The ancestor of all monsters in Shushan

Situ Ping couldn't understand: "Why did your mother die after telling my parents? Explain yourself clearly!"

Zi Ling choked with tears and said, "I am not an ordinary human being. My father is a swordsman from the Emei Sect, and my mother is an alien celestial fox.

After she was released from the military service, her Nascent Soul flew to the East China Sea to practice in Diao Ao Ji. Now she is about to face the heavenly tribulation. Only you can save her..."

"How can I save her? I am just a weak scholar."

"You were born in a yang year, a yang month, a yang day, and a yang hour. My master said that only a person like you who was born in the four right times can help my mother survive the heavenly tribulation."

"Can you save your mother even if she is paralyzed in bed?"

This question confused Zi Ling. After thinking for a while, she nodded slightly: "I think it's because of different destinies, which correspond to the principle of yin and yang, and the changes of heaven and earth. Anyway, my master said so.
It must be right. If you are really a paralytic, or if we can't find you at all, then it is my mother's destiny, and there is no other way."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. She was extremely worried when she thought that if her mother could not survive the calamity, she would be reduced to ashes.

Seeing her crying so sadly, Situ Ping couldn't bear it and softened his tone: "Then what's the reason why if I go back and tell my parents, this matter won't be accomplished?"

Zi Ling said, "I heard from my father that he is the sword immortal of the Emei Sect, and your mother is the sword immortal of the Wutai Sect. The hatred between Emei and Wutai is as deep as the sea. If your mother knew about this, she would definitely not allow you to save my mother."

Situ Ping was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then suddenly burst into laughter: "You said my mother is a sword fairy? Or a sword fairy from the Wutai Sect? Hahaha, my mother is just a tofu seller! She can't use a sword, but she is good at grinding and soaking beans.
When he beat me, he used the feather duster very well. Forget about the sword fairy or something like that. I have never seen a sword in my home since I was a child. If there really was a sword, I would have taken it out to travel the world long ago!"

Situ Ping has a dream of being a martial artist. He admires the Jiangnan heroes the most. He has dreamed of traveling the world with a sword, robbing the rich to help the poor, eradicating evil and treacherous people, and taking revenge...

Unfortunately, although his parents had taught him some breathing techniques to maintain health, he was still a weak scholar.

Seeing him like this, Zi Ling suddenly flipped her hand, and the table in front of the two of them automatically floated and then flew up.

Situ Ping was stunned: "You, you, you, is this a trick or a real magic?"

He stretched out his arm and swept it up and down the table, back and forth, left and right, to see if there was anything pulling.

The result is naturally no.

Zi Ling pointed again, and this time Situ Ping flew off the ground.

He swung his hands, staggered back and forth, and almost fell, but of course he didn't fall. Even when he turned upside down, he was still suspended two or three feet above the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm really floating!" Situ Ping said excitedly, "Is everything you said true? Is your father really a swordsman? Is your mother really a fox spirit?"

It sounded fine at first, but when the word "fox spirit" came out at the end, Zi Ling's face changed immediately. She immediately stopped the spell, threw Situ Ping to the ground, and then turned around angrily.

Situ Ping rubbed his butt and climbed up, then came over and asked, "Are you really a sword immortal? Then can you release a flying sword? Like in the legend, you point your finger and a flying sword will fly out, slaying demons and monsters a hundred steps away?"

Zi Ling raised her hand and a purple sword light flew out. It went to the yard and cut a piece of wood, then flew back and was resorbed into her body.

"Wow!" Situ Ping quickly ran to the yard to check the broken end of the wood. It was indeed cut by a sharp blade. He turned back and stared at Zi Ling's hand. "The light just now flew into this place. Is that really a flying sword?"

Zi Ling looked at Situ Ping like this and sighed helplessly: "I have told you the truth, the Emei Sect is a righteous sect, and the Wutai Sect is an evil sect. You will eventually turn over a new leaf.

And helping my mother survive this catastrophe is your chance to join the Emei Sect. Not only that... I... I, the master said, he said... the two of us..."

She wanted to talk about the marriage between the two parties, but she was too shy to say it.

Situ Ping was heartless: "What's wrong with us? What did your master say? Could it be... could it be?"

He seemed to have thought of something and shouted in shock.

Zi Ling thought he had guessed it, her face suddenly turned red, and she turned away again.

Situ Ping said, "That's not good, right?"

Zi Ling said with deep sadness: "But our master said that it is destined by heaven, what can we do!" Situ Ping was also very sad: "Why is it destined by heaven? Why? Which heaven can decide such a thing? This is too ridiculous!"

Seeing that he was unwilling, Zi Ling felt very embarrassed and couldn't back down: "Do you think this is a bad thing?"

