After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 20 The Soul of the Sword
When Yun heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously picked up his apprentice's storage ring.

Pulled out a herb shovel.

As soon as he picked it up, he couldn't help but think of the three apprentices he had taken.

The boss is a danxiu who loves to practice medicine and save people. If he occasionally spends half a year in the valley, then most of them stay in the medicine field and elixir room.

The second child is a lover of dancing and writing. He spends all day practicing calligraphy and painting in the house, and when he travels occasionally, he pretends to be an ordinary scholar and has been robbed several times.

Although the third child is a decent talisman cultivator, probably because she has never left the embroidery needle since she was a child, and she can't change it even after practicing. The head to toe outfits of everyone in Ruoshui Pavilion are made by her.

It stands to reason that if the three of them can't fight, they should be able to earn Lingshi.

But after all these years, Ruoshui Pavilion didn't save any wealth. When the mountain protection formation was opened yesterday, most of the stored spirit stones were directly consumed.

The remaining ones are too embarrassing to take them out to send away his disciples and grandchildren.

Especially among these disciples and grandchildren, Yun Weixian was also included.

Yun Weixian didn't know that he thought so much while looking at the shovel, and thoughtfully pointed out the location for him.

"Here, let's dig."

"Yes."

Yun respectfully responded, and then lowered the shovel, remembering while digging, did he put something underneath?
But after all, every plant and tree in this valley, attics and pavilions, and even every piece of land and caves are created by him bit by bit.

The same is true for the magic circle.

As time goes by, it is inevitable that some small details will be forgotten.

When the shovel touched the hard pear tree, he suddenly remembered—yes, when he was planting a pear tree, he buried a box underneath.

What's in the box... Yun stopped his movements and raised his eyes: "Second Martial Uncle, can you not read it? It's not something precious."

And he had already dug up everything that needed to be dug, leaving only a layer of soil, Yun Weixian ignored him, and pulled out the box directly.

It's not big, it can hold a medicine bottle at most.

Yun Weixian patted the dirt on the box, and remembered that this was the healing pill she used to pack and send to Yun Que from time to time.

After the elixir is finished, he will return the bottle and box to her, which is very frugal.

Could it be the last pill she gave him in it?

But there is no need to bury it.

Yun Weixian didn't feel that there was anything inside that she couldn't see, so after checking that it wasn't sealed with a talisman, she opened the lid directly.

The cold light flickered slightly, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring.

Inside is a fragment of the sword body. Although the sword intent dissipated in an instant like a mirror flower and water moon, it can still be felt that its owner is not shallow.

However, this sword intent is familiar and intimate to her, and at the same time it is cruel and cold.

Yun Weixian couldn't speak for a moment, nor did he move.

But Yun almost held his breath, and after a while, seeing that she didn't seem to be fluctuating much, he opened his mouth.

"Master... At that time, the sword was broken, but for some reason, I searched all over Qingcang Mountain, and only found this piece."

"is it?"

Yun Weixian stretched out his hand to caress the fragments of the sword, and vaguely felt the same aura as hers. After a pause, he laughed.

This smile is a rare joy.

"It's still better, willing to die with me."

She was too ridiculous, she was clearly the soul of the dead under the sword, but the soul was still attached to the fragments of the sword body, and remained for so many years.

But Yun looked at her smile, hesitated to speak, and finally just lowered his head, with a pitiful look of being beaten or scolded.

Yun Weixian didn't do what he thought, so she fell into reminiscence and couldn't extricate herself from it. After laughing, she put the box aside casually and turned to his veins.

"Tell me how you died."

(End of this chapter)