Lu Xiaochan was pulled by Shu Wuxi and left Chunxiao Pavilion.
Shu Wuxi's fingers were holding him with just enough strength to hold Lu Xiaochan in his palm, but not so strong that he felt restrained.
Lu Xiaochan’s mind was filled with Shu Wuxi’s words “I want to kiss you”.
Shu Wuxi always looked aloof and cold, which made Lu Xiaochan occasionally worry whether she would become annoying by clinging to him too much.
But it seems that’s not the case.
Lu Xiaochan became bolder and stopped immediately, grabbing Shu Wuxi.
"Brother Wuxi, when you and I were sitting on Lushu's back, did you want to kiss me?"
Shu Wuxi stopped and turned around to look at him, but rarely did he reply, not even a "hmm".
Lu Xiaochan lowered her head somewhat disappointedly and whispered, "I really want to kiss you."
He walked past Shu Wuxi, but unexpectedly Shu Wuxi grabbed him.
"I want, too."
Lu Xiaochan's eyes lit up immediately and she turned around and asked, "Really?"
"real."
"When you drink tea, I also want to kiss you." Lu Xiaochan couldn't wait to step forward and tug at Shu Wuxi's collar. "You lowered your eyebrows and raised the teacup. You looked so gentle and beautiful. I really want to kiss you."
Shu Wuxi clasped Lu Xiaochan's fingers tightly, and his palms felt hot.
"Brother Wuxi is shy!" Lu Xiaochan saw the spiritual energy surging in his Danhai and flowing to his limbs and bones, "When you are shy, I want to kiss you even more!"
After saying that, Lu Xiaochan actually stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the chin.
Shu Wuxi took a breath, took a half step back, and looked at Lu Xiaochan in front of him.
His eyes were still as big as before, filled not with the colorful world but only with him, Shu Wuxi.
"I want to kiss you when I sleep, and even in my dreams!"
Lu Xiaochan found that every time she said she wanted to be intimate with Shu Wuxi, the spiritual energy around him was like a clear night illuminated by sunlight, with ups and downs.
This was the first time that Lu Xiaochan used her wisdom to see Shu Wuxi's emotions after being by his side.
"Um."
This "hmm" sounded as calm as before, but Lu Xiaochan heard a kind of joy like the passing of a warm breeze and the sound of thousands of flowers blooming.
"What about you?" Lu Xiaochan asked.
My heart is like countless pebbles, falling into the lake with a thud.
"all the time."
After saying that, Shu Wuxi lowered his head and kissed him.
The tip of his tongue, which was even hotter than before, touched the gap between Lu Xiaochan's lips and went straight in with abandon. Lu Xiaochan was kissed so hard by him that she couldn't even support herself by standing on tiptoe.
Shu Wuxi simply picked him up with one hand, and Lu Xiaochan grabbed Shu Wuxi's collar tightly. Shu Wuxi lowered his head and pressed harder, with a tough yet flattering tone between entanglement and provocation.
Lu Xiaochan was dizzy.
He didn't know that kissing someone was such an unsatisfying, yet joyful thing.
Lu Xiaochan murmured softly in his throat. He couldn't hold on to Shu Wuxi's collar and slid down.
Shu Wuxi grabbed Lu Xiaochan's waist, and his fingers were about to pinch Lu Xiaochan's waist through her clothes.
After leaving Chunxiao Pavilion, Shu Wuxi no longer used sleight of hand, causing all the brothel guests passing by to see them.
"Hey, is this the new young master of Chunxiao Pavilion? He's really exciting!"
"How much did you pay to get out? I'll take you out tomorrow!"
The spiritual energy around Shu Wuxi instantly tensed up and rushed out in all directions like an explosion.
Those brothel guests were shocked by his spiritual energy and flew away, hitting the walls and pillars, and spitting blood.
Shu Wuxi held Lu Xiaochan in his arms with one hand and glanced at these people with cold eyes.
When Lu Xiaochan saw his clenched fists, she knew that Shu Wuxi was angry.
Lu Xiaochan quickly grabbed his hand and whispered, "Brother Wuxi, let's go back quickly. We didn't kiss for others to see."
Shu Wuxi's fingers loosened slightly, and he whispered in his ear, "That's great, you can practice flying with a sword."
After saying that, Shu Wuxi took out the Wuhen Sword from his Qiankun bag.
