My enemies became my companions

Chapter 444: Not Very Interesting (Two in One)

In the small building outside the sword pond.

The two ancestral tablets that were shining with golden light before were now completely dim and as quiet as if they were dead.

The leading Taoist priest wanted to touch it, but as soon as he thought about it, the tablet collapsed into pieces.

All the Taoists had pale faces, looking as if they were dead.

The bodies of those who committed suicide by cutting their own throats, sacrificing their lives to become immortals, are still there, their blood stinging the eyes. They died, but they died in vain.

"Shouldn't...shouldn't be like this..."

The three red and yellow Taoist robes were stained with blood. The few remaining Taoists trembled slightly, and the pupils of the oldest ones were wide open.
"Wu Buyu... is awake?"

The voice was very soft, yet it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the whole building seemed to sink.

No one dared to speak in response.

Wu Buyu's awakening means that the sword pool is about to collapse.

As for why Wu Buyu ignored this small building, the Taoists didn't know the answer. Perhaps in the eyes of the former number one in the world, these old monsters in the eyes of ordinary people were never worth mentioning.

The incense burner was still there, and the corpses on the ground stabbed people's souls. The fate of Chongyang Temple for hundreds of years hung in the balance. The elderly Taoist suddenly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice:
“Please… God, please!”

All the Taoists were shocked, and one of them asked, "Our ancestors and immortals have already been invited with blood, who else can we invite?"

"magic!"

The old Taoist bit his teeth and bleeds to speak, blood foam seeping out of the tip of his tongue:
"Extraterritorial Demon!"

The faces of the Taoists turned terribly pale, as if they had heard something unbelievable, and they were all in a state of fascination.

"Chongyang Temple opened the gate to heaven for countless Taoists. How could they have done us any harm?!" The elder Taoist shouted, "We were unable to ascend to heaven because of the heavy demonic obstacles that could not be eliminated. Why don't we make full use of them today to repay your kindness?!"

Immediately, the Taoist chanted a spell and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his heart and fell onto the incense burner.

There were few people responding behind him, and only a few drops of blood gathered over there.

The Taoist sighed inwardly, but a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

The originally misty smoke from the incense burner became thicker, and scarlet blood smoke rose up, gradually outlining a painting in the fog.

The next moment, a tall figure suddenly stepped out of the painting, and half of his face was seen by everyone.

The elderly Taoist who was on the verge of death raised his head and looked hard.

The man had a sword on his back and a knife at his waist.

"Who is so kind to open the door..." Chen Yi's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his throat was filled with the acrid blood that had just recovered. "Who are you?"

.........

There is a cliff on the left side of the mountain top. The wide cliff edge protrudes outward, and the cracks are like dog teeth. Behind the extended cliff edge is a cave.

There was a sharp pain on his face, and the wind from outside the mountain blew in. Min Ning stood at the entrance of the cave and stroked the stone wall.

The wall was covered with marks left by swords and knives, some shallow and some deep.

This is the Juejian Cave that the old man mentioned.

Yin Weiying looked around and said:
"It took seven days to break his swordsmanship. The swordsman who stayed here must have racked his brains, scratched his head, and kept swinging his sword. In the end, he was almost in despair. This is called the Sword Cave."

Wu Buyu's Qingxiao sword technique is engraved on the stone wall deep in the ground.

Min Ning saw the bloodstains in the corner and the sword marks on the wall. It was not difficult to imagine that he had committed suicide under great pressure.

In the seven days, every day lost meant getting closer to death, and the hope of salvation clearly lay there. What a mental torture it was.

Yin Weiying glanced at Lu Ying who was sitting in the depths observing the swordplay, then walked up to Min Ning.

The nun lowered her voice and said, "How about you and I think of a way... to escape."

Min Ning glanced at Yin Weiying. This was unexpected but reasonable.

It seems that even though things are different now, they are not that different from the past.

Min Ning whispered in secret, sneering, "Escape? Leave Lu Ying here?"

Yin Weiying didn't know how to say it directly, so he said, "Everyone has their own fate."

Min Ning sneered and said, "If you wanted to escape, why would I have stood up at that time? But you... Wu Buyu didn't even notice you, you could have just left."

Yin Weiying was unhappy after hearing this. He asked her to go alone, but how could she know where the exit of the secret realm was? And did he really think she couldn't find it? If it wasn't for the fact that Min Ning was his woman after all, she wouldn't care about Min Ning's life or death.

Min Ning walked past Yin Weiying and said without looking back, "Sword Armor Zhou Yitang once walked out of the sword alive. I am not weaker than her."

