Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 93: Star
Liu Changhe's figure completely disappeared, the sounds of insects and birds chirping were heard, the night breeze blew on his face, and the world became lively again.

Chen Xuan subconsciously shook his head, feeling bloated and dizzy, just like being tipsy after drinking.

Liu Changhe had forced too much information into his mind. It was complicated but not chaotic, and Chen Xuan was at a loss for a moment. However, those things seemed to be engraved on his soul, and he could not forget them. He would need to spend time to sort them out later.

But there is such an operation? How is it different from copy and paste?
The martial arts here are indeed extraordinary and mysterious, but one must practice to a certain level before mastering this method.

It saves trouble. As long as you live well, you don’t have to worry about losing it or having it stolen by others.

After recalling the information Liu Changhe had instilled in his mind, Chen Xuan was suddenly speechless, with a lump in his throat that was quite uncomfortable. This was because the other party had instilled only graphic and text information, and he didn't recognize many of the words at all, and couldn't understand them.

'Does this count as being cheated?'

Chen Xuan felt conflicted, but then he thought about it and felt relieved. The other party probably didn't even consider whether he could read or not. He just wanted him to pass on everything he had learned in his life before he died, otherwise he would have no chance. He didn't care about so much afterwards.

In this way, although Chen Xuan is temporarily at a loss as to what to do, it is also a good thing. If the other party has a piece of consciousness directly in his mind, like AI intelligence, then he will not feel at ease.

It proves that the other party really does what he says, leaves no hidden dangers, and leaves with a clear conscience.

Generally speaking, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Anyway, everything is in your mind and ordinary people can't steal it. Just learn and master it slowly. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If you don't understand the basics, don't try to become a big fat man in one bite. That will only make you die of bloating.

It's really sad to say that Liu Changhe pulled him out of the water. If he hadn't sold him, both parties would have had different fates. And after all these twists and turns, if Chen Xuan had been more indifferent and didn't collect his body, leaving it to be exposed in the wilderness, he wouldn't have received such a reward.

Fate is so strange, no one knows where it will lead...

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and Chen Xuan realized that he could move. Liu Changhe's unknown and magnificent life also came to an end. From then on, there was no such person as him in the world, but perhaps his stories were still circulating in some places.

He stopped thinking about the things in his head for the time being and was not affected. He soon calmed down. Chen Xuan turned his head and looked around, and found that Mr. Yushan and the others were still busy with their own things. There was nothing unusual. They obviously knew nothing about what had happened to Chen Xuan.

"No, their movements haven't changed. Even Mr. Yushan's vague eulogy was coherent before I couldn't move. Could it be that everything that happened before was just a moment!"

This discovery made Chen Xuan a little unbelievable, but on second thought it was normal. After all, mental communication can involve thousands of thoughts in an instant.

Restraining his thoughts, Chen Xuan slowly stood up. He did not feel any discomfort. He had thought his legs were numb from kneeling for so long.

In the silent night, the only sound here was Mr. Yushan's rhythmic eulogy. After reading another paragraph, he looked at the hired helpers and said, "Open the coffin." Then he said to Chen Xuan, "Say your final goodbyes. If you're afraid, forget it. It's just a ceremony after all."

The men quickly opened the lid of the coffin and then lit torches on the side.

I have seen Liu Changhe's "ghost", so what am I afraid of? So Chen Xuan came to the coffin in the pit. Liu Changhe inside was peaceful, but his head had rolled to one side. Chen Xuan put on gloves to help him straighten his head.

'You deserve it. We owe each other nothing. Go with peace of mind. No matter how glorious your past was, everything in this world has nothing to do with you from now on. It's quite a bargain for you to be punished with just one blow for all the evil deeds you committed,' Chen Xuan thought to himself as he looked at his face.

After a moment, he turned around and Mr. Yushan helped him up. During the process, Mr. Yushan signaled to the hired men that they could close the coffin. He then said to Chen Xuan, "Now that it has come to this, sprinkle some soil on his coffin first."

Chen Xuan nodded. After they closed the coffin, he grabbed two handfuls of soil and sprinkled it on it. It was like burying him with his own hands. It didn't mean much, but it was a thoughtful gesture.

Then the men began to wield hoes to cover the soil, gradually burying the coffin and piling up a small grave mound, and the work was completely done.

It is naturally impossible to erect a monument for Liu Changhe. Firstly, he is not worthy of it. If a monument is really erected, his body might be dug up and whipped the next day. It is his fault for doing those evil things.

"A Xuan, now that we have finished our business here, let's go. You can focus on accompanying Ming'er to study from now on," said Mr. Yushan, touching his head.

As for him, he still felt a little emotional at this moment. Even a villain like Liu Changhe had Chen Xuan to help him collect his body and bury it, so what about his own future?
Fortunately, I have an apprentice. Although he is a little naughty, he is not the kind of ungrateful person.

Mr. Yushan had long given up the idea of ​​getting married and having children. His disabled legs meant he would not harm other people's girls. Although with his status, matchmakers would definitely knock on his door if the rumor got out, he just couldn't get over it. His heart had died with the woman he loved, and he had no idea about love at all.

Fortunately, he still has brothers, so his family will not be extinct. Nodding, Chen Xuan once again glanced at Liu Changhe's lonely grave, then turned and left.

Not long after walking, when passing by the thatched cottage, Chen Xuan stopped and said, "Sir, I want to go to that boat to take a look. I hope you can allow me to do so. It will only take a moment. It won't waste time."

