When Luo Yujing used the Zhuxie Sword in the past, she always used it as a knife to chop things casually. The Zhuxie Sword had no use as a sword, and it had the dignity of being a spiritual sword.
Ku Sheng taught her how to use the sword, and the sword-wielding skills combined with light body skills, once she had mastered them, she would be able to deal with one or two big men without any problem.
"Can you fly with a sword?" Luo Yujing asked.
Kusheng replied: "Practice for another two hundred years."
Luo Yujing: “…”
The sword-controlling technique he taught was, in layman's terms, more like the sword-summoning technique. By chanting a spell from a distance, one could make a flying sword fly into one's hand.
Luo Yujing hesitated and said, "But, I don't need to chant a spell. If I shout 'Evil-Slaying Sword' within a short distance, it will fly over. After all, it is a spiritual sword."
Ku Sheng didn't believe it: "How is it possible?"
Luo Yujing performed for him on the spot, walked three meters away, turned back and shouted: "Evil-killing Sword!"
The sword that was inserted on the side suddenly flew out of its sheath and was caught by her.
Seeing this, Ku Sheng grabbed his hair and said, "How is this possible? I don't use sword control, it doesn't listen to me at all!"
He was furious and shouted "damn it" at her and the Zhuxie Sword.
Luo Yujing: "People's physiques cannot be generalized."
From then on, the sword was held by Luo Yujing. She cleaned the sword every day and even put a white tassel on it. During sword practice, the sword was also kind and easy-going, allowing her to use it. Compared with it, Kusheng was treated like an adopted son. He squatted on the side and repeated the word "hateful" over and over again for eight hundred times.
However, Kusheng's sword control technique is still useful. He can control the sword to fight with people from a distance, turning melee into long-range attack. The disadvantage is that he needs to see the enemy to command. If he can't see the enemy, it's like a blind man fighting.
In order to practice, Luo Yujing got off Kusheng's back and walked on her own. Kusheng often did not take the usual roads, such as steep cliffs, dense forests, places where it was difficult for ordinary cows, horses and mules to walk, and places where there were no roads. But for Luo Yujing, the road was difficult and walking was difficult, so Kusheng slowed down his pace to wait for her.
In the past, he would probably get angry and annoyed at the slow pace, but now he said nothing. If Luo Yujing walked slowly, he would wait by the side - not because his temper suddenly improved, but once he showed an angry mood, Luo Yujing would ask for the burning of soul-soothing incense.
"Seeing you get angry, I also want to get angry." After Luo Yujing said this, Kusheng had to grab his hair to cover his face and endure it desperately. Even the voice of "damn it" was not as strong as before.
After walking all day, Luo Yujing's feet were covered with blisters and swelling when she rested at night. Kusheng took a closer look and was shocked: "Why didn't you tell me?"
Luo Yujing: "I can bear it."
Physical pain was easier for her to bear than psychological pain. Such self-abuse made her feel better. Once she fell into a bad mood, she would practice swordplay and run furiously.
Ku Sheng frowned and drew talismans, then stuck them on her feet. The next day, he let her sit on the rattan chair behind him and took her for a day. When she felt better, he let her down and walked on her own.
After getting used to this walking speed, Luo Yujing felt a lot lighter.
When they encountered an insurmountable ravine again, Ku Sheng held her feet with his hands and gently pushed her forward, and Luo Yujing leaped to the other side as if riding on the wind.
Even if it was a wall, he didn't need help from the villagers or the trees beside the wall, he could climb up easily.
At dusk, I passed by a county. I didn't know what festival it was in the county, but they had a stage for a performance. The simple straw stage was bustling with red and green, with gongs, drums and pipa. People were crowded together under the stage, with adults and children mixed in with some monsters.
Seeing this scene, Luo Yujing was reluctant to leave and said she wanted to watch the show. She jumped onto a tree not far from the stage and sat down. Kusheng called her again and again but she refused to come down. He had no choice but to jump onto the branch next to her and watch the show with her.
