Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Snake...
Ming Yueyi could not see the strange scene in the room because she had just arrived at the Lucerne Cave.
Xiao Zhu said, "Replying to Daojun, the master is not in the cave today. He went out. If you want to find him, you can go to Fengshuling."
He Wujiu went to Maple Ridge?
Ming Yueyi frowned in thought, then took out some cakes from the mustard seed bag and handed them over, saying, "I understand. Thank you, Xiaozhu."
Xiao Zhu took the cake she handed over and ate it happily: "You're welcome, Daojun."
Mingyueyi turned around and went to Maple Ridge.
After the Grain in Ear rain, the trees of Maple Ridge were soaked under the azure sky, and a young man in white clothes and clean face sat on a mat.
His face was pale, his fingertips pressed against his waist, and in front of him was a pile of spirit stones.
Xia Niang hid far away and watched him absorb the spirit stones, seeing that the spiritual power was like filling into a bottomless pit.
As the light and shadow on the spirit stone dimmed, He Wujiu's expression gradually returned to normal.
His eyes, opened like smudged black ink, fixed their gaze calmly on something not far away: "Come here."
Xia Niang was summoned. She quickly put on an ingratiating smile and emerged from the bushes. "Wujiu, are you feeling better?"
He Wujiu didn't reply. Instead, he turned his head and looked into the distance. His lips, now red again, opened slightly, "Swallow all the spirit stones."
Xia Niang's face fell when she heard this. How could she possibly eat hundreds of spirit stones?
She didn't want to eat, but she didn't dare to disobey the swordsman in front of her who looked like an immortal. She gradually turned into a huge snake, opened her mouth and swallowed the spiritual stone in front of her. Then she turned into a human form again and lay on the ground lazily burping.
He Wujiu saw her demonic aura and said calmly, "Get up."
The monster has just finished eating and is not allowed to digest it.
Xia Niang glanced at him dimly, unwilling to stand up: "No, Taoist Wujiu, I can't do it anymore, I'm so full."
As soon as the delicate words fell, the sound of someone stepping on a dead branch was heard.
When Mingyueyi heard this, he felt that he had come at the wrong time.
She blinked and looked at the woman lying in front of the young man. Before she knew what expression to show, she was seen by the two men.
"Junior sister." He Wujiu's eyes fell on her, and the thin ice melted into water, and he became the eldest brother of Kun Yu Qiu Shuang in the eyes of his junior brothers and sisters.
Ming Yueyi gave up on showing the expression of 'catching an adulterer', smiled, and walked out from behind the tree: "Big Brother."
The young man sitting cross-legged on the mat smiled slightly and said in sudden realization, "So it really is my junior sister."
Mingyueyi: “…” So he didn’t know it was her just now.
He Wujiu reached out to Xia Niang, who was still lying on the ground, and asked with his head lowered, "When did Junior Sister come?"
"Just now." Xia Niang said those ambiguous words as she landed on the ground.
Mingyueyi tilted his head and looked at Xia Niang, curious about why she was lying on the ground while both of their clothes were intact.
He Wujiu helped Xia Niang up and asked her to go to the other side to digest her food.
Xia Niang did as she was told and did not dare to stay any longer.
He Wujiu waved to Mingyueyi as if nothing had happened, his eyes gentle: "Junior sister, please sit here."
Ming Yueyi sat beside him, sensing the abundant spiritual energy surrounding him, and asked curiously, "Brother, why are you meditating here instead of returning to the cave?"
He Wujiu raised his finger and pointed upwards, saying slowly, "Because the weather here is beautiful."
Mingyueyi looked in the direction of his finger and found that the surrounding emerald green maple trees formed a circle, with the scorching golden crow right in the center.
The weather today is unusually nice.
Mingyueyi nodded: "Yes, very good."
He Wujiu was in a good mood and asked her, "Junior Sister, do you think this is the moment of breaking through and becoming a god?"
The golden light shot out like a line, pouring out brilliant dust light. The young man's thin, bamboo-jointed, jade-like fingertips lightly touched the golden light, dividing the gold and white into a strong contrast.
Although no cultivator has ascended to become a god in the past thousand years, looking back in the past, there are very few people who have ascended, and most of them only exist in historical records.
Where did those who ascended to become gods go and what happened to them now? In fact, no one has ever gotten the answer. However, despite this, people in the world of cultivation still flock to them, one after another striving towards the most mysterious heaven.
Is there really a God in this world?
Ming Yueyi stared at the warm light from the sky falling on her skin, as if the heaven was saving her and washing away the filth on her body.
The golden light was telling her that there was a God in the world and that God would protect her.
"Brother." Ming Yueyi turned his head, his eyes curved and he smiled innocently. "It's like, especially like the evil gods hiding in the clouds, shining a beam of light, bestowing mercy on us, giving us sweet treats, making us chase after them like wild dogs pouncing on their prey, so that we can become their meal."
He Wujiu didn't expect her to say such a thing. He was stunned at first, and then he burst out laughing.
