The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

The last Kongming lantern flew away with the wind, swaying in the air.

The fire in the sky had long disappeared. It was the only light in the sky besides the moon and the stars. The lonely Kongming lantern, carrying Jingyan's good wishes for Mu Yunning, slowly rose into the sky.

Jing Yan suddenly remembered the dream he had during the Zhongzhou trial. He seemed to have made some agreement with Mu Yunning in the dream.

"I will accompany you through thousands of mountains and rivers."

Although it was just a dream, the dream was too real, so real that Jing Yan could hardly distinguish between reality and dreams. As a result, he suddenly felt a little guilty - he had broken his promise.

So, Jingyan suddenly wanted to write something.

He took out a pen and paper and began to write a letter to Mu Yunning. There was no elaborate or beautiful writing style. He was just introducing Qiu Shui to Mu Yunning.

Introduce Qiu Shui’s mountain, Qiu Shui’s water, Qiu Shui’s Qingzhu Peak, and the cottage on Qingzhu Peak.

I don’t know how long I wrote until I felt that I had finished everything I should write, and then I silently added a sentence at the end of the letter.

"I miss you."

Suddenly, a snowflake fell on the letter paper.

Jing Yan looked up in surprise, only to find that at some point, the snow that was supposed to have fallen on the main peak of Qiu Shui had drifted to Qingzhu Peak, a remote mountain.

Snowflakes fell on the letter paper, disappeared in an instant, and turned into barely noticeable water stains.

Soon, the snow fell heavier and heavier, until the bamboos on Qingzhu Peak were dyed white, and Qingzhu Peak turned into Xuezhu Peak.

Jing Yan put the letter into the envelope and leaned back on the bamboo chair in the courtyard, thinking about when he would be free to send the letter to Qinglan Sword Sect. Maybe today, or tomorrow at the latest, otherwise Mu Yunning might be waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, under the reflection of the bright moon, the broken sword in his arms suddenly trembled.

Ling'er's childish voice sounded softly, ethereal and unreal.

"Mr. Sword Spirit...Mr. Sword Spirit, is that you?"

3. Autumn Water (k)

Yun Ling'er sat upright in the hall.

Originally, she was still flipping through ancient books, trying to find the unfamiliar "Qiu Shui" and "Dongsheng Shenzhou".

Although Grandpa Xuanhu said that there was no record in the Sutra Repository, Yun Ling'er was not convinced. She felt that Grandpa Xuanhu must have forgotten these two place names because he was old and his memory was not as good as before.

So, after obtaining permission from Grandpa Xuanhu, Yun Ling'er moved all the ancient historical books back to her room, and read them carefully while she had some time to practice.

It was now dusk, and the golden light shone through the gauze window into the room, shining on the ancient books and Yun Ling'er's hair, giving the originally snow-white hair a layer of gold.

Sometimes, she wondered whether Mr. Sword Spirit was just a dream, but the names of Qiu Shui and Dongsheng Shenzhou were clearly etched in her mind and could not be erased.

If you were dreaming, you wouldn't be able to dream of such detailed place names, right?

Yun Ling'er didn't understand, she just thought the name Qiu Shui sounded nice, like a dream place.

Every autumn, the maple leaves of their Sky Fox tribe always turn red. When the cool wind blows, the maple trees all over the mountains make rustling sounds, and the fiery red maple leaves are blown down and scattered on every hilltop.

The Sky Fox Clan's territory was surrounded by mountains on all sides, high and low, one upon the other, dyeing Yun Ling'er's memories into maple red.

So, Qiu Shui should be just like what she imagined, a place where it is cool all year round and the maple leaves are always red, right?

As Yun Ling'er was thinking this, she was flipping through the ancient book in her hand. The sound of flipping pages could be heard continuously in the hall.

Suddenly, Yun Ling'er's ears trembled slightly, and her snow-white fox ears appeared. She held her breath and listened carefully.

"Om-"

It was a slight trembling sound.