Luo Yujing stared at the stage in a trance, not as if she was watching a play, but rather reminiscing.
"When I was a child, it seemed that there was a troupe of actors performing on stage near my home." She doesn't remember what was performed, but she remembers the excitement and the sense of security with her family members by her side holding her hands tightly.
She unconsciously looked at Kusheng's hand beside her. He was scratching the tree trunk at his feet unconsciously. There were iron knuckles on his hands, and several marks appeared on the bark of the tree.
Luo Yujing suddenly grabbed his hand.
Kusheng leaned to the other side: "What are you doing!"
Luo Yujing said, "Let me hold your hand."
I continued to watch the show on the stage, but I thought to myself: It's cold, unlike the warm palms in my memory. But the weather is getting hot, so it's not uncomfortable to hold it like this.
She was lost in thought, holding the cool hand loosely in her hand. She was so lost in thought that she slipped and almost fell off the tree trunk. At that moment, the hand she was holding quickly grabbed her and pulled her up.
Not just when she was about to fall out of the tree.
When she was walking on a steep mountain road and her feet slipped and she was about to fall into a deep ravine, this hand could push her back with a gentle push. No matter where she fell, this hand could hold her back.
… How strange, it was clearly a pair of hands that wanted to kill her before.
Luo Yujing doesn't like walking at night. She used to rest when it got dark, but now she occasionally walks at night.
It is easiest to encounter ghosts at night. Luo Yujing sat on Kusheng's back, holding a lantern. The oil lamp in the lantern was filled with some wind-fixing incense, so it would not shake easily. Once it started to shake, it meant that "evil wind" appeared around and some inhuman creatures were coming.
The Sword of Extermination was given to Luo Yujing. As long as he was not killing evil ghosts and zombies, Kusheng would mostly use talismans when he encountered inhuman creatures that blocked his way and made trouble.
But he actually doesn't like drawing talismans very much because he finds it troublesome.
When they stopped to rest, Luo Yujing saw him drawing talismans and said, "I want to learn how to draw talismans, too."
Without even looking up, Kusheng said, "The talismans drawn by ordinary people are just waste paper. They cannot exorcise evil spirits or kill ghosts."
Luo Yujing said: "I also want to learn to draw talismans."
Kusheng: "You can only form a talisman by gathering your energy. You can't gather your energy into a talisman."
Luo Yujing: "I want to draw a talisman."
Kusheng grabbed a handful of hair angrily and gave her the pen.
Holding Ku Sheng's brush, dipping it in the cinnabar ink that Ku Sheng mixed, and holding his yellow paper, Luo Yujing copied the cat and the tiger, and drew the talisman. After drawing one, it was really useless.
Although it was useless, she was a bit stubborn and insisted on drawing. She seemed addicted to drawing and often drew to pass the time. Even when being carried by Kusheng, she would put a piece of paper under Kusheng's head and draw talismans whenever she had time.
It was originally just a casual play, but one day, Luo Yujing drew a talisman, thought it looked good, and casually stuck it on Ku Sheng's head.
There was a sizzling sound, and a wisp of green smoke came out of the few strands of hair that Ku Sheng had grown, and they began to curl up.
Luo Yujing: “?”
Kusheng: “…”
"Did you feel any reaction just now?" Luo Yujing was surprised, then revealed a pleasantly surprised expression and shook his shoulders, "Did you feel it?"
Seeing her smile, Ku Sheng thought to himself, but said nothing, letting her happily draw another dozen talismans.
On the way, they encountered the evil spirit that was haunting people again. Ku Sheng just stepped out, but was pulled back by Luo Yujing. She said expectantly: "Let me do it!"
Ku Sheng stepped back with his arms folded, watching her dangerously stick the talisman onto the evil spirit - if that was the case, it would be better to just draw out the sword to kill the evil thing and hit it.
The talisman was the same. Luo Yujing had never thought that if it was replaced by an ordinary evil spirit, it would be so powerful. When the talisman was burned to ashes, the evil spirit also turned into green smoke and dissipated.
