No matter how sensible a young child is, he or she still has some childishness in his or her heart. Even a mature child like Ye Shubai is no exception.
When he was nine years old, he carried his little friend in a bowl and slipped out of the valley. However, before he could see clearly how many peaks the Qingliu Sword Sect had, the four old sword immortals appeared behind him unexpectedly and took him back to the valley.
The consequence of his escape was that his masters felt that the homework they assigned to him was too little, so they added a lot of training content to him and at the same time began to formally teach him the two major sword techniques of the Qingliu Sword Sect.
The Qingyun sword technique focuses on killing moves, and the Liulan sword technique focuses on graceful body movements.
These two sets of sword techniques can only be learned by the direct disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect. Ye Shubai had taught Wen Yun before, but due to the tight schedule, he was not so detailed, so she still cannot use these two sets of sword techniques.
Of course, most of the swordsmanship she learned were actually memories brought by her original body. Therefore, although she used it skillfully, it was not her own thing after all, and it was not as handy as magic. But now it is different. Not only does she have plenty of time to relearn swordsmanship from the basics, but she can also follow Ye Shubai and learn from the four top swordsmen.
Although Wen Yun's attitude is usually casual, she will become extra focused and hardworking whenever she encounters a field that interests her. What's more, God has created a world for her where she can truly focus on her work... She has been following Ye Shubai like a ghost for hundreds of years, and Wu can't find her even if he wants to.
Ye Shubai stood in the valley practicing swordsmanship, and Wen Yun also followed suit, imitating the sword-holding posture.
Thinking that she is older than this little kid now and there is no way she can lose to him, she tries to do everything better than Ye Shubai.
The so-called good half point is -
The master asked Ye Shubai to practice swinging the sword ten thousand times, and Wen Yun tried his best to swing it ten thousand and one times.
In her memory world, she doesn't feel hungry or tired, she just feels numb.
As a result, just as Wen Yun finished his last swing, the young man standing in front of him was about to put away his sword, but for some reason he swung it twice more.
Wen Yun stared at him silently and sighed: "This unlucky child, he didn't even know that he counted wrong."
Days like this passed year after year, and Wen Yun numbly followed the little kid to learn how to become a qualified swordsman. He practiced the basic swordsmanship millions of times. Although his hands were empty, he always felt like he was holding a sword.
You know, her way of holding the wooden sword used to be a little weird, it was the standard staff holding posture.
On the contrary, Ye Shubai, who has grown into a handsome young man, can now use a sword-transforming move from time to time. The masters are very happy and finally praise him a few words.
The young man didn't show it on his face, but secretly he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. He tentatively swung out with the sword, and as expected, he used the sword intent to transform into a shape, and shredded the thatched pavilion where the masters often went to cool off into pieces.
The third master, who was still lying and sleeping in the pavilion, ran out with a roar on his head, half bald from being tortured, and began to educate his unfortunate apprentice with a stick.
Wen Yun, who was standing nearby, was delighted to see this. He thought to himself that he had been practicing for so long and wondered if he could perform a true sword-transforming move.
Thinking of this, he swung his sword, but the sea ahead was calm and not even a fallen leaf was blown away.
Wen Yun frowned, then remembered with a little disappointment that the current situation was special. She couldn't call on spiritual energy, so naturally she didn't know how her swordsmanship was going.
After nearly a hundred years had passed in Ye Shubai's memory space, he finally moved to another place.
Wen Yun followed Ye Shubai familiarly from the valley of Qingliu Sword Sect to the entrance of Xuantian Secret Realm. In his mind, he was still recalling the scene in which Ye Shubai transformed his sword into a shape and attacked at the sword debate, shocking everyone. He was very envious.
She was also very cool at the sword-fighting meeting, but Xie Mi'an, who had just made an embroidered pillow, was eliminated without giving others a chance to see her clearly.
