"You don't deserve to know." Shu Wuxi replied calmly, "Get out."
The man got up, stumbled away in a hurry.
But there were still three people lying in the room. Lu Xiaochan squatted on the ground and was about to reach out to grab the swords at their waists, but Shu Wuxi grabbed Lu Xiaochan's hand and pulled him up.
"Don't touch the mess."
After saying that, he took out the "Qing Ye Zhui Xuan Tian" and dripped it on Lu Xiaochan's hand.
"I'm just curious about their swords. I've seen Jiang Wuchao's Minglan Sword and the sword of the Qianqiu Palace Master, but these people's swords seem to be different from theirs."
"The swords of these people are just ordinary mysterious swords. There is no spiritual energy at all. Jiang Wuchao's sword is already a real immortal sword, and the sword of the master of Qianqiu Palace is a spiritual sword."
It sounds like Shu Wuxi feels much better about Palace Master Qianqiu than Jiang Wuchao does.
"Brother Wuxi, do you know the Master of Qianqiu Palace?"
Although Lu Xiaochan had only spoken a few words to Mo Qianqiu, she felt a sense of familiarity, but she couldn't tell why.
"Mo Qianqiu has a deep spiritual foundation and good talent. If he concentrates on practicing, it will be sooner or later that he will reach the realm of great power."
If Shu Wuxi says something good about someone, it means that this person's talent is not just "good", but rather rare once in a thousand years.
"Then what about your sword? I have never seen it before. Is it also a spiritual sword?"
"No, my sword is made from the remains of an ancient spirit beast, forged by Ye Hua Yuan Zun. It is the greatest sword in the world."
Lu Xiaochan carefully savored the meaning of the word "至" - "至" means the ultimate and best, probably referring to the limit that human cultivation can reach.
"Wait! My future immortal sword will also be made of the remains of an ancient spirit beast! What about Chang Yan's ribs! So does that mean my sword will also be..."
Suddenly, Lu Xiaochan's forehead was tapped by Shu Wuxi.
"Of course your sword is the ultimate sword if Yehua Yuanzun forged it."
"... But, my cultivation..." Lu Xiaochan stretched out her fingers and gestured, "It's just this little bit, will I not be able to control it?"
"With me here, how could your cultivation be so limited?"
After saying that, Shu Wuxi took Lu Xiaochan's hand and walked out of the house.
"Where are we going? The whole Pengcheng is deserted, there's nothing to see!"
Being with Shu Wuxi, Lu Xiaochan felt fearless and was not afraid at all that the Meng family from Pengyuan Mountain would come to cause trouble.
But the night in Pengcheng was even colder and more boring than that in Lushu Town. Lu Xiaochan didn't want to go out at all. It would be better for her to stay in the house and watch Shu Wuxi with her chin propped up!
"They just vomited blood and stained this room. Let's change to another one."
"good!"
Who knew that just after they changed to a new room, Lu Xiaochan was about to discuss cultivation with Shu Wuxi when they heard a noise coming from outside.
It was the sound of footsteps, and there were quite a few people.
Lu Xiaochan thought about it and realized that this was really outrageous. Did the entire Meng family come here to cause trouble
Even though they are just a mob, it wouldn't be that exciting even if we dealt with them all!
Who knew that they would stop in front of the door and kneel down in unison.
Lu Xiaochan tilted her head and blurted out, "What drama is this?"
A clear male voice came from outside the door.
"I am Meng Ningsheng, the Sword Master of Pengyuan Mountain. I came to pay a visit to you after learning that a master from the immortal sect is here!"
Lu Xiaochan finally understood, and leaned towards Shu Wuxi and whispered, "It must be that the disciples of the Meng family are afraid of death and are planning to abandon their master! They came here specifically to ask you to help unlock the Death Seal so that they can leave here!"
"No, they want me to save Meng Yuandao." Shu Wuxi replied.
"That's right. Previously, my disciples were rude to you because we were forced by our master. Your master was threatened by evil spirits and lost his mind. I hope you will help me for the sake of the righteousness of the immortal sect and eliminate the evil spirits!"
Then, there was the sound of several disciples kowtowing together.
Shu Wuxi didn't react at all, he just sat at the table drinking tea.
