Lu Xiaochan was shocked. This was unbelievable. This rib had recognized her as its master. She didn't expect that it would take so much effort to forge it into a magic sword
If the Lord Yuanzun who was able to forge it has already passed away, then wouldn't this rib be wasted
"That's because for more than 8,000 years, no remains of ancient spirit beasts have recognized their master. Since there is no immortal sword worth forging, there is naturally no news about Yehua Yuanzun." Shu Wuxi turned his head and said, "Xiaochan, pack up, we are leaving for Yechuan."
"Oh, okay." Lu Xiaochan nodded.
Anyway, he had no objection to where Shu Wuxi said to take him.
"I'll also prepare some medicinal pills for Xiaochan to take with him."
Kunwu felt reluctant when he thought that the little boy he had raised was going to leave again.
He thought about it and still had something to say to Shu Wuxi, so he said to Xiao Chan, "Little brat, go out for a while. I have something to say to Shu Wuxi."
Lu Xiaochan originally wanted to say “There is nothing that cannot be told to others”, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that apart from Shu Wuxi, Kunwu was the only person who was truly kind to her.
Sometimes, they don't want to know something, and keeping themselves in the dark can help them avoid hurting anyone.
Besides, the present life is stable, so why bother about the past
"Okay! I'll go find Qingyao!" Lu Xiaochan stood up, but Shu Wuxi still didn't let go of his hand.
Lu Xiaochan smiled, shook her wrist, and a crisp bell rang out: "We still have the Immortal Locking Ribbon! And no matter how I shake it, it's all in Tailing Pavilion!"
"Tailing Pavilion has countless imaginary spaces, which are much larger than you can imagine." Shu Wuxi replied.
"Anyway, you can always find me wherever I am!"
Just as Lu Xiaochan pushed the door open, Kunwu suddenly remembered something and said, “Stop picking my fairy grass!”
"I'll try my best!" Lu Xiaochan waved her hand.
Only after he ran away did Kunwu let out a breath and poured a cup of tea for Shu Wuxi in front of him.
"Although you and I are old acquaintances, I know that a thousand-year friendship is nothing special to you. But there are some things I still hope you can keep in mind." Kunwu said.
"Go ahead."
"If there is anyone in this world who can protect Xiao Chan, that person is not me, but you. I know your determination when you put on the bone-cold clothes for him. Once you put it on, you will feel chilled to the bone. But it also has its benefits - just like the exquisite cold jade of Wuyijingtian, while you resist its coldness, it can also increase your cultivation, and quickly improve the cultivation you lost because of Xiao Chan."
"That's what I meant."
"It's okay if you're emotional, but once you're sexually aroused and come into contact with the fire of chaos, no one knows if the bone-attaching clothing will melt. So... it's good for him to be by your side, and don't ask for too much in everything."
"Yeah." Shu Wuxi replied.
"It took me more than a thousand years to use his Dan Yuan to rebuild my body. I know you blame me for hiding him, I was just worried about you..."
"You are afraid that my obsession is too deep and will destroy his body." Shu Wuxi's voice was calm, without any emotion, no hatred or resentment.
"I know that you always thought that Junior Sister left because she was afraid of you when she was in the Unintentional Realm... But the one who is really afraid of you is not her, but me."
Kunwu lowered his head and sighed, deciding to speak out everything that had been weighing on his mind for years.
"That's why I took my junior brother away while you were conquering the Dongxu Sword Sect. I know my junior brother. He looks cheerful and open-minded, but in fact he has a clear distinction between love and hate, and would rather die in glory than live in disgrace. If he really hated you, he would jump into the Wuyi Sword Sea without hesitation, never to see you again in the rest of your life, and would never come back to find you, and might even sacrifice his life for you."
Shu Wuxi's fingers trembled, and he raised his head to look at Kunwu.
"I just want to tell you the truth. I hope you can let go of your obsession with the past and cherish the present."
After Kunwu told this, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he let out a long sigh.
After a long while, Shu Wuxi finally said, "Thank you."
Kunwu raised his teacup and said to Shu Wuxi, "Can we forget our grudges and laugh it off?"
