Shen Xinghai's sadness came and went quickly. After Wen Yun told him the origin of the arm, he was no longer sad in an instant.
On the contrary, when Zhu Erchong heard that it was the arm of Shang Wuyang, a powerful person at the peak of the Ascension Realm, no one knew what he was thinking, and he kept following the cloud beast and was unwilling to leave.
Now that no one was threatening the safety of these cloud beasts, they naturally came out and disguised themselves as floating clouds floating around. Perhaps they had finally learned what it meant to be tolerant after spending these days in the little fire dragon's belly, and now they no longer held a grudge and decided not to bring rain to Shen Xinghai.
However, Zhu Erchong followed the cloud beasts so closely that he eventually annoyed them.
“Sizzle!”
Zhu Erchong, who was sprayed with water in the face, wiped his face and tried to find the cloud beast again, but he couldn't find it. He sighed for a long time in frustration.
Wen Yun looked back, puzzled: "Brother Zhu, why did you go to provoke these cloud beasts?"
Wouldn't it be asking for trouble to provoke the vengeful cloud beast
Zhu Erchong whispered, "I just want to see, they can excrete such precious cloud crystals just by eating cloud soil, now that they have eaten a strong man's arm, will they excrete something more powerful?"
Wen Yun remained silent for a long time, and finally asked the question in his mind: "Brother Zhu, have you read too many storybooks?"
Zhu Erchong was stunned. He seemed calm and composed on the surface, but he was actually very panicked inside.
What did Junior Sister Wen mean by this? Did she know that I was in partnership with Senior Sister Meng Ran to do the storytelling business
He quietly glanced at Ye Shubai's back in front of him, thinking of those strange adjectives in the storybook: "red eyes, pushing the cute little guy against the wall", "hoarse voice", "tight waist"...
Zhu Erchong sensed danger like a wild animal. He shook his head quickly and denied it: "Storybook? What storybook? I never read storybooks!"
Wen Yun was very regretful: "That's such a pity. Although Yunhai City is big, I haven't found any good-looking novels. I wanted to ask if you have any."
Junior sister, there are indeed countless storybooks and even color-printed picture albums in my mustard seed bag, but I dare not take them out!
Ye Shubai looked back at Zhu Erchong and Wen Yun who were chatting happily behind him, and said in a cold voice: "Get up at dawn tomorrow to practice swordplay. I'll wait for you on the peak."
Wen Yun was stunned: "Me?"
"he."
Zhu Erchong's face turned bitter. When he thought about having to get up before dawn tomorrow, he lost interest in observing the cloud beasts and no longer wanted to chat. He hurriedly bowed to Wen Yun and said, "Junior Sister Wen, I'm going back to catch up on my sleep."
He took Shen Xinghai with him and said goodbye quickly, fearing that Ye Shubai, the strict master, would move the sword practice time forward by one hour.
After the two men walked away, only Ye Shubai and Wen Yun were left in the team heading to the Tenth Peak.
He turned his head slightly and saw Wen Yun looking at him. He blushed, fearing that his little thoughts would be exposed, so he spoke first and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to set up a defensive formation on the island? I'll help you with what you're going to do."
When it comes to the space formation, Wen Yun's attention is drawn to it instantly. She analyzed the current situation: "According to Senior Su Yuan, the Dongxuan Sect is very far away from the Yunhai Realm. It will take three to five years for an ordinary Ascension Stage cultivator who doesn't understand the space law to reach this point even with the help of magic weapons. Unless a great immortal comes in person and breaks through the void, it will be dangerous."
"But Dongxuan Sect only has three immortal realm masters. It is impossible for them to come together to look for Shang Wuyang. After all, a large sect must leave people to guard it, so it is very likely that Shang Wuyang's master came."
"If we are facing a powerful immortal, we will have enough time to use the space formation. We can't delay any longer. We need to conceive the formation and start as soon as possible! We can't let our guard down just because the enemy hasn't arrived yet. We must be cautious!"
As he spoke, Wen Yun had already fallen into an excited state of preparing for the enemy. He searched for paper and pen from his mustard seed bag while walking: "I will draw a simulated formation now. Xiaobai, come and help..."
Before she could finish, Ye Shubai stepped forward naturally, ready to help Wen Yun draw the formation.
However, Wen Yun didn't seem to intend to finish this sentence.
She looked at Ye Shubai with a strange look in her eyes, then shook her head, coughed lightly and continued, "... Come and help me grind the ink."
Wen Yun wanted to say, "Come and help me draw the formation." But she suddenly thought of Ye Shubai's painting skills. How should she describe it? Even the fat claws of a little fire dragon can draw a circle properly, but when Ye Shubai's hands are so steady, they are always crooked and unsightly.
Even if she didn't say it explicitly, how could someone as smart as Ye Shubai not see through Wen Yun's disdain
He frowned and was about to tell Wen Yun that he had actually put a lot of effort into the formation and should be able to help her now.
Unfortunately, before Ye Shubai could speak, Wen Yun beside him suddenly exclaimed, and then his tone suddenly became excited: "Xiaobai, look, who is that!"
