The poor Delonix regia was so ordinary that it was not even packed up and taken away by Senior Sister Meng Ran. It had to stand alone on the windowsill, silently enduring the wind and rain. Fortunately, the people of Chuixue Island liked these flowers and plants and did not throw it away.
At this time, the heartless owner Wen Yun returned. The first thing he did was not to water the plant or cast a light magic on its head. Instead, he called out to Ye Shubai in surprise: "Hey, look, it turns out that it is growing better if we don't take care of it."
The originally delicate Delonix regia has now grown from a small sapling into a lush small tree. The light green tender leaves have now turned into a dark emerald green, and the main trunk has become even more vigorous, growing to be as thick as a wrist. The large bowl that Wen Yun had casually used as a flowerpot can now hardly hold all of it.
Wen Yun searched the room but didn't find any extra flower pots. He only saw a wooden pot of suitable size. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and transplanted the Delonix regia himself.
Ye Shubai slowly raised his eyelids, slightly startled, and reminded: "This is a basin for soaking feet."
Wen Yun paused halfway through filling the basin with soil, then continued to work hard: "It's okay, as long as it doesn't know. Anyway, you're out, and it's not you who lives in the basin."
This heartless and cruel woman.
Ye Shubai glanced at the disfavored little tree, cast a light magic on its leaves to comfort it, and helped Wen Yun fill the basin with soil.
After successfully moving the royal poinciana tree, Wen Yun touched its leaves and worried: "Will it wilt after being moved?"
"Don't worry. The most famous thing about the royal poinciana tree is its tenacious vitality. It thrives when it encounters water and soil, but hides when it encounters metal and fire. Just move the pot, and nothing will happen."
As soon as Ye Shubai finished speaking, Wen Yun tilted his head and looked over, with an indistinct look in his eyes.
"You said at the beginning that you used the vitality of the Phoenix Wood Sword more than ten years ago to rebuild your body and revive?"
Ye Shubai nodded and explained, "Then the royal poinciana tree was reborn, and I was reborn with it."
Wen Yun's eyes were even more strange: "But my tree has grown so big in just a few months. How come yours has grown for more than ten years but is still so thin and small?"
When she mentioned this, Ye Shubai suddenly fell into a long silence. After a long time, he spoke in a bad tone.
"Yushan often comes to the mountain to pay me respects, and every time he comes, he removes the weeds and trees growing on the top of the mountain."
Ye Shubai's three disciples were all orphans rescued by him. It happened that Ye Shubai moved back to a peak from Xuantian Secret Realm. Because Qingliu Sword Sect wanted to establish its own peak, it had to have at least disciples, so these three people happened to become his sect.
It's just that Yue Xingzhou and Xu Wanfeng were both teenagers when they went up the mountain, but Bai Yushan was just a naive child who couldn't even remember his own name. When asked about his name, he looked stupid and confused. He only remembered that the person who brought him up was called Bai, so he changed his surname to Bai.
Later, as his cultivation improved, Bai Yushan's mind became a little smarter, but compared with the other two disciples, he still seemed a little stupid. Fortunately, he had great respect for Ye Shubai.
This child especially cannot bear to see grass growing on his master's grave... Sorry, it's not a grave, it's a cave.
In short, Bai Yushan was very diligent in pulling up the Delonix Regia. Often, as soon as a seedling of the Delonix Regia sprouted, he would pull it up by the roots and throw it into a pile of weeds. If it weren't for the strong vitality of the Delonix Regia, he would probably not live to see the day when Wen Yun came out to save him.
So you should have come out a long time ago, but Third Senior Brother pulled you out every now and then, so you haven't grown out for more than ten years
No wonder Ye Shubai gave the fuzziest fish to his third senior brother last time. It turns out there was a grudge involved.
Wen Yun didn't know what to say for a moment, and could only comfort her dryly: "Don't be so pessimistic, at least the child is quite filial."
He was very filial and almost killed his master.
After swallowing the unbearable past, Ye Shubai helped Wen Yun transplant the poinciana tree into the foot bath basin.
The next step is the most critical one, which is to take out Yu Qinghong’s soul and then put it into the Delonix regia.