Shu Wuxi raised his teacup and gently touched it to his. "Between you and me, there is gratitude but no hatred."
They both drank the tea in their cups.
Kunwu stood up, looked at the bed and said, "This little cicada, why is he still like this? Chang Yan's ribs are such an important sacred object, but he just threw them in the room like this and didn't care about them at all."
Shu Wuxi stood up and picked up the rib with one hand.
Kunwu was stunned: "This... Didn't it recognize Xiaochan as its master? How can you lift it up?"
Shu Wuxi stroked it gently and said, "You forgot that my Wuxi sword was forged from Chang Yan's spine. It wasn't the ribs that recognized the master, but the primitive spirit beast Chang Yan."
Kunwu thought about it and smiled again: "If it is really forged into a fairy sword, then it can be a pair with your Wuxi Sword, right?"
Shu Wuxi's expression seemed softer than before.
"I'd better prepare a brocade bag and wrap the ribs in it. Otherwise, you will be too conspicuous on your way to Yechuan."
"Thank you, Kunwu-kun."
Shu Wuxi nodded slightly.
His attitude made Kunwu feel much more comfortable.
When Kunwu left the quiet room, Shu Wuxi turned his wrist and took back the Immortal Locking Silk.
At this time, Lu Xiaochan was climbing up the spiritual vine and picking its fruits.
It is said that its fruit can not only fill the stomach, but also heal wounds. Lu Xiaochan decided to store the picked fruit in "Tailing Zhenyuan" to make fruit wine together with the hundreds of jars of Zui Sheng Meng Si.
The journey is long and arduous, so it is better to be prepared.
Qing Yao was standing under the spiritual vine, with a tearful look on his face: "Junior Master, please come down! If the Medical Sect knew about this, they would definitely kill me!"
"He practices medicine and has a compassionate heart. He would not even step on an ant to death, so he would not..."
At this time, the Immortal Locking Silk on Lu Xiaochan's wrist tightened, his eyes lit up, and he slid down swiftly. Qing Yao was so scared that he thought he had fallen down, and reached out to catch him, but Lu Xiaochan stood firmly.
"Hurry up and take me back! They have finished talking!"
Qing Yao let out a sigh of relief when he saw that he stopped picking fruits.
But when I looked up... Lu Xiaochan had picked at least 90 fruits...
I’m afraid Tailing Pavilion will be drowned by Kunwu’s tears again!
Lu Xiaochan was led back to the quiet room by Qing Yao. At this time, Shu Wuxi was sitting beside the couch, packing Lu Xiaochan's luggage.
Lu Xiaochan rushed over without thinking twice. He couldn't see the inanimate object and just sat on the clothes.
Seeing him coming back, Shu Wuxi raised his hand, covered Lu Xiaochan's face, and looked at him seriously.
"Xiaochan, you have never been like this before."
"What's going on now?" Lu Xiaochan tilted her head.
"You are willing to stay by my side." Shu Wuxi replied.
Lu Xiaochan had promised Shu Wuxi that if he didn't want to talk about the past, she wouldn't ask.
"How do you know that I wasn't willing to be by your side in the past?"
Lu Xiaochan already vaguely understood that the person Shu Wuxi was talking about was always his past self.
Shu Wuxi wanted to say something, but Lu Xiaochan stretched out a pair of hands and pressed Shu Wuxi's face.
"I want to touch your face, too. See if your aura is the same as the one my hands are touching!"
"It's the same, of course."
Lu Xiaochan's hand carefully touched Shu Wuxi's brow bone, gently touched the end of the brow along the curve of the brow bone, and then touched his nose bridge and the tip of his nose.
"It's so beautiful..." Lu Xiaochan sighed softly.
"Do you like it?" Shu Wuxi asked.
"I like it." Lu Xiaochan nodded. "Brother Wuxi, being able to touch you makes me feel really, really nervous."
"I used to hit your hand with a bamboo stick because I was afraid of burning you. Of course I won't hit you again now, so there's no need to be nervous." Shu Wuxi replied.
"I'm afraid... I might not be able to touch you anymore. So when I can touch you, I have to touch you a few more times."
Seeing Shu Wuxi's lips opening and closing, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but touch them with her fingertips.
