Chapter 7 07 There's a sense of absurdity, like scavenging in the world of cultivation. ...
Lu Qingqing recognized it as the Nine-Revolution Soul-Suppressing Talisman. As the name suggests, it used nine restrictions to suppress the resentful spirits, leaving them with nowhere to escape and imprisoned forever.
The name sounds quite impressive, and its power against ghosts is enormous, but it is actually just a basic talisman.
Even though Lu Qingqing is not a professional cultivator who exorcises ghosts and demons, but a sword cultivator who focuses on actual combat, she is not unfamiliar with this.
For example, everyone has to study basic subjects during the nine years of compulsory education, and then when they go to university, they can study the fields that interest them and strive to achieve something.
The Nine-Turn Soul-Calming Talisman is a compulsory course in basic subjects.
This soul-calming talisman looks dazzling at first glance, but in fact the spiritual power it contains is not strong.
It was similar to what Lu Qingqing guessed. The person who suppressed Liu Sheng's soul here and set up the restriction did not have a very high level of cultivation.
——At least not as tall as her.
"……girl."
Yagyu was a little afraid of the talisman and didn't dare to get close. He stood there and called out softly.
Lu Qingqing turned around after hearing this.
Seeing that face that seemed to be hesitant to speak, she suddenly remembered that he had given his name but she hadn't introduced herself yet, so she said, "Mr. Liu, my surname is Lu and my given name is Qingqing."
"Miss Lu." Liu Sheng's eyes were filled with anticipation and trepidation. "This restriction..."
"It can be broken."
Lu Qingqing saw that Liu Sheng's eyes brightened instantly, and the melancholy lingering in the corners of his eyes seemed to be alleviated a lot.
He cupped his hands and said, "Miss Liu, I'll leave it to you then."
Lu Qingqing nodded and then drew a dagger from her waist.
She could use magic to break the soul-soothing talisman, but she found it troublesome to chant incantations.
The simplest way is to destroy it directly with true Qi.
The principle of [one force defeats ten skills] is applicable throughout the ages.
Lu Qingqing concentrated her mind and gathered her energy. A silver sword light flashed, and the red light of the talisman suddenly went out. The intricate pattern on the door slowly faded and finally disappeared completely.
"That's enough." Lu Qingqing retracted the dagger. "Master Liu, it's no longer a threat to you."
Yagyu's expression remained normal, but the slightly rising and falling chest revealed his current mood.
Song Zhu had walked up to Lu Qingqing at some point and was looking at her eagerly, just like a primary school student who had finished his homework and asked to go out to play.
The pressure released by the broken talisman just now was quite strong. He did not dare to act rashly again, for fear of really angering his master.
Lu Qingqing knew what he was thinking, so she shook her head and said, "Let Master Liu open the door."
For Yagyu, this door is both a confinement and a hope.
Liu Sheng pursed his lips, mustered up his courage, and walked to Lu Qingqing.
He reached out and touched the door frame, but it didn't bounce back like countless times before, nor did he feel the pain of his soul being burned.
Yagyu was overjoyed, unbolted the door, and gently pushed it—
"Squeak—"
The door slowly opened, and a breeze blew in, carrying the scent of grass and trees, slightly cold and clear.
Yagyu's eyes, which had been indifferent for nearly a hundred years, suddenly widened.
Not only Liu Sheng, but Lu Qingqing was also shocked by the scene behind the door.
It was not the backyard surrounded by a bamboo fence as imagined, but a lawn.
The grass is covered with small pale pink flowers, embedded in the green, and bathed in the moonlight, it is harmonious and beautiful.
At the end of the meadow is a high cliff.
Countless vines hang down from the cliff, some thick, some thin, and in different colors.
Looking up, a pine tree grew in the crevice of the cliff, its vigorous outline outlined by the moonlight, and the top of the mountain seemed to be born in the clouds, untouchable.
Close your eyes and you can still hear the birds singing faintly along with the sound of the wind. They are not noisy at all and each sound is pleasant to the ear.
“Oh my god…”
Yagyu was shocked and muttered to himself, "The backyard is in such a state."
Compared to the wonderful scenery, Lu Qingqing was surprised by something else.
The spiritual energy here is much stronger than that in the bamboo forest outside.
If she didn't have to take Songzhu to treat her illness, she would have stayed here and concentrated on seclusion for a few days.
Thinking of pine and bamboo, Lu Qingqing returned to reality from her fantasy.
Looking around, the big brother was nowhere to be seen.
...No way, you can get lost in such a small place.
"Songzhu!"
Lu Qingqing's voice was so loud that it scared Liu Sheng who was standing next to her.
"Master, I'm here."
The sounds of pine and bamboo came from afar.
"Where did you run off to again?" Lu Qingqing asked helplessly.
"Master." Songzhu said with childlike joy, "Here, here, you, you come here!"
...Why are you stuttering again?
Lu Qingqing followed the sound and walked to the end of the meadow, where she found a bump. If she wasn't careful, she could easily fall.
Songzhu was squatting in the ditch at the bottom of the slope, waving his hands and working busily.
Lu Qingqing didn't care, "What are you doing?"
Songzhu moved his body and said, "Master, look."
This was not a big deal, but Lu Qingqing was shocked again.
There were many things piled in the ditch, layer upon layer, almost filling the bottom of the ditch.
A closer look revealed broken silver jewelry, rotten account books and talismans, kettles, clothes, boxes, and even elixirs and weapons.
These items are of varying ages and damages, and are obviously products of different periods.
