Free Web NovelQingji was once a scourge around Zhenwu Mountain.
During his travels down the mountain, he made countless enemies, causing everyone to want to get rid of him quickly.
He had experienced more “righteous backstabs” than Lu Yibei had red threads of fate.
Compared to those who wanted his life, Lu Yibei's sneak attack could already be called a sunny girl...
...
The wind howled in his ears, and his body continued to fall.
Looking up at Lu Yibei, who was chasing after him with a giant sword, Qingji's face sank.
So that girl wasn't a great-granddaughter-in-law, but a phantom formed by a Spiritual Energy item?
I was happy for nothing! I thought you finally got it and brought a girl back to meet the family!
Hmph, since you want to practice swordsmanship, this Old man will practice with you properly! Qingji thought.
As his thoughts went, his body also reacted quickly.
In an instant, every muscle exerted force accurately and nimbly.
Accompanied by a series of slight popping sounds, Qingji's figure rolled in mid-air in a strange posture, quickly regaining balance.
That feeling of flowing like clouds and water was like an ace pilot effortlessly completing a difficult “falling leaf” maneuver.
Thus, Spiritual Energy surged, and Body Double appeared under his feet.
With each step, there were loud bangs and vibrations, and air waves spread.
Surrounded by tall buildings, Qingji's figure was like a sharp arrow shooting straight into the sky, drawing a slightly curved silver-white trajectory.
Like a meteor.
He flew towards Lu Yibei, who was dragging out a dazzling firelight with the giant sword in her hand.
In an instant, they were close at hand.
"Clang--!"
The silver-white long sword and the flame-light giant sword collided violently in mid-air, followed by a sky full of chaotic sword light.
Accompanied by countless sword edge collisions in an instant, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted.
Terrifying air waves, like a tsunami, surged in all directions, hitting the outer walls of tall buildings and tearing open cracks.
Countless bricks and stones disintegrated and fell downwards.
A moment later, the sword light dissipated, the wind and waves subsided, and everything returned to tranquility.
Lu Yibei flew back from the aftershock of the collision, her head tilted back, and blood splashed out a crimson arc. Then, like a withered leaf, she floated down from the air and crashed onto the empty street.
"Thump--!"
A mess!
Standing on Body Double, Qingji stretched his neck and ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) looked down. After seeing the pile of flesh that couldn't be covered by two or three layers of mosaic, he shook his head. freēwebnovel.com
"After changing a sword, the level has dropped a lot... This is completely unacceptable!"
Talking to himself, his gaze fell on Xuan Ying Luofu, which had fallen with Lu Yibei. He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and slashed an empty sword.
The sword edge drew a silver arc, and with a "Zheng!" sound, it immediately turned into a giant sword of similar length to Xuan Ying Luofu.
"Since she changed weapons, this Old man will cooperate with her."
He could also use the Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration with a giant sword.
A true master, let alone a giant sword, could use swordsmanship even with a lamppost!
Qingji thought, and the smile on his face gradually became twisted.
He floated down onto the rooftop, and two dog barks came.
"Woof woof!"
Qingji looked in the direction of the sound and saw Little White Dog wagging its tail and bouncing over, looking very friendly and close.
"Go away..."
"Woo... woo... woo..." Little White Dog let out a whining sound.
Qingji, "..."
After two seconds of silence, he squatted down and stroked Little White Dog's head.
"Don't worry, your Master will be back in a moment."
He didn't want to touch Little White Dog at first, but he couldn't resist the round ball of snow rolling around in front of him, whining.
That appearance reminded Qingji of Da Huang, the dog he and Lu Yuebo adopted many years ago.
That was a rare warm time between father and son.
Just as Qingji was immersed in his memories, Little White Dog's eyes suddenly flashed with scarlet and ferocious light. It pounced into his arms, and a chaotic and violent silver light burst out from under its fur.
"Boom--!"
Memories are beautiful, but reality is tragic.
In a loud bang, the entire rooftop was enveloped in a white light.
Qingji, "???"
If you're going to practice swordsmanship, then practice swordsmanship! It should be a proper sword fight, right?
What's with letting the dog out?
Are you a sore loser?
At this moment, Qingji realized that the dogs of the past were truly dogs, but the dogs of today were truly "dogs".
They can even act cute to "explode" and deceive!
