wine hit fairy

Chapter 38 You are a little lighter!

Lu Xiaochan was taken aback, terribly terribly, she was recognized as the master by this rib, did not expect to spend so much effort to forge a fairy sword?

If the Master Yuan Zun who could forge it is dead, wouldn't this rib be wasted?

"That's because for more than 8000 years, there have been no remains of ancient spirit beasts to recognize their masters. Since there is no fairy sword worth forging, Yehua Yuanzun naturally has no news." Shu Wuxia turned his face, "Little Chan, clean up , we are going to go to Yechuan."

"Oh, okay." Lu Xiaochan nodded.

Anyway, he has no objection to where Shu Wucha said to take him.

"I'm also preparing some pills for Xiaochan to bring."

When Kun Wu thought that the little ghost he brought up was leaving again, he felt reluctant.

He thought for a while, and still had something to say to Shu Wuxia, so he said to Xiaochan: "Little ghost, go out for a while, I have something to say to Shu Wuxia."

Lu Xiaochan originally wanted to say "There is nothing you can't say to others", but after thinking about it, she knew that apart from Shu Wucha, Kunwu was a person who was sincere to her.

Sometimes, they don't want what they know, and they keep an attitude of not knowing, but they can not hurt anyone.

Besides, the present world is stable, so why worry about the past?

"Okay! I'll go find Qingyao!" Lu Xiaochan stood up, but Shu Wucha still didn't let go of his hand.

Lu Xiaochan smiled, shook her wrist, and a crisp bell rang: "We still have Suoxian Ling! And no matter how I wobble, I'm still in the Tailing Pavilion!"

"Tai Ling Pavilion has countless imaginary number spaces, which are much larger than you imagined." Shu Wucha replied.

"Anyway, wherever I am, you can find me!"

Just as Lu Xiaochan pushed the door, Kunwu thought of something and hurriedly said: "Don't mess with my fairy grass!"

"I'll try my best!" Lu Xiaochan waved her hand.

When he ran away, Kun Wu exhaled and poured a cup of tea for Shu Wu Chi in front of him.

"Although you and I are old acquaintances, I know that a thousand-year relationship is nothing special to you. But there are some things I still hope you can take to heart." Kunwu said.

"You say it."

"If there is anyone in this world who can protect Xiao Chan, that person is not me, but you. If you can put him in the bone-embellished cold clothes, I know your determination. Once you put it on, you will feel a bone-chilling chill all over your body. But it also has benefits—just like the exquisite cold jade in Wujingtian, it can also increase your cultivation while you resist its cold air, and can quickly improve your cultivation that was lost because of the little cicada."

"That's what I meant."

"It's fine if you're emotional, but if you're lustful and intersect with the chaotic karmic fire, no one knows if the bone garment will melt. So... it's good for him to be by your side, and you can't demand too much in everything."

"Yeah." Shu Wucha replied.

"It took me more than 1000 years to reshape the flesh with his Danyuan. I know you blame me for hiding him, I'm just worried about you..."

"You are afraid that my obsession will be so deep that I will ruin his body." Shu Wuxi's voice was flat, without any emotion, neither hatred nor resentment.

"I know, you always thought that junior brother left because he was afraid of you when he was in Wujingtian...but the person who is really afraid of you is not her, but me."

Kunwu lowered his head and sighed, deciding to say all the things that have been on his mind all these years.

"That's why I took my junior brother away when you surrendered to the East Ruins Sword Sect. I know my junior brother. He looks calm and open-minded, but in fact he has a clear love and hatred. He would rather be a piece of jade than a tile. If he really I hate you so much, I will not hesitate to jump off the unintentional sword sea, I will never see you again for eternity, I will never come back to look for you, and even sacrifice my life for you."

Shu Wucha's fingers trembled, and he raised his head to look at Kunwu.

"I just want to tell the truth, and I hope you will let go of your attachment to the past and cherish the present."

After Kunwu told this story, he suddenly felt that he had let go of a heavy burden, and let out a long breath.

After a long time, Shu Wuxia finally said, "Thank you."

Kun Wu raised his teacup and said to Shu Wu Chi, "Can we just smile away our grievances?"