"Of course it's not good!" Situ Ping slammed the table in anger. "No wonder some people blame God. God is too cunning to predict such a thing!"

Zi Ling felt unwilling to give in again, so she turned around and asked unconvincedly: "What's wrong? Am I not worthy of you?"

Situ Ping was a little stunned: "You are stronger than me, you are now a sword immortal, what about me? A scholar who can't even tie a chicken with his hands, you want me to fight with you, isn't this a thief of God?"

"What?" Zi Ling felt as if there was some misunderstanding. "What are you thinking? Are you saying that God has destined something?"

Situ Ping said seriously, "I want you to represent the Emei Sect, and I will represent the Wutai Sect, and then we will duel with swords! Think about it, I still have to save your mother, who is the benefactor of your family. Let me, your benefactor, duel with you.

Or is it fate? How idiotic must God be to come up with this idea? Besides, I definitely can't defeat you. If you kill me with your sword, I will naturally die, and you will also bear the infamy of killing your benefactor.

Oh my, this thief God made up a story that is quite touching and tortuous, but it is destined to happen like this, it is really disgusting! "

Zi Ling was stunned by the plot he had imagined. She really couldn't understand how this boy could think of this.

"You represent the Wutai Sect? I represent the Emei Sect? Let's have a sword duel?"

"Yes, that's what's written in the book." Situ Ping said seriously, "The Emei Sect and the Wutai Sect have been fighting for a hundred years, and several generations have killed each other. Now in our generation, only you and I are the two most outstanding descendants.

Originally you came here to kill me, but I happened to be your mother's destined savior, and you came to ask me to save your mother. After the rescue, you wanted to marry me, but you also wanted to avenge your mother.

In order to end the century-long dispute between the two sects, we had a world-shaking decisive battle. In the end, you killed me, and you were not happy either. You regretted it for the rest of your life, and you never got married and died in depression. "

Zi Ling was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The books she read in Zi Ling Valley were all Confucian classics and secret manuals. She had never read this kind of story. She never thought that Situ Ping could come up with so many things in his mind.

But when she heard Situ Ping say that he was willing to marry her, she was moved again.

"Isn't that so?" Situ Ping saw that his expression was not right.

"Of course not!" Zi Ling told him, "The Emei Sect has been passed down for a thousand years since the first generation of elders, and the Wutai Sect has also been around since the Song Dynasty. There are countless masters in the sect.
Sixty years ago, in the first sword fight at Mount Emei, the Wutai Sect’s Hunyuan Patriarch had one of his arms chopped off by the Emei Sect’s headmaster, Qi Zhenren. Hunyuan Patriarch refused to accept the defeat and agreed to fight again in ten years…”

Zi Ling roughly recounted the feud between the two sects to Situ Ping: "How much power do you and I have? How can we represent the two major sects to settle the feud? Don't ever say this again, or people will laugh their heads off if they hear it."

"So that's how it is?" Situ Ping scratched his head. "According to what you said, our two sects are indeed deeply hostile to each other. Then how can I help your mother overcome the calamity? Wouldn't that mean I'm betraying my master?"

Zi Ling patiently said to him: "You are not betraying the sect, you are abandoning the dark and joining the light! Although the Wutai Sect is better than those evil heretics, there are also a lot of bad people in it. Some people cut open the stomachs of pregnant women.

Take out the babies inside to refine swords. Some capture children this big, kill them with evil methods, and use their souls to refine swords. Except for a few who know how to restrain themselves, the rest are all evil scums who must be killed and not spared! "

After a short pause, she continued, "Also, although my father is the inherited master of the Emei Sect, I have not yet officially entered. My master said that I have another twin sister, and they both have... a marriage destiny with you.

After helping my mother to overcome the tribulation, the three of us will become disciples and join the Emei Sect. I think that the rules of our Emei Sect are very strict, especially in order to correct the status of a celestial being and ascend to the immortal world, one must enter the sect as a child.

In the future, although the three of us will live together as husband and wife, it will only be in name only, starting from emotion and ending with reason. We will help each other in other matters, be good companions, and then cultivate together to become celestial beings and ascend to the fairyland hand in hand. I wonder if you can agree to this?"

Situ Ping felt like he was dreaming. He couldn't accept this reality. "Wait a moment. Let me take my time."

He stood up and walked out. Zi Ling said from behind: "No matter what, please don't tell your father or mother. Otherwise, the fate between us will be completely severed!"

Situ Ping seemed not to have heard anything and returned home in a daze. He looked at his parents who were picking beans. They didn't look like the legendary sword immortals at all. He imagined his parents raising their hands and releasing flying swords like Zi Ling.

Situ Xingming and Jiang Sangu had been thinking that something big was going to happen these days, and they were all worried, so they didn't notice their son's abnormal behavior for a while. (End of this chapter)