Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

Perhaps it is due to the terrain. Although it is July now, the temperature here is much colder than outside, and many people are wearing thick fur coats.

Lu Zhiqiu did not join the crowd.

She flew to a nearby high peak, looked around, and soon found a small bridge over the stream. There was a grave and a wooden house beside the bridge.

Arrive in front of the cabin.

Lu Zhiqiu saw a lot of words carved on the walls and pillars.

Although the writing was messy and some of the words were even in reverse order, Lu Zhiqiu could still recognize that these were probably words carved by Guan Qiuyun's disciple when he was guarding the tomb later out of longing.

His words were full of regret and remembrance.

Lu Zhiqiu touched his nose and looked around again.

There are many plum blossoms planted here.

And perhaps because this place is in a deep valley with a cold climate, it is actually blooming shallowly.

Lu Zhiqiu suspected that this area was deliberately transformed by his disciple.

She could feel traces of knife and axe carving on the nearby stone wall.

Tsk tsk.

Mei Tong regrets.

The plum blossoms bloom forever, and the regrets never end.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiqiu's mood became a little depressed.

She came to the stone tablet again.

【Master's Tomb】

Too concise.

There are no superfluous words at all.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the tomb has been preserved and has not been dug up by the endless stream of treasure hunters.

Stroking the stone tablet.

Lu Zhiqiu seemed to be able to see a woman running alone in the world, for one year, two years, ten years... just to find someone.

But fate played a trick on them, and they met three times in their remaining lives, each time with weapons.

But she still left a long sword ranked fourth on the weapons list to her apprentice.

"Senior Guan, love and sword, if it were you, what would you choose?"

Standing in front of the monument.

Lu Zhiqiu let the wind blow the hair in front of his forehead, which hit his face and made him feel itchy.

She recalled the final test of her conscience in the Jade Immortal Stone Wall, and the questions posed by the mysterious voice.

Sighed.

Lu Zhiqiu understood that this tomb and this wooden house had already given the answer from the predecessors.

She also gave her own answer.

Lu Zhiqiu suddenly looked at the stone bridge across the stream not far away.

Hundreds of years passed.

The stone bridge has long been eroded beyond recognition, with its piers covered with moss and black lines, but it still stands firm, welcoming the south and the north, and carrying passers-by.

You can even see a few seagulls occasionally flying out of the mountains and forests and stopping on the stone bridge.

Lu Zhiqiu's heart moved.

She patted the 120 Qin Guan swords behind her.

The sword had not yet been unsheathed, but the sword energy was already whistling, directly drawing winding streams of water from the river not far away, which continuously washed over the surrounding stone walls.

In front of Tiancang Ferry.

The people waiting for the boat saw the river surging upwards and forming a long bridge in the air. They couldn't help but feel curious and immediately followed the bridge over.

There are many experts among the crowd.

It was immediately apparent that it was the man in black in the distance who was using his innate energy to draw the water over.

"In this desolate place, I can actually see a martial arts legend. It is truly a great honor. I am Shen Xiong, a disciple of the Baopu School. May I know your name, senior?"

A scholar in blue asked respectfully with a fist clasped.

The Baopu School is one of the seven schools and the first among them.

People in the martial arts world speculate that there might be a true martial arts legend hidden in this sect, but he has always kept it hidden.

Lu Zhiqiu glanced at him and said nothing.

After the river water washed the surrounding stone walls clean, Lu Zhiqiu drew his sword and slowly carved words on the stone walls.

When the blue-clothed scholar Shen Xiong saw this, his heart tightened. He had already guessed about 70% of it.

Such a powerful sword intent, and an aura that is not like those from the Sword King Sect or the Tianshan Sect, can only be the mysterious swordsman Lu Mangmang who has recently become famous.

Judging from his posture, he seems to want to leave a message on the stone wall.

Shen Xiong watched Lu Zhiqiu swing his sword carefully.

Soon, twenty-eight words were carved on the stone wall. The silver hooks and iron strokes were vigorous and powerful, like dragons flying and phoenixes soaring, majestic and magnificent.

-

The clear waves have long damaged the stone bridge, and the seagulls fly back and forth, leaving only the bridge to sleep.

Because of my previous life, the moon is lonely and thin, and the cycle of life cannot be full.

-

Well.

Not only Shen Xiong, but everyone present was reading this quatrain carefully.

The poem is good poetry.

It’s just that… the sadness in it seems a little too heavy.

Shen Xiong thought about it and was about to muster up the courage to ask Senior Lu Mangmang for advice.

But when he looked around, there was no trace of his predecessor.

The person is long gone.

……

On the Tianshan Mountains.

A black shadow flashed by in the distance, and Lu Zhiqiu had already returned.

"Two elders, I'm grateful for Tianshan's care these days. However, I have important matters to attend to and cannot stay in Tianshan for long."

Yan Huikong was shocked and said:

"Are you leaving now?"

"I have thirty jars of the finest wines from all over the world in my cellar, and I'm ready to give it a try with you, the Honorary Supreme. Why don't you want to try some?"

Yan Huikong winked and tried to seduce her with wine.

But Lu Zhiqiu shook his head and laughed:

"If I have the chance in the future, I will come back to drink with you, senior."

Yan Huikong sighed upon hearing this and waved his hand.

"In that case, it's up to you."

"However, if there is any danger, you must remember to call us. Although we are old, our swords are still sharp."

"Especially, we have gained a lot from studying the 'Asking the Sword' that you copied over the past two days. I feel like I am full of passion now. Even if a human immortal were to confront me, I could still fight him off with a few moves."

He patted his chest and laughed heartily.

Elder Zhu also looked at Lu Zhiqiu with a determined look.

Lu Zhiqiu was somewhat moved and clasped his hands together.

Then he waved his hand and flew away from Tianshan.

Yan Huikong looked at Lu Zhiqiu's departing figure, his smile suddenly faded, and he murmured:

"Xiao Zhuzi, do you feel that Mr. Lu's temperament has changed?"

Elder Zhu was stunned:

"What's the difference?"

Yan Huikong said solemnly:

"It just feels like she gained a sharper spirit after visiting Senior Guan Qiuyun's grave."

"Perhaps, a sharp sword is about to be unsheathed."

Upon hearing this, Elder Zhu's expression gradually became serious.

Although his senior brother was not very reliable, he was definitely the world's leading expert in swordsmanship.

His evaluation of swordsmen was never wrong.

……

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, there is Yinbo Academy.

Lu Zhiqiu was just about to go to his room to pack his things.

But when the headmaster of the academy heard that she had returned, he ran over to show his courtesy as if he had seen his old mother.

Hmm, why does this situation look so familiar?

Last time at Shuguan Academy, she was pestered by the dean and wrote two poems for the tabloids.

Lu Zhiqiu put his hands on his hips and asked unhappily:

"Why, you've also been harassed by the tabloid reporters. Do you want to write poetry?"

The headmaster looked at Lu Zhiqiu in confusion, not understanding why he asked this question.

But he quickly said:

"That's not it. A girl from the capital came and asked to see you by name."

Lu Zhiqiu was stunned.

A girl from Beijing?

She is not a playboy and has never flirted with girls in Beijing.

She followed the headmaster to the reception room.

in the hall.

A familiar figure turned around, looked at her and said with a smile:

"It's been a long time since we last met, Sister Lu. Did you miss me?"

Chapter 42: Going to the capital together, the village

The woman from the capital in front of him was naturally Xu Xianxian.

Lu Zhiqiu was a little confused. He stared at her for a long time before he believed that it was really her who came over and not his hallucination.

I was surprised, but also a little confused: