The magic boat floated steadily on the open sea, passing through the fog. It was dim all day long and could not distinguish between day and night.
But after staying in the fog for a long time, people got used to it. Especially when Wen Yun had nothing to do, he made many lanterns with the playful children and hung them in various places on the boat. The lights were bright and it made people feel like they were in the dimly lit place in the human world. It was quite interesting.
However, these ordinary lamps were ultimately fragile and would be extinguished by the waves. The children were initially interested, but when they saw that the lamps they had just made were extinguished by the waves just after being hung up, they soon lost interest and left in disappointment.
Fortunately, Wen Yun has another good student by his side.
Ye Shubai sat upright, his sword-holding hands were slender and white, with a piece of thunder bamboo between his fingers, he cut them into thin slices with quick movements.
Wen Yun instructed from the side: "Make it shorter and align it with the previous one."
He did as he was told, and then handed it to Wen Yun, who wove the bamboo pieces into a delicate lantern, threw a thumb-sized magic stone into it, and handed it back: "Here, use it to practice."
He said he was making lanterns, but in fact he was teaching Ye Shubai how to draw magic circles. He already had a pile of waste paper spread out beside him, all of which were wasted from previous practice.
Fortunately, Ye Shubai did not disappoint Wen Yun's expectations this time. He successfully drew a beautiful magic circle on paper. After pasting the paper onto the bamboo frame, the magic stone in the middle was immediately activated, and the lantern lit up with a soft and bright light.
Wen Yun threw a hidden fruit over and praised, "Ye Xiaobai is really good. He succeeded in five attempts."
The lantern blessed by the magic circle is not as fragile as ordinary lanterns. It can still shine no matter how strong the waves are.
Ye Shubai took the fruit but didn't eat it. He just held it in his palm, raised his head slightly and looked over. He asked solemnly, "How many times did he succeed?"
"Him?" Wen Yun was tiptoeing to hang the lantern in the house. After hearing the question, he went over it in his mind before he understood.
Oh... So he is competing with Charmander again. As expected of a swordsman who has been ranked first since childhood, he has a strong desire to compete.
But the dragon's claws were so fat that it couldn't even hold a pen, so how could it possibly draw a magic circle? Of course, I couldn't tell him this directly, I had to give my staff spirit some face.
After hanging the lights, Wen Yun sat back down and said nonchalantly, "It's about the same as you."
A good master acts fairly and never shows partiality to any spirit!
Ye Shubai did not ask any further questions. He just lowered his head and started drawing the magic circle without saying a word, speeding up the process.
After Wen Yun demonstrated the reference picture to him, he leisurely began to draw patterns on the paper.
In the distance, Shen Xinghai, who had just returned from surfing on the sea, jumped onto the boat easily, wiped the water marks on the rotten wood, skillfully carried it on his back, and walked over to watch with great interest.
"Hey, Junior Sister Wen, can you draw a lantern for me too? I'll carry it to explore the sea, so that we don't run into rocks when it's too dark."
Wen Yun looked at him silently and thought, if you want to surf, just surf, why are you using exploring the way as an excuse
However, she did not expose Shen Xinghai, but cooperated by spinning the pen and asking, "I wonder what pattern of lamp Senior Brother Shen wants?"
"A hidden dragon rises from the abyss, and its sword points to the sky! Junior Sister Wen, please draw a flying dragon for me!"
Wen Yun smiled and said confidently, "What a coincidence! I happen to be very familiar with flying dragons. Let me draw the most majestic and powerful dragon for you!"
Ye Shubai paused, and the handwriting that had been running smoothly and steadily just now suddenly became crooked, and the magic circle was scrapped.
But his attention was no longer on the paper. At this moment, Ye Shubai's mind was full of Wen Yun's words "I happen to be very familiar with flying dragons" and the dragon-shaped sword she had used...
He straightened his back silently and quietly turned his gaze towards Wen Yun.
Her movements were extremely smooth and natural, and her expression was relaxed and contented, but what she drew was hard to describe.
