A true mage never looks back at an explosion. He always detonates one explosion and then quickly flees the scene to avoid being caught and beaten.
The night wind was as cool as water, blowing away all the sweat that had just come out of the nervousness.
Wen Yun threw away the big fur hat on his head, and his hair was torn loose and flew wildly in the rustling wind. His eyebrows and eyes were full of unstoppable smiles.
She held Ye Shubai's waist tightly, listened to the roar of the mountains and the sea gradually receding behind her, and composed a poem in a chic manner -
"Bright moonlight above my head, warm cloud magic wand."
The first sentence was fine, but the second sentence almost made Ye Shubai choke.
Wen Yun, who was in a poetic mood, pondered for a moment and continued: "May I ask who can run away faster? My sword spirit is the strongest."
Ye Shubai: “…”
Where on earth did she learn these strange things? If I continue to listen, I am afraid I will never be able to remember what the original sentence is.
Although he doesn't have much spiritual power to mobilize now, he can still speed up the flying sword.
So, after another gust of cold wind blew, he stepped on the flying sword and suddenly accelerated, starting to race with the night wind.
Wen Yun, whose flying skills were already poor, lost his balance and had no time to recite those messy poems. He quickly reached out and hugged his strong waist tightly.
"Slow down, slow down, the sword is dizzy!"
"You just praised me for being fast, how could I let you down?"
Ye Shubai's tone was as serious as usual, but sometimes it was too serious, making people inexplicably feel that he was deliberately being sarcastic.
Wen Yun's mind has always worked quickly, especially when facing Ye Shubai.
After all, in a sense, he was someone she had watched grow up. Normally, he wouldn't go against her like this and deliberately say something sinister.
There's something wrong with this man.
She hugged his waist tightly and stretched her neck to observe his expression.
From Wen Yun's perspective, he could only glimpse half of his profile, his thick mascara, his high nose bridge, and his slightly pursed lips...
She belatedly asked, "You don't seem very happy?"
Ye Shubai naturally refused to admit it. He just silently controlled the sword to fly forward, and when passing by the inn, he suddenly threw two magic crystals down.
In the night sky, the two magic crystals reflected a dazzling light, but also contained extremely strong dark power. They penetrated the roof from the air and fell, and then smashed directly into the corner of the animal pen.
The two demon wolves were still curled up together sleeping when the chains around their necks suddenly broke.
They looked up blankly, but only smelled a familiar scent passing by, and subconsciously jumped out of the animal pen to chase after it.
The demon cultivators had captured and tamed many wild beasts of all kinds as mounts. In addition, something had happened in the west of the city, so everyone was rushing there to find out what was going on. The east side of the city was also deserted, so the two black wolves were able to gallop across the streets more freely than ever before.
So they ran all the way to the east, stepped on the soft carpet, jumped over the wooden fence, ran out of the high wall made of black stone, and finally looked at the dense woods.
After following humans for too long, this is the first time I have entered my original birthplace without anyone to lead me.
They were both eager and afraid, but the threat from their domestication as wolf cubs kept them from moving rashly.
At this moment, two plump spiritual chickens suddenly fell from the sky and flew straight into the dense forest. The girl who always loved to rub their ears spoke in a brisk voice—
"Go back, don't let me catch you again!"
After releasing the two mounts that had worked hard for several days back to the forest and giving them two helicopter chickens as a reward, Wen Yun and Ye Shubai fled quickly towards the remnant village without any burden.
Of course, Wen Yun’s straight girl asked questions halfway through—
"Ye Shubai, why are you unhappy?"
"I don't."
"Oh, Ye Shubai is not unhappy, then why is Ye Xiaobai unhappy?"
"… "
"Smile, your great master, Master Mage Wen Yun, is just trying to make you happy."
Ye Shubai remained silent until he landed in the familiar dense forest. After making sure that no one was chasing him, he turned around and looked at Wen Yun quietly, without saying a word.
The cold and soft moonlight fell on his shoulders through the gaps between the branches and leaves, making the expression on his face difficult to discern. His snow-white clothes looked even more desolate and lonely in the moonlight.
Wen Yun looked at him with some doubts. Ever since she met Ye Shubai, he had always been cold and emotionless, as if no matter how big the event was, he could not get excited at all. He was so serious and rigid that it was boring. Until she got out of his hundred-year memory, perhaps because they were old acquaintances, he finally had some worldly emotions in his eyes, even though he still looked like an unattainable immortal.
