Chapter 49 Listening to the Oracle (V) “I love you so much…
In August, when the sun was at its hottest, a thick cloud drifted in from afar, just blocking the sunlight.
The courtyard, which had been baptized by a hundred years, was like an old man who was about to reach the end of his life, emitting a dead air.
The silver-white scabbard appeared so suddenly that neither side was prepared. For a moment, the courtyard fell into an eerie silence. Only the petals of the crabapple tree rustled and fell.
One or two pink and white petals were lifted by the wind and fell quietly on Shi Xiangyue's head.
She was completely unaware, her body swayed, and she fell into the chair.
Void victory!
It's the sword of evil!
Her skinny fingers gripped the armrest.
How could that be?
Why does Yansheng appear here?
Shi Xiangyue raised her eyes, her sharp gaze first directed at Xie Rangchen, then turned and fell on Zhu Ciying beside him, as if silently asking:
Why? Why is the Yansheng in her hands?
Zhu Ciying was confused, but she saw Xie Rangchen silently step forward and block her way. He was much taller than she was, easily shielding her from Shi Xiangyue's probing gaze.
"Heh." Shi Xiangyue sneered at his protective behavior, then glanced at Shi Xiangwen and said, "Take the people of the Shi Xiang clan and retreat first."
Shi Xiangwen: "How can that be, Patriarch? I don't think they really dare to fight you!"
"So do you see I'm missing arms and legs?"
Shi Xiangwen choked and whispered, "No, no..."
"I have the scabbard to protect me. They can't hurt me." She emphasized again, "Leave them!"
Shi Xiangwen shrank his neck, obeyed her order, and shouted at the top of his voice: "All the people of the Shi Xiang clan, follow me and retreat——"
"The clan leader is in danger! We can't leave!"
"The Master Clan is not a coward, you are not allowed to leave!"
"Hey, what's with that look in your eyes? Am I the kind of person who's afraid of death?..."
Shi Xiangwen's forehead throbbed with pain. "Shut up! Take the clan leader's orders and follow me!"
A group of people stood there in a daze and were dispersed by Shi Xiangwen like driving ducks.
Shi Xiangyue brushed away the peach blossoms above his head and looked at Zhu Ciying and others at the courtyard gate.
"Can I see your sword?" she said.
Zhu Ciying held the sword in both hands and looked down at Yansheng. If she had seen correctly, there was a flash of "reluctance" in Shi Xiangyue's eyes when his eyes met Yansheng.
"Okay, Chief, please do as you please."
She used her spiritual power to send the sword to her through the air.
A hundred years later, Shi Xiangyue once again grasped the hilt of the Yansheng Sword, and his mood at this moment was so depressed that it was beyond words.
The time I spent with Jiang Zunyue seems to be still before my eyes.
The talent of the Shi Xiang clan members lies in communicating with the way of heaven, not in fighting, so Shi Xiangyue’s ability to protect himself is actually not as good as that of ordinary cultivators.
Jiang Zunyue's swordsmanship was the strongest she had ever seen in her life.
She didn't know where a ranger like him had learned these skills. If he didn't tell her, she wouldn't ask.
She had once asked him for advice on swordsmanship, but perhaps because she really had no talent at all, she always seemed clumsy compared to Jiang Zunyue. Fortunately, he got up early every day to teach her sword skills.
However, it was not until later that she found out that what Jiang Zunyue taught him was the Sixteen Swords of Invitation to the Moon, which he had created himself. Even if the disciples of the Sword Sect came, it would take a year to learn it.
"I don't want to learn sword anymore!" Seventeen-year-old Shi Xiangyue threw away the wooden sword, lifted her skirt and ran down the mountain impatiently like a student skipping class.
"It's okay if you don't learn it." Jiang Zunyue stood in front of her with a silver-white scabbard.
Shi Xiangyue: "What are you doing! You won't let me go even if I don't learn sword skills?"
