The Wan family is so welcoming, no wonder they have managed to run Wanbao Pavilion into the best shopping mall in the world.
Wan Baocai's eyebrows and eyes were full of respect and excitement. He led Wen Yun and Ye Shubai to the exit, and he promised as he walked: "The ancestors of my Wan family are waiting for you two on Chuixue Island. If any old man dares to touch you two, we will never let it go. By the way, the portrait of Elder Ye is still in my Wan family's ancestral home. Would you two like to go and pay homage together when the time comes?"
Wen Yun wasn't quite sure what Ye Shubai was feeling at the moment, but she had to work very hard to hide the smile on her lips.
She quietly looked at Ye Shubai's face beside her. Coincidentally, he also lowered his head at this moment. His clear eyes, like a deep pool, looked at her calmly, with a very faint sense of helplessness in them, but he still did not say anything to stop her and still let her make trouble.
Only when he reached the water mirror did he whisper a reminder: "Be careful."
After saying that, he put the wooden sword in her hand, then walked past Wen Yun and entered in front of her.
Wen Yun pursed his lips, holding the sword in one hand and the random teleportation scroll hidden in his sleeve in the other, and followed closely.
This water mirror also implies the laws of space, and the energy in it seems to come from the Xuantian Secret Realm itself, rather than from the opener.
However, before Wen Yun could comprehend the mystery, the environment she was in suddenly changed. The spiritual energy seemed to be drained away and became extremely thin. The scene in front of her also changed from the previous lush mountains and forests to a desolate sandy land, with only a few trees in the distance.
This is different from the hundreds of scenarios Wen Yun had imagined.
Jiang Si, who stepped out first, stuck his broadsword diagonally into the sand, looked around, and said to Qian Lishen, "Fellow Daoist Qian, I thought your Chuixue Island was elegant and refined everywhere, but it turns out there are such shabby places?"
Qian Lishen looked around blankly, and this time he even forgot to retort to Jiang Si.
The young monk Wu Chen clasped his hands together and advised: "Donor Jiang, success comes from diligence and thrift, and failure comes from extravagance. The myriad things in this world are like dust. The so-called elegance and ugliness are just a matter of one's thoughts."
The monks of Tianyin Temple are all ascetics who advocate frugality and naturalness. They enjoy a very high reputation in the mundane world. Ordinary people do not know the so-called three major sects and four major surnames, but they know the good reputation of Tianyin Temple.
It's a pity that Xiao Wuchen is facing a group of vulgar people, especially the three vulgar people of swords and knives.
Jiang Si crossed his arms over his chest and answered honestly, "Buddhist Wuchen, I've been looking at this for a long time, but I still think it's shabby."
The little monk's childish face turned red with anxiety: "Donor Jiang..."
Zhu Erchong followed up and agreed, "Blowing Snow Island is so poor. Qian Lishen, you just laughed at us for being poor, but it turns out that you formation cultivators are much poorer than us sword cultivators."
Bao Pilong, who had already developed a perfect tacit understanding with his senior brother, said, "Hey, Senior Brother Zhu, it's wrong for you to expose others' shortcomings like this. In fact, we have already seen that Fellow Daoist Qian only wears the same clothes over and over again. Well, we sword cultivators at least have several sets of clothes to change into, right, Junior Sister Wen?"
Even though sword cultivators always wear white clothes, these white clothes are different. For example, the one he wore yesterday had torn cuffs, and the one he wore today has a hole in the collar. If you look closely, you can see that these are two sets of clothes!
Qian Lishen gnashed his teeth and said, "Country bumpkins, this is a vestment, you know nothing!"
Wen Yun now felt very sympathetic towards Qian Lishen.
She always wears the skirt that Ye Shubai bought for her. It's not that she doesn't have a change of clothes, but as Qian Lishen said, this is a high-level robe. The clothes have their own cleaning spirit array, so they are always kept clean and tidy, and there is no need to change them at all.
But no matter how much she sympathized with him, she couldn't argue with her senior brother for an outsider, so when Bao Pilong asked for her approval, Wen Yun nodded without any regret: "Senior brother is right!"
Qian Lishen dares to be mean to everyone, but he becomes timid when facing Wen Yun.
