Embers of Sword

Chapter 33 The Tide is Coming
After a while.

Deng Baiyi sat on the bed with a complicated expression, looking at the young man in white who was half leaning against the windowsill.

"Is this what you mean by...holding someone while sleeping?"

"otherwise?"

Xie Xuanyi looked at the street view outside the window and said calmly: "Jiang Huang is small in stature, but she sleeps badly. Please be patient at night."

Deng Baiyi discovered that there was another person in the room when she lifted the bed curtain.

Also.

The little guy was sleeping the whole time, and she almost ignored his existence...

"What about you?" Deng Baiyi carefully covered Jiang Huang with the quilt, feeling a little worried.

"I don't have to sleep."

Xie Xuanyi shook his head. "You've been traveling a lot these past few days. You should have a good rest. There will be troubles to come."

"Any more trouble?"

Deng Baiyi became nervous. She had thought that arriving at Lichao City would be the end of the journey, but now it seemed that was not the case.

"It's just some 'minor troubles'. Don't worry, I will fulfill my previous promises one by one. I will arrange a residence for your father in the imperial city and find you a reliable teacher."

Xie Xuanyi lowered his eyes and said slowly:
"In the past few days, most of your acupoints have been penetrated."

"It won't be long before I can advance to the second realm and refine my vital energy myself. This speed of cultivation is considered pretty good among the big sects. If I get guidance from a famous teacher, I will soon become the backbone of the younger generation..."

When Deng Baiyi heard this, she lowered her head silently to hide the disappointment that flashed across her eyes.

Xie Zhen is trying to drive me away...

Think about this.

Then Xie Xuanyi gave some tips on cultivation.

They are all like the night wind blowing through the hall, passing by in an instant.

She hummed a few words perfunctorily.

Xie Xuanyi noticed that Deng Baiyi was absent-minded, so he stopped talking. Although they were in the same room, neither of them spoke.

This small room fell into a long silence.

Perhaps because she had been running around for too long, Deng Baiyi, who was sitting on the bed and thinking about random things, soon fell into a deep sleep, mumbling in her sleep.

Xie Xuanyi, who was sitting by the window, shook his head, stood up, closed the curtain for her, then silently closed the door and left.

……

……

As night falls, Lichao City becomes brightly lit and even more lively.

Wearing a mask and with a different face, Xie Xuanyi walked alone in the busy streets.

Now this face looks very ordinary.

Walking down the street, you won't attract anyone's attention.

Ten years away from the world.

Lichao City still looks the same as it did back then.

There are many people who travel around here practicing martial arts and performing arts. These people are very good at kung fu and each of them is a knight with unique skills. Their chests can break stones and they can spit fire from their mouths. A bunch of tourists around them throw coins to give them tips.

If it were ten years ago.

I must be a spectator in the crowd watching the fun and throwing coins.

But now Xie Xuanyi had no interest in watching at all.

His gaze passed over the streets and alleys, over the bustling crowds, and turned to the tall tower on the east side of Lichao City. A flock of birds flew across the zenith, flames rushed into the sky, and the distant tide hit the embankment... and also hit Xie Xuanyi's heart.

"Buzz!"

In the heart lake, the sound of the long-lost flying sword rang out!
The strongest connection in the world is the connection between a cultivator and his natal object.

Once smelted.

The monk and his natal object are thus bound together.

Benming, Benming... The meanings of these two words are as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The name of Xie Xuanyi's sword is [Chen Yan].

As long as the illness is there, He will be there.

If his illness gets serious, he will die.

A sword cultivator lives with his sword. A sword cultivator can die but cannot kneel, and a flying sword can break but cannot bend.

Xie Xuanyi walked towards the high tower of Lichao City. The noise around him gradually faded away, and the lights gradually went out. Finally, he came to a dam. In front of him was a dark tide, which swept out countless white foam in the night, like a roaring lion.

Countless tides hit the dam.

The waves are rolling.

The wind blows hard.

After arriving at the scene in person, Xie Xuanyi could no longer hear the sound of the flying sword in his heart.

He frowned and felt it carefully...

The world is extremely noisy.

The lake of my heart was dead silent.

There was no sound of [Shen Yan]. "The tide is coming."

A calm voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Xie Xuanyi looked to the side.

Before the stone railings of the dam, a figure stood there at some point. The figure looked like a stone sculpture, blending into the darkness...