For example, she could tell whether he was happy or unhappy, and he would occasionally chat with her about some meaningless trivial things.
But now, he became the same person she had seen him at the beginning, walking alone in the snow, with him alone in the world.
It is as cold and sparse as the snow on the distant mountains that can never be touched.
Wen Yun was not one to keep things to herself, so she said directly: "If you are unhappy about something, just tell me, and I will change it if I can."
If it can't be changed... then don't be unhappy.
Of course, the latter sentence must never be uttered.
Ye Shubai said calmly, "I'm fine."
After saying this, he took a step forward and opened his hands towards Wen Yun, revealing the two things he had been holding in them.
One is a brocade box, and the other is... that small piece of dragon bone.
After returning the two items to Wen Yun, he said calmly: "Let's go. It's not convenient right now. I will heal his wounds after we return to the Four Continents. Don't worry."
Ye Shubai realized that the staff spirit was seriously injured, and he had comprehended the law of life and death, so he should be able to heal it with the power of the law. However, his cultivation was limited and he could not use it.
He tried hard to brush away the inexplicable emotions in his heart, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the remnant village.
However, Wen Yun hurriedly grabbed his wrist and said, "Wait!"
She couldn't even wait for this moment. She really cared about the staff spirit. Although she never mentioned where she came from, it was obvious that this staff spirit was her long-term companion.
And he was just a passerby who met by chance.
Ye Shubai lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembled suddenly, casting a shadow on his eyelids.
Somehow, he suddenly felt a dull pain at the tip of his heart. This feeling was strange and uncomfortable to him.
He spoke with difficulty: "Okay, then I will..."
"Give me your hand now!" Wen Yun pulled his hand in front of her eyes and looked at his palm in the bright moonlight.
Just now she had sensed from her sword that the unfortunate little fire dragon was extremely excited, and it was still howling in her spiritual sea of consciousness. Sure enough, its flames leaked out and burned Ye Shubai's palm!
Wen Yun and the dragon bone staff have soul imprints, so they won't be hurt no matter how the little fire dragon spit fire or bites them. But Ye Shubai is different. Even though he has extraordinary cultivation and ordinary attacks can't hurt him at all, this is the dragon's flame!
This unlucky dragon is one of the bloodlines left by the gods in the world according to legend!
Wen Yun carefully blew away the fire bubble on Ye Shubai's palm, then rummaged through the mustard seed sac and finally brought out a large water jar.
Ye Shubai thought this thing looked familiar: "Is this spiritual spring water?"
Without even looking up, she scooped out a bucket of water and poured it on Ye Shubai's hands. She nodded, "Yes, this is still Senior Brother Bao Pilong's jar."
He shrank back a little uncomfortably when she pulled his hand like this: "Don't worry about it."
"How can you not care? Such a beautiful hand was burned by this unfortunate thing. If the master doesn't feel sorry for you, who will?"
Obviously, the word "unlucky thing" irritated Charmander. The way she cared for her new love in front of her old love further angered the dragon. Therefore, the mental imprint left by the dragon bone staff cursed and raged in Wen Yun's spiritual sea of consciousness.
Wen Yun flicked the dragon bone with his backhand, and acted like a master: "You bastard, if you bully my sword spirit again, you will completely lose favor!"
Ye Shubai's hand, which had been pulled back, did not move. He stood there calmly, allowing Wen Yun to carefully bandage the wound on his hand. When she asked him gently if it still hurt, he looked away uncomfortably and said softly, "Not bad."
Then the piece of keel was mercilessly bounced again.
The roar of the evil dragon began to repeat madly in Wen Yun's spiritual sea of consciousness.
I don’t know why, but after bandaging Ye Shubai’s wound, he seemed to be better again from his originally depressed mood.
Wen Yun thought, maybe he was hurt by the little red dragon, so he looked unhappy
You unlucky thing, someone saved you but you burned them!
Thinking of this, Longgu was hit twice more on the way back to the village of the survivors.
Charmander: Judging from the current situation, I have fallen out of favor.
The entrance to the remnant village was as hidden as ever, and the magic and spirit formations arranged by Wen Yun around it were not damaged at all and were well preserved.
Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "It seems that Heishi and Ah Xiu are quite good. They actually caught that demon cultivator."
