I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 72 Just a little bit of wind and frost
The three overly enthusiastic Lin shopkeepers were sent away.

Ning Jianshuang took Bai Xuan's hand and led him to a villa, circling around him and examining him carefully.

"You almost scared me to death just now. Are you okay? Really okay?"

Bai Xuan held down her left hand, which was thrashing around, and said calmly, "I'm fine. I wouldn't do anything I'm not sure of. The risk of that sword strike wasn't that high."

"How is that possible? That was clearly a fight between two masters..." Ning Jianshuang didn't believe it and suddenly lowered his eyes: "Why did you keep hiding your left hand just now? Let me see!"

Bai Xuan took a step back and said, "Miss Ning, men and women shouldn't touch each other."

"I am your sister."

"I didn't agree." Bai Xuan retorted. He was a very fatherly person and was not used to being a stinky little brother.

Ning Jianshuang rolled his eyes and said nothing.

But he was even more convinced that Bai Xuan must have been injured, and that sword strike just now could not have been without cost.

Although it did not look majestic, she knew very well what kind of person Bai Xuan was. He would not even risk his life when drawing his sword.

My nose feels a little sore and my eyes are slightly red.

Even in front of her father's spirit tablet, she never had the urge to cry.

She was unwilling to accept her own uselessness and felt guilty towards the man in front of her. She just wanted him to have a better life, perhaps it would be enough to support the Jiang family in the future, but she didn't expect to involve him in the grudges in the world of martial arts.

"You are already my family. I hope you are fine." Ning Jianshuang raised her hand, lightly touched the young man's collar with her fingertips, and straightened it: "I didn't bring you here to let you face these things."

"But someone has to face these things." Bai Xuan shook his head and said, "I was taken in and raised by the shopkeeper. I am now the young master of the Jiang family. It is reasonable for me to inherit Jiang Baichuan's connections and I need to take on all the consequences he left behind. I can't just think about getting benefits while shirking my responsibilities."

In the eyes of an old man who has replayed his life hundreds of times, the identities here are no different from those in a role-playing game.

His style of playing the game of life is to stay true to his identity, shoulder corresponding social responsibilities, and then achieve achievements according to his own preferences.

If you are of humble status, such as a country bumpkin, if it is a peaceful and prosperous time, then you can travel around the world and write local customs and travel notes; if you are in a chaotic time, then consider becoming a grassroots hero, or joining a local hero, or forming your own team to support the country.

If the starting point is high, then you should follow the life trajectory of your original self, instead of suddenly abandoning your identity, putting on a straw hat and shouting "I am the man who will become the Pirate King" and then going out to sea to embark on a fantasy journey like Life of Pi.

"You are still too young. I hope you can live an easier life now." Ning Jianshuang shook her head and sighed: "As for those things, just leave them to me. What happened today is nothing. Even if I suffer a little injustice, it's okay. I'm used to it."

"Just because you're used to it, does that mean it's right?" Bai Xuan asked back, "I'm not you, so I can't fully understand your experience, but I believe no one can get used to pain."

Ning Jianshuang turned sideways, her smile becoming even more bitter: "I was advising you to be obedient and not to stand out, how come you are comforting me?"

"Why not? After all, the Jiang and Ning families are the only ones left. We're all huddled together for warmth...isn't it just about comforting each other?"

Bai Xuan reached out and patted Ning Jianshuang on the head, smiling faintly: "Before I came, you were wronged; after I came, you are still wronged... Then wouldn't my coming here be in vain?"

When you come to this world, you should do something and change something. That is the meaning of life.

Ning Jianshuang also showed strength.

She can neither fall nor surrender, and has no one to rely on except herself.

Under heavy burdens, some lies are told so many times that even you begin to believe them, and gradually you can no longer tell whether it brings pain and sadness or simple numbness.

At this moment she understood a little.

No matter how strong your heart is, it will still hurt.

