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Chapter 867: Yangxin Palace

Questions about the voice of the candle in the snow:
"Where's Fifth Junior Sister? Isn't she here with Little Six?"

"Fifth Junior Sister asked Sixth Junior Sister to tell her that she is busy at the water prison and needs her to guard it for the next two nights. She will not come to the selection ceremony for the new Yue women tomorrow. The matter of selecting disciples will also be the work of Sixth Junior Sister, so let Sixth Junior Sister choose first."

After a pause, Yu Nianyuan asked;

"Do you need me to go over and find her and explain the whole story first? It's not good to keep it a secret forever..."

"no need."

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly interrupted, reacting calmly and surprisingly without any anger. She seemed to understand the Fifth Junior Sister's temperament very well:

"Fifth Junior Sister is a steady person. It's reassuring to have her at the water prison. She used to be the one guarding it with a sword. She knows the importance of the water prison best. Since she said she couldn't leave because of something, it must be true. At least it's more important than coming here tonight. You don't need to bother her."

Yu Nianyuan said with a somewhat helpless tone:

"But I just said that I was calling them here to participate in the routine selection ceremony of the new Yue women and to jointly open the Yangxin Palace... I didn't mention your incident, Senior Sister."

"No! That's not necessary, let's just leave it at that."

Xue Zhongzhu's tone was somewhat decisive:
"Since she's not here, don't let her know for now. Sixth Junior Sister is here. You can just preside over the ceremony for the new Yue woman for now. Go and tell Sixth Junior Sister what happened later... Just give her a general idea, and don't go into too much detail. Just say... just say that I lost my sword by mistake, that's all."

Her final words were a little soft, like a whisper.

After hearing this, Yu Nianyuan was speechless.

The eldest sister is still so concerned about her reputation that she won't lower her head even a little.

As the chief female monarch of their generation's Palace of Female Monarchs, after the departure of the master and before Yuanjun returned to the throne, the eldest sister was like the patriarch of a southern clan, and she took the lead in all matters.

Sometimes, face is naturally more important than substance.

Especially for someone like Xue Zhongzhu, who is proud to the core and would rather die than surrender, he cares more about his image in front of his fellow apprentice sisters.

Yu Nianyuan reminded quietly:
"But, Senior Sister, the matter of your natal sword is still very important. It is related to your future cultivation of the Great Dao. It is of vital importance. If we gather more people and have a Fifth Junior Sister to help us, we can at least have a better chance of winning. Moreover, Fifth Junior Sister's swordsmanship is special. She may be able to make the final decision. Senior Sister, are you sure you don't want it..."

"I told you, no need. When did Second Junior Sister start nagging like this? Do you think I'm your junior?"

A somewhat depressed voice of a certain blonde lady was heard in the courtyard.

Yu Nianyuan's words disappeared.

"In fact, I am not deliberately being careless. Regardless of whether the absence of the fifth junior sister is a big deal or not, it is fate and destiny. At least tonight, at this moment, the absence of the fifth junior sister is in accordance with some kind of destiny..."

Yu Nianyuan seemed to be stunned as well and did not speak immediately.

The voice of the candle in the snow continued to drift:

"This is also a truth that I have gradually realized while I have been in seclusion recently and recalling the Jiangzhou Buddha incident during my spare time... Especially when I saw that the man destroyed the Buddha he had built with his own hands, suppressed his former accomplices in the court, and pointed his spearhead at the false emperor Wei Zhao... In the end, he helped us.

"If you say that there is no providence in this matter, I don't believe it. The same is true for Xiao Qi's matter. In fact, it is just a matter of fate. It cannot be forced..."

Yu Nianyuan, who was waiting in the courtyard, rarely heard the tone of this decisive and ruthless senior sister with a hint of melancholy:

"In fact, I didn't believe this truth at all before. My master told me this earlier, and Wu Daozi and an old monk also told me this later. But I just didn't believe it at that time. I only wanted to keep my eyes on the front and didn't want to look at the sentient beings behind me. I just held the sword alone, cut through the thorns and moved forward without looking back, until I met that little thief..."

Yu Nianyuan suddenly interrupted:
"But Senior Sister, have you ever thought that this state is actually the root of your ability to break through several realms and enter the top-grade sword cultivation without any obstacles? This state of mind of great freedom is the sharpest sword of a sword cultivator, sharper than the sword in your hand or the mythical cauldron sword, and should be maintained."

Xue Zhongzhu was not angry at all, and said calmly:

"Second Junior Sister is right, that's true, but I still lost my Zhishuang. I lost it twice. The first time I lost it, I became more and more courageous. But now that I lost it for the second time, I still feel so helpless. It's even more terrifying than my worst nightmare."

Yu Nianyuan was puzzled:
"Big sister, tell me carefully, what happened that day?"