The Traceless Sword was suspended beside Lu Xiaochan. Lu Xiaochan pulled Shu Wuxi with one hand, jumped up, and swayed twice.
"Brother Wuxi, the sword is so thin, how can I step on it steadily!"
"If you can walk without falling, you won't fall when flying with a sword either."
Shu Wuxi stepped onto Lu Xiaochan's sword calmly.
Lu Xiaochan opened her arms and soon wanted to turn around and hug Shu Wuxi.
"I want to go back quickly."
After saying that, Shu Wuxi pinched Lu Xiaochan's waist hard again.
"What's the point of going back? It's better outside... Ouch! Ouch! Stop pinching me! It hurts! Stop biting my neck! I'll fly back on my sword right away!"
Who knew that the Wuhen Sword didn't move forward, but instead kept retreating.
"What's going on? Why isn't it moving forward? Forward!"
"The sword follows the heart, your heart wants to retreat."
Lu Xiaochan clapped her hands and said, "Oh! I see! Because you, Brother Wuxi, are standing behind me! I just want to turn around and hug you! My sword is moving backwards!"
"Stop it."
It was just two words, but Lu Xiaochan could hear the smile in Shu Wuxi's heart.
The Traceless Sword had already risen into the night sky. When he lowered his head, he could see the lights of thousands of homes. The night wind was clear and gentle. Lu Xiaochan was already happy, and the Traceless Sword was swaying along with him.
No matter how many times Shu Wuxi said in his ear, "Man and sword become one" and "Control the sword as you wish", all he could think about was the opening and closing of Shu Wuxi's lips when he spoke, and the sound of his tongue tip pressing against his teeth.
"Since man and sword have become one, does my sword also want to kiss you?" Lu Xiaochan asked in surprise.
Shu Wuxi paused and said only two words: "Little Chan."
Helpless and soft.
"I'm not happy." Lu Xiaochan's nose and eyebrows wrinkled together again, looking like she was angry.
"What's wrong?"
"Why do those people think that you bought me from Chunxiao Pavilion? It couldn't be that I bought you?"
"Is there any difference?" Shu Wuxi asked.
“What a huge difference!”
Perhaps Lu Xiaochan was really unhappy, the Wuhen Sword seemed to be on fire and suddenly rushed forward nearly a thousand meters.
"What's the difference?"
"If you bought me out of Chunxiao Pavilion, then you were the one who prostituted me! Then you pushed me down on the couch and bullied me!"
Lu Xiaochan has been wanting to pull Shu Wuxi's collar, tug on his belt, and twist his long legs for a long time!
Shu Wuxi frowned and sighed: "So that's how it is..."
It seemed as if a question that had troubled him for a long time finally had an answer.
"What do you mean 'so that's how it is'?"
"You just said that you like me kissing you. But before, when I kissed you, you got angry and ran away, saying you never wanted to see me again... It turned out that you were angry because I bullied you."
When Lu Xiaochan heard this, her hair stood on end.
"What? You bullied me? How did you bully me? Where did you learn this?"
That doesn't make sense! How did Shu Wuxi learn all this
"You taught me. You sat in front of the mirror and I saw your thoughts in the painting..."
Lu Xiaochan held her head and said, "Ah! Ah! What did I show you?"
"If you don't like me bullying you, I won't..."
"Yes, you must remember that you can never bully me in the future! But, I can bully you! I will be on top!"
Lu Xiaochan said very seriously.
For some things, Lu Xiaochan felt that she had to seize the initiative, otherwise it would be difficult to make a comeback in the future.
The agreement must be made while Shu Wuxi agrees to everything he says and is especially nice to him.
"Okay. As long as you're not as angry as before, I'll let you bully me."
"Yeah." Lu Xiaochan nodded, but rubbing her hands in her heart.
Oh my! He can bully Shu Wuxi now!
Lu Xiaochan was thinking all kinds of things in her mind as the Wuhen Sword began to spin and sway. Lu Xiaochan also started to whistle in an improper way until the Wuhen Sword arrived at the door of their inn's room.
Lu Xiaochan lifted the window and went in.
Shu Wuxi also followed in and put the sword into his Qiankun bag.
Lu Xiaochan grabbed Shu Wuxi's collar and dragged him onto the couch.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"do what?"
