Chapter 5 Shaoyang Sect (V) “Hello, little genius.”…
Three hundred years later, Zhu Ciying still remembers that the day she met her senior brother was a snowy winter day.
Firecrackers blasted and gongs and drums roared.
Red confetti was scattered everywhere.
The senior brothers and sisters received the master's order early on and held a welcoming banquet for her in the heavy snow and cold wind.
"Are you the genius Master mentioned, born with a sword bone and exceptional talent? Hmm... no matter how you look at it, you're just a mortal who can't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands."
"Could it be that the old man's eyesight is blurry, or his mind is muddled, and he deliberately brought back a random child from the mortal world to tease us?"
The young man who was speaking raised his chin slightly, with one hand resting on the jade gourd at his waist, his posture extremely arrogant.
However, before he could feel proud for long, a female cultivator pushed him away by the arm: "Hey, hey, hey, everyone calls you Second Senior Brother, how dare you talk to Junior Sister like that? Go away! Stay away!"
The young man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you're so brave, you dare to push me..."
The female cultivator ignored his reaction, turned around, and with a smile on her face, she introduced herself enthusiastically: "Aying, I am your senior sister. I entered the Qingwei Sect to study medicine at the age of seven, and I am ranked third in the sect. This is my gift to you. Do you like it?"
Second senior brother, third senior sister.
Zhu Ciying clenched the storage bag in her hand.
The bustle on the top of the mountain lasted for a long time, and when the small snowflakes turned into goose feathers flying in the sky, it returned to silence.
In the end, only Zhu Ciying and his master were left.
The snow falls silently, covering the ground with white.
The master closed his eyes and meditated. Zhu Ciying tiptoed around to an open space on the side and stopped in front of a snowman.
She picked up a few small stones on the ground and threw them on the snowman, then stared at the snowman for a moment, then squatted on the ground with her arms around her knees, recalling old times.
She was lost in thought and didn't notice someone walking on the snow behind her. It was not until she saw the lonely snowman with some dead branches as company that she suddenly stood up and looked sideways.
The visitor was a young man.
Different from the arrogance of the second brother.
He exudes an approachable gentleness.
Snowflakes fell softly, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, wearing a moon-white round-necked robe with a black fur coat over it. The half of the silver wristband exposed at the furry cuffs emitted a faint cold light.
The extreme contrast between black and white highlights his presence.
As for her appearance, she is impeccable:
His eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, his spirit is handsome, and his figure is like a phoenix and a dragon.
But Zhu Ciying felt that the most striking thing about this man was his black, dry hair and his coat that was not stained by the wind and snow.
It is said that when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can release spiritual power invisibly and avoid wind, snow, rain and lightning from a distance.
The senior brothers and sisters she met today were all outstanding individuals, but they still couldn't do this.
Even Master's shoulder had a small wet spot.
How could he...
As she was thinking, the young man suddenly lowered his eyes and looked at her. Zhu Ciying had no time to avoid it and her eyes happened to meet the other's smiling eyes.
This person actually had a red mole right below each of his pupils!
"Hello, little genius."
His handsome eyebrows curved, and he leaned forward slightly. "Since this is our first meeting, let me formally introduce myself. I am Xie Rangchen, the disciple of the Thousand Machine Sword Master of Huaijiang Mountain in Xiangzhou, and the first disciple of the Qingwei Sect Master."
Thanks Rangchen.
Congratulations, Ying's eyes lit up.
At the same time, Xie Rangchen raised his hand and stroked her head twice, and suddenly chuckled: "Well, you are still a little girl with dry and prickly hair."
Then, she heard her senior brother complain:
"Master, where did you kidnap this child from? Send her home as soon as possible and don't let her family wait anxiously."
Home?
Zhu Ciying clenched her hands tightly in her sleeves, and the white snowflakes blurred her eyes.
The master curled his lips and said, "Hey, what are you talking about? How could a kind-hearted master like me who upholds the righteous path do something like human trafficking? Ah Ying and I have a deep bond as master and disciple. I consulted her opinion on entering Qingwei this time, and she was very happy to agree."
"real?"
"How can you fake it?!"
"Senior Brother." While the two were talking, she reached out and gently tugged at the white dragon jade hanging around the young man's waist.
Xie Rangchen looked over, his eyes full of confusion.
Zhu Ciying moved her lips and said, "Brother, I haven't had any family for a long time. Please don't send me away. I like Qingwei Sect and I want to stay in Qingwei Sect."
The snow stopped quietly.
"I'm sorry. Senior brother thought you were too young before, and was worried that you would suffer if you embarked on the path of cultivation too early." The young man grabbed her cold hand from the waist and brought it in front of him.
After a pause, he said, "Since you said you like it here, then... Junior Sister, it's so cold in winter that your hands are frozen and have sores. Why don't you know how to use medicine?"
As soon as she finished speaking, gentle spiritual power wrapped around her palm and flowed through her meridians throughout her body, making Zhu Ciying's heart feel hot.
My eyes are burning too.
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The spirit bird was confused.
The little fairy looked very sad, but as a spirit beast, it did not know how to comfort humans.
After a long while, he managed to utter, "Keep your voice down, or you'll attract the monsters."
As it was about to finish its words, the crying stopped abruptly.
The spirit bird covered its face with its wings: Bah, what am I talking about!
Zhu Ciying raised her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, and moved a little further away from the "corpse".
The "corpse" had a pale complexion, slightly sunken cheeks, and a shriveled and withered hand exposed from its sleeve.
In her memory, her senior brother's swordsmanship was exceptional, and with the Jade Phoenix in hand, no one could harm him in the slightest. Zhu Ciying had never seen him so embarrassed since she had known him.
She couldn't accept it from the bottom of her heart.