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In a dead silence, Lu Yibei was like a duckweed caught in a rapid current, drifting and sinking in the darkness.
The pain that seemed to completely cut off her vitality constantly invaded her nerves, but she seemed completely indifferent.
She had long been used to dying while practicing swordsmanship, and sometimes she even felt a little excited.
Of course, this wasn't some strange habit she had acquired, but the joy brought by harvest.
Just as Qingji had said from the beginning, every time she failed, she could learn the simplest, most basic, and most important things in battle—how to kill the enemy, and how to avoid being killed.
Closing her eyes and clearing her mind, the scenes from the few seconds before she lost just now began to flash back in Lu Yibei's mind...
Just now, although she had tried her best to change the posture, strength, and angle of her sword strikes to cooperate with and adapt to Xuan Ying Luofu.
After clashing with Qingji continuously for more than ten times, she still made a mistake.
The giant sword in her hand was deflected.
The tip of the sword was less than a centimeter higher than expected.
Although this slight deviation, which couldn't even be considered a mistake, might be negligible when fighting others.
But if the opponent was Qingji, and it was Qingji with complete memories, then it was a fatal flaw!
Acutely capturing the moment she made a mistake, Qingji's sword momentum suddenly changed.
The silver-white spine of the long sword swept past Xuan Ying Luofu, bringing up a string of sparks. The sound of metal friction continuously erupted until the end of the light-flame giant sword, and then suddenly vibrated.
With exquisite muscle control techniques, combined with brilliant sword skills, Qingji endlessly superimposed, transformed, and strengthened that vibration, erupting into a terrifying sword dance.
In fact, she had captured every one of Qingji's movements through anticipation.
However, her swordsmanship was already inferior to Qingji's. After losing the initiative, even if she anticipated Qingji's movements, she had no room to fight back and could only defend frantically and clumsily.
Thus, one step wrong, every step wrong.
Small mistakes gradually evolved into fatal deviations.
Just like a micrometer-level orbital deviation can cause a rocket to deviate from its intended orbit.
Finally, Qingji's sword dance connected into a whole, like a tsunami, with destructive power, forcefully opening a gap in her hastily formed defense.
And then...
The long sword shot out like a poisonous snake, driving straight in, aiming directly for the throat.
In the instant her consciousness gradually dissipated, a trace of Rejoice rose in Lu Yibei's heart.
Just as she had thought, after changing the sword, it would take some time to adapt.
Even if Xuan Ying Luofu were replaced with another Spiritual Energy item of similar size and weight to Lingtai Pure Karma, the result would be the same.
After all, there is only one Lingtai Pure Karma in this world, and it is impossible for anything else to be exactly the same.
As long as it's different, mistakes will occur, and mistakes can be fatal.
Therefore, Lu Yibei was very glad that these mistakes were revealed in front of Qingji, not some enemy...
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When Lu Yibei opened her eyes again, there was still a vivid sharp pain in her throat.
She took a few deep breaths, adapted to the discomfort brought by death, and looked around. She didn't see Qingji, only radial bloodstains all over the ground.
She looked around for a while, her gaze falling on Xuan Ying Luofu in the center of the rooftop, who was resting with her eyes closed. Lu Yibei walked over, squatted down, and asked, "Sister, do you know where my Ancestor went?"
Little White Dog is also gone...
It couldn't be that he went for a walk, right?
Do elderly people like this kind of exercise?
Xuan Ying Luofu lifted her eyelids, tilted her head slightly, her gaze averted from Lu Yibei, looked behind her, and calmly said, "Behind you."
"Huh?"
After a moment of stunned, Lu Yibei turned around to look behind her and saw Qingji, with a gloomy face, swinging a giant sword at her.
Lu Yibei's pupils constricted slightly. She quickly grabbed Xuan Ying Luofu's wrist and almost instinctively swung her arm backward.
Thus, a deafening roar erupted, and surging air waves spread across the rooftop, blowing away Little White Dog, who had just opened its eyes.
A moment later.
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"Tsk tsk! Weak thrusts, unstable slashes, sluggish defense, distorted footwork, not a single decent move. That's not how you use a giant sword."
"How is it used?"
"Watch carefully, like this!"
"Pfft--!"
...
"Stop fighting, stop fighting! The child has been beaten silly!"
"Pfft--!"
...
