After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 4 Is Liu Xubai Poor

Shu Nong actually doesn't need to rest, not to mention that she doesn't feel sleepy with her current appearance, let alone she has been sleeping in Wutong Mountain for so many years.

It's just that in the eyes of Lu Wangyi and the others, she needs to rest, and she is not interested in the conversation between the disciples of their sect, so she followed Xiaoer along with them.

It wasn't until Shu Nong's back was out of sight that Lu Wangyi elbowed Yan Chang'an next to him, winked, with an exaggerated expression: "You won't fall in love with her girl, will you? For saving my life, I promise to return this set with my body." Can it be used on you?"

Yan Changan glanced sideways at him.

It is simply nonsense, this woman is far from the rumors, if you follow her, she will prosper, and if you go against her, she may stab you with a sword at any time.

But he couldn't refute anything out loud, be it kindness or love, no matter what impression Shu Nong wanted to make in the eyes of this group of people, in order to avoid being stabbed to death by her sword and get the clear sword, he could only let her do it. .

However, out of fellowship, Yan Changan felt it was necessary to remind her: "Don't provoke her."

Lu Wangyi couldn't help laughing, nodded clearly, patted his shoulder teasingly, and nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."

It is not easy for the iron tree to bloom, how could he provoke other girls.

Yan Chang'an glanced at him, and knew that he must have thought about something more, but he was not in the mood to refute, let him think wildly, told him a few words about finding the sword, and went upstairs to rest first.

Lu Wang snorted and laughed, looked around at the disciples who had pricked up their ears and were highly concentrated, coughed lightly, and called them back to their room to rest.

Cangyuan Sword Sect and his entourage consisted of seven people, all of whom were more or less injured. Lu Wangyi saw that there was nothing serious in the sect, and after summoning the suzerain to inform the suzerain of the result of this sword search, he ordered the disciples to rest here for a few more days. sky.

Shu Nong didn't need self-cultivation, after staying in the inn for three days, seeing that Cangyuan Sword Sect and others still shut him in the room, he prepared to go out for a walk by himself.

This small town didn't have a name at first, and there were not many people there before. After the rumors about the fairy sword on Wutong Mountain came out, more and more people came here. This city was also called Wutong City following Wutong Mountain.

Shu Nong has stayed on the mountain for 600 years, looking at this world again, he can't tell what has changed, and he can't feel any familiarity.

She used Yan Chang'an's money to buy scones on the street, and fed the still hot scones into her mouth bite by bite under the stunned eyes of the stall owner.

In fact, she couldn't tell whether the cake was hot or not. After she transformed her spirit, everything she tasted seemed to be cold. She could clearly feel the softness of the inside of the cake, but the taste was so weak that she bit it down like a chew. wax.

Shu Nong didn't pay too much attention, and walked under the tree in front where many people gathered.

There sat an old man who told a story.

The city got its name because of Wutong Mountain, and Wutong Mountain became famous because of its fairy sword. The old man knows what stories are most attractive here.

"Back then, when the former Demon Lord Ning He wanted to do harm to the world, he was discovered in time by Liu Xianjun—" He deliberately prolonged his voice, even though everyone was familiar with the story, he still couldn't help attracting his attention.

"But the Demon Lord is powerful, and Liu Xianjun's strength is not as good as him. The only way to find the right way is to read ancient books and forge a fairy sword. Unfortunately, at this moment, Fairy Qihua sacrificed her body for the peace of the world. The lightsaber, for heaven's sake."

"Since then, the Immortal Sword has been completed, and Liu Xianjun's strength has greatly increased. He killed the Demon Lord and protected the common people in the world. It's just a pity—" the old man shook his head regretfully, "Qihua Fairy and Liu Xianjun have a deep relationship. When it comes time to talk about marriage, Yin and Yang are separated, leaving Liu Xianjun alone in the world. I heard that Liu Xianjun summons the soul of Fairy Hua for her every year, in order to see her sweetheart again. Poor, Liu Xianjun is so affectionate, calling the soul 600 years, but I will never see my sweetheart again."

"It's true." A monk in the audience echoed, "Who doesn't know that Liu Xianjun summons the soul every September and twelfth, just to see his Hua Fairy again. Similar girls..."

The old man who told the story seemed very happy that someone echoed his words, and nodded with satisfaction: "I think back then, Fairy Qihua and Xianjun Liu..."

He talked a lot, and the audience around the tree listened very carefully, and there were even one or two emotional ones, because the old man's eyes were slightly red from the story, and he felt sorry for the story of Fairy Hua and Liu Xubai. .

Shu Nong heard about it, and when the old man sighed three times to make fun of others, he suddenly sneered, "What does it mean that Tuliu Xianjun is alone in the world?"

She asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone innocent, with a slight smile.

The old man and the group of people who listened to the story all looked at her, thinking she was looking for trouble, but saw that the little girl was dressed in a pink dress, with no trace of malice in her clean and clear eyes. Extremely mean.

She wrinkled her nose, as if she was very puzzled: "Since he loves Shu Nong so much, he will summon his soul every year for 600 years, just to have another look, then why doesn't he die? Can I see Shu Nong? There is no need to recall the soul every year."

The old man looked at her in shock. Not only the old man, but also many people in the audience frowned, thinking that her words were unpleasant.

The old man pointed at her with trembling fingers: "You girl, how can you be so vicious? That's the fairy who protects the safety of the common people! Why do you talk like that!"

Shu Nong smiled, not afraid of being stared at by this group of people, and nodded following the old man's words: "Yes, he is a fairy who protects the safety of the common people, and is a great contributor to the human world. So what does he have? How pitiful? When he needed strength, someone sacrificed a sword to make it into a fairy sword. He didn't sacrifice a sword, and he was not the one who was burned by the real fire. Now he has both fame and fortune, and there is a beautiful woman by his side. Why do you call him pitiful? ?”

"Who should be pitiful? The grandmother who lost her granddaughter, the parents who lost their daughter, and the elder brother who lost her younger sister. In this world, who loves Shu Nong more than her parents and relatives?" She frowned pretendingly, He looked very sad and distressed, "Liu Xubai is so pitiful. With strength and fame, he even found a substitute under the banner of affection, but he can't see his sweetheart again. It's really pitiful."

She said, suddenly sneered, loosened her brows, and bent her eyes: "Old man, you can praise his benevolence and praise his merits, it's fine to say that he and Shu Nong used to have a relationship, why pity him? Just because Shu Nong died, he didn't die, did he?"

The old man was furious, and he scolded: "You are really mean. You are pitiful without your relatives. Isn't it worthy of pity if you lose your sweetheart? If you lose your sweetheart, you can't even say a word of missing, and you can't live?"

(End of this chapter)