A mass of thick black clouds gathered at the horizon, as dark and deep as ink, and the light from heaven could hardly penetrate. Only raindrops as thick as beans fell heavily on the thousands of miles of mountains of Qingliu Sword Sect, and the air was also filled with a heavy smell of mud.
Zhu Erchong sat under the eaves holding his sword, staring at the dense rain in a daze.
Just then, a slender figure in moon-white color came from the depths of the mountains. She held up a simple green oil-paper umbrella. Her slender white fingers almost blended with the white jade umbrella handle. When you got closer, you could see that her beautiful eyebrows were all drooping, and her expression was three times colder than the rain.
He sensed that she was in a bad mood, but he couldn't muster up the energy to do so. He could only stand up and whispered, "Junior Sister Wen."
Wen Yun walked around a clump of new grass outside the door and entered the yard. She went under the eaves and closed her umbrella. When she saw Zhu Erchong, the expression on her face softened a little.
She asked, "How is Senior Brother Shen?"
"Junior Brother Shen is still unconscious, and Junior Brother Bao is guarding inside. I felt very uncomfortable when I saw the injuries on his body, so I hid out."
Zhu Erchong's voice dropped, and Wen Yun felt bad, but he still tried to comfort him: "Don't panic, Junior Brother Shen's spirit is damaged, I think he will wake up after recuperating."
After hearing Wen Yun say that Shen Xinghai could wake up, Zhu Erchong finally felt better. However, when he thought of Shen Xinghai's current miserable condition, he couldn't help but ask cautiously, "Junior Sister Wen, can Junior Brother Shen's right hand grow back?"
Shen Xinghai's body was bitten off by the giant python that Mo You transformed into, and his entire right hand was gone. When a sword cultivator knows that he can no longer hold a sword... Zhu Erchong can't imagine how he will react when he wakes up.
Wen Yun's heart sank.
She didn't know how to answer this question. If Shen Xinghai was a cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage, he might still have hope of rebirth after his severed hand, but he was only a Golden Core stage cultivator.
The two of them felt heavy-hearted when they thought about this. Wen Yun sighed and cheered up again, saying, "Senior Brother Shen is a man who can turn misfortune into fortune. He has extraordinary luck. I think there must be new opportunities waiting for him!"
"This is true." The little fire dragon came out from under Wen Yun's skirt, shaking its thick tail and said seriously: "I smell the scent of the big baby on him."
There was already some eagerness in his words. If Wen Yun hadn't been staring at him coldly, he would have wanted to rush in and plunder the treasures from Shen Xinghai.
"Junior Sister Wen! So your spirit pig can talk!" Zhu Erchong looked as if he had seen a ghost, and stammered, "I only... I only heard that thousands of years ago there were mythical beasts that could speak human language. So pigs can do the same?"
"Maybe it's a hybrid of a parrot and a pig?"
Zhu Erchong nodded and understood, and was very satisfied with the answer: "No wonder it has a pair of small wings on its back, it turns out it has parrot blood. But is it viviparous or oviparous, little pig, I wonder if your mother is a parrot or a pig?"
The focus is so strange that it's almost like asking how a pig and a parrot got together.
Wen Yun quickly took the little fire dragon, which had begun to show its teeth, into his arms, fearing that Zhu Erchong would swallow it in one bite.
"Brother Zhu, I'll go in and see Brother Shen first!"
Wen Yun picked up the little fire dragon and hurriedly turned around to walk inside. However, the moment he pushed open the door, he met a pair of dark and shiny eyes.
Shen Xinghai has actually woken up.
He lay motionless on the bed, with a smile on his pale face. He put his only remaining hand to his lips and made a very soft "hush" sound.
Beside him, Bao Pilong, who was supposed to be guarding the bed, was huddled in the corner with his head tilted. He had fallen asleep without knowing when.
"Junior Sister Wen, how are you?" His voice was very weak, but his eyes were bright. He stared for a long time, and finally forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I thought it was just a dream, but it turns out that you really saved me again."
He had forgotten how many times Wen Yun had rescued him.
It was during the inner sect examination at first. At that time, he was just an outer sect disciple with average talent. He thought that someone would take away his final spot by insidious means, but in the end, he was saved by the kettle thrown by Wen Yun.
Later, in the Xuantian Secret Realm, he was targeted by a giant python sent by Mo You. When he was about to be killed by the snake's mouth, Wen Yun descended from the sky and cut off the snake's head.
She really seems to be omnipotent and omnipresent.
