Arhats Subduing Demons: Starting with The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

Chapter 89 The true meaning of seizing the day is to enjoy life to the fullest.
Granny Jin Hua sneered: "In the past, heroes from all sides gathered in front of the Yellow Crane Tower. Yun Changkong used his unparalleled divine skills to subdue the heroes of the world. He made a great speech, and his profound knowledge amazed and impressed all the heroes present."

Countless people marveled at this as a true prodigy, only to discover that it was all a fraud.

Brother Han was an upright and honorable man, with a magnanimous heart. Now that he is gone, you speak so disrespectfully to him, especially in front of me, his widow. Don't you feel ashamed and despicable?

Yun Changkong's face was cold, and he said quietly, "Whether you praise me with the most beautiful words in the world or curse me with the most vicious words, I will just let it pass by like a gentle breeze."

But what I said just now was not meant to deny your marital affection, nor did I intend to disrespect your deceased husband!

Hmph, how could I, Yun Changkong, not know that the love between husband and wife is based on mutual affection, and that it is better than eyelids offering food? It's just that this kind of life realm is too high, like the Buddhist saying that beauty is like a skeleton, but how many people can actually achieve it?
Can those old monks who have been chanting scriptures and practicing Buddhism for decades really see beauty as nothing at all?
I simply believe that beauties, like renowned generals, are not meant to grow old. Youth fades like flowing water, time relents, and no matter how profound your inner strength or how skillful you are at preserving your youth, a hundred years later you'll still be nothing but a pile of bones. Why not seize the present, while you're still young, and enjoy the praise you deserve? Only then will your life have been worthwhile. What does this have to do with being upright or base?

Granny Jin Hua's clear and bright eyes were fixed on his face, and she remained silent for a long time.

But those once bright and lively eyes of a young girl dimmed, then became blank and moist, and tears streamed down her face.

"Why are you crying again?" Yun Changkong found it quite amusing that he could make this demon shed tears with just a few words.

Granny Jin Hua was filled with grief and said, "You're right. In the end, no one can escape that day. What's the point of living?"

Yun Changkong remained silent for a moment, then sighed, "This topic is too philosophical; it has perplexed countless philosophers throughout history. I know even less!"

Granny Jin Hua said, "Aren't you all-knowing?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Then you've misjudged me. All I know is that turning youthful beauty and black hair into white hair and wrinkled skin is the greatest waste of resources, especially since it's done by human intervention."

After a long silence, Granny Jin Hua suddenly wiped away a tear and looked directly at Yun Changkong, saying, "Do you like me very much?"

Yun Changkong paused for a moment, then said, "Well, this... well..."

He didn't even like Granny Jin Hua's face, let alone the Purple-Robed Dragon King.

His previous actions were merely a series of coincidences, at most a spur-of-the-moment thought stemming from his attraction to her beauty, but he knew it was difficult to say those words aloud. Therefore, after stammering for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

With her left hand, Granny Jin Hua reached out and removed a full head of white hair from her head, revealing jet-black strands of hair. Then she peeled off a layer of skin from her face.
Yun Changkong's eyes lit up as a beautiful woman with skin as smooth as cream, almond-shaped eyes, and peach-like cheeks appeared. Her face was like a pear blossom reflected in spring water, and her beauty was beyond words.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King slowly rose, stuffing her hair and mask into her personal bag. With graceful steps, she walked to the window, her long, black hair fluttering in the river breeze, her every move exuding the elegance and composure of a mature woman.

Yun Changkong couldn't fathom her thoughts and felt a little impatient. He said, "Just say what you want to say. Stop pretending to be so profound and just trying to provoke me!"

Granny Jin Hua shifted her gaze to him, her face displaying an indescribable expression—neither joy nor sorrow. She slowly said, "It was difficult to say before, so do you like me as I am now?"

Yun Changkong's expression changed slightly, and he said, "What does this mean? What if I like it, or I don't?"

