Hunting Heart Little Mengxian: Rebirth and Raising a Wolf

Chapter 23 Itchy fingertips

In the seventeen years of continuous growth in this human world, the "wolf boy" has always been in a state of trying to get rid of the fact that Li Wu's remaining fairy soul and Rong Xiao's remaining demon soul coexist in his body.

I have to let myself try my best to adapt to and accept the contradictory state.

Every time he switches to the perspective of the God of War, Li Wu, and experiences his heart-wrenching emotions for Lan Jingchu, the young man always feels unspeakable pain.

When he was a child, he always thought that the scenes that originally belonged to Li Wu's past life memories were just whimsical dreams he had after reading too many storybooks and listening to too many dramas.

But later, as time went by, he went from being ignorant and incomprehensible at the beginning to gradually becoming accustomed to the names "Li Wu" and "Lan Jingchu".

In fact, he truly believed more and more that he had really been the "God of Destiny" who only appeared in ancient myths and legends and on silks painted by painters.

Some past scenes resurfaced in his mind, and the young man subconsciously became silent. He lowered his head and looked at the two injuries on his heart and liver. They seemed to have almost completed self-repair and were almost healed.

Hearing that the people around him stopped moving and responding for a while, Jiu Xiaohan didn't know what Liang Ziyu was thinking or doing.

Even she herself didn't know why, but she was always a little flustered that she couldn't accurately describe when the other person was so quiet at the moment.

Her voice is very light and soft, and people who don't know her will not be able to imagine her bravery and heroic deeds. She once used martial arts, outsmarted black wolves, blew up a cave, and buried ten wild wolf demons alive.

Jiu Xiaohan asked slowly, breaking the silence between the two of them:

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you? I haven't spoken for a long time!"

"Okay, Sister Xiaohan, please write it again. It seems that the character 'Liang' in my last name and the character 'Han' in your name are both very rich in strokes..."

"Master...well, he is a wandering healer who started his career many years ago. He has no name or surname. When he travels around the world, he always calls himself 'You Wuming' to others.

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"Yes! Practice more and over time, you will be familiar with it soon!"

"Then Sister Xiaohan's master, the Wuming Immortal, gave his sister the name 'Xiaohan', probably not just because the old man met his infant sister at that time. It was Xiaohan's solar term, right?"

Moreover, they had clearly agreed not long ago that since she and Liang Ziyu became sworn brothers with different surnames, they would be honest with each other and not hide anything from each other.

"Maybe. The word 'cold' is originally opposite to 'summer'. It also has many other meanings such as coldness, poverty, humbleness, sadness, fear, etc. However, in my opinion, the word 'cold' has a certain meaning.

It has the meaning of cultivating oneself in solitude, purifying one’s mind and cultivating one’s nature.”

After the young man finished speaking, he imitated Jiu Xiaohan's previous appearance, and instead he wrote on her palm.

Jiu Xiaohan gathered the outer corner of his short-breasted Taoist robe around his waist, holding the "Pure Sword" soft sword, and the softness of his movements exuded a sense of indomitable heroism.

Jiu Xiaohan nodded, and after casually responding, he no longer mentioned the suggestion of inviting Liang Ziyu to join the sect in the future.

After all, the ten fingers touching each other are always connected to their hearts...

Seventy thousand years ago, when Lan Jing was first learning to practice the "Book of Heaven", she once said exactly the same words to Immortal Li Wu.

Jiu Xiaohan, whose eyes were still wrapped around the white ribbon embroidered with the word "Nine", was actually practicing sword dancing on the snow in the front yard.

Then, just as he was about to move his arm back, Jiu Xiaohan spread out Liang Ziyu's left palm again, and used his fingertips to write "boy" in her name for him one by one, stroke by stroke, clearly.

Written clearly, she said slowly:

The young man quickly stretched out his hand and gently pressed her moving arm:

She didn't want to go to a private school in Sanqing Realm at all, let alone read from the textbook with those fairy boys she never knew.

"Ziyu, if you forget how to write these words for a moment, just ask me at any time."

"Ziyu, can you tell me now, what were you thinking about when you were silent just now?"

By the way, this silly girl really has no imagination!

