Chapter 6 Shaoyang Sect (VI) “Let me introduce myself again, my name is Zhu Ci…
The young man had narrow, dark pupils, clear and transparent, reflecting the girl's figure like icy crystals. She was wearing a golden dress, with two strands of hair cascading down her chest and her slightly red eyes clearly visible.
The spirit bird also saw her heroic figure, but it didn't bother to admire it. It just opened its mouth and started to flatter Zhu Ciying: "You are worthy of being my goddess! You are kind when people are in trouble, you are good at slaying demons and monsters, and you are the best at healing diseases and injuries!"
Zhu Ciying: “.”
"Hmm, hmm..." The spirit bird's mouth was sealed by the sudden spiritual power, and it seemed to have lost all its strength and means.
Although the method of transmitting spiritual power from one soul palace to another to heal injuries is very effective, it also carries huge risks. If you are not careful, your soul will be damaged and you will become stupid.
Although he was clearly risking his life to save someone, Zhu Ciying felt embarrassed as if he had been caught doing something bad.
She quickly sat up and put more distance between herself and him.
The young man's eyes were open, but his expression was numb and empty.
"You..." Zhu Ciying was about to ask him if he was feeling better, but the next moment, he closed his eyes without any warning.
Zhu Ciying reached out to feel his breathing, which was steady and moderate. He must have been awake for a short moment before fainting again.
Let him have a good sleep first, it will help him recover.
Zhu Ciying took a recovery pill to replenish her spiritual energy, then ground together the spiritual herbs she had collected in the back mountains according to a specific ratio and applied it evenly to the young man's wound. Finally, she helped him tidy up his clothes and cast a cleansing spell to clean his body.
After doing all this, she barely recovered a fifth of her spiritual energy, which was drained away again. She was exhausted to the point of exhaustion. Zhu Ciying lay down beside the young man, hugging her knees and curling up into a ball, taking up only a small amount of space.
The struggling spirit bird: Ha. Is it true that no one cares?
Zhu Ciying slept very restlessly.
She dreamed of many old friends from her previous life, who passed by her one by one and disappeared in the darkness.
She walked barefoot, aimlessly on the cold water, forward, forward...
"Aying." A voice came from behind.
Zhu Ciying paused slightly but continued forward.
"Aying, don't go any further."
Only then did she stop and look back.
The man's face was covered with a layer of white mist and was not very clear, but Zhu Ciying ran towards him without thinking.
She put her arms around his waist, rested her head on his chest, and greedily sniffed the light osmanthus scent on his clothes.
"Senior Brother." She suppressed the tears that were about to burst out of her throat, and her tone was aggrieved.
Xie Rangchen placed his palm gently on her head and stroked it twice to comfort her.
Zhu Ciying hugged him tighter: "Brother, where have you been? I can't find you."
The other party withdrew his hand without answering.
"Senior Brother?"
Her arms suddenly felt empty, and Zhu Ciying instinctively fell forward. The ice melted, and she sank into the river, choking.
As her consciousness faded, she heard a sigh.
Contains deep helplessness and regret.
"Senior Brother!" Zhu Ciying woke up from her dream, and the scenes around her brought her back to reality.
The light in the cave was dim. The young woman was still lying on the haystack and sleeping soundly, while the spirit bird curled up in the crook of her legs and snored.
It was getting dark. Zhu Ciying helped the spirit bird move to a new location and placed a black talisman at the entrance of the cave. She had slept for so long that she had forgotten to change the dressings for the wounded.
Zhu Ciying touched his forehead and found it was hot. She mixed the medicine she had prepared before bed with spiritual spring water and poured it into his mouth. Then she undressed him and gave him fresh medicine.
After fastening her belt, Zhu Ciying felt his pulse and marveled once again at the healing power of the spiritual spring water. The man's previously severed meridians had largely healed, and the new skin on his wrists was white and smooth. Although she had stitched the wound on his abdomen with spiritual thread, the damage was so deep that the healing process was quite slow.