Unlike Ye Shubai, who fought from beginning to end, showing his strength in all directions without any blind spots, those opponents were defeated before they could even force out his sword intent. Wen Yun also discovered that almost all the female cultivators and some male cultivators stared at Ye Shubai intently the whole time, and a young man from the Wan family even held a banner for him, which was very impressive.
After entering the Xuantian Secret Realm, the old rules still apply and everyone is thrown into a different place.
Wen Yun followed behind Ye Shubai, but saw that the other party stood still after entering the secret realm, as if he was shocked by the terrifyingly abundant spiritual power in the secret realm.
After a long time, Ye Shubai suddenly swung a sword towards the sky in front of him. Wen Yun felt no fluctuation in his heart. This unlucky child has been addicted to it since he used the sword to transform once, and he likes to practice it whenever he has nothing to do.
The spiritual energy surged towards Ye Shubai, and the power of the sword condensed into a dazzling light in the sky, and the colorful light from the fairyland overflowed above the entire Xuantian Secret Realm, which really looked like the vision when an immortal descended.
Wen Yun had a bold guess in his mind. Ye Shubai said that his opponents in that round all knelt at the entrance to pray for immortality. Could it be that...
As expected, after Ye Shubai used this frightening sword power to transform, a group of people swarmed over here.
With awe and ecstasy on their faces, they knelt devoutly under the sky.
"Disciple Ouyang, respectfully kowtows to the Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm."
"Disciple Xie Huaidan, I respectfully kowtow to the Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm, and only ask for the Immortal Lord to appear!"
Ye Shubai glanced at them with a puzzled look in his eyes, then flew away on his sword as if nothing had happened.
Behind him, those who were kneeling and knelt laughed coldly: "Oh, look at how arrogant he is. He even looked down upon the strange phenomena in the upper world. The test of the immortals just started and he was defeated!"
Wen Yun: “…”
She was certain that the reason why Ye Shubai was able to wipe out the Xuantian Secret Realm so easily back then was because he had done good things and misled that group of young cultivators. Later, when he mentioned this matter, he even had the nerve to pretend to be innocent!
Ye Shubai had no psychological burden at all. He was like a locust passing through a territory, sweeping away all kinds of treasures in the secret realm without any hesitation. Wherever he went, he cut down trees and dug mountains. He did not have the reserved appearance of a fairy young man at all.
Only when he saw the towering poinciana tree did he stop moving forward.
Wen Yun also raised her head and stared at the giant tree infatuatedly. This was the first time she saw a mature Delonix regia tree. It turned out that this was what it looked like when it grew up.
The branches and leaves are intertwined, the branches are dark as water, the leaves are red as fire, and when the leaves fall, they burn into ashes to nourish the tree body. Life and death go on and on in this cycle.
There seemed to be a clear sound coming from a string in her mind, and a mysterious force of the laws of heaven and earth suddenly appeared before her, but it seemed elusive as if separated by a layer of clouds and mist.
Wen Yun subconsciously raised his hand and moved it slightly in the direction of the fluttering leaves of the royal poinciana tree.
Ye Shubai on the other side also made the same move, holding the sharp sword and slowly slashing out -
It was dawn at this moment, the sky was not yet bright, and there was only a thin line between light and darkness. The sword swept past as if cutting off the thin line, and the sky suddenly became bright.
Wen Yun slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
She understood the laws of heaven and earth that Ye Shubai had comprehended at the beginning, and finally understood why he was able to be reborn from the dead with the help of the Delonix Regia.
The cycle of life and death is just a thought away; life is death, and death is also life.
This is…
The Avenue of Life and Death!
After Wen Yun realized the law of life and death with the help of the Delonix Regia, the scene in front of her eyes gradually began to disintegrate and collapse. The whole world was like a torn scroll, turning into blankness bit by bit.
Ye Shubai's memory actually ended here
She took a step forward and looked at the handsome and cool young man in front of her.
At that time, he had not yet experienced the great battle between good and evil, nor had he suffered the pain of being abandoned by the people. His eyes still carried the elegance and spirit of a young man, and the fluttering white clothes on his body looked like floating clouds rather than cold snow on the deep mountains.