A look of bewilderment crossed the Purple-Robed Dragon King's brows. He sighed deeply and said, "You're right. I also long to show my true self to the world."

But if I go anywhere like this, won't I attract attention?

Chang Kong saw that her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn waters reflecting the waves. Her natural charm was evident in every glance. It was indeed too alluring. He nodded and said, "Your beauty is so exquisite that even someone like me finds it a visual treat. How much more so for others? I was just being presumptuous and didn't consider things from your perspective."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled slightly: "From what you're saying, you know my identity and my concerns?"

Chang Kong didn't want to speak, but seeing the gentle light in her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, he had no choice but to nod and say, "Yes, I know you are the Holy Maiden of the Persian Ming Cult."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King pondered and said, "That's right. I am the Holy Maiden of the Persian Grand Cult. I came to the Ming Cult in the Central Plains with a purpose, but later I couldn't control my emotions and violated the rules of the cult."

To evade capture, I had to disguise myself like this. I dared not even cross paths with the elders of the Ming Cult, for fear of revealing my true identity.

Seeing her radiant beauty and indescribable grace, yet her face now etched with sorrow, and knowing that they had already become one, Yun Changkong couldn't help but sigh deeply and said, "Whatever you need, I will do my best to help and will not refuse!"

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's joy was evident in his eyes and brows. He slowly said, "I am going to the Bright Peak of Kunlun Mountain to steal the Ming Cult's supreme martial art, 'Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.' I hope you can lend me a hand!"

Yun Changkong was taken aback, thinking to himself, "This matter? Didn't you send your daughter to Bright Peak? Why do you need my help?" He replied, "This matter shouldn't be too difficult for you, so why would you need my help?"

"Not difficult?" The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled bitterly: "The Ming Cult headquarters is surrounded by cliffs on all sides, with a dangerous terrain. Along the way, there are seven peaks and thirteen cliffs, steep and precipitous, like a natural chasm. Outsiders cannot easily climb or approach it, not to mention that there are countless troops guarding it."

My cough used to get worse and worse, and I couldn't sneak in anymore. Now I'm in good health, but I'm still all alone and I'm afraid something might go wrong!
"If you help me succeed and I escape the pursuit of the Persian Grand Cult, I will give you a copy of the 'Great Shift of Heaven and Earth,' and you will also benefit greatly!"

"I see!" Yun Changkong laughed. "This is what you call cooperation, which is highly beneficial to me?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said solemnly, "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth is the supreme and most powerful divine skill of the Ming Cult. Doesn't it benefit you?"

Yun Changkong scoffed, "The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth may be powerful and important to you, but it holds no allure for me. It's not worth the arduous journey and risking my life!"

He was telling the truth. The founder of that martial art had only mastered the sixth level, which was still inferior to Zhang Wuji's mastery based on the Nine Yang Divine Skill. However, after Zhang Sanfeng's guidance and several battles during the Three Crossings, Zhang Wuji realized that the sixth level of the Qiankun Great Shift was still not enough to deal with masters like the Xuanming Elders. He had to reach the seventh level!

It's clear that this martial art isn't very powerful, so why would Yun Changkong be so interested?
The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, word by word, "So, you're saying you're unwilling to help me?"

Chang Kong sighed, "We're not exactly outsiders. To tell you the truth, Kunlun Mountain is thousands of miles away from here, not to mention we have to cross deserts and suffer hardships, etc. Let's not even talk about that."

I finally resolved my feud with the Ming Cult, only to go and steal their most prized martial arts technique. Isn't that just deliberately stirring up trouble? It's a losing proposition, and I can't help you!

The Purple-Robed Dragon King suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.

Yun Changkong frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King gritted his teeth and said, "All men under heaven are fickle!" After taking two steps, he turned to look at Yun Changkong and said, "I thought you were a kind and righteous person, but I never expected..." With a sway of his body, he picked up the Coral Golden Cudgel, which emitted a golden light, smashed open the back window, and had already passed through the window.

