Blade and Soul
They took many twists and turns before they arrived at the place that Taoist An Chan mentioned.
Mi Xiu walked in front, and the two people behind him looked back at the same time to see the way they came.
"Brother, do you feel like we've taken a long detour?"
There was clearly a shorter path, but Anchan pointed to a longer one. Compared to the shorter path, the one they were on was wider, like a highway.
After such a long climb up the mountain, the three of them were feeling a bit hot. Mi Xiu wiped the sweat off his forehead and said casually, "Maybe Taoist An Chan hasn't walked this path before. Little Junior Sister, don't think too much. Did Taoist Jing Xu hurt you when he grabbed you just now?"
The red mark on her wrist where Taoist Jingxu had grabbed her had faded, and Yu Heyi shook her head.
Not far away, there were several crooked trees, seemingly surrounding something. As they walked forward, a dilapidated wooden house came into view.
The location of the wooden house is very secluded.
Wanqi Si was the first to open the door. A lot of dust fell on the wooden door, making him frown and cover his nose.
"The room is covered in dust, probably because no one has taken care of it for a long time. The messy footprints on the ground indicate that more than one monk has been here."
"Apart from it being very dirty, there's nothing wrong in here." Mi Xiu looked around, confused.
A crooked bed leaned against the wall, its curtains faded, its frame covered in spiderwebs. Dust accumulated thickly on the bed, its cotton lint yellowed and clumped around the edges.
There was a table in the middle of the room, dust covering every corner. Large pieces of paint had fallen off the surrounding walls, and mold had spread across the walls.
Apart from this, there are no other items.
"Master Jingxu took the evil sword from here." Mi Xiu walked around the table but found nothing unusual. It was just an abandoned house. "But this house is so remote. If we hadn't deliberately looked for it, I'm afraid we wouldn't have noticed it."
There was a bad smell in the room. Yu Heyi covered his nose and kicked the wall dust on the ground.
The wall dust flew straight into the air, choking the other two and causing them to cough violently.
Wanqi Si glared at her: "Yu Heyi, are you sick?"
Since the bed and the table are covered with dust, where was the sword that Taoist Master Jingxu took away originally placed?
She suddenly thought of something and immediately turned to look at Wanqi Si with a smile on her face.
Wanqi Si looked back at her in confusion.
"Brother, please lend me your hand."
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He didn't answer, wondering what she was going to do next.
Yu Heyi didn't even bother waiting for his answer. He simply grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the side of the crooked bed.
Under Wanqi Si's cold gaze, she used his hand to turn over the yellowed and clumped cotton wool on the edge of the bed.
In an instant, the dust on the cotton wool flew into the air and flew into the nasal cavity.
Yu Heyi was well prepared. She held her breath, one hand still on Wanqi Si's wrist, and the other hand slapped him hard on the face, at least to block the dust from blowing in his face.
But Mi Xiu, who had just followed and was completely unaware of the situation, was not so lucky. Dust instantly filled his nasal cavity, carrying with it a pungent musty smell. He reflexively took two steps back, covering his nose and coughing.
"Second Brother, I forgot to remind you to stand still and don't move." She said apologetically.
When the dust settled, she shook her head, pulled her hands away from Wanqi Si, and brushed off the dust on herself.
Under the opened cotton wool, there was an envelope.
Wanqi Si gritted his teeth and said, "Yu Heyi, if you dare to do this again next time, I will kill you."
He was so blinded by anger that he didn't even notice the envelope on the bed.
He loves cleanliness and can't stand any dirt.
Yu Heyi smiled and nodded at him, grabbed his wrist again, and used his hand to pick up the envelope.
"Yu Heyi!"
His jaw was so tense that the bulging veins were visible, and the anger in his eyes was almost bursting out.
"I'm sorry, Brother." Yu Heyi looked up at him, "You were the one who opened the cotton wool. This envelope should be your credit. I can't take the credit away from you. I can only borrow your hand again and get the envelope for you."
Seeing him so angry, Mi Xiu whispered, "Brother, the clue is important."
Wanqi Si opened the envelope with a sneer, threw the letter inside to Yu Heyi, threw the envelope away and brushed off the dust on his hands.
The letter paper was clean, at least not dusty or moldy. Her eyes lit up and she took the letter paper excitedly.
The handwriting on the letter was crooked, as if it was written in a hurry.
"This sword is an heirloom in my family. I would like to give it to someone who is destined to receive it."
She read aloud the words on the letter.
There was a faint demonic aura on the letter, so faint that it was undetectable. She turned to look at her two senior brothers, and they didn't notice anything unusual in the letter.
"According to what was written on the letter, this sword should be a precious one. Taoist Jingxu must have stumbled into the cabin, seen the letter, and taken the sword away. But why did this ancestral sword, stained with blood, become a murderous sword?"
Mi Xiu pondered and searched the wooden house again, causing dust to fly everywhere. Yu Heyi and Wanqi Si retreated to the door in disgust.
Nothing was found.
"There are no clues in the house. It seems we have to meet the so-called evil sword spirit." Wanqi Si said.
Mi Xiu put the letter back into the envelope and stuffed it back under the cotton wool.
