An Huan's hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking, and the tip of the sword was against Lu Xiaochan's tattered collar. The coldness made Lu Xiaochan dare not even breathe.
Most people close their eyes before they die.
But Lu Xiaochan couldn't see at all, and she stared at An Huan with her eyes wide open.
The eyes of a blind man should be dull, but these eyes were like black jade soaked in water, extremely clear. An Huan felt that this strike of the sword would truly doom him forever.
"An Huan! Why don't you do it!"
The lady had completely lost her patience and pushed An Huan from behind.
The tip of the sword instantly pierced into Lu Xiaochan's skin. When it was about to penetrate her flesh and blood, a buzzing sound was heard. It was the sound of a high-quality weapon being unsheathed, resonating with the bricks and tiles of the Medical Temple.
An Heng's sword slipped out of his hand and fell to the side, and a glowing fairy sword fell in front of Lu Xiaochan.
A cold and solemn voice sounded.
"Who dares to act so presumptuously in front of Li Chejun?"
Lu Xiaochan's fingers trembled. Did she save her life
In addition to the smell of incense and the fragrance of black bamboo, Lu Xiaochan smelled a light fragrance of phoenix tree, which was refreshing.
The fear before death was inexplicably resolved by this fragrance.
"Who are you? How dare you act so presumptuously in front of this lady!"
An Huan quickly stood still and raised his hand to bow: "So you are friends from Zhiwu Villa. We are from the Meng family of Pengyuan Mountain. Meng Daoyuan is my master. I wonder who you are..."
When the housekeeper heard that the other party was from Zhiwu Villa, he immediately showed a flattering fake smile and leaned close to his wife's ear: "Madam, Zhiwu Villa is a famous fairy sword family under the sky of Nanlijing. Its strength is beyond the reach of our Meng family. Madam, you..."
Madam Meng waved the housekeeper away and whispered, "How could I be so ignorant that I have never heard of Zhiwu Villa?"
"I am Jiang Wuchao, the Sword Master of Zhiwu Villa."
The other party announced his name in a loud voice, and the disciples of the Meng family, who were holding the hilts of their swords and ready to go, all lowered their heads and saluted.
Seeing that Mrs. Meng remained unmoved, the housekeeper quickly stepped forward.
"Madam! The sword masters of each sect are all the first disciples of the sect leader, and they will succeed the sect leader in the future! Moreover, the owner of Zhiwu Villa has practiced for 1,300 years and is highly respected among the various immortal sects. We cannot afford to offend him."
What this means is that the future leader of such a large sect must be extremely powerful. Even if the few disciples brought by Madam Meng attack together, Jiang Wuchao can kill them without drawing his sword.
"It is an honor for An Huan and all the fellow disciples to see Brother Jiang's Minglan Sword today. Using force in front of Lord Li Che's statue is an impulsive offense on our part. I hope Brother Jiang will forgive us."
Jiang Wuchao lightly raised the fingertips of his right hand, and the Minglan sword that was blocking Lu Xiaochan flew back into its sheath.
The sword moves against the wind, and the sound it makes is like the endless tide far away in the horizon. No wonder it is named "Minglan".
Lu Xiaochan was still lying on the ground, not because he was scared, but because the place where he was stabbed in the chest was very painful and he had not recovered yet.
Since the people from Zhiwu Villa have arrived, there is a high probability that his life will be saved.
According to legend, Ling Nianwu, the head of Zhiwu Villa who had practiced for more than 1,300 years, fell seriously ill when he was a teenager. No famous doctor in the world could cure him, and he tried the flesh and blood of various spiritual beasts, but he became weaker day by day.
Just when his parents were preparing his funeral with tears, Li Che, who was an unknown little doctor at the time, stayed overnight at their villa and saved his life. This led to the prosperity of Zhiwu Villa for more than a thousand years.
Therefore, whenever the disciples of Zhiwu Villa saw someone being disrespectful to Li Chejun, they would take action.
Jiang Wuchao clearly didn't take the Meng family seriously, and said loudly: "If Madam Meng still wants to worship the Doctor, then burn incense and pray sincerely. If you are no longer interested, then leave early and make it easier for the other villagers."
"Hmph, the offerings I brought have all been stolen by this beggar. What's the point of praying? Let's go!"
After Madam Meng said this, the people below hurriedly took the incense and offerings they had prepared and followed.
When Madam Meng passed by Jiang Wuchao, Jiang Wuchao suddenly raised his sword and used the hilt to block Madam Meng.