Her movements were incredibly swift. By the time Yun Changkong peeked out the window, she had already vanished. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, saying, "Are you crazy? Why did you smash the window? And what's with all the talk about how all men are fickle? Do you have feelings for me, or do I have love for you? At most, it was just a fleeting affair, and I even got the short end of the stick. Why are you taking your anger out on me? You barbarian, if you can't use proper language, then stop spouting nonsense!"

Before Yun Changkong could finish speaking, a thought suddenly struck him. He stretched out his right hand, and the long sword flew into his grasp. He then swiftly leaped out of the window. Although he was indifferent to worldly affairs, he had not entirely lost his curiosity.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King knew his whereabouts, so naturally he gave chase. Yun Changkong possessed superb lightness skills and exceptional eyesight, and he saw the Purple-Robed Dragon King rising and falling, following far behind, running for several miles.

Upon reaching a grove, they could vaguely see a flickering light. The Purple-Robed Dragon King sometimes parted the flowers and willows, sometimes darted through the grass and trees, entered a courtyard, and arrived at a secluded dwelling. Only then did he stop, cough softly, and tap his staff.

Seeing the ancient locust trees providing shade, Yun Changkong leaped onto one of them, taking in the entire courtyard from his elevated position.

Then a clear, crisp voice said, "Mother, is that you?"

A figure opened the door, and the Purple-Robed Dragon King slipped into the room. The woman said, "Mother, have you come to take me away?" Her voice was soft and weak, with a hint of coquetry.

Upon hearing the word "mother," Yun Changkong immediately guessed that the woman who had spoken earlier was Xiao Zhao. But what was she doing here? Wasn't she at Bright Peak? What was going on?

Did I just enter a fake world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?
Surprised, the Purple-Robed Dragon King sighed, "It seems you'll have to handle this matter."

As Yun Changkong was making wild guesses, he heard Xiao Zhao say sweetly, "Mom, I want to go home and stay with you forever."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sighed, "My dear daughter, you can't stay with me, or I'll ruin you one day."

Xiao Zhao said coquettishly, "I'm not afraid at all. You only visit me once every year or two, and I'm even more afraid."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King remained silent for a moment, then sighed, "Didn't I tell you? You have to act ugly, not act like a spoiled little girl."

Xiao Zhao suddenly burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, why, why can't I go home? Why do I have to pretend to be ugly? I want to go home, I don't want to pretend to be ugly..."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, “My dear daughter, don’t cry. I really had no choice. Your mother was one of the three holy virgins of the Ming Cult’s main sect. I was sent to the Central Plains to accumulate merit so that I could return to Persia and succeed as the leader of the cult. But I fell in love with your father and had you. I violated the cult’s rules and was burned to death. It was my just punishment.”

But if you stay with me and the Grand Master finds out, you will surely be burned at the stake and wiped out completely!

Now, the only thing we can do is try to send you to Bright Peak to steal the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth manual and see if that can settle this matter. Otherwise, even if we, mother and daughter, live in anonymity, our safety is uncertain!

“But Yang Xiao is incredibly shrewd. If you were to disguise yourself, you would definitely not be able to fool him. My daughter and I look too alike. If you don’t make it a habit to disguise yourself, he will definitely find out.”

Xiao Zhao choked up and said, "If we find the Great Shift of the Universe, will Mom not be caught and burned at the stake?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King remained silent.

Xiao Zhao cried for a while and then said, "Mom, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "Alright, I'll watch you sleep."

Xiao Zhao said, "I want to sleep in your arms."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sighed, "You're already a grown woman..."

"No!" Xiao Zhao said coquettishly, "I only see you a few times a year. This time we went to Kunlun Mountain, and I don't know when we'll see each other again. I want to sleep in your arms."

"Okay, okay, sleep in my arms." The Purple-Robed Dragon King gently coaxed his daughter.

After a while, the mother and daughter fell silent.