As he spoke, he pointed to the broken boat tied to the river not far away. Liu Changhe had said before that there was a magical sword in the pole, so of course it had to be taken away, otherwise it would come back at any time in the future, and who knows who would get the advantage then.

"Well, go if you want to. Don't be in a hurry. Be careful not to fall into the water. Let me know if anything happens," Mr. Yushan nodded in understanding.

In his opinion, Chen Xuan was willing to help Liu Changhe collect the body regardless of past grudges, and it was also the second life he had saved on that boat, so it was normal for him to go and take a look.

So Chen Xuan took a torch and walked towards the broken boat. After a moment, he stepped on it. The boat was a little bumpy, but his body was not big enough to overturn it.

The pole was right at the bow of the boat. I don’t know how many years Liu Changhe had used it to ferry boats across the river. It had already become patinated and was shiny in the firelight.

Looking at it in the light of the fire, everything useful on the boat had been taken away long ago, only the broken boat and the pole were still there. I guess the people on the boat were afraid of taboos, so no one touched it. As for the pole, who cares about it? It would be better to just cut a piece of bamboo.

"He said a magical sword was inside the bamboo pole. How do we get it out? It's not something we can break open."

He muttered to himself, remembering what the other party had said, that he would know when he touched the bamboo pole, so Chen Xuan hesitated and went down to pick up the bamboo pole. In the eyes of others, this was just a normal action.

But when Chen Xuan placed his hand on the bamboo pole, he clearly felt the pole move slightly. Then, with an inaudible crackling sound, he felt a slight tingling sensation in the palm of his hand where he touched the bamboo pole, as if he was bitten by an ant. He subconsciously retracted his hand.

Then he saw a tiny crack appear where he touched the bamboo pole. He opened his right palm, which had a tingling sensation but no longer felt uncomfortable, and saw a sword-shaped pattern about an inch long, like a subcutaneous tattoo. He did not feel any discomfort at all, nor did he feel like there was a foreign object under his skin.

The sword pattern is extremely delicate, the sword body is snow-white with beautiful fine textures visible, the hilt is black and simple, and the overall look does not give people a sharp feeling, but is rather simple and unpretentious.

Slowly, the sword-shaped pattern slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, without any impact at all, but Chen Xuan could clearly feel that there was really a mini sword in the palm of his hand, ready to come out, and he could instinctively present it!

With his back to Mr. Yushan and the others, Chen Xuan's mind moved, and the hidden small sword really appeared in his palm, and it was surprisingly quite textured.

"Is the magical sword he mentioned so magical? But it's not even as long as an embroidery needle. What can it do? Help people trim their nails?" Chen Xuan was surprised and felt it was magical as he looked at the small sword in his hand.

But after just a few breaths, Chen Xuan suddenly felt dizzy, as if he had severe anemia. His body shook and he almost fell down. He subconsciously grasped the small sword in his palm, but it disappeared again and hid under his skin. As long as he didn't think about it, it was as if it didn't exist.

Chen Xuan felt better after it disappeared from his palm.

At the same time, a faint cool breath came into his mind along his arm from where the small sword in his palm disappeared. It was a simple message. After receiving it, Chen Xuan quickly understood what was going on.

The sword is named Hanxing. Liu Changhe spent many years collecting precious materials to forge it. The main material is alien iron, which has spirituality. It has been nurtured for many years as if it were a blood relationship. It was given to Chen Xuan. If others forcibly seize it, they will be retaliated against if their strength is not greater than Liu Changhe. If they are not strong enough, they cannot use it. Otherwise, their own essence will be forcibly extracted, which is harmful. The pocket state is just it sealing itself in a dormant state to avoid hurting the owner.

After understanding this information, Chen Xuan's heart couldn't help but stir. Liu Changhe himself was already magical enough, but he never thought that he would leave behind such a magical sword, which had spirituality and could recognize its owner. It even fell asleep in order not to hurt its owner. How was this different from the magical sword he understood!

"I think the martial arts here are no less advanced than cultivating immortals. What I know now is barely the tip of the iceberg. This sword is temporarily unusable. I can force it to save my life at a critical moment, but it will harm me. As the saying goes, the person nourishes the weapon, and the weapon nourishes the person. The two complement each other. In the future, if I grow up, I will be able to show its true style."

Before this, Chen Xuan had thought that he would learn martial arts if he had the chance. Now that he had the gift from Liu Changhe before his death, he naturally would not waste it. If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. He would naturally make good use of it in the future.

"A Xuan, are you okay? You seem to be in a bad condition," Mr. Yushan's greetings came from not far away.

Suppressing his thoughts, Chen Xuan turned around and said, "Sir, I'm fine. I'll be right there."

Since the things have been obtained, there is no need to stay. After taking another look at the broken ship, Chen Xuan went to meet up with Mr. Yushan and others, and headed towards Lanfeng County at night.

Shortly after they left, the crack on the bamboo pole that originally held the Star Sword slowly widened until it spread throughout the entire pole. Finally, it shattered silently and turned into ashes, as if its owner had passed away, its mission had been accomplished, and it no longer needed to exist.

On the way back, Chen Xuan seemed a little silent. He was not thinking about Liu Changhe's gift before his death, but was considering a question: whether to tell Mr. Yushan about his experience...

(End of this chapter)