"My original name was Dongfang Xiaoyue, but my master said that my name was too casual and didn't sound like the name of a person who was going to become a Confucian saint, so he changed it to Dongfang Wenlin." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head, "Actually, I don't like this name, it's too old-fashioned."
"Who cares whether you like it or not." Jimo Huaxue raised the Jun Yu Sword slightly.
"Now that I don't have much time left, I want to call myself back by this name." Dongfang Xiaoyue spread her hands, "It will also remind me of my younger self."
"Shut up." Jimo Huaxue leaped up and swung his sword down.
Mo Bai raised his head with great effort, looked at the figure in red, and murmured, "Is this the Sword Immortal's sword?"
Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun were already unable to stand up due to the pressure of the sword, but they also tried to raise their heads and stared at the sword with wide eyes. They were all descendants of powerful families in the martial arts world. Although the Xie family was in decline, there were still several sword masters in the family. Feng Zuojun's father Feng Yuhan's swordsmanship was known as the best swordsmanship in Daze Prefecture. The two had seen it since they were young, and they had seen at least a thousand masters, but the sword they saw at this time was definitely the strongest they had seen in the past twenty years.
As the sword fell, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder roared.
Only the Confucian saint Dongfang Xiaoyue remained calm, waved his sleeves lightly, and then pointed a finger seemingly casually.
Jimo Huaxue suddenly stopped wielding the sword, and the flying hem of her clothes slowly fell down. At this moment, the sword was only an inch away from Dongfang Xiaoyue's finger.
"Your finger can't block my sword." Jimo Huaxue said in a deep voice.
"But you will live three months less." Dongfang Xiaoyue's voice was free and easy, as if she was talking about something very ordinary, even a little happy.
"Is this the reason why you didn't go down the mountain that year?" Jimo Huaxue asked.
"My most beloved disciple has died. Nothing should be an excuse." Dongfang Xiaoyue said slowly.
"That's all." Jimo Huaxue suddenly turned around and left with the sword in hand. The sword force that had been holding everyone back finally disappeared completely. Mo Bai hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Why did the second sister-in-law draw her sword against you, sir?"
"Second sister-in-law?" Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile, "This title has some meaning. Anyway, I am guilty of it."
In the backyard of Mo Ran Villa, Su Baiyi looked at Jimo Huaxue in front of him with a blank face. It only took a moment for Jimo Huaxue to take the sword and return it. In this moment, could it be that this sword immortal went out and killed someone, but there was no blood on Jun Yu's sword? That's right, when a sword immortal kills someone, his sword will naturally not be stained with blood.
"Who is outside?" Su Baiyi asked tentatively.
"Someone you have been waiting for for a long time." Jimo Huaxue turned around as if preparing to leave.
"The person I've been waiting for for a long time... Could it be Mr. Confucian Sage?" Su Baiyi said in surprise.
"It's him." Jimo Huaxue replied.
"You killed him?" Su Baiyi swallowed.
"There's no need for me to do anything. Just go and see him." Jimo Huaxue sighed softly.
Mo Ran Villa, villa.
Mo Bai pointed to the room and said, "Junior Sister Nangong will rest in this room."
Dongfang Xiaoyue nodded: "I'll talk to her alone for a few words."
"Yes. Then I will take Junior Brother Su to wait for you in the main hall." Mo Bai replied.
Dongfang Xiaoyue walked to the door and knocked gently. Nangong Xier was sitting in the room, circulating her Qi, but it was still as ineffective as on the Golden Wind. The Qi was finally condensed, but when it gathered in the Dantian, it still dissipated by more than half. When she heard the knock on the door, she stopped and asked tiredly, "Who is it?"
"Miss Nangong, is it convenient for you to come in?" Dongfang Xiaoyue asked.
"Come in." Nangong Xier thought that there should be no enemies in Mo Ran Villa, so she replied after thinking about it.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in white was sitting at the small table next to the bed. He slowly poured himself a cup of tea and said with a hint of mockery in his voice, "Didn't you say that if you come down the mountain, you will shock the world like your second brother did back then? But I haven't even heard of your name in the martial arts world, and you're already lying here healing? Have you lost all your internal strength yet?"
Before Nangong Xier could marvel at the movements of the young man in white, she was already shocked by the familiar tone of voice. She looked at the handsome young man in white in front of her, somewhat incredulous: "Mr... Sir?"
"I often tell you that I was the most handsome man in the world when I was young, but you never believed me and said that I was an old man who was just bragging. Now that you have seen it with your own eyes, you can finally believe it, right?" The young man in white took out a medicine bottle from his arms, took out a pill from it, crushed it, threw it into the tea bowl and handed it to Nangong Xier, "Drink it."
"Sir, you looked to be in your forties when I last saw you. How come you look younger than me now?" Nangong Xier took the teacup, surprised and delighted. "Could it be that you really have mastered some martial arts that can make you look younger? Then you must teach me!"
"Hahahaha. I'm afraid that the next time you see me, I will be an eight-year-old child. By then, don't pay me back for all the bullying I've done to you over the years." Dongfang Xiaoyue pointed at the teacup, "Drink it."
"What is this?" Nangong Xier asked in confusion.
"Medicine to treat your injury." Dongfang Xiaoyue replied.
Nangong Xier wanted to ask more, but after thinking for a while, she drank the tea first, and then asked: "Sir, do you know how to treat this injury?"
"No one in the world knows better than me what kind of injuries are caused by the martial arts in the immortal book. Not only did that martial arts absorb your inner strength, it also damaged your Dantian." Dongfang Xiaoyue handed the medicine bottle to Nangong Xier, "Take one pill of this before each practice, and then practice Qigong. Your injuries will be healed within ten days."
Nangong Xier nodded: "Sir, were you also injured by this Immortal Book in the past?"
"Alas, the past is too painful to recall. Back then, I was beaten so hard by this martial arts that I couldn't even stand up." Dongfang Xiaoyue stood up and shook her sleeves. "I'm going to meet the kid from the Su family. You should take good care of your injuries."
"Sir, aren't you traveling around the world? Why are you here?" Nangong Xier frowned slightly, "And, do you know Su Baiyi?"
"That's a long story." Dongfang Xiaoyue walked over and scratched Nangong Xier's head. "In short, although Master is dying, he will definitely protect you before he dies."
"What are you talking about, Master? You have already regained your youth, how could you still die?" Nangong Xier thought Dongfang Xiaoyue was joking, but when she saw Dongfang Xiaoyue's serious expression, her heart tightened.
But Dongfang Xiaoyue immediately laughed: "Yes, yes. So I will always protect you. When you go down the mountain, do whatever you want. I'm here."