If that sentence is not a dream...
Yu Zhao suddenly raised his hand and touched his forehead, recalling the softness of the dragonfly touching the water last night, and his heart began to pound.
“Squeak.”
The sound of the door being pushed open was heard at the right time.
Yu Zhao put his hand down quickly as if he had been scalded, and looked towards the door with a stern face.
The one who came in was her master.
The master had a calm expression, and his temperament was as cold as the frosty moon. He looked no different from usual.
But Yu Zhao, who always watched her secretly, still noticed her subtle changes at a glance - today, the master did not tie up her black hair, but let it hang down behind her, tied at the end with a blue and white headband with double tassels. Compared with the fierceness of the past few days, she looked more gentle and graceful.
But no matter which one it is, in Yu Zhao's eyes, it is very beautiful.
She liked him in her heart, but she didn't dare to look at him any longer. She quickly lowered her head, got off the bed, stood firmly, and politely bowed and said, "Master."
Bo Chi hummed, and with anticipation, took out the new clothes he had just bought from his storage bag.
When she brought Yu Zhao into the inn yesterday, many people regarded Yu Zhao as a supporting role for her, and there was no lack of contempt in their eyes. Bo Chi hated this kind of contemptuous look, so he went to the Treasure Pavilion in the morning and spent a lot of money to buy this dress.
She handed the clothes to Yu Zhao, who was stunned for a moment before hurriedly waving his hands: "Master, you can't accept gifts without merit. I haven't done anything, so how can I accept your things?"
Bo Chi had a delicate face and said seriously, "I dare not refuse a gift from an elder. Since your teacher wants to give it to you, you should just accept it."
Yu Zhao was still uneasy.
Bo Chi had no choice but to make an excuse: "Xingxiu Sect is a first-class sect, and I, Youmei, am also the master of a peak. You are my disciple, how can you be so simple and ordinary when you go out? If others recognize you, wouldn't it be a disgrace to your master?"
Yu Zhao was frightened and wiped the sweat from his palms on his skirt before daring to extend his hand: "Yes, Master, your disciple..."
At this moment, her fingers accidentally touched Bo Chi's hand, which was like touching the finest, warm, soft jade, and she subconsciously tightened her grip.
Bo Chi was slightly startled, and before he could react, he saw his little disciple blushing suddenly. He took the clothes and explained in panic: "Master, I, I..."
It took her a long time to finish her words, and her neck turned red with anxiety.
Bo Chi cried out in his heart, 'My little disciple is so innocent! ', with a calm expression, he brushed his sleeves, turned around and said, "Nothing, you change your clothes, come down later, and go to Zuimeng Island with me."
Yu Zhao held his clothes to his chest, suppressed all emotions, and nodded seriously: "Yes."
Bo Chi hadn't been waiting at the main entrance of the inn for long when he heard footsteps behind him.
She looked back and saw that Yu Zhao was wearing a white shirt inside and a short-sleeved black robe outside. The collar and shoulders were embroidered with bright red patterns, and the white cuffs were tied several times with black belts.
Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail with a red silk ribbon fluttering as she walked. The whole outfit looked indescribably beautiful and cool.
——The premise is that you haven’t seen the thin wings.
Once he receives Bo Chi's gaze, Yu Zhao, who usually has a cold face towards outsiders, will instantly lower his head and become a trembling little disciple.
Just like right now.
Staring at Yu Zhao's head, Bo Chi raised his eyebrows, and finally couldn't help asking, "Master, do you have an ugly appearance and a ferocious expression?"
Yu Zhao quickly shook his head and whispered, "Master is a fairy from the Heavenly Palace. She came from the clouds on a magic sword. She is as ethereal and otherworldly as the moon in the water. She has nothing to do with ugliness."
Bo Chi said coldly: "Then why are you so afraid of me? I stare at your head every day, and I am worried that sooner or later I will forget what you look like."
Yu Zhao remained silent.
She was not afraid of the thin wings, so she did not dare to look up.
