I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 187: Controlling the Four Seasons and Becoming a Living Immortal God

The night is like thick ink, tightly wrapping Xuantianjing tonight.

The autumn night of the fourteenth day of the ninth lunar month was already a little chilly, but in the Anguo Mansion, under the Chitian Tower, perhaps because there was no moonlight, there was an even more eerie atmosphere.

The faintly visible building stands here, towering high.

The surface of the pond downstairs was as calm as a black mirror, without a single ripple.

In the sixteen-story Chitian Tower, a few dim lights can be vaguely seen.

Wei Lingyu had pale eyes as she sat in the first floor pavilion of the Chitian Tower. The clothes she wore today were not the usual bright red, but grayish white.

She stared at her arm with dead eyes.

The arm was broken at the wrist, and there was no hand.

She looked for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking of. Her originally dead eyes suddenly showed a look of rage. The overflowing murderous intent made the candlelight beside her flicker, and even turned into a gloomy cold wind, blowing out of the pavilion and stirring the pool water.

The Anguo Mansion has powerful means to reach the sky.

She had lost one of her hands, and the palace had already issued an order to search for a precious medicine that could regenerate the severed limb in Dayu. They also sought a great alchemist throughout the country to refine an elixir that could reconstruct the limbs.

Heaven and earth have their own laws.

Even if the cultivators in the world have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, if they do not have good fortune, they are ultimately just ordinary people. Relying solely on cultivation, unless they temper their bodies and make their bodies as strong as real dragons, they are still a long way from regenerating severed limbs.

Only when one reaches the realm of creation can one's spirit be immortal and be reborn with a drop of blood, and be called a true immortal god on earth.

but……

To cultivate to the realm of creation is many times more difficult than to find the medicinal herbs to regenerate severed limbs.

It has been several days since Wei Lingyu's hand was cut off, but the Anguo Mansion, which has always been well-connected, has yet to find this medicinal herb.

This made Wei Lingyu upset.

When she saw the severed hand, the gloominess in her eyes deepened.

She sat in the Chitian Tower for two hours, thinking of Chen Zhian from time to time, but there was no hatred in her eyes, but instead a bit of fear.

Wei Lingyu clearly remembered that punch and that bolt of lightning.

If it weren't for the treasure on her body and if it weren't for her brother's help, she would have died at the hands of Chen Zhian long ago.

Chen Zhian, really dare to kill him...

Wei Lingyu has lived in the Anguo Mansion since she was a child. As far as she can remember, she has been a true noble in Xuantianjing.

She is freer than those princes and princesses, and her power is more powerful than those princes and princesses.

She had never suffered such a great loss, nor had she ever encountered such a clear and decisive murderous intention.

So at this moment, when Wei Lingyu thought of Chen Zhian, fear replaced murderous intent and rage, and she even felt a little regretful...

Why do I have to make things difficult for Chen Zhian?

She thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

There were still waves of pain from the broken arm.

Wei Lingyu took a deep breath and looked at his broken arm with increasing disgust, his eyes gradually becoming more and more crazy...

There are methods in this world that can regenerate severed limbs.

So what if it is an evil method?
She sat cross-legged and practiced martial arts. The flesh and blood on her broken arm began to twist like tentacles.

Wei Lingyu practiced for a long time, finally opened his eyes and licked his lips.

She is hungry.

It is also the Chitian Tower.

On the fifth floor, Wei Liyang's hands were stained with blood, and he was holding a piece of soft and thin skin in his hands, examining it carefully.

He looked at the leather for a long time in the candlelight to make sure there was no flaw. Then he smiled and soaked the leather in clean water again.

In this luxurious building where he is.

In addition to this piece of skin, there are still many pieces of skin hanging in the shade.

I don’t know what these skins are made of. Some are bloody and some still have some meat and fat left on them that have not been cleaned off.

Some of the skins have been dehaired and limed, or delimed, softened, and acid-tanned, giving them a lustrous look.

Wei Liyang tapped the leathers lightly, but suddenly thought of his wife. His originally pale and smiling face gradually turned cold.

He stretched out a hand, gently brushed over a few skins, and saw the empty space where the skins were drying.