Perhaps it was because of this that, with his consciousness sometimes clear and sometimes confused, he was able to hold on to his last breath and rush back to the sect, and as expected, she came to rescue him again.
Wen Yun looked at his smile, pursed her lips, and said seriously: "So you have to get well soon, and next time you will save me."
"Okay, sure."
Shen Xinghai fell silent after saying this. He suddenly remembered his current situation. How could a swordsman with a broken hand dare to make a promise
He subconsciously wanted to move his body inward to cover his missing hand, but found that he could not move at all. Finally, Shen Xinghai collapsed on the bed and turned his head to look at the empty half-sleeve on his right shoulder, with an unconcealable gloom between his brows.
Not only did he lose his hand, but even his dantian was mostly damaged. His Jindan stage cultivation was largely lost, and he didn't know if he could ever recover it.
The atmosphere in the room was somewhat stagnant and heavy.
At this moment, the little fire dragon that had been hiding behind Wen Yun finally couldn't hold back anymore. It stuck its head out and stared at the jade ring on Shen Xinghai's hand. It was the source of the scent of the treasure that it had smelled outside at that time.
However, after seeing the appearance of the thing clearly, the interest in Charmander's eyes disappeared instantly.
It is too plain and not gorgeous at all, unworthy of the great Dragon God.
It lazily shrank back behind Wen Yun.
But Shen Xinghai had already seen it. Most of his attention was diverted by this strange little red pig. The feeling of loss that had just surged up also subsided a little. Looking at the flashing red figure, he hesitated and asked: "What is it..."
"It is my spiritual pet, a..."
She was about to explain the identity of the little fire dragon, but Shen Xinghai had already given the answer: "Dragon?"
Wen Yun was extremely shocked. He never expected that the first person to recognize the true identity of the little fire dragon would be Shen Xinghai!
He slowly stretched out his intact left hand and took out something from the mustard seed sac.
It was a lantern. On the front was a slender, curved, earthworm-like dragon; on the back was a fat lizard with wings.
Shen Xinghai looked at the lantern, his lips curled up slightly: "I am so shallow, it turns out that Junior Sister Wen's painting skills are so exquisite, much better than Senior Brother Ye's."
She was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted: "Of course, although I have never boasted, my attainments in painting are not lower than those in swordsmanship."
The gloomy atmosphere in the room dissipated a lot because of this joke, and Wen Yun said seriously: "Brother Shen, after visiting you this time, I will be away for a while."
"Is it because of Mo You?"
"Yes, Mo You is now extremely cruel. If we don't stop him, the catastrophe that happened in the Four Continents five hundred years ago will probably happen again. In addition, the demon cultivators have now invaded the Four Continents. According to spies, chaos has broken out in the East and West Continents. The elders and peak masters of the sect will soon rush to the aid of these two continents, and I will also go to the outer sea to find out what is going on."
After hearing the news, Shen Xinghai subconsciously used his intact hand to grasp the sword at his waist. This sword was newly forged from the thousand-year-old Fire Soul Stone given by Wen Yun. The moment he put his hand on it, he could feel the fiery aura on the sword.
However, he was no longer able to lift the sword, and this time he could not fight behind Wen Yun as he did in the past.
Shen Xinghai was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I will be absent this time."
Wen Yun lowered his head slightly, staring at him without blinking, and said seriously: "This is just this once. The sword is not broken, so how can a sword cultivator break it?"
Shen Xinghai's fighting spirit, which had been dormant, was suddenly ignited by these words.
The hand that was originally on the hilt of the sword suddenly tightened, and he said loudly: "Thank you, Junior Sister Wen! Next time I will definitely bring the sword with me and kill happily!"
After visiting Shen Xinghai, Wen Yunfang pushed open the door and walked out, only to see a familiar figure standing quietly at the door.
It turned out to be Ye Shubai. I don’t know how long he had been eavesdropping outside.
Wen Yun felt a little uncomfortable, as he felt that the way Ye Shubai stood at the door looked like he was here to catch someone committing adultery.
She thought about it and confirmed that the conversation between her and Shen Xinghai was frank and innocent. Only then did she feel relieved and asked generously: "When did you come?"
Ye Shubai said calmly: "He said that your painting skills are much better than mine, and you even boasted about it."
“…” Wen Yun was silent for a moment.
However, her face did not blush at all. Instead, she nodded and said seriously, "I'm not bragging, but I'm really good."
I don't know who gave her this confidence.