But...
In the cave that day, she stared at her master's face and eyes, kissed him from his forehead to his red lips, tasting every inch of him.
Now, she doesn't need to look closely, just a quick glance and she will involuntarily recall the beauty of that day, and then her heart will be filled with emotions and all kinds of thoughts.
Her master is already a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, how sharp is his spiritual awareness?
If she revealed those dirty thoughts, it would no longer be a question of whether she was afraid or not, but whether she could still stand behind the other person and see him when she raised her eyes.
Yu Zhao knew this very well, so he didn't say anything.
Fortunately, Bo Chi was just complaining casually. After that, he summoned his natal sword and flew with her to Zuimeng Island.
Zuimeng Island is very close to the East China Sea. The island is shrouded in a purple psychedelic mist. No matter from which angle you look at it, you can't see the scene inside clearly.
Bo Chi brought Yu Zhao to the edge of the island, put away his sword, and instructed: "When we enter the illusionary fog later, you must remember to keep your original heart, and never let the illusion confuse your mind and breed inner demons."
Yu Zhao was just a commoner before, and had never heard of such a strange fog in the world. He felt uneasy for a moment and nodded nervously.
Seeing her fear, Bo Chi thought for a moment and reached out his hand to her.
Yu Zhao was stunned, even the romantic feelings in his heart were thrown out of his mind, he stared at Bo Chi in astonishment, and said helplessly: "Master..."
Bo Chi's expression softened: "Since you call me Master, I will do my best to protect you. Don't be afraid on this journey, just hold on to my hand tightly."
Yu Zhao's eyes were slightly hot, and his heart felt both sweet and bitter. He couldn't tell what the emotion was. He just felt that he might have been a good person for ten lifetimes in his previous life, and that was why he met his master in this life.
She suppressed the moisture in her eyes, raised her hand carefully, touched the thin skin of the wings, and placed her palms together.
The two girls held hands and walked into the purple mist.
And in the dense forest shrouded in fog, a woman in a waist-length top and a floral skirt was sitting on a branch, looking at them with interest.
The woman was dressed in Miao ethnic clothing and had a silver headdress on her head. She shook her head slightly, making a crisp jingling sound: "Which of these two people is the demon you sensed?"
"Hiss." - A small green snake hung down from the branch, as if talking to her.
"The one in the black robe?" The woman understood what the little snake meant and said with a smile, "I see. When she comes out of the illusion, she will catch me and ask me about it."
Yu Zhao was unaware of being targeted. The moment she stepped into the fog, a familiar scene appeared before her eyes.
This is a village. It is spring now. Unknown wild flowers are blooming all over the mountains. The honest uncles go up the mountain to hunt together, and she... the young girl, carrying a heavy bucket of clothes, walks to the lake.
There were many women washing clothes by the lake. Seeing her pitiful face, one of them took a few clothes from her bucket, washed them secretly and then put them back into her bucket.
The little figure thanked the women gratefully and was carrying the heavy wooden barrel home when she was seen by the children playing around. The children came over and worked together to help her carry the barrel. After sending her home, they also asked her to go catch dragonflies with them in the afternoon.
The people in Zhaojia Village are simple and kind, which is Yu Zhao’s best memory of his childhood.
But……
But.
When she came back from collecting herbs in the mountains one day, what she saw was not the uncles with bright smiles, nor the aunts returning in groups, but the shocking red.
The scarlet blood gathered into a small river, soaking the soles of her shoes. She carried a bamboo basket on her back and staggered through the silent village. Every person she saw was someone who had talked to her, rubbed her head, and smiled at her.
There were body parts scattered all over the ground, and those people's faces no longer had their usual expressions. Their final expressions were all frozen in fear, pleading, and despair.
The only exception was her mother.
Her mother's face... was filled with regret and hatred.
The past reappeared before her eyes, and Yu Zhao seemed to have experienced that pain all over again. She knelt on the ground, her straight back slowly bent, she held her head with both hands, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out, like a painting that no one cared about, crying silently.