"Madam Meng, I have something to advise you."
"Oh, I wonder if you have any other advice for me on swordsmanship?"
"Madam, you have a very violent temper. If you keep obsessing over it, it will take at least three days to get from Lushu back to Pengyuan Mountain. You need to be careful of evil spirits invading your body."
Madam Meng raised her eyebrows and said in a cold voice: "Is Jiang the Sword Master of Zhiwu Villa or the Sword Master of Pengyuan Mountain? I am upright and have many disciples accompanying me. Why should I be afraid of evil spirits!"
After saying this, he left with a flick of his sleeves.
As soon as Mrs. Meng left, the villagers who were waiting outside and sweating profusely in the sun rushed in.
Some people burn incense, some people place offerings, it is even more lively than a temple fair.
Lu Xiaochan was almost stepped on, but luckily Jiang Wuchao picked him up.
"My dear little brother, you hid in the statue of Li Che Zhenjun and stole the offerings. Although it is understandable, it is really disrespectful to the immortal saint. Don't do this again in the future."
Lu Xiaochan touched the punctured area on his chest and whispered, "Li Chejun is in Nirvana, not in Ascension. He doesn't know whether to respect or not..."
Jiang Wuchao was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Little brother, do you know anything about the legend of Li Chejun?"
Listening to the way Jiang Wuchao spoke, one could tell that he was a man of integrity and not the kind of person who would fuss over trivial matters. Lu Xiaochan had a good impression of him.
"The legend I heard is this - the evil spirit Hun Chaos inhabited the body of Dongxu Sword Sect and brought disaster to the people."
The four words "Dongxu Sword Sect" made Jiang Wuchao's shoulders tighten.
"The Dongxu Sword Sect broke into the Wuyi Realm, intending to draw down the Wuyi Sword Sea from the sky. If he succeeds, all living beings will be devastated. So the leaders of various sects went to the Wuyi Realm and sealed the evil spirit in the Dongxu Sword Sect."
Jiang Wuchao stood there in a daze. This battle took place more than a thousand years ago.
Many immortal leaders who knew that Dongxu Sword Sect was possessed by evil spirits are no longer around. How did this little beggar know that
"This battle was so shocking that it shook the heavens and the earth! All the sword sects in the four directions were annihilated, except for Yang Cang, the sword sect of the Unintentional Realm. The Medical Saint Li Che was originally there to accompany Yang Cang, but he didn't expect to run into the Dongxu Sword Sect that was invaded by evil spirits! Li Che sacrificed himself to protect Yang Cang who was in seclusion... right?"
Jiang Wuchao narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to hold Lu Xiaochan's shoulder: "Where did you hear that?"
"Ouch! Ouch! You're pressing me so hard that it hurts!" Lu Xiaochan's eyes and nose wrinkled together. "Of course I heard it from the storyteller! In our Lu Shu, who hasn't heard this story?"
Jiang Wuchao suspiciously let go of Lu Xiaochan's shoulders.
"Storyteller? What happened next in the story?"
"What happened next?" Lu Xiaochan curled her lips. "If you treat me to a drink, I'll tell you the rest of the story!"
"Humph." Jiang Wuchao smiled. "Since this story is well-known in Lushu, I can just find someone to tell it to me. I don't have to waste money on wine."
Lu Xiaochan gave a wicked smile in his heart and said, "Then go find someone else to tell you!"
Lu Xiaochan stood up and staggered towards the temple gate.
Before she even walked out of the door, Lu Xiaochan stepped on the offerings that had been overturned by the disciples of the Meng family and fell flat on her face.
What bad luck! What bad luck!
He climbed up, stumbling along. The villagers who came in to burn incense looked down on him because he was dirty, and no one was willing to help him, so he fell several more times.
Although Jiang Wuchao disliked Lu Xiaochan's greedy nature, he still found a bamboo stick and handed it to him.
"Thank you. See you later!" Lu Xiaochan looked at Jiang Wuchao and grinned.
Jiang Wuchao was stunned. This little beggar was dirty all over, but his eyes were extremely clear.
Why can't I see it
What a pity.
Lu Xiaochan, tapping on a bamboo pole, arrived at the eaves of Wu Si Winery in the town as if he was familiar with the route.
In the past few days, although there was enough food and drink in the Temple of the Medical Saint, the "drunkenness and dream of death" of Wu Si Winery was missing. Even the fragrant and soft osmanthus-flavored chicken brewed in wine was not satisfying enough.