He stared at Wen Yun dimly, opened his lips, swallowed back the harsh words that were about to come out, and said coldly: "All of you shut up, this is not our Fubuki Island at all!"
Qian Lishen strode forward, grabbed the wet sand on the beach, and snorted: "The area around my Chuixue Island is thousands of miles away and there is clean white sand. Look, this is black sand. This is not Chuixue Island at all!" After speaking, he did not forget to look at Wen Yun.
However, Wen Yun didn't see this way of trying to prove that there was nothing wrong with him. She murmured in a low voice, "Qian Zhenzi's skills are too poor. He even got the exit location wrong."
Qian Lishen: "... Fellow Daoist Wen, please show some respect to our Chuixue Island."
Wen Yun didn't want to debate with him about Chuixue Island's abilities. She was only concerned about where her senior brother Shen and that evil cultivator had gone.
"This place is strange. We might as well go and see if there is anyone nearby and find out where it is before making any plans."
Everyone had no objection to Wen Yun's proposal, and several people quickly dispersed to look for local people nearby. However, some used swords and some used talismans to drive away the enemies, but after flying around in the sky, they couldn't find a single person. Not to mention people, there were not even many living things. The whole island was like a dead place.
Wen Yun stood on the sword and thought for a moment, then whispered, "It looks like a deserted island. There's only sea all around, and I can't tell where I am. This is troublesome..."
She sighed, but saw Ye Shubai beside her with a frown on his face, staring at the deserted island below with a serious expression.
Wen Yun, who had already had a tacit understanding with him, was of course clear about this man's character and immediately looked in the direction he was looking.
Wen Yun narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw something strange.
“This island is so long.”
Ye Shubai hummed. Even someone who hadn't ascended to heaven could sense this. Wen Yun's words were nonsense.
However, she continued, "This island looks flat from east to west, but it is actually rugged. The surrounding sea is full of reefs. It is a must-pass place when going north or south. The spiritual energy on this island is extremely weak, and most people cannot fly a sword for too long. Therefore, if you want to travel back and forth, you must go to the island and walk."
Ye Shubai's frown gradually relaxed. He turned his head to look at Wen Yun. The girl's expression was as peaceful as ever, even still lazily, but the few words she said casually were the key to this island.
He placed his hands behind Wen Yun's back without leaving any trace, and controlled the wooden sword to fall to the ground.
"If I remember correctly, this island is one of the borders between the good and evil worlds."
Ye Shubai held down the hem of his clothes that was blown up by the wind with one hand, and pointed his sword in the other hand to the front of Wen Yun: "Keep going this way, the spiritual energy will become denser, and you can reach Fubuki Island."
He turned around and pointed in another direction: "Going over there is the outer sea that is rarely visited by the righteous. The spiritual energy there is thin and weak, and it is the habitat of the demonic cultivators."
"Back then, the demon cultivators were completely defeated here. This island was the site of the final battle."
Not only did Wen Yun, an outsider, know nothing about these things, but even the native cultivators stared at Ye Shubai in bewilderment: "Why don't we know these things?"
Wen Yun sneered and thought to himself, of course you young fools don't know, because your ancestors only took the credit for themselves, and only wanted to vaguely cover up the details of repelling the demon cultivators, so they dare not mention it again.
Ye Shubai didn't even need to speak, Wan Baocai, who had been standing behind him, spoke respectfully: "It is true. I heard my ancestors talk about it several times when I was young, but I never saw it. I never thought that one day I would be able to stand on this place that witnessed heroes and history!"
His eyes were full of cherishment. He bent down and scooped up a handful of black sand from his feet, sighing: "I will take this back to show it to my ancestors. They are gone, but these are the traces left by those years!"
Wen Yun thought about it and decided not to say that the person is not only alive, but is also staring at you to remember him.
Qian Lishen sneered disdainfully, and then said suspiciously: "Since this place is close to Chuixue Island, it means that this exit was not opened by the ancestor, then this..."
"I'm afraid it was opened by a demon cultivator." Wen Yun slowly said his guess: "The demon cultivator was seriously injured. If I'm not mistaken, this formation was also opened by one of their people. Now it is estimated that they have fled to the open sea."