"From today on."
"You are my mysterious apprentice."
The first illusion passed, and the second one came right after.
Hearing his master's voice, Yu Zhao moved his fingers and raised his face in a trance.
In front of her was the initiation ceremony that had taken place not long ago. She and a group of disciples stood below, waiting to be selected by the immortal. Her friend who survived from the same village as her was accepted by the sect leader himself, and the rest of the disciples also found their own destinations. In the end, only she, who had climbed to the Wanli Immortal Stage with her own perseverance but had only mixed spiritual roots, was left on the stage.
No one wanted her, and everyone in the audience pointed at her and sneered at her.
Yu Zhao—standing on a high platform, he could no longer feel the shame and was left with only numbness.
And at this moment, her master appeared.
In full view of everyone, he accepted her as his disciple.
At that moment, in Yu Zhao's heart, the master was no longer just a master, but also an elder whom she would respect for the rest of her life.
He is the most important and respected teacher besides her mother.
Then……
"Woo..." A faint low moan suddenly appeared in front of Yu Zhao. Her face was frozen, and she watched herself push her master down.
The cold and frosty master's eyes turned red in front of her, his rosy lips slightly parted, tears on his long eyelashes. When he couldn't bear her bullying anymore, the teardrops fell like dewdrops on flower petals, trembling and hitting her heart directly, creating ripples.
Yu Zhao's face suddenly turned red and he instinctively avoided looking at her, not daring to offend his master again.
The illusion sensed her retreat and avoidance, and immediately found the loophole in her mind. It amplified the images and sounds even more, forcing her to face the thing she most wanted to avoid.
Yu Zhao had nowhere to escape, so he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and ignored the alluring voice, reciting the Heart Purification Sutra over and over again.
Just as she was gradually calming down, another voice suddenly appeared in the illusion: "Why is there a little beauty lying here? Oh, and her clothes are disheveled. Tsk tsk tsk, then I won't be polite, hehehe."
I know I shouldn't pay attention to it, and I know this might be a trick of the illusion.
But when he heard the man's obscene words, Yu Zhao still opened his eyes instantly.
In front of her, she saw her master lying in the cave, her clothes and black hair disheveled, with a bright red spot at the corner of her eye. At the entrance of the cave, there was a figure walking towards the unconscious master.
When he saw the man reaching out to touch the girl's delicate body, Yu Zhaoyin's rationality completely collapsed. He could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality. With red eyes, he drew his sword and slashed, roaring, "Don't touch her!"
The knife flashed, and everything in front of him shattered like a mirror. Yu Zhao continued to move forward, and when his fingers touched something, he pinched it.
When pushing the girl to the ground, Yu Zhao looked at Bo Chi's confused expression, still trapped in the illusion, and bent down to kiss Bo Chi's lips fiercely.
After shedding all his concerns, Yu Zhao revealed his true self.
She kissed the thin wings fiercely, with such force that it seemed more like a declaration of possession than a kiss.
The corner of Bo Chi's lips felt stinging, and he pushed her away, unable to bear it any longer.
Yu Zhao fell to the side, her dark phoenix eyes still staring at Bo Chi like a wolf. Bo Chi's blood was on her lips, making her expression look even more seductive and evil.
As if she had noticed this, she raised her hand and wiped the corner of her lips with her fingertips. She lowered her eyes and stared at the scarlet blood for a while, then suddenly licked it with the tip of her tongue.
Bo Chi: “?!”
What’s going on.
Isn’t her little disciple shy and weak—he will fall down if pushed?
Who is this big boss with a cold face and a powerful aura that makes people weak in the knees? !
"I'm sorry, Master."
Just as Bo Chi's heart was trembling and shivering, Yu Zhao seemed to come back to his senses from the illusion. He wiped the blood off his lips in a few seconds, lowered his head again and said, "My disciple was frightened by the illusion and accidentally offended Master. Please punish me, Master."