Shu Wuxia raised the tea cups and touched them lightly: "There is kindness between you and me, but no enmity."

The two drank the tea in their cups in one gulp.

Kun Wu got up, looked at the couch and said, "This little cicada, why is it still like this. Changyan's ribs are such an important sacred object, he just threw them in the room like this, and he doesn't care about them."

Shu Wucha stood up and picked up the rib with one hand.

Kunwu looked dumbfounded: "This... doesn't it recognize Xiaochan as its master? How can you lift it up?"

Shu Wuxia gently caressed it with his hand, and said, "You forgot, my Wuxia sword is made of Changyan's spine. It is not the ribs that recognize the owner, but the primordial spirit beast Changyan."

Kunwu thought for a while, then smiled again: "If it is really forged into a fairy sword, wouldn't it be a pair with your Wuxia sword?"

Shu Wuxia's expression appeared softer than before.

"I'd better prepare a brocade bag and wrap the ribs in it. Otherwise, it will be too conspicuous for you to go all the way to Yechuan."

"My Lord Lao Kun is here."

Shu Wuxia nodded slightly.

His attitude reassured Kunwu a lot.

When Kun Wu left the quiet room, Shu Wu Chi turned his wrist and took Suo Xianling back.

At this time, Lu Xiaochan was climbing up the spirit vine to pick its fruits.

Legend has it that its fruit can not only satisfy the hunger, but also heal wounds.Lu Xiaochan made up her mind, and stored the picked fruits in "Tailing Zhenyuan", which happened to be brewed into fruit wine with hundreds of altars of Zuishengmengshi.

This journey is far and wide, so be prepared.

Qing Yao stood under the spirit vine, with a crying face: "Little uncle, come down! If the Yizong finds out, he must kill me!"

"He practices medicine and has a compassionate heart. Even ants are reluctant to step on him to death, so he won't..."

At this moment, the Suoxian Ling on Lu Xiaochan's wrist tightened, his eyes lit up, and he slid down in a numb manner, so frightened that Qing Yao thought he had fallen, and stretched out his hand to pick him up, who knew that Lu Xiaochan Cicada stood still.

"Take me back quickly! They're done talking!"

Seeing that he stopped picking the fruit, Qing Yao let out a sigh of relief.

But when I raised my head... Lu Xiaochan picked ninety if not a hundred fruits...

I'm afraid Tailing Pavilion will be flooded by Kunwu's tears again!

Lu Xiaochan was led back to the quiet room by Qing Yao, at this time Shu Wucha was sitting sideways on the side of the couch, packing Lu Xiaochan's bags.

Lu Xiaochan didn't care about 21, and rushed over. He couldn't see the inanimate thing, so he sat on the clothes directly.

Seeing him coming back, Shu Wucha raised his hand and put it on Lu Xiaochan's face, looking at him very seriously.

"Xiao Chan, you have never been like this before."

"How about now?" Lu Xiaochan tilted her head.

"Willing to be by my side." Shu Wucha replied.

Lu Xiaochan promised Shu Wuchi about the past, if he didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't ask.

"How do you know that the me in the past must not be willing to be by your side?"

Lu Xiaochan already vaguely understood that the person Shu Wucha was talking about had always been her past self.

Shu Wuxia wanted to say something else, but Lu Xiaochan stretched out his hands to hold Shu Wuxia's face.

"I want to touch your face too. See if your aura is the same as what I touched!"

"Naturally the same."

Lu Xiaochan's hand carefully touched Shu Wucha's brow bone, gently followed the trend of the brow bone to the end of the brow, and then touched the bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose.

"It's so beautiful..." Lu Xiaochan sighed softly.

"Do you like it?" Shu Wucha asked.

"I like it." Lu Xiaochan nodded, "Brother Wu Chi, being able to touch you makes me very nervous."

"I hit your hand with a bamboo branch in the past because I was afraid of burning you. Of course I won't hit you again now, so you don't need to be nervous." Shu Wucha replied.

"I'm afraid...whether suddenly I won't be able to touch you again. So when I can touch you, I must touch you a few more times."