In an instant, Shu Wuxi froze there, and stopped talking. Even his hands, which were originally resting on the edge of the couch, were clenched into fists.
Lu Xiaochan only felt that Shu Wuxi's lips were very soft, but cold, as if there was no warmth in Shu Wuxi's body since he came back from Beiming.
This made Lu Xiaochan unable to help but rub his lower lip, hoping that the warmth of her fingertips could wipe away the coldness on Shu Wuxi's lips.
Shu Wuxi turned his face slightly, and Lu Xiaochan's fingertips slipped into the gap between his lips without paying attention.
Lu Xiaochan felt nervous, afraid that she had offended Shu Wuxi, but she didn't expect Shu Wuxi to raise his hand and grab the finger that Lu Xiaochan was about to retract, and slowly closed it.
His heart started beating fast, and Shu Wuxi's eyes drooped, as if all the tenderness in the world was in his eyes.
Shu Wuxi took a deep breath and closed his eyes completely. His lips pressed harder than before. Lu Xiaochan didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Shu Wuxi's lips were getting warmer.
"Brother Wuxi, do you know that this counts as kissing my finger?" Lu Xiaochan smiled.
Shu Wuxi then stepped back and said, "I'm sorry."
Lu Xiaochan thought that Shu Wuxi had no concept of money and didn't care about the ways of the world. As for the special meaning of lips touching, he might not even understand it.
Now I have to teach him well and not let him be led away by others.
"Well, let's make a pact. Since you've held my hand, you can't hold anyone else's."
Shu Wuxi didn't even think about it and replied, "Okay."
So straightforward
Lu Xiaochan grabbed Shu Wuxi's arm again, thinking that she didn't expect Shu Wuxi to have such a slender figure, but his arms seemed very strong.
"Where are your arms? After you hugged me, you can't hug anyone else."
"Okay." Shu Wuxi nodded.
Lu Xiaochan almost burst into laughter.
"Since my lips have touched you, they will never touch anyone else's again."
Lu Xiaochan blinked his eyes. This agreement was completely beyond his expectations.
"Well... well... if you insist on doing this, that's fine!"
Lu Xiaochan thought carefully and realized that if Shu Wuxi kissed someone else one day, she would be furious and would do something bad behind his back.
If he promised not to kiss anyone else, Lu Xiaochan would be the one taking advantage.
Very good, very good!
"Then you can't hold anyone else's hand anymore."
"sure."
I don't want to pull others! Besides, I can see living things now, I'm not completely blind, and I don't need others to pull me.
"You can't hold anyone else in your arms anymore."
Lu Xiaochan nodded immediately: "Why would I hug someone else? I promised you."
But then I thought again, something seemed to be wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Your lips can never touch anyone else again."
Lu Xiaochan was stunned and scratched the back of his head.
He felt that this promise should not be made lightly, but then he thought, Shu Wuxi had already promised, it would seem wrong for him to not agree.
"You don't want to?" Shu Wuxi grabbed Lu Xiaochan's wrist and squeezed it hard.
Lu Xiaochan's eyes and eyebrows immediately frowned. Oh my, oh my, there are disadvantages to touching something. My bones are about to break.
"I promise! I promise! Brother Wuxi, please be gentler!"
"Yeah." Shu Wuxi loosened his grip.
She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Lu Xiaochan always felt that the corners of Shu Wuxi’s lips seemed to be slightly raised.
"It looks good." said Lu Xiaochan.
"What's good to see?"
"You look so pretty when you smile."
Lu Xiaochan narrowed her eyes, moved closer to Shu Wuxi, and stared at the corner of his lips.
Shu Wuxi turned his face to the side, Lu Xiaochan raised his hand and touched his ear, then smiled: "Brother Wuxi, your ears are getting hot!"
"Okay, I'm packing your bag."
Shu Wuxi raised his hand and rubbed the top of Lu Xiaochan's head.
"Oh." Lu Xiaochan still sat there motionless.
"You're sitting down."
"What are you sitting on?" Lu Xiaochan moved, but the small dress moved away with her.
"Pants."
Lu Xiaochan stood up suddenly and fumbled around on the couch in a panic: "I'll take care of this myself! I'll take care of it myself!"