Bo Chi took advantage of her lowering her head and gently stroked her chest to calm her frightened heart. Then he refused her support and stood up by himself, saying, "It's okay. What...what did you see in the illusion?"
She was really curious about what could stimulate her wife to this extent.
Yu Zhao was quiet for a while, then he said softly: "My disciple saw the illusion when Zhaojia Village was destroyed."
Bo Chi was immediately paralyzed, not daring to continue poking at her scars, and hurriedly changed the subject: "The illusion targets the weak points in people's hearts. The more you want to escape and the more you refuse to face it, the illusion will seize your weaknesses. Only by facing the pain, recognizing that what has happened cannot be undone, and facing it with determination and overcoming it, will the illusion recognize your state of mind."
"Yeah." Yu Zhao nodded, but the corners of her lips curled up quietly, knowing that she had guessed correctly - her master was indeed cold on the outside but warm on the inside - and after hearing her talk about the past, she stopped asking any more questions.
Bo Chi was unaware of Yu Zhao's little trick. Seeing her little disciple quietly lowering his head, she thought that he had come to his senses and was too shy to face her.
As a good master, Bo Chi considerately let this matter go, raised his hand and performed the Dust Removal Technique, cleaned himself and his little apprentice, and then continued: "Continue to walk towards the center of the island."
Yu Zhao followed her pace, all the expressions in his eyes were hidden by his drooping eyelashes, and he looked harmless and gentle on the surface.
However, above them, the little green snake had coiled tightly around the branch, and obvious fear emerged in its hissing sound.
Miao Nu stared at Yu Zhao with a serious expression, until Yu Zhao's figure disappeared, she murmured to herself: "This demon seed... is a bit strong. Her half demon blood must not be given by ordinary demons, but by one of the four great demon generals."
She counted on her fingers, "The seven-tailed fox that captures the heart, the horse that walks on snow without leaving any trace, the three-legged golden crow, and the black dragon."
"Whose descendant could that girl be?"
She muttered to herself, not annoyed by the lack of response, and jumped down from the tree, her eyes sparkling: "It doesn't matter, no matter who it is, they are worthy of being my twin Gu!"
With a smile on her lips, she chased in the direction of Bo Chi and Yu Zhao.
Bo Chi walked for a while and soon found something unusual. He stopped and said coldly, "Come out."
The Miao girl emerged from behind the tree briskly and pretended to be surprised, "Ah, I am a Miao girl who was born and raised on the island. In this illusionary fog, no one can find me if I want. But how did you know I was here?"
Bo Chi reversed his logic and said bluntly: "It means you want me to find you."
"..." Miao girl's smile froze for two seconds before she opened her mouth to smooth things over: "Miss, are you kidding me? It's obviously because you are too strong that you pulled me out."
"Really?" Bo Chi himself had no feelings, but he believed her when she said that, and snorted coldly: "Since you know I'm strong, don't play tricks. Tell me, why did you secretly follow us?"
The Miao girl looked pitiful and said aggrievedly, "I didn't follow you. This is my home. You came to my house for no reason. I was curious and followed you to see what was wrong with me."
Bo Chi reacted and nodded after a moment of silence: "You are right, then you can continue to follow."
She turned around and continued walking forward with Yu Zhao.
But the Miao girl was already dumbfounded.
This, this, this is totally different from what she thought!
First he directly exposed her thoughts, then he didn't do anything to her, and he didn't even ask her for directions, and finally he just ignored her? ?
Even though the Miao girl had eight hundred tricks, she still felt frustrated and had no idea where to start when faced with Bo Chi, who had a strange way of thinking.
She was angry and confused, stunned for a moment, and then took the initiative to attack, saying, "Wait!"
Bo Chi turned around and frowned, "Is this island contracted by you? Outsiders are not allowed to enter?"
Miao girl was confused: "No."
The thin-winged dead fish looked at her: "Then what are you calling us for?"