Wen Yun was very generous and didn't want to hit Ye Shubai too hard on his artistic attainments, so he bypassed the controversial issue of his painting skills and asked him, "Why did you come here? Have you discussed this with Senior Wan and the others?"
"Yes." Ye Shubai nodded slightly and said calmly: "I saw that he was seriously injured, so I sent some spiritual medicine over."
While speaking, he had taken out several sunken wood boxes from the mustard seed bag. Wen Yun took them and looked, only to discover that what was contained inside were not only elixirs, but all were rare medicinal materials from the Xuantian Secret Realm. One plant could be sold for tens of thousands of top-grade spiritual jades, and there were more than ten plants here at the moment, which were priceless!
She knew that Ye Shubai was always cold on the outside but warm on the inside, so she didn't think anything was strange. She naturally handed these things to Zhu Erchong, and reminded him to remember to give Shen Xinghai the medicine on time. Then she bowed and said goodbye, leaving side by side with Ye Shubai.
Zhu Erchong held the arms full of elixirs with mixed feelings.
"I never thought that Junior Brother Ye—bah, Master Ye is such a generous man who doesn't care about the fight between rivals! In this case, I have to talk to Senior Sister Meng Ran. The character setting in her book "The Escape of the Disciple: Don't Chase the Blackened Master" is broken. The master is not blackened at all..."
Because both East and West Continents were invaded by demon cultivators, and Mo You was proficient in the laws of the soul, ordinary cultivators would go there just to provide Mo You with a physical body, so only Wen Yun and Ye Shubai went to the open sea this time.
The two of them had extremely high levels of cultivation, with the combined power of sword-controlling skills and levitation skills, they were able to fly to the coastal area within three days.
This time they landed in a large coastal city not far from Qingshan City. There were many cultivators and mortals coming and going, but most of the cultivators were disciples from several surrounding families and sects.
According to the informant under the ancestor of the Wan family, many unfamiliar faces with strange auras have appeared in this city recently. At the same time, many cultivators have disappeared. I am afraid that they are all like the Xie family, and were secretly abducted by the evil cultivators to the Misty Island in the outer sea for Mo You to devour their souls.
The island was shrouded in fog and its exact location was unknown. Even Shen Xinghai found it only after following Xie Xun. As for his escape, it was by accident. If he wanted to find the way again, he would probably have to follow these evil cultivators who came to kidnap people.
Wen Yun pulled Ye Shubai's sleeve and whispered, "This place is close to the open sea. The spies from the demon world may have already sneaked in here, so we have to conceal our identities to prevent them from running away. At the same time, we have to find a way to lure them out of their hole. The best thing is to try to catch them and sneak to the island."
Ye Shubai agreed with him, so Wen Yun cheered up and immediately shook out a pink gauze skirt: "Then you wear this, and we pretend to be a pair of delicate and beautiful sisters. This will definitely attract the attention of the beastly demon cultivators. What do you think?"
He deadpanned, "I don't think so."
Wen Yun was depressed. Ye Shubai had indeed changed. He would now reject her proposal. He was no longer the good and obedient sword spirit.
Unable to be sisters, they ended up becoming master and servant.
Wen Yun was wearing a men's brocade and embroidered robe, and with his extremely beautiful face, he really looked like a young master who had run away from home without knowing better.
Ye Shubai changed into extremely simple clothes, inserted the wooden sword into an ordinary scabbard, and then Wen Yun randomly smeared his skin black and stuck some messy beard on it. With his head lowered, he really looked like a bodyguard.
The two of them swaggered into the city.
It was Wen Yun's first time to play a dandy, so she naturally wanted to perform the role to the best of her ability. So she imitated Xu Wanfeng and fanned her face with a fan in this cold weather. When she passed by a spiritual weapon shop or a talisman shop, she waved her hands generously, "Xiaobai, it's all covered!"
He even memorized his lines: "I managed to sneak out of Beizhou without telling my parents, so I have to buy something for free!"
Tell the lurking evil cultivator that I am a stupid, rich, and outsider, and my family doesn't know I'm here yet, so I'm the best candidate to be kidnapped.
Whenever he met a beautiful female cultivator, he would raise his eyebrows and pretend to meet her by chance: "Oh, this fairy sister, you are in the foundation-building stage, and so am I. You wear green, and I wear green too. Could this be an indescribable fate?"
Tell the demon cultivator again that I am only in the Foundation Establishment Stage. If you want to kidnap me, I can’t resist.
Ye Shubai who was following behind her: "..."
