Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 92 His Circle
The black small sword hung between Yun Yi's eyebrows, and he couldn't drive it no matter what.

It seemed to have its own ideas and did not approve of Yun Yi, even though it was clearly tempered from Yun Yi's spiritual power.

This is the mystery of sword intent. Different sword intents have their own personalities. The Qinglian sword intent is lively and active, the Fuyao sword intent is shy and cute, and the Fangyuan sword intent is calm and proud.

If they continue to practice, they will gradually develop their own sword spirits.

Yun Yi tried a few more times, but when he found the black sword motionless, he gave up the idea. It was clear that this divine consciousness could only be truly used after he had broken through to the Divine Transformation Realm.

But he was still one step away from the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and Fang Yuan Sword seemed to be trying to stop him.

Yun Yi felt that Fangyuan Sword was deliberately absorbing spiritual energy to suppress its own cultivation, which meant that it thought this was not the best time to break through.

But Yun Yi had no idea what was missing.

So he stopped trying to control the black sword and immersed his mind in contact with it. Unexpectedly, he saw an unfamiliar scene the next moment.

It was a bluestone alley, and at the end there was a figure walking away.

The man kept looking back, his gaze filled with reluctance. But he always made up his mind, smiled and waved, then turned around and continued on his journey.

Raindrops hit the eaves, and a woman stood on tiptoe to look out with an oil-paper umbrella.

Whenever the man looked back, she would try hard to force a smile, as if to tell him, I will be fine, don't worry.

Little did he know that Song Xinci also sensed the existence of the black sword because of the Tongxin Gu and saw the same scene.

Song Xinci was struck by lightning. The man's features vaguely resembled Yun Yi's, but upon closer inspection, they were quite different. Perhaps it was their temperament that was most similar.

The woman was like a fresh and timeless poem, except that she looked sickly. After watching the man leave, she couldn't help coughing twice.

She must be dying soon.

The scene changed, and the man returned in the rain, carrying a few packets of medicine. The woman had already walked to the bridge to wait for him, holding an umbrella for him.

The two of them squeezed under one umbrella, which was a bit difficult.

The man hugged the woman's shoulders tightly, leaving half of his body exposed.

But his smile was like a flame, quietly warming the freezing rain.

The two walked into a small courtyard. From a high vantage point, it looked square and angular. Although it was not large, it was where the couple lived.

The courtyard is filled with the fragrance of medicine, quiet and warm.

As the image gradually blurred, a voice suddenly rang out, saying, "Ah, my dear..."

At this moment, Yun Yi finally understood that this scene was the memory left by the previous owner of Fangyuan Sword Intent.

The man was naturally Nangong Feitian, and the woman was his first wife Qingqing.

Qingqing has been weak since childhood, and her condition became worse after giving birth to a child. Nangong Feitian had no choice but to risk going into the mountains to find an immortal to cure his wife.

No one knows how Nangong Feitian, with his mortal body, entered the fairy mountain alone, and how many hardships and obstacles he experienced before he finally found the great way and successfully practiced.

Unfortunately, it was too late. When he returned home again, his wife and daughter had all passed away.

No matter how helpless or crazy he was, he was powerless to change the situation, and in the end only his daughter's soul was left.

From then on, even though Nangong Feitian achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven, he still couldn't let go of his wife and daughter.

I often feel regret and hatred in my heart, and I wish I could die to relieve the pain of missing you.

His circle is the oil-paper umbrella held up by his wife and the small courtyard where they live together.

This square and circle are the whole world to him.

Yun Yi suddenly realized that if he could not personally experience Nangong Feitian's "squareness and circle", he would not be able to drive the black small sword, which was also the biggest obstacle for him to advance to the God Transformation Realm.

When Song Xinci opened her eyes, she shed two lines of tears unconsciously. Nangong Zhuozhuo, who was standing next to her, was so scared that she didn't dare to say a word, thinking that her sister was moved to tears by the story in the book.

Of course, the fact is not so. Song Xinci just suddenly remembered the ill-fated relationship between Qiu Qinglian and Song Guanglin. It had nothing to do with fate, but was caused by the two of them not being honest enough.

Nangong Feitian and Qingqing are different. They are deeply in love but have a short fate, and are destined to be trapped by the word "love" for their entire lives.

What about myself and Yun Yi?

He and I are connected by the Heart Gu. How much of our feelings for each other are genuine, and how much are false? Or has it all been a mirage, a dream?
Song Xinci used her cultivation to dry up her tears, her brows furrowed but she couldn't come up with a solution for a long time.

……

At the same time, far away in the Three Realms and Nine Provinces, at the end of the world, there is a remote place tens of thousands of miles away from Crescent City.

On the boundless ocean, there is a solitary boat floating, looking at the infinite loneliness.

This place does not belong to the Nine Continents, and the Three Realms are difficult to govern.

The people on the boat also transcend the Three Realms and do not enter the Five Elements.

The middle-aged man sat alone in the boat, his face thin and sharp, and he had a black beard, which made him look elegant instead of slovenly.

This man has an upright figure and is quite tall. He is wearing a plain long robe and standing at the bow with his sleeves fluttering in the wind, like an immortal descending to the earth.

At this moment, he was holding a Baiyun brush, and in front of him was hanging a piece of rice paper with a gold-sprinkled dragon pattern that was hard to come by.