The Miao girl puffed up her cheeks and said, "I'm curious what you are doing here. If you want to find an elder, I can take you there."
"Thank you for your kindness." Bo Chi first thanked him, then said frankly: "We are here to test the Sword of Love."
Miao Nu was really surprised this time. She looked at Bo Chi, then glanced at Yu Zhao, and the smile on her lips became meaningful: "Do you know what the Love-Slaying Sword is? How dare you try it?"
Yu Zhao, who was standing quietly nearby, raised his eyes in confusion when he heard this: "Since it is called the Love-Slaying Sword, then what else could it be besides a sword?"
The Miao girl chuckled, "It seems that you have never heard of the story behind the Sword of Love. The owner of this sword was originally a female cultivator from the human race a thousand years ago. During one of her travels, she fell in love with another woman, and they got married and formed a covenant. They were living a good life when the demons suddenly attacked and almost destroyed the sect where the female cultivator lived."
"The female cultivator angrily investigated the matter thoroughly, and found out that her Taoist partner was actually the Demon Lord at that time." Miao Nu sighed: "The female cultivator was in great pain, and finally gave up her love for many years, stabbed the Demon Lord in the heart with a sword, and killed the Demon Lord who was halfway to ascending on Zuimeng Island."
"A thousand years have passed, the female cultivator and the Demon Lord have passed away, and the sword has been tainted by the Demon Lord's evil spirit for many years, and now it has become a half-immortal, half-demon thing." Speaking of this, the Miao girl glanced at Yu Zhao obscurely: "Over the years, many people have wanted to test the sword, but without exception, all of them were stabbed in the heart by this sword full of evil spirit. You don't look very old, aren't you afraid of being killed instead of trying the sword?"
"Don't be afraid." Yu Zhao said calmly: "Master won't harm me."
The Miao girl glanced at Bo Chi and found that he was wearing the clothes of the Xingxiu Sect. She couldn't help but laugh in her heart.
Not to mention whether it will cause harm, I am just afraid that this master doesn’t even know the identity of this demon.
After all, after the disaster a thousand years ago, the Xingxiu Sect had a deep hatred for the demons. If the master knew the identity of the demons, he would probably kill them at the first opportunity, right?
Thinking of this interesting scene, Miao girl's smile deepened, and she deliberately said: "Really? But I heard that the Sword of Love is a half-immortal, half-demon thing, and can only be subdued by a half-human, half-demon demon. Your master brought you here, maybe because he thinks you..."
"I am a human." Yu Zhao said without hesitation: "My mother said that my father was a peddler. In order to save money to support me, he went out to sell goods shortly after I was born, but he was accidentally killed by the demons. My family is ordinary humans and has nothing to do with the demons. If you insist, it is a relationship of blood feud!"
Hearing this, Miao Nu asked curiously, "Do you hate the demons?"
"I don't hate them." Yu Zhao shook his head first, then his face darkened, and his tone was filled with murderous intent: "Yes, I hate them! I hate every demon, and I wish I could kill them with my own hands!"
Miao girl: "Emm."
What is this?
I kill myself?
She had a strange expression on her face, and couldn't help but look at Yu Zhao twice more. For some reason, she was looking forward to the day when he would discover her identity.
Those who hate the demons eventually discover that they are demons themselves. It’s very interesting just to think about it.
Miao Nu was in a good mood and changed the subject, no longer talking about the demons: "I only heard the rumors before, don't take them seriously. Maybe this sword will end up in the hands of a human like you."
When she mentioned the word "people", she emphasized her tone meaningfully. Yu Zhao pursed his lips and didn't notice. He glanced at Bo Chi carefully and said softly: "I will try my best... I will try my best to live up to Master's kindness."
Bo Chi looked gentle. He wanted to touch her head, but was afraid of scaring her, so he said reservedly, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best. It's getting late. Let's go find the sword as soon as possible."
"Looking for the sword? I can lead the way for you." Miao Nu interrupted and suggested.
