It is still impossible to determine whether the Jiang family has rebelled or not. Besides, Wen Yun was previously busy searching for Shen Xinghai's whereabouts and had no time to pay attention to the whereabouts of the Jiang family members. Now that her mental strength is exhausted, she cannot search the entire map again.
If she keeps searching, this clever little girl will turn into an idiot.
Everyone decided to wait and see what happened, searching for treasures in the Xuantian Secret Realm while looking for the traces of the evil cultivator.
At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in the dark forest, and the already gloomy environment became even more terrifying in an instant. If a mortal was here, he would be scared to death without any strange things happening.
However, the people here are a group of sword practitioners.
Bao Pilong just said: "Why does this place make my back cold?"
Shen Xinghai raised his eyebrows, drew his sword and said righteously: "With the righteous spirit in my heart, why should I fear ghosts and evil spirits? If they dare to come, I dare to fight!"
Zhu Erchong was not in the mood to appreciate his domineering lines this time. He was still thinking about the miserable scene when Shen Xinghai vomited blood just now. He patted his junior brother's shoulder carefully and said, "Junior brother Shen, don't fight for now. Just sit down to avoid vomiting blood again."
"… "
Shen Xinghai was forced to sit down, but he had no intention of meditating. He turned around and looked at Wen Yun on the other side.
At this moment, Wen Yun was lowering his head and staring at the corpse on the ground intently.
She studied it very carefully, from the black totem tattooed on the back of the man's neck to the small leaf whistle in his hand, and from time to time she turned back and poked the python's head with a stick.
If it were anyone else, let alone a young female cultivator like her, even Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong over there would deliberately stay away from these two things, but she was not afraid at all, and instead was serious as if she was studying magic.
This made Ye Shubai, who was standing beside her to protect her, at a loss for words for a moment, and he could only continue to stay by her side in silence.
"What did you find?"
"The bones in his body look very strange, some are broken or even twisted." Wen Yun pointed at the body with a wooden stick in his hand and said solemnly: "You know, an adult has about 206 bones, but this person is missing four. To be exact, four of his bones are broken."
Ye Shubai understood what she meant and replied calmly: "He was killed with one sword."
So Ye Shubai didn't break his bones, they were already broken before.
Wen Yun silently memorized this clue in his heart, then kicked the corpse away with disgust and called out "Senior Brother".
The three brothers over there responded in unison: "Hey!"
Wen Yun asked again: "Who among you will help deal with the bodies here?"
Zhu Erchong took out a small knife and a bronze mirror from somewhere, and carefully trimmed his big beard in front of the firelight: "Alas, I have been too busy recently, and I forgot to pay attention to my image as a sword cultivator."
Bao Pilong took a handful of chicken feathers from the mustard seed bag. They were from the helicopter chicken he had eaten earlier. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that you, a fairy chicken, ended up in my mouth. I'll make a tomb for you..."
Wen Yun: “…”
Shen Xinghai propped himself up and said, "Junior Sister Wen, let me handle it."
Wen Yun frowned: "Sit down, your injury has not healed yet."
In the end, the two who tried to escape were caught and helped to deal with the body. After all, the python was too big and no one knew what species it was, so it couldn't be burned with fire, so they had to dig a hole and bury it.
The two brothers chopped the huge python into small pieces. Their hands were numb from chopping. They looked at Wen Yun and asked in confusion, "Junior Sister Wen, the skin of this python is harder than gold and stone. It took us dozens of cuts to cut it. What on earth did you use to cut it in one stroke?"
Wen Yun waved Ye Shubai's sword and said calmly, "A sword cultivator will naturally use a sword."
It's just that when she used the sword energy, she tried to mix magic elements in it, and the metal-attributed spiritual power is the main killing power among the five elements, so there is a saying that the metal attribute is most suitable for sword training.
However, the senior brothers looked at the shabby wooden sword with disdain, and finally held the sword in their hands tightly. As expected, although others are better at swordsmanship, one's wife is still the best!
Wen Yun was practicing digging a hole with his sword energy when he heard Zhu Erchong excitedly shouting, "Junior Sister Wen, how do you think this snake meat tastes?"
It looked like the helicopter chicken didn't fill his stomach.
Before she opened her mouth to dissuade the two from doing so, Ye Shubai, who was not far away, spoke indifferently.