"Lie down and let me bully you!"
Lu Xiaochan didn't see the chair in front of him and his knee was hit. Shu Wuxi quickly grabbed him.
"Xiao Chan, it's already late. I'll ask the waiter to get you some water to wash your feet."
Lu Xiaochan was unhappy. Could it be that Shu Wuxi had lied to him when he told him to bully him
He was just about to say "I don't want it" when he heard a commotion outside the inn.
There were quite a few people coming, about a dozen or so, and they all came on flying swords.
They flew across the night sky on their swords, weaving through the alleys and streets. Countless people avoided them and didn't even dare to look up.
"Are there any evil spirits or monsters here? With such a large formation, could it be to kill evil?"
"Kill the evil? The Zhangshan sect only knows how to bully others. Zhangshan has always been peaceful. Where did the evil demon come from for them to kill?"
"Then what is this for!"
"I heard that 'Wutian Jun' was taught a lesson! He was seriously injured! The Zhangshan Sect must have relied on their numbers to bring an army to punish him!"
Leading the group was Zhang Xiao, a disciple of the Zhangshan School.
Just half an hour ago, Zhang Wutan was carried back to Zhangshan Sect. He had been ambushed by some unknown enemy and his whole body was covered with festering wounds.
When the head of the sect, Zhang Rongxiu, saw his son in this state, he became furious.
He carefully questioned the disciples who followed Zhang Wuotian and found out that his son was first suppressed by a young man with a sword formation, and then suddenly suffered from poisoning in Chunxiao Pavilion. He carefully looked at the marks of blood and flesh on his son's back, and concluded that it was most likely that the young man had tampered with Zhang Wuotian's back when he set up the sword formation.
"This is the territory of Zhangshan Sect! How could someone be so presumptuous!"
Zhang Rongxiu immediately selected more than ten elite disciples from his sect, and he didn't believe that he couldn't capture the young man.
Not only did he want the young man to remove the poison from his son's body, he also wanted to tear out his tendons and bones and hang him on the city wall to see who would dare to offend the Zhangshan Sect in the future!
Zhang Xiao was ranked third among Zhang Rongxiu's disciples, and was a master in the realm of entering the state. He received the order from the head of the sect and immediately left Zhangshan Sect with ten fellow disciples.
Although Zhangcheng is large, outsiders are very conspicuous. In addition, the young man was handsome and smart, so after a few questions, they found out the inn where he was staying.
Zhang Xiao and his fellow apprentices surrounded the inn.
The people around saw the people from the Zhangshan faction hovering in the air with their swords, looking ready to take action, and they tried to avoid them.
The waiter of the inn came up and knocked on their door, saying, "Sir! Sir! The people from Zhangshan Sect are here! They want to take you to see their leader!"
"What?" Lu Xiaochan stood up.
What surprised him was not that people from the Zhangshan faction would come looking for him, after all, he had treated Zhang Wutan so badly.
But who gave the Zhangshan faction such great authority that it can detain anyone it wants
Before Lu Xiaochan could say "Come and bet if you're brave enough", the entire window was blown away by a burst of spiritual energy and headed directly towards Lu Xiaochan.
A flash of light flashed from Shu Wuxi's fingertips, and the flying window was shattered. Wood chips flew out and directly knocked down the sword of Zhang Xiao, who was hanging three feet outside the window with his sword.
Not only that, the sawdust penetrated his body, and he fell to the ground, spurting out blood.
The Zhangshan sect disciples, who were originally very aggressive, looked at this scene in surprise.
Zhang Xiao is the favorite disciple of the headmaster Zhang Rongxiu! But he was subdued in an instant
The other disciples who were besieging the inn subconsciously retreated several feet.
"Zhang Shan sent them here to seek revenge?" Lu Xiaochan tilted her head and added, "Am I their match?"
"They are naturally no match for you." Shu Wuxi replied.
Lu Xiaochan chuckled, took Shu Wuxi's hand, and pressed him to sit on the couch: "Then Brother Wuxi, you just sit here. I will deal with these shrimp soldiers and crab generals."
"Well, it's good to practice." Shu Wuxi nodded.
Lu Xiaochan took the Wuhen Sword, jumped on it happily, and went out through the window.
The moonlight flowed down, making Lu Xiaochan's appearance clear and lively.
