Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 95 The Jade Slip for Transmitting the Dao
February 15th is the Flower Festival.

Under the cover of night, lanterns have been hung on the long bluestone streets of Beiya Mountain City.

Mortals climb bamboo ladders to cross vine bridges and adorn lanterns with flowers and plants, while cultivators gather fireflies and let them sink into the wicks of the lanterns.

The entire long street was shrouded in a soft, bluish glow.

The Flower Festival proceeded smoothly and as scheduled.

Song Yan and Yan Xun were chatting idly at a roadside restaurant.

“It’s really lively…”

Song Yan sighed, "There's a good thing about tranquility, and there's a wonderful thing about liveliness."

"This trip to Beiya Mountain has truly broadened my horizons."

Looking out the window at the street scene.

Delicate petals drifted in the wind, scattering among the crowd, causing the ordinary girls carrying baskets to chase after them with laughter.

Yan Xun took a sip of the spirit wine on the table and said with a hint of pride, "Brother Yan, if you have the leisure in the future, you are welcome to come anytime..."

The two had become quite familiar with each other over the past few days, and their conversations were no longer as formal.

The plum wine on the table was brought by Yan Xun from home.

The matter from yesterday has been mostly resolved.

To avoid affecting today's grand event, Liang Feng was temporarily detained, and the Moon-Holding Lotus Seed was returned to its rightful owner and handed over to Senior Cong Yuzhen for disposal.

The others assumed that the senior had anticipated this and didn't ask any further questions.

When confronted by Yu Zhen, he only said that he didn't want to see the situation stalemate and let the demonic cultivator escape.

Desperate, he took out a precious spiritual seed that he had obtained by chance and used some illusion techniques to disguise it as a Moon-Carrying Lotus Seed.

Furthermore, the other party was also unfamiliar with the properties of lotus seeds, which allowed them to break the deadlock by sheer luck.

Unexpectedly, Yu Zhen didn't ask any detailed questions at all.

She seemed to have no interest in getting to the bottom of the lies she had made up, or even the so-called precious spiritual seeds mentioned in them.

Could it be that even these precious lotus seeds that entwine the moon are not worthy of her attention?

It shouldn’t be...

This gave Song Yan a sense of absurdity, as if she were being presumptuous and making a fuss over nothing.

Yu Zhen's attitude towards Tuo Yue Lian Zi dampened his initial excitement at finding such a treasure.

"call……"

My chaotic thoughts came to a stop, and I raised my porcelain cup to take a sip of floral tea.

He doesn't drink.

Xiao He said he smells bad after drinking alcohol, so he doesn't like having alcohol on him.

Suddenly, the sound of sheng and xiao (traditional Chinese wind instruments) rose from the long street outside the window.

Three or five ordinary musicians walked by, followed by bouncy children.

In the square, several cultivators from Linghua Valley were teaching Li Qingfeng and others how to fold flower boats using talisman paper.

Under the bridge and along the stream, countless paper boats carrying candles drifted downstream into the deep valley.

Song Yan asked, "Oh, by the way, there's a place called Sunjiaji near Beiya Mountain, where is that?"

He suddenly remembered that during the Spring Festival, Lao Shao had mentioned that his hometown was also in Beiya Mountain. What a coincidence!

Yan Xun frowned, as if deep in thought, but his expression was somewhat strange.

"Sunjiaji? Who told you that?"

"Oh, a senior brother from the sect."

"..."

His head was throbbing with worry before he finally spoke, as if to confirm, "No..."

"That's nonsense. There's no such place in our Beiya Mountain."

Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "No?"

"Absolutely not, there's no such thing as Sunjiaji."

Yan Xun seemed to have a low alcohol tolerance. He drank this spirit wine without using his spiritual power to dispel the alcohol's effects, and now he was feeling a bit tipsy.

"Brother Yan, I'm not bragging to you."

"How many years have I lived in Beiya Mountain? I grew up here..."

"Let alone Beiya Mountain City, there is no Sunjiaji in the Beiya Mountain area."