The three of them went back home, and Yu Heyi took the piece of letter with a very faint demonic aura while the two were not paying attention.
The evil aura in Yong'an Temple is even more intense than it was an hour ago.
The sword spirit's murderous aura could no longer be concealed by the demonic energy, and it seemed as if it was about to devour all the demonic energy around it.
"Where are those two monks?" Wanqi Si's expression suddenly turned cold. He quickly extended his right arm, and the silver sword landed in his palm, releasing a sharp sword intent. "Don't let the sword spirit absorb the evil energy, otherwise the world will be in turmoil."
He leaped forward with a sword in hand, rushing into Yong'an Temple first and fighting the vicious sword alone.
When Yu Heyi and Mi Xiu arrived, Wanqi Si was half-kneeling on the ground, propped up by his silver sword. The sword wound on his left shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible, and it was still bleeding.
"Senior Brother!" Mi Xiu immediately cast a spell to help upon seeing this.
The one who wielded the sword and injured people was none other than Taoist Master Jingxu, who had been unconscious an hour ago.
His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious. He was completely different from the previous Taoist Jingxu. It seemed that his mind had been completely taken away by the evil sword spirit, and he had become a walking corpse doing evil for it.
The sword spirit has absorbed some of the demonic energy, and its murderous aura is rising to the sky.
Mi Xiu cast spells against him, but they didn't hurt him at all. One attack after another, filled with murderous intent, came at him. He dodged the first two, but not the third or fourth. A sweet, fishy taste clung to his mouth, and a pool of blood gushed out.
"Master Anchan, what exactly happened? How long have we been away? How did Master Jingxu become like this?"
Yu Heyi helped Taoist An Chan, who had fallen to the ground, up and asked.
"I... don't know. I stayed in the pavilion watching him, and he suddenly pushed me from behind. My old bones couldn't withstand the fall, and when I finally stood up, he had already run to Yong'an Temple. I chased him all the way here on crutches, and he turned into this. Not only did he not recognize me, he even attacked me."
Taoist An Chan answered her in a trembling voice, and Yu Heyi saw the wound on his arm.
"Get out! The sword spirit has absorbed the evil energy. You are no match for him. Don't wait to die here!" Wanqi Si shouted to drive them away, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Without saying a word, Yu Heyi grabbed Taoist An Chan with his left hand, dragged the seriously injured Mi Xiu with his right hand, and fled out of Yong'an Temple.
There was no hesitation.
Wanqi Si closed his eyes and laughed at himself, "You run pretty fast."
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, stroked the silver sword with two fingers, and gathered his spiritual power.
The sword spirit must be allowed to leave the monk's body, otherwise, even if the monk dies, the sword spirit cannot be destroyed. It can still choose a new body as a container and continue to kill people and gather resentment for it.
He could only knock him unconscious. A fainted person couldn't do evil for the sword spirit, thus forcing the sword spirit out. Only when the sword spirit lost its carrier could it find a way to enter the sword body and understand the evil sword's past. If he continued to fight like this, he would surely die.
But his target is me, how can I go around and knock him out from the side?
He sighed softly and suddenly thought of Yu Heyi who had escaped.
She was so rational and decisive, and she wouldn't act on impulse, which saved her a lot of trouble. No wonder the old man and Mi Xiu liked her, her personality was really quite likable.
Since I always cause trouble for her, she probably hopes the sword spirit will be more ruthless. If I die, she will feel much more at ease.
But we have to see if the sword spirit has this ability.
The silver sword shone with a cold light and made a crisp sound. The corners of his hanging sleeves moved without wind.
The sword was called a vicious sword because it carried too much resentment, and these countless resentments gave birth to an evil sword spirit. As the sword continued to kill, the murderous aura it generated became more intense, and its power became stronger.
The controlled Taoist Jingxu did not give him much time to breathe. He saw Yu Heyi and his men escaping but did not chase them because the sword spirit in his body did not care at all.
The only difference between the person who escaped and the young man in front of him was whether he died inside or outside Yong'an Temple.
Even though the young man in front of him was bleeding profusely and covered in wounds, he still refused to bow his head.
The corners of his bloodstained lips even curled up into a sarcastic smile.
This made the sword spirit feel uneasy.
The resentment and fear that a person feels before death will transform into a huge resentment that nourishes it after death. The stronger the obsession, the greater the resentment.
The young man in front of him did not show any fear or anxiety from beginning to end.
The sword spirit controlled Taoist Jingxu to swing his sword, each move fatal. However, Wanqi Si was unable to kill Taoist Jingxu and was forced to dodge.
Every time he dodged a sword attack, he failed to dodge the murderous aura attached to the sword attack.
With a "puff" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
Wanqi Si's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the wounds on his body were increasing.
The sword spirit laughed shrilly, mocking his helplessness and the fact that he, as an immortal, could not save all living beings.
Taoist Jingxu raised the fierce sword above his head, and Wanqi Si covered his heart with his hands, his eyes gleaming.
Along with its laughter, murderous intent gathered at the tip of the sword, ready to be unleashed.
After a moment, its shrill laughter stopped abruptly.
Following a female voice, Taoist Jingxu fell forward.
"Why is your smile so ugly?"
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