However, at the foot of the tenth peak covered with cloud grass, there was a thin and elegant figure standing quietly. He was wearing a water green gown, his black hair was neatly tied up with a white jade hairpin, and his face was as beautiful as jade. Although he was not as stunning as Ye Shubai, he had a gentle temperament radiating from the inside out.
He also saw Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, his eyes lit up, and he pulled his clothes together and quickly came over.
Before they could react, the young man had already knelt on the ground with a solemn expression and kowtowed heavily.
Wen Yun was startled by this sudden action and subconsciously wanted to help him up: "Get up, what are you kneeling for?"
Then she remembered about Yu Qinghong.
Since the royal poinciana tree has grown thanks to Ye Shubai's law of life and death, it is time for Yu Qinghong, who originally parasitized the royal poinciana tree, to reshape his body, just like Ye Shubai did back then. However, the latter is obviously more miserable. First, no one helps him, he has to rely on his own efforts. Second, he has a young apprentice who loves to pull up trees, which has delayed the day of his body reconstruction for hundreds of years.
However, Yu Qinghong insisted on kneeling for a long time, and his gentle voice was full of solemnity: "Thank you two benefactors, Qinghong was able to be reborn today!"
He has always been a well-mannered young man from aristocratic family, otherwise he would not have met with bad luck because of his special visit to his old friend and elder. At this moment, he still abided by the rules and kowtowed deeply before standing up, and did not forget to respectfully call Ye Shubai "Old Senior Ye".
Ye Shubai had a blank expression on his face.
Judging from age and seniority, he is indeed Yu Qinghong's senior. In the past, he would not have thought there was anything wrong with this title, but since Wen Yun had been by his side, he had become extremely concerned about age for some reason.
What's even more outrageous is that after Yu Qinghong turned to Wen Yun, he called out seriously again—
"Owner."
Wen Yun was shocked by the word "master". Her two previous spirits, one was lazy and always called her a stupid magician; the other was cold and arrogant, always calling her a teacher. In short, although both were very good, neither of them called her master!
Although this had been her long-cherished wish, when she actually heard it, she immediately felt something was wrong.
Especially Ye Shubai, who was standing next to him, for some reason, his eyes became colder and colder. He was clearly practicing the law of life and death, but now it seemed as if he was practicing the law of ice.
Wen Yun quickly corrected Yu Qinghong: "Although you and I do have a master-servant contract, it was unintentional. I will give you freedom immediately. You don't have to call me that. Just call me Junior Sister Wen like my senior brothers and sisters do."
Yu Qinghong looked embarrassed: "This kindness can only be repaid with my own death, how can I not respect you two..."
"No, no, no, you just came back to life, how can you die now?!" Wen Yun quickly interrupted Yu Qinghong's words. Finally, he thought of the use of this person and quickly handed him the paper and pen in his hand: "It just so happens that I need someone to help me draw the formation. You are the one!"
Yu Qinghong naturally agreed obediently. Almost all the children of the Yu family were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and were familiar with various Taoist classics, so they naturally had some knowledge of formations.
Once Wen Yun got down to work, he was extremely focused. He didn't even go into the house. He just placed his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the huge rock at the foot of the mountain, picked up his pen and began to conceive the formation.
"In fact, the formation is not difficult. I have drawn space teleportation formations many times before. Just follow the drawing. However, we need to find out the location of the island and then re-lay the formation in the corresponding directions..."
Yu Qinghong was extremely insightful. After Wen Yun drew a space teleportation formation on paper and explained a few nodes, he knew the key. He tried to start sketching on the paper the corresponding positions on the island. His strokes were steady and graceful, and the lines he drew were extremely beautiful.
Wen Yun gave him a few more pointers. Yu Qinghong listened quietly, then thanked him earnestly. Then he knelt on the ground, sometimes pondering the terrain of Yun Island, and sometimes thinking about how to arrange such a large formation.
The backs of the two of them were close together, looking extremely harmonious.
Ye Shubai suddenly felt his eyes a little dry. He wanted to look away, but his body remained motionless. He just stared at the backs stubbornly, feeling an indescribable discomfort in his heart.
Even so, he did not step forward to stop it. Ye Shubai knew that Wen Yun was doing something serious, so he could not disturb him, so he could only stand aside and wait silently.
The cloud grass grew too dense and too long. When blown by the wind, it swayed wildly in his palm, making Ye Shubai's heart unable to calm down.
He looked down at Yuncao, then put his hands into his sleeves and clenched them into fists.
However, at this moment, another hand quickly pulled his hand out of the sleeve and pulled him to the side.
Wen Yun hushed and whispered, "Xiao Qing is drawing a topographical map of Yun Island. Let's not disturb him."
Ye Shubai was stunned and subconsciously looked to the side. Sure enough, he found that Yu Qinghong was sitting beside the bluestone, drawing a map with a frown on his face. He didn't even notice that Wen Yun had left.
"Won't you draw together?"
"Xiao Qing was a spirit before, and his most common task every day was to observe the entire Cloud Island from the Phoenix Tree. It's perfect for him to do this job, and I just drew a map... Ahem, it seems a little awkward." Wen Yun vaguely ignored the thing he had drawn, then pulled Ye Shubai up to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain and stretched out his hand to him: "Here, give me the sword."