"I am storing him in my Dantian now. With the Law of Life and Death protecting him, there is no need to worry. However, you must be extremely careful when taking him out, otherwise he may dissipate."
After all, Ye Shubai was not as proficient in the art of soul as Mo You. It was a stroke of luck that he managed to save Yu Qinghong's soul in the past. If he wanted to send it to the Delonix Regia again, it would be like trying to grab a grain of rice from the fire, which was fraught with danger.
The only thing to be thankful for is that the Delonix Regia tree has not yet given birth to any living creatures, and Ye Shubai, who previously lived inside as a spirit, has come out again, so sending Yu Qinghong in now is not as troublesome as taking over another's body.
At least there are no indigenous people inside, so this soul will not be dispersed.
"It's okay, I'll protect you."
As Wen Yun spoke, he had already quietly called out the golden energy from his dantian, which seeped into Ye Shubai's dantian like a silk thread. The latter immediately understood, and a faint light the size of a grain of rice was pushed out by him and merged into the golden light.
Faintly, Wen Yun saw a gentle and elegant figure in this golden beam of light. His breath was as weak as a flickering candle, but he still insisted on bowing deeply to the two people.
The next moment, a golden light suddenly lit up, carrying Yu Qinghong's soul and floating to the top of the Delonix Regia. The leaves trembled, as if they sensed the invasion of a strange spirit, and they automatically developed a resistance.
Wen Yun pressed down on the Delonix Regia without hesitation. Her breath carried the soul with it. The Delonix Regia, which had been spiritually marked by Wen Yun before, obediently accepted Yu Qinghong's soul into it after a brief resistance.
The two of them didn't expect it to be so smooth and they breathed a sigh of relief.
A faint glow appeared on the jade-like leaves. Wen Yun looked down and stared at the elegant and delicate little figure vaguely visible above.
"Okay, he can cultivate as a spiritual parasite in here. After a while, he may be able to develop a human form. This will be a way to pay off the karma we had for destroying his physical body."
Wen Yun was very satisfied with this matter, but he couldn't help but sigh when he thought of another thing: "Originally, I wanted to try to send Xiaohong to the royal poinciana tree to see if it could recover sooner, but now I have to rescue Yu Qinghong first."
The name Xiaohong sounded strange. Ye Shubai keenly sensed something was wrong and looked over at her: "Who is Xiaohong?"
"It's the spirit of my staff, your predecessor." Wen Yun answered casually, not thinking there was anything wrong with it.
The prototype of the little fire dragon is a golden-red fire dragon. After becoming a staff spirit, it needs to be given a new name by the owner. Wen Yun saw that it looked red, and immediately decided to give it the affectionate name Xiaohong.
What a great name! Red is such a domineering color, and it’s also festive. It sounds better than the name Xiao Jin, right
Unfortunately, this dragon has no heart. Every time it hears this name, it opens its mouth wide and bites it down in protest. Wen Yun is afraid of being bitten, so he has to call it that behind its back.
"Xiaohong..."
Ye Shubai murmured this affectionate name several times, then thought of the way Wen Yun called him Xiaobai, and fell silent with his eyes lowered.
After a long time, he slowly reacted, pursed his lips silently, without any emotion on his face, and placed the poinciana tree on the low table. His eyes were clearly fixed on the wood, but his mind was not on it at all.
She called him Ye Xiaobai, was it because he always wore white
So, Xiaohong...
Judging from the name, he must be a handsome boy who likes to wear red clothes, right
The last time I heard the staff spirit speak in an arrogant and childish tone, he must be a young and energetic teenager. Compared with a conservative and boring old man like him, he is indeed more likable.
He suppressed these complicated thoughts that suddenly surfaced, and said in a deep voice: "I put him together with your giant magic stone before. He has recovered very well. When the time comes, you can make a new staff for him to inhabit, and he will be able to accompany you often again."
The magic stone was incredibly large, enough for the little dragon to absorb magic power.
Its recovery speed is really fast. Now, every time Ye Shubai opens the mustard seed sac, he can hear the guy cursing.
Wen Yun then realized that her magic stone had been taken away by Ye Shubai. She was puzzled: "You could just throw it into my mustard seed bag, why did you move it to your place?"
