Hunting Heart Little Mengxian: Rebirth and Raising a Wolf

Chapter 23
In the 17 years of continuous growth in this world, facing the fact that Li Wu's remaining fairy soul and Rong Xiao's remaining demon soul coexist in his body, the "wolf boy" has always been in a state of helplessness and has no choice but to try hard to get rid of it. Don't allow yourself to try your best to adapt and accept the contradictory state.

Every time he changes to the perspective of Liwu Zhanshen and appreciates his heart-wrenching feelings for Lan Jingchu, the young man always has unspeakable pain.

When he was a child, he always thought that the scenes that originally belonged to the memory of Li Wu's previous life were just his own whimsical dreams after reading too many scripts and listening to too many dramas.

But later, over time, from being ignorantly curious and incomprehensible at the beginning, he gradually got used to the names "Li Wu" and "Lan Jingchu".

In fact, he really believed more and more that he was really the "God Li Wu Xianjun" who only appeared in ancient myths and legends, as well as in the silk and silk of painters.

Some scenes from the past reappeared in his mind, and the young man fell silent subconsciously. He lowered his head and looked at the two injuries on his heart and liver. It seemed that he had almost completed self-healing and healed up.

Hearing that the people around him didn't move or respond 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 couldn't be accurately described when the other party was so quiet at the moment.

Her voice is very light and soft. Those who don't know her will definitely not be able to imagine her heroic and heroic demeanor of using pure martial arts, fighting black wolves wisely, blowing up caves, and burying ten wild wolf monsters alive.

Jiu Xiaohan asked slowly, breaking the silence between the two just now:
"Ziyu, what's wrong with you? I haven't spoken for a long time!"

"Uh... oh!"

"Ziyu, are the wounds on your body hurting again? I still have some self-made Qingxin Pain Relief Powder here, let me give you all."

While talking, Jiu Xiaohan touched the inner pocket of the cuff of his Taoist robe.

The boy hurriedly stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed it on her moving arm:

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

However, it suddenly occurred to him that he shouldn't have exposed Jiu Xiaohan so early that he has such a strange self-healing power, so he changed his words in time:
"However, there are indeed some places that are still aching! But, Miss Xiaohan, you gave me all the painkiller powder, what about you?"

Hearing what he said, Jiu Xiaohan knew that he still needed heart powder to help relieve the pain. He took out a small pure white porcelain bottle from the inner pocket of his cuff and stuffed it into Liang Ziyu's palm:

"Let's put it all in your place! Wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and I'll take advantage of the dark at night, and I'll find a place to gather some dried herbs and grind them myself, that's it!"

"it is good!"

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

"Ziyu, can you tell me now, you have been silent just now, what were you thinking?"

It seems that although Jiu Xiaohan's eyes are not easy to use, her perception and insight into the outside world are not inferior.

The boy faltered, and suddenly said such a sentence:
"I... I was just... in my heart, silently practicing calligraphy! Yes, I have reviewed it several times, and I am proficient in the strokes of the three characters of my name."

7 years ago, when Lan Jing first learned to practice the "Book of Heaven", she also said exactly the same thing to Immortal Li Wu.

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

She didn't want to go to the Tianshu School in Sanqingjing at all, and she didn't want to follow the scriptures with those fairies she never knew.

So, she clung to Li Wu, trying every means to please him, begging him to teach her how to read and write.

However, her nature is lively and active, and she is not good at sitting for long periods of time. Whenever she steps into the Chaoxi Temple, the ancient and modern building that Li Wu never allowed anyone to enter, she starts to follow Li Wu to read and write; She often rests her chin in a daze, wanders off and dozes off, and always uses this sentence to prevaricate Li Wu when she finds out that she is being lazy.

However, at that time, Li Wu also loved her very much, and never criticized her too much for her character of being happy and not quiet, not good at poetry, and advocating force...

However, in order to avoid breeding her bad habit of being competitive and violent, Li Wu has never really accepted her as a disciple and taught her martial arts according to her wish.

At most, Li Wu only taught her the art of flying with a sword and flying through the clouds, and the method of moving quickly and lightly.

In other words, she doesn't have any real skills, and she can have enough confidence to find fault with others and fight.

However, if she encounters some powerful and malicious opponent who provokes her, she can run away quickly and retreat completely without being seriously injured. There shouldn't be any problem.

Jiu Xiaohan smiled, but felt that Liang Ziyu's words just now were very interesting:
"Hehe! Do you practice calligraphy silently in your heart?"

"um, yes."

"If my master were here instead, knowing how hardworking you are, he would definitely accept you as an apprentice without hesitation! He is an old man, he likes you the most, a child who is so studious and self-disciplined. La……"

"Oh? Really! I don't know if I should ask: Miss Xiaohan's master, with a noble name, what kind of person is he?"

"Master, he is an old man... Uh, he is a wandering doctor who has made his debut many years ago. He has no name and no surname. When he is out in the rivers and lakes, he always calls himself 'You Wuming' to people. '."

Obviously, she was lying.

Moreover, they had agreed not long ago: since she and Liang Ziyu became sworn brothers with different surnames, they will treat each other honestly and not hide anything from each other.

Jiu Xiaohan feels 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?

But the young man acted as if he didn't care, he just took what she said to be the truth, and deliberately showed regret on his face:
"Since that unnamed elder often wanders around; I am afraid that even if I want to meet him, I will hardly have the opportunity. My relationship with him as a teacher and apprentice may not be in my destiny!"