However, Bo Chi and Yu Zhao looked at her warily and asked, "What are your intentions? Why do you keep pestering us?"
The Miao girl smiled and covered her lips, looking at Yu Zhao with eyes as clear as autumn water: "I am a little girl, what can I do to you? It's just because I like this sister that I want to show my courtesy."
Without waiting for Bo Chi to speak, Yu Zhao suddenly took a few steps back, as if he had seen some ferocious beast, and looked at the Miao girl with resistance in his eyes.
Miao Nu couldn't hold back her smile, so she took the initiative to step forward and said, "Good sister, you——"
Before she finished speaking, Yu Zhao decisively interrupted her and said to Bo Chi, "Master, are we going this way?"
Bo Chi was stunned for a moment before nodding: "Yes, this way."
Yu Zhao turned around and said, "Okay, I'll lead the way for you."
Seeing that person was about to walk away, Miao Nv quickly explained: "Sister, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I just saw that you two sisters are beautiful, get along well with each other, and are a perfect match. That's right, that's why I want to make friends with you."
Yu Zhao, who had his back to her, paused, slowed down his pace, and coughed softly, "She is my master, we... are not—right."
Miao Nu haha, seeing through her duplicity.
As he said no - yes, his movements slowed down, and it was obvious that he was pleased by her flattery.
Alas, the demons are as chaotic as ever. Even the master whom I admire and respect covets them. Wow, they really know how to play.
Miao girl complained in her heart, but said with a smile: "So it's Master, not bad, not bad, it's even more exciting."
Bo Chi frowned when he heard this: "Don't talk nonsense. If you lead my apprentice astray, be careful that I will show no mercy under my sword."
Miao girl: “Oh…”
What went wrong with her?
This old-fashioned little master, could you please take a look at your apprentice before you speak?
Your disciple already looks so disappointed, how can you still say that she is the one who led him astray?
The Miao girl was not convinced, but when she thought of her purpose, she finally held back her words.
She had to hold it in, she wanted to be good friends with that apprentice, and when they got to know each other well, she could use him to find the demon general, and then, her twin Gu would come in handy!
Thinking of the sight of the demon general being controlled to kill everyone, Miao Nu couldn't help but curl her lips, and her steps became three times lighter. She jumped in front of the master and disciple and said with squinting eyes: "This way, this way, the Sword of Love is in this direction!"
Bo Chi and Yu Zhao followed her pace. The three of them walked on the island for a while, and when the branches and leaves rustled and the view in front of them became bright, they arrived at the center of the island.
There were no trees growing in the center of the island. Only a pile of dry bones were scattered there. A slender sword was stuck on the bones. The sword body was flashing a hazy red light, which looked a little ominous.
"Look, that's the Sword of Love." Miao Nu pointed in the direction of the long sword, her eyes moved around Bo Chi and Yu Zhao, and said with a smile: "A thousand years ago, the female cultivator of the Immortal Sect used it to kill the lover of the Demon Lord. A thousand years later, you must not take the sword and kill your lover of the Immortal Sect."
Yu Zhao stared at the sword, his expression slightly nervous, but his tone was firm: "I am not a demon. If I took the sword, I would never use it against my Taoist partner."
Miao Nu looked at Bo Chi: "Oh, then this sword will not repeat the tragedy of a thousand years ago and pierce into the body of a demon cultivator again."
She looked worried, but in fact her eyes were full of interest and she seemed to be very much looking forward to seeing that scene.
Bo Chi returned her gaze, then raised his hand and tapped her forehead with his fingers: "Little girl, speak properly and don't be a riddler."
The Miao girl was stunned by the knock. She covered her forehead and said in disbelief: "How dare you knock my head off?!"
Bo Chi raised his eyebrows, his cold expression replaced by innocence: "Why don't you dare? Is your head precious?"
The Miao girl said angrily: "I, I am from the island——"
Bo Chi tilted his head: "Hmm?"