Immediately, there was some madness in his eyes.

There is just enough space here to make two pieces of leather.

Wei Liyang thought of his wife and the young genius he had met not long ago.

When he thought of this, greed almost overflowed in his eyes, and he could no longer look at the skins in front of him.

The sixteenth floor of the Chitian Tower is high enough to overlook the entire Xuantian Capital.

In the flickering lights.

Duke Anguo, dressed in black, glanced at the lights on the first and fifth floors of Chitian Tower.

Wei Lingyu lost his hand and practiced evil methods.

Wei Liyang dried the skin on the whole floor.

But there was no trace of anger in Duke Anguo's eyes.

There was even a hint of satisfaction on his face, and then he turned around and looked at the many small sculptures in front of the table.

There, a sculpture of a severed hand had turned pure black.

The other sculpture was originally pure white, but now it was covered in mud and smelled foul.

Duke Anguo placed the two sculptures.

Then he picked up two more sculptures.

The two sculptures are named Chen Zhi'an and Cheng Shangling respectively.

Duke Anguo seemed to be much more careful with these two sculptures, and even carefully wiped the dust off the sculptures with his sleeves.

Also on this table, there is a sandalwood box in front of it.

The aroma of elixir permeates the sandalwood box, carrying a natural fragrance.

There is no need to think too much, the elixir inside must be very precious.

This box contains elixirs that can regenerate severed limbs.

Duke Anguo wiped the two sculptures and carefully placed them on the crime scene. He caught a glimpse of the pill out of the corner of his eye.

But he waved his sleeves and swept the elixir into his soul.

It was as if Wei Lingyu didn't need this pill.

In these sixteen floors of Chitian Tower, some people are practicing evil methods, and some are making leather.

There is also a person who claims to be a living immortal god and wants to take away the opportunities of all the geniuses in the world.

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Chen Shuijun was sitting cross-legged under the rockery with two swords placed on his knees.

Chen Zhian leaned his head forward and looked at the two swords with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Chen Shuijun caught a glimpse of Chen Zhian's eyes and smiled: "These swords are a little special and are of no use to you.

Maybe... after I die, these two swords will return to normal and you will be able to use them.

Until then, I will leave both swords to you."

"Puh, puh, puh!" Chen Zhian said, "These words are really unlucky, it's better to say less."

Chen Shuijun nodded slightly and picked up another sword in his hand besides Huang Que Feng.

The blade of this sword is sharp, and under the autumn sun, it emits a unique glow.

"This is a sword given to me by a good friend of mine, whom you have met before."

Chen Shuijun stroked the hilt of the sword and said, "I call it [Autumn Storage], which means the white storage in autumn."

As he spoke, a mysterious sword intent burst out from the sword, but it disappeared in an instant.

Chen Zhian didn't notice that the leaves of the sycamore tree behind him seemed to have turned even yellower.

"Qiu Zang...what a good name." Chen Zhian flattered his father: "The top scholar in the fourth year of Dazhi is indeed a real talent."

Chen Shuijun showed a smile on his face, put down Qiu Zang, and picked up Huang Que Feng.

"This sword is no longer called Yellow Bird Wind, which is not in line with my sword spirit... I plan to change its name."

Chen Zhian raised his eyebrows.

Huang Que Feng is the nineteenth most famous sword in the world. The sword has its own spirit, and its name cannot be changed by the sword holder at will.

But unexpectedly, a ray of light suddenly flashed on the Huangquefeng sword. Chen Zhian keenly noticed that Huangquefeng seemed to be happy about Chen Shuijun's decision.

"The wind blows in May, and it blows in June. This Yellow Bird Wind is the sword of midsummer. What do you think of the name of this sword?"

Chen Shuijun asked Chen Zhian.

Chen Zhian said casually: "Since it is the Summer Sword, let's keep it simple and call it [Zhu Xia]."

Chen Shuijun nodded immediately: "Just call me [Zhu Xia]."

He picked up a piece of white cloth in his hand, wiped the sword carefully, flicked the sword blade, and said softly: "From now on, you are no longer Huang Que Feng, but Zhu Xia."

laugh……

A quite clear voice was heard, and a few wisps of sword energy drifted away.

