I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 119: Fear of the Corner

"In the blink of an eye, you've already joined the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Is the official's food really that delicious?"

"I can't help it. They pay me a lot." Bai Xuan said, "I only get 100 taels a month, but the Embroidered Uniform Guard pays me 50 taels a month. There are also performance bonuses for completing tasks, extra commendations at the end of the year, and reimbursements from public funds for diplomatic missions."

"Stop talking!" Xi Qingqing took a deep breath and bit the roast goose hard: "I'm already moved by what you said!"

"Would a bandit be tempted by the official organization?"

"Bandits, what bandits? I'm a businesswoman, but... I'm not very good at dealing with the Embroidered Uniform Guards."

Xi Qingqing muttered, "They would put me in jail and talk to me all day long. Sometimes they would even call in monks to give me lectures on the Heart Sutra. It's so annoying."

"Those people are quite nice." Bai Xuan picked up a piece of roast goose and said, "I guess they feel sorry for you, a little girl, and want to persuade you to do good and find you a proper job."

Xi Qingqing said, "Yes, they were some kind-hearted people, but they didn't have a good ending."

"Hmm?" Bai Xuan paused, "What do you mean?"

"At that time, the Embroidered Uniform Guard's base was discovered, and a group of demons rushed in and killed everyone. I was in prison at the time, and they opened the cell and created chaos. When I got out, everyone was dead. No one survived."

"Then?"

"Then, I killed all those demons..." Xi Qingqing said lightly, "Then the Embroidered Uniform Guards thought I was the one who did it and hunted me for over two years. Finally, Zhuge Shensuan came to question me personally. After he got the answer, he apologized to me, and the Embroidered Uniform Guards never bothered me again."

Bai Xuan remained silent. If this had not happened, perhaps the girl in front of him would have had a chance to become a normal female hero in the martial arts world, or even join the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't need sympathy. I think being free is good enough." Xi Qingqing picked up a piece of roast goose and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "I just realized that no matter if you're a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard or a bandit, people in the underworld don't need kindness. I don't want to be a kind person. That will only lead to a quick death."

"Well, you did the right thing." Bai Xuan unconsciously looked at Xi Qingqing with a very gentle expression, as if he was looking at a junior.

Xi Qingqing got goosebumps from that look and pushed the roast goose forward: "I'll give it to you. Don't look at me like that. Can't I just not eat it?"

Bai Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked out the window again, wondering what he was thinking.

Xi Qingqing quietly reached out and grabbed the roast goose's plump thigh.

"if……"

She withdrew her hand quickly.

"If several masters with strength comparable to that of the Heavenly Rank come to the capital to capture you...what are you going to do?"

What the hell is this problem?

I would definitely lie down and wait to die.

Who can outrun Tianwei?
Xi Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, let's run away first... We can't just go and get killed, right?"

"Good idea." Bai Xuan agreed.

He stood up and said, "Then I really should go."

"what?"

"Just like you said, this is my struggle to live freely."

A drop of cold sweat ran down Bai Xuan's forehead. "Let's run first. Whether we can escape or not is another matter. I hope the retribution won't come too soon."

His reaction at this moment can be easily summed up by an emoticon.

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……

A golden meteor streaked across the sky of Kyushu.

The light traveled thousands of miles, and countless people looking up could catch a glimpse of the dazzling golden light.

There were four in total, falling in four different directions: east, south, west and north.

Some people think it is some kind of treasure.

Some people think that it was the work of some powerful person.

But no one would have thought that this was just a message.

A wait and greeting that is five hundred years late.

……

Japanese Islands, Sakura Island.

Beneath the sacred cherry tree, there is a palace.

Fallen Cherry Sword Pavilion is its underworld name, and it also has another name, Sakuragi Shrine.

It is not only one of the sources of Shinto beliefs in Japan, but also a martial arts sect with an extraordinary status in Japan.

The combination of overwhelming military force and supreme religious belief forced even many daimyo in the Japanese Islands to express absolute respect to the actual controller of this shrine.

Moreover, the daimyos were not worried about their positions being replaced, because it was well known that... the master of the Fallen Sakura Sword Pavilion had not set foot out of the Sakuragi Shrine for hundreds of years.

She was not interested in worldly wealth, power and status, and even she herself was vaguely deified. People even worshipped her statue and revered her as the Goddess Sakura.

In fact, even the Japanese themselves don’t know.

The Kamisakura Princess in the Sakuragi Shrine is not Japanese at all. She is a cuckoo in the magpie's nest.

Hundreds of years ago, she broke into the Sakuragi Shrine alone, killed all the Japanese practitioners there, occupied their territory, cut off their lineage, and established the Fallen Sakura Sword Pavilion to pass on her own style of swordsmanship and kendo.

The descendants of Luoying Sword Pavilion continued to erase all traces of the existence of Japanese true cultivation in the following hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the people of the Japanese Islands do not know that Sakuragi Shrine was originally a holy place for Japanese true cultivation. They only know of the existence of Luoying Sword Pavilion.

The person who did this was Wen Renyao, the third disciple of Jiange, who had lost the battle with Xie Xueji.