Perhaps, Zhu Ciying thought, the spiritual spring water she had on her was limited, and if she took him to the spiritual spring to soak in it, would he get better faster?
She quietly studied the feasibility of the idea while lighting the dry branches.
The spirit bird woke up at this time, flapped its wings and flew over, pointing at its beak pitifully.
Zhu Ciying suddenly realized and waved his hand to remove the seal.
"I'm dying of suffocation!" The spirit bird gasped for breath, its stomach rumbling. "Little fairy, I'm hungry. The grilled mushrooms you promised me..."
It doesn’t even dare to emphasize that it is “thirty skewers” of grilled mushrooms.
Zhu Ciying smiled and nodded: "I remember everything. Come over and grill together."
The bird was overjoyed and happily picked up a bunch of mushrooms: "I knew you were gentle and virtuous, kind-hearted, and beautiful."
Zhu Ciying stuffed a bunch of roasted mushrooms into its mouth.
Spirit Bird: I’m happy again.
After eating and drinking, the spirit bird nestled in Zhu Ciying's arms, took a comfortable position and continued to sleep.
The sun and the moon overlapped, and on the morning of the fourth day, Zhu Ciying estimated the time to change the medicine.
She skillfully unbuckled the man's belt and lifted his clothes to reveal his slender waist. Just as she was about to touch it, the man's fingers trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.
Zhu Ciying accurately captured this change, her gaze naturally shifting to his face. His skin was truly exquisitely crafted, as if someone had painted on it, meticulously designing every detail. Impeccable.
She was particularly fond of the pair of red moles under his eyes. These two moles were the perfect bait for her and had a fatal attraction to her.
The man blinked blankly, his eyes rolling, suddenly glancing downward, then quickly looking away. A thin layer of red slowly appeared on his handsome cheeks.
"You are injured, I am changing your dressing." Zhu Ciying explained lightly, and then continued to do the unfinished work without changing her expression.
He was silent for a few breaths, then said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."
Because of her skillful technique, Zhu Ciying only needs a short time to change the dressing.
The young man kept an eye on her movements. Just when she was about to tidy up his clothes, he stopped her and said, "It's a small matter, young lady. Let me do it."
"Can you?" Zhu Ciying asked doubtfully.
The young man endured the pain and raised his hand to touch his belt. Zhu Ciying then turned her back to give him some private space.
The friction of the fabric made a rustling sound. Zhu Ciying took out the jade slip and looked through some information.
She waited until the sound faded away before she spoke: "I want to ask you a few questions."
The voice that answered was weak and hoarse: "The girl is my savior. I will tell you everything I know."
"Your name."
"Thank you, Rangchen."
In an instant, Zhu Ciying's mind went blank.
Thank you, let me go.
His name is Xie Rangchen!
"Is it from the word 'Rangchen' in 'The mountain doesn't let the dust fall'?"
Xie Rangchen smiled and said, "Young lady, you are smart. That's exactly what I mean."
The names are exactly the same, is it a coincidence?
Zhu Ciying turned around and continued to ask, "Then why did you appear in the back mountain of Shaoyang Sect? What kind of enemy did you provoke to end up like this?"
"Shaoyang Sect? What kind of sect is Shaoyang Sect?" Xie Rangchen was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion. "As for enemies, I don't remember any grudges I've ever had against anyone."
He only remembered that during his retreat, the Qingwei Sect suffered an unexpected disaster, and his master and a group of fellow disciples died in the battle. His younger sister protected his sword until her death.
She was only eleven years old, so young, and she used the most poisonous forbidden technique to buy him time. And he watched helplessly as his junior sister died in his arms, her soul scattering.
When the Demon Lord slaughtered his entire family, he fought him to the death. After that, he focused on gathering souls for his junior sister, but he was always missing one soul.
To this end, he wielded his sword to carve a passage to the underworld, arriving at the bleakest and coldest river, the Forgotten River. Only to find his apprentice sister wandering alone there. He called out to her, telling her not to go any further. She turned and hugged him, her face filled with grievance.