The sound of kowtows never stopped. Lu Xiaochan learned from experience and thought it was better not to mind other people's business. If she tried to mind other people's business, it might cause big trouble and make Shu Wuxi unhappy.
But they kowtowed for nearly an hour, determined to either ask Shu Wuxi to help them or die here with a bloody head.
Lu Xiaochan guessed that the evil spirit that coerced Meng Yuandao should not be underestimated and must be on the same level as the evil god of Hejia Village!
But Lu Xiaochan's hearing was sharper than others, and the sound of the skull almost cracking made him feel irritated.
Lu Xiaochan gently kicked Shu Wuxi under the table and said, "Didn't Kunwu cast a spell on me in Tailing Pavilion? You should learn from him and just plug my ears with tea!"
Shu Wuxi then spoke: "Stop kowtowing."
The disciples of Pengyuan Mountain finally calmed down.
"Senior, are you willing to help?"
Before Shu Wuxi could speak, Lu Xiaochan became impatient.
"You keep kowtowing here, your purpose is not to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, but to use the righteousness of the Immortal Sect to coerce us. If you really have the heart, why would you help the evildoer and help your master to rob virgin girls? You should have fought to the death with that evil spirit for the sake of 'eliminating demons and defending the Dao' and 'the righteousness of the Immortal Sect'! In the final analysis, you are just afraid of death!"
When Lu Xiaochan said this, the people outside the door were suddenly speechless.
"That's your master! You knew there was an evil spirit, but you didn't even have the courage to fight him! Now that you've met us, you want to use us as a shield. Isn't that too much to hope for? Get out! Get out! Get out!"
Lu Xiaochan simply took the teacup and slammed it against the door.
Meng Ningsheng outside the door looked as pale as death. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
At this moment, a disciple behind Meng Ningsheng suddenly reached into his inner palace and seized his Dan Yuan!
Fortunately, Meng Ningsheng reacted quickly and grabbed the wrist of his junior brother with his backhand, but he could not move either, because even if he pulled his junior brother's hand out, his own Dan Yuan would be dragged out as well.
"Junior brother... you... when were you possessed by an evil spirit..."
The other disciples panicked and retreated in panic.
"Oh my god, Second Brother is also possessed by an evil spirit!"
"Run quickly! We are no match for the evil spirits!"
Meng Ningsheng was sweating profusely and was about to take out the sword from his waist, but his second junior brother also drew his sword. Meng Ningsheng could only block his sword backwards and press it on his junior brother's sword to prevent him from drawing his sword.
The two of them were in a stalemate, and the rest of the brothers actually ran away crawling.
Lu Xiaochan was able to see their spiritual energy through the wall, and naturally understood what was happening.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you kidding me! Isn't it just an evil spirit? Any disciple can draw his sword and form a sword formation to force the evil spirit out of the body. Even if it's useless, he can still draw his sword to chop off the arm of the second junior brother, and then protect Meng Ningsheng's Dan Yuan!"
Shu Wuxi nodded, but still had no intention of taking action.
Meng Ningsheng felt unbearable pain and blood dripped down.
His second junior brother's eyes were covered with a thick layer of black mist, and the voice he made was hoarse and vicious.
"You actually want to deal with us! I want you to die miserably!"
Lu Xiaochan took the cup from Shu Wuxi's hand, drank the tea, and moved closer to Shu Wuxi.
"I don't understand! Since the evil spirit knows that you are a senior master, why does it attack in front of you? Isn't this courting death? If you attack, it will die!"
Shu Wuxi raised his eyes and filled the cup that Lu Xiaochan had placed on the table with tea.
"You really don't understand why?"
Lu Xiaochan smiled and said, "I'm not a fool, of course I understand! I guess the evil spirit that coerced Meng Yuandao knew that a master had come here, so he sent his low-level evil spirits to die and test you to see how capable you are! Brother Wuxi, do you want to take action?"
"No need. The real Xuanmen sect is here."
Shu Wuxi's voice was very calm, but Lu Xiaochan knew that the person Shu Wuxi called "the orthodox Xuanmen" must be someone with impeccable cultivation and character.
Unconsciously, Lu Xiaochan felt that the air she inhaled was cold, and even her skin seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
But even so, Lu Xiaochan didn't feel the urge to add more clothes or to warm up immediately. On the contrary, he felt that this kind of coldness made him feel comfortable all over.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked out the window.
