Where is the sword manual?
"Who has a cow? A horse will do!" Yuan Xuanlang ran over holding a woman in a goose yellow dress. When he saw the people on the shore from afar, he shouted loudly.
When everyone saw this scene, they guessed that the girl had drowned.
"I have a horse!" someone replied hurriedly.
Yuan Xuanlang carefully placed Lin Yuan on the horse's back, and the horse's owner held the reins and walked.
Yuan Xuanlang stood by Lin Yuan to prevent her from falling off the horse.
Seeing that his face was pale and his clothes on his shoulders were stained with blood, Mu Yunxi took the initiative to say, "Junior brother, you take a break, I will do it."
Yuan Xuanlang's eyes didn't blink, and his tone was cold and hard: "No need."
I wish I had noticed it earlier. My junior sister must have been desperate to watch the person who could save her leave.
Mu Yunxi paused his hand that was stretched out in the air, and then gave up.
It was not until Lin Yuan spit out the water and her life was no longer in danger that Yuan Xuanlang let go and rested.
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In the guest room, Lin Yuan was wrapped in a thick quilt, holding a cup of hot ginger soup, but her brows were furrowed. She should have smiled happily, but someone was nagging in front of her.
"Since you're afraid of water, why didn't you tell me before you went in? Do you think you're amazing for being able to go in the water, or are you just trying to temper your character with your brain filled with water?"
Yuan Xuanlang paced back and forth in the room angrily, but when he suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Yuan, he stopped.
Her slender body was wrapped in the quilt, with only her fair feet half exposed. The white was particularly eye-catching against the red quilt, and her pale pink toes were delicate and cute.
Her eyes were red from the heat, and her feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the mist would condense into tears and drip from the corners of her eyes in the next moment, looking pitiful.
She was in a low mood, with a nasal voice, and said weakly: "I'm sorry."
Yuan Xuanlang's anger suddenly deflated. I seemed to have scared her. Why should she apologize?
He leaned over and covered Lin Yuan's exposed feet with the quilt, and softened his tone: "Why are you apologizing, Junior Sister?"
Lin Yuan raised her head as if waking from a dream, moved her lips but no sound came out, and after a long while she said, "I don't know."
Yuan Xuanlang was surprised, and then patted Lin Yuan's head: "Could it be that water got into your brain when you were drowning? If you are right, don't apologize. Have a good rest. I'll go buy you some candy."
Buying candy? It felt so unreal. Am I still dreaming? Why would I want to eat candy? But Lin Yuan was too tired to bargain, so she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that it was Yuan Xuanlang who rescued her. So, before that, while underwater...did he breathe underwater like they do in TV dramas? Did it really work? Was it real?
My thoughts developed in a strange direction again.
Lin Yuan grabbed Yuan Xuanlang's sleeve, lowered her head, and said in a whisper: "Um, Senior Brother, did you give me some Qi?"
Yuan Xuanlang didn't hear clearly and asked, "What? I didn't hear clearly."
Lin Yuan said word by word, in a serious tone, "Did you give me air underwater?"
Yuan Xuanlang understood immediately, his eyes gleaming. He flicked Lin Yuan's head with his finger and laughed unscrupulously, "Hahaha, Junior Sister, you've read too many storybooks, haven't you? Aren't you afraid of two dead bodies and two lives when crossing the air underwater? Or do you just like this kind of excitement?"
Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her face flushed. "Oh, I know, I know. I didn't say anything. It's nothing. Brother, go buy some candy."
Suddenly I felt alive again.
Yuan Xuanlang touched Lin Yuan's furry head again, pushed the door open and left.
Recalling the scene at that time, Lin Yuan did not sink very deep. Normally, fear would allow her to struggle for a while, but she sank quietly and had given up struggling long ago. It might be because of exhaustion... or it might be that she had lost the will to survive. Yuan Xuanlang shook his head and suppressed this ridiculous idea.
In the guest room, the emerald curtains in front of the bed fluttered slightly in the wind, the green orchid sprouted long leaves, and the noisy sounds from the street broke into the room.
Lin Yuan, however, felt irritated and uneasy because of the colorful chaos and the noisy noise.
She rolled over on the bed and finally ran to the window barefoot. She slammed the window shut and grabbed the curtain to tear it off, but when she thought that these were the inn's things, she had to give up even though she was furious.
She lay down on the bed, buried her head in the quilt, and tears suddenly came out.
Lin Yuan despised herself for being pretentious, and at the same time wondered why she had survived. She should have drowned in the river with her mother, so that she wouldn't have to add to the burden of her aunt's family, nor would she have to do any ghost missions in this ghost world.
Ghost mission? A few days ago, the system issued a mission saying that we need to find the "Lone Star Sword Manual". I don't know if it is in the black box.
