Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 181 Jian Cheng
Ten days outside the painting, one year inside the painting.

Nangong Zhuozhuo and Ye Nianyi had been practicing hard for more than twenty days without realizing it. They had finally adapted to this kind of life and no longer cried or complained. Instead, they found it somewhat enjoyable.

Besides practicing, the two girls like to pester Wang Shen to tell them stories from the past, just as if they were listening to his stories.

Life is quite carefree and happy.

But I didn’t know that the world in the painting was a completely different scene.

Yun Yi has been sharpening his sword for nearly three years.

During this period, he seemed to have turned into an ascetic monk, with only three things to do every day: sharpening the sword, comprehending the way of the sword, and accompanying Song Xinci.

Such a life is simple and boring, but it brings true joy to the world.

As the blade of the Fangyuan Sword became narrower and narrower, its edge became more and more visible, and as the sword spirit within it began to develop spirituality under the cleansing of the Sword Spring, it could actually communicate with Yun Yi's mind.

As Yun Yi comprehended more and more sword techniques, Song Xinci's sword energy had been largely released, leaving only the last strand. Her body gradually recovered and she could now move around like a normal person.

It’s a pity that her cultivation is still suppressed to that of a mortal. I don’t know when she can return to the state of Hedao.

Interestingly, Song Xinci wasn't annoyed by this, but rather delighted in it. She seemed to have reached another level of understanding in "Supreme Forgetfulness," and now she had completely forgotten even her own Hedao Realm.

She was content to be a secluded woman in the human world, waiting for Yun Yi's return every day, watching his cultivation become more and more advanced day by day.

There is a kind of fun of cultivation hidden in it.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. For those who practice cultivation, it seemed like just the passing of spring and the coming of autumn, a very common thing.

During this time, the Sword Forging Villa remained unchanged, save for a few new disciples. The Sword Servant continued to search for his benefactor's sword path in the Zongheng Tower, while Senior Brother Chen continued to guard the Sword Qi Forest, frequently studying the wonders of the Fangyuan Sword.

Wang Shenlai was no longer as carefree as he was in his youth, but had become much more composed. When Yun Yi was sharpening his sword, he would accompany him and paint, sometimes the scenery, sometimes people, never sticking to the square or round sword.

Compared to these people, Yun Yi had changed the most. He seemed to have lost some weight, but his eyes had become more focused, and his sword-holding hand had become steadier.

His divine consciousness was approaching perfection, and now he was only one step away from returning to the Void Realm.

On this day, he held the square in his hand, mobilized all his skills and jumped up, then carved the word "rules" on the Mojian Mountain stroke by stroke.

As he fell back to the ground, Fang Yuan couldn't stop shaking, accompanied by a loud sword sound. The sound resounded through the sky and could be heard everywhere in the villa.

The original blade of the Fangyuan Sword was simple and heavy, as if it had been rusted over the years.

Now the dragon pattern on the sword body is becoming more and more obvious, and the overall shape is similar to the Fangyuan sword intent but different.

It is slightly smaller than the great sword Juque, and much thicker and heavier than the three-foot green sword.

Stone chips fell incessantly from Mojian Mountain, and the word "rules" seemed to refuse to heal. The last rust on Fangyuan Sword finally brightened. This sword, dormant for a thousand years, reappeared in a time that did not belong to it.

The sound of the sword became stronger and stronger. Senior Brother Chen had already sensed the changes and wanted to rush over to see for himself what was going on. However, there was a commotion in the Sword Qi Forest, which prevented him from moving.

What is the most abundant thing in the Sword-Forging Villa? Of course, it is swords.

Now the Fangyuan Sword seemed to be reborn. It excitedly left Yun Yi's hand and circled in the air like an eagle, accompanied by the high-pitched sword cry.

At once, the swords within the villa all responded to the attack, with the Sword Qi Forest reacting most intensely. Countless swords within the forest began to tremble, uncontrollably emitting intense sword energy, as if they wanted to ascend to the heavens along with it.

The green bamboos in the forest were cut off one by one by the sword energy, and it seemed that the sword energy was about to spread to other parts of the villa.

Helplessly, Senior Brother Chen could only stay here and suppress the thousands of sword energies to prevent them from spreading to other places.

The power of this frenzy of sword energy was unpredictable, and even he, who was at the Hedao realm, found it difficult to suppress it.

A surge of pride surged in Yun Yi's chest. He looked up and smiled at Fang Yuan's carefree play. At this moment, he was completely connected to the sword spirit. Fang Yuan's sword spirit had begun to develop a sense of intelligence, like an infant, and from then on, it had completely entered the ranks of a "divine weapon."

There was also a sense of this from the Zongheng Tower. The "New Year's Eve" sword and its seventy-two auxiliary swords swayed gently, as if in congratulations.

The sword servant rarely put down the scroll in his hand and took the initiative to go outside the building to look towards Mojian Mountain, thinking that he had really misjudged Yun Yi before.

He is not superficial, but more solid than most people in this world.

Wang Shenlai buried himself in his brush and ink, recording the scene here and leaving the scene of the area freely floating in the sky in the painting.

When Fang Yuan finally stopped having fun, all the strange phenomena in the villa came to an abrupt end.

The sword fell into Yun Yi's hands. He gently stroked the sword body and then put it into the Tianxin wooden sword box given to him by Song Xinci.

The sword spirit expressed joy and was obviously quite satisfied with the sword box.

Tianxin wood is used to seal spiritual energy. The sword box made of it is naturally filled with spiritual energy, which is pure and rich, and is an excellent item for sword maintenance.

"I'll go back to Wufeng Mountain first." Yun Yi bowed and said goodbye.

Although he did not join the Sword Casting Villa in the past three years, he was no different from the people in the villa.

Wang Shenlai waved his hand, indicating that you were free to come and go as you pleased. At this moment, he was admiring Fang Yuan's painting hanging high in the sky, feeling extremely satisfied.

The Fangyuan Sword was polished by the Sword Master one sword at a time to its current state, which is unique in the world.

It seems that Zongheng Building will have a new painting in the future.

Yun Yi rode the wind and returned to his mountain home in Wufeng Mountain in a short while.

Over the past three years, thanks to Song Xinci's personal efforts, this place has undergone tremendous changes.

Not only are there countless flowers and plants planted in and outside the yard, but there is also a pond for raising fish and a peach tree planted, which is now three feet tall.

Now is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the trees are covered with fallen petals.

Song Xinci was wearing white clothes and had her hair tied up in a bun. She was washing clothes and then hanging them in the yard.

A gentle breeze blew, and the clothes fluttered.

Her face flushed slightly, and she suddenly felt a very familiar breath appear out of nowhere. There was a curtain of white gauze between her and the man's figure vaguely outlined.

Yun Yi said excitedly: "It's done."

Song Xinci remained calm: "Let me see."

Upon hearing the sound, Fangyuan Sword flew out of the sword case by itself and stopped beside the hostess, standing there obediently, not daring to act rashly.

The sword spirit knew that the woman had no cultivation, and if he accidentally hurt her, he would definitely be scolded.

Song Xinci carefully looked at Fang Yuan and exclaimed in admiration, "Not bad."

After that, she added: "No, not good, but very good."

This was the heartfelt admiration from a master in the Hedao realm. Even Song Xinci, who practiced the supreme state of forgetfulness and had a pure heart and few desires, felt an inability to let go of Fang Yuan.

If the two of them were in the world outside the painting, the Fangyuan Sword would probably have attracted the attention and covetousness of countless old monsters.

With such a magical weapon, why worry about not achieving the great path?

(End of this chapter)