"Is this talisman... so powerful?" Luo Yujing looked at Kusheng with the talisman, and then pasted another one on his hair. After the green smoke passed, a strand of his hair curled.
Pinching his curly hair, Kusheng asked, "Do you want to save my soul?"
Luo Yujing never dared to put talismans on him again, for fear that she might really be a genius and be good at drawing talismans, and accidentally destroy him.
After several experiments, Luo Yujing found that his talisman was really useful. Even if it couldn't deal with powerful ghosts, it was no problem to deal with some small goblins and evil spirits.
Under the scorching sun, they stopped to rest under the shade of trees. Luo Yujing held the brush and drew a talisman, and said to Kusheng beside her: "You said before that the talisman I drew was useless, but it is obviously useful."
Sitting under the shade of the tree was an old Taoist priest with gray hair, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and looking exhausted. He suddenly interrupted and said, "It is indeed useless for ordinary people to draw the talisman exactly. If you want to make the talisman a usable spiritual talisman, you must either cultivate yourself to the point where you can gather Qi or borrow Qi from ghosts and gods."
"This young lady..." The old Taoist looked at Luo Yujing and said with a smile, "You can draw the talisman because you have the energy of ghosts and gods."
Luo Yujing was confused and asked, "What ghosts and gods are borrowing energy from?"
Kusheng tapped his fingers on the stone. The old Taoist laughed and came over to shout, "Uncle Kusheng, it's been nine years again. How are you doing?"
"As you can see, it's the same as before," Ku Sheng replied.
The old Taoist said, "Hahaha, I've never seen anyone around Master Kusheng before, how can you say 'just like before'?"
The old Taoist's name is Yantong, he is a disciple of Baihe Temple and one of Kusheng's nephews. Kusheng travels outside to kill evil spirits, and every nine years a disciple of Baihe Temple comes down the mountain to reinforce the seal for him. He used to be his senior brother, but later became his nephew.
Strengthen the seal, and also bear the responsibility of supervision. If his character changes and he kills innocent people, the disciples of Baihe Temple have the responsibility to kill him at all costs.
There was no one in the wild temple in the mountains. Kusheng took off his shirt, sat on the cushion, and asked his nephew to seal him.
After he took off his clothes, his chest, back and arms were covered with red runes, deeply imprinted into his skin. The red was fading and becoming mottled and dim. At first glance, he was filled with evil and somewhat scary.
Luo Yujing saw his body under his clothes for the first time, and it turned out to be like this. She was waiting on the side, and suddenly stood up and walked over. Kusheng lowered his head, and when he saw her coming, he stretched out his hand and said, "Take off your pants too."
Kusheng: “…”
As he was preparing to seal the seal, Master Yan Tong, who was quietly listening to the noise, said: "…"
Luo Yujing said, "You have to take them off anyway, so let me wash them for you. To be honest, I really can't stand you not washing your clothes."
He took the clothes to the stream outside to wash them, then Taoist Yan Tong unfolded his bag, took out the drawn seal, and pasted it on Ku Sheng's back, drawing it silently. After a while, the talisman paper spontaneously combusted, and a bright red talisman seemed to be burned into the flesh, even flashing a burning golden red color.
The branding seal is extremely painful, but a spell like this one requires ninety-nine brands to be placed on the body at once.
Ku Sheng closed his eyes and heard the faint sound of laundry outside.
"Uncle Master Kusheng, do you want to accept that girl outside as your disciple?" asked Taoist Master Yan Tong.
Kusheng: “No.”
Taoist Yan Tong was puzzled: "If not, how could Master Uncle lend her energy to draw the talisman? Although Master Uncle is no different from ghosts and gods, this loan of energy is not something that can be obtained through ordinary relationships."
Ku Sheng did not answer, but raised his hand and waved, indicating that the matter should not be mentioned again.
Why else could she not learn how to draw talismans, and she looked very unhappy.