As expected, Jiang Si, who was far away, also returned at this time, and said with a stern expression: "Everyone, I just found a place with enough spiritual energy at the other end, and I can finally use the communication jade slip. I asked my family members, but I heard that the seniors are now in Qingliu Sword Sect, not in Chuixue Island, and they have never heard of the opening of the exit!"
Jiang Si's words further confirmed Wen Yun's guess.
"It turns out that the demon cultivator really got in!"
The young monk Wuchen hurried forward, clasped his hands together and said, "This is a serious matter. I need to return to Tianyin Temple as soon as possible to report this matter to Master. I am afraid I cannot go with the other donors to look for Donor Shen. I hope you can forgive me."
Not only him, but several others also had the same plan. After all, this matter was really complicated, and the communication jade slip sometimes worked and sometimes didn't work at sea, so they had to go back and talk in person.
Seeing people leaving one after another, in the end only Zhu Erchong, Bao Pilong, and Wan Baocai were still standing there.
Zhu Erchong held the sword, showing no intention of leaving. He shouted, "Junior Brother Shen must have been taken to the sea. I will bring him back now!"
He then pointed at the other three fellow disciples as a matter of course, and said solemnly: "Junior brothers and sisters, the three of you quickly return to the sect to report this matter to the sect leader, and wait for me to return!"
He was talking about returning, but his last four words already implied death.
Wen Yun sighed.
She looked at Zhu Erchong and said seriously, "You just heard from Senior Brother Ye that the spiritual energy in the outer sea is very thin. A cultivator can't even fly a sword there. I'm afraid you'll die if you go there."
Zhu Erchong showed no intention of retreating. He raised his head and laughed loudly, saying domineeringly: "Behind the mountain gate, you will have the protection of the masters from various peaks, but once you leave the mountain gate, our Qingliu Sword Sect will be one. I, Zhu Erchong, am the eldest senior brother, so I will take back as many of you as I brought out of here. No one can be left behind!"
He spoke the last six words with great force.
Bao Pilong was also excited and took a step forward: "I'll go with you!" He turned his head and looked at Wen Yun and Ye Shubai, and said earnestly: "Junior Brother Ye, Junior Sister Wen, you two are still young and should not take risks. The matter of returning to the sect to report the news will be left to you two."
The two men seemed to have made up their minds long ago. They were usually so stingy that they would not even spend an extra piece of spiritual jade, but now they solemnly took off the mustard seed bag from their waists and stuffed it into Wen Yun's hands.
"We may not be able to return, Junior Sister Wen, I still have some spiritual jades saved for my beloved sword. Don't just use a piece of wood to carve the sword. Use the spiritual jade to forge a sword."
Bao Pilong also stepped forward and gave the half-worn mustard seed sac to Ye Shubai.
"Junior Brother Ye, although we have only known each other for a short time, your swordsmanship has really broadened my horizons. Take it, you deserve a good sword!"
Ye Shubai lowered his eyes, holding the mustard seed sac in his palm, his expression difficult to discern.
Wen Yun, who was beside him, chuckled, holding the mustard seed capsule, turned his head slightly to look at him, and asked seriously: "There is still hope, right?"
She had been with Ye Shubai for so long, so she could naturally see that his feelings towards Qingliu Sword Sect were extremely complicated.
It is true that this is the sect that raised him, but it is also the sect that betrayed and sold out him. He is proud and righteous in his heart, so he will not blame these younger generations for the evil things done by the elders, but he also cannot be as blameless and resentful as a saint.
But he never expected that out of that pool of smelly old mud, there would grow people with the same clear and proud character as him.
The Qingliu Sword Sect finally welcomed a group of disciples who were worthy of its name.
"Um."
Ye Shubai responded softly, his left hand still holding the mustard seed sac, but his right hand slowly raised the sword. A flash of sword light appeared, as invisible as a breeze, but it knocked Bao Pilong and Zhu Erchong to the ground.
"Take them both back." Ye Shubai turned to Wan Baocai and said in a cold voice, "Thank you for your trouble."
Wan Baocai was already dumbfounded. Although he had been instilled with the idea of "my benefactor is the best in the world and his swordsmanship is superb" by his ancestors since he was a child and he believed it without a doubt, he did not expect that Ye Xiaobai was so strong!
He is worthy of being my grandson!
He swiftly took out a magic spirit boat, which was just big enough to accommodate three people.