As they talked, she and Ye Shubai had already approached the ancient tree. Just as they were stepping on a fallen leaf, a clear shout like thunder rang out from the plain -
"Enemy attack!"
Then, another young man's voice sounded.
"Look at the sword, the devil, death is like the wind, always with me!"
As the voice fell, two young boys suddenly jumped out from the bushes with two wooden sticks in their hands, as if they were determined to die together.
Wen Yun: “…”
Where did you learn this weird line
After Ye Shubai grabbed a naughty kid in each hand, they realized that the people coming were actually two immortals.
The two of them immediately showed overjoyed smiles on their faces and shouted excitedly: "Master! It turned out to be you, you really are back!"
The child's joy soon spread to Wen Yun. She smiled and rubbed Heishi's head: "Why are you two still outside at this time of night? Didn't I tell you not to run around?"
"We didn't run around!" The two children skillfully cleared the hidden passage into the village, walked in front to lead the way for Wen Yun and the others, and said excitedly: "It was the master who asked us to take turns to guard outside to see if any demon cultivators broke in."
Wen Yun's attention was quickly drawn: "The master you are talking about is..."
“Hehe, I forgot to tell you, Immortal Master, that the demon cultivator that Ah Xiu and I captured earlier… No, he’s not a demon cultivator, he’s also an Immortal Master, and he accepted us as his disciples, saying that he would teach us to become unrivaled sword cultivators in the world!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Xiu, who was walking in the front, jumped out like a monkey and shouted excitedly to the survivors village in front of him: "Master, we are back with the immortal!"
After a moment, a tall figure ran towards this side quickly.
As the two looked at each other, Shen Xinghai took a deep breath, his eyes full of excitement. Finally, he put the sword at his feet and bowed.
"Brother Ye, Sister Wen, it's great to meet old friends in a foreign land!"
After saying that, he glanced behind the two of them again, his expression gradually became solemn, and he picked up the sword again.
"I heard from Ah Xiu and the others that you went to Hanyuan City to rescue Senior Brother Zhu and Senior Brother Bao who were captured? The demon cultivators are so terrifying that even you can't deal with them? Tell me the enemy situation as soon as possible, and I will go with you to rescue Senior Brother!"
Young man, you may have misunderstood something.
It was you we wanted to rescue at the beginning, but who knew that you, who were supposed to be in the hands of the enemy, suddenly appeared in our camp!
Where on earth did you come from
Wen Yun felt like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He could only stare at Shen Xinghai with a strange look.
It was her fault. She shouldn't have underestimated Senior Brother Shen.
A swordsman like him who exudes his unusual qualities would not be captured by the evil cultivators. Only people like Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong would be captured as cannon fodder.
Finally, she turned her head with great difficulty to look at Ah Xiu beside her, and said in a trembling voice: "This is... the demon cultivator you captured earlier?"
Ah Xiu blushed slightly, and finally nodded in shame, not forgetting to correct: "Master, we two have already become Master's disciples."
Shen Xinghai also admitted this: "The two of them are very courageous and resourceful, so I accepted them as my disciples. When I return to the sect, I will report this to the sect and ask the sect to grant me the jade token of my identity..."
Hearing this, Ye Shubai, who had been silent, suddenly touched the mustard seed bag on his waist and threw two jade tokens to Shen Xinghai.
He said calmly: "You can carve their names yourself."
As the person with the highest status and seniority in the sect, it is normal to carry a blank jade token on him so that he can accept disciples at any time.
Shen Xinghai looked at the jade plate in confusion. He was surprised that the Tenth Peak even dared to forge a jade plate. At the same time, he boldly began to carve names for the two people.
They were all having a great time, except Wen Yun, who was feeling conflicted.
She secretly pulled Ah Xiu over and asked in a low voice: "Kids, did you throw the scroll at your master?"
Ah Xiu's face turned even redder, and he said guiltily, "I smashed it."
Wen Yun asked again: "How many were smashed?"
Seeing how lively and energetic Senior Brother Shen is now, he must have only been hit once or twice, right? Otherwise, he would have lost some limbs.
Ah Xiu buried his head and muttered in shame: "More than twenty hits."
Oh, more than twenty, not much, almost the same number as the ones she left behind when she left.
So, her magic scrolls... ended up hitting her own people
More importantly, why hasn’t he died after being hit so badly
Wen Yun understood the essence of running away and knew that running away before dark was the best option.