Seeing Shu Wucha's lips opening and closing, Lu Xiaochan couldn't help touching them with her fingertips.

In an instant, Shu Wuxia paused there, stopped talking, and even clenched the hand that was originally propped on the side of the couch into a fist.

Lu Xiaochan only felt that Shu Wuxia's lips were soft, but with a coolness, as if since Shu Wuxia came back from Beiming, no part of his body was warm.

This made Lu Xiaochan couldn't help rubbing his lower lip, hoping that the temperature of her fingertips could take away the chill on Shu Wuxi's lips.

Shu Wuxia turned his face slightly, and Lu Xiaochan slipped his fingertips between his lips without paying attention.

Lu Xiaochan was nervous for a while, afraid that she would offend Shu Wuxia, but unexpectedly, Shu Wuxia raised his hand and grabbed Lu Xiaochan's finger that was about to withdraw, and squeezed it slowly.

His heart was beating, and Shu Wuxi's eyelids were drooping, as if all the softness in the world was in his eyes.

Shu Wuxi took a deep breath and closed his eyes completely. His lips were more forceful than before. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Xiaochan felt that Shu Wuxi's lips were warming up.

"Brother Wu Xia, do you know that this is kissing my finger?" Lu Xiaochan smiled.

Shu Wucha stepped back and said, "I'm sorry."

Lu Xiaochan thought to herself, Shu Wucha has no concept of money, and he doesn't care about the sophistication of the world. As for the special meaning of touching lips, maybe he doesn't understand much either.

Now I have to teach him well, but I can't let him be abducted by others.

"Well, let's make an agreement. Since you have held my hand, you can't hold others."

Without even thinking about it, Shu Wucha replied, "Okay."

So refreshing?

Lu Xiaochan clasped Shu Wuxia's arm again, thinking that he couldn't tell that Shu Wuxia's body was so slender, but his arms seemed very powerful.

"What about your arm, once you hugged me, you can't hug others."

"Okay." Shu Wucha nodded.

Lu Xiaochan was almost unhappy.

"Since my lips have touched you, I will never touch anyone else."

Lu Xiaochan blinked, this agreement was completely beyond his expectation.

"This... this... If you insist on doing this, it's fine!"

Lu Xiaochan thought about it carefully, if one day Shu Wuxia kissed someone else, she would be furious and then secretly play tricks.

If he had promised not to kiss anyone else, Lu Xiaochan would have taken advantage of him.

Very good, very good!

"Then you can't hold others by your hand in the future."

"sure."

I don't want to drag others either!And now I can see living beings, I am not completely blind, and I don't need to be pulled by others.

"Your arms can no longer hold others."

Lu Xiaochan nodded immediately: "Why should I hug someone else. I promise you."

But after thinking about it, it seemed that something was wrong, but I couldn't tell.

"Your lips can't touch others anymore."

Lu Xiaochan froze, then scratched the back of her head.

He felt that this promise should not be made lightly, but after thinking about it, Shu Wucha had already promised, and it seemed wrong for him not to promise.

"You don't want to?" Shu Wucha clasped Lu Xiaochan's wrist, squeezing it a little harder.

Lu Xiaochan's eyes and eyebrows immediately frowned, alas, alas, there are disadvantages of being able to touch it, the bones are about to be broken.

"I promise! I promise! Brother Wu Chi, be gentle!"

"En." Shu Wuxi relaxed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lu Xiaochan always feels that the corners of Shu Wuxia's lips are slightly raised.

"It's pretty." Lu Xiaochan said.

"What looks good?"

"You look so pretty when you smile."

Lu Xiaochan squinted her eyes, leaned in front of Shu Wucha, and stared at the corner of his lips.

Shu Wucha turned his face away, Lu Xiaochan raised his hand to touch his ear, and then smiled: "Brother Wucha, your ears are getting hot!"

"Okay, I'm packing your luggage for you."

Shu Wucha raised his hand and rubbed the top of Lu Xiaochan's head.

"Oh." Lu Xiaochan still sat still.

"You are sitting."

"What are you sitting on?" Lu Xiaochan moved, but the little coat still moved away with Lu Xiaochan.