Jiang Zunyue pulled the corner of his mouth down helplessly: "My natal spirit sword is called Yansheng. Since it was formed into a pact with me, it has been invincible and has never been defeated."
"In the eyes of sword cultivators, the scabbard is the sword's resting place."
"I will give you the scabbard. From now on, if you are in danger, weapons weaker than the Yansheng will not be able to harm you, and weapons stronger than the Yansheng... will not hurt you."
"Arrogant. Don't think that no one can hurt you just because you have some skills." Shi Xiangyue was skeptical about his words, but still hugged his scabbard and slipped down the mountain.
At that time, she did not expect that her words would come true in the near future.
On a crisp autumn day, Jiang Zunyue went down the mountain to fight demons as usual, but he had not returned yet.
Shi Xiangyue waited for him in her courtyard all day, but there was no news. She fidgeted uncomfortably as she waited. This wasn't Jiang Zunyue's style. No matter how busy he was, he'd always find time to send her a message via spirit paper crane, letting her know when he'd be back.
She hurried down the mountain late at night and searched every street and alley in the city. Her feet were rubbed raw and bleeding before she realized that she had forgotten to wear shoes when she went out.
Jiang Zunyue...
She wandered aimlessly down the street, the light in her eyes gradually fading. She couldn't find him! Not even the slightest trace. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
On the third day, a group of monks dressed in white and carrying swords found Shi Xiangyue and told her that Jiang Zunyue was about to die. They begged her to find a way to save him and their junior brother from Lingxiao Sect.
"Take me to see him..."
Shi Xiangyue's tears had dried up long ago, and she roared at the white-robed sword cultivators, "Take me to see him quickly! I want to see Jiang Zunyue, I have something to say to him!" He had clearly accepted the gold leaf from her, but he dared to break the agreement and abandon her for three days and three nights!
"Thank you for your help, young lady!"
When the white-clothed sword cultivators thought that their junior fellow apprentice was likely to be rescued, they didn't think much about it and took their master Xiangyue to fly to Lingxiao Sect on their swords.
On the way, Shi Xiangyue asked Jiang Zunyue's brothers: "How did he get injured?"
A slightly overweight senior brother said, "It's said that a gifted member of the Shixiang clan escaped, causing a flaw in the sacrifice. The demons took the opportunity to attack the barrier, and the Shixiang clan couldn't hold on, so they sent out a distress signal."
Did the sacrifice go awry? The tribesmen escaped.
Why...why didn't Jiang Zunyue tell her anything!
Shi Xiangyue's heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably, and he murmured, "Such a big thing, and I didn't even know about it..."
"It's normal not to know, because the news is blocked by all the major sects, fearing that it will cause panic in the cultivation world."
"My junior brother received a message from the sect and hurried back. Without a word, he secretly took the sect's most precious treasure and went to the Master's Clan." The white-robed senior brother paused, his expression heavy. "He single-handedly quelled this demonic threat, exhausting all his cultivation and blood essence. Now his life is hanging by a thread."
"He took the Jade Phoenix Sword, the sect's most precious treasure, without permission. Master should have punished him, but he sacrificed himself for the entire cultivation world. Master couldn't bear to see him, so young and promising, lose his life so early. That's why he divined for him and found out that this girl is the one who can save his life."
"Girl, can you save our junior brother?" he asked again uncertainly.
The wind in the sky was so strong that it was impossible to open one's eyes, so the tears on Shi Xiangyue's cheeks were blown away by the wind before they even fell, leaving no trace.
"Don't worry. I have a plan."
She bit the soft flesh on her lip and tried to make her voice sound calmer.
“He’s a very important person to me.”
"I won't let him die."
Jiang Zunyue will definitely be safe.
No matter what it cost her.
In the next few days, Shi Xiangyue learned many aspects of Jiang Zunyue from his senior brother that she didn't know.
Jiang Zunyue was extremely talented, combining the strengths of hundreds of schools. He learned swordplay at the age of sixteen and left the mountain at seventeen. After leaving the mountain, he challenged eighteen sects with his single-handed swordsmanship and was undoubtedly recognized as the next leader of the Lingxiao Sect.
