Xiuxian Work Log

Hua Xiangrong never thought that he had any future.

If he were in the Mercy Temple, he might have the chance to become one of the temple's elders.

The elder brothers in Cibei Temple always said that he was a person with a connection to Buddha.

What kind of person should have a connection with Buddha?

He had also seen the Living Buddha of Cibei Temple, a practitioner who was truly like Buddha, without sadness, joy, desire or demand, as if there was nothing in the world that he cared about.

He is different, he cares about too many things.

Mother, Zishen, Qingyue... and Hua Cixi, he couldn't give up any of them, so he didn't know what to do.

I really don’t know how they think he has a connection with Buddha.

If he were a Buddha, he would also hate people like him and stay away from them.

After all, no matter how he tries to win back the relationship, he will always be seen as a selfish villain in the eyes of others.

He used to feel that since his mother was gone, the only important person left to him was Hua Cixi.

But later I found out that it was not true. Hua Cixi did everything he could to resurrect my mother.

What about all the living things that you cared about before.

Just telling his mother.

Killing innocent monsters and creatures, imprisoning their souls, practicing forbidden techniques to reverse common sense. Fortunately, Zi Shen allowed Qing Yue to take Qing Jing away.

otherwise……

Even he couldn't forgive himself.

Her consciousness gradually fell into darkness, and the salivating sounds around her were getting closer and closer. Hua Xiangrong's heart was broken, and she lay alone on the ground.

The bright moon had been broken into two, and it struggled to stand up and hang in the air facing the monster.

"Mingyue, come back."

Today should be the day of his death. Mingyue is the spirit sword and now it can find a new master after breaking the contract with him.

There's no need to follow a dying man like him.

Mingyue didn't move, and the wolf demon hesitated and didn't dare to move forward.

"You go."

Hua Xiangrong touched the contract with the Mingyue Sword with a gentle look in her eyes.

"Even if I'm not killed by this wolf demon today, I won't survive more than seven days."

"I have already released the contract. You can find another master from now on. Don't seek revenge on Wu Jianxian for me. He deserves to do this because I harmed Zishen. I would do the same if I were him."

He didn't hate Wu Kun. He was very happy that Zishen had a master who cared about him very much.

Even if he was controlled by Hua Cixi, he would hurt Yang Zishen again and again to snatch Qing Jing.

But hurt is hurt.

Both he and Hua Cixi have their responsibilities.

It’s just that he really envied Zishen.

He had so many people who cared about him living in the world, but Hua Cixi died on the same day He Yun died.

Only a delusional puppet is left in the world.

He didn't resurrect her for his mother's sake.

He resurrected his mother for his own sake.

*

On the day when she was caught by the servant, Hua Xiangrong was surprised at the servant's solid cultivation, ruthless methods, and decisive actions.

He doesn't look like someone his age at all.

The servant asked him, "Why are you going against the master? I sense that the master cares deeply about you."

Do you care very much?

So concerned that he started infusing him with puppetry since he was five years old?

Even when Hua Xiangrong looked at the servant who had just captured him, there was no hatred in his eyes, which were still clear and bright.

Because he knew that the servant only attacked him under Hua Cixi's orders, he did not want to involve others in his hatred.

Others may be innocent, but Hua Cixi can never be innocent.

"He doesn't care about me like you think he does. He only cares about himself. The lives of others have nothing to do with him, yet he has to pretend to be so arrogant. It really makes people feel sick just by looking at him."

"Young Master..." When the servant saw Hua Cixi hiding in the darkness, he shut his mouth and went away tactfully.

Hua Cixi has gentle eyebrows and eyes, with upturned corners.

"Is this how Xiangrong thinks of me? It really breaks my heart to hear that."

"So you can still be sad? I thought you were heartless. After all, you can resurrect a corpse with a clear conscience. You don't think you have a deep affection for my mother, do you?"

Hua Xiangrong approached Hua Cixi and met his calm gaze.

"Mother will just think you are disgusting her."

Hua Cixi's eyes remained unchanged. "So what? As long as she can come back, I'm willing to do anything. I once thought about returning to dust with her, but——"

"If I die too! Then no one will remember her! As long as I'm alive! I will fight for every opportunity to get her back!"

"As long as she comes back, we can be reunited as a family of three!"

Hua Xiangrong broke Hua Cixi's fantasy, "She's dead, she can't come back."

He thought of Hua Cixi again. He couldn't help but think of him. Hate is always deeper than love.

……

The bright moon moved.

Hua Xiangrong breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can open it if you want—"

With a "clang" sound, the wolf demon split into two.

The bright moon came out of the wolf demon's body, and the two halves that had just been forcibly combined separated, fell to the ground, and broke into pieces again.

"You... why are you doing this..."

It obviously doesn't have to go this far, and he doesn't need it to pay so much for him.

A faint sound of sword rang out, as if responding to Hua Xiangrong.

Hua Xiangrong struggled to get up, the burning pain all over his body made his mind a mess.

"Moon..."

Hua Xiangrong held Mingyue in her arms and poured the blood from her heart onto the sword.

Mingyue let out a wailing sword sound, and his body recovered bit by bit until it was completely restored to its original state.

Hua Xiangrong felt the temperature of her body gradually getting colder and smiled faintly.

"You must be good, Mingyue, and find yourself a good master."

"Don't look for someone like me."

"Thank you for saving me at this time, but I should go find my mother."

Her mother's face seemed to gradually emerge in front of her eyes. Hua Xiangrong smiled with her eyes, shining as brightly as stars.

"My mother loves me very much, and I love her too."

"Now, I'm going to find her."

Hua Xiangrong's body turned into a corpse, and Mingyue sat there in a daze.

The monster next to it stared at Hua Xiangrong's body with greedy eyes, wishing it could swallow it into its stomach.

Mingyue killed the monsters that came forward one by one. There were more and more monsters, and they were as annoying as mosquitoes.

Mingyue swung his sword again and again, and blood fell on the tree trunk. The black bird in the sky hovered for a long time, waiting for the outcome of the battle between the two sides.

The big green eyes looked brightly at the corpse behind Mingyue, and then swooped down towards Hua Xiangrong's corpse.

The sword with saber teeth beheaded the black bird, deterring other birds and beasts that wanted to pounce on it.

The next moment, thousands of sword lights slashed towards the monster, the grass and trees withered, and corpses were everywhere.

There was only a sword lying across the center, with a young seedling pierced by the tip of the sword, exuding vitality and power, green and fresh.

Mingyue looked at Lan'an and understood its meaning in an instant. He flew into the sky and set up a sword formation to cover this part of the world.

Lan'an placed the young seedling with its roots into Hua Xiangrong's chest, and a trace of sword intent merged into his body.

*

Wu Kun looked at the dying Yang Zishen with indifferent eyes.

"Is the way of the sword such a joke to you? Why don't you use that sword?"

Yang Zishen didn't say anything and turned his head away without looking at Wu Kun.

"I know when to use the sword."

Wu Kun's face was gloomy. "Where has your swordsmanship gone?! Are friends more important than your swordsmanship?! What qualifications do you have to forgive a demon cultivator who hurt you on behalf of your parents and master?"

Yang Zishen smiled weakly.

"My sword must be used for the sake of fairness. Master, this is my sword path."