A small pond, planted with purple nectarines.
The petals are purple with a hint of gold, so gorgeous.
At the bottom of the pond, a small fish was swaying.
Although the fish is small, its scales are more dazzling than those of the purple lotus. It is shining with golden light, which makes people feel happy and wealthy when they look at it.
Lu Qingshan stared at the little golden fish.
As if noticing Lu Qingshan's gaze, the golden fish suddenly jumped upwards, trying to jump out of the pond and into the wider sky.
But there seemed to be some invisible resistance, which knocked the golden fish back into the pond again and again.
The golden fish tried tirelessly, and Lu Qingshan waited eagerly.
As we waited, a breeze blew by, blowing up the lotus leaves. Then the breeze grew stronger and stronger, stirring up the entire pond into chaos.
How can a golden scale be kept in a pond?
Taking advantage of the wind, the golden fish jumped out again without hesitation.
But before Lu Qingshan could see the final outcome, the next moment, everything shattered like bubbles.
Like dreaming and waking, in a trance.
"You're awake." A soft voice came from not far away, suddenly waking Lu Qingshan up.
Where are the golden scales, where are the winds and clouds?
Lu Qingshan raised his head.
Xia Daoyun was also sitting cross-legged not far away, her pair of clear and cold eyes looking at him quietly, without much strange expression on her face, her three thousand strands of black hair falling to her slender waist like a waterfall.
For some reason, Lu Qingshan felt his throat was a little dry.
"How long has it been?" he swallowed and asked.
After choosing to rest temporarily in the cave, Lu Qingshan did not dare to delay his injury any longer. He used the vitality given by the Immortal Whale to recuperate quietly. He sat down and did not come back to his senses until this moment.
Looking inside his body, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Although he still felt empty, at least his meridians had begun to heal, which was a good sign.
"Two days." Xia Daoyun replied in a light and soft voice.
Lu Qingshan looked at Xia Daoyun with some surprise.
Even he had never seen the latter with such a gentle gesture like water.
"How much have your injuries recovered?" Xia Daoyun turned his head slightly, "ignoring" Lu Qingshan's slightly surprised look, and asked softly .
Hearing this, Lu Qingshan finally came back to his senses. He felt his empty body and shook his head, saying, "I can only move on my own with difficulty."
Although the vitality bestowed by the Longevity Whale was miraculous, his injuries were too severe. It was a miracle that he could recover to this point in just two days.
"What about you?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"It won't affect my sword." Xia Daoyun said concisely.
"Good news," Lu Qingshan pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Perhaps, we don't have to go to the Burning Moon Territory to return to the Human Territory."
"Huh?" Xia Daoyun was puzzled.
"We can take a detour." Lu Qingshan smiled and a scroll appeared in his hand.
In the painting, a dry and yellow river runs through the landscape, shrouded in mist.
Huangquan Fengshui Map.
The magical power of crossing the world.
The ability to cross the boundary of the Huangquan Fengshui Map was originally the last escape route reserved by Lu Qingshan. After performing the Full Moon Slash and killing Luo Qiantuo, he would quickly use the Huangquan Fengshui Map to escape to the Huangquan Realm to avoid disaster.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes. The incarnation of Luohou suddenly appeared and almost killed Lu Qingshan, leaving him no chance to use his magical powers to cross the world.
Fortunately, Xia Daoyuan arrived soon after and reached the Sword Fairyland not long ago, so he and Lu Qingshan managed to escape.
However, precisely because Xia Daoyun successfully advanced to the realm of Sword Immortal, the retreat route reserved by Lu Qingshan was no longer feasible.
Although the ability to cross boundaries is powerful, it has many limitations.
For example, once there is a being whose cultivation level is extremely different from that of the caster among the objects of the crossing, the crossing technique will hardly be effective.
Is there a big difference between the sword skills of a sword immortal and a sword master in the tribulation realm?
One is the eighth realm and the other is the ninth realm, so they are naturally extremely huge.
Cross the border, but cannot cross Xia Daoyun.
Well... this was Lu Qingshan’s initial thought.
It was not until just now that he suddenly realized that he had been influenced by habitual thinking and had gotten stuck in a dead end.
The Huangquan Fengshui Map is a Huangquan magical tool, not a natal sword.
Since it is not the natal sword, it means that it has no real owner.
Lu Qingshan can use it...Xia Daoyun can naturally use it too.
He couldn't save Xia Daoyun.
But Xia Daoyuan was able to save him.
Although I really want to be picky and nitpick, the fact that your cultivation is much weaker than mine should also be considered as a huge difference in cultivation.
