Today's Xianmen elegant pig slaughter

According to the tradition of the Yuntian Sect, after the apprenticeship ceremony, the master would always give the new disciple a treasure as a gift. From then on, when the disciple ventured into the world of immortal cultivation, this treasure would temporarily be the most impressive item on his person.

Nan Fuguang once obtained the Yaoguang Sword.

Everyone was looking forward to what Lu Sang would get this time, but who knew that after Nan Fuguang made a move and left the hall in a cool manner, Yan Ji'an actually ignored everyone's so-called expectations and left without staying for too long...
He didn't say where he was going when he left, but his back, which looked unusually unrelaxed, clearly showed that he was heading towards Taohualing.

Yan Ji'an has always been polite.

It wasn't so long since he had taken in a disciple that he had forgotten the proper steps. Before he left, he said in a voice that only Lu Sang could hear: "You already have the Fulong Sword."

Yan Ji'an's Feather-Broken Sword was forged from the torn wings of the ancient divine phoenix when it fell;
Lu Sang's Fulong Sword was forged from the sharpest fangs left after the fall of a real dragon.

Yusui and Fulong are a pair of male and female swords with a strong sense of fate.

Lu Sang still remembers how happy she was when she received the Fulong Sword from Yan Ji'an. She held the Fulong Sword and excitedly told Yan Ji'an that she would refine it into her natal sword as soon as possible.
The natal sword represents the state of unity between man and sword for a sword cultivator. A sword cultivator can only have one natal sword in his lifetime. The one who obtains the natal sword merges with the sword soul. From then on, the sword is born from the heart. The sword is with the person. When the sword is broken, the person dies.

Facing Lu Sang's excitement, Yunshang Immortal Venerable spoke in his usual calm tone and told her: No need to thank me, this sword is originally yours.

At that time, she was so happy that she didn't carefully consider whether his words were too cold. At this moment, she was left alone in the hall. Lu Sang finally felt the embarrassment of realizing it late...

Faced with her fellow practitioners coming up to chat with her, she could only force a smile. A fellow practitioner in a light blue Taoist robe, who was probably from the Weapon Refining Pavilion, said enviously, "The Fulong Sword is the same as the Yusui Sword. It is neither an immortal weapon nor a divine weapon. It is a treasure that transcends the attributes of sentient beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths... Which sword cultivator in the world does not dream of having such a treasured sword? You are so lucky, fellow practitioner."

Lu Sang subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction where Yunshang Immortal had left.

Then he looked away, paused, a flawless smile spread across his face, lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, I am so lucky."

……

In order to avoid everyone's inquiring gazes, Lu Sang hurriedly said goodbye to everyone and returned to his temporary residence in Taoting on Chixue Peak.

When it was mentioned to outsiders, they would all show an ambiguous expression, "You live in Taoting, no outsiders have lived there for thousands of years." But only Lu Sang knew that Taoting was bigger than imagined, and the side hall where she lived was far away from the bedroom where Yan Ji'an lived...
Judging from the straight-line distance, Nanfuguang in Taohualing of Chiri Peak next door is probably closer.

After thinking about it, his thoughts finally turned to Nan Fuguang. Lu Sang knocked his head and told himself not to think too much -
Nan Fuguang and Yan Ji'an have known each other for more than a hundred years. How could they be compared to her, who just showed up halfway?
Even if she is a divine phoenix.

Just thinking about this, a faint sour feeling spread in her heart. Lu Sang was very unfamiliar with this kind of emotion. She leaned on the bed and thought about it, feeling a little drowsy. Today was a good day for her to become a disciple, so naturally no one would be so blind as to let her go to Qingyun Cliff in the afternoon to listen to martial arts lessons. So she simply went to sleep...

She had a somewhat complicated dream.

……

Many, many years ago, the world was not what it is today.

The branches of the Shatuo tree are as big as mustard seeds, and its crown is like a cover that rushes into the sea of ​​clouds. The roots of the tree are entrenched on the earth, like the claws of a giant beast that created the world in ancient chaos, dividing the three realms of immortals, mortals, and earth.