"Brother Shen, here, I'll give it to you!"
Shen Xinghai held the lantern he had just painted and fell into deep thought. After a long silence, he finally couldn't help but speak: "Junior Sister Wen..."
"Hmm? Are you satisfied with what you see?"
"It's not a question of whether I'm satisfied or not, it's just that I wanted a flying dragon, why did you draw me a fat pig with wings?"
Shen Xinghai asked sincerely. Wen Yun wanted to argue that this was the real dragon, but in the end he could only sigh deeply and say, "Forget it. You haven't seen it. I don't blame you."
When Charmander recovers in the future, she will definitely let these ignorant fellow disciples see what a real flying dragon looks like.
Although he disliked it, Shen Xinghai still put the lantern away. However, the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He whispered to Ye Shubai over there, "Brother Ye, how about you help me draw another dragon on the other side?"
Senior Brother Ye has an outstanding temperament, even Yu Qinghong, who comes from a family of scholars, cannot be compared with him. It is obvious that he is very good at calligraphy and painting. I asked him to repaint a dragon on the other side of the lantern, and put the pig on the back to cover it. This way, I don't waste Junior Sister Wen's kindness, and I don't lose face. It's great.
Shen Xinghai had only asked casually, and was prepared for Ye Shubai's rejection. Unexpectedly, the latter actually took action, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush, and began to paint on the other side of the lantern in a natural and freehand manner.
Wen Yun: "I suspect you look down on me."
"You misunderstood." Ye Shubai retorted calmly while painting without even raising his head.
"Haha, how is it possible..."
Shen Xinghai smiled awkwardly. Fortunately, Heishi and Ah Xiu, who had been guarding the three unconscious swordsmen, rushed in at this time.
As expected, Heishi shouted as he entered the room: "Master, those three sea sirens... No, those three masters are awake!"
The spiritual power of the three senior brothers from the Tenth Peak was completely depleted. It was already the third day since Ye Shubai brought them back to the Magic Boat. During this period, Ye Shubai used his own spiritual power to nurture them, and fortunately they did not suffer any hidden injuries.
Wen Yun immediately stood up and walked out. After he stepped out of the door, he realized something was wrong and turned back to look at Ye Shubai: "Why don't you go and take a look together?"
Ye Shubai held up his sleeves with one hand and painted with the other, his posture was full of elegance and grace. He said calmly, "You go now, I'll be here soon."
Okay, I'm addicted to painting.
Before Wen Yun entered the room, he heard a voice from inside—
"Big Brother, I don't have any spiritual power left. Can you help me get a cup of tea?"
The person who spoke was Xu Wanfeng, who was lying motionless. Although Yue Xingzhou, who was being ordered around by Xu Wanfeng, was also exhausted, he still forced himself to stand up with the help of the wall, ready to pour water for his junior brother.
Before he could reach the teacup, a slender hand filled three cups with water and walked towards the bed holding a tea tray.
The little girl in their memory who always liked to stay in the woodshed and whose face was often covered with cigarette ash was now standing in front of them. She was still dressed in the same simple manner as before, but her eyebrows and eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her temperament was extraordinary and unparalleled. Even the second senior brother, who was used to seeing beauties, was stunned and his breathing slowed down.
After being stunned for a long while, until the tea went down his stomach, Xu Wanfeng slowly reacted, his eyes were filled with joy and surprise, "Junior Sister Wen! Earlier, Third Junior Brother said that I was mistaken, saying that you couldn't fly a sword into the sky. I was right, it was really you!"
Bai Yushan pointed out mercilessly, "Second Senior Brother, when you just woke up, you said that we were captured by the demon cultivators."
Xu Wanfeng was thick-skinned. He barely stood up, pretending not to hear what his junior brother said, and continued to reminisce with Wen Yun: "We learned what happened from them. We were very worried about you. We wanted to go directly to the Demon Realm to find you, but we didn't expect to meet you halfway. Fortunately!"
