Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 450 Liang Jian's Story

Not long after, Hui Chan returned to Xuanjian Peak. He looked like a teenager, wearing snow-white clothes, with a clean temperament like a snow lotus on the top of a mountain, and a long sword on his waist. The only thing that remained unchanged was the bald head in Fuzhu's impression.

Fu Zhu's eyes flashed with surprise: "Junior brother, why don't you have long hair yet?"

Huichan said calmly: "Three thousand black hairs, three thousand worries. Little Sister, I have no worries now, so my hair will not grow."

Fu Zhu smiled and said, "If Master had not picked up Junior Brother, perhaps Junior Brother would have joined the Buddhist sect to practice Buddhism."

Huichan looked serious and said, "To me, there is no difference between practicing Buddhism and practicing Taoism."

"Junior Sister, now that you've returned this time, you can already draw out the Wu Xi Sword, right?" A hint of smile appeared in Hui Chan's eyes.

The two senior sisters and brothers, along with Wu Sheng, sat on the ladder in front of the door. The snow outside fell quietly and silently.

Fu Zhu asked him, "Little Junior Brother, have you deduced this as well?"

Huichan raised his finger and pointed to the window: "Little Senior Sister's flowers are blooming."

That was her first time to participate in autumn hunting. After coming out of the Mengyuan Secret Realm, the potted plants she raised had yellow leaves at that time, but now they are lush and green, with a slender white flower in bloom.

Fu Zhu suddenly realized that it was Yuntan's true form.

The flowers bloomed, which meant she had woken up.

The junior brother must have gradually figured out the mystery when he was helping her take care of Xiaoye.

Huichan asked, "How long will you stay in Zhenshan this time, little sister?"

Wu Sheng also tilted his eyes and looked at her.

After thinking for a while, Fu Zhu said, "It won't be long. I am here to send my third senior brother back."

"Third brother, your love tribulation has passed, and the road ahead will be bright." Hui Chan could see Li Wuxia's fortune.

Therefore, when Li Wuxia returned this time, the people at Xuanjian Peak were not too worried.

Fu Zhu looked down: "Have you found the Liang sword?"

Huichan took off the sword, placed it in front of his knees, and with a wave of his finger, the scabbard flew off and inserted into the snow pile, revealing this sword that carried the fortune of the dynasty.

"Junior Sister, it has given birth to a sword spirit." Hui Chan touched the cold sword body and slowly told the story of the Liang Sword.

The last king of Xianzhu invited a swordsmith who lived in seclusion on a sacred mountain to forge a sword that would last for generations.

Whatever rare treasures he needed, the Xianzhu Dynasty would collect them for him, which was a waste of money and labor and caused public resentment.

Such a sword exhausted the last bit of luck of the Xianzhu Dynasty.

The Zhao people conquered the capital of Xianzhu Kingdom, and regarded the Liang Sword as a national treasure, calling themselves the Daliang Dynasty. As dynasties changed, the Daliang Dynasty also declined. When the dynasty collapsed, a royal child took the sword and hid among the people.

Later, he attained enlightenment in one day, built his foundation in 100 days, and formed his elixir in three years, thus establishing the Sword Sect. Liang Jian was the sword of all the successive leaders.

Today, the Sword Sect is already full of experts, and it is impossible for someone to steal the Liang Sword silently. It was the sword that gave birth to the sword spirit to repay the swordsmith's kindness.

The swordsmith had died long ago, leaving only one descendant. As he lay dying, his greatest wish was to see the Liang sword.

Huichan pointed his finger, and the Liang sword flew back into its scabbard. He stood up and brushed the snow off his clothes: "Little Senior Sister, do whatever you want to do."

Fu Zhu sat on the cold stone stairs, waved his hand, and watched Hui Chan leave.

Wu Sheng didn't move.

When Hui Chan could no longer be seen, Fu Zhu got up and went into the house, shouting, "Come in and help me grind." She was a little forgetful of the words when she picked up the pen, and after a while, she calmly wrote down the Tiandao Kung Fu and several pieces of music.

Wu Sheng couldn't understand the symbols, but as he ground the ink, his heart calmed down.

Not until Fu Zhu put down his pen did he put down the ink stick.

"If you practice this technique to perfection, your demon bloodline will be completely eradicated. You must memorize it and be able to recite it by heart." Fu Zhu stuffed the remaining papers at him and said, "This is the Demon Suppression Song, the Heart Purification Song, and the Spirit Purification Song. You don't know them, but the senior brother knows about music. Let him pick a good zither to teach you."

Wu Sheng lowered his eyes and nodded.

He walked to the door, stopped, and asked, "Are you leaving again soon?"

"I'm not in such a hurry." Fu Zhu said, "I still have to wait for Third Senior Brother to write me the recipe. Master should have a lot to say to him."

Seeing that Wu Sheng was hesitant to speak, Fu Zhu smiled lightly and said, "You can come to Xilian Peak to find me later."

She opened up Xilian Peak and raised the Kongming fish that Madam Weishui gave her. Only a little ink color remained on the top of its head, while the fish's body was transparent, the same color as the water.

Since Yuesu and Miyu were not around, Yu Lanze and Wusheng were taking care of them.

The lake water is clear, like a mirror.

The talisman bead threw into it the snow-white lotus seed that she picked up in the Qingyun Secret Realm. Kong Mingyu seemed to have noticed something and restrained herself from swallowing the lotus seed.

The lotus seeds sank to the bottom of the lake and were slowly covered by the surrounding mud. Suddenly, countless lotus stems, which were hollow inside and straight outside, emerged from the water. Pink and white lotus flowers one after another quickly filled the Wuyan Lake.

When Wu Sheng arrived at Xilian Lake, he looked at the lotuses all over the lake with his eyes slightly opened, a little surprised. A golden little beast was lying at Fuzhu's feet.

Noticing Wu Sheng’s arrival, Cancan raised her face and called him softly.

Fu Zhu said: "This time when I leave, I will take Cancan with me."

Wu Sheng said "Oh" and didn't react much.

Fu Zhu thought that Yue Su might be bored while recuperating in Qingyan Sea. She liked Cancan so much, and she would be happy to see Cancan.

Wusheng squatted by the water, stirring the water of Wuyan Lake. Kongmingyu thought that someone had come to feed the pond for it, so it pecked at the palm of the boy's hand, but got nothing.

Its round eyes were filled with confusion, and it flapped its tail, splashing water and hitting the transparent air wall.

A faint wisp of spiritual power appeared between Wu Sheng's fingers and disappeared in an instant.

"Have you drawn the energy into your body?" Fu Zhu asked with concern.

Wu Sheng was no longer as silent as before. He hummed and said, "Yu Lan Ze said that I can practice now, but I can't form a pill, and it's better not to build a foundation."

He is only at the third level of Qi Refining, and his spiritual power is very unstable, sometimes working and sometimes not.

Fu Zhu took over and said, "It's okay. Just follow the technique I gave you and practice slowly."

"Your third uncle's spirit has dispersed, and he needs to start cultivation again. You two will still have a companion." As she spoke, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It is so interesting to have a comparison on the road of cultivation.

In the past, she was the one chasing after the realm of her third senior brother, and now it was Wu Sheng’s turn to compete with him.

"By the way, where is the gray mouse?" Suddenly, Fu Zhu had an idea. She almost forgot about the monster.

Wu Sheng put a hand into his sleeve, touched it, pinched Huize and showed it to her: "It's called Huize."

Huize, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a ferocious look, with his hair standing on end. He growled at Fuzhu, then turned his head to look at Wusheng, gesturing with his front paws.