who doesn't have a sword

Chapter 514 It's You
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On the banks of the drowsy Huangquan River, there are a few light ghosts wandering.

Most of the old ghosts dare not approach the river, for fear of being dragged down and devoured by the remnant souls in the river.

Ye Nuan staggered along, she was one of the few old ghosts who dared to approach the river, she bowed her head on the bank, looking for ghost grass that can strengthen the soul power and repair the soul.

This grass germinates every nine years and grows one leaf every ten years. After 99 years, it becomes mature and usable.

It grows on the bank of Huangquan, but not everyone can pick it.

Like a ginseng spirit in the world, it can not only run, but also hide itself.

If it is not picked within ten days after it grows up, its bracts will fall off automatically, and the grass leaves will return to the underworld as soul power.

Only by pulling it with soul power at all times can the grown ghost grass show its original shape.

For tens of thousands of years, it has been continuously picked by countless ghosts, and now a single plant can make ghosts brain out shapeless soul beads.

For hundreds of years, Ye Nuan, who still looked like a teenager, searched along the river countless times, and finally found its trace not long ago.

She cautiously released her soul power to search for the ghost grass, and stretched out her hand to hold a piece of tree for cultivating souls hanging in her arms. There was a remnant soul of Master Fukuyama Doozun here.

Recalling hundreds of years ago, she went to Dazongmen with her parents to learn from teachers, and while she was waiting for the teleportation formation to open in Fangshi, the Nascent Soul cultivator in that city of cultivating immortals actually set up a ghost crossing formation.

Trying to sacrifice the lives of thousands of monks with blood, the Taoist companions who crossed the sky under the thunder disaster were reincarnated and rebuilt.

Her parents protected her at the first time, so that the eight-year-old she escaped, and a few people were rescued by several Nascent Soul cultivators who rushed over.

It's a pity that the parents were injured by the formation, and their souls were also lost.

A great monk after the Yuan Dynasty looked at his aptitude as a single tree spirit root, and put away the remnants of his parents with a finger of the soul-cultivating wood.

It is said that it is a hundred years of nurturing, or there may be a chance of reincarnation.

After four or five years of cultivating in the Zongmen, when he was about to advance to the Great Consummation of Qi Condensation, he suddenly heard that the monk who set up the Ten Thousand Ghosts Crossing Spirit Formation was imprisoned on the Dry Rock Cliff and became a monk in the Great Buddha Temple.

Ye Nuan was so anxious that his demons almost entered his body and disappeared.

"Little warm melon."

Who is speaking in the ear?What is a warm melon?
Ye Nuan felt a hot current pouring in from the Baihui acupoint, along the veins in the body, slowly flowing three inches below the navel.

Her frowning brow feathers slowly relaxed, and her sore temples were gradually soothed.

The faint aroma from the tip of her nose brought her back to her place.

Only then did she realize that she was not a ghost, but Ye Nuan, a nine-year-old little Nuangua who was drawing Qi into her body.

As soon as she relaxed, she woke up from the trance, and there were the concerned faces of her parents in front of the bed.

Gu Xia performed a few dust-cleaning techniques in succession to clear the sweat from her daughter's body.

"Little Nuangua, is there any discomfort?" Ye Li asked softly, hiding his worry.

Ye Nuan opened his mouth, but immediately changed his mind, "Father, I feel hungry and want to eat the sour soup rolling noodles you made."

"Okay, Dad will do it for you now." Ye Li agreed without hesitation, and put his hand on the girl's veins to try, everything was normal.

He looked at his wife Gu Xia and said, "How about a lady?"

Gu Xia slowly sat on the edge of the bed, "Put more vegetables."

"Okay." Ye Li took out a handful of loquats from the storage bag, washed them and put them on a plate with just one water spell, "I picked them from the mountain with your mother in the afternoon, let's eat."

Ye Nuan took it with a smile, took one and bit off the flesh, "It's so sweet."

Ye Li was finally relieved now, and patted her on the head, "Daddy has gone rolling the noodles."

After watching him leave, Gu Xia put on a soundproof cover and asked, "Nuangua, what disturbed you?"

After all, he used to be a foundation-building monk, Ye Nuan knew that he couldn't hide it from his mother, so he told the scene he saw when he was practicing just now.

"Mother, I am the four spiritual roots of water, wood, fire and earth, and Ye Nuan, who has ninety spiritual roots of single wood, must not be me."

"En." Although Gu Xia agreed, she still checked her daughter's body, not even letting go of her hair.

"Nuangua, have you touched anything special recently?"

"No." Ye Nuan was sure, and she said: "I went to the Yuntao River to pick peach blossoms to make wine with you, and once fell asleep on a peach tree.

When I came back that night, I succeeded in introducing air into my body. "

The Yuntao River has a long-standing reputation. It is said that immortals planted fairy peaches on both sides of the river.

More and more villagers lived along the coast, and finally it became a small county.

This secular town in the mortal world is also named Yuntao County because of the river.

The county seat is less than a hundred miles away from Jiang Guoguo's capital, and it is not on the main pass to Beijing. It lies in the valley, very comfortable and leisurely.

