Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

The backyard of Shoujing Hall.

Su Ru sat on a bamboo chair, sewing a robe with her hands, her needlework dense. Tian Buyi walked back and forth in front of her, his plump body causing the bamboo shadows to sway wildly.

"Can you please be quiet for a bit? You're making me dizzy," Su Ru said, glancing up at him.

Tian Buyi stopped, frowning, and said, "I don't feel at ease."

"For Ogawa?"

"Who else could it be? The heart... Sigh, what kind of mess is this? He went down the mountain in good health and came back in this terrible state. His heart has stopped beating, yet he's still alive. It's bizarre."

Su Ru put down her needlework and sighed. She said, "It's a blessing that he can wake up, speak, and breathe. Don't keep mentioning his heartbeat. Perhaps the evil monk's magic has temporarily shut down his mind. Let him rest and recover slowly; he might get better."

"I hope so, there's something else..." Tian Buyi plopped down on the bamboo chair opposite him.

"What?"

Tian Buyi glanced at Su Ru with his small eyes and said, "The one who brought Xiao Chuan back today was that girl from Xiaozhu Peak, Lu Xueqi."

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Don't you think... there's something off about the way that girl looks at Xiao Chuan?" Tian Buyi carefully chose his words.

Su Ru raised her eyes, looking at her husband with a half-smile, and said, "Oh, Chief Tian, ​​you've even learned to read people's eyes now?"

"Go away, go away!" Tian Buyi said, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm serious, that girl, how cold is she usually? And today?"

Su Ru looked at Tian Buyi and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Tian Buyi asked, bewildered.

Su Ru smiled, a hint of reproach in her eyes, and said, "I'm laughing at you! You only noticed something was wrong now? Where were you before?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you remember when Xiao Chuan was eight years old, he had just broken through to the second level of Jade Purity Realm, and you were overjoyed? You insisted on dragging him around on your sword, wandering all over Qingyun Mountain, and where did you end up?"

Tian Buyi was taken aback and blinked.

"Xiaozhufeng," Su Ru answered for him.

"You took Xiao Chuan and ran to Xiaozhu Peak, showing off like you were some rare treasure. You told everyone you met, 'Look at my disciple! He's only been cultivating for two years and he's already at the second level of the Jade Purity Realm. I taught him.'"

Tian Buyi looked a little embarrassed: "Well... I'm happy, aren't I? It's been so long since Dazhu Peak has had such a talented kid, and I raised him myself..."

Although they are not biologically related, they have been raised from a tiny baby to the present day, so there is no difference between them and biological children.

"Yeah, you're happy." Su Ru rolled her eyes at him.

"You've attracted all the female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak, young and old, and they're all gathered around looking at you. Isn't there a little girl among them, who looks about seven or eight years old, with a serious little face, staring at our Xiao Chuan without blinking an eye?"

Tian Buyi scratched his head and said, "It seems...it seems there's a little girl. Shuiyue...Senior Sister is there too, and she doesn't look too good."

"That's Lu Xueqi," Su Ru said.

Tian Buyi opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time.

"She's remembered your apprentice, remembered her for so many years. She's just a child at heart, sometimes it's all about pride, about a shadow. Has she been coming to see Xiaochuan every now and then these past few years?"

"...Yes," Tian Buyi replied.

"But every time, that rascal Ogawa would find a way to fool me. Once, I seemed to get really angry and chased him all over the mountain."

"And then what?"

Tian Buyi sat there, pondering for a long time, then suddenly sighed: "What's all this about..."

Su Ru said, "Don't meddle in the affairs of young people."

Tian Buyi did not answer.

……

Jiang Xiaochuan got dressed, pushed open the door, and went out. Lanterns were lit in the corridor.

He walked to the right, reached the door of the eighth room, and knocked.

There was a rustling sound inside, and the door opened a crack.

Zhang Xiaofan showed half of his face, his eyes were a little swollen, and he was stunned when he saw Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Jiang... Jiang... Senior Brother?" He hesitated, not fully recognizing him.

Jiang Xiaochuan touched his prickly hair and said, "What, you don't recognize me after getting a haircut? Have you become ugly?"

Zhang Xiaofan quickly shook his head and opened the door wider: "No, no. I'm just...very energetic."

Jiang Xiaochuan clicked his tongue inwardly.

Spirit? What's the difference between spirit and ugliness? Children can't talk.

He went into the room, which was similar to his own, with a bed, a table, and a chair; it was simple and a bit deserted.

Zhang Xiaofan was still standing there, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

"Are you getting used to it?" Jiang Xiaochuan sat down in the chair.

"Master, or Senior Brother, have you been taught the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao? Do you understand the twelve rules and twenty precepts?"

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and said, "Senior Brother came this afternoon to tell us where we'll stay and eat, the sect rules and regulations... but he hasn't explained them in detail yet, and the cultivation techniques... not yet."

"No rush, we'll start tomorrow, one step at a time." Jiang Xiaochuan looked at him; there was still a sense of emptiness and trepidation in the boy's eyes, as if he had been stunned by the huge change.

Zhang Xiaofan twisted the hem of his clothes with his fingers, his lips moved as if he had made a great decision, then he raised his head and whispered, "Senior Brother Jiang... that... the cultivation technique that Puzhi taught me... should I... should I practice it?"

He paused, his face turning slightly pale: "I didn't know before... does this count as... me..."

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't answer immediately; her slender fingers slid across the rough wooden table surface.

"Whatever."

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned.

"Follow your heart. If you want to practice, then practice. If you don't want to practice, then forget about it. Anyway, it's in your mind, and no one can take it away."

"But...but..."

"But what? Don't overthink it. If anything happens, I'll take the blame for you."

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly looked up, his eyes instantly reddening. He bit his lip tightly, and his nose felt a little sore.

"However, I cannot harm Qingyun, nor can I harm the world. There is one more thing: cultivating two techniques at the same time may be very slow at the beginning, as slow as a tortoise."

Jiang Xiaochuan took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out a brown pill the size of a soybean, and stuffed it into Zhang Xiaofan's arms.

"Here, it's for calming the nerves. Take one if you can't sleep at night."

He walked to the door, then turned back and said, "Get up early tomorrow, I'll take you to the back mountain to do your homework."

Zhang Xiaofan stood there for a long time, clutching the warm pill in his hand. He finally couldn't hold back his tears, and a drop fell onto the back of his hand, burning hot.

……

Back in his room, Jiang Xiaochuan closed the door.

There were no lights on in the room, only the dim moonlight filtering in from the window.

He walked to the middle of the room, stood still, and closed his eyes.

Then extend your hand, palm up.

With a gentle thought, a dark red hue slowly seeped from his palm, like blood lines emerging from beneath his skin. The blood lines spread, intertwined, condensed, and gradually lengthened and took shape.

A long spear lay in his hand.

The gun's dark red body was cold to the touch; it was neither metal nor wood, and had a heavy feel to it.

This is the God-Slaying Spear, his magical weapon, which he accidentally crafted himself a few months ago.

Jiang Xiaochuan held it, feeling a little unfamiliar, yet also a strange sense of intimacy.

It's as if the gun was meant to be in his hands, or that he (it) was originally a part of it (him).

He lowered his head, brought the gun closer, and said slyly, "Gun Sister?"