However, he loved freedom by nature and did not want to take over the position of clan leader, so he often sneaked down the mountain. The brothers and sisters in the clan could not beat him, so they had to turn a blind eye.
This time, he did something big and lost most of his life.
Shi Xiangyue saw Jiang Zunyue lying on the bed in the Lingxiao Sect's medical hall, his face pale and his breath barely there.
"Jiang Zunyue, are you stupid?"
Her tears had dried up on the way here. She leaned over to lie beside his bed, pinched his nose gently with her fingers, and was surprised to find that his body temperature was so cold.
"You're lying here, unable to move, right? Who told you to show off secretly without me?" Shi Xiangyue's nose felt sore, and her smile was uglier than crying: "Is it worth risking your life for someone you have no connection with, for a piece of gold leaf from her?"
Jiang Zunyue couldn't answer her question.
She continued softly, "I've been waiting for the red paper you secretly put under the porcelain doll without telling me."
"Do you regret...do you regret not telling me earlier?" This sentence seemed to be asking him, but also seemed to be torturing herself.
She stroked Jiang Zunyue's eyebrows and eyes with her hand: "Forget it. I can't wait for you anymore."
"Jiang Zunyue, listen carefully. I will only say this once."
"My master Xiangyue likes everything beautiful and pretty, including people."
"From the first moment we met, I fell in love with you."
"In the days that we spend together day and night, I will love you more than I can describe."
"But unfortunately, this is where it ends."
The Shixiang clan has a secret technique that is not passed on to others, which can bring the dead back to life. Even if a person only has one breath left, as long as the Shixiang clan is willing to save him, they can snatch him from the hands of the King of Hell.
This secret technique is harmless to the caster's body. Only one condition needs to be met: the injured person must be the caster's beloved.
If Shi Xiangyue wants to save Jiang Zunyue, she must pay a small price: give up her "love" for him and never be moved by him again.
The moment she began to perform the secret technique, she was very glad that she happened to like him.
Also, it feels great to be able to save the life of your ideal husband.
…
Shi Xiangyue's fingers stroked the sword, and Yansheng trembled slightly. A strand of pure white spiritual silk quietly penetrated into the glass bracelet in a place where no one could see.
She slowly returned the sword to its scabbard.
At the same time, a conversation from a hundred years ago flashed through my mind.
Once, she asked Jiang Zunyue’s fellow disciples, was it true that the sword cultivator gave the scabbard just to protect that person?
His companions laughed and replied, "No, no, haha, girl, don't be fooled by him! We sword cultivators love our swords like our lives, how could we easily give away our scabbards? In our world of sword cultivators, when he gives you a scabbard, he's actually telling you that his sword is only willing to be defeated by you."
Shi Xiangyue's mood inexplicably improved a little. She looked at Xie Rangchen and said, "Stay here. I have something to ask you."
"Everyone else leave first."
When Zhu Ciying heard her softened tone and no longer the cold and distant tone as when they first met, he decided that there was still a chance for the negotiations.
"Brother." She took the golden scale wristband on Xie Rangchen's forearm and shook it slightly. "Seize the opportunity. All hope lies in you."
Xie Rangchen grabbed her hand and shook it briefly to comfort her: "I'll try my best."
Zhu Ciying was still worried.
Although Xie Tiantian was reliable most of the time, in order to prevent him from giving up at the critical moment, she used the soul contract to pinch out a piece of candy in the spiritual palace, wrapped it with silk thread, and hooked Xie Rangchen's soul, which had taken root here, like fishing, and extended it step by step outward to a wider area.
At the same time, Xie Rangchen, who felt the same way, frowned slightly and broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
Why would Junior Sister use this method to hook him?
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The author has something to say: Xie Tiantian [holding her chin]: Has she ever heard of it? Those who are willing will take the bait!
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