In the distance, a Yunxi River flows eastward, and a branch of the Yuntao River flows around the city, and is drawn into the city along the surrounding walls, which has indeed nurtured the people of this place.

Every spring, dozens of miles of bright red and pink peach blossoms are scattered, and the journey in Sichuan is like a fairyland.

In the summer harvest season, the fragrant peaches are even more enviable to neighboring counties.

The Ye family wine shop gained a foothold in the city by brewing peach blossoms to get drunk.

"Mother." Ye Nuan recalled carefully, "The peach blossoms have been withering for more than ten days, this is the first time I see these..."

She didn't know how to describe it better.

Gu Xia said seriously: "Illusion. Nuangua, you start tonight and stop practicing.

Let's rest for two days first. "

"Yeah." Ye Nuan promised very well, but after eating the sour soup noodle leaves that her father sent, she couldn't sleep, and started to practice like a ghost.

Gu Xia, who was always paying attention to her, sighed with a sweep of his consciousness: "This child is more diligent than the disciples in other sects."

Although Ye Li only has the seventh level of Qi refining, his spiritual consciousness is wider than that of ordinary Qi refining monks, and he can see more than ten feet away.

The daughter in the west wing got up to practice again, and of course he saw it too, "Lady, Nuangua has detected the spiritual root a few years ago, and this year she officially introduced Qi into the body. She wants to advance quickly, which is also a child's heart."

After a pause, he said again: "It's better to send her into the sect, the world of cultivating immortals is more aura than the world of secularism."

My daughter has been weak since she was a child, but now she has achieved success in martial arts and can practice.

Seeing her daughter frowning again, Gu Xia couldn't help but move to the wing room, not daring to wake her up suddenly, took the requiem incense lit by her husband and inserted it.

At the same time, a spirit-gathering array was set up indoors, and the two quietly stood aside, ready to attack at any time.

Ye Nuan was carrying spiritual energy into her body, and without any warning, she grew up to a few years old again.

The sun is shining brightly, and in Fukong City, where immortals and mortals live in harmony, the Great Buddha Temple, which has always been full of incense, is closed to welcome visitors today.

The Zhike monk persuaded many monks and mortals away outside the mountain gate.

The 13-year-old Ye Nuan was dressed in a neat green robe, with a white Tangdu flower on each of her buns.

There are still some baby fat cheeks, which are slightly rosy at this time.Under the heroic lying silkworm eyebrows, there is a pair of clear red phoenix eyes.

She measured the steps with her feet, and stepped to the front of the mountain step by step.

The monk who knew the guest proclaimed the Buddha's name, and then said: "Little benefactor, thank you for visiting the monastery recently, please come back another day."

Ye Nuan bowed his hands, looked directly at the other party and said, "This junior is from Luojingfang City."

The Zhike monk said "Amitabha" and stepped back half a step to get out of the way.

Ye Nuan nodded his thanks, and then continued up the mountain path.

About a quarter of an hour later, she arrived at the gate of the Great Buddha Temple.

In the square in front of the gate, hundreds of people, old and young, had already gathered. Except for the chirping of cicadas on the trees, the place was completely silent.

After Ye Nuan took a look, she began to think about it. She sat down like these monks whose cultivation base was not higher than the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and the lowest was just the first or second level of Qi Refining.

After her master accompanied her into the city, she disappeared. Among this group of people, the disciples who joined the great sect should also have their masters with them, right?
After counting, they were not all there yet, so she had to wait a little longer.

In the scorching heat of summer, Buddhist practice pays attention to practice in the world. There is no formation here, and the seasons change with the weather.

Some little monks with low cultivation have already started to wipe their sweat with their sleeves.

After advancing to the eighth level of Qi refining, Ye Nuan is not afraid of the heat.

However, even though she was sitting here, without the interference of other external sounds, she couldn't calm down.

Close your eyes and calm your mind, think back to a few years ago, when she detected her spiritual root, after several years of physical training, she happily came to the world of cultivating immortals with her parents, and was going to take the teleportation array in Luojingfang City to participate in the apprenticeship of Taiyizong General Assembly.

The teleportation array consumes a lot of money, and it needs to gather hundreds of people each time, and it can only be opened every other month.

The family of three missed the teleportation more than ten days ago, so they had to temporarily rent a residence in Luojing City.

The daily needs of the world of cultivating immortals are inseparable from spiritual stones. Parents booked a teleportation array, and the spiritual stones on their bodies have already been bottomed out. Fortunately, one of them can make wine and the other is good at making talismans.

You can also exchange some spirit stones in Fangshi.

On this day, after exercising, I and the little girl next door, Yan Meimei, went to Fangshi to find their parents and elder brothers. The parents who only had two jars of wine and a few talismans left simply put away the booth and took me to the riverside Eat wontons.

Brother and sister Yan Meimei also put away their things, and everyone went together.

"Xiao Nuan, Grandpa Liu's wontons are the best, even better than Cyclamen's dumplings."

"Well, my favorite is Grandpa Liu's fried quail and rice." Ye Nuan and Meimei led the way hand in hand.

