Liu Zhuang Xian

Chapter 17: The best looking hands

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At this time, Jiang Wuchao's sword energy condensed into three sword formations, one of which trapped Chong Yuan's neck, and the other two trapped Chong Yuan's hands and feet.

Jiang Wuchao held the Minglan sword in his hand and stepped back. "Chong Yuan" bared his teeth and was dragged over by Jiang Wuchao with a stagger.

The evil spirit seemed to be in great pain inside Wang Dayong's body, and began to twist and struggle.

Jiang Wuchao turned his wrist and another sword formation appeared, spreading out like ripples on the water. The sound of huge waves crashing against the shore rang out, almost deafening Lu Xiaochan's ears and making her feel dizzy.

The "Chongyuan" was broken by the last sword formation. Jiang Wuchao flew away with the sword, and the sword pierced through Wang Dayong's body, nailing a group of evil spirits to the wall of the tavern, and then disappeared along the sword.

Lu Xiaochan was still dizzy. He lowered his head and vomited out everything he had eaten.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and in the end I even vomited bile.

"I told you a long time ago that you will regret it after seeing this excitement." Shu Wuxi's voice rang out.

Lu Xiaochan covered her ears, but the sound of waves crashing against the shore continued in her mind.

Wang Dayong's body fell to the ground. His eyes were bulging and his face was covered with mud, as if he had just crawled out of the mud.

The villagers watched from a distance and did not dare to approach.

Jiang Wuchao sheathed his sword, lowered his head and sighed.

"My fellow villagers, this butcher was also murdered. Now the evil spirit has left his body. I hope you will consider our fellow villagers and bury him properly."

Suddenly, all the villagers gathered around, kneeling and kowtowing.

"So this is the real Immortal Lord!"

"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for exorcising the evil spirits for us!"

Just as everyone was thanking Jiang Wuchao, someone discovered that the fake immortal was secretly squeezing out of the crowd, attempting to escape.

"The charlatan is going to run away!"

"You want to run away! If you hadn't given us such a bad idea and ruined the Feng Shui of our Lushu Town, how could an evil spirit have come in!"

The villagers didn't know what the warding off evil spell was, so they just treated it as feng shui.

"Beat him to death!"

"You've been cheating on food and drink for so many days!"

Jiang Wuchao finally stopped the villagers from beating the fake immortal king. When he turned around, he found that Lu Xiaochan and the young man who were sitting on the roof were gone.

Lu Xiaochan held the bamboo stick and staggered all the way. After finally following Shu Wuxi back to the inn, she immediately fell on the couch.

“I’m so sad… What’s going on…”

"That's because the power of Jiang Wuchao's Minglan Sword is sound. And your hearing is more acute than that of ordinary people, so the impact you receive is naturally more serious than that of ordinary people."

"The momentum you borrowed... what is that?"

"Whether you are an immortal who has cultivated for thousands of years or hold a magic weapon, a person's power is limited. The evil spirits in the world feed on desires. The more and deeper the evil thoughts they absorb, the stronger they become. On the contrary, the Immortal Sword Sect emphasizes the sympathy between heaven and earth, and borrows the spiritual energy of all things in the world to exorcise evil and eliminate evil. This is called borrowing momentum."

"Oh... you just... you just said that Jiang Wuchao's master... Ling Nianwu's realm is just 'borrowing momentum'? Is there anyone more powerful than that? What realm is Jiang Wuchao in?"

Although there was a constant sound of waves in her ears, every time Shu Wuxi spoke, Lu Xiaochan felt like a gentle breeze blowing into a valley, and her ears became comfortable and peaceful.

"At the beginning of cultivation, one naturally needs to form a pill. If there is no pill essence, there is no place to store the true spirit."

"Well, what next?" Lu Xiaochan stretched out her hand to pull Shu Wuxi's sleeve, but Shu Wuxi still avoided it.

Whenever he stopped talking, Lu Xiaochan felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Next, it is 'entering the state'. In this state, the cultivator empathizes with all things in the world, learns to establish connections with all living things in the world, and finds the essence that he is best at borrowing. This is Jiang Wuchao's current state."

"Oh, he's good at borrowing voices?"

"Um."

Shu Wuxi stopped talking again, and Lu Xiaochan kicked off the quilt in anger.

Will you die if you say a few more words

You just know “hmm,” “hmm,” “hmm” every day, but it’s not like you’re going to the toilet!

"Hmm" what "Hmm"!

Shu Wuxi slowly lifted the quilt and covered Lu Xiaochan with it again.

Seeing that Lu Xiaochan was about to kick the quilt again, Shu Wuxi grabbed his ankle through the quilt.

His strength didn't seem to be much, but he steadily made Lu Xiaochan's legs unable to move anymore.

"At this level of Jiang Wuchao's, he is only good at using sound. So the power of the sword formation he formed is also limited."

Shu Wuxi explained patiently. His voice was gentle and lingering, yet it carried a unique aura that spread into Lu Xiaochan's heart along with his thousands of thoughts.

"Oh, and then what?"