But the moment their eyes met, all the hairs on Xie Xuanyi's body stood up.

Although he stood in the darkness, he had white robes and white hair!

There are some people whose identities you can know without even meeting them.

There is no doubt that this is the "mysterious Taoist priest" who made a deal with Deng Baiyi.

Xie Xuanyi stepped on the ground and swept back, then threw out a talisman!
There was a loud "bang".

A huge ball of fire exploded in the darkness, and the Taoist talisman containing the phoenix's blood was ignited in the night. The billowing flames spread and turned into a large ball with a radius of ten feet. However, the figure in the center did not dodge and just endured the burning of the fire. Not only did he not look in pain, but there was even a hint of smile in his eyes.

"Xie Xuanyi, aren't you a sword cultivator?"

This mysterious Taoist priest was younger than Xie Xuanyi had imagined. Although he had white hair and beard, he looked only middle-aged.

The Taoist priest in white robes said softly: "The Taoist talisman technique is of no use to me."

next moment.

Golden energy shot out, and Xie Xuanyi retreated while pointing at the figure standing in the darkness.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The amount of vital energy in the major orifices is extremely small.

But if Xie Xuanyi insisted on using it, he could squeeze out some.

There was a crisp "bang" sound.

The flying sword condensed by golden energy instantly broke through the void and came directly in front of the Taoist priest in white robe. Faced with this attack, the Taoist priest in white robe no longer resisted, but slightly turned sideways and dodged it... The flying sword instantly slashed back and collided with the white robe, bursting out with a violent sound of metal colliding.

The Taoist priest was like a willow catkin, floating in the wind, flying a long distance, and then landing on the surging river surface.

He smiled and asked, "This sword is almost filled with murderous intent. Why has it come to this between you and me?"

Xie Xuanyi had a blank expression on his face.

He stared at the Taoist priest in white robes in front of him and said coldly: "What do you mean between you and me...are we familiar with each other?"

"Some people are as fresh as new, while others are as old as ever."

The Taoist priest was still smiling and spoke softly, "There are more than just black and white in this world... Xie Xuanyi, even if you and I can't be friends, we don't have to be enemies."

These words did not make Xie Xuanyi's expression better.

He still stared at the Taoist priest in white robe in front of him...

Xie Xuanyi told himself rationally.

This Taoist priest in white robe is an extremely dangerous being, and his level of cultivation is unfathomable.

But there was no "warning" sound in his heart.

This is very scary.

The Taoist priest in white robe smiled and said, "Even if you don't like me, I saved your life after all. Why would we need to draw swords when we meet now?"

"so……"

Xie Xuanyi clenched the golden Yuan Sword in his palm and said coldly: "The one who planned the layout of Yuzhu Town and has been calculating until now is you?"

After waking up in Yuzhu Town, every step I took gave me the illusion that my lifeline was being pulled up.

He had always suspected that it was this Taoist priest in white robe who did it... Originally, Xie Xuanyi was worried that the person behind the scenes was hiding well and would not show up no matter what.

But look at it now.

This guy is much more "frank" than I thought.

"How can this be considered a calculation?"

The Taoist priest in white robes looked sad, and sighed, "Thinking back to the battle ten years ago, after fighting for thousands of miles, you were already exhausted, your body was shattered, and in this situation, even if you didn't jump into the sea, you would be no different from a dead person. Tell me, how great is the grace of saving your life? Even if I give you something in return... it's not too much, right?"

Xie Xuanyi frowned.

The Taoist priest in white robe smiled and said, "You have received the true teachings of Lotus Peak of Dasui Sword Palace. Your spiritual skills are unparalleled in the world and you can predict the future... You already know clearly whether what I said before is true or false. If I really wanted to plot against you, why did the warning of the fate line disappear after leaving Tai'an City?"

indeed.

After killing Xu You, the feeling of uneasiness caused by the thread of fate disappeared.

But this was not enough to reassure Xie Xuanyi.

He was sure that this was the first time he had seen this face in his life...

I can save myself from ten years ago.

The dead and the living, flesh and bones, even the Golden Immortal is no more than this!
How could he not have heard of such a person?

"who are you?"

Xie Xuanyi stared at the Taoist priest in white robe and asked about the deepest doubts in his heart.

"first meet."

The Taoist priest in white robe bowed slightly, saluted, and said softly: "I am Lu Yuzhen, a humble Taoist. I am not worth mentioning."

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(End of this chapter)