Father Ye called them from behind: "Run slowly."

When we arrived by the river, the five bowls of wontons that I had shared with Grandpa Liu and his wife had just been put on the table, when we heard long whistles and explosions in the distance.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and colorful lights flew from a distance.

Immediately, Niang posted a few gold bell symbols on Ye Nuan, "Xiao Nuan, don't be afraid."

"Mother." Ye Nuan, who was hugged tightly by her mother, didn't know what was going on at all, and she just breathed air into her body, and even mortals couldn't see far away with naked eyes.

Father protected them and wanted to enter the nearest Guiyuan Zongdan pharmacy, where there was a protective circle.

It's a pity that the streets are in chaos, the little qi refining practitioners are running desperately, and the foundation building cultivators don't care about banning Yujian to fly into the air.

However, he was banned and knocked down after flying less than ten feet.

The very few Jindan cultivators in Fang City could not break through the air restriction, and flew towards the city gate in a blink of an eye.

Ye Nuan turned her head and saw Meimei fall, her brother picked her up and was knocked over by the rushing monk.

Mr. and Mrs. Liu, who made wontons, tried their best to push their little grandson into his father's arms.

Father Ye hugged the stunned little boy, a string of vines flew up and rolled the Yan brothers and sisters around.

Several people squeezed into the crowd, and they were about to squeeze into the elixir shop, when there was another loud noise, and the shop exploded.

During the surge of air, Ye Nuan heard the cries of many children.

The mother who hugged her tightly pasted a few golden bell symbols on her, joined her father and Brother Yan, and surrounded her, Meimei, and the little boy of the Liu family in the middle.

Ye Nuan hugged the unconscious Meimei, grabbed the little boy's hand tightly, and saw the parents and brother Yan fling out long vines, wrapping around a group of children who were huddled together under the exploded shop.

There were screams of explosions and the clanging of swords and arrows everywhere.

Only then did Ye Nuan realize that there were countless swords around them slashing at all living things.

She saw a cultivator whose head was cut off, another female cultivator and a spirit beast were pierced through the chest by the sword light,...

Her parents, Brother Yan, and some monks who escaped from the store were surrounding a group of children, fighting with swords and swords.

Seeing a row of swords rushing to the front, several monks could not resist even the unearthed walls, wooden shields, and water curtains, and the golden bell covers on the children were cracking inch by inch.

An old monk shouted: "Help the old Daoist Che's granddaughter."

He flew towards the row of sword lights, blew himself up with a bang, the row of sword lights disappeared, and a child voice cried out: "Grandpa..."

When more and more swords came, there were also wind blades and flaming arrows.

There were monks constantly surrounding them, and some people threw crying children among Ye Nuan and the others.

"We can't go on like this. We can't protect these children without the help of Golden Core cultivators." The man wanted to back off, but he didn't dare to leave the crowd without authorization.

The magic weapon and Taoism kept colliding, and Ye Nuan's ears rumbled, and she heard someone shouting: "It would be great if there is a magic weapon, even a low-grade one."

"Heh, the protective array of Guiyuan Zong's alchemy room is broken, and the magic weapon has a fart."

"Heh, the protective array of Guiyuan Zong's alchemy room is broken, and the magic weapon has a fart."

"Zhiniang thief, why is this Luojing city crazy? Didn't it mean that there is a Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in the town?"

"Reverend Yuyuan is accompanying his Taoist companion."

"Didn't his Taoist partner fall from the Lightning Tribulation God of Transmigration?"

Ye Nuan didn't know why, her eyes were fixed on her parents waving swords in front of her, but she could clearly hear the words of the monks around her.

"Xiao Nuan, take care of yourself." Mother gave Ye Nuan a storage bracelet under the cover of her father.

"Xiao Nuan, mom and dad are here, don't be afraid." Dad also took the opportunity to look back at her.

The two of them didn't dare to let the sword in front of them penetrate the defense, they used their spiritual power to block with their swords, and ate every pill of nourishing spirit as if they didn't want spirit stones.

Brother Yan was slashed with a saber, lost an arm, his parents were also wounded, and another monk blew himself up.

The endless swords and swords, coupled with the sometimes dense rockets, make people feel desperate.

A ball of fierce arrows was shot, and it was about to hit his parents, Ye Nuan blurted out, "Father, mother..."

When she was hoarse, a unparalleled sword energy flew over, the light of the rocket knife was dissolved, and something cracked open.

Ye Nuan saw a monk in Tsing Yi standing in the air, constantly slashing down the swords around him, and his parents escaped unharmed.

The man also took out a rusty clock and slapped his chest on his chest, blood seeping into the clock.

"Father, mother." Seeing that the clock was getting bigger and bigger, Ye Nuan immediately covered her and a group of children inside.

She let go of Meimei and Xiaonanwa, and patted the edge of the clock.

The children were stunned. In the dark, some were crying for their father and mother, and some were looking for their grandparents and brothers and sisters.

However, they seemed to be off the ground, and the elastic ground under them made them unstable.

(End of this chapter)