Zhang Xiao was helped up by a fellow apprentice. He looked at Lu Xiaochan, who was surrounded by spiritual energy and had bright eyes and eyebrows, and his heart was touched at the first sight. No wonder Zhang Wutan, even though he was tortured to the point of howling like a ghost, still asked his father to show mercy when he heard Zhang Rongxiu say that he would teach the boy a lesson.
With such appearance, this young man must have great cultivation.
In addition, the window frame had just been shattered, and the strong wind blew the wood chips into Zhang Xiao's inner palace. Zhang Xiao didn't know that it was Shu Wuxi who did it, and thought it was the young man in front of him with a calm smile.
But his sword looked ordinary, as if it had not been fully forged.
Zhang Xiao kept guessing about Lu Xiaochan's identity.
With such an outstanding appearance, I wonder which sect he belongs to, or even which swordsman he is. But no matter how much I think about it, I still can't figure it out.
"May I ask your immortal name?" Zhang Xiao asked.
"Mr. Lazy Dream." Lu Xiaochan answered with his head tilted.
Zhang Xiao frowned, and the other disciples looked at each other, indicating that none of them had ever heard of this immortal title.
"May I ask which sect you are from?"
Lu Xiaochan tilted her head and asked, "Are you asking where I learned the healing spell? Or where I learned the sword formation?"
Zhang Xiao was stunned, and then he noticed that Lu Xiaochan had a waist badge carved with the word "Qianli Chanjuan" from a spiritual vine hanging on her waist. The waist badge was turned over, and the name could not be seen. Only the back was exposed, which seemed to be the words "Tai Ling".
There is no other authentic medical school in the world except Tailing Pavilion.
"So it's a fellow Taoist from Tailing Pavilion."
"Oh, I guess so." Lu Xiaochan smiled indifferently, "Who are you going to take to see Zhang Rongxiu?"
Zhang Xiao didn't expect that Lu Xiaochan would actually call the name of the leader of the Zhangshan Sect directly. It was really arrogant and bold, but he had been seriously injured, and his fellow disciples certainly didn't dare to act rashly.
"My fellow Daoist, our Zhangshan Sect's palm sword was attacked by someone and was poisoned. Since you are from Tailing Pavilion, why don't you come with us and see if there is a cure for the poison in our palm sword."
"A secret plot?" Lu Xiaochan put her hands on her hips and laughed. "That wasn't a secret plot, it was an open plot! I sprinkled it on his back in front of Zhang Wutian's group of followers. How can it be called a secret plot?"
Zhang Xiao was stunned. Lu Xiaochan admitted it so generously and looked disdainful of pretending to be nice to him. Zhang Xiao didn't know what to say.
However, the several fellow disciples who came with Zhang Xiao were not as worldly-wise as Zhang Xiao. They were used to being arrogant in Zhang Cheng and they all wanted to show off in front of their master, so they actually took action directly.
"It turns out that you were the one who plotted against our Palm Sword!"
"How dare you address our leader by his name!"
They drew their swords at the same time and rushed towards Lu Xiaochan.
Zhang Xiao wanted to stop them, but he was a step too late.
Lu Xiaochan swung the sword around and held it in his hand. His fingertips slid along the sword body to the tip of the sword. A sword formation spread out from the tip of the sword and rushed towards the disciples. The air was surging and getting tighter and tighter.
Zhang Xiao only felt his face was extremely dry. When he saw countless tiny bubbles condensing on the edge of Lu Xiaochan's sword formation, which looked like countless gem fragments under the moonlight and were instantly sucked into the sword formation, he guessed that the force Lu Xiaochan was borrowing was water.
The swords of the Zhangshan School disciples were swept in, making crackling sounds.
When the might of the sword array spread out, it shocked their internal organs and caused damage, while several broken swords fell to the ground, looking very embarrassed.
Zhang Xiao was stunned. With just one sword formation, he destroyed all the swords of his fellow disciples.
Lu Xiaochan was also surprised.
"Hey... why are these swords broken..."
Lu Xiaochan thought that these were probably just ordinary black swords. They were neither made from the remains of spiritual beasts nor forged with the blood of spiritual beasts. Therefore, they were naturally much more fragile than the Traceless Sword.
"You... You actually destroyed our sword!"
