A clever bird like Jiaosi can understand human language.
After hearing what Lu Xiaochan said, Little Yellow Bean stuck its head out, but seeing those people coming at it aggressively, it retracted its head and curled up into a ball of fur.
Lu Xiaochan got angry: "You are such a useless piece of shit! When I picked you up, I should have made you into a roasted bird!"
After saying that, Lu Xiaochan freed one hand, flicked the bottom of the grass basket, and a stream of spiritual energy directly sent the young Jiaosi bird into the sky.
The young bird spread its wings and hovered in the sky.
Lu Xiaochan dragged these people into the main courtyard with the Qingyuan Curse. He shouted, "I know you have a conscience! If you meet good people in the future, save them! If they are bad people, bullies you, and treat you badly, just ignore them! Fart and suffocate them to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiaochan's Qingyuan Curse was broken by them.
Countless black swords rushed towards him. Fortunately, Lu Xiaochan reacted quickly and cast a spell again. However, even though he could block these swords, he could not block the sword energy. He was knocked away and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He knew that his Dan Yuan was damaged, and he was afraid that he would no longer be able to cast a spell to stop them.
Sect Leader Chen couldn't hold back any longer, not wanting Lu Xiaochan to get in the way any longer, so he rushed forward with his sword, trying to pierce through Lu Xiaochan's Danhai.
The young bird opened its eyes wide, watching this scene, and suddenly its eyes turned red. It swooped down and pierced into Master Chen's head like a sharp blade.
Master Chen died instantly, his eyeballs almost popping out.
Lu Xiaochan had closed her eyes, waiting for the pain of her chest being pierced, but what rang in her ears was the sound of a sword falling to the ground.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the young bird Jiao Si rushing out of Master Chen's body and piercing into the bodies of other people.
"Little soybean—"
He supported his upper body with one hand, and Jiao Si Young Bird was like a sickle that swung across the sky. Wherever it went, Xuanmen disciples fell down one after another.
Immediately afterwards, it flew in front of Lu Xiaochan. Although its body was only the size of a palm, it spread its wings to block Lu Xiaochan.
Lu Xiaochan's consciousness was blurred, and he reached out to touch the baby bird.
"Little soybean...how come you are so big..."
He coughed and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Only then did he realize that Little Huangdou had probably witnessed his parents being killed and had been wandering alone in the dark night. He was finally picked up by Lu Xiaochan, and now he saw with his own eyes that Lu Xiaochan was besieged by everyone in order to protect him, and his life was in danger.
It is angry, it is fearful, it is unwilling, and it hates everyone who wants to kill it!
At the moment when Lu Xiaochan almost died, he finally exploded!
It wants revenge!
Revenge on those who killed its parents!
It received warm care from Lu Xiaochan, so it also wanted to take revenge on those who hurt Lu Xiaochan!
Its roar was sharp and crazy!
Anyone who rushed forward was bitten by it with hatred.
Lu Xiaochan clenched her fists.
can not be like this.
This can't go on any longer.
If the little yellow bean harbors hatred in its heart, not only will it never be able to save anyone again, but the hatred will also make it more lonely and painful!
Lu Xiaochan stretched out her hand, wanting to touch its head.
But I can’t reach it. I can’t reach it at all.
Is there any way to exorcise the evil spirit in it... to restore clarity and freedom
Suddenly, a page of Tailing Pavilion's medical spell emerged in Lu Xiaochan's mind. The spell was light and undulating, and it was so clear that it seemed to be able to reflect the most beautiful things in the world.
"Little yellow bean... turn your head and look at me..."
The young bird Jiao Si flew back, covered in blood.
It shook its head to shake off all the blood, and lowered its head to rub against Lu Xiaochan's outstretched hand.
Lu Xiaochan's blood was spotted between the eyes of the young bird Jiao Si.
In an instant, all things seemed to borrow a trace of spiritual energy, forming a great spell that surrounded Jiao Si's young bird.
"Little yellow bean... from now on... you won't hate anymore... because I have taken away your hatred for you..."
Lu Xiaochan's vision gradually became blurred, and his body was bearing the hatred of Jiao Si. Every bit of hatred left a deep blood mark on Lu Xiaochan's body.
