Fairy, please don't do this!

Especially the words An Wanxi left behind before she died, didn't they perfectly illustrate her change?

She not only embraced the role of "wife," but also doted on him to the extreme, even wanting to help him build a harem.

In addition, Gu Jinchao had another question.

An Wanxi is well-versed in Buddhism!

It is not a superficial understanding, but a profound insight into the essence.

Even Miao Tan, a Buddhist nun, was unknowingly influenced and gradually fell into the mortal world.

In Gu Jinzhao's memory, although there were Buddhist scriptures in his room, they were only superficial interpretations and could not possibly lead one to such a state of mind.

Unless An Wanxi is playing the game again.

Because in the game, the four divine souls have already merged.

One of the divine souls was suppressed within the Demon-Suppressing Tower guarded by the Zen Realm.

That spirit had been nurtured by the chanting of scriptures by eminent monks for many years, and could even hear Zen masters expounding on Buddhist teachings.

"If that's the case, then wouldn't there be three people on the second playthrough?"

"Is this just to increase the difficulty, or is there another purpose?"

Gu Jinchao raised an eyebrow slightly.

Since he transmigrated, he felt that the game "Above the Sky" was shrouded in a layer of mystery.

Even a seasoned player like him, who had completed all five pure romance routes, felt a sense of bewilderment, as if he were deeply immersed in the game...

Chapter 255, Gong Lingyun: Your Sword Heart Is Not Pure (3K)

Because of An Wanxi's matter, Gu Jinzhao was rather absent-minded.

Even when processing and archiving case files, several files were misclassified.

hum-

A purple light rippled outwards.

An Wanxi emerged from the shadows and landed lightly on the table, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Why does my little husband look so preoccupied?"

"But what's bothering you?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "It's just that I've recently encountered a bottleneck in cultivating the True Yang Sword Technique, and I don't know how to condense the ultimate Yang sword intent, so I'm a bit frustrated."

He did not mention the second time loop.

After all, this is just speculation and has not been confirmed.

“Cultivation must be done slowly.” An Wanxi pulled him over and let him rest his head on her soft lap, gently massaging his brow with her slender hands.

Smelling the sweet, honey-like fragrance and feeling the warmth from her fingertips, Gu Jinzhao gradually relaxed.

Regardless of whether the ghost wife is a second playthrough or not, one thing is certain—her feelings for him are genuine.

Just as he was thinking this, a crystal-clear bead of yin energy was brought to his lips. He subconsciously opened his mouth, and a sweet and delicious aroma suddenly burst forth on his tongue.

An Wanxi asked softly, "How are you feeling now, my little husband?"

Gu Jinzhao asked, puzzled, "What do you mean, 'how'?"

An Wanxi's jade-like fingers traced the corner of his lips, her voice as soft and sweet as melting honey: "Compared to your Aunt Ruo's yin energy, whose is sweeter?"

"What's the point of comparing them?" Gu Jinzhao said, both amused and exasperated. "Aunt Ruo's yin energy and my daughter-in-law's origins are completely different."

An Wanxi's Yin energy originates from three acupoints: Qihai, Zhongji, and Guanyuan, which are extremely invigorating and refreshing.

As for Aunt Ruo's yin energy, it should be drawn out of her body at will, so its source is naturally different.

An Wanxi glanced at him with a half-smile: "The yin energy of your Aunt Ruo this time is much more solid than the last time."

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback: "What do you mean by that, wife?"

"I only suspect that the source of this yin energy is the same as mine."

"How is this possible?"

"I already said I had suspicions, so why is my little husband reacting so strongly?" An Wanxi's beautiful lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Could it be that after tasting that pure and sweet flavor, you already had some guesses in your heart?"

Gu Jinzhao was about to tell her to stop talking nonsense when she heard a loud bang as the door was suddenly pushed open.

A round-faced, adorable little girl burst in, her face filled with panic: "Brother-in-law, save me!"

Gu Jinchao asked in confusion, "Save you for what?"

Hongdou said with a mournful face, "Master is coming."

"You're here, so what's there to be nervous about?"

"When I left the Dao Realm before, my master told me not to forget my cultivation because of playing around."

"If you haven't broken through to the seventh rank of perfection by the next time we meet, you will have to accept punishment."

"What punishment?"

"Spanking!"

"Let them fight, what's the big deal?"

"Master has a dark black ruler that hurts terribly when he spanks my bottom! I was spanked before, and my skin was so red and swollen that I couldn't even get out of bed."

At this point, Hongdou suddenly remembered something and added, "Oh right, Senior Sister was also beaten up..."

Gu Jinzhao was shocked.

He never expected that the aloof and ethereal fairy maiden would actually spank her disciple.

"Red Bean! What nonsense are you talking about?"

A pleasant voice, filled with shy annoyance, rang out.

Suddenly, Mu Yiren entered the room and was staring at her coldly.

"I'm not lying!" Hongdou said, hands on her hips, her voice full of conviction: "Senior Sister was indeed beaten by Master."

"Back then, you secretly peeked at the painting Master had hidden, and then Master caught you, pressed you against his lap, and gave you a good beating—"

She betrayed her own senior sister without any mercy.

Mu Yiren was so embarrassed and angry that she immediately grabbed the big-mouthed loli and was about to give her a good "slap slap slap".