"Are you two going to look for Fellow Daoist Shen?"
Ye Shubai said nothing, but silently flew up on his sword. Wen Yun, who was beside him, also jumped up and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Wan, I'll leave all my brothers in your care."
Seeing that the two of them were about to go back to the open sea, Wan Bao said anxiously: "You haven't gone to pay respects to the three uncles yet!"
Wen Yun smiled and said, "Let them wait."
Wan Baocai was still shouting from below: "And, and, you haven't gone to pay homage to Elder Ye yet! If you come back, remember to come to my Wan family's ancestral home!"
But the two men had already flown away to unknown waters. He thought that his benefactor might not be able to hear what he said.
However, from afar, a cold voice was blown back to Wan Baocai's ears by the wind.
"good."
He agreed.
"Second Brother, what are you eating?"
"The new duck sent by the Wan family is roasted to a crispy outside and tender inside. It tastes great. Would you like to try it?"
As Xu Wanfeng spoke, he picked up a piece of duck meat, dipped it carefully in the sauce, and then carefully wrapped it with a pancake crust and fed it to the dark-skinned Bai Yushan: "Come, eat."
However, Bai Yushan turned his head away and said sullenly, "I won't eat. Now my master and Junior Sister Wen are nowhere to be found. I can't eat!"
He originally wanted to arouse his senior brother's conscience by saying this, but Xu Wanfeng took the opportunity to put the spirit duck directly into his mouth while he was talking.
“Is it delicious?”
Bai Yushan had a gloomy face, but after chewing twice, his expression softened a little: "Not bad."
"Then just eat with peace of mind." Xu Wanfeng's peach blossom eyes were all smiling. While wrapping the duck with dough, he advised: "Now those old dogs are still looking for us in the sect. Master and Junior Sister Wen will definitely be fine."
"And since Junior Sister Wen secretly left us a letter, she must have anticipated the current situation. Besides, it's OK if you don't trust Junior Sister Wen, but you can't possibly doubt Master, right?"
After these words came out, Bai Yushan's expression lightened up a little: "That's right, how could Master be secretly murdered by those old dogs?"
So he took a duck leg and gnawed it with peace of mind. As he gnawed, he suddenly remembered: "Oh, Second Senior Brother, I only know that Junior Sister Wen left a letter in the firewood room saying that Master has now come out of retreat and is accompanying her, asking us to quickly take the gifts and flee, but..."
It was rare for his third junior brother to talk so much today, so Xu Wanfeng encouraged him with a smile: "But what?"
"But you don't usually go to the woodshed, so how did you know there was a letter hidden there?"
"..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xu Wanfeng's face, and then he stuffed duck meat into Bai Yushan's mouth enthusiastically: "You are still talking so much while eating, what are you talking about! Shut up and eat yours!"
Why did Xu Wanfeng know that Wen Yun hid the letter in the woodshed
This matter involved far-reaching issues, but Wen Yun had already reminded Senior Sister Meng Ran before the sword-fighting conference that if something happened to him and he disappeared at the conference, she should remember to notify the senior brothers from the Tenth Peak to look for him. She was afraid that her affairs would implicate the three senior brothers from the Tenth Peak, so she made preparations early.
Senior Sister Meng Ran did not know anyone from the Tenth Peak, but her master, Master Zi Yun, did! What was even more subtle was that she had a close relationship with someone from the Tenth Peak.
When Wen Yun was still at the Tenth Peak, he often saw Master Ziyun and Xu Wanfeng watching the sunrise and falling flowers together, talking about life and ideals, and they were very close.
As a result, something really happened. When the three brothers heard that Ye Shubai was actually following Wen Yun, they immediately packed up their belongings and ran away...
In fact, they were not valuables. They emptied the entire Tenth Peak overnight. In order to move the mountain, the wicked Xu Wanfeng even gave Yue Xingzhou half a pot of wine. After getting drunk, the eldest brother showed amazing strength. He chopped down all the trees and left only a bare mountain.
The three of them traveled overnight, originally intending to rush to Fubuki Island to help their master and sister, but they met the ancestor of the Wan family halfway, and were half invited and half captured by the other party and taken to the Wan family's ancestral home.
They stayed there for more than half a month, and at first the three of them thought they were doomed.