Lu Qingqing jumped down the ditch and squatted next to Songzhu. "What are you looking for?"
"A familiar smell." He rummaged through the pile of pine and bamboo objects, mumbling something incoherently, "This place feels so familiar."
"Okay, then take your time looking for it."
Lu Qingqing didn't disturb him and stood up and walked forward.
The moonlight couldn't reach the bottom, so she lit a tinder.
The ground was littered with various objects of unknown age, some of them quite bizarre. Whenever she found something that interested her, she would take it out and have a look.
At this moment, Lu Qingqing felt as if she had traveled to a world of cultivation and was scavenging trash.
"Miss Deer."
Yagyu also came to the edge of the ditch and leaned out, "What's down there?"
Lu Qingqing gave a brief introduction and then asked, "Young Master Liu, would you like to come down and take a look?"
"No." Yagyu wasn't very curious. "I'll be waiting for you upstairs."
He was a careful man. He took out two lanterns and handed them to the two people in the ditch to light the way.
Lu Qingqing continued to watch the fun.
After taking a few steps, she paused.
Ahead was a pile of black stuff that looked like it was made of mud, dead trees, and various rotting animal carcasses.
But there is absolutely no unpleasant taste.
Lu Qingqing's sixth sense told her that this pile of garbage was not simple.
She closed her eyes and directed her spiritual power towards them.
When I opened my eyes again, a tiny white mist floated out from the pile of mud, and disappeared into thin air under the moonlight.
Lu Qingqing picked up a knife from the side and started digging the soil.
Looking at the pine and bamboo trees in the distance, they are still struggling to dig out the trees, with their heads almost buried in them.
...In this situation, I look more like a scavenger.
Lu Qingqing complained while digging the soil hard.
The monk was already quite strong, and with the added energy he injected into the knife, not only was the small mound flattened, but a pit was also dug out.
Lu Qingqing jumped into the pit and continued construction.
After digging for a while, the tip of the knife hit something hard.
When I shone a lantern on it, it looked like a metal object.
Lu Qingqing dug it out in a few seconds and found it was a rectangular metal box.
The opening of the box was damaged and could not be locked.
"Miss Lu, be careful." Liu Sheng, who had been observing silently, reminded, "Use this."
As he said this, he threw down a thick piece of clothing.
"Thank you very much."
Lu Qingqing wrapped the metal box with old clothes and jumped out of the pit.
At this moment, Shochiku suddenly exclaimed.
Lu Qingqing put down the metal box and jumped a few times to come to Songzhu.
"What's wrong?"
"Look!" Songzhu was holding a disc-shaped object in his hand, his face full of joy.
Lu Qingqing took a closer look and saw that it was a compass with directions and extremely complex talismans engraved on it. It looked like a high-end product.
"Is this your weapon?"
Songzhu held the compass in his arms and nodded vigorously, "Mine, it's mine."
...It seems that it is not only a weapon, but also a magical weapon.
Lu Qingqing knew that some cultivators had a bond with their weapons since childhood. Through long-term use, love and blood and sweat were infused into their weapons, and a special connection would form between the weapons and their owners. Such weapons were called natal magic weapons.
No wonder Songzhu went straight here as soon as he entered the bamboo building. Although his true energy was blocked, he had a spiritual connection with the compass.
What was that bird that was making that strange cry? Why did it cause such a big reaction at Shochiku?
Songzhu uses a compass. Would his sect be good at Feng Shui, Geomancy, and Qimen Dunjia?
Many questions entangled Lu Qingqing.
She is not the type of person who dwells on trivial matters. Since she can't solve the problem in a short time, she will just let it go.
Lu Qingqing picked up the metal box and returned to the grass with Song Zhu.
Yagyu watched the whole process of scavenging and was amazed.
"I didn't expect that there is not only a hidden world in the backyard, but also so many treasures hidden there."
"Mr. Liu, do you recognize this? Do you know which sect it belongs to?" Lu Qingqing pointed at the compass in Song Zhu's arms.
After looking at it carefully, Yagyu shook his head.
Too.
She, a cultivator herself, didn't even know this, let alone this ghost named Yagyu.
"Master, what is this?" Songzhu squatted down and looked at the metal box on the ground.
Lu Qingqing didn't know either.
Let's take a look.
Prying open the box with the tip of the sword, the contents were revealed.
A rusty short sword without a scabbard, without any patterns on it.
The hilt is also designed to be quite plain, without any decoration.
And there was not a trace of spiritual power, as if what Lu Qingqing had just seen was just an illusion.
But she knew that the more ordinary something looked, the more complicated it was.
Now is not the time to study this, Lu Qingqing took the sword out of the box and wrapped it in soft cloth.
"Let's talk about it back home."
After what he had just seen and heard, Liu Sheng now had no doubts about Lu Qingqing and only worshipped her from the bottom of his heart.
"Miss Lu, why are there so many scattered things outside the house?" He asked the question in his mind as soon as he sat down.
"I guess it fell from the mountain."
Lu Qingqing calmed down at this moment, and her mind worked much faster. "The cliff outside the house should be Fuyue Mountain."
Songzhu's compass must have fallen from the cliff to this place.
He must have encountered danger on his way to Yueshan Mountain, which caused him to lose his life-saving magic weapon and become stupid.
"But the cliff is so high." Yagyū was puzzled. "As far as I can remember, there's no such steep cliff on Mount Fuyue."
"It's an illusion." Lu Qingqing calmly stated her speculation, "The cliff isn't actually that high. Just like this place, it must be some kind of secret place."
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