The sky was a little dim, as if rice paper that had been accidentally stained with ink had been washed, leaving behind a gray shadow.
Mu Lin stood in front of Zhongli Jian's tomb for a while, and took out a silver-woven gold and jade fairy skirt with golden pearls from his bag.
She raised two jade fingers and silently chanted a spell, and the flat soil spread along a line to both sides, revealing the black coffin top in the center. Mu Lin gently spread her skirt on top. When she stood up, the raised soil on both sides automatically filled back, flattening it to almost no trace.
In this way, it is complete.
Mu Lin felt that she and Zhongli were really done with each other.
He treated her well, and he did have other intentions. Finally, with her escape and his serious illness that was difficult to cure, the grudge between them disappeared.
The person who plotted against her was actually the lover of the runaway bride. It was unexpected, but also reasonable. Mu Lin couldn't help but speculate out of curiosity that the lover had died in the war, and the woman raised the child incognito, so she had no intention of pursuing the matter.
Having let go of all worldly grudges, Mu Lin's state of mind suddenly reached a state of clarity and clarity.
She called out from afar: "Master..."
Orikawa looked up as if he had sensed something. The sky was covered with dark clouds and there were faint flashes of lightning. He sent a message to his disciple: "Rin'er, do it with peace of mind. I'll be watching over you."
Mu Lin felt warm in his heart, nodded vigorously to his master, and suddenly felt relieved. Then he sat in meditation and closed his eyes.
Master Zhechuan walked over slowly, with a white light flying out from his body, transforming into a long sword that stayed above Mu Lin's head. Then a layer of transparent knot spread out above Mu Lin's head, slowly undulating like the surface of a lake in the drizzle.
This is exactly the sword that Master Zhechuan wears, the Yunxiu Sword.
Yunxiu means mountains shrouded in clouds and mist. The Yunxiu sword can cut through mountains and cut off rivers and seas, and it can also bear the power of mountains and rivers to protect the safety of important people.
The thunder struck for three hours, but the Yunxiu Sword managed to protect Mu Lin from being hurt. It dragged on until it could no longer be entangled, and the thunder slowly retreated, feeling somewhat unwilling.
When Mu Lin woke up, there was a clear and sharp immortal sword in her arms, which surprised her even more than her easy advancement to the Golden Immortal realm.
Yunxiu, ah Yunxiu, "The clouds are covered with thousands of shapes, and the peaks and peaks are reborn a hundred times." How majestic and magnificent. But Mu Lin felt that "the clouds come out of the peaks without intention" was more in line with his master's character.
Master has never used a sword... Mu Lin vaguely understood why it was so easy to overcome the tribulation this time.
Mu Lin soon found his master on the top of the mountain. He was standing with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance at the sky covered with dark clouds. His face was as handsome as a jade, and he looked cold and elegant, with an ethereal and fairy-like demeanor.
"Thank you, Master, for protecting my disciple." Mu Lin presented the Yunxiu Sword with both hands.
The Yunxiu Sword turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the body of Zhechuan Zhenren. He looked at his disciple and said, "Your worldly affairs are over. Come with me to Jiuxian Mountain to pay a visit to Luochen Xianjun."
"yes."
Mu Lin felt as if his training had finally ended and he was now starting a vacation and resting. He smiled lightly and casually, with curved eyebrows and eyes.
Orikawa wanted to check her homework for the past few months, but he didn't say it. Forget it, it's obvious that she has forgotten it a long time ago, so let her rest for a while, and then double the homework when she returns.
The master and disciple then set off for Jiuxian Mountain.
This time they were riding on clouds and mist, which was much faster than in the mortal world. Mu Lin saw from afar that the top of the fairy mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist. There were steps on the fairy mountain that prohibited flying. When the master and disciple landed at the foot of the mountain, they saw lush forests and bamboos everywhere, which were green all year round; exotic flowers and plants, which were fragrant all year round. The natural scenery was very beautiful, and it was worthy of the reputation of "Nine Fibers Unique".
"Master, the mountain where Immortal Luochen lives is called 'Jiuxian Mountain'. The Jiuxian lives on Jiuxian Mountain. It is indeed simple and clear." It's a pity that such a beautiful mountain has such a hasty name.
Master Orikawa was in a good mood and patiently explained: "The name of the mountain means 'grasping the moon in the sky, untainted by dust', not the word 'drunkard' in Luochen's name."
“… It is indeed more artistic.” Mu Lin smiled, thinking that this Immortal Lord Luochen really knows how to play around and even uses homophones.
The playful Immortal Lord Luochen was lying on an ancient tree, with his hands behind his head, half asleep with his eyes closed, and a piece of grass in his mouth, looking so leisurely and comfortable.
Zhechuan took Mu Lin up the mountain and found a wooden house on the mountainside. On it were three big characters "Luochenju" carved in cursive script. It took Mu Lin a long time to recognize them all.
Obviously, Immortal Luochen was not at home. There was a stone table and stone bench outside the door. Master Zhechuan invited his disciple to sit down and play a game of chess with him on the stone table to kill time.
Under normal circumstances, Mu Lin would not want to play against a chess loser, but now that she was caught cheating, she naturally had to perform well. She tried her best to defeat her master without leaving any trace, which made her so worried that her hair almost fell out!
He won a few chess pieces against his master and finally managed to hold on until the end of the game. Immortal Lord Luochen had not returned yet. Mu Lin looked at his master's unsatisfied expression and felt a little overwhelmed.
"Master, shall I go look for Immortal Lord Luochen?"
"That's good. He hasn't returned for such a long time, so he must have fallen asleep on a tree. You are not allowed to use magic in Jiuxian Mountain, so search carefully."
"yes."
Mu Lin took the order and left, his pace unknowingly quickening. Zhechuan thought calmly, his disciple was really getting impatient.