Chen Zhian knew that the sword liked this name.

So Chen Zhian also felt a sense of accomplishment.

After all, there are not many people in this world who can name the famous swords handed down from generation to generation.

"Zhu Xia, Qiu Zang..." Chen Zhian was so proud that he thought of something else and asked Chen Shuijun, "The names of these two swords seem to be related to the four seasons?"

"So, will there be two swords, Spring and Winter?"

Chen Shuijun gently tossed the two long swords in his hands, and the two long swords were sheathed.

A storm arose in the void.

He thought for a moment, nodded and said, "The Winter Sword already exists, and as for the Spring Sword... it should exist."

A few more days.

Time quietly came to September 19th, and there were only a few days left before the wedding of the Si and Li families.

In just a few days, there was no peace in Xuantian Capital.

Many soldiers came from the Chu family in the South China Sea, patrolling back and forth between Xuantianjing and Qijingshan.

Needless to say.

They were looking for the Taibai Tower and the trace of that amazing general.

In addition to the Chu family of Nanhai, the head of the Xie family also came to Xuantianjing for some reason, but he did not stay in the Xie family villa, but lived in a manor at the foot of Xiuba Mountain.

As the wedding date approaches, Chen Zhian is still a little nervous.

He told Chen Shuijun that Si Yuanyan was in seclusion, and wanted to persuade his father to take the opportunity to take his mother away.

But Chen Shuijun always shook her head and said it was not the right time.

Therefore, Chen Zhian suppressed his anxiety and practiced peacefully.

It’s also September 19th.

Eighteen years later, Li Yinxi finally planted a pear tree in the Hongdou Courtyard.

The red beans in the yard are almost in full bloom, with only a few branches left.

Her hands were covered in mud, but she felt that if this pear tree bloomed, it would have a strong fragrance that would cover up the sandalwood scent of the Li Mansion.

At this moment, Chen Shuijun slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. He spread out his palms, and a few snowflakes appeared on his hands.

The snowflakes hung in the air and did not melt even in the autumn sun.

Chen Shuijun threw the snowflakes lightly, and they flew away.

He stood up and followed the snowflakes out of the yard, out of the East City, and to the South City.

In a restaurant in South City, Xie Wujiu was sitting cross-legged drinking. He looked around and saw Chen Shuijun walking on Dangyang Street.

There was a hint of surprise in Xie Wujiu's eyes.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then called the restaurant owner and whispered a few words to him.

The shopkeeper hurried downstairs and went to the front of the restaurant in person to greet and talk to Chen Shuijun.

Chen Shuijun looked up and saw Xie Wujiu holding a wine glass in his hand, looking down at him.

In addition to Xie Wujiu, Chen Shuijun also saw a few snowflakes floating beside Xie Wujiu, but Xie Wujiu seemed to be completely unaware.

Chen Shuijun did not hesitate and walked into the luxurious restaurant, sitting opposite Xie Wujiu.

Xie Wujiu looked indifferent, looking at the scene on the street and said, "Didn't Chen Zhian tell you?"

Chen Shuijun thought for a moment and said, "He asked me to leave Xuantianjing and go to Longxifu."

Xie Wujiu nodded and said, "You don't need to worry about housing or money when you go to Longxi Mansion, I have already arranged all of that.

You just need to wait there for Yinxi to come."

Chen Shuijun remained silent.

Xie Wujiu smiled and said, "You are still the same as before, with a sense of pride, but you don't know that the turmoil and entanglement in Xuan Tianjing are too heavy for you to bear."

"If you die, I'm afraid Yinxi will be hurt. Otherwise, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me."

Xie Wujiu spoke casually without a trace of emotion in his tone.

Chen Shuijun suddenly shook her head and said, "Xie Wujiu, you and I both know that love in the world is just a useless thing around your waist to you, so why do you have to pretend?"

Xie Wujiu finally turned around and looked Chen Shuijun up and down, thinking that Chen Shuijun had noticed something.

But when he sensed the extremely weak fluctuation of true energy from Chen Shuijun, he just shook his head slightly.

