Embers of Sword

Chapter 656 New Trend
After dealing with the trivial matters of the Daoist sect, Xie Xuanyi left Tianyuan Mountain with Jiang Huang.

The destinations of all four dragon veins have been determined.

The Martial Fortune Dragon Vein is now guarded by Zhou Zhen, the North Sea Dragon Vein is guarded by Chen Jingxuan, the Great Sui Sword Palace has its own, and the Daoist sect has Junshan Zhenren and Deng Baiyi.

A decade of turmoil.

It has now calmed down.

Those garrison commanders who had been dismissed years ago were finally able to return to their original positions. Led by the Jiang family, the powerful families of Beijun who had settled in the capital gradually left the capital and returned to the north. In earlier years, Beijun was actually quite prosperous, but due to the depletion of its vitality, it gradually declined, and after those garrison commanders and famous families were dismissed, it became a desolate wasteland.

Xie Xuanyi led Jiang Huang on a journey northward on their swords.

The little one longed to go upstream along the route she had taken south to see Carp Tide City and the place where she was born. When she first developed her intelligence, she didn't understand anything. Her mind was in a daze, with only a few hazy sparks of understanding remaining.

Another year's high tide is coming.

Carp City was bustling with people, a truly lively scene.

Nearly two years have passed since the devastating "Tide Festival," and the ancient city has regained its vitality, with vendors and hawkers calling out their wares throughout the streets and alleys.

Many wandering knights and literati came here to watch the great tide.

On the streets and alleys of Cari Tsao City, a handsome young man in black stood out in the crowd. However, even more eye-catching was the little girl with pigtails riding on his shoulders, eating a candied hawthorn. The little girl had red lips and white teeth, and her eyes and brows were full of spirit, like a porcelain doll carved from jade.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Xie Xuanyi carried Jiang Huang slowly forward.

The little guy hasn't been this happy in a long time.

Whenever there were lion dances or street performers on the road, she would direct Xie Xuanyi to come over and watch for a long time.

She had wanted to join in the fun last time, but Xie Xuanyi and Deng Baiyi both had "important matters" to attend to and could not afford to be negligent. So whenever she saw a lively street scene, she could only glance at it from afar and had to leave in a hurry before she could participate. Later, she went to the Sword Palace. The mountain was a sacred place for cultivation, remote and desolate. There was no sign of human activity, not even a shadow of a person.

Jiang Huang remembered that a long time ago, she passed by a teahouse and the storyteller inside had drunk too much. He was tapping his gavel and sighing, saying that life is only about 30,000 days, and perhaps there are not even 3,000 days when one can be carefree and at ease.

At that time, she wondered where in this world such freedom could be so rare?

Later she realized that the storyteller was right.

Cultivators live longer than ordinary people. Not to mention 30,000 days, 100,000 or 300,000 days are nothing. However, the days of carefree living are even fewer.

Take, for example, the head of the Sword Palace who guards the Sword Forest every day behind the mountain.

Perhaps Zhao Tongtian has never experienced a single day of freedom since he began his cultivation.

Even if one lives for two hundred years, one will only be left to live a life of hardship and loneliness.

When you're young, you don't know the taste of sorrow; if you can have a day of carefree joy, then that's a day of carefree joy.

A little older.

You can go anywhere in the world.

The carefree days are gone forever.

"Brother."

Jiang Huang clasped her hands together, rested her chin on Xie Xuanyi's head, looked at the street performer with broken stones on his chest not far away, and said softly, "I have wanted to come to this mortal world with you for a long time."

That previous tumultuous journey.

It wasn't a trip; it was more like an escape. They were constantly pursued, ambushed, and subjected to city lockdowns and martial law.

Now that the heavy burden has been lifted, the feeling is completely different.

"How does it feel?"

Xie Xuanyi smiled and spoke. At this moment, night had fallen, and it was the perfect time for the street performers to show off their skills by spitting wine and breathing fire. The raging flames shot into the sky, turning into a tornado. Under the whirlwind, they quickly shattered into thousands upon thousands of embers, and countless embers drifted and fell, which was quite a sight to behold.

"The world...is so beautiful..."

Jiang Huang stared blankly at the scene, then murmured something to herself.

Crash.

The wind swept away the embers, which drifted and fell. A faint scent of wine spread and permeated the air.

Xie Xuanyi took out a gold coin from his waist pouch and tossed it out gently. Performers usually only received some copper coins after a hard day's work, and occasionally a wealthy customer would tip them silver. Upon seeing the gold coin, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly held it in both hands and kowtowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

Xie Xuanyi smiled and nodded, took two steps back, and silently returned to the crowd.

Jiang Huang, who was perched on my shoulder, whispered, "I want to go see the Carp Tide River."

"it is good."

Xie Xuanyi quickened his pace.

As you leave the city center, the noise level decreases, but the atmosphere remains lively.

Many young men and women strolled along the riverbank, carrying lanterns. Xie Xuanyi returned to the old place, looking somewhat dazed.

He still remembered that he had followed the sound of the sword energy of [Sickness] to this place.

The flying sword was not found.

But then he ran into Lu Yuzhen.

Strangely enough, from the very first moment Xie Xuanyi met this White Paper Taoist, he felt no goodwill whatsoever. He was certain that Lu Yu was no good... Of course, as it turned out, this guy did indeed have ulterior motives and no good intentions. But looking at the whole situation, Lu Yu had more than one opportunity to put him to death, yet he never actually tried to kill him.

They met for the first time at Lichaojiang.

At that time, his cultivation had not yet recovered, and he had not yet found his natal flying sword.

With Lu's strength, he could easily kill himself.

But instead of taking action, he gave himself a hint that "the great tide is coming."

This is something Xie Xuanyi still hasn't figured out—

What is this guy after?
If what Lu Yu truly wanted was to make the "Fountain of Immortality" produce a springhead, then he had succeeded. He had become the first special being in a thousand years to possess a "Fountain of Immortality." The legendary divine object, possessing endless vitality, was now inexhaustible in his possession.

only……

After the battle at Sword Palace, the man surnamed Lu completely disappeared.

The library had already sent spies to investigate in the southern border region, but no one expected that the southern border region would become a desolate wasteland.

Pure White Mountain vanished without a trace, but the Abyss still exists. However, the treasures of the White Ze Secret Tomb were taken away, leaving only a massive crater stretching for hundreds of miles.

After the three major sects were wiped out, this miasma-ridden land isolated from the outside world truly became a forbidden zone for life.

Ten years ago, the paper doll appeared overnight, and ten years later, it left overnight without leaving any trace.

Lu Yuzhen...

The same is true.

History is like a river tide, or a long blank page, and Lu Yuzhen's traces are like intermittent ink stains on it.

It should have left a lasting and significant mark.

But it came to an abrupt end at the crucial point.

Xie Xuanyi stood silently on the riverbank, watching the roaring tide in the long night.

He frowned slightly.

The night was dark and gloomy, almost impossible to see.

But at the end of Xie Xuanyi's divine sense, at the entrance of the Carp Tide River, which almost meets the North Sea.

The waves surged and swelled.

A Taoist priest could be vaguely seen, with white hair and a white robe, standing on the river, swaying with the rise and fall of the water.

(End of this chapter)