The young bird Jiaosi frantically rubbed against Lu Xiaochan and licked his wounds. Then it realized that all its hatred would be directed at Lu Xiaochan. The more it cared about Lu Xiaochan, the more it could not hate him anymore.
Until its red eyes gradually turned into clear fluorescent blue, Lu Xiaochan fell down.
This is the supreme mantra of Tailing Pavilion's medical arts—the Tailing Jingkong Mantra.
Something comes from nothing, something comes from nothing, one thought gives rise to thousands of thoughts.
If you have boundless obsession, I will take it.
In the sky without intention, Yang Cang was meditating, with a little blue bird perched on his shoulder.
The bluebird closed its eyes, curled up into a small ball, and rested on his neck.
The owner of this blue bird was not very good at the soul-condensing technique, and it was about to dissipate. Yang Cang slowly opened his eyes, looked at it, and gave it a trace of spiritual energy with his fingertips, concentrating the little blue bird.
But the little bluebird still disappeared.
Yang Cang's fingertips stayed there, as if he realized something.
He raised his finger, summoned his sword, and thrust it into the sword-unlocking stone to suppress the unintentional sea of swords for him.
Turning around, he jumped down from the sky.
Everything in front of Lu Xiaochan's eyes was like a passing scene. He knew he was going to die, and he suddenly wondered whether all this was a dream or reality.
Is it yes or no
Is all this a dream
Or is the real me who was protected by Shu Wuxi and went to Yechuan to forge swords
Just as he breathed his last, he was picked up by someone.
…Is it Kunwu
Or maybe it was Kunwu's blue bird that sent a message to the master to find them...
Faintly, something warm touched his lips gently, and rich spiritual energy slowly flowed between his lips and teeth, wandering through his internal organs, healing all his wounds.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw a face that shocked him so much that his heart couldn't stop beating.
"What's your name?" the man asked him.
His voice was cold and lonely, and hearing it reminded Lu Xiaochan of the cold night that was about to pass, and a ray of soft light falling on the snowy field through the gaps in the clouds.
It’s Shu Wuxi… This voice is Shu Wuxi!
I thought I was dreaming, and you were not in this dream!
"Yeah, you're dreaming."
The young bird Jiaosi in front of Lu Xiaochan suddenly spoke.
Everything seemed to be still, whether it was the Xuanmen disciples who had just regained their sanity, or Kunwu who had broken free from the evil spirits and was running towards them, or Shu Wuxi who was hugging Lu Xiaochan at this moment. It seemed that everything here was an illusion, and only Lu Xiaochan was real.
He sat up and looked at the young bird: "What...what's going on?"
The young bird suddenly became full of spiritual energy, and the surging spiritual tide overwhelmed everything that Lu Xiaochan could see.
The surroundings became dark. Apart from the spiritual tide, Lu Xiaochan could no longer see anything. He returned to the state where his eyes could not see anything and only his wisdom eyes could recognize living beings.
The spiritual tide surged together and formed a human figure.
Even Shu Wuxi does not have such vast spiritual energy, and his mere mortal body is unable to bear it.
"You... who are you?" Lu Xiaochan asked.
"I am Yehua Yuanzun."
His voice is distant but mellow, filling all the gaps in the vast world and witnessing the vicissitudes and changes of tens of thousands of years.
Lu Xiaochan was shocked. They had searched the entire Yechuan with their souls but had not found Yehua Yuanzun. But now he appeared in front of Lu Xiaochan
Lu Xiaochan looked at everything around her and suddenly realized: "Here... everything that happened here is not real?"
“This place is real for the past, but illusory for the present.”
"What do you mean? I don't understand!" Lu Xiaochan stood up and walked towards Yehua Yuanzun.
He wanted to see clearly this Yuan Zun who had experienced the changes in the ancient times, but no matter how he looked, he saw only a mass of spiritual energy that was gathered together, like an unpredictable sea, like a distant and untouchable galaxy.
"Something comes from nothing, something comes from nothing. This is the only obsession in the world."
Yehua Yuanzun suddenly appeared in front of Lu Xiaochan, and his spiritual sea swallowed Lu Xiaochan.
The spiritual energy that seemed like a vast torrent rolled in, and Lu Xiaochan subconsciously closed his eyes. He thought he would be crushed into powder, but he didn't expect that Ye Hua Yuanzun's spiritual sea was so gentle and all-encompassing, let alone Lu Xiaochan
"Yuan Zun... Is everything I've been through a test from you?" Lu Xiaochan asked.
Yehua Yuanzun's voice came from all directions: "That is not my test of you, but the choice you made yourself - save one thing, and save all things. The Buddhists say, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' Have you seen hell?"
"If there is no obsession in the heart, where does hell come from in the three thousand worlds?" Lu Xiaochan replied.
"Interesting! Interesting!"
Amid Yehua Yuanzun's long laughter, the spiritual sea that enveloped Lu Xiaochan gradually dissipated.
Lu Xiaochan felt his body sinking and falling into a bottomless abyss.
Everything around was shaking and about to break apart.
"Xiao Chan! Xiao Chan! Wake up!"
When Shu Wuxi's shout was heard, Lu Xiaochan suddenly opened her eyes and found herself hanging on the edge of a huge cave, which was the crater of Chiye Mountain!
If Shu Wuxi hadn't grabbed his wrist, he would have fallen down.
He heard a roar rising from deep underground, and the entire Yechuan, which had been hibernating for a long time, finally woke up.
Its heart was beating, it was breathing, and Yechuan was alive.
Lu Xiaochan was teetering in mid-air, and the ground beneath his feet was getting hotter and hotter. Could it be that the magma was rolling
He lowered his head. He could not see ordinary magma, but at this moment he saw the rolling magma constantly filling up the cave.
Shu Wuxi called Lu Shu, threw Lu Xiaochan onto Lu Shu's back, and then flipped over.
Lu Shu quickly left the huge cave.
When Lu Xiaochan heard Chiyeshan’s roar, her body and mind trembled.
"How is this going?"
"Do you remember the cave I took you into?" Shu Wuxi asked.
"Remember! It's the one with 'something comes from nothing, something comes from nothing' at the entrance of the cave? After we went in, I got separated from you!"
"You didn't get lost. The cave ended at the end of the crater of Mount Chiye. You lost your footing and fell down. I almost didn't catch you."
Lu Xiaochan was shocked. According to what Shu Wuxi said, they only walked into the cave for a moment, but she entered another world for several days and nights!
He became a disciple of Tailing Pavilion, was able to see everything, experienced the plague in Linzhou, saved a young bird, and followed Kunwu to Zhuxu Mountain.
Is all this just an illusion
The magma continued to boil, the entire Yechuan was about to burn, and the heaven and earth were about to be bent by the heat.
No matter how high they fly or how far they go, they will be swallowed by the lava of Chiye Mountain.
It erupted and magma flowed.
What Lu Xiaochan saw was the erupting spiritual sea.
"Brother Wuxi, I seem to have entered another world in the cave... I experienced some things, and finally met you..."
"That is the 'Nongchen' world that Yehua Yuanzun created for you. In that world, everything is real to you. Every choice you make will affect yourself, but will not affect the present world."
"So Yehua Yuanzun has not reached Nirvana!"
Shu Wuxi looked up at the sky, the sun was blazing, and he said, "His cultivation has surpassed the limits of human beings. He has abandoned his physical body, and his soul has merged with the entire Yechuan. This is the true life span of the heaven and earth."
Lu Xiaochan was extremely surprised.
Shu Wuxi took out Chang Yan's ribs from his Qiankun bag and handed them to Lu Xiaochan.
"Xiao Chan, now that Yechuan has revived, the magma in the Chiye Volcano is the spiritual sea of Yehua Yuanzun. To calm the spiritual sea, we must let it forge Changyan's ribs."
"Okay... should I just let it go?"
"It would be best if you could achieve unity of mind and spirit with this sword. What kind of sword do you want yours to be?"
"Brother Wuxi, what is your sword like?" Lu Xiaochan asked.
"When my sword was forged, it had not yet recognized its master. It was my ancestor who brought it back. It is said that my ancestor stood on the top of Chiye Mountain, thinking of all the people in the world."
“The people of this world… are so boring…” Lu Xiaochan twisted her mouth.
"Later, I read the diary left by the master. He said that he gave his heart to others and no longer cared about the world."
"I guess he forged the sword to protect his sweetheart." Lu Xiaochan raised her head and smiled at Shu Wuxi.