Ye Shubai looked embarrassed, but he still obediently took out a piece of the hilt that was almost broken into pieces from the mustard seed bag, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect it well."
If you think about it carefully, this is the first thing Wen Yun gave him, and also the first gift he had ever received. It was not something she found by herself, but a gift she gave to him simply to make him happy. More importantly, she spent several days carving it herself. Ye Shubai has always cherished this sword, so whether he wields the sword or kills someone, he will carefully wipe off the stains and bloodstains one by one afterwards.
However, now, only the hilt of the sword is left.
Wen Yun was a little surprised: "You still keep it? It's useless."
Ye Shubai said succinctly: "It was given by you."
She blinked, feeling somewhat happy and a little embarrassed: "I asked you to give me the Phoenix Wood Sword. I saw that you used your energy to carve it directly, and it didn't look very fine. I plan to carve it slowly for you and add some formations on it."
It just so happens that Yu Qinghong is still drawing a map, so he should take advantage of this time to quickly fix Ye Shubai's sword. This way, if someone from the Dongxuan faction launches a sneak attack, the combat power will also be enhanced a bit...
Ye Shubai didn't listen to Wen Yun's explanation at all. As soon as she opened her mouth, he handed his concubine to his wife to peel without hesitation.
Wen Yun was in the yard, carefully carving a wooden sword with a knife. The warm twilight shining on her profile made her look particularly gentle. He stood beside her, but forgot to look at the sword. He just stared at her face without blinking, as if the whole world had become quiet, with only the rustling of the wind and the sound of her heartbeat.
The next day, before daybreak, the three sword-practicing group had already stood on the top of the mountain and finished a round of sword practice.
Fortunately, although Ye Shubai was strict, he also knew that too much is as bad as too little, so he let the two men rest aside.
"Master Ye seems to be laughing?" Zhu Erchong whispered to Shen Xinghai.
Shen Xinghai also took a look and said hesitantly, "You must have seen it wrong. Master Yue and the others said that Master Ye was born with facial paralysis and couldn't smile."
Ye Shubai's cultivation was extremely high, so of course he also heard the whispers between the two people.
He only had an ordinary wooden stick in his hand and pointed it casually at Zhu Erchong: "Zhu Erchong, come here."
Zhu Erchong's heart tightened, and he immediately defended himself: "Master Ye, I didn't say bad things about you behind your back..."
Ye Shubai didn't care about his self-exposure, but threw something out of his mustard seed bag and said calmly: "This sword is for you. I have already used the law of life and death to refine the murderous aura and soul imprint on the sword. You can use it directly."
As soon as Zhu Erchong held the sword, he knew that it was no ordinary thing. The sword he had bought with the spiritual jade he earned from his previous storytelling business was completely incomparable to the sword in front of him.
He stuttered with excitement: "This sword... where did this sword come from?"
Ye Shubai said calmly: "I picked it up."
He didn't lie, he really picked it up. When Shang Wuyang's arm was cut off, Ye Shubai immediately used his energy to roll the sword into his mustard seed bag. After all, he was also a frugal sword practitioner, so it was easy for him to recycle waste.
As for Shang Wuyang's broken arm, I'm sorry, that thing is even worse than trash.
Zhu Erchong was so moved that he burst into tears and started to talk nonsense: "Brother Ye, my good brother, you actually made up such a clumsy lie in order to let me accept this treasure with a clear conscience. I am so moved..."
Ye Shubai didn't bother to pay attention to him. He immediately looked at Shen Xinghai and said in a deep voice: "Your hands are inconvenient, and according to the rules of Qingliu Sword Sect, the elders should forge the sword for you. Give me the cloud crystal and I will forge this sword for you."
Shen Xinghai was also excited. He had heard Bai Yushan bragging for a long time on the Tenth Peak that Ye Shubai's sword-making skills were unmatched in the world, and that the swords of those three people were indeed rare masterpieces. However, his master had always given him a laissez-faire attitude and did not even care about his cultivation, let alone such a laborious task as sword-making.
Previously, he was worrying about his broken arm. He had the treasure Yunjing but couldn't forge a sword. Unexpectedly, Ye Shubai would take the initiative to help!
Although he was much more stable than Zhu Erchong, he couldn't help but wonder, "He seems to be in a good mood?"
Zhu Erchong nodded vigorously, holding the sword in his arms and saying without even raising his head, "Then I wish Master Ye a good mood every day and give me another sword tomorrow!"
Let’s be frank, he wants more swords!
“…” Ye Shubai wanted to hit someone after hearing this. Why are these younger generations of Qingliu Sword Sect becoming more and more stupid
He took a deep breath, then said in a chilly tone: "Since you two are so happy, let's practice swords for two more hours today to celebrate."
The smiles on Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai's faces disappeared.
Fortunately, their rescuers arrived.
Master Su Yuan, who had disappeared for a whole day, quickly flew to the top of the mountain and shouted in a loud voice: "My disciples, gather quickly! Several teams are flying towards us!"