Hearing his regretful tone, he pondered for a moment, Jiu Xiaohan smiled softly, comforted him, and said:

"Ziyu, you don't need to worry too much! We will meet each other if we are destined! If you and I are not too similar in age, and I am not a novice who just came out to venture into the rivers and lakes and has limited abilities, I will be more than happy to accept it. You are a disciple!"

Naturally, the boy was the last thing to hear, especially the last sentence from her.

In other words, this silly girl really has no imagination!
Could it be that the relationship between the two of them, apart from sisters and brothers from the same family, can only be master and apprentice?

Moreover, it seems that Jiu Xiaohan has a premonition that she can find opportunities in the future and be able to persuade Liang Ziyu to join their Qingxin faction.

However, she didn't expect that the other party changed the subject and interrupted the second half of the sentence that she still wanted to say but hadn't said yet:

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

"Okay!"

After Jiu Xiaohan nodded and responded casually, he no longer mentioned the suggestion of inviting Liang Ziyu to join the division in the future.

After all, although the life in Qingxin Temple is relatively full and stable, she does not want to see it in her heart. The brothers who went down the mountain but never came back died inexplicably and had no good end.

She slowly pulled up Liang Ziyu's arms with both hands, and kept approaching her face, allowing his fingertips to touch the words on the white ribbon that shielded her eyes from light.

However, the young man does not know for the time being that this "nine" was embroidered for her by Wu Yan, Jiu Xiaohan's seventeenth junior brother, stitch by stitch.

"Jiu-Xiao-han's 'jiu' is written in this way. There are only two strokes, very simple, isn't it?"

This is the first time that the boy caressed her eyes, her eyebrows, her skin, her cheekbones...

His fingers visibly trembled slightly; for some reason, suddenly, a wave of heat spread from his fingertips to all parts of his body.

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

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

"Oh! Indeed. I've memorized these two words. I'll write it for you, isn't that right?"

After the young man finished speaking, he imitated Jiu Xiaohan's previous appearance, and changed it to him writing on her palm.

It's like saying: write it on your palm, engrave it in my heart!

Jiu Xiaohan let out a "hmm", and continued to write the character "Han" on his slender palm seriously:
"Do you understand? Do you need me to write it again?"

"Okay, Miss Xiaohan, write it again. It seems that the character 'liang' in my surname and the character 'han' in your name are both rich in strokes..."

"Yes! Practice a lot, and with time, you will soon be familiar with it!"

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

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, the character 'han' looks like a person sitting alone. He stayed inside the house with straw mats and straw felts, but even so, there was ice and snow outside the house, and he still felt very cold.”

"Then Miss Xiaohan's master Wuming Immortal Elder chose the name 'Xiaohan' for her sister. It shouldn't be just because the old man met his infant sister at that time, and it was Xiaohan's solar term, right?"

"Maybe. The word 'cold' is originally the opposite of 'summer'. It also has multiple meanings derived from coldness, poverty, humbleness, sadness, fear, etc. However, in my opinion, the word 'cold' has a certain meaning." It’s a kind of meaning of being alone and cultivating one’s body and mind.”

Solitary self-cultivation, pure heart...

The interpretation and refinement of these eight characters, perhaps, is also the self-experience that Jiu Xiaohan has comprehended from living in the enchantment of the Pure Heart Conception for the past 20 years.

"Ziyu, if you forget how to write these characters for a while, just ask me anytime."

"That's natural!"

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

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

For a while now, being taught by Jiu Xiaohan to write and teach, the young man always vaguely felt:
The two hearts in my body seemed to be being plucked by Jiu Xiaohan's slender snow-like fingertips at the same time; from the beginning to the end, they kept beating in a chaotic rhythm.

So, taking advantage of the time when he wanted to show respect, the "wolf boy" quickly stood up and put the thick black wolf fur cloak he was wearing together on Jiu Xiaohan's back shoulder.

Then, he went around to a corner of the backyard of the temple by himself, for convenience.

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When he returned to the room from the back door of the main hall of Guanyin Temple, the boy found that his black wolf fur cloak had been spread back on the pile of dry cattail mats that he had been lying on before.

He glanced at the dilapidated wooden temple door again, only to see that the small beautiful figure was still burning by the door, and the beautiful little figure had long since disappeared.

Jiu Xiaohan, whose eyes were still entwined with the white ribbon embroidered with the word "Nine", unexpectedly practiced sword dancing on the snow in the front yard.

Jiu Xiaohan tucked the outer corner of the short-breasted Taoist robe around his waist, and held the soft sword of "Pure Gu", with an upright heroic spirit in the soft beauty of his gestures.

No wonder, her master "Hunting Daoist" Wuweizi once described Jiu Xiaohan like this:
Orphan with blue eyes, born with endless aspirations; born as a dragon, and died as a ghost.

That "pure scorpion" is like a shadow, her figure is agile, graceful, and beautiful, and her moves are superb, making people's eyes dizzy.

The swordsmanship he wields is unrestrained and elegant, and the routine of his steps is brisk and agile, moving like a flying phoenix in the air or a dragon on the sea, and still like a pine on a cliff or a jade pillar holding up the sky.

Following the rhythm of Jiu Xiaohan's sword swing, the broken snow on the ruined walls of the courtyard, the dry grass and dry branches also flew all over the sky, with beautiful shapes and meanings, and full of inner power.

"This girl is blind, but not blind!"

"Nian Fang is only [-] years old, she can actually comprehend the realm of the unity of human and sword so deeply, it is really commendable!"

"Wu Weizi, that old-fashioned old man, even if he dies now, he is enough to rest in peace-here, there is a successor!"

(End of this chapter)