Shu Wuxi lowered his head, and his hair, torn by the wind, brushed across Lu Xiaochan's forehead and cheeks, like a never-ending gentle comfort.
"Whoever you say he wants to protect, he will protect."
Shu Wuxi was so obedient that Lu Xiaochan laughed out loud.
"Everyone says 'Spring dreams leave no trace'. After seeing you, I always hope that everything will leave a trace."
Shu Wuxi did not answer, but hugged Lu Xiaochan tightly.
"Something comes from nothing, something comes from nothing. No wonder Ye Hua Yuan Zun's cultivation can reach this level... Fate brings about fate, and it all ends in the mind. Why bother leaving traces?"
If your sword is to protect all people in the world.
Then my sword will protect you.
By protecting you, I am protecting my life.
"Let's call my sword 'No Trace'."
After saying that, Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes and released Chang Yan's ribs.
It fell down and sank into the molten lava.
The spiritual sea in the volcano became more turbulent, as if it wanted to break free from Yechuan's restraints and reach the sky.
In a flash, it fell straight down again.
Lu Xiaochan tilted her ears and heard the sound of molten lava hitting Chang Yan's ribs, which sounded like a thousand hammers of steel.
Each blow was so powerful that it felt like countless thunderclaps.
When Shu Wuxi led thunder into the formation before, Lu Xiaochan felt that the momentum was astonishing.
Now, the great power of the world is gathered in Chiye Mountain, surging and surging, all gathered on one rib.
If it were normal, Lu Xiaochan would worry whether the spirit beast's ribs would be broken, but at this moment Lu Xiaochan could hear Chang Yan's whisper in his ear, low and firm.
Lu Xiaochan lowered his head, and the lingering heat wave seemed to be burning his soul.
He saw Chang Yan's ribs gradually taking on the shape of a sword in the spiritual sea, and surrounded by spiritual light, which was even more powerful than when it was entangled by the spiritual vine "Qianli Chanjuan".
A full ninety-nine and eighty-one days of forging, including the sunrise, sunset, cold moonlight, clouds, mist and rain.
Only then did Lu Xiaochan understand that what forged this sword was not only the magma from the spiritual sea of Chiye Mountain, but also the essence between heaven and earth.
His heart seemed to be absorbing the spiritual energy of the world along with the sword.
"Brother Wuxi." Lu Xiaochan leaned back and moved closer to Shu Wuxi's arms.
"Xiao Chan, if you are sleepy, just sleep. I will keep watch over you." Shu Wuxi's voice sounded in his ears.
"Just let me watch it, it's my sword!" Lu Xiaochan rubbed the back of his head against Shu Wuxi's chest, "But it would be nice if you could talk to me."
"Um."
"Tell me, when and where did you first meet me?"
Lu Xiaochan thought to herself, the first time I "saw" you was in Yehua Yuanzun's "Nongchen World".
Just a glance, and you are different from the one I see with my wise eyes, but you feel so special and familiar.
"The first time I saw you was at Zhuxu Mountain."
Lu Xiaochan's fingertips trembled, and she turned around and asked, "What? Zhu Xushan?"
"Yeah. That was my first time away from where I grew up."
"What are you doing at Zhuxu Mountain?"
"Because you almost died." Shu Wuxi gently touched Lu Xiaochan's head.
"What? How do you know I almost died?"
Lu Xiaochan's heart was beating fast. Every word Shu Wuxi said coincided with what she had experienced in the Nongchen world.
Could it be that Yehua Yuanzun was not testing him, but asking him to go back to the past
"At that time, you will condense a blue bird every day to report to your master. When your master passes away, you will still let the blue bird report to you."
So, the blue bird that he condensed at that time did not fly to his master, but flew to Shu Wuxi
"One day your blue bird soul dispersed, and I tried to condense its soul, but it was useless. This means that its owner's Dan Yuan was damaged and he would die soon."
Lu Xiaochan paused, tugged at Shu Wuxian's sleeve, and asked again, "We have never met before, why would you come to save me?"
Considering that Shu Wuxi had never been nosy and didn't care about other people's lives along the way, why did he come to save him at that time
"I don't know... Now that I think about it, I probably don't want anyone to send me letters via bluebird anymore."