"You can't see it, so I'll clean it up for you."
After saying that, Shu Wuxi had already taken it, folded it with just a lift of his fingers, and placed it on top of the clothes piled up beside him.
This time it was Lu Xiaochan's turn to get his ears burned.
But then I thought, what's the point of being embarrassed
When he was bathing, Shu Wuxi was watching beside him. It was just his underwear, and Shu Wuxi would tidy it up for him, and then he could just sit there lazily.
Lu Xiaochan stood up. Shu Wuxi saw him walking away and looked up at him, afraid that he had bumped into the corner of the table again.
Who knew that Lu Xiaochan would go around behind Shu Wuxi again and lie down directly on his back, with her chin resting on the side of Shu Wuxi's neck and her arms lazily hanging on his shoulders.
"This way, I can hold you in my arms without hindering you from packing my luggage. How great!"
Shu Wuxi lowered his head, which made Lu Xiaochan unable to help but do something naughty, and she blew a breath towards Shu Wuxi's neck.
As expected, Shu Wuxi turned his face to the side, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and the coldness in his body dissipated a little.
"Brother Wuxi, you are so aloof, no one would approach you normally."
"Um."
"So you must be shy if I stick to you like this?" Lu Xiaochan smiled with narrowed eyes.
Shu Wuxi raised his hand and rubbed Lu Xiaochan's head. He opened his lips, perhaps to say "stop it", but he still said nothing. He just pressed Lu Xiaochan's cheek against him harder.
Kunwu moved quickly and handed over a Qiankun bag.
There was an embroidered picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water on this Qiankun bag. Although Lu Xiaochan could not see the pattern, she could tell when she touched it. She immediately realized that this was Kunwu's evil taste, a revenge on Lu Xiaochan for picking his spirit vine fruit.
No matter what, Lu Xiaochan would not carry this Qiankun bag.
Shu Wuxi didn't care and put Chang Yan's ribs into his bag.
At night, Lu Xiaochan lay on the couch, watching Shu Wuxi sitting at the table studying medical books. He was still reading the Beiming chapter.
"Brother Wuxi, I have never seen you rest. Go to bed early tonight."
Shu Wuxi walked to Lu Xiaochan's side, sat down, and touched his forehead with his fingertips: "You go to sleep first."
"If you don't sleep, I won't be able to sleep. I always feel that when I wake up, I won't be able to touch you again. We are leaving tomorrow, don't you want to have a good rest?" Lu Xiaochan moved inside and gave up half of the couch.
Shu Wuxi paused there and said, "Before, I lay beside you and you were very angry."
Is it because of this that Shu Wuxi doesn't sleep every night and just sits beside him
Lu Xiaochan felt distressed.
"Then you should sleep now. Only after a good sleep can we have enough energy to walk a long, long way. By the way, now that I have some cultivation experience, can I ask Lu Shu to take us on a journey of thousands of miles?"
"Yes. But Yechuan is at the end of Nanlijingtian. Even if we sit on Lushu's back, it will take us seven days to get there."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Shu Wuxi lay down next to Lu Xiaochan, lying on his side, steadily, without moving for a long time.
But Lu Xiaochan was not honest. Halfway through her sleep, she wanted to make a nine-shaped pose and put her legs on Shu Wuxi without thinking.
He suddenly woke up, wondering if he had pressed down Shu Wuxi, and hurried to pull his legs back, but Shu Wuxi just pulled the quilt to cover him.
Only then did Lu Xiaochan realize that Shu Wuxi had not closed his eyes at all.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I'm afraid you'll kick the quilt." Shu Wuxi replied.
Lu Xiaochan thought that she was not a good sleeper, and in the past she would just curl up and sleep under a tree or in an alley, and she didn't have any such thing as a quilt.
He laughed, lifted Shu Wuxi's arm and put it on himself, then he got in and said, "If you hold me, it doesn't matter if I kick the quilt or not!"
Shu Wuxi's arms immediately became tense.
Lu Xiaochan smelled the scent on his body and felt soothed and relaxed. Not long after, she fell asleep.