The result was unexpected. Instead of notifying those old dogs, the Wan family said they would help them find out the whereabouts of their master.
The Wan family's intelligence network is unmatched. The three of them didn't know where to find anyone for a moment, so they simply stayed here and waited for news.
During this period, the Wan family treated them with delicious food and drinks. The accommodation and food were all luxurious, which these poor sword cultivators could never imagine...
For example, this Ling duck tastes better than the crane from the First Peak!
Xu Wanfeng sighed, picked up a piece of tender duck meat and put it into his mouth with emotion. When he was about to savor it carefully, a person suddenly approached from outside.
“Stop eating!”
The one who came in was Yue Xingzhou. His face was no longer as gentle and approachable as usual, and his expression was as solemn as if covered with frost and snow: "The Wan family just sent someone to say that two sword cultivators from the Qingliu Sword Sect are looking for us."
Bai Yushan immediately jumped up and said in surprise: "It must be Master and Junior Sister!"
"No, they are two male sword cultivators."
Could it be... Liu Zhengxu and Grand Elder Ouyang? Did the Wan family betray them, or did those two old dogs finally come to their door
The three of them looked at each other, and finally they all clenched their swords. The spiritual power in their dantian began to gather, and they walked outside with great vigilance.
However, as soon as they stepped outside, they felt relieved.
The person who came was Wan Baocai, the young master of the Wan family. His face was pale, as if he had just landed and rushed here. The two people lying at his feet were indeed dressed as disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect, but the two of them snored louder than each other, and their strength was only at the Jindan level...
Just two dishes that were totally non-threatening.
"Greetings, three great-grandmasters." Wan Baocai saluted hastily. He had indeed just gotten off the spirit boat and was not feeling well. He did not care about etiquette and simply recounted everything that had happened in the Xuantian Secret Realm.
Finally, he said solemnly: "Senior Brother Ye and Junior Sister Wen are determined to go to the outer sea to rescue people, so I had to come back to report the news. I also ask the three old seniors to rescue them quickly!"
In the past, the three words "senior" alone would have been enough to make Xu Wanfeng angry for a long time, but this time his attention was all focused on the other three words.
"Brother Ye?"
"Yes, it is Ye Xiaobai, Senior Brother Ye!" Wan Baocai showed admiration on his face: "As expected of the grandson of the old senior, Senior Brother Ye is extremely powerful. When he drew his sword, his demeanor made me feel as if I saw my benefactor in a painting..."
"Ye...Xiaobai?"
The three people had strange looks on their faces and repeated this outrageous name.
Wan Baocai was still savoring the invincibility of Ye Shubai's last sword. Seeing the strange expressions on the faces of the three people opposite him, he quickly bowed and pleaded for Senior Brother Ye: "Three great-grandmasters, Senior Brother Ye Xiaobai is truly the pride of our generation. He was in a hurry to go out to save people, not to deliberately avoid coming to see you. Please don't punish him!"
"… "
Young man, do you know what you are saying? You are trying to get the three of us to be struck by lightning. Do you know that
Even Xu Wanfeng, who usually loves to smile, turned pale, not to mention Yue Xingzhou and Bai Yushan.
Wan Baocai saw the three people's faces, on the one hand, he was suppressed by their cultivation in the Spiritualization Stage and sweated profusely, on the other hand, he was moved by Ye Xiaobai's spirit of sacrificing himself to save others, and bit the bullet to comfort him: "Three seniors... Senior Brother Ye is not a person who disrespects his ancestors and seniors. Before he left, he said that he would return to the Wan family to pay tribute to Senior Ye."
"… "
The three brothers were really speechless. Finally, Yue Xingzhou spoke reluctantly: "Let's go. Since our master and the others have gone to the outer sea, we must hurry to lend a helping hand."
Bai Yushan called out the giant sword without saying a word and flew up on the sword.
Neither of them looked at Wan Baocai, who was sweating profusely from nervousness, and flew out.
Xu Wanfeng also drew his sword and stood up. Finally, he lowered his head and stared at Wan Baocai with a complicated expression and sighed.
"Youngsters of the Wan family, please burn the portrait of our master before we return, and stop offering sacrifices and burning incense to him."
I'm afraid that if you continue to burn incense, we'll all be finished!