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Chapter 245 Green Edge Sword

Inside the murals at Futu Mountain.

"Oh, your nephew has already swum across the quicksand zone."

"Yes, I can see..."

On the snow-covered Meishan Mountain, Erlang Shen Yang Jian was roasting a pheasant by the campfire, ignoring the chubby little monk beside him.

"My apologies, my apologies." The little monk looked at the roast chicken and turned away.

"Erlang Zhenjun, are you really going to keep waiting?"

“Maitreya Bodhisattva, you don’t need to say anything more,” Erlang Shen said to the chubby monk.

"The Meishan brothers are waiting for Chenxiang in various places along the westward journey to help him complete this journey."

“True Lord, the way you're saying it sounds like you're sending your nephew away,” said Maitreya Bodhisattva.

"If Chenxiang is gone, I have no more attachments in this world."

"Don't say such things. Why don't you come with me and learn Buddhism for two days, and then you'll be able to see things more clearly," Maitreya Bodhisattva said earnestly.

"What good does it do to let go of the past? Can it change the facts?"

"At least you won't be hiding here in despair," said Maitreya Bodhisattva.

Am I depressed?

Erlang Shen took out his wine pouch, took a sip, and laughed loudly.

The Tai'a sword was drawn from behind him, and Erlang Shen, fueled by the wine, danced with the sword while drinking.

Maitreya Bodhisattva is truly fortunate to have the opportunity to witness Erlang Shen's sword dance.

Sheathing the Tai'a sword, Erlang Shen laid out three swords on the snow.

The Tai'a Sword, the Kunwu Sword, and the Qingfeng Sword looked up at Maitreya Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, which of these three swords do you think is suitable for Chenxiang?" Erlang Zhenjun asked.

“The Tai’a sword is not suitable for Chenxiang. You, True Lord, need the Tai’a sword more now.”

“Kunwu Sword…” Maitreya Bodhisattva shook his head.

"That's the Qingfeng Sword." Erlang Zhenjun picked up the Qingfeng Sword and threw it into the distance.

The vertical eye on Erlang Shen's forehead emitted a faint light, allowing him to see a thousand miles away.

He threw the Qingfeng sword at Chenxiang.

"..."

"Chenxiang will be frightened, won't he?" Maitreya Bodhisattva looked at the Qingfeng Sword that had turned into a blue light and disappeared, then turned to look at Erlang Shen.

Erlang Zhenjun shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

Chenxiang really has a good adoptive father!

It's time to show that thing in heaven what it's made of.

……

The Liusha River is known as the Liusha Boundary, as it serves as the boundary for defining the region.

The vegetation and ecology on both sides of the Liusha River are distinctly different and have strong regional characteristics.

Chenxiang finished dressing, but then vaguely heard someone sobbing and crying on the riverbank.

"Godfather, did you hear that sound?"

"I heard you," the roadside replied.

"I'll go take a look." Chenxiang walked along the riverbank and saw a little girl crying in front of the Liusha River.

"monster?"

"..."

In a daze, Chenxiang's eyes pierced through the true form of the crying little girl; she really was a monster.

However, this little girl did not possess any terrifying demonic aura that instilled fear; instead, she exuded a pure and serene aura.

If it has a pure aura, it's a good monster.

Chenxiang decided to ask this little girl, who looked to be about his age, why she was crying in front of the river.

"Why are you crying over the Flowing Sand River?" Chenxiang asked gently, standing beside the little girl.

"I... I want to cross the river, but I... I can't..." The little girl looked up at Chenxiang with tears in her eyes and explained.

"Why do you want to cross the river?" Chenxiang asked again.

"I'm going to find my father, and to find my father I have to cross the river..."

The little girl sobbed and wiped away her tears, finally getting a clear look at Chenxiang's appearance.

After seeing the face of Chenxiang, the nephew of the most handsome man in the Three Realms, the little girl's eyes dazed for a moment.

A streak of azure light flew from the sky. Sensing this, Chenxiang immediately turned around and caught the Qingfeng Sword with both hands.

As the Qingfeng sword emitted a sword cry, Chenxiang clearly felt that the flying sword in his hand was expressing its joy to him, as if it was very happy to see him.

The Qingfeng sword has an ancient design, resembling that of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

"Qing" refers to the overall color of the Qingfeng Sword, which is a bronze sword.

"Who threw the sword?" Chenxiang looked around, but his magnetic field perception couldn't find any suspects.

The little girl behind Chenxiang was terrified.

"Are you alright?" Chenxiang turned around and asked the terrified little girl.

"Wow----!!!"

The little girl held Chenxiang tightly, and tears welled up in his eyes again.

The fourth princess and her companion walked over and saw the little girl burying her head in Chenxiang's chest, crying uncontrollably.

"How is this going?"

Chenxiang raised his arms, his right hand gripping the Qingfeng sword.

The Fourth Princess's expression changed when she saw the Qingfeng sword in Chenxiang's hand.

She felt like she had seen this sword somewhere before.

Unfortunately, the Fourth Princess of the East Sea only recognized the sword as familiar and did not know that it was the Qingfeng Sword used by Erlang Shen.

The Qingfeng Sword rarely appears in Erlang Shen's hands, so it's no wonder the Fourth Princess didn't recognize it.

Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, possesses four swords: the Tai'a Sword, the Kunwu Sword, the Qingfeng Sword, and the Demon-Slaying Sword.

"She was probably frightened by the sword."

"That sword just flew towards us from that direction."

"I don't know if they're looking for her or me," Chenxiang said.

When outsiders are present, Qingfeng Sword becomes silent, no longer expressing its emotions as it did when it first met Chenxiang.

"kid?"

"kid……"

The little girl hugged Chenxiang tightly, didn't answer, just kept crying, and finally cried herself to sleep.

There was no other way, so we set up camp by the roadside and waited for the little girl to wake up.

The next day, the little girl woke up amidst the gazes of Chenxiang, the roadside, and the Fourth Princess.

"...Mmm, mmm."

The girl blushed involuntarily as she was stared at by handsome men and beautiful women. When she recalled what she had done yesterday, her face turned even redder, like the sunset on the horizon.

"What's your name? Where are your parents? Why are you here alone?" The man on the roadside asked three questions at once.

"I, my name is Zhu Wumei, and I've come to find my father."

"Once I cross the river, I might be able to find my father."

"Zhu Wumei?" Chenxiang read the little girl's name aloud.

"Hmm..." Zhu Wumei's response was as faint as a fly buzzing.

"Can you tell us who your father is?" someone asked from the roadside.

He squatted down by the roadside to talk to Zhu Wumei; he always squatted down to speak to the children.

"My dad is Pigsy from Journey to the West..."

"What Pigsy?!"

The people on the roadside were stunned, as was the Fourth Princess.

"Who is your mother?" someone asked from the roadside.

“My mother passed away. She wouldn’t let me say who she was, but only let me tell others who my father was.”