On the east coast of the Impure Sea, the mortal world has four distinct seasons, and the starry sky is particularly bright in summer.
The Milky Way that runs across the bright moon looks like a sand table containing gems that was overturned by a god. The stars are twinkling, as if containing infinite possibilities of the entire universe.

"'When I say the word 'you', I mean, a hundred universes.'"
The girl under the tree snapped the book in her hand shut. It was different from the scrolls they usually read. It was a thick book bound with many, many pages of paper.
The girl tilted her head and looked at the man standing with his hands tied, next to the thick roots that had grown out of the soil under the trunk of the Shatuo Cleft Sky Tree.

"I'm talking to you." She pouted in dissatisfaction.

"You're reading a strange book again." The man took back the power from a lush branch. "The lifespan of people in the underworld is short, and their knowledge is limited."

The girl opened her eyes wide. "This is not a strange book. It was written by a talented human poet... And because the life span of humans in the Underworld is short, most people live every day seriously, which makes their romantic hearts grow exponentially."

The man obviously couldn't stand her nonsense and turned around to the other side of the tree trunk.

The girl dropped the heavy book in her hand, chased after him and hugged his arm, "This is actually a love poem, hey, why don't you react at all?"

The man lowered his head, allowing Lu Sang to see his face clearly. His facial features were almost the same as Yan Ji'an's, except that he was more mature and stable, and there seemed to be constant fatigue between his brows.

"What's the reaction?" he asked.

"We are going to become Taoist couples!" the girl said, "Can't you show some respect?"

The man was silent for a moment, and a hint of smile stained his weathered eyes - just this little smile was enough to make the girl's heart burst into bloom. She watched him raise his hand and break off a branch from a drooping branch of the Shatuo Cracked Sky Tree.

The thick and wide branch turned into a rough piece of wood. The man brushed the rough surface with his fingertips. The girl exclaimed and watched their names appear on the wooden sign.

"Lu Changli".
"Banquet Zhenlin".

The former blew lightly at the wood chips rolled up by the carvings. As he moved, the two side-by-side names emitted a faint golden light. He raised his hand and threw the wooden sign, which landed on a very tall tree trunk.

"Is that all right?"

When he lowered his eyes and looked over, everything in the world seemed to have fallen into a moment of silence——
The chirping of summer insects is no longer heard, the Milky Way seems to flicker for a moment, leaving only the rustling sound made by the evening breeze blowing through the treetops of the sand dunes.

"Will it..." The girl choked, "Will it always be there?"

The man withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the wooden sign that was swaying gently in the night breeze. "Yes," he said, "I will." The broken branch silently spread and grew again, and after sprouting, curling leaves and stretching, a red flower quietly bloomed.

……

When Lu Sang woke up, his chest was still pounding.

In the dream, the joy and satisfaction she felt as she hugged the man seemed to spread beyond the dream...
She lay in bed for a while, then realized that it was not just a daydream.

She found Yan Ji'an under the Marriage Tree in the back mountain. When she saw that familiar face again, she was not as calm as she had prepared - the pair of eyes with a faint smile in her dream appeared in her mind again. When the immortal sitting on the branch of the Marriage Tree lowered his head and looked at her calmly, the huge gap made her breath subconsciously stop.

The branches of the Marriage Tree were scattered with leaves, and were hung with wooden signs that jingled and bumped against each other in the wind. The names of the disciples of the Yuntian Sect were written in golden letters on the wooden signs.

past.
present.
Future.

Some have become couples, some simply put the name of their loved one together with their own and make a wish, and some of the wooden plaques are very old and have been rotten by wind and rain, with the golden name turning gray, symbolizing the fall of their life star.

The hem of Yan Ji'an's snow-white Taoist robe swayed slightly as he bowed his head, accompanied by the rustling sound of swaying tree shadows. Lu Sang did not expect that the always unkind Yunshang Immortal Venerable would also have a lot of thoughts.

She pretended not to notice the wooden sign in his hand that he was groping for thoughtfully a moment ago.

She approached the tree and looked up: "Master, can a person's name be hung on a tree twice?"

There was no surprise on Yan Jian's face. He was silent for a moment, and then he spoke with a firm tone: "You remembered something."

"Yes, I remembered something." Lu Sang didn't know whether to be surprised that he had expected this or angry. He bit his lower lip and asked, "Is the wooden sign still there?"