So after being told that they could set off for home tonight, the villagers of the Yimin Village began to make preparations before departure under the command of Granny Ahua.
Although this is where they grew up, the longing for their homeland has long been engraved in their souls. After a brief moment of reluctance, everyone began to pack their luggage. There were not many things to take, but almost everyone put the ashes of their ancestors into earthen jars, thinking of taking them back with them as well.
In the warm firelight, the constantly moving shadows of people are reflected on the walls of the dungeon, revealing an unprecedented yearning for life here.
Wen Yun smiled slightly as she watched this scene, but when her gaze fell back on Shen Xinghai's face, she finally couldn't help but become curious.
"Brother Shen, how on earth did you get here?"
His cultivation level was the lowest among the group, so how on earth did he manage to cross the open sea
"That day, I got separated from you in the black fog and even lost my way in the Xuantian Secret Realm. Then, I was chased by several giant pythons."
Wen Yun thought, it is indeed Senior Brother Shen. He is bound to encounter hardships once entering the secret realm.
"That black python was quite difficult to deal with. I almost died but accidentally fell into a mirror of water."
Here it comes, once you encounter hardship there will be a turning point!
Shen Xinghai looked solemn as he continued, "I fell into the sea. The water was extremely heavy and devoid of spiritual power. Not only could I not control my sword, I couldn't even swim to shore."
Wen Yun’s comment: As expected, after a turnaround, there was another setback!
"When I was about to sink into the sea, a piece of dead wood suddenly floated by. I floated on the driftwood for more than half a month and finally reached the shore here."
"..." Wen Yun was silent for a moment, and looked at Ye Shubai with a complicated expression: "If I'm not mistaken, the outer sea is extremely dangerous, and it's all mysterious water with little buoyancy. It is said that even a leaf can't float?"
"Yes, and there are many fierce beasts and reefs in the outer sea. Unless you have a special magic weapon or a very high level of cultivation, you can't cross the sea."
Wen Yun bowed to Shen Xinghai and sighed, "Brother Shen, you have been drifting in the open sea for more than half a month without dying. It is not surprising that you are still alive after being hit by the magic scroll for more than 20 times."
Shen Xinghai looked determined, holding the sword and said: "Of course, the fate of cultivators like me is determined by ourselves, how can we not fight against the heavens!"
"… "
This is a familiar way of speaking.
She knew who had taught Ah Xiu that line just now.
The villagers of the Survivor Village didn’t have much to take with them, but there were many elderly people and children, so it took a while to get out.
Many elderly people with limited mobility had not left the cave for several years. They first looked at the half-moon in the sky in confusion, and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed devoutly to the ancient tree.
"Ancestors, we are going home!"
Wen Yun did not rush them, but cast an agility spell on everyone during this gap. This dense forest was rugged and difficult to walk through. It was okay for the young and middle-aged people, but if this group of people relied on themselves, it would probably take until tomorrow to reach the beach.
After bowing, everyone walked through the dense forest in silence.
Shen Xinghai walked in front to lead the way, while Wen Yun and Ye Shubai walked at the back to guard.
No matter how fast a mortal can run, he cannot compare to a sword cultivator. After walking for two hours, the group has not yet gotten out of the dense forest.
At this moment, Wen Yun's heart became heavier and heavier.
She looked far away in the direction of Hanyuan City, and finally stuffed the brocade box into Ye Shubai's hand, whispering: "You take them to the outer sea with all your strength, and I will follow."
Ye Shubai's insight was no worse than hers. Naturally, he also noticed that there was a very strong aura approaching this side in the distance. If he guessed correctly, it was the Lord of Hanyuan City who was in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
Although they were led to the west at the beginning, the talents awakened by the demon cultivators were varied, and there was no guarantee that someone good at tracking would not discover their whereabouts.
He threw the brocade box containing the magic boat to Shen Xinghai, and then drew out the wooden sword he was wearing. His temperament was even colder and more aloof than the moonlight.
"Go, they need your protection."
She is a person who understands the big picture and must know how to make the most rational decision.
Besides, he had long been accustomed to being the last one to leave.
Ye Shubai took one last deep look at Wen Yun, then leaped up and headed west under the moonlight!
But the next moment.
Wen Yun rushed onto the flying sword, hugged his waist and buried his head behind him to block the wind.
The girl's clear voice brushed past his ears, as unreasonable as ever—
"But you also need my protection!"