Bai Wuming once commented on his third disciple, saying that although she had great talent, she was too hasty, lacked timing, acted impulsively, and did not consider the consequences.

Therefore, Wen Renyao repeatedly challenged Xie Xueji's authority as the eldest disciple of Jiange, and finally a war broke out between the two sides after Bai Wuming's death.

Wenren Yao fled to the Japanese Islands and fell in love with the Sakuragi Shrine. He stayed there for hundreds of years and never returned to Kyushu.

In fact, Wenren Yao didn't miss Jiuzhou at all, and he would be nostalgic when he saw the scenery when he returned.

She is waiting for a time, a suitable opportunity.

This wait lasted five hundred years. ...

It’s not a luxurious living room, but rather an extremely simple one.

Wenren Yao is writing.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She has lived in Sakura Island for hundreds of years and gradually got used to everything here. She even changed her clothes to a kimono that made it difficult to move around.

Hundreds of years have left almost no traces on her.

She was different from the others, almost stubbornly retaining her original appearance, looking as young as a 28-year-old girl.

There is one thing about the true cultivation of heaven and earth that no true warrior can match, and that is lifespan.

She can still live for a long time. Although she cannot live as long as the earthly immortals, it is not difficult for her to live for thousands of years.

He is only a few hundred years old now, far from being old. He is still in his prime, but his realm has stagnated.

Although the version has changed, her level has not been cleared.

As a true cultivator of heaven and earth, she cannot easily intervene in the human world, and there are many people facing the same situation as her.

But she had the patience to wait.

She liked the feeling of silently writing black words on the white paper, leaving her own mark on the pure and flawless white, declaring its owner.

Wen Renyao picked up the paper and asked, "How's the writing?"

Outside the room, the silent female kunoichi whispered, "The master's handwriting is very good."

"Really? But I feel like I've been writing for hundreds of years, but haven't made any progress." Wen Renyao looked at the paper. "The person who taught me calligraphy back then always complained about my crooked handwriting. He would compare my crooked handwriting with that of his favorite disciple."

"That woman always looks happy when she's praised."

“So I’m not convinced. I’m very unconvinced…”

"But the handwriting keeps getting worse."

"At this time, he would hold my hand and patiently correct my gestures and movements... But I can't remember it at all. My heart was beating so fast. I can only remember the warmth of his palm and the jealous look from that woman through her hair."

"She must have thought I did it on purpose, pretending I couldn't write to attract his attention and be taken care of."

"I'm just not good at writing. I've never been good at these things, but he always works hard to teach me these things. I... don't want to disappoint him."

"I've been practicing calligraphy for so many years, and it seems to be getting better and better."

“But, I can no longer write like I used to.”

"Isn't this very unfair?"

"It was over before I could show a better version of myself."

"This is an ending I cannot accept no matter what."

The Shadow Ninja listened to the Sakuragi Jingu Lord's soliloquy and did not dare to respond. She knew that those words were not spoken to her, but just to herself.

If she wasn't a ninja, anyone else, even the most outstanding disciple in the Sword Pavilion, would be beheaded immediately after hearing this.

Liu Zhu never showed any affection to her disciples, and everyone in Jian Ge was treated as a weapon by her.

The occasional humanity that is revealed is not sympathy for them, but a remembrance of the past.

The Shadow Ninja had long since murdered her own sensibility and lived only as a weapon. Her loyalty and fanaticism surpassed life itself.

But occasionally she would wonder...what kind of person was that Liu Zhu often whispered about?

Is he to the master the same as the master is to himself?

She didn't know, and perhaps she would never know. Just like all the shadow ninjas in the past, their existence was wiped out in the torrent of time, and they willingly became a fallen cherry blossom under the cherry tree.

She was about to sneak away when she suddenly sensed something. A golden light streaked across the sky and she looked up.

The golden light came at an extremely fast speed. Shadow Ninja realized that he could not intercept this ray of golden light, so he stood up and tried to use his body to prevent it from entering the depths of the shrine.

But just as the Shadow Ninja mustered up the resolve to die and stood up, he was pinned down by a hand.

The golden light lingered on the fingertips, like a butterfly resting on a flower.

She raised her eyes in surprise, because no matter how the Kage died, the Ryuu Master would not do anything, and it was the former's duty to die for the latter.

But the flow was active.

Stopped her.

But it was not for her life, but for this golden butterfly.

Wen Renyao carefully picked up the golden butterfly, his movements so gentle that it seemed as if he was carving a poem on the thinnest cicada wing in the world.

She is laughing.

From the heart.

Overjoyed.

The Hokage had never seen the smile of the Lord of Sakuragi Shrine since he was born, and perhaps no one had ever seen her smile in the past few hundred years.

There was once a lord who spent countless money and treasures just to seek a glance from Kamisakurahime, but she was too stingy to grant it.

What is the reason?
What kind of news is this?
It actually made the master look like this.

Wen Renyao embraced the golden butterfly in his arms and kissed it. Like a happy girl, he kicked off his shoes, stepped barefoot in the courtyard covered with fine sand, danced gracefully, and spun among the falling cherry blossoms.

"finally……"

"finally……"

"finally--"

"We're waiting."

(End of this chapter)