strictlysupreme Chapter 225 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber 3
Chapter 225 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber 3
As the dust of the battle settled, the noise in the inn gradually died down, replaced by the groans of the wounded and concerned inquiries from fellow disciples.
Everyone sat down to meditate, recovering their inner strength and healing their wounds. Nan Xi was unharmed, so she walked over to her fellow disciples who were seriously injured and used her inner strength to help them relieve their pain.
No one knew when the disciples of the Emei Sect had left, and the inn was in a mess. The owner seemed to be used to this and just cleaned up the mess with a sigh.
Song Yuanqiao took out a silver ingot and threw it to the boss. The boss immediately smiled and his hands moved more swiftly.
"Thank you, sir. I will clean it up right away and serve you new food. It won't disturb your meal."
Song Yuanqiao waved his hands. He only compensated his boss a little because he saw that he had suffered heavy losses. He had almost finished his meal.
After everyone in Wudang recovered a little, they returned to their room to rest.
As night fell, the town gradually became quiet. The lobby of the inn was still full of guests. There were no vacant rooms in the inn, so many people rested in the lobby.
The next morning, before the town had fully woken up, the Wudang people were ready to set off.
The people from the Emei Sect have disappeared; they left long ago.
Unexpectedly, two days later, the two teams met again in a dilapidated temple.
There were no villages or towns nearby, and only this dilapidated temple could provide some shelter. When the Wudang group entered the dilapidated temple, they found that there were already many people inside.
The women of Emei occupied a corner, which had been cleaned thoroughly. Master Miejue was meditating with her eyes closed.
"Qingshu, you can get more people to hunt some prey so we can fill our stomachs first."
Nan Xi agreed and took six fellow disciples out, asking them to act in groups of two. Nan Xi went to the river by herself.
When Nan Xi came back with the packed prey, the fire was already lit.
They brought back five rabbits, six pheasants, and many pheasant eggs, and Nan Xi also caught five big fish.
This was enough for the Wudang disciples to eat. The younger disciples started to cook, and Nan Xi finally had time to look around at the people in the temple.
She remembered that Zhang Wuji should have been hiding here as well, and had some conflicts with Ding Minjun of Emei.
After searching for a while, he finally found her behind the crowd. Zhang Wuji lowered his head, but he kept looking up at Zhou Zhiruo from time to time, making her impossible to ignore.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to realize that this person was her former playmate. She smiled and looked back from time to time.
Nan Xi withdrew her gaze and looked at the roof. There was a hole there. Wei Yixiao would escape from there. He captured the young disciple of the Emei Sect and sucked her blood, angering Master Miejue.
Nun Miejue opened her eyes and looked towards Nan Xi.
She remembered this boy. He was good at swordsmanship and his sword was also very good.
"Are you Song Yuanqiao's son?"
Nan Xi bowed and said, "Master, my name is Song Qingshu."
Nun Miejue nodded. That’s right, the eldest brother of the third generation of Wudang. It seems that Wudang has a successor.
She looked at her disciples and felt a little unhappy. None of them could compare to Song Qingshu. It seemed that she had to intensify her training after returning to the mountain gate.
Zhang Wuji raised his head and looked over. He had already seen the first uncle, the second uncle, the fourth uncle, the sixth uncle and the seventh uncle.
Unexpectedly, this tall, handsome, gentle and elegant young man is Brother Song Qingshu, the son of Uncle Song.
Zhang Wuji looked at Nan Xi with a little more eagerness. He had lived in Wudang Mountain for a period of time in his childhood, and his relationship with Senior Brother Song was not good.
But now Senior Brother Song seems very gentle as jade, maybe they can become good brothers now.
Nan Xi ignored his gaze. Although the original owner was no longer jealous of Zhang Wuji, he felt very aggrieved.
When Zhang Wuji came to Wudang Mountain with his parents, his master and uncles all loved him very much. Even his own father Song Yuanqiao was very caring towards Zhang Wuji and gave him all the love he had for himself.