Then, the sound became louder and louder. Yun Ling'er's eyes were dazed, but she quickly came to her senses. She pushed aside the ancient books on the ground and carefully took out her ancient ink-colored sword.

The long sword was trembling slightly.

Yun Ling'er cleared her throat and asked with some surprise: "Mr. Jian Ling...Mr. Jian Ling, is that you?"

"Ah, I can talk again."

A muffled voice was heard, and above the sword blade, the blurry figure of the man emerged - but it was still blurry and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Wow, Mr. Jianling, you finally came out. I thought you were angry and ignored me!"

Yun Ling'er said with surprise, she held the sword in her hand, placed it on her knees, and said while bending over.

"No, it just suddenly disconnected yesterday for some reason. I don't know why... Is there such a thing as a bad signal these days?"

"yesterday?"

Yun Ling'er caught the key words and couldn't help but frowned and complained, "What yesterday? A week has passed. Ling'er has been waiting for Mr. Jian Ling to speak, but Mr. Jian Ling has not appeared."

"One week?"

The sword spirit on the opposite side was stunned and asked in confusion: "Didn't it just pass a day?"

"How could that be..." Yun Ling'er stretched out her voice, "I have already attended the teacher's boring classes for five days, plus the two days I spent flipping through books, a total of seven days, Ling'er will definitely not remember it wrong."

"That's weird. It's only been a day since I got here."

Mr. Sword Spirit's voice was full of doubts. The figure reflected on the sword blade touched his chin and said in confusion.

"Could it be that Mr. Jian Ling is a deity?" Yun Ling'er opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "I heard the elders tell stories that one day in heaven is one year on earth. Although one day of Mr. Jian Ling is equal to seven days of mine, could it be that you are also a deity, Mr. Jian Ling?"

But then, she shook her head again: "No, for immortals, one day is equal to one year, but Mr. Jian Ling, one day of yours is only equal to seven days of mine, so you can only be called a small immortal at best - there is still some gap between you and a great immortal."

The sutra says: "......"

He always felt that the girl in front of him seemed a little bit stupid. He had been seeing such stupid and silly kids recently.

And it just so happened that he had extensive experience dealing with stupid kids.

"Um, Ling'er, how did you manage to talk to me?"

Jing Yan thought about it for a while and asked the question that puzzled him the most.

After all, everything in front of him was too novel, making him feel like he was playing a communication software in the world of immortal cultivation, and the speed of time flowing on both sides was actually different. It was really outrageous, it was outrageous to the extreme.

"It is a sword, which was obtained from the sword domain of our Sky Fox Clan. Every member of our Sky Fox Clan can enter the sword domain and choose a sword that suits him or her after reaching adulthood."

Yun Ling'er explained.

When Jing Yan heard the word "Sword Domain", the first thing he thought of was Sword Pool.

Both are secret realms related to swords, and both involve obtaining a sword. From some perspectives, the Sword Domain and the Sword Pond seem a bit too similar.

But soon, Jing Yan dispelled his guess. After all, an admission ticket to the Sword Pool was worth hundreds of millions of spirit stones. Even if the Sky Fox Clan ran a spirit stone mine, it would be impossible for every member to be eligible to enter the Sword Pool after adulthood.

Not to mention the astronomical figures of expenditure, even the number of Sword Pool Tokens circulating in the market each year can probably be counted on one hand. How could the Sky Fox Clan sustain such consumption?

Maybe it’s just a different secret place.

"So what did the sword you harvested look like?"

Jingyan asked again.

He now had reason to suspect that the broken sword he had obtained might not be a weapon at all, but rather a communication device - after all, given its current degree of fragmentation, it was even questionable whether it could be used to cut vegetables.

Although he could clearly see the girl's movements, expressions, look, and even her hair, the only thing he could not see was the sword in her hand.

"It's a long, black thing that looks like a sword... a sword?"

The sutra says: "......."

