I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 32: Master Lin Falls from the Sky
Depart from Guandukou.

Go west and you will reach a town.

Going north from the town, there is a mountain road that crosses the Wujiang River.

In fact, this kind of terrain is somewhat inconsistent with geology. The shape of the river is restricted by natural factors, and there will definitely not be a situation where the mountain presses on the river.

But this situation is clearly an exception.

After all, in a world full of supernatural powers, certain "human forces" can forcibly change the landscape.

Bai Xuan had actually seen a certain second lady who refused to reveal her name split a mountain in half with an axe when she got angry.

In short, the existence of this mountain road facilitates communication between the two sides to a certain extent.

But it's not an easy walk.

Even if it is not as dangerous as the Shu Road, it is not much better.

The mountain is always surrounded by gloomy clouds and fog, hence the name "Sorrow Cloud Mountain". It is easy to get lost and confuse your five senses when entering. Only at fixed times of each month will the clouds and fog be less, so businessmen and travelers usually do not take this mountain road, and would rather spend more money on ferry and water transportation.

Bai Xuan heard all of the above news from the owner while he was drinking tea at a roadside stall.

He was five miles outside of Chouyun Town at this time. He only needed to buy two pots of herbal tea to ask the boss to explain everything in detail.

It was getting late at this time.

Bai Xuan set out at noon and it took him nearly two hours to reach the suburbs outside the town. This was because the physical strength of this dwarf horse was not even one-tenth of that of the Fire Cloud Horse. He also deliberately avoided the official road and took a difficult and secluded path, so it took him some extra time.

The owner of the herbal tea shop was originally talking to Bai Xuan with a cheerful expression on his face. It seemed that this person had read a few books and even worked as a bodyguard when he was young. He had some understanding of the country. Although it was not profound, he was quite capable of chatting. He had already talked about Chouyun Mountain, the heroes of the green forest, and then returned to the Yuan family in the town.

However, with the arrival of a woman, he was forced to interrupt the conversation.

The woman had delicate features. Although her appearance was not stunning, she had the air of a beautiful girl from a small family. She was probably over 30 years old now, and she exuded the toughness of a mature woman.

"Why haven't you closed your stall yet? Don't you even know what time it is?"

This scolding made Bai Xuan dream back to the time when he was in junior high school and often heard the name "Lao Zishu Daoshan".

In the world of true cultivation, although it is a feudal society, to be honest, the social status of women is not low at all, and it is very similar to the Han and Tang Dynasties. In fact, women can hold up half the sky and represent a part of advanced productive forces, because there is never a shortage of women among the masters of the world.

The middle-aged couple exchanged a few words, and the man coaxed his wife with a smile, turned his back, and kissed her twice before he finally coaxed her.

"Hey, young man, I see you're all alone too. How about coming back with me for a quick meal?" The boss said, "My wife's fish soup and grilled fish are famous all over the place. And we were lucky today! My brother-in-law caught a lot of fish and sent me half a basket of them."

"How much is a meal?" Bai Xuan agreed. He hadn't eaten much all day and was a little hungry. He was going into the mountains and traveling at night, so he naturally had to prepare some dry food in advance.

"Well, what you said..." The boss smiled happily: "Just charge the cost!"

The boss's house is just a mile away and he has two children.

After Bai Xuan explained his intention, the two teenage children were sent out to run errands and buy some naan from several nearby stores.

The boss sat in the yard, drew water from the well and started killing fish.

He poured out the fish from the basket and was whistling when he suddenly jumped up.

"Hey, why is there another black snake!"

There was a small black-scaled snake hidden among seven or eight fish. It must have been placed in the catch and not been noticed.

At this time, his body was covered in wounds, and he looked very weak and dying.

The shop owner thought to himself, "I don't know what kind of snake this is. It looks really creepy. I dare not bite it carelessly. I'll kill it first and make other plans later."

He was just about to chop the snake to death with his knife.

"Wait." Bai Xuan interrupted, "It won't do you much good keeping it. At most you can make it into snake soup or soak it in wine. Why don't you give it to me?"

The boss said generously, "Take it if you want."

Bai Xuan put down half a tael of silver, picked up the black-scaled snake, walked all the way to the river, and placed the black-scaled snake on the river bank.

"I'm not a member of the Release of Life Gang, but everything in this world has its own reason."

"You might be the descendant of the one in the river. Saving your life will settle the score for what happened last night."

"I don't like owing favors to people... and the same goes for snake favors."

When the black-scaled little snake touched the river water, it immediately seemed to regain its vitality, swimming towards the water, with most of its body soaked in the water, and then turned back.

At this time, the boy had already turned and left.

It sank its head into the river, creating some ripples.

……

The dinner was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.

Because the fish soup tasted so good, several families next door came to eat for free, of course they didn’t come empty-handed.

Bai Xuan had a good experience of farm life, but he left after having enough food and drink, and did not stay until the end.

He continued to move forward in the carriage.

There was no need to stop in the town, just go straight into the mountains. Halfway along the way, Bai Xuan let the pony slowly move forward while he pulled out a fish bone. The bone at the fish's belly resembled a scimitar. He used the bone to pierce his fingertip, causing blood to flow out. He then dotted the blood onto Jiang Chengzi's sword.

Immediately, tiny ripples appeared on the sword body, and the blood seemed to be absorbed into it. If you got close enough, you would see it trembling as if it was breathing.

Last night's fight with the assassin only lasted one move, but it made Bai Xuan realize that at this stage he also had opponents he could not deal with, and he had to make some preparations.

Cultivation, foundation, and realm cannot be achieved in a hurry, so you can only prepare more "means".

If the Tao doesn't work, then try a trick.

There are three million sword techniques, and controlling the sword is the highest level; and the prerequisite for controlling the sword is to learn how to maintain the sword.

Feeding with blood is the most common method...both righteous and evil ways will do it, the difference is whether they use their own blood or someone else's blood.

If he could take it slowly, Bai Xuan actually wouldn't look down on this method. He could slowly communicate with the sword instead of forcibly establishing a connection through this blood sacrifice.

If we want to compare, to put it in a relatively vulgar tone, it is: one gets the body, the other unlocks the heart; the former goes straight to the stomach but is stereotyped; the latter can unlock more postures and ways of playing.

On the way, Bai Xuan established contact through the method of feeding with blood. He thought it would take a long time, but the progress was much faster than he expected.

Firstly, this Jiang Chengzi was a famous sword, and it had initially acquired spirituality. It had been sufficiently honed in Jiang Baichuan's hands. It was no ordinary sword, but a sword with merits and a sword with a reputation in the martial arts world.

Secondly, this sword can recognize people. It has been hanging in the restaurant for more than ten years and has lived with Bai Erlang, so it is extremely familiar to him.

In just half an hour, the progress had reached 30%.

Bai Xuan suddenly felt that the resistance to flying the sword was much less.

A spiritual sword is good. It knows how to cooperate actively and can even turn on automatic transmission, saving the owner a lot of effort.

It doesn't look like a sword made of ordinary iron, it's just an inflatable doll that can't move.

When I opened my eyes, the skinny horse had already slowly entered the Sorrow Cloud Mountain.

It moves very slowly, but because it is slow it is relatively stable.

The mountain roads here are rugged and surrounded by gloomy clouds and fog.

Even if you hang up a lantern, the candlelight can't illuminate more than three meters, so you can only walk and look. In addition, there are very few vehicles on the mountain road... This means that the mountain road is not clear enough and there are no tire tracks, which makes it easy to get lost.

After only being here for half a quarter of an hour, Bai Xuan roughly concluded: "There is indeed something wrong with the fog. It has a certain hallucinogenic effect and will affect the five senses."

It is not a difficult task for people in the martial arts world. They just need to hold their breath and reduce the number of breaths to delay poisoning.

Bai Xuan's method is simpler. He just overlaps the silk cloth and fills the inside with wet cotton. The simple mask is made and the effect is quite good.

Another hour passed like this. The pony had worked hard all day and decided to give up. He stopped to rest and did not move forward even a single step.

Bai Xuan was at a loss as to what to do with it. He was thinking about resting there for the night when he suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Bai Xuan immediately pulled the horse into the grass nearby, hung up a black cloth as a cover, and cut off the crowns of several nearby trees as a mark.

After making sure that everything was safe, he followed the sound and tracked the location where the sound of swords clashing came from.

I thought I had come across a demon-hunting scene, but what I saw was a scene of people chasing each other away.

In a field among the woods.

There is a man and a woman.

The woman was very young. The veil on her head was torn and her veil had fallen down. Her face could not be seen clearly in the dark night and was stained with blood, mud and dirt. However, judging from her figure, she should be in good condition. She was injured and her posture was a little awkward. From time to time, she would loosen her palm and then tighten her grip on the sword again... It was obvious that she was nervous, and she didn't even dare to confirm how much strength she was using.

Opposite the woman was a swordsman with a red silk wrapped around his waist. He looked much more calm, leaning the weapon on his shoulder, looking complacent, and circling around the young woman.

Bai Xuan didn't recognize the swordsman, but he recognized the woman with the sword. She was the junior sister from the group of four from Huaping Villa whom he met at the fork in the road before crossing the river. They were dressed exactly the same.

The swordsman laughed and said, "Why bother resisting? I'm not going to kill you."

"I know you. I recognize that red embroidered knife. You're the Peony Ghost... Few women in the martial arts world have ever escaped unscathed after falling into your clutches... You dare to attack me? Aren't you afraid I'll castrate you?!"

The woman spoke, her voice was clear, young, even a little youthful, probably still a girl. Although her tone was trying to sound calm, mature, and even fierce, she couldn't imitate it and didn't look like it.

"Die beneath the peony flowers." The swordsman Peony Ghost didn't have the greasy stereotype of the average flower thief. Quite the opposite, he was actually quite good-looking and straightforward. "I was just joining in the fun, but who would have thought I'd run into someone as exceptional as you along the way? I couldn't help but be overjoyed and followed you into the mountains. I never expected I'd actually snag a bargain."

"Bah! You're already over forty years old! You... you... you shameless scoundrel!"

The girl couldn't even utter a very bad word because she was brought up too well.

The Peony Ghost was silent for a moment, and even the Second Thought Source showed signs of rising. "Little girl, don't you know that calling a flower thief a lecher is actually a way to liven up the atmosphere?"

"You've made me a little excited. I'm really angry now."

The girl from Huaping Villa seriously lacked experience in dealing with things, and she was really angry at the moment because of extreme rage.

But at least my brain wasn't completely burned out, and I finally remembered what else I could do.

She took a deep breath and said, "My name is Lin Jiaolu. I was born into the Langya Lin family, and my mother is from the Fanyang Lu family."

Then he exhaled, and the second sentence was the key point: "My father is Lin Chongxiao, sixth on the Earth Ranking, and the chief spear and stick instructor of the 300,000-man vanguard army."

She revealed her fierce side, and even spent all her energy to build up her courage, she shouted, "You better think about this... My family is very powerful!"

(End of this chapter)