"Pants."

Lu Xiaochan stood up abruptly, fumbling around on the couch in a hurry: "I'll clean this up myself! I'll clean it up myself!"

"You can't see it, I'd better clean it up for you."

After finishing speaking, Shu Wucha had already put it away, raised his fingers to fold it, and put it on the pile of clothes beside him.

This time it was Lu Xiaochan's turn to burn her ears.

But on second thought, I'm sorry ass!

When he was taking a bath, Shu Wucha was watching from the side, but it was just an inner garment, and after Shu Wucha cleaned it up for him, he could lazily sit aside.

Lu Xiaochan stood up, Shu Wucha saw him go away, looked up at him, fearing that he would hit the corner of the table again.

Who knew that Lu Xiaochan went around behind Shu Wuxia again, and lay down directly against his back, resting his chin on the side of Shu Wuxia's neck, and hanging his arms lazily on his shoulders.

"In this way, I can hold you again, and it won't prevent you from packing my luggage, how nice it is!"

Shu Wuxia lowered his head, which made Lu Xiaochan unable to resist playing tricks, and blew on Shu Wuxia's neck.

Sure enough, Shu Wuxi turned his face sideways, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and the chill on his body dissipated a bit.

"Brother Wu Xia, you are so cold and cold, no one will come near you on weekdays."

"Ah."

"So I'm so attached to you, you must be shy?" Lu Xiaochan narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Shu Wuxia raised his hand and rubbed Lu Xiaochan's head, his lips parted, perhaps to say "don't make trouble", but he still didn't say anything, just pressed Lu Xiaochan's cheek closer to himself.

Kun Wu moved very quickly, and sent a universe bag over.

This Qiankun bag is embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Although Lu Xiaochan can't see the pattern, she can tell it by touching it with her hands. She immediately understands that this is Kunwu's bad taste, and revenge Lu Xiaochan for picking his spirit vine fruit.

Anyway, no matter what, Lu Xiaochan would not carry this universe bag.

Shu Wucha didn't care, and put Changyan's ribs into the bag.

In the evening, Lu Xiaochan was lying on the couch, looking at Shu Wuxia sitting at the table studying medical classics, and he was still reading some Beiming articles.

"Brother Wu Gap, I've never seen you rest. Go to bed early tonight."

Shu Wuxia walked to Lu Xiaochan's side, sat down, and touched his forehead with his fingertips: "Go to sleep first."

"If you don't sleep, I won't be able to sleep. I always feel that if I wake up, I won't be able to touch you again. I'm leaving tomorrow, don't you want to have a good rest?" Lu Xiaochan moved inside, giving way Zhang co come.

Shu Wucha paused there, and said, "I used to lie beside you, and you were very angry."

Could it be because of this that Shu Wucha didn't sleep every night, but just sat beside him?

Lu Xiaochan felt distressed.

"Then you sleep now. After a good sleep, we will have the energy to walk a long, long way. By the way, I have cultivated myself now, can I let Lushu take us to travel thousands of miles?"

"Yes. But Yechuan is at the end of Nanlijing Tian, ​​even if we sit on Lushu's body, it will take seven days."

"oh, I see."

Shu Wucha lay down next to Lu Xiaochan, he was on his side, steady, and he didn't move for a long time.

On the contrary, Lu Xiaochan was dishonest, half asleep, she wanted to put on a nine character, and put her legs on Shu Wuxia's body without even thinking about it.

He suddenly woke up with a start, wondering if he had crushed Shu Wucha, and hurriedly retracted his legs, but Shu Wucha just pulled the quilt to cover him up.

Only then did Lu Xiaochan realize that Shu Wucha hadn't closed her eyes at all.

"Why don't you sleep?"

"I'm afraid you will kick the quilt." Shu Wucha replied.

Lu Xiaochan thought that sleeping by herself was dishonest, and she used to sleep curled up under a tree or in an alley, there was no such thing as a quilt.

He laughed, raised Shu Wuxia's arm and put it on his body, then he slid into it and said: "You hug me, it doesn't matter if I kick the quilt or not!"