How long had she been with him? Wen Yun couldn't remember.
She only watched him grow up gradually, and witnessed him transform from a child who couldn't even hold a sword steadily into the most unrestrained and uninhibited swordsman. In fact, she had always been with him on his journey forward, and it turned out that she had learned her swordsmanship along with him.
"Ye Shubai." Although Wen Yun knew that he couldn't hear her, she still called him with her eyes curved, bidding him farewell earnestly.
"See you in five hundred years."
The Xuantian Secret Realm was just as dark and gloomy as it was before she fell into her memory, and the thick, inky fog always lingered around her.
The moment he came back to his senses, Wen Yun was in a trance for a moment.
She had spent a hundred years somewhere else, and when she returned to reality, it seemed a little unreal.
Time went back to the moment when she entered his memory. It only took her this moment to read through his hundred years of memory.
In the mist, Yu Qinghong's body was dead, leaving only the evil cultivator's sinister voice echoing around him.
"Wait until I find the inner demon in the deepest part of your memory... During the great battle between good and evil, I will let you experience the fear and despair of having your Jade Infant gouged out thousands of times. I will let you..."
"Let me what?"
A cold male voice sounded, and Ye Shubai asked back.
"Let you... Huh? You woke up so quickly!"
It’s not that he was awake, but that he was not hurt at all by Yu Qinghong’s soul.
The evil cultivator wanted to bring out the most tragic memory in Ye Shubai's memory, draw out his inner demons and control him, and even wanted to take this opportunity to take over Ye Shubai's body.
After all, Yu Qinghong's physical body can no longer be used, and Ye Shubai's body is far superior to anyone else's. If he can take over Ye Shubai's body and take back those scattered jade babies, then he will have no worries about achieving the path of ascension!
However, Wen Yun reacted too quickly.
Moreover, even that evil cultivator had not expected that there was someone in this world whose soul strength could far surpass his own who had comprehended the laws of soul, and who could protect Ye Shubai so properly.
How can an ignorant magic cultivator understand the horror of a magician who completely ignores the tempering of the body and focuses on the soul
This narrow vision caused Ye Shubai to remain sober from beginning to end!
The strange voice that sounded neither male nor female became furious after a brief silence. Seeing that his previous plan had become a joke, he screamed hoarsely, "This is impossible! This is the law of heaven. This is an irresistible crushing of the soul. You can't break free!"
Neither Wen Yun nor Ye Shubai had any intention of explaining, and they worked together to attack again in the direction where the sound came from.
However, there was no shadow at all, and it was still an untouchable black fog.
"His spirit has left his body, and I'm afraid he wants to take over another body!"
Wen Yun hurriedly said this and flew towards her senior brothers. If the other party really took over her senior brothers' bodies, she would probably have to take action against those two faces!
As expected, the strange aura was rushing towards Zhu Erchong. Wen Yun did not hesitate to use his mental power to protect the three unconscious people on the ground, and paid close attention to his surroundings.
However, this demon cultivator had comprehended the laws of the soul, and his soul had left his body but he was still alive. Now he was invisible and intangible, and it was impossible to capture his movements at all.
The more critical the situation, the calmer Wen Yun becomes.
"Spirit...soul...evil spirit?"
Wen Yun gritted his teeth and shouted to Ye Shubai, "Bring the sword! Protect the law!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Shubai had already understood her intention. Without any hesitation, he threw the wooden sword in his hand at her, and then jumped to her side to attract the attention of the demon cultivator.
He was unable to use his spiritual power at the moment, and his magic skills were still low. After losing his sword, he was just a piece of fat meat in the eyes of the magic cultivators.
The soul that was originally attacking Zhu Erchong changed direction and attacked Ye Shubai directly.
"You're mine!"
"Let your mother go... What nonsense!" Wen Yun raised his hand to take the wooden sword and said angrily: "He is my sword spirit!"
As he spoke, he threw a thick stack of magic scrolls back at Ye Shubai.