Yin Weiying sarcastically said, "Zhou Yitang doesn't compare herself with anyone, but you always compare yourself with her."

Zhou Yitang killed the three corpses. When she was still a concubine, she naturally knew it from their daily life. She also knew that Zhou Yitang would not compare herself with anyone.

Otherwise, I'm afraid she won't be able to become the first lady.

Min Ning came to the deep stone wall, smiled at Lu Ying, didn't say much, just silently observed the sword skills on the wall.

This action made Lu Ying feel at ease for no reason.

After observing for nearly an hour, Min Ning walked to an open space on the edge of the cliff, drew out the Fengyun Sword, and swung it according to the marks on the stone wall.

Min Ning moved his feet, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, thrust out with a sword, then turned quickly like the wind and slashed with the sword horizontally, and the cold wind on the cliff dissipated towards the sword.

She was performing the Qingxiao sword technique on the mural.

Wu Buyu did not hide his skills on the stone wall; every move of his entire sword technique was presented there without reservation.

However, today, the Sword Pond is filled with sword tombs.

It didn't take long before Min Ning finally performed all the sword moves, with sweat dripping down his face. Zhou Yitang watched him and had already formed four or five images in a short period of time.

Min Ning held the sword, but muttered, "Not right."

"It's really wrong."

"Raining?" She suddenly responded, and Min Ning was surprised and happy.

Holding the sword in his hand, Min Ning did not bother about why she did not respond, and asked hurriedly: "Tell me what's wrong?"

"All those who died here were without exception great swordsmen. Even if it was an honest swordsmanship, how could they not imitate it to 100% of its original form?" Zhuo Yu said slowly, "Wu Buyu's swordsmanship is not about the swordsmanship itself."

Min Ning gripped his sword tightly and asked, "Where is that?"

"Tao," Zhuo Yu's tone was filled with a hint of complex emotion, "Skills are close to Tao. To achieve the ultimate in skills requires great obsession. Can they imitate swordsmanship and obsession?"

"It is so difficult to learn sword skills from sword techniques. The sword technique of killing immortals with bare hands... is really awe-inspiring." Min Ning whispered to himself.

Zhuo Yu suddenly said, "If you look up to a lofty mountain, why don't you climb it?"

Min Ning raised his head suddenly and said:
"You mean, we need to comprehend the sword intent?"

Zhuo Yu didn't reply, and it was unclear whether it was a confirmation or a denial.

Min Ning didn't care. She knew that Zhu Yu always liked to be mysterious. Besides, some truths were difficult to describe in words and could only be understood.

In a nutshell, I'm used to it.

Min Ning picked up the sword again and performed the sword techniques on the mural.

I don't know how long it took, but night slowly fell.

Lu Ying never picked up the sword. She sat in front of the stone wall for a long time. No one knew what she was thinking. Yin Weiying saw that she actually wanted to touch the sword several times, but her hand trembled slightly and stopped in mid-air. Yin Weiying frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

Come on, neither of them will survive.

The nun never had any hope for Min Ning's family who were trained in traditional martial arts, but she still had some hope for Lu Ying. After all, he had the title of Jianjia's first disciple, and who knows, he might even be better than her. But a scene like this was really discouraging.

The bonfire was lit. Min Ning knew that Lu Ying had not practiced sword moves, but he did not urge him. He just looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You should take a good rest first."

When it was completely late at night, Lu Ying could only fall asleep to relieve his troubled mood.

Min Ning continued to practice sword.

When they stopped to rest halfway, she turned around and saw Yin Weiying leaning against the stone wall, looking at her.

His eyes were fixed on the hairpin with cloud pattern in her hair.

"Let's chat?" Min Ning walked over and took the initiative to speak.

Yin Weiying glanced at her and stretched out his hand.

Min Ning was not in a hurry to return it, but said: "Let me ask you some questions first, you answer me well first, and then I will return it to you."

"You're going to die anyway, why bring my hairpin into the coffin?" Yin Weiying said sarcastically, and then asked, "Do you want to ask him about it?"

Min Ning ignored her sarcasm, sat down, poked the fire with a branch to make it brighter, and said:

"Well, has he... been eating well lately?"

The first thing he asked was about something as trivial as food. Yin Weiying couldn't understand it, but he still said:

"It's not bad. Although he can fast, he still has a craving for food. I have never treated him badly in my Xuanfu."

"You dare not treat me badly." Min Ning said.

Yin Weiying was silent for a while, then snorted coldly and said, "Why should I be treated unfairly?"