Shu Wuxia's embrace immediately became tense.

Lu Xiaochan smelled the scent on his body, only felt soothed and relieved, and fell asleep not long after.

Hearing his breathing, Shu Wuxia's arm relaxed, he tightened his embrace, fearing that Lu Xiaochan would be strangled, so he had to relax a little more.

Lu Xiaochan fell into a deep sleep and found himself in a dream again in a daze.

And he was surrounded by the familiar white jade wall exuding cold air, and dozens of swords embedded in the wall.

Every sword is full of aura.

The pillars on all sides tower high from the ground to the sky, and there is an endless imaginary space like Tailing Pavilion.

On the pillar, there are countless letters, which are flat but seem to be infinitely reincarnated.

"Where is this place?" Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but wonder in her heart.

In the center of this hall is a table case, on which is a flower carved out of exquisite cold jade.

Its flower heart is floating with a wisp of fragrance.

The scent curled up and passed slowly along the four sides of the jade wall, and more than ten blank scrolls fell down like this.

Lu Xiaochan lowered his head and looked at himself, he thought he would see the bottles and jars covered by the little boy before, but he found that he was still wearing his own clothes.

How is this going?

This is completely different from the dreams I had before.

That wisp of incense gradually took shape, turning into a wandering blue bird with spread wings for a while, a light white kitten for a while, and a huge Dragon King Whale in the sea for a while, making a whistling sound, looking to bite Lu Xiaochan Swallowed, but just passed through.

Lu Xiaochan felt so surprised that she couldn't even close her eyes.

When he turned around, he saw that wisp of incense turned into the figure of a young man, and smiled slightly.

"Lu Xiaochan, long time no see."

Lu Xiaochan was surprised: "How do you know my name?"

The young man crossed his arms and laughed: "I'm not as forgetful as you are. I am a sword spirit, and I am the spirit of the sword spirits of the Wujingtian sword sects from the Great Desolation to the present. I don't have the power of the sword sect. Good luck, I was able to get a name. From ancient times to the present, there is only the name 'Sword Spirit'. It is similar to tables, chairs and benches."

Lu Xiaochan was shocked, he looked around: "Here... is Wujingtian here?"

"Yes!" Sword Spirit came to Lu Xiaochan and snapped his fingers, "You have stayed here before. You dislike Jianzong's coldness all day long, and don't talk to you or play with you, so you just Here, we two play together!"

"I... I used to be here... That is to say, I have been to Wujingtian?"

Sword Spirit spread out his hands, stepped lightly on the pillar, and flew up like a fish swimming into the sea.

Seeing that Lu Xiaochan was motionless, he turned around and landed again: "Why don't you play with me anymore?"

"playing what?"

"When it's time to compete for a stick of incense, who can climb higher!"

"Ah? Oh..." Lu Xiaochan held the pillar with both hands, stepped on the letter, and was about to climb up.

The sword spirit quickly stopped him: "Ouch! Xiaochan, these slips are the practice diaries of previous sword sects, you can't trample on them!"

Lu Xiaochan hurriedly put her foot down: "You can't step on it, I'm sure I won't be able to go up..."

The sword spirit suddenly knocked on Lu Xiaochan's head, but fortunately he was invisible, and the hand just passed through Lu Xiaochan's face.

"Where did your cultivation base go over 600 years ago?"

"Feed the dog."

Wait, 600 years of cultivation?

I used to have cultivation?I am indeed a cultivator!

Lu Xiaochan hurried forward: "Then who was I?"

"Look!" Sword Spirit pointed to the blank scroll on all sides.

At this time, countless lines were slowly drawn on the scroll, dyed with color, and the figure of the young man gradually appeared.

Some dragged a small medicine pot, filled with soil, and a small bud grew, and the boy was smiling and alive.

Some pinched a small flower with their fingers, raised their heads, and squinted their eyes. The nectar was about to drip down along the petals. The boy stuck out the tip of his tongue, hoping to taste the nectar.

There is also a picture of him pulling up his cuffs, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his hand, and teasing the crickets in the grass.

"Why...is there him on these scrolls?" Lu Xiaochan looked carefully.