Yun Changkong then realized that Xiao Zhao had not yet reached Bright Peak, and the Purple-Robed Dragon King had come to find him because he did not want his daughter to take any risks.

In the original story, she suffered from a cough and could not hide her whereabouts. It was impossible for her to sneak into Bright Peak silently, so she could only send her daughter.

With his help this time, Yun Changkong felt that he had a connection with the Purple-Robed Dragon King and should help her. However, he felt that there was something strange about helping her, but he couldn't explain why.

Yun Changkong was quite puzzled by this. He let out a breath, when suddenly he heard the Purple-Robed Dragon King shout sharply, "Who goes there!"

Six golden rays, with the force of a storm, rushed from the window of the hermitage into the sky, where the large tree was hidden.

At the same time, the Purple-Robed Dragon King had already rushed out of the house.
With a flick of his sleeve, Yun Changkong gathered all the golden flowers into his sleeve, as lightly as a leaf falling to the ground.

Xiao Zhao was also awakened and rushed out.

Under the moonlight, it was clear that Xiao Zhao was dressed in a blue maid's uniform. Her eyes were bright and clear, her eyebrows were delicate and her nose was straight. A dimple appeared on her cheek, and her face was fair and sweet. However, she was still young and had a childlike face. Her figure had not yet grown up.

But now, holding onto the sleeve of the Purple-Robed Dragon King, the two of them standing together looked just like sisters.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's face turned cold as he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yun Changkong said calmly, "You can leave, but how did you find out where I am? I will naturally find out." He glanced at Xiao Zhao and smiled, "You two look alike."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sighed. Xiao Zhao looked bewildered for a moment, then hissed, "How is it similar?" Her voice had been delicate just now, but now it was hoarse.

When the Purple-Robed Dragon King heard his daughter call him, he couldn't come up with any of the excuses he had prepared.

Yun Changkong was suddenly dumbfounded.

Xiao Zhao's once incredibly beautiful face had become disfigured, with her right eye smaller than her left, and her nose and mouth distorted, making her look extremely frightening.

Xiao Zhao blushed slightly when she saw him staring at her like that, and turned her head away.

"I understand!" Yun Changkong laughed. "This young lady is too beautiful. If she were to disguise herself, she would inevitably be spotted by those with ulterior motives. Therefore, you have her pretend to be ugly naturally."

Who would bother to look at an ugly person?

Then, at the right opportunity, send her to Yang Xiao. Hmm, you should know Yang Xiao has a daughter; this is aimed at his daughter. Brilliant, brilliant.

Xiao Zhao was thrown into a panic and exclaimed, "Mom, who...who is he?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King snorted.

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "But is Yang Xiao really that stupid? Would he fall for your schemes? Maybe if you scheme against him, he'll try to scheme against you in return. If I were him, I'd pretend I know nothing, put her in shackles to make her move around, and then use her to taunt you, the dragon!"

Yun Changkong was unaware that in the original story, Xiao Zhao was someone Yang Xiao and his daughter encountered in the desert half a year before the battle at Bright Peak. They were there while traveling and were weeping over two corpses.

She claimed that these two were her parents, exiled by the Mongols. Yang Xiao took her in, but Xiao Zhao tried to charm him, and he saw through her disguise. That's why he chained her up with black iron chains, waiting for the Purple-Robed Dragon King to take the bait.

Upon hearing these words, the Purple-Robed Dragon King was momentarily dazed. For some reason, she felt no resentment towards Yun Changkong; instead, she felt a deep sorrow.

If she had a solution, why would she let her daughter take such a risk?

Granny Jin Hua is highly skilled in martial arts and has a wealth of experience. She can roam the martial arts world alone and no danger can stop her. However, when she is being pursued by the Persian sect, she has no choice but to sneak into Bright Peak to steal martial arts skills in order to avoid trouble!