Just as he was about to take her away, an external force forcibly drove him away, and then his consciousness disappeared.
When I woke up again, I saw my savior stripping off my clothes and changing the medicine.
Xie Rangchen could clearly sense that this battered body was not his original self. Somehow, his soul had taken over this body. It wasn't exactly an occupation, but rather a forced entry.
Zhu Ciying stared at Xie Rangchen for a moment. His eyes were pure and clear, revealing a deep sense of confusion. It didn't seem fake.
After the war between immortals and demons, the world of cultivation suffered severe damage and entered the Dharma Ending Age. Spiritual energy decreased day by day, high-level spiritual plants withered and became extinct, and talents of all kinds of methods declined.
The Shaoyang Sect was founded two hundred years ago, recruiting talented individuals and maintaining a strong tradition. Over the past decade, it has gradually grown into the largest sect in Yuzhou. Truly a rising star, the dream sect of countless cultivators in the Thirty-Four Provinces, how could anyone not know about it?
Zhu Ciying opened the jade slip, clicked on the search bar, and typed in "Xie Rangchen." In the blink of an eye, a line of small characters appeared on the jade slip: Xie Rangchen, Inner Disciple of Shaoyang Sect.
Is there such a person in Shaoyang Sect?
Zhu Ciying pondered for a long time, digging out a figure from the depths of her memory. The preconceived memories of her past life had caused her to forget that there was indeed a "Xie Rangchen" in the Shaoyang Sect.
She had met him once at the apprenticeship ceremony when she was thirteen. Xie Rangchen was sixteen at the time and attended the ceremony with her. If she remembered correctly, the master Xie Rangchen worshipped was the leader of the Shaoyang Sect.
Zhu Ciying showed the jade slip to Xie Rangchen.
Xie Rangchen: "I have no sect or school, so when did I become a disciple of Shaoyang Sect?"
"When every cultivator in the Thirty-Four States is born, his or her information is recorded on a jade slip as proof of identity," Zhu Ciying said. "The information retrieved from the jade slip cannot be wrong. Look, you're the only one in the entire Thirty-Four States named 'Xie Rangchen'."
Xie Rangchen had nothing to say.
Zhu Ciying took back the jade slip: "Since you are an inner disciple of Shaoyang Sect, you are also my senior brother."
Xie Rangchen shook his head and said, "But I don't remember anyone from the Shaoyang Sect right now, nor do I remember the enemies you mentioned. I can't even remember how I got these injuries. I can't remember anything."
He paused, rubbing his head. "Perhaps I've lost my memory because of the severe injuries." The original owner's soul had already dissipated. Pretending to have lost his memory would save him a lot of trouble and was, for now, the best way for him to avoid the inquiries of those he knew.
However, he didn't expect that Zhu Ciying and the original owner were not familiar with each other at all and had only met once.
Zhu Ciying: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."
She was feeling particularly heavy-hearted at the moment.
Ever since I regained my memories of my past life, bad things have been happening one after another. Before I could even deal with my own problems, I encountered an even more difficult one.
"Junior sister." She heard Xie Rangchen mutter to himself.
He looked calm, as if he had quickly accepted his amnesia.
"I don't even know my junior sister's name." Xie Rangchen showed a trace of shame on his face.
Out of courtesy you should introduce yourself.
Zhu Ciying extended a hand and stopped beside his, a slight smile forming on her lips. "Let me introduce myself again. My name is Zhu Ciying, an inner disciple of the Shaoyang Sect. I studied under Yuyin Zhenren of Feijue Peak in Yuzhou, and I specialize in the Dao of Sound."
Xie Rangchen's calm mind suddenly turned into a huge wave.
Full of congratulations.
What a coincidence, his junior sister in his previous life was also called Zhu Ciying.
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Xie Rangchen: I think I’ve seen this junior sister before.
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