Back then on the Tenth Peak, Xu Wanfeng and Wen Yun were the most familiar with each other. After all, he loved taking care of his beautiful junior sister the most, so at this moment he muttered a lot of gentle and caring words.
Bai Yushan stared at Wen Yun silently from the side. After Xu Wanfeng praised Wen Yun for becoming more beautiful for the third time, he finally couldn't help but interrupt him and handed a mustard seed sac to Wen Yun.
"We took them all away before leaving the peak." His wheat-colored face remained cold, and he seemed to realize that his words were incoherent, so he added, "They were all the wood you liked. Senior Brother and I chopped them all down, leaving not a single one."
When they learned from Wen Yun's letter that the situation was urgent, they immediately packed up their belongings, but the trees on the Tenth Peak were of extraordinary quality, and they might not be able to find such good firewood outside. Bai Yushan remembered the heartbroken look on Wen Yun's face every time he made a fire, so he simply cut down all the trees and took them away.
Wen Yun was stunned. This mustard seed bag was an ownerless object without any mark. She simply extended her spiritual sense to scan it and found that it was neatly filled with fire fir wood.
It turned out that the third senior brother still remembered that she treasured this wood the most when she was on the peak.
Xu Wanfeng was not happy that he was interrupted when he was caring for his junior sister, so he quickly asked, "I heard that your golden elixir was dug up. How is it? Can it still be used?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them looked over with concern.
The story of Wen Yun's recovery of the golden elixir had long been widely spread in the four continents. Everyone who had been to the sword-fighting meeting had witnessed the shocking scene with their own eyes. The more famous Xie Mi'an's reputation as a genius was, the more widely spread the story of his recovery of the golden elixir on the sword-fighting arena.
It turns out that the real genius is Wen Yun from the Qingliu Sword Sect, who formed a golden elixir at the age of fifteen!
It turns out that the world-famous Xie Mi'an is just a thief, and his methods are like those of a demon cultivator!
The heroic demeanor of the young girl on the sword-fighting arena was rumored to be miraculous. Some said that she was a genius that only appeared once in a thousand years, while others said that she was not showing up now because she was in seclusion after getting the golden elixir back, and they talked about her with relish.
After Jiang Si of the Jiang family said in person: "I am not as good as Wen Yun", her reputation began to rise infinitely.
It's just that others only regard Wen Yun's deeds as a legendary story, while those who are close to Wen Yun, after hearing about this incident, their first reaction is to feel sorry for her experience.
Yue Xingzhou said in a gentle voice: "Your elixir was stolen before, so I think you have some hidden injuries. I still have some spiritual spring water that my master gave me in the past. Remember to drink it later. It will be of great benefit to your injuries."
As he spoke, he carefully took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Wen Yun.
Wen Yun's throat was a little tight, and her eyes were hot because of them. She remembered that she was still on guard against them when she first entered the peak. She admitted her mistake in shame: "Brother, I said before that my golden core was dug out by the devil cultivator. I was afraid that you would find out if you investigated it carefully. I'm sorry."
Xu Wanfeng waved his hand indifferently: "What's the big deal? We just met at that time. I wouldn't dare to say such a big thing."
Seeing this, Senior Brother Yue Xingzhou bowed slightly to Wen Yun and said apologetically, "I didn't know that Junior Sister Wen was carrying such a deep hatred. As a senior brother, I failed to stand up for Junior Sister. It's our fault."
Wen Yun hurriedly helped him up, but when Yue Xingzhou's hand touched Wen Yun's hand, his face suddenly became filled with surprise and doubt, and he stared at her as if he had seen a ghost.
"Junior Sister Wen, have you formed your Nascent Soul?"
"Puff... cough cough cough." Xu Wanfeng choked on the tea and quickly reached out his hand to press on Wen Yun's wrist. As expected, he sensed a powerful cultivation level that was far superior to before.
The three of them looked at Wen Yun in confusion and were unable to speak for a long time.