But what kind of place was that? She thought that if Yun Changkong was willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with her, who in the world could stop her? That's why she went to talk to Yun Changkong about cooperation! As for asking him for help, the Purple-Robed Dragon King's pride wouldn't allow it!
But Yun Changkong refused. The hardship and helplessness he felt were beyond words.
At this moment, he blamed himself even more. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. His eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He looked at his daughter and said softly, "Go in."

Xiao Zhao glanced at her mother, then at Yun Changkong, and limped into the house.

Yun Changkong suddenly found it amusing: "Little sister, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person! You don't need to pretend to be lame."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King glared at him and said, "Come with me!" With a swift movement, he dashed off.

Yun Changkong had no choice but to follow. The two rode side by side, passing by cliffs and trees. After turning a mountain ridge, they arrived at a place facing the Yellow River.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King then stopped and said, "I have lived for decades, but I don't want my daughter to live in fear like I have. So I must settle the matter of the Persian sect."

Yun Changkong said slowly, "No matter what, we once shared a night of intimacy, so I should indeed help you in this matter."

Upon hearing this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King trembled slightly and let out a snort.

Chang Kong sat on a rock, pointed to another rock opposite him, and said, "Come on, sit down!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sat down, knees together. Chang Kong said, "You said you needed to think carefully about our relationship. Judging from your actions today, you don't consider me one of your own."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King shifted his gaze, fixing it on him, and frowned, saying, "What do you mean by treating you as one of my own? Does it mean I'm asking you to do things for me, or that I have to ask you to do things for me? Or is it like last time?"

Chang Kong was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he slowly said, "Could it be that you have no desire for me?"

Yun Changkong smiled slightly, pondering how to answer.

Unexpectedly, the Purple-Robed Dragon King said, "Hero Yun, although you are extraordinary, you are still a man. My mother and master told me from a young age that men are all hungry wolves and cannot bear to see beautiful women. I was designated as the Holy Maiden of the Ming Cult at the age of twelve, and I always covered my face with a light veil until I came to the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, where people finally saw my true face."

But do you know what? From the moment I lifted my veil to meet Master Yang, I developed a deep-seated hatred for men!

Chang Kong was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King sneered, "At that time, everyone in the Sacred Flame Hall was focused on me. Except for the gazes of Sect Leader Yang and Xie Xun, which were free of evil intentions, the gazes of the others felt so intense and uncomfortable, as if they wished they could..."

"I'll eat you!" Yun Changkong interrupted.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King blushed and said, "That's roughly the idea. So, apart from the Yang Cult Leader and Xie Xun, I can only exchange a few words with the other Light Messengers and Dharma Protectors. Hmph, hmph, I can't be bothered with any of them!"

Chang Kong chuckled lightly: "Although I don't think much of the Ming Cult either, there's one thing: your perception is far too extreme."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King frowned deeply: "What?"

Yun Changkong said, "Actually, it's not just men who like beautiful women; it's also true that women love beauty. Some women who already have someone in their heart will inevitably be amazed by the handsome young man they see. This is purely out of a natural love of beauty. It's unfair that you hate men and look down on them because of this."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King smiled faintly and said, "You always have a lot of reasons. But no matter how beautiful your face is, sooner or later it will be covered in wrinkles, your teeth will fall out, and your face will look like an orange peel. What use is beauty then?"

Yun Changkong nodded and said, "Yes, God is fair. No matter how powerful you are or how skilled you are in martial arts, you still have to die. So we should think about living according to our own conscience. I should do what I want to do and not do what I don't want to do."

Just like you, if you were truly old and wrinkled, not to mention the late Brother Han, even someone as shallow as me wouldn't feel anything, because that's the meaning of life.

But you're clearly a beauty, yet you pretend to be ugly when you talk to me. It makes me uncomfortable, especially since we used to be so close. I feel like you're pushing me away, and I won't try to be nice to you when you don't reciprocate!

Upon hearing the word "buttocks," the Purple-Robed Dragon King spat several times, saying, "How can you be so vulgar?"