Later, the beloved woman also fell in love with Zhang Wuji, so the original owner was so jealous of Zhang Wuji.
"Zhiruo, you two are of similar age, so you could communicate more."
Nun Miejue spoke again, and everyone understood the hidden meaning of her words. The Wudang uncles stroked their beards and smiled, and the sisters and brothers from the Emei Sect also winked at each other and started to tease each other.
Because Master Miejue was too serious, no one dared to joke with her. Nan Xi bowed to Zhou Zhiruo and sat back on the ground.
Xiaoying poked his head out from his arms and smelled the fragrance. Now that he had a body, he could taste the food.
Although it is a spirit and does not need to eat but only absorbs spiritual energy, the fragrance makes it drool.
Nan Xi tore off a pheasant wing and handed it to Xiaoying, who then sat down and started eating the wing.
There was a cry of surprise in the Emei Sect, and all the women looked towards Xiaoying.
"Wow...what a cute white fox."
"I really want to touch it. It must be very soft."
"It would be nice if I could hug you."
Song Yuanqiao was somewhat displeased. It was undesirable to attract a lot of attention. He glared at Nan Xi.
Nan Xi was only focused on feeding the animals and didn't notice the eyes around her at all.
Song Yuanqiao had no choice but to shake his head and picked up the grilled fish to eat.
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The night was as dark as ink. The firelight in the dilapidated temple flickered gracefully. The female disciples of the Emei Sect sat around the fire, talking in low voices, trying to dispel the night's chill.
"Hahaha……"
A burst of arrogant laughter was heard, and everyone was startled and looked around.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the temple door was pushed open by a powerful force for no reason. A black shadow rushed in like a ghost.
The black shadow moved extremely quickly and was next to a female Emei disciple before anyone could react.
"what--"
The female disciple let out a scream. The black shadow looked pale with a sickly red at the corner of his mouth. He was obviously injured and in urgent need of treatment.
He grabbed the female disciple's shoulders without saying a word, and used his lightness skills to fly towards the hole in the roof. In mid-air, he couldn't help but bare his sharp teeth and bit the neck of the woman in his arms.
"Stop!" Nun Miejue shouted sternly, and drew her sword. The sword light was as fast as lightning, pointing directly at Wei Yixiao.
With a cold snort, Nun Miejue emerged from the darkness like a ghost. Her eyes were like lightning, locking onto Wei Yixiao who was healing.
"Demon, today is the day you die!" Nun Miejue's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion. With a wave of her hand, the Sword of Heavenly Sword streaked across the sky like a meteor, pointing directly at Wei Yixiao's vital points.
There was a gleam of cruelty in Wei Yixiao's eyes. Although he was an excellent martial artist, he could not completely avoid the sword of Master Miejue while he was injured.
He shook his body and threw the woman in his arms out, barely avoiding a fatal blow, but the young disciple was split in half by the Yitian Sword.
Nun Miejue was furious, and the Sword of the Heavenly Sword became even sharper. Wei Yixiao could not dodge, and the sword energy left a deep scar on his body.
"Old Nun Miejue, we have no grudge against each other, so why bother forcing each other?" Wei Yixiao shouted angrily, dodging repeatedly in an attempt to escape using his lightness skills.
However, Master Miejue's swordsmanship was so superb that each of her swords carried a sharp sword energy, blocking all of Wei Yixiao's retreat routes.
The tip of her sword trembled, and countless sword shadows appeared, surrounding Wei Yixiao.
Zhang Wuji became anxious upon seeing this, as these were people under his grandfather's command, and he had to find a way to protect them.
At this moment, he could no longer hide his identity. Zhang Wuji stepped forward and said loudly: "Master, please show mercy. King Wei is already injured. Let him go."
Nun Miejue glanced at Zhang Wuji coldly, her sword still raging: "Who are you? This evil man has committed many evil things. If we don't get rid of him today, he will become a big trouble in the future."