The sun was already setting. Luochen opened his eyes drowsily, stretched himself, spat out the tasteless grass roots, and nimbly jumped down... no, he fell off the ancient tree.
Mu Lin heard a loud noise and rushed over. He saw violently shaking branches, scattered leaves, flying dust, and a purple-clothed man lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out.
Could this be the Immortal Lord Luochen? Mu Lin felt somewhat disillusioned.
She hurried over to support the man. The man had a face as rosy as peach petals and eyes as bright as autumn waves. He was a boy with a feminine appearance and a gorgeous face. Mu Lin couldn't help but pause.
"Lord Luochen, are you okay? Let me help you up."
Immortal Lord Luochen was so dizzy from the fall that he heard in a trance the sound of an immortal spirit coming from his side, ethereal and beautiful. Then a pair of small hands grabbed his arm. He felt a tingling sensation in his heart as if he had been electrocuted. He stood up with the force, a smile on his face.
"It's okay, it's okay! Thank you for your help, beautiful lady~"
He is indeed the Immortal Lord Luochen. Mu Lin tried to keep smiling. But in his heart he complained: This is too unreliable! A dignified Immortal Lord actually fell from a tree. He doesn't have the cold and calm temperament of an immortal at all...
When Immortal Lord Luochen saw the stunning beauty smiling at him, he felt sweet in his heart. He naturally took Mu Lin's hand and said gently, "Luochen brewed a few jars of good wine. Why don't you come with me to taste it? It's also a way to thank you..."
Mu Lin smiled and shook his head: "You are too polite, Immortal Lord. This is what Mu Lin should do. My master has been waiting for you outside Luochen Residence for a long time and sent me to look for someone."
Immortal Lord Luochen shuddered, suddenly let go of Mu Lin's hand, and touched his chin, "Your master... couldn't it be Zhechuan?"
"Exactly."
“…” Damn it, he actually wanted to hook up with Zhechuan’s disciple. Immortal Lord Luochen felt a chill on his neck.
Luo Chen tried to put on a loving smile: "Junior apprentice brother Mu Lin, right? I... I was busy before and was unable to attend your apprenticeship ceremony. After seeing you today, I can see that you are indeed very talented and intelligent, and you are kind and gentle... We can't keep your master waiting for too long, let's go and meet your master!"
Luo Chen flicked his sleeves and walked ahead. However, his back looked a bit bleak.
"Yes." Mu Lin followed behind him, slightly curling the corners of his lips.
Luo Chen put on a fake smile and said, "Zhechuan, long time no see! Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were bringing a disciple here? As an elder, I didn't prepare any gifts for you!"
"No problem, just give my master and I a dozen pots of your newly brewed bamboo leaf wine." Zhechuan was too lazy to be polite with him.
Luo Chen pointed at him in grief and anger, his eyes moving around, as if he was angry and resentful: "You, you, you, Zhechuan, you are going too far. I have only brewed two or three pots of wine in a hundred years. How can I give away more than ten pots? Even if you empty my wine cellar, you still can't..."
The bright moonlight cast a clear glow, and the old friends were bickering. One was as cold and elegant as the world, and the other was as beautiful as a peach. It was really pleasing to the eye. If it was a man and a woman, they would definitely be a perfect match, Mu Lin thought silently.
Luo Chen glanced at Mu Lin and said casually, "Nephew, go to the wine cellar behind my house and get a jar of Bamboo Leaf Green. The formula to open the stage is: Heavenly King Covering Earth Tiger, Chicken Stewed with Mushrooms. Your master and I will not return until we are drunk!"
"Yes." Mu Lin left without saying a word.
Luochen blinked and actually sat next to Zhechuan.
Orikawa looked at him calmly: "Why don't you make trouble?"
"I think you shouldn't use Orikawa as your nickname, but Poison Tongue instead. Hey, Poison Tongue Master, don't you know everything about the past and the present?"
Without blinking an eye, Orikawa uttered two words slowly: "Er Gou."
Luochen Xianjun almost fell to the ground. He was furious: "Don't be like this. You are still bringing up a common name from eight hundred years ago? Do you have any shame?"
Master Zhechuan took out the Yunxiu Sword and placed it on the stone table.
"... Okay, okay, I want to ask you, where did you get such a stunning beauty as your apprentice? She looks a little young, and someone who doesn't know would think you are raising a child bride!"
Orikawa looked at him calmly: "Ridiculous."
"I feel like you two are a perfect match, and I'm sure others will think the same."
"A man of integrity has nothing to fear. I am only accepting you as my disciple. Just treat her like a daughter. Luochen, don't even think about taking advantage of her."
"Am I such a person? Why would I do this to a young person... Orikawa, Orikawa, you are only over 10,000 years old. In the fairy world, you are a young and promising person with extraordinary talent. Have you really never thought about this?"
"I have no distractions. I just want to stay in Yingzhou and wait for her to come back." There was a rare hint of tenderness and melancholy in Orikawa's expression.
Immortal Lord Luochen had also witnessed the tragedy with his own eyes. He sighed and said, "Ten thousand years have passed, and you have become a real person. Even so, she still hasn't returned... She was so determined at the beginning, what if she can't come back?"
“…” Orikawa remained silent.
Luo Chen knew that he had said the wrong thing and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort him.
"Master, Immortal Lord, the wine is here." Mu Lin came over with a wine tray and poured wine for the two elders.
The rich aroma of Fenjiu spreads ten miles away. Just smelling it will make you drunk, not to mention how tempting it tastes when poured into a wine jar...
"Junior Brother Mu Lin, come sit together!"
Mu Lin looked at his master, but his master was not in a very good mood. He just whispered, "No need to be so rigid." Mu Lin then sat down.