Chang Kong laughed and said, "You don't exactly look refined either."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King was perfectly ripe; it could be said that every part of her was beautiful, and every inch of her radiated a captivating heat. Under the pale moonlight, Yun Changkong was already delighted to see her flower-like beauty.

They laughed heartily again, and the moonlight, which was originally hazy, seemed to have lost its luster.

She was so stunning that it was almost overwhelming.

This was the first time Yun Changkong had ever seen such alluring charm since they met; it was something no flesh-and-blood human being could resist.

Yun Changkong felt as if his body was about to melt. He felt a surge of heat rushing from his dantian to his Niwan point. An indescribable impulse and desire rose up. A burst of heat blocked his throat, and he said in a trembling voice, "You are so beautiful."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King glanced at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and joy, a blush rising on his cheeks, but he said coldly, "Speak properly!"

"Amitabha!" Yun Changkong sighed and said, "I thought my willpower had greatly increased over the past three years, and no one in the world could move my heartstrings anymore. But after meeting you, I realized that your reputation as the number one beauty in the martial arts world has once again withstood the test."

The Purple-Robed Dragon King was taken aback, then lowered his head and muttered, "You chant Amitabha Buddha's name, yet you're a lustful demon. Aren't you afraid of going to hell for saying such cheap words?"

Chang Kong said urgently, "I'm not a lecher, I'm not saying this to save face, but to tell you the truth!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King snorted and said, "How can you prove it?"

Chang Kong said, "That proves it!" As he spoke, he had already embraced the Purple-Robed Dragon King.

For a moment, the Purple-Robed Dragon King was stunned.

She had expected Yun Changkong to offer to help her steal the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth from Bright Peak, but to her surprise, he simply pulled her into his arms.

"What are you going to do, hmph..." The Dragon King bit his lip, his eyes revealing a hint of resentment: "We can't make the same mistake again. Hmph, if you don't let me go, I will definitely kill you."

As she spoke, her whole body felt weak and numb, unable to rise, and her words sounded like soft panting. She had already closed her eyes.

Yun Changkong hugged her and fell down.

I felt as if I had forgotten everything in the world; the moonlit night was extremely still, and the Yellow River was extremely still as well.

All that's left is a heartbeat.

At this moment, Yun Changkong didn't care about right or wrong, good or bad, or the Arhat Subduing Demon Skill; to hell with them all.

All he wanted was this moment of happiness.

The madness of this moment.

Because he knows that if he doesn't go crazy right now, he definitely won't be happy.

If you're not happy, why the hell did you time travel? What's the point of all that hard training?
He jumped straight into the Yellow River, that was his fate.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King endured Yun Changkong's madness to the fullest extent possible.

In fact, she also admired Chang Kong's sharp edges and his heroic spirit!

If she weren't older and had children, she wouldn't have cared so much and would have confessed her love to Yun Changkong long ago.

At this moment, the two of them cast aside all the joys and sorrows, the vicissitudes of life, and forgot about them.

Whether their union was a mistake or absurd, no one can really say for sure.
Anyway, they didn't start out as mutually in love, but they ended up being inseparable.

This is just how life is—a life of indifference.

"Cheap wine is often complained of having few guests, and the bright moon is often obscured by clouds." In this world, sorrow outweighs joy. Therefore, being able to enjoy life while we can makes the most of it. Why worry about so much!
Whether it was the Purple-Robed Dragon King betraying his identity as a saintess, or Yun Changkong taking on the role of the successor of the "Arhat Subduing Demon Skill," both actions were courageous steps forward.

As the moon sets in the west and dawn breaks, the light shines on the face of the clouds in the sky.

He had just woken up.

He discovered that the Purple-Robed Dragon King had already woken up and was sitting on a rock on the riverbank, gazing at the Yellow River.

Yun Changkong got dressed and came up.

She heard it, but didn't turn around.

Seeing her graceful back view, flowing hair, and the white jade-like skin on the back of her neck, Yun Changkong's heart fluttered: "The title of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world is truly irresistible."