Fortunately Xu Wanfeng was not here, otherwise I would have to argue with Wen Yun. When did he become so greasy and disgusting
It was also fortunate that Wen Yun was young and good-looking, otherwise this explicit and low-level way of picking up girls would definitely get him beaten up in the street.
After wandering around arrogantly for most of the day, Ye Shubai held a stack of the "Blackened Master" series of novels newly released by Wanbao Pavilion in his left hand, and in his right hand was a magic weapon that all the dandies loved to show off.
With an expressionless face, he followed Wen Yun into the most luxurious inn in the city.
The first floor of the inn was packed with diners. Wen Yun walked in with a swagger, looked around calmly, and then casually opened his folding fan to cover the sneer on his lips.
Thanks to my second brother, he was the one who taught me how to fan.
She said loudly in a vulgar tone: "Meeting is fate! Fellow Taoists, eat and drink well!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced lightly and tried his best to wink at Ye Shubai.
Come on, tell me, have you forgotten the lines I asked you to recite? Are you still my favorite sword spirit
Ye Shubai moved his lips with a gloomy face, and finally lowered his head, closed his eyes in despair, and numbly read out the lines that Wen Yun forced himself to memorize -
"Everyone, Young Master Yun will pay for all the expenses tonight."
After he finished speaking, everyone who was eating was stunned, and then they became happy. Although everyone who could stay in this inn was not short of money, who would refuse a free meal? Moreover, those who were really wealthy and didn't care about the meal would ask the waiter to deliver the food to the room, and would not eat in the lobby. At the moment, this young man with a lot of money was really what everyone wanted.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall became lively, and people could be heard praising "Mr. Yun is so generous!" from time to time.
"Mr. Yun" standing at the front bowed in a humble manner, but his eyebrows were raised in pride.
Wen Yun, who had just finished spending money, calmly told the waiter who came up to him, "Look, what I hate most is noise. Find me a quiet courtyard. Don't disturb me unless I'm called. Do you understand?"
After he finished speaking, he threw out a piece of top-grade spiritual jade of excellent quality.
The waiter who received the Lingyu nodded happily, bowed and led Wen Yun forward, saying earnestly: "Don't worry, our courtyard to the east is specially prepared for distinguished guests like you. It is particularly elegant and secluded. The outsiders will definitely not disturb you."
The wealthy Master Yun walked ahead without caring about his relatives.
It's so similar. Ye Shubai felt complicated. Why didn't he know before that Wen Yun could play the role of a playboy so well
"… "
Wen Yun lazily lay down on the bed, threw away the fan, and complained: "I don't know how Senior Brother Xu can fan his hands. It's almost winter, and this fan is really freezing."
She was still wearing her flashy men's clothes, and her eyebrows and facial features were deliberately drawn to make them look more heroic. At this moment, her hair was loosely lying on the bright red quilt, and her originally slightly cold face actually looked more charming.
Ye Shubai turned his face away slightly, silently brought the foot-washing water fetched by the waiter, and actually squatted down to take off her shoes and wash her feet, acting like a typical follower!
Wen Yun quickly somersaulted to his feet, avoiding his hand, her face flushed red, "Why haven't you left the show yet?"
Ye Shubai said in a very low voice, so that only she could hear it: "There is someone outside."
She paused in her evasive action and discovered several familiar auras outside the courtyard. They were the same people she had noticed when she was pretending to be a playboy in the lobby.
So she could only hold the quilt tightly, and let Ye Shubai take off her shoes and socks with her stiff body.
Wen Yun didn't insist on not showing her bare feet to others. There was no such feudal and backward idea in the cultivation world. She was just worried that she was wearing men's boots today and would have some odor on her feet after walking around the city all day...
She didn't dare to look at Ye Shubai's expression, for fear that he would frown or hold his breath.
She could only feel a pair of warm hands gently holding her feet and pushing them into the water. When the warm water poured on her feet, she subconsciously shrank back.
"Is it too hot, sir?"
Wen Yun then remembered that they were still acting, so she immediately threw away her worries about her feet and cursed: "It's too cold! Useless thing, it can't even wash my feet properly, go get me a new basin of water, and go to Wanbao Pavilion to buy me some spices, how can I wash my feet with this kind of water!"
Ye Shubai nodded and nodded, but before leaving, he still carefully wiped Wen Yun's feet dry, put on her shoes and socks again, and then pushed the door out.
When he was about to step out of the courtyard, the figures hidden outside suddenly moved.