newbobooks Chapter 248 I'll accompany my grandmaster to stretch his muscles and bones
Chapter 248 I'll accompany my grandmaster to stretch his muscles and bones
The night at Luoxia Mountain was still as desolate as ever. The azure lightning above the Lei Kui Formation continued to swirl, and only a cold moon hung in the sky.
Cui Wu and the Mountain God of Luoxia Mountain stood together on the city wall, like two tall and straight pine trees.
A dazzling sword light flew from the distant horizon, and when it got closer, it transformed into a woman dressed in a light blue dress.
It was none other than Min Chang of the Jiangyun Sect.
Min Chang landed in front of Cui Wu, her tone filled with joy: "You've arrived."
Cui Wu gazed into the distance, looking at the edge of the Lei Kui formation. A dark figure was slowly approaching the Lei Kui formation; it was a soldier from the Sheng Yu army who had been replaced this time.
As the army approached, Cui Wu saw the Sheng Yu army flag held high at the front of the column.
There was also a young man in black armor, carrying a heavy sword, beneath the military flag.
It is the Zhu River.
Cui Wu turned his head slightly and instructed the person behind him, "Pour the wine."
As soon as Cui Wu's order was given, the soldiers carrying the wine jars immediately sprang into action.
Bowls of nectar, exuding a strong aroma, are served, resembling tiny moons.
Zhu He rode at the front, his keen senses scanning the surroundings like ripples spreading outwards.
"Finally home."
"I'm finally going to see my daughter..."
"There's really hope!"
……
The Shengyu Army is known for its strict discipline. Behind him are veterans who have fought in the desolate region for at least six years. When they get fierce, they are like ferocious beasts. They dare to charge directly at magical beasts that are several times their size. However, these tough men are now looking at the gates of Luoxia City through the gray sky and feel a bit apprehensive about returning home.
Whispers that disregarded military discipline, and soft, light laughter.
They all represent the purest and most innocent longing for one's homeland.
The young man smiled and did not reprimand them.
In Luoxia City, Long Siyin's silver-white armor gleamed with a cold light, and Du Ying hovered behind her, occasionally emitting a light sword cry, looking eager to fight.
Yue Zhong stood beside the woman and looked at her: "Rong Zhi said, don't kill yourself on the battlefield."
Long Siyin's lips twitched: "I don't believe Zhizhi would say something like that. My senior brother, could you please put something more elegant when you talk to me in the future?"
Yue Zhong shook his head: "Good words are for one's own Daoist partner."
Long Siyin was getting a little frantic.
Yue Zhong returned from the desolate region three years ago during the military rotation. After returning, he went to find Rong Zhi, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect at the time. It only took two hours from expressing his feelings to getting together.
They didn't even have time to pluck the peach blossoms for the elders in the sect.
Long Siyin still remembers how the Qingyun Sect Leader stormed out with his sword in hand, only to return dejectedly a moment later, crying in front of her.
The gist is that Long Siyin's cultivation was unstable at the time due to issues with her Dao Heart and Sword Vein Power. The only one in the entire sect capable of handling things was Yue Zhong…
Therefore, he cannot hit, for fear that the heavier the runner, the more likely he is to run.
At that time, Long Siyin understood why the outstanding disciples of the Long Sword Sect were always successfully poached by the Joyful Union Sect.
You pried it open, thinking he would be angry, but in reality he was just impotently furious.
Go ahead and pry it open. The ruthless sword cultivators of the Longsword Sect are all handsome and powerful. So what if that cowardly old man curses them behind their backs? It's no big deal.
So Long Siyin could only hug the Qingyun Sect Leader and say things like "men should marry when they are of age" to comfort the fragile old man.
Thinking of this, Long Siyin looked at Yue Zhong and said, "From now on, the task of comforting the old man will be entrusted to you."
The more he looked at her, the stranger his gaze became. The young man parted his thin lips slightly:
"Aren't you afraid I'll drive him crazy?"
Long Siyin was calmed down by her senior brother. After thinking it over, the woman finally came up with a brilliant idea.
She grinned mischievously: "Just tell him about Xue Lan. If he insults you, just say Xue Lan did this and that... I don't believe you can be more outrageous than Xue Lan!"
Yue Zhong's eyes lit up. He smiled and nodded.
The so-called friends in the cultivation world may not be considered connections, but they are definitely useful.
……
Xue Lan, whom the fellow Daoists described as utterly absurd, finally arrived at Xuanhuang Cave Heaven after traveling day and night. The elder guarding the cave heaven was somewhat surprised when he saw Xue Lan.
He carefully compared the aura Xue Lan had left in the sect with the aura he had left behind, and finally couldn't help but say, "If you miss, then die outside. What's the point of coming back?"
The fake smile that Xue Lan had been maintaining on her face suddenly vanished.
What if the elders in a sect can't learn to love?
Seeing that Xue Lan remained silent, the elder added, "When you come back, the sect leader and his allies will probably stuff you into a teapot. What exactly do you want?"
"Could it be that he's become possessed, gone mad, or gone insane?"
Xue Lan thought to herself that there had been rumors among the disciples of the sect that Elder Nie, who guarded the exit of the cave, was very eloquent, and now she had experienced it for herself.
She bowed to Elder Nie, and was just about to answer the elder's many questions word by word when, before she could even speak, she saw the elder in front of her wave his hand to open the barrier and stand aside.
"go in!"
Xue Lan stammered, "You're not going to ask anymore?"
Elder Nie smiled and said, "You never speak the truth, so why should I listen to you? You'll only disturb my own Dao heart for nothing."
Xue Lan shattered completely, entering the cave like a lost soul, her ears still filled with Xue Tong's laughter.
Behind her, Elder Nie watched the departing woman and shook his head with a smile: "Still the same as before, where has she grown up?"
Inside Dao Xuanzi's cave, the old man who was playing chess alone sensed Xue Lan's presence and suddenly straightened his slightly hunched back.
He had an air of otherworldly wisdom, just waiting for Xue Lan to apologize.
As he waited, he smugly thought that the relationship between a senior and junior master was bound to have some friction, and Xue Lan would eventually discover her own merits as a senior master. Look at this...
"Crack!"
The response he imagined was a crisp clap of thunder.
Immediately following was his Uncle Linghuang's furious voice: "Dao Xuanzi! This is your good nephew!"
The old man's expression froze, and he drew his sword and rushed out of the cave.
To hell with him, he'll realize his worth someday! He's going to fight Xue Lan to the death today!
Xue Lan entered the Xuanhuang Cave Heaven and, adhering to the principle of high efficiency and speed, headed straight for the Linghuang Tree.
When Master Linghuang saw her approaching, he initially thought she was a good child. Even back at the sect, she still thought of her grandmaster. So he emerged from the cave beneath the Linghuang Tree, intending to put on a show of affection with Xue Lan.
To his surprise, when he stood smiling before Xue Lan, the child pulled a shrine from his sleeve and held up a small yellow fish statue inside, looking at him with disbelief.
"Master?"
Master Linghuang knew what was going on as soon as he saw the aura emanating from the small fish. His gentle smile turned slightly embarrassed: "This... Lanlan, even Grandmaster isn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, a pale purple bolt of lightning inexplicably struck the branches and leaves of the Spirit Emperor Tree.
The woman opposite him held up the small yellow croaker statue, seemingly blessed with divine power, in one hand and a long, black, menacing knife in the other, her smile utterly sinister.
"I see that my master is quite free... I'll accompany my master to stretch his muscles!"
Today, even this ancient tree that's thousands of years old needs to be revitalized!