Ye Shubai turned his face away slightly and said nothing.
She had a joking feeling in her heart, and turned her head to look at Ye Shubai, and said jokingly: "You are jealous and don't want it to be with me, so you took it away secretly, right?"
"… "
Ye Shubai's thick eyelashes trembled violently. She pushed the chair away, got up hurriedly and walked out.
"Now that Yu Qinghong's spirit has been settled, let's go to the island to see if the survivors have been settled."
He clearly did not use any spiritual power, but his feet seemed to be full of wind and he ran away.
Wen Yun, who was holding the royal poinciana tree in the back, was puzzled: "Hey, your reaction today is not right? You look suspicious, like someone has been poked at your core?"
The man in front of her had his back to her and didn't say anything, but his body was a little stiff.
Wen Yun chased after him with great energy and jumped onto the flying sword skillfully: "Hey Ye Xiaobai, are you really jealous?"
"Don't be jealous, you must be my favorite sword spirit."
Because the other one is not a sword spirit, but a staff spirit.
It was not until he stepped onto the mortal island again that Wen Yun stopped asking questions and resumed his pretentious attitude towards the outside world, elegant and aloof, the standard image of a swordsman.
Thanks to the help of Yue Xingzhou and the other three Jindan-stage cultivators, houses and fields have been developed and are full of vitality.
After Wen Yun and the other joined, the speed of building houses was further increased. When Qian Lishen caught up half a month later, a simple village had been formed.
Qian Lishen walked around the entrance of the village and finally caught an acquaintance.
"Shen Xinghai!" He called out as he walked forward, complaining: "Do you know where Wen Yun went? We agreed to go to my Chuixue Island to look through the classics and save Yu Qinghong, but how come we can't see him?"
He cursed: "I almost finished reading those old books and she didn't show up. Is she being lazy?"
Shen Xinghai was stunned: "Junior Sister Wen settled Master Qinghong's soul half a month ago."
Qian Lishen looked at him suspiciously, and finally chose to turn around and leave: "I remember now, you are the worst at speaking human language among the Qingliu Sword Sect, I shouldn't have come to ask you, I will go find her myself."
He had been looking through the classics for half a month but couldn't find the method. Wen Yun had found it half a month ago? Is this possible? And if she really found it, she would definitely come to tell him and share the joy with him!
No, he has to go find that woman and ask her clearly!
Shen Xinghai snorted coldly and sneered: "Go find her. I guess Junior Sister Wen is almost at Qingliu Sword Sect now."
Qian Lishen's face froze: "What do you mean? She's gone?"
That woman actually ran away without even saying hello? Did she still take him seriously
Shen Xinghai nodded. Just when Qian Lishen was about to vomit blood in anger, he added slowly, "She asked me to say goodbye to Daoist Qian, saying that she would go back to get some things and come back to continue developing this..."
Shen Xinghai paused, thinking for a long time before remembering the strange name: "This is the branch peak of the tenth peak."
Qian Lishen didn't pay any attention to the second half of the sentence. His mind was only thinking about the first half. He tried hard to hold back the smile on his face, but his eyes were bright.
"Oh, so you're going back to get something. Haha, you're really poor. What kind of rubbish is worth running so far to get?"
Qian Lishen snorted, turned around and continued to walk forward. After taking two steps, he couldn't help but look back and warned Shen Xinghai fiercely: "Remember, notify me when she comes back. I want... I want to settle the score with her for standing me up!"
At this moment, in the sky heading north.
A snow-white dove flew by, and Wen Yun, who was still unfamiliar with sword-wielding skills, narrowly avoided it.
"Fortunately, it's fortunate that I would have owed the pigeon its life."
Wen Yun patted his chest and continued to fly towards the direction of Qingliu Sword Sect on his sword.
The three senior brothers had already flown ahead, and Ye Shubai, the good master, was riding on the same sword with her. The three did not think there was anything wrong, and they just kept praising the master for being so responsible and for personally teaching the younger sister how to fly the sword.
This good master and disciple pair flew slowly behind, but what they said was not as peaceful as it looked.
The words were calm, yet murderous.
"Are you ready to draw your sword?"
"Um."