The next moment, Wen Yun stood still with the wooden sword in her hand. She drew several arcs in the air with a strange but elegant posture. Her slightly pale lips opened and closed rapidly, and obscure dragon language murmured from her mouth.
There were gusts of cold wind behind him. Ye Shubai pursed his lips and kept dodging with his body. The magic scrolls in his hands exploded one after another, blocking the opponent's soul from rushing towards him.
Is it day or night
Wen Yun, who was trapped in the fog, had no way of knowing.
She only knew that even if it was dark night, she had to light it up into day this time!
The wand in her hand emitted a little golden light, and a sacred aura emerged from her body. The star array gradually turned from dim to dazzling, making her with black hair and black eyes look like the goddess of light.
Wen Yun's expression was solemn, his voice was extremely light and peaceful, and he recited the last part of this advanced light spell in Dragon Language -
“…May the God of Light grant believers the power to dispel evil spirits.”
"Holy Light Sanction!"
The star array suddenly burst into a light comparable to the sun, and the black fog as thick as ink was still resisting stubbornly. One after another, piercing screams erupted from it, as if coming from the depths of the soul. This light seemed to bring him great pain.
Wen Yun was also gritting her teeth and holding on. The sound contained an extremely strong soul attack. She used her mental power to protect others while continuing to use the Holy Light Punishment. At this moment, it seemed as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing her mind, making her almost faint from the pain.
The black fog was desperately spreading in an attempt to suppress the golden holy light, but the holy light never went out. It was like a stubborn star, gradually burning into a sun in the darkness.
One black and one gold, and thus began a long tug-of-war.
At this moment of stalemate, another weaker light magic power quietly intertwined with Wen Yun's, pushing her forward.
Wen Yun burst out with all his strength without hesitation.
The holy light suddenly illuminated the black fog, shining under the sky of the entire Xuantian Secret Realm, like the scorching sun falling on ice and snow. With the extremely shrill scream of the demon cultivator, all the black fog quickly melted and dissipated.
The black fog disappeared, and the world returned to its previous clarity.
Neither the strange demon cultivator nor the giant python and Xie Xun could be found anywhere, as if they had evaporated along with the black fog.
However, Wen Yun was no longer able to continue tracking the whereabouts of the demon cultivator. At this moment, her mental strength was completely drained, and she only held on because of her willpower. After the fight was over, her feet suddenly went soft and she fell heavily to the ground.
However, what greeted her was not the cold ground, but an embrace with warm body temperature.
Wen Yun felt dizzy again and again, and she completely lost her strength. She couldn't see the figure in front of her clearly, but the familiar breath made her feel at ease and leave her back to him.
Of course she knew that this was Ye Shubai, and she also knew where the fragrance on his body came from.
That was a white plum tree he had planted when he was a child. At first, it was as crooked and thin as he was, but later, under his careful care, it grew taller than he was. Every late winter, the tree would be full of white plum blossoms, which were whiter than snow.
The fourth master was a female cultivator. She made sachets out of white plums and hung them on Ye Shubai's scabbard. She made a new one every year. Wen Yun was very envious, but he could only watch and not get anything. He could only lie under the white plum tree in winter, smelling the fragrance and listening to the masters' countless instructions to the young man.
She was still very envious of Ye Shubai at that time.
Wen Yun sniffed the familiar fragrance in his arms. His lips were pale and almost bloodless, but the corners of his lips still showed a proud arc: "That's the punishment of Holy Light. Isn't it powerful?"
Ye Shubai helped her steady herself and praised her generously: "Very good."
Wen Yun didn't seem to hear Ye Shubai's reply. She had been talking to herself for the past hundred years, so this time she was talking to herself out of habit: "That's what I learned from peeping on the top of the Temple of Light for half a year. If you want to learn it, I'll teach you... But you have to get me a..."
Get a fat fish, the kind that is raised with the Qigong Pill.
Unfortunately, before he could finish this sentence, Wen Yun's head had quietly fallen into his arms and he fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Yun woke up by the smell of grilled fish.