The Miao girl opened her mouth and stammered for a long time, then turned her face away, and said in shame and anger: "No matter who I am, you can't just hit someone on the head. This is something that only close people can do!"
Bo Chi fell into deep thought, recalling who had hit him on the head.
...Oh, it seems like I was hit by my mother at home.
I understand. No wonder the little girl is unhappy. If someone suddenly wants to be her mother, she won't be happy either.
Bo Chi understood, and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, looking at Yu Zhao: "Go and try, don't be afraid, your master is here."
Yu Zhao raised his eyes, looked at her steadily, hummed, and walked towards the long sword.
Bo Chi realized it belatedly and was surprised.
Hey, how dare her little disciple stare at her?
After thinking for a long time without being able to figure it out, Bo Chi, who was careless, put the matter aside. He just thought that he would finally not have to look at the top of his little disciple's head anymore, and he felt that this was a good thing.
Yu Zhao—step by step approached the Sword of Love, his phoenix eyes filled with solemnity.
Walking up to the bones, she stretched out her hand and tentatively grasped the hilt of the sword.
There was no movement around her until she touched the hilt of the sword. But when she clenched her fist, the invisible spiritual energy in the air instantly turned into thousands of sharp swords, which stabbed at her at the same time.
The Miao girl was watching the fun from the side, while Bo Chi took action instantly. He had learned the techniques of the Nascent Soul Stage without any instruction, and used his spiritual energy to transform into a small bell-like shield, covering Yu Zhao inside.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is endless, and it splits into two and fights each other.
Although Yu Zhao, who was holding the sword, was still standing in the same place, his consciousness was dragged into the sword domain of the Sword of Love.
This sword area was so dark that it was as dark as the sky. Yu Zhao was in it and could not see his hand in front of him.
Unknown environments are always prone to breed fear, but before the fear comes, Yu Zhao first stabilized his mind and listened quietly in silence.
Time passed by little by little, and Yu Zhao gradually couldn't tell how long he had been standing there.
The deathly silence is like an incurable terminal illness. It won’t kill people instantly, but it is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, tormenting people’s hearts bit by bit.
In such an environment, she began to recite silently everything she had learned, maybe the Qingxin Sutra, maybe the introductory formula of the Xingxiu Sect, maybe a few lines of poetry she had heard from a teacher in her childhood.
The one I recall most is the thin wings.
Every word, every tiny movement, every careless look of the master, was played over and over in her mind - including the lovemaking in the cave that day.
She no longer cared about her fear, shyness, and anxiety. She just wanted to not go crazy and not let her thinking become rigid and stagnant.
She has to hold on...
Insist on returning to the Master!
Relying on comfort and obsession, she stood in this sword domain for three hundred years.
Three hundred years later, a sleepy voice, as if waking from a dream, sounded in the Sword Domain: "You are the first person to wake me up."
Yu Zhao stood there blankly for a long time without saying anything. After a long time, he moved his eyes and spoke slowly and clumsily like a child who is just learning to speak: "Are you a sword spirit?"
"Yes." The sword spirit was easy to talk to. Even though Yu Zhao was not even at the basic level of Qi training, it still said calmly, "Since you have awakened me, from now on, you are my new master. But let me make it clear in advance that I am just a sword, a sword that used to be in the Immortal Gate. I have only killed demons and never served a demon cultivator as my master. You can use me as a weapon, but don't count on me for anything else."
After listening to this, Yu Zhao was still calm: "I am originally a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Whether you can practice magic or not has nothing to do with me."
"Huh?" The sword spirit was suddenly surprised: "How can you, a half-human, half-demon, be a member of the Immortal Sect? Are you going in as an undercover agent?"
Yu Zhao was stunned, as if he had been hit hard, and he was a little unsteady: "What did you say?"
She refused to believe it and shouted angrily: "I am a human! How can I be a demon?!"
Sword Spirit: "Uh, calm down, the demon species is actually nothing..."