The candle in the snow seemed to shake its head:
"It's not important. What's important is that now that the sword in my hand is gone, the sharpest 'sword' in my heart will naturally disappear along with it. At least it has disappeared at this moment. This is also the reason why my cultivation has stagnated..."

She was not annoyed at all, but chuckled:
"Now that I have lost the sword that split the difficult road ahead, I might as well stop and look around, and look back at the road I came from. Isn't this also a precious experience?

"I even have a feeling that this level is not just a simple accidental loss of the sword, but a necessary path to enter the legendary Shenzhou Heaven Realm. It must be experienced, or completed...

"Looking at it this way, it seems that I should thank that little thief, hehe..."

Xue Zhongzhu's tone was complicated, as if it contained an unyielding hatred, but it was also mixed with some other indescribable emotions.

Yu Nianyuan, who was listening in, couldn't figure it out either.

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly changed the subject and his tone seemed to lighten:
"I have stopped for a long time. Looking back, I have realized many things, good or bad. In fact, everything is determined by fate. If you are aware of it, you should not be stubborn and go against it, but go with the flow and do not worry about breaking the rules. In this way, the cultivator will have fewer troubles and even go smoothly...

"So, for tonight's matter, if Fifth Junior Sister didn't come, then she didn't come. We won't wait any longer. It's just the three of us."

"Ah."

There was a sound of a door being pushed open in the yard, and Xue Zhongzhu walked out of the house and met Yu Nianyuan in the yard.

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly reminded:
"Also, Second Junior Sister, when you talk to Sixth Junior Sister later..."

Yu Nianyuan was very kind, he seemed to stop and wait patiently:

"Well, what happened?"

"Forget it, it's nothing."

The candle in the snow walked forward without looking back, as if shaking its head.

Yu Nianyuan, who was walking behind, suddenly added:
"Don't worry, I won't tell her too much, nor will I tell her the identity and name of that person. Otherwise, the whole Jianze will know about Sixth Junior Sister's gossip..."

"Uh-huh."

The candle in the snow, who was walking in front, suddenly asked:

"Do you think he knows that Zhishuang is as deeply bound to my mind and sword intent as her name suggests? Last time, he seemed to have investigated Zhishuang and discovered my vital points."

Yu Nianyuan thought for a moment:

"Perhaps he thought that the sword had its own spirituality, similar to the mythical Ding Sword, and he didn't know that we could use it to get through... In any case, even if we were prepared, it's so late, and so much time has passed. Unless he keeps an eye on it all the time, there will always be times when he misses something. Even just a few breaths is enough for our sword intent to be reflected over and he will be able to set up a plan."

Xue Zhongzhu's tone was somewhat inexplicable, as if he was gnashing his teeth, but also as if he was expecting something:
"hope so."

Yu Nianyuan collected his thoughts and said something casually:
"Next time, Senior Sister, don't be so deeply bound to your natal sword. You and I will rise and fall together, like a perfect match... what needs to be separated should be separated, and what needs to be set up should be set up... This way, even if your natal sword is lost, you can avoid any ties."

She shook her head and sighed:
"Although what Senior Sister did is more pure in the way of swordsmanship, like the swordsmen of the pre-Qin period, their killing power and cultivation will be more beneficial...but if the life sword falls into the hands of someone else, who is also knowledgeable, then it will be troublesome. It is easy for the other party to influence their mind and put them in a very passive position...It is like handing the key to your house to someone else.
"Although we can use this to get through, the other party can also come over and come and go freely."

"I understand."

In front, Xue Zhongzhu seemed to be walking faster, going down the mountain.

The waist-length golden hair was like bright fireworks in the dark sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

The voice at a certain moment is like the fireworks in Yangzhou in March that suddenly bloom and bloom for a short time:
"Let's go to the Yangxin Palace tonight and let that person heal his mind."

……

Sudden attack?

Inside the room, Ouyang Rong watched the snow-white sword energy spreading.

On the drawing, the Kuixing Talisman is vaguely visible.

Like a crumbling star.

No, the Peach Blossom Spring Picture can’t hold up anymore.

Ouyang Rong frowned suddenly.

The hand stretched out like a painting, sinking into the paper. It was like entering a pool of ink, and the fingers were dyed into pure black and white.

He grabbed a snow-white sword in the landscape painting.

It was it that was pouring out the sword energy, like a girl who suddenly became naughty and capricious.

Ouyang Rong infused spiritual energy as soon as possible.

If there is not enough spiritual energy in Dantian, then use purple mist of merit.

Both are instilled for free.

The snow-white sword was faintly suppressed.

The Peach Blossom Spring painting was faintly stable.