She opened her eyes immediately after tasting it for a hundred years. Just as she was about to turn over, she felt a splitting headache and had to continue lying down.
"Junior Sister Wen, you're awake... Oh my god, my head hurts as if some jerk has been beating on it for a year."
Zhu Erchong was cursing, and Wen Yun then realized that there were three people lying near him.
The two senior brothers were lying at his feet, and not far away lay Jiang Si with a blank look in his eyes, muttering something.
That’s great! It seems that none of those silly brothers have been possessed.
Bao Pilong was still heartless, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Ye said that our spirits were damaged, and it is normal to have a headache for a few days. It is worth celebrating that we have not become stupid."
Wen Yun lay flat on the ground, not daring to move any more. He endured the headache and warned: "You need to be more careful next time."
Zhu Erchong sighed and said gloomily, "We didn't expect Yu Qinghong to be a demon cultivator. That's why we fell for his trick. Junior Sister Wen, I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble again."
However, because Junior Sister Wen had worried about him many times, Zhu Erchong no longer had much psychological burden this time. As the saying goes, a hero saves a beauty, it is also reasonable for a female hero to save a male beauty.
He could also smell the aroma of grilled fish, so he called out expectantly, "Junior Brother Ye, is the fish cooked?"
No one answered him, only the aroma of grilled fish was getting closer.
A string of golden and crispy roasted spirit fish was handed to him, and then... passed around Zhu Erchong and was handed to Wen Yun's mouth.
She blinked and met Ye Shubai's gaze.
He brought the fish closer and said in a calm and concise voice, "It's not spicy."
Wen Yun opened her mouth and took a bite. The grilled fish she had been longing for for hundreds of years finally entered her mouth. The aroma and the satisfying feeling she felt when the meat entered her mouth almost made her cry with excitement.
This is meat, this is the taste of food, it turns out grilled fish can be so delicious!
Her eyes were shining, and even the sequelae of Kong Lan were almost cured. After licking a small piece of fish meat from the corner of her mouth, she looked at Ye Shubai with emotion: "How did you know I wanted to eat grilled fish?"
She had just asked casually and had no intention of getting an answer from Ye Shubai.
Who would have thought that he looked at Wen Yun meaningfully, and actually spoke in a serious tone: "You said three hundred and forty-two times that you wanted to eat grilled fish."
"No way, I never said..."
Wen Yun's voice stopped abruptly. She looked at Ye Shubai with a strange expression and realized something belatedly.
She did say many times that she wanted to eat grilled fish, but that was in Ye Shubai's memory world, because she had not had anything to eat at that time and could only stare at the group of fat fish all day long. She had already grilled them hundreds of times verbally.
"Can you see me? Can you hear what I say?"
But this situation couldn't happen. It was just his memory. She didn't travel through time and space to visit Ye Shubai's childhood.
Ye Shubai naturally brought the fish meat with the bones removed to her lips and said in a light voice: "I didn't know it at the time, but you will know it after you come out."
It turns out that a moment is a hundred years.
Her appearance in his world of memories did not change the progress of anything. A hundred years of past events were like a landscape painting, the mountains were still mountains, and the water was still water.
But she had been here, so a new cloud was added to the picture.
Before she came, every time he thought back to his boyhood, he thought of it as boring and repetitive training, and he spent a hundred years alone.
After she came, all his memories were redrawn, and there was an additional figure in every picture.
The man was afraid of hurting his soul, so he was willing to endure a hundred years of solitude and stayed by his side like a shadow. He had protected him from the wind and rain, practiced swordsmanship with him, and always kept talking about eating the fish he raised.
Ye Shubai lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Yun quietly for a long time. He whispered, "Long time no see."
Wen Yun was stunned for a moment, but being smart, she quickly understood the cause and effect of all this.
She chuckled softly, her eyes falling from his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth. Every detail of his appearance was delicate and elegant, just like the boy she was most familiar with.
"Yeah, long time no see, Ye Shubai."