Under the moonlight, frost began to fall without my knowing when.
They are crystal clear, elegant, graceful and graceful.
Lu Xiaochan thought it was so beautiful that she left the table, ran to the window, and reached out to touch the frost flowers.
"It's so beautiful! But... why are there frost flowers in this season?"
"If it is just an ordinary frost flower, just a natural phenomenon without any spiritual energy, how can you see it?" Shu Wuxi said calmly.
Lu Xiaochan blinked her eyes. "So these frost flowers are the result of spiritual energy! No wonder they are so beautiful! This person must have a very high level of cultivation!"
At this moment, the second junior brother behind Meng Ningsheng was covered with a layer of frost as thin as a cicada's wing. Each piece was only the size of a fingernail. The frost glowed and silently penetrated into his skin. The second junior brother seemed to have all his muscles and bones stretched straight. A ball of black gas gushed out of his mouth, and his eyes became clear again.
He found that his hand was inside his senior brother's body. He was horrified, and loosened his hand tremblingly, and carefully withdrew from Meng Ningsheng's back.
Meng Ningsheng immediately stopped the bleeding and slowly sat down against the wall.
Only then did Lu Xiaochan understand that those tiny frost flowers were actually tiny sword formations.
He remembered what Shu Wuxi had told him, that for a cultivator who is at the state of taking advantage of the situation, the power of the sword formation can be as powerful as Kunpeng or as tiny as a speck of dust.
This person's control over the power of the sword formation is meticulous. I don't know whether he is more powerful or the Master of Qianqiu Palace is more powerful.
Lu Xiaochan listened carefully and heard someone walking slowly down the corridor. Each step was unhurried and not a speck of dust was raised when their footsteps touched the ground.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, are you okay? I didn't mean it!" The second junior brother came to Meng Ningsheng's side and pressed down the wound that was bleeding.
The evil spirit suddenly rushed into the room where Lu Xiaochan was. It faced Shu Wuxi and tried to test him desperately, revealing all kinds of hideous forms.
Shu Wuxi looked normal. A light blue pattern flashed on his forehead, like a brand, burning the evil spirit until it screamed hoarsely.
"... Tai Ling... Great Mantra of Purification..."
The evil spirit was so frightened that it bumped into Lu Xiaochan who was standing beside it.
Lu Xiaochan remembered the method of activating Danhai when Shu Wuxi taught him the art of blinding the evil spirit. The spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, and the Tailing Qingyuan Curse emerged in the air. The spell became clearer and clearer, and was instantly imprinted into the body of the evil spirit.
The evil spirit struggled violently, but Lu Xiaochan suppressed his mind, and the spell boiled, refining it in an instant.
Light blue dust fell down.
Lu Xiaochan tugged at Shu Wuxi's sleeve with joy: "Brother Wuxi! Look! I refined that evil spirit!"
Shu Wuxi raised his hand and scratched Lu Xiaochan's cheek with his knuckles.
"You dared to attack Demon Lord Lu Li, let alone a mere low-level evil spirit."
"So you are a fellow Taoist from Tailing Pavilion. I am so sorry for the disrespect."
A cold voice came through the door, and Lu Xiaochan instantly thought of the scene of autumn leaves that had no time to fall from the branches and were frozen by the coolness. It was a different feeling from Shu Wuxi's ethereal coldness.
Shu Wuxi put down the teacup and said to Lu Xiaochan, "The sword formation condenses into frost flowers. It should be the sword master under the seat of Miaochen of the Tianjian Sect in Nanlijing—Ye Linshuang."
"The next one is Ye Linshuang from Nanlijingtian, who came here on the orders of my master to mediate the dispute between Pengyuan Mountain and Chenhuan Cave."
Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide, and became excited. She couldn't help shaking Shu Wuxi beside her: "Brother Wuxi! He is the palm sword under the throne of Nanlijing! Does that mean he is the most powerful sword master in Nanlijing? He must be very powerful, right?"
Shu Wuxi looked at Lu Xiaochan's excitement and said, "Who did you say was the best?"
Lu Xiaochan was frozen instantly.
"Of course not as good as you..."
The sound is as small as a mosquito's hum.
But with someone's cultivation level as Ye Linshuang, how could he not hear it
"Gentlemen, may I come in and visit you?"
Lu Xiaochan really wanted to clap his hands and say, "Come in, come in," but Shu Wuxi beside him didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to speak either.
The person outside the door was neither hurried nor impatient, but stood quietly waiting for Shu Wuxi's reply.
Just from this kind of patience, Lu Xiaochan knew that the other party's cultivation was excellent.
"Come in." Shu Wuxi finally put down the teacup.
The door was silently pushed open by a spiritual energy, and a slender figure stood there, holding a sword horizontally with both hands behind his back, with a trace of strength around him.
The spiritual energy around him attached to his body, outlining his figure like pine trees on a cliff. Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but keep looking at him.
The Suoxian Ling rose up and just passed through Lu Xiaochan's eyes. Lu Xiaochan reacted immediately and almost knocked over the teacup.
It’s over, it’s over. I’ve been staring at others for so long, Shu Wuxi won’t be unhappy, right
"After a thousand years, Lin Shuangjian's cultivation has improved a lot." Shu Wuxi said.
Ye Linshuang lowered his head towards Shu Wuxi, and the lines of his waist and back were smooth, like a bowstring.
"Since you are in Pengcheng, why don't we go and see what the evil spirit is that is threatening Meng Yuandao?"
Polite and restrained, yet with a hint of pride.
Just by listening to him speak, Lu Xiaochan admired him very much.
As expected, he is the Sword Master of Nanli Jingtian. His cultivation should be higher than that of all the leaders of the Xuanmen sects under Nanli Jingtian.
"I'm not interested in watching the fun or meddling in other people's business." Shu Wuxi replied.
"That's the junior disturbing the senior."
Ye Linshuang did not try to persuade him any further. He just took three steps back and was about to turn around and leave.
The first time he saw Shu Wuxi, he knew that he was using the technique of "blinding with a leaf", but even after more than 1,500 years of cultivation, he still couldn't see through his true face, which meant that Shu Wuxi's cultivation was higher than his.
The only people in this world who have higher cultivation than him are the Four Directions Sword Sect.
The man dressed as a scholar in front of him couldn't be his master Miaochen, so the only ones left were Haofu from Xiyuanjingtian and Yangcang from Wuyijingtian.
Judging from the temperament of this scholar, he is undoubtedly the cold and desireless Yang Cang.
It’s just... Yangcang has been alone all his life, why would he have a young boy by his side
But Ye Linshuang has never been interested in other people's affairs.
Lu Xiaochan looked up from time to time and peeked at Ye Linshuang's back.
He held the long sword behind his back. Lu Xiaochan could see that the spiritual energy was flowing out of the scabbard, like a stream made of frost.
"Little Chan." Shu Wuxi's brows were rarely furrowed.
“Oh…” Lu Xiaochan lowered her head and continued to drink her tea pitifully.
Although Ye Linshuang was not interested in outsiders' affairs, the young man's eyes had never left him since he entered the door.
Outsiders were unwilling to get close to him because of his cold temperament, and some disciples with low cultivation levels didn't even dare to look at him for more than a second. But this young man looked at him with longing, which made him even more curious.
Ye Linshuang turned around rarely and looked at Lu Xiaochan, who had her head lowered but kept looking up to peek at him.
"My dear little brother, I don't know why you keep looking at me."
There was a buzzing sound in Lu Xiaochan's ears and her face immediately turned red.
Shu Wuxi's eyebrows slightly raised.
Although it was only a little bit, even if others couldn't notice it, Lu Xiaochan could see the fluctuation of spiritual energy around Shu Wuxi.
"I'm not looking at you, I'm just looking at your sword." Lu Xiaochan explained quickly.
It’s not okay to look at people, but it’s okay to look at the sword, right
"My sword?"
Ye Linshuang turned around and pulled the Linshuang Sword out of the scabbard. Suddenly, a pure white light overflowed and frost flowers formed. Lu Xiaochan watched with wide eyes.
"Since you want to watch it, little brother, then go ahead and watch it."
Ye Linshuang didn't care at all. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, lifted the tip of the sword with his left fingers, and brought it in front of Lu Xiaochan.
"I..." Lu Xiaochan looked at Shu Wuxi who was standing aside.
Shu Wuxi nodded: "Just take a look."