After a pause, she emphasized in an almost stubborn tone: "You said it would always be there."

Yan Ji'an casually hung the wooden sign in his hand on a tall branch beside him, then gently pushed himself on the branch and flew to the highest crown of the marriage tree. He picked up a wooden sign from the top and landed next to Lu Sang.

He handed her the sign.

The names "Lu Changli" and "Yan Zhenlin" are still there, but the name "Lu Changli" is shining with golden light, while the name "Yan Zhenlin" is a less bright gray-brown color.

This symbolizes that the destiny star of the divine phoenix has awakened. Although the true dragon has been born, it is not yet complete because it has not yet passed the tribulation.

Holding the wooden sign in his hand, Lu Sang pressed his palm so hard that it lost its color. He looked up at the Immortal Lord in front of him and asked the question that had been ignored just now: "Can a person's name be hung on a tree twice?"

Yan Jian turned his head and glanced at the marriage tree behind him. His eyes probably passed over the place where he had just hung the wooden sign in his hand. "I said before, everything before the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree withered is the past. You are not Lu Changli, and I am not Yan Zhenlin."

"If everything in the past is meaningless, then why do I suddenly think of it at a time like this?!"

"Because you returned to the Yuntian Sect."
Hearing this, Yan Ji'an smiled faintly, "It's no coincidence that you and I awakened at the same time in Yuntian Sect. There have never been so many coincidences in the world."

"Then why was this sign hung on the Yuntian Sect's Marriage Tree? If everything before the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree withered is already the past, why did you move it from the Shatuo Sky-Splitting Tree to the Yuntian Sect?"

Faced with Lu Sang's increasingly anxious tone, Yunshang Immortal Venerable became a little absent-minded again.

Lu Sang looked into his empty eyes. The joy in her heart when she woke up from the dream led to her current powerlessness - she had only lived for a few decades in this life, but it seemed that because of a dream, she was carrying another relationship that lasted for hundreds of years.

She paused and closed her eyes tiredly: "If you don't care anymore, you never thought about waiting for me..."

Yan Jian did not answer.

He didn't want to tell Lu Sang that he was probably thinking about this question, too.

He was the one who took the wooden plaque of the past marriage between the True Dragon and the Divine Phoenix from the Shatuo Sky Hunting Tree and placed it in the Yuntian Sect. He retrieved it many years ago when he was just born.
No one even knew about it.
but.
The divine phoenix has yet to descend upon the world, and everything in the immortal world and the mortal world has become increasingly worse. The seasons have reversed, and in the mortal world there have been floods and locust plagues in the summer for several consecutive years, and heavy snow for several months in the winter. In the immortal world, every breakthrough for a low-level cultivator means a catastrophe...
People always think that even if a true dragon were to descend to the world in its complete form, it could somewhat save the current situation in the Three Realms and Six Paths.
Everyone began to worry about his tribulation. Xie Cong consulted many ancient books and for the first time proposed that if the Divine Phoenix did not appear, other Taoist companions might be able to replace the Divine Phoenix.
That day, the leader of the Yuntian Sect asked him, is Nan Fuguang okay?
He thought he would refuse, but he acquiesced to it by keeping silent.

Lu Sang and Nan Fuguang, who came first?
"If you care about this, just smash it."

Yan Ji'an said, his tone as ruthless as ever.

The wooden sign fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the tears that the girl had been holding back burst out, and she finally fell into the arms of the Immortal Lord.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the dead leaves on the marriage tree fell, landing on the girl's thin shoulders, and then fell into the dust because of a slight tremor.

……

Taotao used the recording function of the two-way mirror to freeze the brief embrace under the marriage tree, and provided it to Nan Fuguang in high-definition unedited format.

In this regard, it is difficult for Nan Fuguang to avoid being defeated.

"Because I had a few words with a butcher, he took away all my two-way mirrors! All of them! He even took away the old ones that were only used for conversations decades ago! Now he is crying and hugging Lu Sang under the marriage tree! What a fellow! I called him what a fellow! I have never seen such a standard policy that only soldiers are allowed to set fires! As a commoner who really wants to light a lamp, what should I do? Can I cut off his hand?!"

(End of this chapter)