Now that I don’t have much money, I have to make some health pills and crispy cakes.
I didn't explain things to Yu Liushang, and I even lied to him...
"System, the original owner's identity is the young master of Jifeng Tower. Can I go to Jifeng Tower and quit Jinghu Sect?"
System: "No, dear. The mission I received is for the host to be chivalrous, uphold justice, and show kindness to the world. Jifeng Tower is a demonic cult in the martial arts world, which conflicts with the mission."
Lin Yuan pondered for a while and said, "After I complete the mission, I won't go back. Can I just commit suicide?" No one will care if you die in this world where swords have no eyes and the strong are respected.
It's ridiculous even to say it myself, I have to apply for it before committing suicide.
The system paused for a moment: "We have only signed a six-year contract with this Heavenly Dao. Once the period is up, the host's soul will no longer be able to remain in this world."
Lin Yuan closed her eyes: "Oh."
Six years later, she plans to hold a death ceremony that will be sacred and solemn, as a final act of kindness to herself.
She turned over, summoned the diary from the void, and wrote: "Six years later, death ceremony."
The notebook disappeared, and Lin Yuan lay down again. Noisy background music rang in her ears, and some images unconsciously emerged in her mind.
After her mother passed away when she was seven, she seemed to have grown up overnight. She no longer rushed to answer questions and chattered, and no longer naively thought that eating a piece of candy would make the bitterness go away. She became sensible, listened to others patiently, acted as a reliable and intimate friend, and could drink bowl after bowl of bitter medicine without frowning.
Then came five months of silence and five months of being stuck in the quagmire, unable to move.
It took her five months to cut off the vines growing from her brain, freeing her limbs. However, the vines had produced seeds, and the evil seeds had long been lurking in her heart, waiting to take root and sprout one day, and control her again.
But this should be the last chance for Ivy to be reborn. It's either you die or I die.
Lin Yuan clenched his fists.
After a while, the door was gently opened, and Yuan Xuanlang walked lightly to Lin Yuan. Seeing that she had her eyes closed, he thought she was asleep, so he put down his things and was about to leave.
"Senior Brother." Lin Yuan stood up and called him, his face had returned to calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
Yuan Xuanlang always had a smile on his lips: "Junior sister, are you awake? Senior brother bought you mung bean cakes." He pointed to the mung bean cakes on the square table, which were wrapped in oil paper.
Lin Yuan asked, "Didn't Senior Brother say he wanted to buy candy?"
Yuan Xuanlang knew she didn't like overly sweet things, but he didn't want to say it, so he played it off, saying, "Sugar is yin in nature. People with serious illnesses and weak bodies shouldn't eat too much sugar, as it can easily disrupt the balance in the body."
Lin Yuan didn't have the brain to think about why Yuan Xuanlang was talking about all this, so she asked directly: "Brother, have you found the Lone Star Sword Manual?"
Yuan Xuanlang smiled mysteriously: "There is no "Lone Star Sword Manual" at all."
Lin Yuan frowned: "What?"
Yuan Xuanlang: "You want to know? Wait a moment."
He went back to his guest room to get the black box, then came back and handed it to Lin Yuan.
The lock of the box had been pried open. When Lin Yuan opened it, he saw only a piece of worn and yellowed paper.
The paper reads:
My name is Fan Ye. I used to be a knight-errant in Jianghu. I was good at using swords and created the “Eighteen Sword Styles of Lone Star”. People nicknamed me “The Taoist of Lone Star”.
However, the "Lone Star Sword Manual" that I was proud of could actually make people go astray. I accidentally killed my beloved wife and my son that year, and I was heartbroken. To atone for my sins, I retired to a temple, shaved my head and became a monk to pray for the souls of my loved ones.
“Like a flowing river, which never returns, so is human life; what is gone never returns.” How precious is human life! How precious is human life!
To prevent the tragedy from happening again, I originally wanted to destroy all copies of the "Lone Star Sword Manual", but I really couldn't bear it, so I integrated the Lone Star Sword spirit into the Buddha statue on the ceiling of this room. It is entirely up to the future generations to comprehend how much they can comprehend it.
There is still one thing that concerns me. I once gave the "Lone Star Sword Manual" to someone, but I don't know what that person is like. I earnestly request that whoever reads this letter, if you have the opportunity to meet that person, please remind him of the disadvantages of the sword manual. I respectfully refuse any help.
Fan Yeshu.
Supplement: Wang Kentang of the Ming Dynasty wrote in his book "Standards for Diagnosis and Treatment. Miscellaneous Diseases": "If someone drowns, fish the body out and place it on the back of an ox. If there is no ox, use a stool to drain the water. In winter, wrap the body in a quilt and pour the juice of soap beans and ginger into the body. Rub the body with roasted ginger. If the body wakes up, it can be cured."
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