"There are very few people with the surname Sun here to begin with, and most of them come from Linzhou."

"It must be your senior brother; he's mistaken."

Song Yan nodded without saying anything, seemingly not intending to delve any further.

"Brother Yan, come visit the clan tomorrow, and I'll show you around our Sword Forging Manor."

Song Yan mentioned the visit earlier today.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xun took it very seriously, bringing wine from his family and informing his elders in advance.

To his surprise, despite his appearance, Yan Xun was actually the fifth young master of the Yan family in this generation who was worthy of being called a prominent figure.

"Alright, then I'll take the trouble."

"What are you saying?"

Soon, the auspicious time arrived. In the mountain city, all the mortals and cultivators began to slowly flow into Linghua Valley.

You can skip the other activities at the event, but you really have to join in the fun at the ancient tree prayer ceremony.

In Linghua Valley, by the lake.

Beneath the ancient peach tree, layers upon layers of peach petals swayed gently in the night breeze.

The area under the tree was already crowded with people.

The monks' robes and the mortals' hempen clothes were mixed together.

There were several tables under the tree, with stationery laid out on them for people to write on.

Approaching the tree, the scent of ink mingled with the unique, cool fragrance of flowers characteristic of the mountain town.

As soon as Yan Xun entered the valley, he went to look for his sister Duo'er.

"Senior Brother Song!"

Gu Qingqing held the photo-recording bead in her hands and waved to Song Yan in the distance, with Li Qingfeng and Sheng Yun standing beside her.

Cheng Yu, that annoying guy, didn't show up.

Write your wishes on a piece of flower-patterned paper, then place it in a small jade scroll and hang it on an ancient tree.

What did you write?

Song Yan and Xiao He peeked around, wanting to see what wishes everyone had written down.

"Hey hey..."

Li Qingfeng gestured for him to stop: "If others knew about this, how could it possibly work..."

"Yes."

"Good good..."

It sounds like it's true.

Song Yan picked up a piece of floral stationery and casually asked, "Xiao He, are you going to write something?"

Xiaohe stared at him blankly: "How could I write?"

"Oh……"

Strangely enough, Xiaohe can recognize the characters, but she can't write them.

Song Yan picked up his pen and didn't think for long.

He wrote quickly with his pen, then promptly put it away so that no one could see it.

Under the tree, several lay practitioners and ordinary people were hanging jade tablets.

A child with a red ribbon in his hair stood on tiptoe and handed a piece of paper covered with crooked handwriting to the young monk beside him.

"Fairy brother, please tie it higher for my mother!"

"it is good!"

The cultivator patted the child's head, and a wisp of green wind condensed from his fingertips, causing the letter to drift leisurely towards the treetops.

It was hung alongside his own jade tablet.

Song Yan stood at the back of the crowd, arms crossed, quietly admiring the spectacular night scene.

His has already been hung up.

"..."

Suddenly.

A pair of hands climbed onto his shoulders without him noticing.

He suddenly turned around.

It was discovered that he was in his prime, wearing a straw hat and pretending to be a ghost.

"Scared me."

"Shh..."

Song Yan simply transmitted his voice, "What are you doing here, you demonic cultivator? Aren't you afraid of being killed by Senior Cong's sword?"

"They really don't appreciate kindness..."

Sheng Nian gazed at Sheng Yun's retreating figure in the crowd, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Although I came here specifically to see A-Yun, I also have something to bring you."

"?"

A jade slip was casually tossed over, and Song Yan caught it steadily.

"what."

"I obtained this cultivation technique by chance. Just by looking at the name, I can tell it was made by you pretentious righteous cultivators. I have no interest in it."

Song Yan muttered to himself, "When did I become a righteous cultivator...?"

He opened the jade slip.

"The Pure and Bright Dharma Form of the Heavenly Realm?"

This technique sounds...

It's definitely a case of good turning evil.

These two chapters were originally supposed to be released together, but I don't know why the scheduled release didn't take effect...

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