“I’m a little surprised that you can step into the Xiantian realm and pull out the Yellow Bird Wind that I stabbed into the rockery eighteen years ago.

But if you think about it carefully, eighteen years have passed in a hurry, and your cultivation has improved, but in the end you have only entered the Xiantian realm..."

"So...what about the cicada you wanted to catch?"

Xie Wujiu shook his head and said, “Opportunities in the world are not available to most people in the world. If you can catch one of the four-season cicadas, you will be able to enter the Jade Palace realm.

But eighteen years have passed, and you still haven't made any progress, but you always like to pursue things that are not worthy of you.

This...is not good."

Having said this, he drank a glass of wine and looked towards the long street below the restaurant.

Chen Shuijun just shook his head: "You don't understand the four-season cicada."

Xie Wujiu did not say any more about this matter, but said: "I asked you to come here today because I want to ask you... Is Huang Que Feng still in your hands?"

Chen Shuijun nodded calmly.

Xie Wujiu said casually: "I came to see the nineteenth famous sword in the world."

Chen Shuijun stretched out his hand, and the sword he renamed "Zhu Xia" appeared in his hand.

He handed the famous sword handed down from ancient times to Xie Wujiu without hesitation.

Xie Wujiu took the sword.

It was just like eighteen years ago when he snatched the sword from Chen Shuijun.

This sword, which was ranked very high on the ancient monument, did not shine at all in his hands, nor did it reflect any sword energy.

It was like an ordinary sword, without any mystery.

Xie Wujiu frowned.

Eighteen years ago, his cultivation was still weak and he could not get the recognition of Huang Que Feng. He forced his true essence into the sword. There was indeed some sword energy in it, but it cut his Yuan Guan and his innate fetal palace.

And eighteen years later, his cultivation was much stronger than before.

He became a Tianque monk envied by countless people in the world.

But now, he held the sword again, and the sword still did not react at all.

It seems as if the sword is dead.

It also seems like this famous sword handed down from generation to generation... doesn't look down on him.

There was a hint of disgust in Xie Wujiu's eyes, and he casually threw the strange sword to Chen Shuijun.

"This sword suits you very well. I don't know what's so special about it, but you are born with a proud character, which makes people feel annoyed just by looking at it."

Having said this, he waved his hand without even turning his head.

"Don't blame me for not advising you. If you stay in Xuantianjing, you will die."

"Go ahead. No matter what you choose, it's just your life at stake."

Xie Wujiu offered to see the guest off.

There was no trace of emotion on Chen Shuijun's face.

He put away the [Zhu Xia] in his hand, stood up, and actually said again: "I heard that Master Xie also got a famous sword, named [Bei Lu]."

Xie Wujiu was a little impatient and said, "Leave as soon as possible. I'm still waiting for an important guest."

Chen Shuijun shook his head: "I want to take a look at this [Hokuriku]."

Xie Wujiu's expression changed slightly, and a smile appeared on his face again.

He shook his head slowly: "Beilu is the sword that killed Yu Qiang. The sword is full of murderous aura. With your cultivation level, you cannot hold this sword."

Chen Shuijun was not angry, she just turned and left.

He walked down the stairs and saw a man in fancy clothes walking slowly towards him.

This man had a reserved demeanor and solemn eyes, yet was tall in stature. He was none other than General Rongtian, Si Yuanyan.

Chen Shuijun passed by the marquis without even looking away.

Si Yuanyan glanced at Chen Shuijun casually, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water, and he didn't care at all.

Chen Shuijun went downstairs and Si Yuanyan went upstairs.

Chen Shuijun remained calm and returned along the same path.

When he reached the intersection of East Street, he saw that the door to Song Xiqu and Song Xiang's courtyard was ajar. He didn't know who he was waiting for.

Chen Shuijun thought about it and went forward to knock on the door.

"Come in." Song Xiang's old voice came.

Chen Shuijun walked into the courtyard and saw Prime Minister Song still sitting on the recliner, just like he had been eighteen years ago.

Eighteen years ago.

Chen Shuijun, who had just been appointed as the county magistrate, was called to this courtyard by Song Xiqu, who was then a scholar of the Zhongji Palace, and was given a sword.