The disciples of Zhangshan Sect stood up tremblingly, looking at the swords they practiced with being destroyed. They were so jealous that they wanted to come up and fight with Lu Xiaochan.
Zhang Xiao couldn't bear it any longer and said coldly, "Don't you understand? Your cultivation is too far from the realm of this senior!"
Those disciples finally realized that although this young man looked young, his cultivation was truly unfathomable.
"Yes, I just broke your swords. I didn't shatter your Dan Yuan, nor did I take your lives. You didn't thank me, and you even acted like you were looking for death. It's really incomprehensible."
Lu Xiaochan spread his hands.
It was because Shu Wuxi was sitting inside the window that he dared to be so arrogant.
Although Zhang Xiao knew that he was no match for his opponent, he still had to make some things clear.
"My fellow Taoist, you have just arrived and you have already injured our palm swords. You are so arrogant and don't take our master seriously at all. Isn't this too much? It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. Why don't you hand over the antidote and we can keep out of each other's way!"
Lu Xiaochan replied: "As long as your 'lawless' swordsman keeps a clear mind and abstains from lust, everything will be fine."
"Since you are unwilling to give me the antidote, then we will part ways now!"
After saying that, Zhang Xiao turned around.
Without their swords, they could not fly, so they could only walk back to Zhangshan Sect.
Zhang Xiao was supported by his junior fellow apprentice and looked very embarrassed. The others were also holding broken swords.
"Suddenly, a word came to my mind: return empty-handed!"
Lu Xiaochan flew in through the window on her sword and saw Shu Wuxi still sitting in front of the couch. He looked like a bride waiting for the groom to lift her red veil.
As Lu Xiaochan was thinking about it, she turned around and went out the window.
"Xiaochan, where are you going?"
"I'll buy you something and come back right away!"
After a whole night of tossing and turning, the sky was already turning pale.
Lu Xiaochan searched the entire street and finally found an embroidery studio that was about to open.
"I want to buy a wedding veil!"
The proprietress of the embroidery workshop laughed out loud.
"My dear, you are so impatient that you come to choose a wedding veil so early?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I want the most beautiful Hippolyte!"
The proprietress laughed again: "Young man, are you going to get married? Which beautiful girl has you so anxious?"
Lu Xiaochan had always been thick-skinned, but this time when she thought of Shu Wuxi sitting beside the couch with his head lowered, her face suddenly turned as red as a tomato.
"It's just too beautiful! That's why I'm so anxious! Sister, please help me choose a very beautiful veil for me!"
The proprietress laughed even louder. She picked out three or four veils and placed them in front of Lu Xiaochan. Unfortunately, Lu Xiaochan could not see any difference between them and could only stroke them carefully with her hands.
"The first wedding scarf has a picture of a happy marriage embroidered on it. Do you like it, young master?"
“Well… I don’t like Happily Ever After…” Lu Xiaochan shook her head.
"Why is this?" The proprietress looked surprised.
Is there any newlywed couple who would not want a happy marriage
"A hundred years is too short! I want thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, and we will be together forever!"
The proprietress was stunned for a moment, and could not help but gently tap Lu Xiaochan's head with a crutch: "Young man, you are too greedy! You know, it is rare to remain faithful for a hundred years! How much more so for thousands of years?"
Lu Xiaochan lowered her head and smiled.
If the advice given to him by Yehua Yuanzun was correct, then Shu Wuxi had been waiting for 1,300 years.
"Hehe, I am just greedy. I am naturally greedy for the things I like the most! What about this, what is embroidered on this wedding veil?"
"Lovebirds, do you like them, young master?"
"I don't like it." Lu Xiaochan shook her head again.
"Why is that?"
"In ancient times, seeing lovebirds was a sign of floods. In later times, seeing them flying together was used as a metaphor for love."
Besides, what’s good about lovebirds? They fly together, but they don’t hug each other.
"You little sir, I wonder what you are thinking about! What about this?"
"what is this?"
"A pair of mandarin ducks embracing each other! Do you understand, young man?" The proprietress deliberately prolonged her tone, wanting to see if Lu Xiaochan would be shy.
Who knew Lu Xiaochan would start clapping her hands: "Neck hugging is good! Neck hugging is good! Are there any other pictures of mandarin ducks making out?"
The author has something to say: It's going to rain, and the little cicada is going to get married, alas...
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