The snow-white sword energy gradually diminished.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the next moment, Ouyang Rong felt that in addition to the snow-white sword energy, there were two other unfamiliar sword intentions coming from nowhere!

One of the sword intentions ignored all spiritual barriers and attacked Ouyang Rong in the face.

The other sword intent was extremely strange. It actually absorbed Ouyang Rong's spiritual energy and the purple mist of merit, devoured it, and strengthened itself. Suddenly, a green sword energy that was as powerful as the snow-white sword energy appeared, and swept over together with the snow-white sword energy.

For a time, Ouyang Rong was troubled both internally and externally.

But the next moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly let go, cutting off the supply of all spiritual energy and purple mist.

He allowed the three sword energies to attack his face.

The owners of the three sword energies seemed to be stunned for a moment, but without hesitation, they pierced through the head of the dull young man.

Ouyang Rong remained seated, motionless.

Inside the dark hut.

There was a young man covered in golden light.

He bit his finger, used the bright red blood, and lowered his head to draw talismans.

The results of my hard work in practicing talismans these days showed up whenever I had time. A Kuixing talisman took shape quickly and was completed in one go.

At the moment when the three breaths were about to end, he avoided Ouyang Rong who had the greatest momentum and reached his palm into the painting again.

Holding the snow-white sword.

The next moment, a sky-blue sword shadow that had been hidden in the painting for a long time fell down.

He defeated the three different sword energies one by one, like a sickle cutting wheat, harvesting them one by one.

The snow-white sword energy, the blue-green sword energy, and the transparent sword energy with a few dark lines, the strongest momentum had passed within those precious three breaths.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

At this moment, they were exhausted and were projected through the air by [Hanshi] who was at the main field of the fake Dingjian in the Peach Blossom Spring map, and all of them retreated.

The merit in Ouyang Rong's merit tower was about to run out, but he finally managed to repel these three.

He did not relax and instead pressed on to win.

At this moment in the picture, the black and white sky has been completely dyed into sky blue.

Under the blue sky, an upside-down sword fell like a meteor, just like the sun, drawing a dazzling rainbow in the ink painting... The snow-white sword rushed straight into the "mountains and rivers"!
The white rainbow piercing the sun poured into the snow-white sword!
Ouyang Rong's face was firm, and he clenched his fists tighter, and the Kuixing Talisman faintly flowed on the back of his hands.

[Han Shi] projected and projected again into the distance.

These three sword intentions can reach here with the help of the snow-white sword.

Then he can also reach where they are.

This time Ouyang Rong must ask for an explanation, but he is also prepared to retreat immediately if his attack fails. Otherwise, after the purple mist of merit and spiritual energy are exhausted, his fate will be the same as the defeat of the three sword energy masters, including Xue Zhongzhu.

But before the cautious Ouyang Rong could react, the sky-blue sword intent went to the other side and was like falling into a quagmire.

The next moment, the three sword intentions disappeared completely.

Ouyang Rong's eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, he found that the surroundings were not the familiar dark room.

Instead, it was a place filled with white fog, with visibility less than ten feet.

The sky and earth around me are so high and low that I don’t know how high or low they are.

The good news is that the sky-blue sword shadow followed and hung quietly above Ouyang Rong's head.

Three feet above my head, there is a tripod sword hanging upside down.

Ouyang Rong raised his head, looked at the projection of [Han Shi] who was lost with it for a while, and suddenly reached out to touch it.

His face was slightly stunned.

Ouyang Rong touched [Han Shi].

The slender sword body, like iron or glass, gave his fingers a warm and tingling feeling.

As soft and concave as sand.

Ouyang Rong's eyes were slightly dazed, and he suddenly remembered that when he was a teenager in his previous life, he accidentally touched the smooth calf of a girl next to him while stretching in the sun on a beach.

The touch... seems to be exactly the same.

Don't ask him why he remembers.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and looked around.

No, unless this is the Peach Blossom Spring, it is impossible for [Han Shi] to appear here.

And would the true form of [Han Shi] really feel like this?
[Hanshi] is a famous scholar who lives in seclusion and is noble.

It's not like [craftsmanship], where I wish the color and energy were also energy.

Ouyang Rong suddenly woke up and a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes.

Then there is only one possibility.

He was actually still on the bed in the dark room.

He also projected here, just like the projection of [Han Shi].

So if we use Buddhist theory to explain it:
The person didn't move, but the heart was moved.

The person is not here, but the heart is.

At this moment, he felt a slight cool touch under his feet. Ouyang Rong slowly lowered his head and looked carefully at his feet.

It was a tough and solid diamond-shaped marble floor tile. After walking a few steps, I found that the floor was of this type all around:
The diamond-shaped floor tiles are embedded in each other, making the eyes a little dizzy.

Like... a temple?

(End of this chapter)