Listening to his breathing, Shu Wushi's arms finally relaxed. He tightened his embrace, but was afraid of strangling Lu Xiaochan, so he loosened his arms a little.
Lu Xiaochan fell into a deep sleep, and in a daze he found himself falling into a dream again.
He was surrounded by the familiar white jade walls that exuded a chill, and dozens of swords were embedded in the walls.
Every sword is full of spiritual energy.
The four pillars rise from the ground to the sky. Just like Tailing Pavilion, this place actually has endless imaginary space.
On the pillars, there are countless scrolls, neatly laid out yet seemingly in an endless cycle.
"Where is this place?" Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but wonder.
In the center of the hall is a table, on which is a flower carved out of exquisite cold jade.
There is a fragrance wafting from the center of its flower.
The fragrance curled up and slowly passed along the four jade walls. More than ten blank scrolls fell down.
Lu Xiaochan looked down at himself. He thought he would see the young boy covered with bottles and jars, but he found that he was still wearing his own clothes.
How is this going
This is completely different from the dreams I had before.
The wisp of fragrance gradually took shape, sometimes turning into a hovering bluebird with its wings spread, sometimes turning into a nimble white kitten, and sometimes turning into a huge Leviathan whale in the sea, making a whistling sound, and it seemed like it was going to swallow Lu Xiaochan in one gulp, but it just passed by.
Lu Xiaochan was so surprised that she couldn't even close her eyes.
He turned around and saw that the scent transformed into the figure of a young man with a slight smile.
"Lu Xiaochan, long time no see."
Lu Xiaochan was surprised: "How do you know my name?"
The young man crossed his arms and laughed, "I'm not like you, who forgets things so easily. I am a sword spirit, formed from the residual sword thoughts of the sword sects from the Great Desolation to the present. I don't have the good luck of the sword sects to get a name. From ancient times to the present, there is only the name 'Sword Spirit'. It's just like a table, chair or bench."
Lu Xiaochan was shocked. He looked around and said, "Here... this is actually the Unintentional Realm?"
"Yes!" The sword spirit came to Lu Xiaochan and snapped his fingers. "You have been here before. You disliked the Sword Sect for being so cold and aloof, not talking to you or playing with you, so here we are, the two of us playing together!"
"I... I was here before... Does that mean I've been to the Unconscious Realm?"
The sword spirit spread his hands, stepped lightly on the column, and flew up like a fish swimming into the sea.
Seeing that Lu Xiaochan didn't move, he turned around and landed again: "Why don't you play with me?"
"playing what?"
"Who can climb higher in one stick of incense?"
“Ah? Oh…” Lu Xiaochan held the pillar with both hands, stepped on the scrolls, and was about to climb up.
The sword spirit quickly stopped him: "Ouch! Xiaochan, these scrolls are the daily records of the training of successive sword masters. You can't step on them!"
Lu Xiaochan quickly put down her foot: "I can't step on that, I definitely can't get up..."
The sword spirit suddenly knocked on Lu Xiaochan's head. Fortunately, he was invisible, and the hand just passed through Lu Xiaochan's face.
"Where did your cultivation go over the past six hundred years?"
"Feed the dog."
Wait, six hundred years of cultivation
I used to have cultivation skills? I am indeed a cultivator!
Lu Xiaochan quickly stepped forward and asked: "Who was I before?"
"Look!" The sword spirit pointed to the blank scroll on all four sides.
At this time, countless lines were slowly drawn on the scroll, and then colored, and the figure of the boy gradually emerged.
Some of them were dragging a small medicine jar filled with soil with a small sprout growing in it. The young man was smiling and looked very vivid.
Some of them were pinching a small flower with their fingers, tilting their heads back and squinting their eyes. The nectar was about to drip along the petals, and the young man stretched out his tongue, looking forward to tasting the nectar.
There is another painting in which he has his sleeves rolled up, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his hand, and teasing a cricket in the grass.
"Why is he on these scrolls?" Lu Xiaochan looked at them carefully.
The author has something to say: Lu Xiaochan: Be gentle! If you hold me too tightly, I will break my bones and die!
Shu Wuxi: The next goal is to be together until the end of time.
Lu Xiaochan: Uh, you really have great ambitions...