In her life, Lu Xiaochan never yearned for fame, wealth or power.
It was common for him to have no food to eat and no shelter from the wind and rain.
What he longed for in his life was to drink a whole jar of "Drunken Life, Dreaming of Death". He was always carefree and slept well, but no matter how sweet his dreams were, he could not see the person he wanted to see. But after drinking "Drunken Life, Dreaming of Death", he was able to see the fairy under the cold moonlight.
This story begins with the serious illness he suffered when he was eight or nine years old.
In the midst of strong wind and heavy rain, the old beggar who adopted him held him and shivered under the eaves of the tavern.
There happened to be a waiter cleaning the table by the window, so the old beggar begged him to give him the leftover food from the guest, even if it was just a sip of cold soup.
The waiter took advantage of the boss's inattention and poured the plate of peanuts out of the window.
The boss never liked beggars taking shelter from the rain under his eaves, so he scolded the waiter for what he was doing.
In a panic, the waiter poured out the pot of leftover wine on the table, saying that he was pouring the remaining tea out of the window to avoid the trouble of carrying it back and forth, and also avoiding dirtying the floor of the tavern.
That sip of wine just happened to splash onto Lu Xiaochan's face.
Lu Xiaochan, who was hot all over and confused at the time, licked a mouthful of "Drunkenness and Dreamlessness".
The taste was cool and not spicy, and it instantly relieved the high fever in his body.
His body sank and his soul was hooked out of his body. When he opened his eyes again, everything in the world had reversed and he went back a thousand years in his dream.
Under a cold moon, there stood a figure in a plain long gown.
Quiet and lonely.
That was the only thing Lu Xiaochan had seen since birth, but unfortunately it was only in a dream.
In Lu Xiaochan's dream, there was a young man with bottles and jars hanging all over his body, and a small white jade medicine pot tied around his waist with a turtle carved on it.
Although the turtle was carved, it seemed to have life and slowly crawled on the pot.
When the boy laughed, Lu Xiaochan would be happy with him in the dream. If the boy was angry, Lu Xiaochan would also be troubled in the dream, just like another self from long ago.
The young man ran towards the shadow in the moonlight with great anticipation. He jumped up and was about to hug the figure's neck from behind, but the figure just said coldly, "How dare you."
In an instant, the pressure of heaven and earth came down, crushing his mind, and he felt like he was almost suffocating.
"You are such a boring person! It's fine if you are boring yourself, but when I come here, I am your guest. You don't even look at me in a good mood..." He lowered his head and kicked the gravel in front of him.
The gravel jumped and was about to hit the other party's heel.
The young man was secretly delighted, as if it would be a happy thing to let the other person's clothes be stained with a little dust.
But before he could even curl his lips, the gravel shattered into pieces like dust under the opponent's spiritual pressure.
The young man rolled his eyes, sat down on the ground, took the medicine pot from his waist, pulled out the cork, and took a big sip.
"I don't mean to offend you, I just want you to try my newly brewed medicine!"
The other party seemed not to have heard what he said and did not move.
"Its name is - 'Wine and Fairy'! How about it? Interesting, isn't it?"
"There is no wine in the world that can make you drunk. This medicine drink contains a magical herb called 'Follow Your Heart'. Although it is not wine, it can make people drunk! It can also make your desires disappear after you get drunk!"
The young man excitedly threw aside a blank scroll and said, "I found this 'Mirror Flower Water Moon' in your Jianyi Pavilion! Anyone who stands in front of the 'Mirror Flower Water Moon' will have his inner thoughts reflected in the scroll!"
The figure remained indifferent.
"Do you dare to bet with me? Drink my 'Wine and Immortality', stand in front of 'Mirror Flower and Water Moon', and let me see if you are really free of desires and desires?"
The young man stood up with the medicine bottle and handed it to him, but the other party didn't even turn around and look at him.
The man in plain clothes walked past the boy calmly. The boy was about to jump up to look at the other's face, but the other's hand easily held his head down.
When I raised my head, I couldn't see the other person's face.
"Alas - what's so good about your cultivation? Forbidden love and desire! Everything is empty! You were born with a pretty face for nothing, but others can't see it. Why don't you turn around and show it to me?"
He spoke to the figure for a long time, his mouth was dry, but the other party did not respond.
After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of a question that the other party might respond to.
"People can become immortals and Buddhas, but they can never become gods. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
Just two words, and the cliffs on all sides seemed to be covered with frost.