He painted a freehand landscape painting with his brush moving quickly, which was exactly the scene of "trees on the mountain and branches on the trees".

A little book boy beside him said, "Master, your painting is really good!"

The man said, "Then tell me in detail." "This..." The servant boy's eyes rolled around, and he couldn't say anything after a long time.

He was originally a sea monster, who was "fished" onto the boat by the man and then transformed into a human form. From then on, he accompanied the man all the way and was responsible for taking care of his daily life.

The man's background was naturally extraordinary. Even a thousand years ago, it was a terrifying name.

The King God is coming.

A sword god came, both good and evil. In his era, no one could match him.

The last time he appeared before the world, he was in the state of ascending. With one sword, he destroyed the stairs lowered for him by the heaven, and disappeared into the human world without a trace.

People have almost forgotten this name and only occasionally talk about it after dinner.

No one would have thought that Wang Shenlai was still alive.

Tonight he suddenly felt inspired, so he painted a picture, which was exactly "There are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees, my heart is happy for you but you don't know it."

Just as he finished drawing the last stroke, he suddenly felt something in his heart. It was that he sensed a feeling from the Nine Continents of the Human World that was slightly in line with his own path.

Wang Shenlai stopped writing and stood at the bow of the boat, unable to resist taking a big sip of the fine wine.

"Someone has actually inherited Nangong Feitian's legacy, and it seems he's even better than the master?"

The servant boy seemed to understand: "Who is Nangong Feitian?"

Wang Shenlai was too lazy to explain for him, and sighed to himself: "It is worth it that I have stayed in the human world for thousands of years. My way is not alone, my way is not alone!"

The more he spoke, the more crazy he became. He suddenly remembered something and rushed into the cabin. He looked through all the scrolls he had painted over the past few days and threw them on the ground.

The servant wanted to stop him: "Sir, what are you doing? Are you drunk?!"

Wang Shenlai didn't care and excitedly opened all the scrolls.

There are paintings floating in the air, each depicting flowers, birds, fish, insects, and freehand landscapes. But if you look at it for a long time, you will find...

Every painting is actually a sword idea.

These sword intentions were also cheering and seemed to feel that "there are still like-minded people in the world."

……

Yun Yi didn't know that he had failed in his attempt to reach the Spirit Transformation Realm, but instead attracted the attention of a certain immortal.

Therefore, I have no intention of thinking about whether it is a blessing or a curse.

He practiced all night, stopping only at sunrise. He felt refreshed, his spiritual energy seemed boundless, and he felt a deeper connection with Fang Yuan Sword.

Although he is only at the peak of Qi Refining, Yun Yi can now confront ordinary Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators head-on without being at a disadvantage.

If I were to encounter a mediocre Transformation Realm cultivator like Mu Fanzhi again, I would probably be able to kill him directly without even using the Green Lotus Sword Intent.

According to the agreement made last night, he will accompany General Tie to find a strange man today.

This man's name was Bu Lianjin. He used to work in the Crescent City army. Later, after leaving the battlefield, he opened a blacksmith shop and concentrated on forging weapons. He was quite famous throughout the Great Xia Dynasty.

The blacksmith shop is located in the west corner of the city. Since the furnace is open all day long, you can feel the heat as soon as you get close to it.

This burning sensation is different from the heat in the desert. It is mixed with the aura of metal and iron. If one is not a cultivator, he will be injured if he is even slightly touched by it.

Tie Hong was wearing a cloak today, covering his iconic bald head, but Yun Yi didn't need to do that, as few people in the city recognized him anyway.

Before the two men approached the blacksmith shop, they heard the rhythmic and endless sound of clanging.

But to be honest, it's a bit disturbing.

Therefore, there is no one living nearby, only some stables have been built, probably because they think the horses will not be annoyed.

Bu Lianjin was a short, sturdy old man. When he saw Tie Hong, he was not shy and shouted directly, "You've come just in time. Come and give me a hand!"

Tie Hong stood still, glancing at Yun Yi with a squint.

Yun Yi was helpless: "When I came here, I didn't say that I would be a laborer."

"I don't have any cultivation skills at all now, so you have to take over."

This was true, so Yun Yi took the hammer handed to him by Bu Lianjin, and under his instructions, he smashed the embryo with the hammer again and again, sparks flying everywhere.

After repeating this process for half an hour, the embryo was finally formed. Bu Lianjin placed it in the cold spring, and steam immediately rose.

"Failed again." He was obviously not satisfied. He casually threw the embryo into the corner, and then finally found time to look at Tie Hong. "Weren't you captured by the little emperor?"

Tie Hong smiled bitterly and said, "He's back, and he brought this thing with him."

He shook the chains between his hands and feet. The Dragon Prison Chain looked hard, but it was actually tough yet flexible. Once it was subjected to external force, it would turn into a soft ribbon, but it was still strong and could not be cut.

Bu Lianjin frowned as soon as he saw it: "This thing is used to deal with the Great Flame People, how can it be used on you!"

"You claim to be the best blacksmith in Daxia, so there should be a way to open it, right?"

"Since it's a lock, why not just use the key?" Bu Lianjin looked at him as if he was a fool.

"If I had the key, would I come to you?" Tie Hong also looked at him as if he was a fool.

One of the two men was old and frail, and the other had a bald head. They stared at each other like bulls fighting.

(End of this chapter)