It is Huang Que Feng, now Zhu Xia.

Eighteen years have passed since we last met.

Song Xiqu looks much older than he was eighteen years ago.

His hands were covered with age spots, his eyes were no longer as bright as before, his face was covered with wrinkles, and even his body became more hunched.

Chen Shuijun saluted Song Xiqu.

Song Xiqu had already prepared a cup of tea for him.

Chen Shuijun sat on the futon and drank the cup of tea.

Song Xiqu didn't waste words. He looked at Chen Shuijun and suddenly sighed and said, "The temptation of Dao Fruit is too great. If people knew about it, I'm afraid the whole world would be in turmoil.

Now Xie Maoxing has also come to Xuantianjing, and it is obvious that he came for the Dao Fruit.

You want to take Li Yinxi away from Xuan Tianjing, but I'm afraid it won't be easy."

This old man revealed many secrets in one sentence.

But Chen Shuijun was not surprised at all.

A long time ago, Chen Shuijun knew that the old man in front of him was a truly unrivaled figure in the world, and many seemingly secret things could not escape his eyes.

And today, the old man told him how difficult this matter was.

There was no discouragement in Chen Shuijun's eyes, but more tenacity.

A long wind blew, blowing his white clothes. His soft long hair spread behind Chen Shuijun, making his aura even calmer.

"I will take her away... even if it means traveling all over the world and making enemies with everyone."

Chen Shuijun's eyes flashed with a unique brilliance: "She is the mother of my child, and she is willing to give up the opportunity to become a Buddha for me. Even if the world is dangerous, I will walk with her."

A hint of admiration flashed in Song Xiqu's eyes.

He suddenly said: "Chen Shuijun, do you know that compared to Wenren Zhixian, in my eyes, you are the one who is truly suitable to hold the Qinglongjian.

But you have something urgent to do, and I cannot bear to impose shackles on you."

Chen Shuijun stood up and bowed, "Thank you, Prime Minister Song, for taking care of me several times. When Yinxi and I leave Xuantianjing, or die in Xuantianjing, I hope Prime Minister Song can take care of my child."

Prime Minister Song also stood up and personally helped Chen Shuijun up.

He trembled and pulled Chen Shuijun to sit down, and suddenly looked directly into Chen Shuijun's eyes and said, "You still need two swords... Many things don't require taking risks.

Your child is not an easy target, so don't underestimate him... Instead of taking risks, you should go back and tell Chen Zhian about this.

It would be much simpler if you and your son planned together."

Chen Shuijun raised her eyebrows slightly.

He knew that Chen Zhian's talent was amazing, but he was still too young. Even though his cultivation was improving at an astonishing speed, he was still only at the third level of the innate realm.

What role can the three innate levels play in this matter?
As a father, he can take risks himself, but he cannot bear to let his children take risks.

but……

When he saw that Song Xiqu's turbid eyes had become clearer, Chen Shuijun finally nodded slowly.

“If the Dao Fruit fails to achieve enlightenment and falls into the mortal world, it will surely be fought over by the world.

Chen Shuijun, perhaps this will be the last time we meet.

But I still hope that you and Daoguo can both survive, and that we can meet again."

Song Xiqu panted, but his words were sincere: "The world is about to be in chaos, and Dayu needs change... I hope that one day you can truly control the four seasons instead of relying on the power of the cicada demon.

By then, you will be the living god in this world."

"But before that... you have to survive first."

He said this and waved his hand gently: "Go! Go! Go and protect the most important thing in your heart."

Chen Shuijun bid farewell to Song Xiqu and returned to the East Street courtyard.

Chen Zhian was practicing in the yard.

Chen Shuijun prepared dinner and Chen Zhian woke up from his meditation. The father and son sat at the table to eat.

The autumn wind slowly blew through the courtyard and blew on the two of them.

Chen Zhian's expression suddenly showed some regret.

No matter how the engagement develops, their family will probably have very few opportunities to get together and have meals together in the future.

Just when Chen Zhian was feeling sorry.

Chen Shuijun picked up a piece of meat for Chen Zhian and suddenly said, "I need a sword."

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