"poisonous."
So the two people over there could only give up the idea in disappointment, but Wen Yun became interested after listening to it and took out a porcelain bottle from the mustard seed bag.
This mustard seed capsule was given to her by Xu Wanfeng, and there was something unknown left inside. Wen Yun took a look at the bottle with a lotus painting on it, and as soon as she opened it, a faint fragrance spread out. It turned out to be a bottle of scented dew.
He is worthy of being the most beauty-loving second brother in the Tenth Peak!
Wen Yun poured out the remaining fragrant dew without mercy, ran to the huge mouth of the big snake, took out the pair of fangs with a sword, and threw them carefully into the porcelain bottle.
This is good stuff, I'll study it some other day.
Wen Yun pulled out the fangs of the poisonous snake and smiled with satisfaction, which scared the two senior brothers. They quickly buried the snake corpse, fearing that she would come to them to test the snake venom the next moment.
It was already late at night when they finished dealing with the bodies. Although they were monks with high cultivation, they were still human after all and would feel tired. So they simply took a break in this dark forest.
Shen Xinghai put the sword in his hand, sat cross-legged under a big tree and began to meditate.
If you don't make progress on the road of cultivation, you will regress. The spiritual energy in Xuantian Secret Realm is extremely rich. Although he is seriously injured now, he dare not relax. Now that his fellow disciples are here, he can finally practice with peace of mind. So he began to breathe in and out spiritual energy into his body every second.
As for Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong, they found a place with lots of dead leaves and lay down early. They were exhausted after rushing here, and they had been chopping snakes for most of the night, so they were already snoring loudly.
Wen Yun listened to the snoring over there, pulled Ye Shubai's sleeve, looked up at him and said, "I'm so sleepy, can you keep watch for a while? I'll sleep for an hour and then get up to take turns with you."
She had overdrawn her mental strength badly before, and now her head was dizzy and she just wanted to sleep. She really couldn't hold on and continue practicing like Shen Xinghai, the iron-blooded swordsman.
As for the gloomy and difficult environment, she didn't care at all. She had lived for hundreds of years, so what kind of suffering had she not experienced? If she really cared so much, she wouldn't be able to reach the top of the continent.
Ye Shubai glanced around, and when Wen Yun was about to lie down, he grabbed her collar and lifted her up.
"etc."
He swung his sword and chopped the big tree behind Wen Yun into several pieces of wood. Shen Xinghai, who was not far away, opened his eyes and looked over here, while the other two brothers were not affected at all and were still sleeping soundly.
Ye Shubai ignored other people's reactions and just used his sword to cut the wooden board clean. Then he quickly built a simple wooden bed for her.
Then he took something out of the mustard seed sac and spread it on the bed, saying in a cold voice: "Go to sleep."
Wen Yun looked at the huge white tiger skin with silver stripes and subconsciously realized that it was something special: "What is this?"
"It's a sacred beast from the Tianhu tribe. I killed it five hundred years ago. Because the skin looked pretty good, I kept it."
Wen Yun: “…”
Easy? Why did he say it made it seem like it was easy to kill the divine beast of a tribe of demon cultivators
She was very sleepy, so she didn't bother to be polite with him and lay down on the small bed. She patted the bedside politely and said, "Don't stand, come and sit down."
Ye Shubai did not sit down. He stood in front of Wen Yun with his back to her. It was unclear whether he did so to block the sight of the other three male cultivators or to block the cold wind that was blowing tonight.
"It's cold and dewy out in the wild, so don't sleep on the ground in the future."
Wen Yun looked at his back and whispered, "Brother Zhu is right. You are indeed a very considerate person. I myself have never paid attention to these things and always just did them roughly and carelessly."
Ye Shubai was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "You are still young. Girls your age are all cultivating freely under the care of their elders, and they don't have to run around. You had no one to protect you in the past, so your life was particularly hard. I am your master after all, and I will do my best to take care of you and raise you up in the future."
She is actually not a little girl, Wen Yun thought. If he knew that she was an old senior who was over 500 years old, he would not say that.
But the three words "little girl" sounded so gentle that she was inexplicably reluctant to remove it from her head.
Wen Yun looked a little ashamed, and quietly buried half of his face in the silver-striped tiger skin, leaving only his round almond-shaped eyes exposed as he stared at Ye Shubai's back.
As smart as she was, she could always respond calmly when facing a strong enemy, but when faced with such gentleness, she didn't know what to do and could only say awkwardly: "You seem to understand little girls quite well."
The figure in front of him didn't move at all. Ye Shubai remained silent for a long time, as if he didn't want to talk anymore because of these words.
Wen Yun was just regretting his sudden response when Ye Shubai's cold voice suddenly rang out.
He said, "No, I never knew any other little girl except you."
Wen Yun blinked: "Hmm? Doesn't Qingliu Sword Sect have many female disciples?"
The cultivation world is not like the feudal mortal world. No one dares to look down on female cultivators and say that girls should stay at home to take care of their husbands and children. Everyone relies on their own abilities. Therefore, even in the First Sword Sect, there are many outstanding female sword cultivators, such as Senior Sister Meng Ran from the Sixth Peak.
Logically speaking, a man as outstanding as Ye Shubai shouldn't be so miserable without a female cultivator to take care of him, right
Ye Shubai was silent for a moment, with a rare note of loneliness in his voice: "I was raised and educated by several elders in the sect since I was young. As far as I can remember, there are no people of the same age around me. They are all the masters who taught me swordsmanship."
"Because they said that I was born with a sword bone and I shouldn't waste my talent, so I have been practicing sword skills in the valley where the elders live, and I didn't leave the valley until I formed a golden elixir."
"The first time I left the mountain gate was when I went to participate in the sword-fighting competition. People of my age all called me "Grandmaster" or "Uncle Master". They were respectful but not friendly. Maybe it was because I was a loner and not good at getting along with others."
He rarely talks so much, especially about his past.
But Wen Yun didn't know that his past was so lonely. She used to think that he was the number one sword cultivator who was respected and feared by the world, and he must have lived a free and easy life. But now, when she thought about how she saw him dying on the snow when she first arrived in the world of cultivation and no one came to save him, she felt very uncomfortable when she heard him talk about the past.
He is such a bright and upright person, who acts openly and freely. He was born for the common people and carries a sword for the common people.
However, people regarded him as a serious threat because his sword was too sharp and he stood too high.
It was obvious that they could not catch up with his height, but they were unwilling to make an effort. They just had a dirty mind to pull him down and bury him in the ground to prevent the world from seeing his light.
Wen Yun reached out her hand and gently tugged at the corner of Ye Shubai's clothes. The latter seemed to sense it and turned his head slightly, but did not look back at her.
"What's wrong?"
"It's not that you are a loner." She lowered her voice and spoke to him seriously, "It's just that the people you met are not open and honest enough. They are all fake sword cultivators who hold precious swords but have no beliefs or ambitions in their hearts. That's why you can't get along with them. You are not the same kind of people."
She quietly pointed at Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong who were sleeping soundly with their swords in their arms, smacking their lips from time to time, as if they were savoring the roast chicken they had eaten earlier.
He then pointed at Shen Xinghai, who was seriously injured but still meditating with his eyes closed.
"You see, a true sword cultivator is like that. When they hear that their fellow disciples are in trouble, they will rush thousands of miles away without hesitation. They don't seek empty fame or wealth, but only a sword in their hands, free and easy. That's why you two can interact with each other as soon as you met. They also call you Junior Brother Ye and are willing to fight alongside you."
Wen Yun pinched the tiger skin and yawned softly. Her head was dizzy and she was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes.
Later, she said something in a low and broken voice that she couldn't even remember. She only vaguely saw the man in front of her finally turned around and looked at her, and seemed to say something, but she knew nothing.
The dream was filled with the gentle and refreshing fragrance of white plum blossoms. It was as soft and comfortable as if he was in the clouds. Wen Yun slept particularly sweetly.
When she woke up, the sky was still hazy. She didn't know whether it was because it was still early or because the dark forest did not allow much light to penetrate, but it was dim and she could not see clearly.
My mind, which was so sleepy last night that I felt like I would faint at any time, is now clear. Perhaps it is because my mental strength was drained all at once, but when I woke up this time, I felt that my mental strength, which had not made any progress for a long time, has improved a little bit.
Very good, a new day brings good things. I believe it will be another proper and smooth day.
Wen Yun stayed in bed for a while, then rolled over in his arms under the quilt, not wanting to get up.
Wait, a quilt? Where did the quilt come from
Wen Yun lowered his head and found that he was still cushioned by the remarkable silver-striped tiger skin, but covered by a pure white soft coat without any patterns. Just like its owner's character, it was clean without a speck of dust.
She covered her lips and yawned. She suddenly didn't want to stay in bed anymore. She quickly got up and put Ye Shubai's coat away.
Seeing that there was no one around, he used a cleansing spell on himself. After thinking for a moment, he threw one on his clothes as well.
She walked towards the vicinity holding Ye Shubai's coat, only to find that the four men had actually pierced through the treetops that blocked out the sun in the dense forest not far away. At this moment, the morning light was just beginning to shine, gently falling on the group of white-clothed swordsmen, making the beads of sweat on their foreheads bright.
Looks like he's full of energy and fighting spirit.
The man in the front had his black hair tied up high, and his expression was still calm and composed. He was not wearing any outer clothes, only a slightly tight snow-white clothes, which made his tall and handsome figure look even more handsome.
He didn't hold a wooden sword in his hand, but only a small wooden stick.
Zhu Erchong caught sight of Wen Yun and immediately shouted for help: "Junior Sister Wen, you are finally here! Come quickly, come and accept the education of your Senior Brother Ye, I really can't come any longer."
However, before he could run away, Ye Shubai, who was standing opposite him, moved his arm, and no one knew how he used the small wooden stick, which hit Zhu Erchong's waist directly, making him scream "Damn it hurts!" and jump up to run away.
Shen Xinghai frowned and reminded: "Brother Zhu, we cultivators can only advance and not retreat. Don't act like a coward!"
After being taught a lesson by Ye Shubai for an hour, Zhu Erchong angrily said, "Fuck, Junior Brother Shen, if you have the guts, come and fight him! There really isn't a single normal person among the people at the Tenth Peak, they are all perverts!"
Want to ask him how he feels
Just two words: regret!
He shouldn't have invited Junior Brother Ye to practice sword in the morning. At first, he thought that Junior Brother Ye seemed a little cold and he was prepared to be turned down. But the other party unexpectedly agreed. This was the beginning of his pain this morning.
At first, Zhu Erchong thought Junior Brother Ye was so handsome and pretty, like a junior sister, so he wanted to give way to him, but he never expected the result!
From the very first move, he was suppressed by Junior Brother Ye, the kind of suppression! The opponent was clearly only holding a small wooden stick, but each of his swords was faster than his own, and his sword moves were so graceful that he was completely unable to catch his next move.
This feeling is quite similar to the sword fight with Junior Sister Wen in the later period. He could still fight at the beginning, but it became more and more difficult later on. It seemed that the opponent had anticipated his movements long ago, and Zhu Erchong's moves were broken before he could even finish his moves!
So the sword fight that was agreed upon turned into a one-sided beating. By the end of the fight, Zhu Erchong was like a monkey, jumping up and down and screaming.
Ye Shubai frowned slightly, feeling dissatisfied with this batch of disciples. Although he did not require everyone to be as comprehensible as Wen Yun, they should at least be able to barely pass the test like the other three disciples, right
Unfortunately, in his eyes, Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong were not even barely qualified.
Therefore, Ye Shubai, the ancestor of Qingliu Sword Sect, took great responsibility and trained his two disciples together. If Shen Xinghai's injury had not healed, there would probably be another one who would be beaten.
"Zhu Erchong, there is a flaw one inch below your armpit."
"Bao Pilong, don't use the thorns as a poke."
…
Under Ye Shubai's ruthless training, the two brothers who were most keen on finding someone to practice sword skills collapsed on the ground like dead dogs, unable to move.
"I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it anymore, Bao... Junior Brother Bao, you and Junior Brother Ye can continue."
"Brother Zhu, how can a male cultivator say no? You... you go and fight him."
Although it was tiring, Ye Shubai's attainments in swordsmanship were not comparable to those of ordinary people. After his ruthless instructions, the flaws of the two people that they had never discovered on weekdays were finally discovered. I think their swordsmanship will be greatly improved in the future.
Therefore, this beating not only did not scare them, but made them feel closer to Ye Shubai. Some of them even shared a pot of wine they had hidden away with him, wanting to swear an oath of brotherhood with him.