Could it be that the relationship between the two of them, apart from being siblings in the martial arts world and being siblings in the same family, can only be that of master and disciple?

Obviously, she is lying.

This was the first time that the boy had touched her eyes, her brows and feet, her skin, her facial bones...

So, taking advantage of the opportunity he wanted to show off, the "Wolf Boy" quickly stood up and put the thick black wolf fur cloak they were wearing on Jiu Xiaohan's back shoulder.

For a long time just now, while Jiu Xiaohan was holding the palm of his hand to write and teach calligraphy, the young man always vaguely felt:

The two hearts in my body seemed to be beating at the same time with Jiu Xiaohan's slender, snow-like fingertips; from beginning to end, they were beating in a chaotic rhythm.

No wonder, her master "Hunting Guard Taoist" Wuweizi once described Jiu Xiaohan like this:

The orphan has blue eyes and is born with endless ambition; he is born as a human dragon and dies as a ghost hero.

"good!"

"I'm fine, the bleeding from the wound has stopped!"

"Sister Xiaohan, why don't you strike while the iron is hot and teach me how to write your name?"

However, if she encounters a provocation from a powerful, malicious and difficult opponent, she can escape very quickly and escape without being seriously injured, so there should be no problem.

"That's natural!"

"Yes. I will. As long as I have some free time, I will practice calligraphy more!"

She slowly pulled up Liang Ziyu's arm with both hands, and kept getting closer to her face, letting his fingertips touch the words on the light-proof white ribbon that covered her eyes.

At most, Li Wu only taught her the art of flying with a sword in the style of soaring into the clouds and flying in the mist, and the art of quick-stepping and lightness in the star-shifting style.

"'Nine' means two strokes; 'Xiao' means three strokes. There are very few strokes, so it's easy to remember, right?"

At that time, Lan Jingchu was just a young and cute little fairy.

The young man hesitated and suddenly said this sentence:

"I... I was just... practicing calligraphy silently in my own mind! Yes, I reviewed it several times to become proficient in the strokes of the three characters of my name."

"OK!"

As Jiu Xiaohan spoke, he touched the inner pocket of the cuff of his Taoist robe.

"Uh...oh!"

"That's how the character '九' in Jiu - Xiao - Han - is written. There are only two strokes. It's very simple, isn't it?"

The young man responded, then took the full bottle of Qingxin powder and put it into his arms as if he had found a treasure.

He glanced outside the dilapidated wooden palace door again, and saw that the beautiful little figure beside the small stove that was still burning at the door had long since disappeared.

Jiu Xiaohan smiled, but felt that what Liang Ziyu just said was very interesting:

"Haha! Do you practice calligraphy silently in your mind?"

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When he returned to the room from the back door of the main hall of the Guanyin Temple, the young man found that his black wolf skin cloak had been laid back on the pile of dry cattail mats where he had been lying before.

"Ziyu, are the wounds on your body hurting again? I still have some self-made Qingxin analgesic powder here. I'll give it to you."

However, he suddenly thought that he should not have exposed Jiu Xiaohan so early that he had such a strange self-healing power, so he changed his tone in time:

"However, there is indeed a dull pain in some places! But, Sister Xiaohan, you gave me all the painkilling powder, where are you?"

"um, yes."

His fingers were obviously shaking slightly; for some reason, suddenly, a heat spread from his fingertips to all over his body.

That "Pure Chun" follows her everywhere like a shadow. Her figure is agile, graceful and beautiful. Her moves are so masterful that it makes people's eyes dizzy.

Naturally, the young man was least willing to hear this, especially what she said next.

"Ziyu, you don't have to worry too much! If we are destined to meet each other, we will meet! If you and I are not too close in age, and I am not a newbie with limited abilities, I will be very happy to accept it.

You are my disciple!"

However, in order to avoid developing her bad habit of being competitive and violent in martial arts, Li Wu never followed her wish and truly accepted her as a disciple and taught her martial arts.

But the young man acted so unconcerned, he believed that what she said was the truth, and even deliberately looked regretful:

"Since the unknown elder is often wandering around, I am afraid that it is difficult to have a chance to meet and pay homage to him. The master-disciple relationship between me and his old man may not be destined!"