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "Seriously, after we go to Bright Peak, could we take a trip to the Azure Cold Pool?"

Knowing he had agreed, the Purple-Robed Dragon King glanced at him sideways and scolded, "What are you doing?"

Yun Changkong sat down beside her and said, "His purple robes are like flowers, his long sword is whiter than snow, and his figure is as cold as a blue pool. He has captivated countless heroes. Brother Han is fortunate to have seen him. If I were not to see him, I would be far inferior to him, which would be a great pity and a great loss!"

The Purple-Robed Dragon King blushed with embarrassment and said, "You cultivate Buddhist divine skills, yet you act in this way. Doesn't it diminish your merits? Aren't you afraid of going to hell?"

Yun Changkong laughed and said, "I used to think the same way. But last night I suddenly understood the true meaning of Buddhism!"

"Oh?" The Purple-Robed Dragon King asked solemnly, "What do you mean?"

Yun Changkong pointed one finger to the sky: "Shakyamuni said that I alone am the honored one in heaven and on earth, so I am the Buddha and can do whatever I want!"
Love when you should love, kill when you should kill!

What the hell is this about abandoning emotions and desires and practicing compassion?!
That's a fake Buddha!

A true Buddha must dare to think and act!

"Hehe..." The Purple-Robed Dragon King suddenly laughed, then sang: "In the end, this body cannot escape that day. Of a hundred years, few live to seventy. Fleeting years, like a rushing river." The song was extremely soft and ethereal, drifting over the Yellow River.

Yun Changkong laughed loudly, then immediately drew the Autumn God Sword and placed it across his lap. He flicked his fingers lightly, and the tinkling sound blended with the Purple-Robed Dragon King's song.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King looked at him with affection, her eyes sparkling with delight. As she sang, she revealed her fine, white pearly teeth, truly captivating.

She sang with great joy, resting her chin on her hand, and continued: "Coming like flowing water, going like the wind; I know not where I came from, nor where I will end!"

Yun Changkong found the lyrics too sorrowful. Seeing her posture, he thought of a song and immediately sang loudly: "Hands on your cheeks, a half-smile on your face, when will you step out of the troubles... The turmoil of the martial world will be borne by mediocre people..."

These are lyrics from a song about falling in love with Zhang Wuji. After being modified by Yun Changkong, they washed away all of the Purple-Robed Dragon King's sorrow, sending it away with the water. However, the Purple-Robed Dragon King blushed, his mind filled with thoughts, his heart filled with the image of Yun Changkong.

Seeing the Purple-Robed Dragon King's dazed look, Yun Changkong felt even more excited and sang again: "Where does my sword go? Love and hate are hard to choose between. My blade cuts through the sky. I understand neither right nor wrong."

……

A burst of wild laughter, a long sigh, and a life of carefree joy…

Before the song "Swords and Dreams" was finished, a whoosh was heard, and a gust of wind pierced the air as an arrow shot towards them.

Both Yun Changkong and the Purple-Robed Dragon King knew that the arrow was not meant to harm them, so they ignored it.

Sure enough, with a thud, the arrow struck the tree behind the two men.

Then, a few sweet giggles, clear as silver bells, drifted from not far behind, carried on the wind.

A young girl's voice said, "What a beautiful song and lyrics! How wonderful! I never imagined that Master Yun is not only a peerless martial artist, but also a man of great literary talent. I admire you so much!"

The voice was clear and crisp, with a touch of natural charm. Yun Changkong suddenly felt it was familiar and turned around to look.

A handsome young man in plain clothes appeared on the mountain path beside them. He looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with a face as smooth as jade and lips as red as cinnabar. He was dashing and heroic, yet as graceful as a girl.

Even in simple clothes, he exudes an air of ethereal elegance. Truly, he is handsome, graceful, and unparalleled.

But her expression at that moment was somewhat uncertain.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King couldn't help but think to himself, "This little girl is so beautiful, no less so than my daughter."

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