He smiled elegantly and openly, and the golden jade crown that bound his hair was often dipped in the pouring golden light.
Mingyueyi opened her eyes and looked at him innocently, as if she didn't know why he was laughing.
After He Wujiu's laughter subsided, he raised his finger and flicked her forehead, saying with a smile, "If you put it that way, aren't we just livestock locked in cages?"
Ming Yueyi nodded without hesitation and replied in a serious tone, "Of course. You see, we are all bound by the Heavenly Dao. Even breaking through the realm requires Heavenly Dao's permission. If He doesn't want you to break through, He will beat you as hard as He wants, without any mercy. Look, when we kill chickens and cattle, do we humiliate them? Sometimes I really feel that we are not even as good as the livestock we raise."
He Wujiu didn't know where she got these weird ideas from, but when he thought about how she first joined the sect, she was also full of weird words.
He shook his head helplessly and didn't continue the conversation: "Junior sister, why did you come to see me?"
Ming Yueyi stood up with his sword drawn, pointing it at his forehead, and said with a smile, "Brother, I've come to challenge you to see if my newly learned swordsmanship is any good."
The tip of the sword touched his forehead. He Wujiu leaned back methodically, turned his head away, and stood up. "Junior sister, please, I will accompany you. However, I came out to meditate today and did not bring a sword, so I have to let Junior sister face Bai Ji."
A slender sword appeared in his palm, the sword body was surrounded by silver-white spiritual energy and engraved with incomprehensible ancient patterns.
That was his natal sword, Bai Ji.
Normal cultivators use their own magical weapons, while sword cultivators use swords. The sword and the host share a common perception. Only Mingyueyi's magical weapon is not a sword, but the Golden Lotus of Floating Life.
But now she is "injured" and her "cultivation is damaged", so it is not easy for her to use her natal magic weapon. She is afraid that the damage to the natal magic weapon will affect her body, so the only thing she carries with her these days is the broadsword she used when she first joined the sect.
He Wujiu has reached the fifth level, and his sword has long been alive. Not to mention a competition, just holding it in his hand would make other ordinary swords tremble with fear.
However, he was self-aware and took the initiative to erase the sword spirit and remove the spiritual energy from the sword body, making Bai Ji become the same as an ordinary sword.
Ming Yueyi stood up, holding the broad sword on his forearm, and said seriously, "Brother, please teach me."
He Wujiu reminded gently: "Junior sister, be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingyueyi came running like lightning, so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.
He Wujiu dodged easily, and his long sword pierced her sword body, making a buzzing sound during the collision.
Mingyueyi took a step forward, quickly steadied himself, and continued to attack him.
He Wujiu carried his sword on his back, his robe lifted by the wind, and his voice was like the summer breeze in the forest: "Junior sister, this is not a good habit."
Most sword cultivators are aloof and no matter who they are competing with, they will give the opponent a chance to react first. If someone like her starts fighting before they have finished exchanging polite words, it will be considered a sneak attack.
"Brother, you're not right. As long as we can win, a sneak attack will do. After all, we're facing off with swords. If you don't take the initiative, you'll just be beaten, and it will be endless. I'm afraid of the pain, so I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry."
Mingyueyi smiled, not feeling ashamed at all, and even found it difficult to understand the unspoken customs of the righteous sword practitioners.
If you face an evil cultivator, they won't care how nice your words are, they will just swing their swords and chop you.
So now she was just like those evil cultivators, stabbing his chest with her broadsword.
Avoided again.
"Junior sister, what you said makes sense. It was my misunderstanding." He even had the leisure to apologize.
Ming Yueyi did not answer, but continued to use his newly learned sword skills on him.
Neither of them used spiritual power, and the swords were fighting hand-to-hand, with constant clanging sounds in the forest.
Mingyueyi's newly learned swordsmanship was very special, and He Wujiu blocked it calmly.
He commented with great interest on her tricky fighting style: "The sword is like thunder, swift as lightning, and every move is aimed at the heart of the heart. It's a good sword technique, but there are many flaws, many of which can be seen at a glance. It's like hurting the enemy by a thousand but hurting yourself by eight hundred. It needs improvement."
Ming Yueyi was merely testing his swordsmanship and hadn't used his full strength. He wasn't annoyed by such an evaluation, but instead smiled slyly at him and said, "Senior Brother, you're not just anyone else. I can't use such self-destructive methods to fight you."
The sword pointed at his heart, and this sword was much faster and sharper than before.
He Wujiu had already figured out her fighting style and raised his sword to block with ease, but this time it was different.
What Mingyueyi was targeting was not his heart, which could be fatal, but his forehead.
He Wujiu had no intention of fighting with her at all, he just wanted to use her as a sparring partner, so he never thought that she would really hurt him.
But this time, she picked up the sword where it had landed and stabbed it straight towards his forehead, showing no mercy.
If the male protagonist was killed by her like this, wouldn’t it completely change the plot? Ming Yueyi’s eyes flashed with excitement.
Just as it was about to hit, a loud thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky.