"Oh." Lu Xiaochan suddenly felt a little depressed. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to hug Shu Wuxi tightly.
"But after I saved you, you never sent me the blue bird again."
Lu Xiaochan's eyes were red. He seemed to see Shu Wuxi standing in front of the window waiting for his bluebird on every cold moonlit night, but it never came.
"I know what the purpose of Yehua Yuanzun giving me the 'Nongchen World' is."
Cross one thing, and you will cross all things.
This "one thing" is not the clear thought between good and evil, but it is seamless.
—Protect one person and protect the world.
"What's your intention?" Shu Wuxi lowered his head and asked.
"He wants me to cherish you."
Lu Xiaochan squinted her eyes and smiled.
He has identified who he once was.
There are so many legends in the past, but what’s past is past.
Shu Wuxi was always reluctant to talk about the past, not because he wanted to hide something from Lu Xiaochan, but because he didn't want to mention the moment of life and death.
"I will be very powerful in the future, and I will protect you." It was the first time that Lu Xiaochan made such a solemn promise.
"Yeah." Shu Wuxi responded softly, and it fell on Lu Xiaochan's heart.
Yechuan was shaking, causing tremors in all directions.
Above the sky of Nanlijing, Miaochen Yuanjun raised his hand to block the sunlight.
"All the spiritual energy in the world is heading towards Yechuan. It seems that Yehua Yuanzun has not yet died."
Ye Linshuang behind her asked, "Master... is there a supreme sword that can attract the spiritual energy of all things in all directions?"
Miaochen Yuanjun nodded and smiled: "Among the four sword sects, Dongxu and Beiming have been vacant for a long time. Although Yangcang, who is in the realm of no intention, holds the most powerful sword, he has no intention of living. My cultivation is only the third level of the realm of great power. Xiyuan Sword Sect has been in seclusion since the great war between immortals and demons a thousand years ago. Therefore, this sword is crucial for our sect to restrain the evil god Chaos."
“I just don’t know who owns it.”
"The sword has spirit, it will not choose the wrong person."
Above the sky, the wind was rising and the clouds were thick, as if they contained thousands of troops ready to sweep away all evil thoughts in the world.
In Zhiwu Villa, Jiang Wuchao knelt in front of the quiet room of the villa owner Ling Nianwu.
The spiritual energy gathers in the clouds, and the spiritual energy rolls into the clouds with great momentum.
Jiang Wuchao looked up, surprised by the scene.
The door of the quiet room was pushed open, and the heavy burden was slowly lifted.
A figure in a plain long gown walked out slowly.
"Master! There's something unusual happening in Yechuan!"
This man was surrounded by aura, with clear eyes and eyebrows, just like a parasol tree under the moon.
"Yechuan is the place where Yehua Yuanjun returned to his origin, how could there be any unusual movement? If Yechuan is shaken, a supreme sword must have appeared."
A clear and melodious sound rang out, like drizzle gathering into streams on the leaves of the paulownia tree, falling with the wind and soaking all the sand and cracks on the ground.
"But as far as I know, every great cultivator in the world already has his own sword. So who is the owner of this supreme sword?"
Ling Nianwu smiled calmly: "Do you know what a real overhaul is?"
"Kill the evil demons, suppress the chaos! Protect all people in the world!"
"Who can do it?" Ling Nianwu asked.
"Of course... It's Yangcang, the Sword Sect of the Unintentional Realm."
Ling Nianwu suddenly laughed. It was the first time that Jiang Wuchao saw his master smile like that.
That was the desolation after experiencing extreme pain.
"Yang Cang has never cared about the common people. He once protected the common people, but it was just a habit given to him by the successive Sword Sect leaders. In order to get what he wants, he will not shed a single tear even if the common people are destroyed."
Ling Nianwu walked out step by step. He raised his head and looked at the endless sky.
The author has something to say: Kunwu: Let us give an award to the best assist of this year!
Applause broke out.
Kunwu: Please invite Xiao Huangdou to the stage to receive the award!
Lu Xiaochan: What? Isn't it Yehua Yuanzun
Kunwu: Welcome the award presenter Shu Wuxi!
Lu Xiaochan: This is your revenge! You just want Xiao Huangdou to fart for Brother Wuxi!
Kunwu: Yeah! Do you remember those farts you made in bed