Of course, the invitation from these two disciples was ruthlessly rejected by the ancestor.
After practicing sword skills, the group set out to search for treasure in the Xuantian Secret Realm.
Zhu Erchong walked in front and led the way: "I heard from my great master, Master Shangling, that he once saw a clear spring in the Xuantian Secret Realm. It is said that he was seriously injured at the time, and he recovered after drinking the spring water. Why don't we go find the spiritual spring first, so that we can heal Junior Brother Shen's injuries as soon as possible."
Wen Yun quietly asked Ye Shubai: "What did his great master call you?"
Ye Shubai: "You can also call me Grand Master."
"..." Wen Yun was silent, and decided to ignore the issue of seniority in the future, and then asked: "Then do you know about the spiritual spring?"
Ye Shubai nodded and replied, "There is indeed such a spiritual spring. Every major sect will tell the younger generation to go there to fetch water. I also saw it when I came here five hundred years ago. At that time, I took away all the spring water. I think new spring water is gushing out now."
Fortunately, this is spring water and he cannot move it away, otherwise the legend of the spiritual spring will probably disappear completely in the Xuantian Secret Realm.
Wen Yun was a little curious: "Can you drink all the spring water in one go? There should be some left, right? Can you give me a sip?"
Ye Shubai glanced at her calmly and said, "It's all used up."
"What a pity..."
He retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward at a leisurely pace: "But you have tasted it too. When you were unconscious, you soaked in the spiritual spring to heal your wounds. The cup you drank after you woke up was the last bit."
Wen Yun suddenly remembered that when he was unconscious, he always felt like he was in the cool sea water. It turned out that he was soaking in the spiritual spring water!
At this time, Bao Pilong in front of him said loudly: "What healing? We sword cultivators don't need spiritual spring water to heal wounds! Unless the neck is broken, you can just find some herbs to apply on it. Why waste such a precious treasure? Why not sell it for money to exchange for ore!"
Wen Yun: “…”
Shen Xinghai actually thought that what he said was very true and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, we cultivators are as solid as rocks. A minor injury is nothing to worry about. Senior Brother Zhu, I wonder how much the spiritual spring water is worth? Can it be exchanged for a fire spirit stone for sword forging?"
Zhu Erchong also showed yearning in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I'll tell you a price, don't be scared."
He slowly extended a finger: "A piece of top-grade spiritual jade—"
Wen Yun thought that this thing was not expensive, and fortunately she did not waste too much of Ye Shubai's money, otherwise how long would it take for her to pay off her debts...
“One drop!”
A piece of top-grade spiritual jade, one drop
So... how many drops are needed for a bath
Wen Yun's expression gradually became sad. Whenever she thought about how she had taken a bath with top-grade spiritual jade, she felt that every piece of flesh in her body was aching.
Sure enough, she had been assimilated by the sword cultivators without realizing it, and became a truly stingy sword cultivator.
Wen Yun quickly snatched the wooden sword from Ye Shubai's hand, used a sword-controlling technique that he was still unfamiliar with to rise into the air, and shouted to the four men below: "Hurry up and get some spring water, what are you standing there for!"
Zhu Erchong was dumbfounded: "But we don't know where the spiritual spring is..."
Ye Shubai: "I know..."
Wen Yun had no expression on his face, but he was actually extremely anxious: "Let's fly first, I'll search slowly in the sky later!"
Ye Shubai: "I know in..."
Wen Yun: "Brother Ye, you fly the sword, and I will find the location of the spiritual spring!"
She was really in a hurry, so anxious that she had forgotten that he had gone to get the spiritual spring. Ye Shubai could only silently pick up his duty as the sword-riding mount again and silently take her to the direction of the spiritual spring.
Fortunately, the spiritual spring was nearby, so he didn't have to worry about her expending too much mental energy.
However, when they flew to the vicinity of the spiritual spring, they found a shirtless man standing by the spring.
He had his back to everyone, his clothes had been taken off, and he was lowering his head to untie his belt. It looked like he was planning to take a bath in the spiritual spring.
Before Wen Yun could see the scene over there clearly, Ye Shubai had already pushed her behind him, completely blocking her view.
"Don't look."
Wen Yun: "I haven't had time to see it yet..."
Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong roared angrily—
"You bastard! Pull your pants back to me!"