Mingyueyi's wrist felt numb, and the sword in her hand fell instantly. The broad sword landed on Bai Ji, along with her.
He Wujiu subconsciously reached out to embrace her, but before he could avoid it, the hilt of the sword brushed past the corner of her lips and then her ear. She knelt down and threw herself into his arms.
The natal sword and the sword cultivator can resonate with each other at certain times, so He Wujiu frowned and trembled, but his attention was soon diverted by the person in his arms.
"Senior Brother." She buried her face in his chest, her voice trembling.
"What's wrong, Junior Sister?" He Wujiu held her hand and pressed his fingertips on her wrist, but found that spiritual power was surging in his body.
He frowned and condensed a wisp of spiritual energy in his palm to help her calm the chaotic spiritual power in her body.
Soon Mingyueyi gradually returned to normal, still leaning on him weakly.
He Wujiu glanced at her pale face and asked, "Junior sister, are you feeling better?"
Ming Yueyi held his hand and nodded, saying softly, "Brother, it's okay."
He Wujiu probed her body again and found that the restless spiritual power had returned to calm.
The spiritual power outburst was sudden and very abnormal.
He Wujiu supported her and sat her on a nearby rock. He asked, "Junior sister, how long has this been going on?"
Ming Yueyi lowered his eyes and said weakly, "Not long."
It was not long ago, just that time, because she had obvious murderous intentions towards the male protagonist, Tiandao saw it and started to eliminate the abnormality.
He Wujiu was silent for a few breaths before asking her, "But did it start in Yun Town last time?"
Not knowing how he connected the dots, Ming Yueyi continued the topic he had passed on, pretending to be panicked after trying to cover up but being discovered, "No, it's not."
She was telling the truth, but He Wujiu obviously didn't believe her pale disguise, thinking that she really had an old injury in Yun Town that had not healed.
He showed a guilty look: "I'm sorry, Junior Sister, I should have remembered that you were injured and not challenged you too much."
If he had given in appropriately and let her win, perhaps the spiritual power in her body would not have been in chaos.
Ming Yueyi shook his head: "It's not my fault, Senior Brother. It's my own fault."
He Wujiu did not argue with her about right or wrong, "This matter is caused by me, Junior Sister, I will help you."
Mingyue Yi pulled the corner of his mouth slightly.
The only thing that can help her is to change her fate of being a cannon fodder and being sacrificed to the sword.
Ming Yueyi's face turned pale as he said, "Thank you, Senior Brother. I'm much better now."
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand as if to stand up, and her palm inadvertently supported the Bai Ji sword that he had not yet put away and placed aside.
The subtle sense of touch came again, He Wujiu's expression changed slightly, and the fingertips on the stone curled up for a moment.
Mingyueyi deliberately hit his sword. Bai Ji is now in a state without spiritual power, and anyone can break this ordinary sword.
Thinking of the time when he was almost killed by the electric shock, Mingyue Yi's expression of grief disappeared. He happily picked up the Baiji Sword and exclaimed, "I have never seen Senior Brother's natal sword in this form. What beautiful patterns on the sword."
After she finished speaking, she stroked the hilt of the sword with her fingertips, and her nails accidentally touched the sword body, which was the spirit stone she had given her last time.
He Wujiu only felt the skin on his chest being brushed, and an indescribable numbness came from his flesh. A faint red mark appeared on his fair and clean face, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, making an incomprehensible "hmm" sound.
Ming Yueyi didn't notice anything was wrong with him and continued to caress the sword, taking the opportunity to give it a squeeze. "This spirit stone is indeed very suitable for you, Senior Brother. When I saw it in Baihua Valley, I felt that it would be very suitable for you to use on the sword..."
Before she could finish, perhaps because she pinched too hard, the usually steady and cold swordsman suddenly covered his chest, groaned, raised his hand to hold her sword hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior sister, don't press too hard."
He Wujiu was very patient and had never lost control like this before.
Ming Yueyi thought that her strength was really too great, so great that he could not bear it, and turned around with guilt in her eyes, wanting to apologize to him.
But when she saw the young man beside her, her eyes suddenly froze.
There is no doubt that He Wujiu has a good appearance, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he is handsome and clear like a flawless jade that looks gentle but cold. He always likes to wear plain white, and when he rides the sword, he looks like a banished immortal. That's why she fell in love with him for two consecutive lives.
She thought she knew him very well, but she had never seen him like this before. His long eyelashes drooped, and the red that had appeared at the corners of his eyes flowed down his eyelids, creating an indescribable blush on his cold face.
It was like... being pulled down from the altar, so cold that the evil within was revealed.
As she watched, her fingertips unconsciously scratched the hole where the spirit stone was embedded.
He really couldn't bear it anymore, and his tightly closed thin lips opened slightly, letting out a hoarse moan.
"Junior Sister." He Wujiu suppressed the discomfort churning in his stomach, placed a hand on her wrist, raised his eyelids, and stared at her with his dark pupils. He gasped softly as he stated, "My natal sword and I have a connection."
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