But generally speaking, this huge difference in cultivation level is all one-way - if you really want to study the text description of the magic weapon in detail, it is written by the planner. In most cases, it can be understood according to normal circumstances, and there is no need to demand 100% rigor.
"...This is how I went back when I came to the abyss." Lu Qingshan explained.
"In other words, as long as we want, we can leave the Demon Realm at any time now?" Xia Daoyun confirmed again.
Lu Qingshan nodded, and then suddenly realized what Xia Daoyun meant.
"What do you want to do?" There was an unspoken understanding between the two of them since some time ago.
"Master Lu has achieved great results in this trip to the abyss. As a sword immortal, I can't go here in vain and return with injuries, right?"
At this moment, Xia Daoyun regained the unique killing and decisiveness of the Sword Master.
Now that we are here... this sentence should not be used in this way. Lu Qingshan chewed on Xia Daoyun's reasons and laughed in his heart .
There was no way Lu Qingshan would not support Xia Daoyun's idea, even though he knew it was risky.
"If you really want to take action, you will definitely not be interested in ordinary targets. I know a good place." He thought for a moment and spoke.
After all, he was half an expert in the abyss and was much more familiar with it than Xia Daoyun.
"A good place?" Xia Daoyun was curious.
Lu Qingshan slowly uttered a place name, then picked a hairpin from a mustard seed and used his fingers to comb his hair.
Ready to go.
His hair had been messy for so many days, and only now did he finally have the time and energy to tidy it up.
"Let me do it." Seeing Lu Qingshan's casual movements, Xia Daoyun said very naturally. She stood up and moved to sit next to Lu Qingshan, holding his hair with one hand and taking the hairpin with the other.
She stretched out her fingers and carefully combed Lu Qingshan's hair. Her fingertips moved down along the frosty white hair, and finally gently stroked the graying temples.
An inexplicable .
The man in front of him was the youngest Taoist master in the history of the human race and the youngest cultivator at the eighth level, but he had a head of white hair that was totally inconsistent with his age.
Thinking of this, Xia Daoyun's fingers trembled slightly. Although it was only for a moment, she quickly continued to help him with his hair without making a sound. However, Lu Qingshan noticed all the subtle changes in Xia Daoyun's emotions.
But he could only laugh it off.
Lu Qingshan was naturally aware of the changes in his hair, but these days he had remained calm and unconcerned.
Black hair turns white, which is the sequelae of extracting 30% of the life essence in an instant.
The vitality bestowed by the Immortal Whale can quickly heal his injuries, but it cannot make up for the lost 30% of his life force.
So, this white hair probably can’t turn back to black.
Lu Qingshan didn't care.
It's just the color of the hair. In his world, there are many young people who deliberately dye their hair white.
Although this world is not so open, having gray hair at a young age would just look a little weird at best, but it is not considered a heresy.
Besides, considering Lu Qingshan's appearance, even with white hair he doesn't seem to look weird. Instead, he has a unique temperament and looks very good.
Of course, the first half of the sentence is Lu Qingshan’s self-mockery, and the content after the second half is not Lu Qingshan’s self-evaluation, but Xia Daoyun’s opinion.
…
After Xia Daoyun tied her hair and put on the hairpin, Lu Qingshan slowly stood up, then turned around and looked directly into the latter's clear eyes with an extremely warm gaze.
The latter didn't know why, she, who had always been fearless, was afraid to look directly into the former's gaze which seemed a little too hot.
"Dao Yun?" Lu Qingshan called out tentatively.
She hummed and said nothing.
But she no longer dodged his gaze and looked him in the face.
Lu Qingshan’s face was close at hand.
This man is a green mountain, the only green mountain besides the grass and trees.
She thought.
The two seemed to say nothing.
But it seems like he said everything.
Somehow, in this indescribable atmosphere, the usually aloof woman suddenly thought of the words that the female superior had "taught" her.
So, she took the initiative to step forward.
Feeling the sudden warmth and softness in his arms, Lu Qingshan, who was seeing this scene for the first time, was stunned for a moment, then became embarrassed, and for a moment he didn't know where to put his hands.
After being stiff for a while, he finally came to his senses and gently put his arms around the latter's waist.
Then, after a moment's pause, his hands slid down quietly and almost instinctively, and finally pinched it as if it was a natural thing.
This is an innate ability of men and does not need to be taught.
After mentally admiring the warmth and indescribable feel of the tentacles, he belatedly realized what he had done and his whole body froze.
Xia Daoyun was very tall, so even in this posture, Lu Qingshan only had to lower his eyelids slightly to meet the eyes of the cold woman.
She didn't say anything either, just stared at him quietly with her eyes wide open.