She mustered up her courage, took a small step forward, rested her head on the boy's shoulder, and whispered, "Can I lean on her for a moment?"

"..."

Bai Xuan felt a little more weight on his shoulders and more breathing sounds at close range.

Ning Jianshuang's breathing has always been very light, like the air flow caused by the flapping of butterfly wings, which is a kind of unconscious self-suppression.

There was a sense of long-lasting relaxation in the breathing at this time.

……

At the corner outside the courtyard gate.

Luoluo had her mouth covered by Leng Wuqing, looking innocent.

"If you rush in and disturb me at this time, I'm afraid your young lady will be so angry that she won't talk to you for three days."

"Woooooooo..."

"Okay, let them be alone for a while." Leng Wuqing picked up the little maid and walked away.

Before leaving, he looked back in that direction. Under the dim moonlight, only the overlapping silhouettes of the two people were left.

Ning Jianshuang is the same kind of person as her.

He sits for a long time under the lamp, sleeps at his desk, his back is lonely and strong, like an unyielding sword.

but……

Maybe it won’t be like that anymore.

……

Not long after, Bai Xuan walked out of the villa.

I saw the green ivy pouting and feeling unhappy about being excluded, and the cold beauty standing in the moonlight drinking alone.

Because it was already late at night, the Jiang family had no more visitors.

Although the door was open, everything remained the same and other members of the Jiang family were guarding the mourning hall.

These elders of the Jiang family are just side branches, and none of them practice martial arts. Most of them are honest people who have lived in Chenlong Town for most of their lives.

The Jiang family claims to have a nearly hundred-year heritage, but in fact, they have nothing to do with the martial arts world. It was the sudden emergence of Jiang Shenlong that pushed such an ordinary large family to a height it had never had before. Jiang Shenlong himself was also aware of this, so he gathered people from the martial arts world to form the Juyi Pavilion instead of choosing to support the Jiang family, because it was impossible to support it because its foundation was too weak.

"Where is she?" Leng Wuqing was holding a wine jug. His sitting posture was not very elegant, but rather casual.

"I fell asleep. With so many things happening, I should have a good sleep to refresh myself."

"That's the case." Leng Wuqing exhaled a breath of alcohol: "Want some?"

"I don't like alcohol."

"But I heard that Jiang Baichuan opened a tavern, and the wine he brewed is quite famous locally."

"Yes, but I haven't drunk it."

"Is there a swordsman in this world who doesn't like wine?" Leng Wuqing shook his head and said, "I don't crave wine, I'm afraid of its unpredictable ups and downs..."

"You're being stereotypical."

"Didn't Bai Qinglian, the most romantic figure in the Qin Dynasty, call himself the Immortal of Wine? In his poems, sword and wine are never separated. From then on, it became common sense that swordsmen love wine." "..."

——Is it my fault?
Bai Xuan said: "Because it doesn't taste good."

Leng Wuqing was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it delicious?"

"It doesn't taste as good as happy water. Sometimes I drink to boost my courage, and sometimes I drink just to keep myself in the right mood. But I don't like alcohol." Bai Xuan glanced at Leng Wuqing: "Miss Wuqing, it seems you don't really want to drink."

"Really? So you think... I want to?"

"To vent or escape." Bai Xuan pointed to his face: "Some people put on masks in order to take them off."

Leng Wuqing paused for a moment, then denied, "I'm wrong... I put on the mask simply because I felt I wasn't scary enough and couldn't intimidate the people in the martial arts world."

"Okay, let's just take it as it is." Bai Xuan just smiled and said nothing.

Leng Wuqing narrowed his eyes slightly: "You really don't look like a young man, you are too mature."

"I'm just more cautious." Bai Xuan said casually: "Everyone has their own little secrets, right?"

"Like your left hand that's almost frozen into ice?"

Leng Wuqing suddenly raised her hand, and as her clothes fluttered, Bai Xuan's left hand was pressed on the table.