Zhu Ciying knelt on the ground, tears never stopping.
In her previous life, she actually waited for her senior brother to come out of seclusion, and when she saw him for the last time, he had already ascended to become an immortal.
According to common sense, no one in the world can hurt him in the slightest.
Furthermore, three hundred years ago, the war between immortals and demons was so brutal that it shocked the entire cultivation world. Historical records state that the Demon King was so ruthless and bloodthirsty that he was unstoppable. When the cultivation world was in danger, an unknown swordsman trapped him in Huaijiang Mountain and fought a bloody battle for seven days before finally slaying him.
From then on, he left, hiding his achievements and fame.
His whereabouts are still unknown.
Others might not know, but she knew that the nameless swordsman was referring to her senior brother. Zhu Ciying's eyelashes drooped slightly as she re-examined the "corpse" on the ground with a complicated expression.
Although they look exactly alike, could he really be his senior brother? After killing the Demon Lord, where did his senior brother go and what happened?
Suddenly, a tiger roared from the depths of the dense forest. The spirit bird shuddered and said, "Little fairy, the dead cannot be resurrected. Let's leave quickly."
"He's not dead."
Just now, when she was crying on his chest, she heard his faint heartbeat. Although it was almost undetectable, she still heard it because of her naturally sensitive hearing.
From this she was sure that the man was still alive.
With such serious injuries, he is probably hanging on by a thread. He must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise he will really die.
Zhu Ciying took hold of his arm and placed it behind her neck, while her other hand passed through his waist. After she supported him for two steps, she couldn't help but sigh again. Her height barely reached his chest, yet her arm could wrap around his waist. This man was a little too thin.
Maybe he had suffered inhuman abuse in the past.
To avoid aggravating his injuries, Zhu Ciying and her companions tried to pick flat roads, so the journey was extremely difficult. By the time they found the nearest cave, it was already dawn.
He rummaged through the storage bag and took out the haystack that he had made two days ago. Zhu Ciying took off his coat and put it on top of the haystack, then laid the person down in a flat position.
The spirit bird was buried in the crook of her shoulder. After a night of fear, she relaxed and her head kept falling.
Zhu Ciying tilted her head, gently brushing her cheek against its feathers, her hands busy. She lifted the young man's sleeve. The young man's wrist was very thin, and there was a deep red scar at the wrist vein, so deep that the bone was visible. She was familiar with this, having suffered the same injury not long ago.
It was caused by the chains.
Zhu Ciying reached out to feel his pulse.
The longer the time went on, the more solemn the expression on her face became.
His injuries were almost entirely internal. Furthermore, she couldn't detect any spiritual energy in his meridians, which meant that all his tendons and arteries were severed!
And... Zhu Ciying untied his belt and took off his upper body robe. When she saw the wound on his abdomen, her pupils suddenly constricted, and her fingers that were clutching the bloody clothes suddenly exerted force, almost tearing them apart.
The spirit bird dreamed that it was trapped on an isolated island, with surging waves crashing towards it. It trembled in panic and woke up.
However, when he opened his eyes, he saw another even more horrifying and bloody scene.
It was a large and deep bloody hole, with large patches of dried blood stuck to the flesh of the turned-out abdomen. The internal organs were clearly visible, all dislocated, as if someone had roughly dug them out with their hands.
The spirit bird hugged its head and watched a section of intestine that was red to black flow out of the blood hole, its stomach churning.
Oh my god, you're still alive after all this?!
"Is there still any hope of salvation?" the spirit bird asked uncertainly.
Zhu Ciying took a final look at the scars on the back of his neck and sighed heavily, "His meridians are all severed, his spiritual roots and golden elixir have been dug out, and even his sword bone... has been destroyed."
"I'm not completely sure I can save him, so I can only try my best."
"What kind of deep hatred can be so cruel!" the spirit bird couldn't help but say.
"have no idea."
Zhu Ci closed her eyes, a little warm. Thanks to this pulse diagnosis, she gained more information, and her heart finally settled down.
She was sure that this man was not her senior brother from her previous life.
Because his bone age is only twenty-one years old.
He just had the same appearance as his senior brother.
But even so, Zhu Ciying still wanted to save him.
She had a vague feeling in her heart that such a coincidence would never happen in the world. After all, someone like her, who should have been scattered and not reborn, had an afterlife beyond common sense.
What if, Senior Brother has some connection with him?
Zhu Ciying generously took out the Soul-Fixing Pill. This pill, known for its ability to preserve a person's soul, was a gift from her senior sister on her sixteenth birthday. Because it was so rare in the cultivation world, it was often "looted" as soon as it appeared, so she had carefully preserved it.
The pill melted in his mouth, and Zhu Ciying fed him some spiritual spring water. Seeing his face slowly regain its color, Zhu Ciying's face showed no joy.
This was not enough. There was no needle or thread in the storage bag. If he didn't find a way to patch up the gash on his stomach, he would die sooner or later.
Zhu Ciying didn't have much time to think and decided to make a risky move.
She slowly bent down and pressed her forehead against the young man's forehead, feeling it was cold.
She activated her spiritual power, and a pure white thread made of spiritual power flowed out from the center of her eyebrows and flowed into the young man's eyebrows, and then penetrated into his seven meridians and eight vessels.
The endless spiritual power adjusted the displaced internal organs and put them back in place, while also stitching up the torn wounds from the inside out.
The spirit bird was stunned by the scene.
When the first ray of morning sunlight shone into the cave, Zhu Ciying had exhausted the last bit of his spiritual power and was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
She had just distanced herself from the person under her when the person's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. He then slowly opened his eyes and met her eyes.
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Zhu Ciying: I always feel like I've been caught doing something bad.
It is a mystery why the second brother's attitude changed so much.
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