Perhaps because he discovered that Lu Xiaochan was interested in the Linshuang Sword and not Ye Linshuang, the spiritual energy around him became as calm as a mirror-like sea again.
Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but reach out to touch the blade of the Linshuang Sword. Ye Linshuang wanted to stop her, worried that Lu Xiaochan would be hurt by the coldness contained in the sword. However, as soon as Lu Xiaochan's fingertips touched it, a faint ripple appeared on the blade of the Linshuang Sword.
Ye Linshuang's face remained expressionless, but he knew in his heart that only a cultivator with a pure mind and who had practiced for more than a thousand years could blend with the spiritual energy of the Linshuang Sword.
The young man just used the Tailing Pavilion's medical spell. Although he was a little unfamiliar with the spell, the power of the spell was not weak.
Ye Linshuang's mind moved and he suddenly understood.
"Xiao Chan, it's time for you to return the sword to Ye Zhangjian." Shu Wuxi said.
"Okay. Ye Palm Sword," Lu Xiaochan stood up and saluted in the direction of Ye Linshuang, "Thank you for being so generous and showing me your Linshuang Sword."
"You're welcome." Ye Linshuang took the sword, turned around and left.
With every step Ye Linshuang took, it was as if the cold night was following him away. The thin frost covering the entire room slowly disappeared, and it gradually became warmer.
Outside the house, Meng Ningsheng was helped up by his second junior brother and stumbled behind Ye Linshuang.
"It seems they won't bother us anymore! Because Ye Linshuang will help them get rid of the evil spirits!"
"Do you like the Linshuang Sword very much?" Shu Wuxi asked.
Lu Xiaochan was about to nod and say she liked it, but then she changed her mind and thought, what if Shu Wuxi said, "Since you like it, I will get the Linshuang Sword for you"
"It's just so-so! I was just curious if there were frost flowers on his sword. But no, the spiritual energy is very pure." Lu Xiaochan shrugged.
Then, he thought of something and tugged at Shu Wuxian's sleeve.
"Brother Wuxi, where is your sword? Isn't your sword the spine of the ancient spirit beast Changyan? What is its spiritual energy like? Where is it? Did you hide it in your Qiankun bag in order to keep a low profile and not be noticed?"
"Its spiritual energy is too strong. You can't get close to it like you did to the Linshuang Sword."
"Why?"
"Because... you are special to me... my thoughts will also affect my sword. If I carry it with me, I will definitely want to feel your aura all the time."
"That means it will protect me just like you, Brother Wuxi?"
"Yeah. It's not just about protection... It might want to devour your spiritual energy." Shu Wuxi took Lu Xiaochan's hand and stood up, "You should rest."
"I'm not sleepy. How about you tell me the story of the time you conquered an evil spirit?"
"My stories of conquering evil spirits are all the same. Encountering an evil spirit, forming a sword formation, refining it, and entering the sea of elixir."
"…But every evil spirit is different, and the reasons for being possessed by an evil spirit are also different…"
"Little Chan." Shu Wuxi's voice suddenly became softer than before.
"What's wrong?"
"I am a boring person and I can't tell you interesting stories to amuse you."
Shu Wuxi's eyelids drooped slightly. Lu Xiaochan looked at the spiritual energy around him and found that although it was still strong, he seemed lost.
Lu Xiaochan reached out and pressed hard on Shu Wuxi's forehead.
"You are boring, so I will tell you an interesting story to amuse you!" Lu Xiaochan stretched lazily, "Let's go to bed. I guess we can only sleep for two hours before dawn. Let's leave here early and hurry to Yechuan!"
Lu Xiaochan sat on the edge of the couch with her legs resting on Shu Wuxi's legs.
Shu Wuxi was not angry. He held Lu Xiaochan's ankles and helped him take off his shoes and socks and put them into the quilt.
"Go to sleep."
"Um."
Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, arched towards Shu Wuxi, buried her head in his arms, smelled the scent of the quiet night dew, and fell asleep.
The moonlight outside the window gradually dimmed, and the night wind blowing in through the window also carried a damp smell, as if something dark was pressing down from above, making it hard to breathe.
The author has something to say: Lu Xiaochan: Why does your sword want to devour my spiritual power
Shu Wuxi: Because I want to swallow you.
Fat Gua: I beg Yang Cang to grant me a sword power, so that all the mosquitoes that approach me will be reduced to ashes!