As his left arm touched the table, a little frost suddenly appeared on the table.

Luoluo opened her eyes wide: "Ah, what's going on!"

"Do you really think a Grandmaster's fight is so easy to break?" Leng Wuqing frowned, raised his hand and flicked his wrist. "This is the Xuanming Sword Qi left behind by Jingxuan. Even if only a tiny amount remains, it is enough to turn your entire arm into frost."

"I'll take you to Jiankang tomorrow. Divine Doctor Ouyang is traveling, but his son and daughter-in-law are in the capital. They should be able to save your left hand."

"I'm not going tonight. I heard they want a second child and they're closed at night."

Bai Xuan raised his left hand and shook his head: "I don't think this is necessary."

"I think if you are sick you should get treatment. It's too early to give up now," Leng Wuqing said.

"That's not the problem." Bai Xuan explained: "I'm not sick."

"You're not sick, but this is sword energy, it will leave fatal hidden injuries."

"I'm really not sick, nor injured." Bai Xuan patiently explained: "People's physical conditions cannot be generalized. I once punched through ten layers of steel plates with my bare hands in extreme anger and remained unscathed."

"Ah, right, right, do you still want your left hand? Do you want to follow in the footsteps of so-and-so and become a traitorous disciple who cuts off his arm before rebelling against his master?"

Leng Wuqing didn't listen at all.

Bai Xuan felt quite helpless in explaining Erxian Bridge and Chenghua Avenue to others here.

You know your own situation.

He has already forged a post-natal sword body and has a very high tolerance to sword energy.

This Xuanming sword energy is not a problem at all and will be slowly digested by the sword body.

The excellence of the innate sword body lies in its immunity to sword energy. Back then, the third disciple Wen Ren Yao was essentially fed by countless sword energies, so she was the only disciple who could learn the 'Thousand Sword Style'.

The acquired sword body also has 80% of the level of the innate sword body, which is just enough for Bai Xuan... The sword energy can be used to temper the body and also to refine.

Otherwise, how can he be said to be the ancestor of swordsmanship in the world?

Any swordsman who encounters him will be in trouble.

Just grab it and refine it in an instant!

"My left hand is really fine. If you don't believe me, I'll turn it over for you."

"Then why are the ice chips falling?"

"When you reach my age, you'll understand. It's just a little bit of weathering."

Leng Wuqing put down the wine jug.

"Before I heal your hand, I need to heal your stubborn mouth first."

……

at the same time.

Jiankang, a farm on the outskirts of the city.

Song Qingtang pushed open the door and slowly sat down.

Cunning Rabbit Three Caves.

The man in the underworld must have his own safe house, and this house is his hiding place.

When the cellar was opened, it was filled with gold, silver, jewelry and some valuable items.

These are the assets he saved after more than ten years of hard work.

Song Qingtang was naturally unwilling to accept this, but now that things had come to this, what else could he do except leave the house with nothing?
I can no longer stay in Juyi Pavilion and must find another way out.

Fortunately, my life and cultivation are still there, so there is always a way to survive.

He had just left the cellar and was about to leave with his bag when he suddenly heard footsteps.

"who!"

Song Qingtang assumed a fighting stance, wondering if that group of people had broken their promise and were following him to kill him and silence him?
But what he saw was not an assassin or a killer.

But it was a man in a black robe wearing a strange mask.

He knew this person.

But Song Qingtang did not let down his guard. He was not sure why the other party came to him at this time. Even the location of the safe house was exposed. It seemed that the other party had planned it in advance and knew all his details long ago.

"You're packing up your belongings and running away now. Don't you think you're pathetic?"

"Ten years of hard work, all gone in one day... Tsk tsk tsk, I feel so sorry for you."

The black-robed man sighed heavily and said in a joking tone.

"Song Qingtang, I've already told you that if you join us directly, you will live a better life than you do now."

"What the Southern Dynasty can't give you... the Northern Dynasty can."

(End of this chapter)