They were considered young geniuses, otherwise they would not be qualified to become Ye Shubai's disciples. In the past, before Ye Shubai got into trouble, they were also the top geniuses in Qingliu Sword Sect, and all the junior brothers and sisters were full of admiration for them.
But compared with Wen Yun, a feeling of humiliation arose spontaneously, and the three of them were so overwhelmed that they couldn't raise their heads.
"He formed his Nascent Soul at the age of fifteen. Is this a human?" Xu Wanfeng looked at Wen Yun and asked a soul-searching question.
Wen Yun quickly corrected him: "I will be sixteen next month."
"… "
In the world of cultivation where age is generally measured in hundred years, could you please not mention this one-year difference
Bai Yushan held it in for a long time, and his voice was filled with endless envy: "As expected, he is the disciple chosen by Master in his dream. He is indeed better than us."
Xu Wanfeng also sighed: "No wonder the master wanted to protect you personally and ignored the three of us. I thought he was looking after you because you were young."
At this point, the three of them belatedly remembered something extremely important.
"Junior Sister Wen, didn't you say that Master was with you? Where is he?"
Wen Yun glanced at the figure who had just walked over and pointed quietly: "Over there."
An elegant man in plain white clothes had walked into the room at some point, his features as cold and indifferent as ever. Just standing there, he made people feel as if a sharp, cold sword was pointing at them, causing them to feel an endless sense of fear.
He looked at the three people quietly without saying a word.
Clearly hundreds of years have passed, but the scene suddenly brings people back to the time when the three were young.
The three of them were orphans brought back to Qingliu Sword Sect by Ye Shubai. When they first entered the mountain gate, they were all children. They were quite afraid of Ye Shubai's cold and strict attitude. Whenever they practiced sword, he would just stand quietly by the side, and the three of them dared not be lazy at all, for fear that they would be beaten by the master like other disciples.
But their master never actually beat them.
When they couldn't remember the sword moves and made mistakes again and again, the master would just point out their mistakes coldly and then demonstrate them again and again. Now that they think about it carefully, it turns out that the master who seemed to be the most strict actually never even scolded them.
He was standing there at this moment, the situation was so similar!
The master really came out of seclusion, and he did not die!
Yue Xingzhou stared blankly at the familiar face, the smile on his face gradually faded, and finally he knelt down on the ground solemnly and kowtowed heavily.
"I, the unworthy disciple Yue Xingzhou, come to see the master!"
Xu Wanfeng and Bai Yushan behind him also fell to their knees, lying on the ground with their shoulders trembling.
“Master!”
There were already tears in the eyes of the three people. They looked up at Ye Shubai, almost unable to control themselves.
At this moment, Xu Wanfeng found that Wen Yun was still standing beside him. He became anxious and quickly pulled her skirt, saying in a hurry: "Junior Sister Wen, why don't you kneel before Master!"
Their master is the number one in the world of cultivation, a towering figure. Even the leaders of the powerful sects should kowtow to him, let alone them, his disciples.
Although my junior sister is extremely talented and is loved by the master, it would be bad if she displeased the master and was expelled from the sect!
Wen Yun remained silent, and sent a complicated look to Ye Shubai.
Although she also wanted to give him some face, if she asked her master to kneel down to the sword spirit, the master-servant soul imprint on his body might judge him as a traitor and punish him on the spot.
"It's a long story. Actually, my relationship with him is not what you think..."
I am your master's master. According to seniority, you have to call me master.
Before Wen Yun had time to explain, Ye Shubai cast his gaze on the three male disciples on the ground and said calmly, "Stand up. Sword cultivators have spiritual jade under their knees. Don't kneel down easily."
The master is as aloof as ever, and this familiar feeling makes people feel excited!
He glanced at the three weak people and found that it was just the sequelae of exhaustion of spiritual power. He said no more and only asked calmly: "How dare you cross the outer sea?"
Hearing this, the eldest disciple Yue Xingzhou stepped forward respectfully and said in a trembling voice: "I heard that Master, you and your junior sister are trapped in the demon world. How dare this disciple sit still!"