"Old man, you were blown up by Little White Dog, how can you take it out on me? If you have the guts, go kill the dog!"
"If you raise it but don't teach it, it's your fault!" Qingji said coldly, "Didn't you say it was your biological child?"
Lu Yibei, "???"
“Poof poof poof——!”
Amidst a series of muffled thuds of flesh and blood, Lu Yibei's incomplete body fell to the ground like a broken rag doll.
Tonight was another long-awaited, pleasant teaching session...
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The dawn was like a spark, igniting the night veil, letting light sweep over the hills and illuminate the mountains within the Zhenwu Mountain Scenic Area.
It wasn't until the third chime of the morning bell at Da Chunyang Palace that Hua Sang reluctantly poked her head out of the covers.
Sitting on the bed, rubbing her messy long hair, she reached under the pillow for a hair tie, tied her hair perfunctorily, and turned to look at the three small mountains of clothes piled up.
The first pile, in the storage bag, was all clothes too dirty to wear out, needing a good wash on an auspicious day.
The second pile was on the small sofa, not very dirty, and acceptable if Master couldn't stand it and offered to wash them.
The third pile on the bedside table was 'clean' clothes that had only been worn a few times.
After sitting on the bed for a while until her consciousness completely left her dreams, Hua Sang reached into the pile of clothes on the bedside table, grabbed one, threw it on haphazardly, then got out of bed, slipped on her perennial flip-flops, grabbed her fishing rod, and leisurely walked out the door towards the back mountain of Da Chunyang Palace.
Walking on the mountain path from Qiaoyuan Villa to the back mountain, basking in the bright sunlight filtering through the dense branches and leaves, she took a deep breath, her expression one of enjoyment.
At times like this, she always felt that the saying, "The morning is the best time for the day's work," made perfect sense.
In early summer on Zhenwu Mountain, the midday sun was too strong, and the evening was heavy with dusk; only the morning sun was most suitable for sunbathing while sleeping.
“Buzz buzz——buzz buzz——!”
When Hua Sang was about three hundred meters away from the Cold Pool on the back mountain, her phone vibrated.
Taking out her phone and answering the call, she heard Lu Yibei's voice.
“Damn it, why did you take so long to answer?”
“Hmm...” Hua Sang pondered for a moment, then said lightly, “Sorry, my phone is usually on silent.”
“Forget it, forget it, let me ask you something, for dumplings, do you like leek filling, cabbage filling, or celery filling?”
What kind of question is that? Hua Sang thought for a moment, “Do I have to eat them? I usually only eat one meal a day, it's more convenient.”
“Amazing! So if you absolutely had to choose one kind of dumpling to eat?”
“Oh...” Hua Sang thought seriously, “Then I prefer the three-fresh filling...”
“Hiss! Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Didn't you make me choose one? If it's really not possible, how about mixing all three together?” Hua Sang said helplessly, “I feel like all three are similar, mixing them together avoids the dilemma, it's more convenient!”
“You said that!”
“Mm-hmm.” Hua Sang nodded.
“Alright, wait at the usual spot!”
After Lu Yibei finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
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Ten minutes later, at the edge of the Cold Pool on the back mountain of Da Chunyang Palace.
As usual, Hua Sang sat cross-legged on the large stone that was big enough for one person, skillfully taking out the leftover food from the previous night, which was in a convenient bag she carried in her worn cloth bag, and scattered it into the Cold Pool.
Baiting the spot was an important preparatory step before fishing, and fishing for turtles was no different.
After baiting the spot and just setting up her fishing rod, she smelled a fragrance drifting into her nostrils.
Following the scent, she saw Lu Yibei approaching her, holding a large plate of freshly cooked dumplings, and squatting down.
Hua Sang examined Lu Yibei, her gaze sweeping over her slightly sunken cheeks and resting on her heavy dark circles.
“Is this the bait you're trying today? Did you make it all night?”
Thinking of Lu Yibei cooking all night, Hua Sang felt a strange admiration.
In a sense, someone who could make dumplings all night was even more abnormal than Fu Xinyi who stayed up all night resting...
“Of course not, I was just trained by Ancestor all night.” Lu Yibei pouted, there was nothing about Qingji that needed to be hidden from Hua Sang.
“Don't think I'm just placating you! I originally carefully prepared a pot of broth yesterday, planning to make a Pearl Emerald White Jade Soup, but that Old man Zhang Huainan stole it.”