"Would you like to listen to what you are saying..."

He held his forehead helplessly, and suddenly felt an unprecedented helplessness - he thought Wen Youqing's stupidity was unmatched in the world, so whose general was this? !

"Oh, I can't describe it."

Yun Ling'er rubbed her head in distress, then suddenly an idea came to her and she stood up.

"I have an idea!"

Just like that, she suddenly ran out of the room in front of Jing Yan's eyes, and soon after, she walked in with a bunch of painting tools.

“I can draw it!”

The fox demon girl said in surprise - the painting skills she had practiced for many years finally came in handy today!

Jing Yan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and the fact turned out to be just as he had expected. The girl used the painting tools that looked extremely complicated to draw a simple picture on the drawing paper.

To put it simply, it is two bars plus an arrow, with a hilt that looks extremely abstract drawn crookedly on the back.

"The painting is done."

After finishing the last stroke, Yun Ling'er wiped her forehead with satisfaction and said seriously, "This is roughly what it looks like."

Jing Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "It's a good drawing. I almost realized it was a sword."

"Yeah, yeah, I also think that my painting is very good." Yun Ling'er put her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

"Okay, okay. You can learn more languages ​​from now on. Sometimes language can express the shape of an object more intuitively than images - for you."

Jingyan really didn't want to undermine the girl's confidence, but he was really uncomfortable holding back some words in his heart - even sprinkling some rice on it and letting chickens peck at it might be better than the image she drew.

"Mr. Sword Spirit, do you know what my sword looks like?"

"Absolutely got it."

Jing Yan said helplessly and ended the topic decisively.

But soon, Yun Ling'er seemed to have thought of something and spoke again to the sword.

"By the way, Mr. Jianling, I can't find where the Qiushui and Dongsheng Shenzhou you mentioned are. Did you remember the names wrong?"

Jing Yan frowned: "No, these are the two names."

"That's weird."

Yun Ling'er pouted and pointed her sword at the ancient books scattered all over the floor of her room: "But I can't find these two places no matter how hard I look."

Jingyan carefully looked at the ancient books scattered all over the floor by Ling'er, trying to discern the contents recorded on them, but found that what was written on them were all ancient secrets that he only had a vague understanding of, and even he could not tell the truth from the false.

"Why are you looking for ancient books from ancient times?"

Jingyan asked in confusion.

"Because Mr. Sword Spirit was sealed in the sword, it's clear that he has been dead for who knows how many years, so it's right for me to look for ancient books."

Yun Ling'er blinked and answered with a clear conscience.

You are the one who fell!

Jing Yan felt a breath of anger rising in his chest. Foolish child, you are the sword spirit sealed in the sword!

But he didn't say it out loud, because he was afraid that revealing that Ling'er was just a soul living in a broken sword would scare her - lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

Therefore, both of them tacitly regarded each other as the residual soul in their own swords. After all, only this could explain why the flow of time for the two people was not the same.

Jing Yan could only continue talking along the same topic as hers.

"Then have you found it?"

"No, I have searched through the historical records and maps of the Twelve Continents, but I have not found any place called Qiushui or Dongsheng Shenzhou."

Yun Ling'er scratched her head in annoyance, but soon she was no longer frustrated and asked curiously, "Mr. Jian Ling, is it autumn all year round in your Qiushui, with fiery red maple leaves all over the mountains?"

"That's not the case. We just had a snowfall in Qiushui yesterday."

Jing Yan added in his heart: Although it was created by Yun Su using Taoist magic, it was indeed a heavy snowfall that only occurs once in a century.

"what?"

Yun Ling'er blinked and asked in confusion, "Then why is Mr. Jian Ling's hometown called Qiu Shui?"

This question stumped Jing Yan.

He paused, fell into deep thought, but found that he could not explain this problem no matter what.

Yes, why is it that Qiu Shui is as warm as spring all year round and has nothing to do with the word autumn?

But why is it called Autumn Water?

4. Sword (k)