"I'm not a demon!" Yu Zhao was furious. He found it hard to accept, and felt fear and uneasiness. He just kept repeating, "How could I be a demon? I'm not... I'm a human..."
She emphasized it again and again, but the words the Miao girl had said suddenly emerged in her mind.
"The Love-Severing Sword is a half-immortal, half-demon thing..."
"It can only be conquered by a half-human, half-demon demon..."
"Half human, half demon... demon species..."
“Hey, are you kidding?” The sword spirit noticed her abnormality and was a little confused: “You have been standing here alone for three hundred years without going crazy, but you couldn’t stand hearing that you are a demon and you want to become a demon?!”
It was very dumbfounded, and afraid that its new master had really become a lunatic, so it quickly kicked Yu Zhao out of the sword domain.
Yu Zhao regained consciousness, but her thoughts were still crazy. She let go of the Love-Slaying Sword and knelt on the ground with a plop. She looked extremely scary with tears and laughter on her face.
The Miao girl was surprised and asked, "What's going on? Those who come here to test the sword are usually killed like sieves. I have never seen anyone being beaten to insanity."
She was puzzled, but Bo Chi was already nervous. He took a few steps forward and squatted in front of Yu Zhao, trying to slow down his voice and said, "Yu Zhao?"
Hearing her voice, Yu Zhao's body paused, and then he suddenly hugged her with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to rub his thin wings into his bones and blood.
Bo Chi frowned, but soon let go and hugged Yu Zhao's waist again. His soft hands gently stroked her back and comforted her gently: "Don't be afraid, Master is here, Master will always be with you... Don't think about anything else, close your eyes, and sleep in Master's arms for a while..."
She kept talking, coaxing Yu Zhao repeatedly. Yu Zhao's nerves were stretched to the extreme, but he slowly relaxed in her soft voice until he closed his eyes and breathed evenly.
The Miao girl next to him was stunned: "What kind of magic is this? How can you make someone fall asleep just by talking?"
Bo Chi glanced at her, with a warning in his eyes. Miao Nu covered her mouth angrily and whispered, "Okay, okay, I won't bother her."
Bo Chi retracted his gaze and was about to summon his natal sword, but Miao Nu spoke in time and whispered, "My home is nearby, why don't you bring her to my home to rest?"
After thinking for two seconds, Bo Chi nodded, carefully picked up his thin apprentice, and followed Miao Nu to her home.
Without having time to lock the door of Miao Nu's house, Bo Chi walked straight to the guest bed. After putting Yu Zhao safely on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to withdraw her hand, but Yu Zhao unconsciously held her tightly and refused to let go at all.
Bo Chi tried twice and found that if he used more force, Yu Zhao would wake up. He didn't dare to move anymore and just let her hold his hand.
The Miao girl took a look from outside, then rolled her eyes and left.
Yu Zhao slept very deeply that night. There was nothing in her dream but a familiar faint fragrance lingering in her dream, which made her feel very at ease.
When she woke up, it was already late at night outside, and her palm was still holding a soft hand.
Yu Zhao subconsciously turned his head and saw Bo Chi sitting on the bed, her hands hanging naturally, her head against the edge of the bed, her inky black hair winding down. Even though her features were not very clear in the night, the feeling of tranquility and security was still heart-warming.
Three hundred years passed in the sword realm. It was not until then that Yu Zhao got rid of the alienated feeling that made him feel out of tune with the world and returned to the human world.
She raised her hand and couldn't help but want to touch Bo Chi's face.
When she moved, Bo Chi suddenly woke up and blurted out, "Yu Zhao?!"
Yu Zhao's heart softened, and he said softly, "I'm sorry, Master, I made you worry."
Bo Chi came back to his senses and quickly comforted him: "It's okay, as long as you are safe, the rest is not important. It doesn't matter if you didn't get the sword this time, I still have thousands of ways to help you draw the energy into your body, don't let it get to you."
Yu Zhao smiled faintly: "Master, I got the sword."
Bo Chi was stunned: "Got it?
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