Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 97 Mirror Flowers and Moon in the Water
After having lunch at the Sword Casting Manor, Song Yan returned to the bamboo grove courtyard in Linghua Valley.

Linghua Valley is quite thoughtful; this small courtyard has a simple protective formation.

Without much defensiveness, they simply tell others that they are in a short period of seclusion for cultivation and ask them not to disturb them.

He activated his spiritual power and sat alone in the courtyard.

After taking a short break, he began to examine the gains of the past few days.

First, he took out the dark blue long box.

He channeled his spiritual power, condensing it into a water curtain, and carefully cleaned the long box.

The box is three feet three inches long and about a palm's width wide.

The box is entirely dark blue, and upon closer inspection, one can see cloud patterns engraved on its surface, resembling flowing water.

"The craftsmanship is exquisite..."

Actually, this was the first time Song Yan had ever seen a "sword box," and he didn't know anything about its quality, so he could only give a vague assessment.

"How could it have been abandoned in the Yan family's old sword hut before it was even finished?"

He turned it over and over, looking it up and down.

Huh?
Song Yan's eyes narrowed.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pattern on the lower left corner of the box.

look familiar……

Not long after, Song Yan quickly remembered.

He took out the flying sword "Lianli" from his Qiankun bag.

The blade pattern on it is winding, resembling a green plum branch, which is somewhat similar to the pattern on the lower left of the box.

He summoned the flying sword, but before he could hold it in his hand to examine and compare it closely, it turned into sword light on its own and disappeared into the sword box!

"Om-"

The Yin-Yang Pearl stirred again, slowly emanating mysterious fluctuations.

Song Yan felt an attraction, drawing all the spiritual energy around him towards the Yin-Yang Pearl.

Compared to the previous situation of being "unmoored," this time, he vaguely felt that he could control everything and stop the surge of spiritual energy at any time.

However, there's no need for that.

He simply picked up the two spirit stones and poured all his spiritual power into them.

I was filled with anticipation, hoping that the scene here would be exactly the same as when I entered "Unmoored Boat".

"Om-"

Finally, in a split second, the dark blue sword case suddenly rose into the air.

A flash of inspiration, and it vanished...

His consciousness sank into the Yin-Yang Pearl.

"..."

It had been a long time since I'd been here, but the scenery in the Yin-Yang Realm hadn't changed much.

On the illusory image of the sword seed, the small sword formed from the nascent Dao heart did not make any movement.

The dark blue sword case hovered quietly not far away.

Two beams of spiritual light, one blue and one purple, swirled and floated around the sword box.

He stepped forward slowly and tentatively placed his right hand on the box.

Sure enough, the two beams of light flew towards him along his fingers and palm!
A tearing sensation erupted from the depths of his soul, and his consciousness began to blur.

The black and white clouds in the Yin-Yang realm are constantly changing...

……

"..."

strangeness……

I feel so dizzy today.

"Snapped!"

I felt a pair of large hands slap me hard on the back of the head.

"Ouch!"

Mumu turned around and looked up, where a solemn middle-aged man's face came into view.

"father……"

The middle-aged man looked stern, as if he were disappointed in his son: "You're always so dazed and confused, what kind of behavior is this!"

"..."

The streetscape before my eyes gradually became familiar, and the confusion in my mind gradually dissipated.

My thoughts became clearer and clearer.

The man before me is my father, Yan Jue. Although he has a solemn expression and rarely smiles, he always thinks of me and the family.

My name is Yan Gui, the young master of the Yan family.

Today is the day before the Flower Festival.

……

Yan Jue's voice was deep and resonant: "Tomorrow's grand event is not just about having fun and enjoying yourself; you need to keep a close eye on things."

"How did the elders of the clan and the predecessors of Linghua Valley handle the affairs of the grand event?"

"These principles of dealing with people and adapting to changing circumstances will be beneficial when you take on an important position in the clan in the future."

"Uh... I understand, Father." Yan Jue looked at his child's absent-minded appearance, sighed and shook his head.

"..."