So Wen Yun heard an adventure story that was very much in line with the temperament of a sword cultivator.
Ye Shubai's three disciples were not afraid of death and had never thought about flying across the open sea. They were overconfident and even thought of taking turns flying their swords to save their spiritual energy and force their way across the open sea.
The plan is actually feasible. After all, the three of them are in the Spirit Transformation Stage, so it should be barely feasible to carry it out.
However, although both of them were crossing the open sea, their luck was far inferior to Shen Xinghai's. Others in the Jindan stage could drift ashore on their own, but the three of them, who were in the Shenhua stage, actually lost their way in the open sea and wasted a lot of spiritual energy. If Wen Yun and Ye Shubai had not arrived, this journey of thousands of miles to save their master would have probably been aborted halfway.
In other words, the three of them had the normal fate of crossing the sea, while Shen Xinghai's fate was an accident.
The three of them were almost in tears while talking. Yue Xingzhou said excitedly, "Master, you must have found the three of us and came to rescue us. I am ashamed of you for worrying so much!"
Wen Yun looked at Ye Shubai subtly. If she remembered correctly, he didn't seem to recognize the voices of the three of them at that time
Ye Shubai pretended not to see Wen Yun's look. He told the three of them to have a good rest and then waved to her, "Wen Yun, come here."
Hearing Ye Shubai calling Wen Yun, Yue Xingzhou thought that he was annoyed by Wen Yun's disrespectful attitude, and quickly spoke up to plead for her: "Master! Junior Sister Wen is only in her teens, still young and ignorant, please don't blame her!"
Xu Wanfeng also spoke hurriedly: "Master, you have always been kind and tolerant, please forgive Junior Sister Wen this time!"
Before Bai Yushan opened his mouth to say "You old man", Wen Yun had already walked to Ye Shubai's side and stood side by side with him calmly.
Ye Shubai lowered his head and looked at her, and said softly: "Shen Xinghai caught a few fish in the sea, do you want to eat them?"
Hearing this news, Wen Yun immediately forgot about the embarrassment just now and said in surprise: "There are fish in the open sea? Then I want to eat grilled ones, slightly spicy."
He nodded, and as he led her out, he answered naturally, "Okay, I'll go grill it for you later."
The three people in the room looked at each other.
After stepping out of the room, Ye Shubai could still vaguely hear the voice inside: "Master is so kind and gentle, and he is very tolerant and doting on Junior Sister Wen."
"Yes, Master..."
…
He paused.
Of course, Wen Yun also heard the voice inside. He suppressed his laughter, turned his head to look at Ye Shubai, and said in a joking tone: "Master, you—"
"Wen Yun." Ye Shubai interrupted her in a neither light nor heavy voice, lowered his head and looked at her seriously: "You don't have to call me Master, you and I can just be like usual."
Although he would occasionally call himself a master as a joke, he didn't need Wen Yun to pretend to be a disciple in front of others. She should be as unbridled and brilliant as she could be.
After another moment of silence, he said in a very serious tone: "I formed the Golden Core at the age of fifteen, became the Nascent Soul at the age of thirty, became a Spirit at the age of a hundred, and reached the Tribulation Crossing Realm at the age of two hundred. Then I closed the Death Gate and slept for five hundred years. According to this calculation, I am no more than two hundred years old."
The cultivators only look at the realm, who cares how old you are? Besides, Ye Shubai is not the type to mind these things. Why is he so weird today
Obviously it was a trivial matter, but Ye Shubai's tone was so serious and earnest that Wen Yun couldn't help but put away his smile and looked at him nervously.
He looked down at her, his ink-black eyes were as clear as a deep pool, peaceful and beautiful, with her face fully reflected in them.
"If you count carefully, I just rebuilt my body from the royal poinciana tree 20 years ago, so my age is not much different from yours, not too old."
Wen Yun's breathing paused slightly, not understanding why he suddenly said that.
However, Ye Shubai had already turned around and continued walking forward.
His voice was calm as usual: "Let's go, I'll grill some fish for you."