After all, although the life in Qingxin Temple is relatively satisfying and stable, she does not want to see from the bottom of her heart that one day, Liangzi Yuhui and some people who once carried the "Bounty Hunting Guard" token will have great ambitions.

The brothers who went down the mountain and never came back died inexplicably and in vain.

It’s like saying: written on your palm prints, engraved in the bottom of my heart!

Jiu Xiaohan felt particularly guilty for this. However, how could she know at this moment that she was not the only one who did not tell the truth?

Stay alone to cultivate your moral character, purify your mind and cultivate your nature...

However, she did not expect that the other party changed the topic and interrupted the second half of what she wanted to say but had not yet said:

Jiu Xiaohan said "hmm" and continued to write the word "han" seriously on his slender palm:

"Do you understand? Do you need me to write it again?"

When Jiu Xiaohan heard what he said, he knew that he still needed Qingxin powder to help relieve pain. He took out a pure white small porcelain bottle from the inner pocket of his sleeve and stuffed it into Liangziyu's hand:

"Oh! Indeed. I have memorized these two words. I will write them for you, right?"

"Oh? Really? I don't know if I should ask: What kind of master is Sister Xiaohan's master?"

Therefore, she clung to Liwu, tried every means to please him, and begged him to teach her how to read and write.

The interpretation and refinement of these eight words may be the personal experience that Jiu Xiaohan has gained from living in the realm of Qingxin Guan for the past twenty years.

"If it were my master here, knowing how hard you work, he would definitely accept you as his disciple without hesitation! He likes you the most, a child who is so eager to learn, and also very hardworking and self-disciplined.

La……"

However, her nature was lively and active, and she was not good at sitting for long periods of time. Whenever she stepped into the ancient and modern building next to the morning and evening hall, which Li Wu had not allowed anyone to enter, she began to follow Li Wu in reading a lot of books and practicing calligraphy; but she

She would often hold her chin up in a daze, or drift off to sleep. When Li Wu found out that she was being lazy, she would use this sentence to offend him.

Hearing his somewhat regretful tone and pondering for a moment, Jiu Xiaohan smiled extraordinarily softly, comforted him and said:

In order to strengthen Liang Ziyu’s memory and understanding of this word, Jiu Xiaohan added:

"Actually, many characters with rich strokes like 'Liang' and 'Han' have rich meanings. For example, from the appearance of the character 'Han', it looks like a person sitting alone

He stayed indoors with a straw mat and a straw felt, but despite this, there was ice and snow outside the house, and he still felt very cold."

It seems that although Jiu Xiaohan has poor eyesight, her perception and insight into the outside world are not inferior.

However, at that time, Li Wu loved her very much, and he never criticized her too much for her character, which was fond of movement but not quiet, not good at poetry and prose, and focused on force...

"Leave it all at your place! If you find time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I'll take advantage of the darkness at night to find a place to collect some dry medicinal materials and grind them myself, that's it!"

Then, he walked alone to a corner in the backyard of the temple for easy access.

In other words, she has no real abilities and is confident enough to find trouble and fight with others.

Moreover, it seems that Jiu Xiaohan has a premonition that she can definitely find an opportunity in the future to persuade Liang Ziyu to join their Qingxin sect.

However, the young man did not know for the time being that this "Nine" was embroidered for her by Wu Yan, Jiu Xiaohan's 17th junior brother, with his own hands.

After finishing speaking, before the words were finished, the young man had already naturally and appropriately withdrawn his own palm from Jiu Xiaohan.

The swordsmanship he wields is free and elegant, and his steps are brisk and agile. He moves like a flying phoenix in the sky or a dragon on the sea, and is as quiet as a pine tree on a cliff or a jade pillar holding up the sky.

Following the rhythm of Jiu Xiaohan's sword swing, the broken walls in the courtyard and the broken snow on the dry grass and branches also started to fly all over the sky, spreading freely, with beautiful form and meaning, and full of connotative power.

"This girl is blind, but her heart is not blind!"

"She is only twenty years old. It is really commendable that she can so profoundly understand the realm of the unity of man and sword!"

"Wuweizi is a wise old man. Even if he dies now, he will be able to rest in peace - he will have a successor!"

(End of chapter)