Hongdou's face changed drastically: "Brother-in-law, save me—"

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Sister Yiren, let's just forget about it!"

"This is the military command post. If we cause any trouble, it will be difficult to handle."

Hongdou was overjoyed, feeling that her brother-in-law was the best person in the world at that moment.

Mu Yiren narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, her tone revealing a chill: "I have already set up a restriction, no one can hear me."

"If you stand up for her, don't blame me for taking care of you too."

She hadn't settled accounts with Gu Jinzhao about what happened last night, and she didn't expect him to dare to jump out now.

"I suddenly remembered I have something important to take care of. You guys talk!"

Gu Jinchao's expression turned serious. He stood up decisively and left the side room, closing the door behind him.

Red Bean stood there dumbfounded.

Before I could even react, I received a slap on the butt!

A sharp "smack" rang out, followed by a pitiful plea: "Senior sister, I was wrong—"

"What did you do wrong?"

Where did I go wrong?

Snapped--

……

"Of all people to mess with, why provoke Xiao Nu? Isn't that just asking for a beating?"

Gu Jinzhao sighed and leisurely rode his mare away from the military commandhouse to the outer city to offer sacrifices to the evil cultivators.

Around dusk, he returned to Qingyue Lane and entered the courtyard of the Gu residence.

A woman was sitting in the pavilion, quietly gazing at the flowerbed in front of her.

A simple white Taoist robe accentuated her graceful figure, like a lone crane perched on a cliff.

Her snow-white hair was not completely tied up; it was simply pinned to a topknot at the back of her head with an ebony hairpin, revealing a flawless, aloof, and otherworldly face.

Her eyebrows were lightly swept like distant mountains, and her eyes were as pale as glass!

Just sitting quietly in the pavilion, she was like a fairy descending to earth, exuding an aura of otherworldly grace that inspired awe and made people feel ashamed of their own appearance.

The woman before him was none other than Mu Yiren's master, Gong Lingyun.

Gu Jinzhao stepped forward and greeted, "Junior Gu Jinzhao greets Master Gongwu."

Gong Lingyun looked up at him and said calmly, "Your sword heart is not pure."

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "Doctor Gongwu means that the reason I cannot condense the Supreme Yang Sword Intent is because my sword heart is not pure?"

Gong Lingyun remained calm, her gaze seemingly piercing through the young man before her: "The Supreme Yang Sword Intent is the most powerful and pure force. If the heart is clouded, the will will naturally be flawed."

"But you, with worries in your heart and disturbances in your mind, all sorts of distracting thoughts are like vines binding your sword heart, causing it to become dusty and lose its brilliance, no longer clear."

Gu Jinchao was deeply shaken.

Gong Lingyun's few words struck him like a thunderclap, instantly illuminating the confusion he had been experiencing for days.

"The Palace Master's insight is like a torch; every word he utters is piercing to the heart."

“I have indeed been troubled by various mundane affairs lately, and my mind is in turmoil.”

"Whenever I try to concentrate the true essence of Yang, I always feel that my heart is restless, my mind is scattered and my spirit is wandering, making it difficult to reach the state of perfect harmony and unity."

He paused here, then earnestly said, "This junior is foolish. I know the problem lies in the sword's heart being clouded, but I do not know how to wipe away this grime and restore its clarity?"

Gong Lingyun did not answer directly, but instead asked, "Do you know where the Dust of the Sword Heart comes from?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "Please enlighten me, Master Gongwu."

"Love and passion are but dust!"

"Deeply entrenched in attachments, one is dust!"

"Even being too attached to the way of the sword and eager to achieve success is also a form of worldly dust."

Gong Lingyun's voice was clear and cold, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate: "As your cultivation deepens, your responsibilities become heavier, and the things you see and encounter become more numerous, your inner demons will become stronger."

"If you don't constantly wipe it clean, the dust and dirt will naturally accumulate and thicken, eventually obscuring your mind and preventing you from seeing your true self."

Speaking of this, she looked directly at the young man in front of her: "There is no shortcut to wiping away the dust from the sword heart; the only way is to face it directly and cut it off."

Gu Jinchao seemed to be deep in thought: "Does the Palace Master mean that I should confront all the obstacles and desires in my heart and cut them off with my sword?"

Gong Lingyun nodded: "This severance is not about extinguishing human ethics or abandoning the seven emotions, but about establishing a clear boundary in one's heart and understanding what is the Way and what is an obstacle."

"At the same time, we must also examine ourselves and know what the sword path we seek is all about."

"Is it for protection, for transcendence, or simply for power itself?"

Gu Jinzhao fell silent, his mind filled with the words he had just heard.

Gong Lingyun said no more.

The path has been pointed out; how to walk it is up to him.

After a long while, Gu Jinzhao seemed to understand and solemnly bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Gongwu."

He now understood why he couldn't condense the ultimate Yang sword intent.

As Gong Lingyun said, the sword heart is not pure.

Because he always regarded his swordsmanship as a tool to improve his strength and build up his armor, rather than the path he wanted to take.

This is, of course, because he is still confined to the concept of games and has never had a true understanding of the path he has taken.

That's why they are troubled and troubled by desires, gradually becoming clouded and obscured.