“...” Looking at Lu Yibei, silent for two seconds, Hua Sang nodded, “That does sound like something the Sect Leader would do.”
“Alright, dumplings are okay too... By the way, you have to rush back to Hua City by plane, right? Hurry up and go?”
As Hua Sang spoke, she reached out to take the plate of dumplings from Lu Yibei's hand.
“What are you thinking!” Lu Yibei moved the plate of dumplings aside, “These are for you to eat, not for you to fish for turtles.”
“For me?” Hua Sang was startled.
“Aren't I leaving now? Farewell dumplings!” Lu Yibei said.
“Farewell...” Hua Sang tilted her head, “Aren't you the one leaving?”
“Although I'm the one leaving, depending on the chosen reference point, it can also be seen as you leaving my side, it's the same!” Lu Yibei explained.
Hua Sang, “...”
What a peculiar way of thinking... As expected of you!
Muttering inwardly, she silently accepted the plate of dumplings that Lu Yibei handed over.
Seeing this, Lu Yibei stood up and stretched her joints, “Alright, I'll be going now.”
“Okay, I'll wait for you to come back.” Hua Sang nodded.
“No problem.”
Lu Yibei responded and quickly walked towards the Shui Shu Beast waiting in the woods.
Vaguely, a low murmur drifted on the wind.
“Elder Sister, are you interested in flying to Hua City for some fun? I'll buy you a standing ticket...”
Hua Sang, “...”
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Early morning.
After supervising the disciples' morning class with He Zhuyan, Zhang Huainan returned to Lan Yue Cave on the back mountain. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the plate of still steaming dumplings on the table inside.
He walked over, sat down at the table, and saw the small card attached to the plate of dumplings.
The small card read: 【Old man, I'm leaving! I saw you were supervising the morning study just now, so I didn't disturb you.
Thank you for taking care of me during this time. I don't have much to repay you with, so please have a plate of dumplings!
Left by Lu Yibei.】
After reading the small card left by Lu Yibei, Zhang Huainan couldn't help but chuckle, “Ha, this brat!”
“Just don't cause any more trouble, and remove the two words 'Disaster' from the wanted list as soon as possible, that would be the best repayment...”
Despite saying this, Zhang Huainan's gaze still fell on the plate of dumplings, and he couldn't help but swallow.
He had tasted the broth Lu Yibei stewed yesterday, and he highly approved of Lu Yibei's cooking skills.
However, when he picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks, dipped it in vinegar, and eagerly put it in his mouth, chewing a couple of times, his face suddenly changed, and he let out a muffled groan, spitting everything out onto the floor, including his breakfast from today.
Leek, celery, cabbage, mixed with meat filling, interspersed with a bit of cilantro, created a hellish, intense flavor...
Enough to shake the will of a Calamity level being!
“Hoo—hoo—!”
Taking a few deep breaths and adjusting his breathing, Zhang Huainan sat up straight again, squinting his eyes, and examined the plate of dumplings on the table for a moment. He silently took out the jade bao sang cang xiao badge, infused it with Spiritual Energy, and contacted the Elders of Da Chunyang Palace.
“Come to Lan Yue Cave in a moment, this old man has made some dumplings...”
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Hua Sang didn't eat breakfast and went straight to the edge of the Cold Pool. Her stomach was empty, so naturally, there was nothing to throw up.
However, after tasting a dumpling made by Lu Yibei, she still lay on the ground for about an hour.
After recovering her state, she sat up, silently retracted her fishing rod, hooked a dumpling onto it, and threw it into the Cold Pool.
This dumpling was 'poisonous', maybe it would poison that old turtle and she could catch it?
Thinking this, Hua Sang's gaze was fixed on the red fishing float bobbing on the water.
Then.
With a splash, the fishing float sank into the deep Cold Pool. The water surface seemed to boil, churning violently, forming a vortex, and emitting dense white mist.
It was like fishing in a reservoir and hooking onto an old man's swimming trunks.
A terrifying, unusual pull came from the fishing rod...
Immediately after, before Hua Sang could even react, the fishing rod in her hand snapped with a 'crack' and turned into powder.
Looking at the Cold Pool that had returned to calmness, she was lost in thought for a long time, feeling a sense of loss.