On the green stone by the stream, suddenly the sound of a sword ringing out.

Yan Gui hurried over and saw a young girl holding a worn-out longsword, cutting off a peach branch. The sound of the sword startled the birds perched in the tree.

The girl's clothes were patched, and she looked back.

After a moment of stunned silence, seemingly realizing that staring at the woman was inappropriate, Yan Gui quickly changed the subject: "Why is your sword devoid of spirit? It's no different from any ordinary sword..."

The girl looked at him strangely, but didn't say anything.

Just then, a stern voice came from behind: "You dissolute playboy, arguing with a beggar in the street, is that it?"

Yan Gui was startled and quickly retreated to Yan Jue's side.

Yan Jue snorted coldly, glanced at the girl, and said sharply, "Hmph, come back with me."

……

Time flies like an arrow; fleeting clouds pass before our eyes.

Several years later, on a flower-filled night.

Yan Gui walked against the flow of people and, under a plum tree at the entrance of a secluded alley, saw the wandering cultivator girl sleeping with her sword in her arms.

Moon-white petals fall onto black hair.

He stepped forward slowly, about to gently brush away the fallen petals from his hair, when the girl grabbed his wrist, drew her longsword, and held it against him.

The girl smiled slyly: "You lecherous scoundrel from the Yan family, are you perhaps trying to take advantage of me while I'm resting?!"

Yan Gui gave a wry smile: "At today's grand event, could Miss Hua perhaps temporarily hold back her deadly move?"

Her name is Hua Luo, and she is a rogue cultivator.

Although both her parents had passed away and she was all alone, she had never complained about her suffering since they had known each other for several years.

"Here, this is the flying sword I made for you."

Yan Gui handed over a long sword: "Although it is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is still better than you, a cultivator, wielding a mortal weapon."

Hua Luo's eyes lit up with surprise. She gently stroked the flying sword in her hand, unable to put it down.

She suddenly asked, "Did you really forge this yourself?"

"Uh……"

Yan Gui was taken aback, his expression somewhat unnatural: "Then...of course, a mere low-grade magic weapon is nothing to me, isn't it?"

The girl smiled and said, "It is said in Beiya Mountain that Yan Gui, the young master of the Yan clan, is fond of playing and is ignorant and incompetent."

"He hasn't learned even a fraction of the art of sword forging..."

"This……"

The young man was losing face and was about to explain when he saw the girl lean close to his ear.

She spoke softly, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Little Swallow, I want you to forge a flying sword for me by your own hands someday."

"Whether it's a regular weapon or a magical artifact..."

"I'll take yours."

The boy blushed, whether from embarrassment or feeling ashamed that his lie had been exposed, it was hard to tell.

……

How strange!

It is said throughout Beiya Mountain City that Yan Gui, the young master of the Yan clan, has turned over a new leaf and begun to diligently study the methods of sword forging and weapon refining.

They also won first place in the clan's internal competition.

Family members are overjoyed, and others are envious.

None of this reached Yan Gui's ears; he only knew how to study the art of weapon crafting day after day.

He vowed to forge the best flying sword he could make before the woman he loved left the mountain city!
On this day, the furnace fire roared, and the sound of metal striking stone rang out.

The flying sword was finally completed.

Outside the mountain city, a young boy and girl stand facing each other.

"What's the name of this sword?"

Hua Luo gently stroked the flying sword in her hand, the joy in her eyes even greater than it had been under the plum tree years ago.

Yan Gui, however, showed little joy and replied in a somewhat dejected tone, "...Qingmei."

The young woman is about to embark on a long journey; we part today, and who knows when we will meet again.

He took a deep breath: "Ah Hua, the cultivation world is dangerous. You need to be extra careful on your journey."

"..."

The girl didn't answer, but just looked at the boy's face and smiled.

The boy lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Take care of yourself on the way..."

"Not taking good care of them."

The girl suddenly spoke, and to the boy's astonishment, took his hand: "I can't take care of myself..."

"Little Swallow, come with me."

"Beyond the mountains, green hills..."

"I want you to come with me to see it."

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