"Then comes the true 'taking advantage of the situation'. At this level, mountains, rivers, and lakes can all be included in the formation. The power of the sword formation can be as powerful as Kunpeng, and it can be so subtle that it is difficult to discern with the naked eye."

So this important level lies in coordination.

“Is this the realm of the leaders of various sects?”

"Yes. Ling Nianwu of Zhiwu Villa was already good at taking advantage of the situation six hundred years ago. But after another seven hundred years, he still hasn't entered the 'big situation'."

"what is that?"

"Borrowing the spirits of three thousand worlds, I bring the sword energy of the world into the battle."

Lu Xiaochan's fingertips trembled: "Is this what they call 'the trend of the times is irreversible'?"

"That's about right." Shu Wuxi gently pressed Lu Xiaochan's ankle through the quilt.

Lu Xiaochan kicked him deliberately, tossing over and over in bed, and trying to provoke Shu Wuxi, finally causing Shu Wuxi to hold Lu Xiaochan's waist with one hand and his ankle with the other. His hair fell down, and Lu Xiaochan could smell his scent more clearly, so she squinted her eyes and smiled.

"This is amazing! Is there anyone in the world who can reach this level?"

"Of course there is."

There was no hint in Shu Wuxi's voice that he was holding down Lu Xiaochan, or that Lu Xiaochan's movements had worn out his patience. On the contrary, the strength with which he held Lu Xiaochan was just right, making it impossible for him to move but not feeling that he had completely lost his freedom.

"for example?"

"Nanli Jingtian's sword master Chen Miu, her Muwan sword can borrow the spirit of the sun and the moon."

"anything else?"

"The Sword Sect of Xiyuan Realm is surrounding Mount Wang? The mountain owl sauce u Mi Jiong Luo!

"So impressive! Where are the other sword sects?"

"In the battle of Wuyi Realm 1,300 years ago, the sword sects of Dongxu and Beiming fell, and there is no one to succeed them."

"Is that so..." Lu Xiaochan sighed, "Then what about Wuyi Jingtian? I know Wuyi Jingtian's sword master, his name is Yangcang! It means 'the vast world of three thousand generations, all living beings are for oneself', right?"

Shu Wuxi's fingers suddenly clasped the quilt tightly, and Lu Xiaochan's bones were almost broken by him.

“Ouch! It hurts!”

Shu Wuxi immediately let go.

"… Do you remember him?"

There had been no emotion in his voice until now, but only at this moment did it seem to have human feelings.

A sense of expectation overflowed from the throat, but it had to be held tightly back, which made people feel inexplicably distressed when they heard it.

"The old beggar who adopted me told me. I have never seen Yangcang, nor have I heard him speak, so there is no such thing as 'remember or not remember'."

At that moment, Lu Xiaochan felt as if a spark seemed to illuminate the darkness, but it dimmed and went out in an instant.

Only darkness that cannot be described in words remains.

"Are the sword sects of all parties the limit of cultivation?"

"There is one final level - castration."

"Castration? Does it mean no longer borrowing the spiritual power of heaven, earth and all things?"

"Yes, creating things out of nothing is the true God. No one can reach this level."

"oh."

"Can you sleep now?"

"My ears hurt... How about you sing a song for me? I might fall asleep while listening to it?"

Lu Xiaochan touched Shu Wuxi through the quilt.

Shu Wuxi felt like he was scalded and wanted to avoid it, but he didn't.

Lu Xiaochan was happy. It turns out that besides blowing air, he can also touch you like this!

He mustered up his courage and grabbed Shu Wuxian's hand through the quilt.

Before, Shu Wuxi's breathing was smooth and calm, but at this moment, Lu Xiaochan could not hear any sound of his breathing.

"Brother Wuxi, so this is what your wrist looks like."

Lu Xiaochan circled her fingers. Fortunately, the quilt was very thin at this time of year. Lu Xiaochan could feel the curvature of Shu Wuxi's wrist bone.

"Brother Wuxi, are your hands just supporting me?"

Lu Xiaochan turned her head and asked.

“…Yes.” Shu Wuxi’s voice was a little tense and a little hot, as if once his breath touched Lu Xiaochan, it would become a prairie fire.

"It feels so good, just like you're hugging me." Lu Xiaochan moved her fingers carefully, as if she was putting them into the gaps between Shu Wuxi's fingers.

"Xiao Chan, do you have anything else to ask? If not, just go to sleep..."

"I do! Aren't your fingers long, soft and beautiful?" Lu Xiaochan asked.

"I... don't know what kind of hands are considered beautiful to you."

This was the first time that Shu Wuxi's answer was not affirmative.

But Lu Xiaochan liked the sound of his hesitation.

"Then remember, your hands are the most beautiful hands to me. Because they cover me with a blanket and protect me."

Lu Xiaochan smiled with his eyes narrowed. He believed that Shu Wuxi did not know what was beautiful and what was ugly, and could not tell the difference between being rich enough to rival a country and being penniless, but at this moment he must understand that he was grateful to him and cherished everything he had done for him.

After a long time, Shu Wuxi did not reply, but just let Lu Xiaochan hold him through the quilt.