Min Ning propped up her face with one hand. She was not worried about Chen Yi's food, drink and shelter. Instead of worrying about Chen Yi, she might as well worry about the two children who stayed in Master Bai's building. But she thought they could take care of themselves.

The reason I ask these is because I really don’t know what to ask.

"How is my sister?" Min Ning paused, then asked, "How did Chen Yi treat her?"

Yin Weiying recalled briefly and said, "She? She behaved herself and was a good maid. Chen Yi didn't make things difficult for her, and Tingxue also protected her."

Min Ning nodded slightly.

At this time, Yin Weiying rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled, "Min Yuechi, you are not worried that he will get horny, right? Just relax."

"Why should you relax?" Min Ning was always worried about Chen Yi on this matter.

Yin Weiying pointed at himself and said, "He is almost obedient to me now."

Min Ning frowned slightly, his expression difficult to discern in the flickering firelight:
"Really?"

Even though she knew that Chen Yi was lustful by nature and Yin Weiying was the best thing for him, Min Ning still felt uncomfortable when she heard that Chen Yi obeyed her orders.

It was like watching him being tricked.

Yin Weiying knew she didn't want to believe it, but he made her believe it anyway, saying, "Otherwise, why would he marry me?"

"I'm just considering your face." Min Ning denied it indifferently.

Yin Weiying sneered. How could she not know how obsessed Chen Yi was with her? They were inseparable in Shan and Cheng, tossing each other around day and night, saying at least a hundred sweet words to each other, not to mention the love that was revealed unintentionally.

Now there were only two of them, so Yin Weiying revealed a part and said:

"Even before leaving Beijing, he was always reluctant to let me leave like this, and in Xuan Mansion, he was reluctant to leave. You don't need to ask about other places. I even gave in to him in such matters, so how could he treat me unfairly in other places?"

Min Ning raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced sideways, and suddenly said:

"Then...thank you."

"Ah?" Yin Weiying was stunned.

"Thank you for taking care of him..."

Min Ning poked the bonfire, and sparks flew out from the glowing red charcoal, flying far away and turning into stars. The night was quiet with only a little thunder, but it was like the occasional bird call in the mountains, not alarming.

The atmosphere was still somewhat tense, but it slowly eased.

Min Ning lowered her eyes to look at the fire, and seemed to see an illusory reflection, reflecting her own face wearing the hairpin. Yin Weiying felt that the hairpin suited her very well, but she was just the opposite.

It wasn't originally meant for her, so there's no point in her leaving.

Min Ning took off the hairpin with a cloud pattern and handed it over.

A faint silver light was flickering, and Yin Weiying was puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, he put the hairpin in his arms and put it back on his hair carefully.

She should have said thank you, but when she saw it was Min Ning, she didn't say it.

The crown girl lowered her eyes.

I guess Min Ning returned the hairpin because he was thinking he was going to die.

It seems there is no need to thank her.

Min Ning then said: "Go on, tell me about you and him."

"I regard him as a Taoist companion, and I won't let him down for anything. However, you also know that he has great desires, and if they are satisfied, he will certainly not have any troubles," Yin Weiying continued softly, "The bad thing is that his desires are so great, and Tingxue and I always suffer."

The tone was calmer than before, with less sarcasm.

"You two... together?"

Min Ning asked tentatively, her face felt a little hot when she talked about these personal matters.

Yin Weiying did not deny it, and said calmly:
“Sometimes, it’s just too much for me to handle on my own.

However, when Tingxue's period comes, it will be impossible for the two of them to be together."

Min Ning reasoned along the lines, "So... you don't have to serve him anymore?"

Yin Weiying shook his head and said, "...No, I want Ailianghuicao."

Min Ning: “…”

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh when her enemy, who had such a grudge against her, was bullied by him. In short, her hands were shaking a little.

Yin Weiying said this subconsciously, and then realized it belatedly, feeling embarrassed. However, he couldn't lose face, so he silently recited the Supreme Forgetfulness Method.

The two women talked a lot that night.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, covering the cliffs below. The sparks of fire were dim, and all they talked about were insignificant things.

There had been very little sarcasm and ridicule before. Most of the time, Yin Weiying was talking and Min Ning was listening, chatting about the few topics. Since they had met, they had rarely been so harmonious.

"It's a pity that you died like this." Yin Weiying said for no reason.

After all,
Yin Weiying didn't really want Min Ning to die. Thinking of the grudge between Min Ning and herself, it was not an exaggeration for the nun to think that this person would kneel on the ground and cry day and night. She even thought about how to discipline him and how to persuade Chen Yi. If Min Ning died like this, the past grudge would be over in one fell swoop...

It's quite boring.

(End of this chapter)