Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 169 Looking for the lost past

The autumn wind is blowing, the autumn leaves are turning yellow, and the autumn rain is falling and the sky is getting cooler.

After coming out of seclusion, Liu Xianfeng never idled for a day, adding a touch of brilliance to Bailin Valley, which had been silent for a long time.

That day, after playing an unruly game of chess with Yu Fengwu, she was tortured to pieces. She smiled and didn't care. She approached the young master who was holding a flying knife in the drizzle and asked curiously:

"Sir, what are you talking about with Feidao? Do you have to recite a sacrificial poem before drawing the sword?"

"I said to Feidao, 'Brother Dao, please give me face and let me realize the mysterious power of the sword as soon as possible. I can't let others look down on me. I'll treat you to a drink later.' , Gold and stone are open."

Xu Yuanchang said seriously, he was really trying to attract feelings.

But it sounded like nonsense coming out of his mouth.

Liu Xianfeng's face was full of disbelief and said: "The iron flying knives have no spirituality. No matter how much you talk to them, it will be in vain. Next time, try using your set of carefully crafted magical weapons and flying knives? Maybe they can really impress their iron stone." Heart.”

After talking about it, she couldn't help but laugh.

Thanks to the advice of Elder Mei, who is proficient in the art of nine palace deductions, last year she was asked to take over what was supposed to be a boring job, to monitor the daily life of a young Taoist priest and take care of him.

The speaker has no intention and the listener has intention.

Little does she know that she has reached the edge of danger, and her mood is always in danger of collapse.

"Xu Yuanchang, I'll teach you how to practice 'sword power', how about you teach me how to cook and grow vegetables?"

Let out a soft breath.

Others only saw her as a beautiful woman with infinite fighting power that surpassed her peers, and she wielded a sword to express her joy and hatred.

In the tree pavilion, Yu Fengwu held a white chess piece in his hands, looking at the scenery in the autumn rain, and silently reciting "spirituality" and "emotions".

Liu Xianfeng laughed loudly.

Yu Fengwu proposed a deal that could not be refused, and said it like a joke.

Sword cultivator strives for speed and strength, but she is actually a reserved person.

She was forced to go on the road of lonely pursuit of the sword. She lost too much and witnessed countless darkness and unbearable human nature. This gave rise to uncontrollable rage in her heart, and she became increasingly confused, distressed and resentful.

The autumn rain is gentle, and the willow trees dance like mist and smoke.

Yu Fengwu laughed silently, smiled happily, and smiled as charmingly as a mountain flower, sweeping away the elusive and faint sadness of the past.

She suffered it alone, with nowhere to tell.

Her thoughts that had been sealed away for a long time seemed to be touched, and all kinds of feelings were disturbing her heart.

Xu Yuanchang did not laugh and continued to talk nonsense: "'There is no lack of beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to discover beauty.' The 'beauty' here is the unique 'spirituality' of each thing. As the old saying goes, all things have spirits. Therefore, if you want to touch these unique features, you have to pour in deep 'emotions' and work hard over time. This is what I have discovered with painstaking efforts."

Xu Yuanchang raised his head and looked at the gray sky. The master looked lonely and said: "Back then, they begged me to go, but I was devoted to the Tao and refused."

Liu Xianfeng liked the young master's casual absurdity very much. He made a joke that the two of them could understand, and said: "Young master, it is a pity that you don't become a 'poetist'. It will be a huge loss to the poetry world."

She put down the murderous sword in her heart and suddenly opened up, letting the misty rain wet her bright yellow dress and drag the dirty muddy water on the ground.

The long-term personality separation often makes her unable to distinguish between true and false self.

Stand up gracefully and step into the drizzle of rain.

She wants to regain her lost past.

Xu Yuanchang looked at Yu Fengwu who looked like a different person after being exposed to the rain. Could it be that the rain had seeped into his brain?

Do you still need to be taught how to cook and grow vegetables?

The opportunity was not to be missed, and the time would never come again. He accepted the offer without hesitation.

"Okay, deal."

"Knife training is easy. Give me an ordinary throwing knife."

Yu Fengwu stretched out her calloused right hand, took the Fantie Liuye Flying Knife, weighed and felt it, gently held the handle of the knife, flicked her wrist gracefully, and the flying knife cut through the rain, oscillating slightly up and down like ripples.

The trajectory is clearly discernible and the castration is like electricity.

"Bang bang bang", several times in succession, the last wooden target exploded.

The flying knife pierced into the rock and only a small part was exposed.

A blow without mana attached to it, all relying on the "momentum" of the wrist, is so terrifyingly powerful.

"Do you understand? It's very simple. 'Strengthen a little bit'. The flying knife will avoid places with great resistance on its way forward, creating a smooth 'momentum'. You have to practice more to find the 'go with the flow' Nature's tricks."

Yu Fengwu explained a few words carefully. Many things were learned through hard practice after giving guidance.

Xu Yuanchang nodded repeatedly, put away all the throwing knives, held his head in his hands, and wandered back and forth in the drizzle.

In front of my eyes, I can trace back the clear trajectory of the knife that shook like ripples. He seems to have found it, but he still seems to be a little bit short of understanding it.

The most distressing time is when you can’t get what you want.

Yu Fengwu smiled and warned: "Don't forget to teach me how to cook later."

Pulling Liu Xianfeng, who looked at her up and down, she flew down the valley and said, "Accompany your sister to choose a piece of wasteland nearby. I will buy it and build it into a retreat land. From now on, we will live next to each other."

Liu Xianfeng's body was not stained by the rain, and she shouted: "Wow, wow, there is a nice valley in the southwest."

She deliberately avoided the hills to the south and looked back at Yu Fengwu, who was soaked all over. She wondered: "Sister Yu, why did I notice that you are a little different from usual? Is there any happy event?"

Although Yu Fengwu often behaves deviant and different, this time is different.

She had a keen sense and noticed the relaxation coming from Yu Fengwu from the inside out.

"It's a happy event. I suddenly want to understand something. I no longer embarrass myself in my heart, I want to live for myself."

Yu Fengwu declared loudly in the wind and rain.

The rain wet her hair, her thin skirt clung to her body, and the mountains were undulating.

She didn't care at all, landed on the barren hill, and said with a smile: "I have dabbled in many professions, but I have never tried to be an ordinary 'mortal', so I want to try a mortal life, starting with cooking and growing vegetables."

In the classics she has read, there are various records of "monks turning into mortals".

But that was an important point in the stage of refining qi and becoming a god, which was far away from her current state.

She grew up in fine clothes and fine food, her mortal stage was short, and she did not have the common worries of mortals. She wanted to experience "returning to nature" like Taoist Xu in life, so as to find the lost "emotions".

Liu Xianfeng couldn't understand Yu Fengwu's convulsive thoughts. Is there anything good for a mortal?

Busy all day long for three meals a day, facing the loess and back to the sky.

Not enough clothes to cover your body and not enough food to satisfy your hunger.

She had seen so many quarrels, disharmony, and trivial worries in Hongliu Village when her family was poor and everything was miserable, so she didn't want to be a mortal even if she was killed. It was so miserable.

After choosing a place on the mountain, Yu Fengwu sent out a message.

The rest of the trivial matters will be handled by someone else.

When making dinner, Yu Fengwu changed into a green cloth skirt, carried a bucket with her bare feet, and walked on the muddy mountain road, making two round trips. After carrying water, she asked: "Why don't you fill the water tank? You carry it every day." Isn’t it troublesome to have water?”

Xu Yuanchang washed the fresh autumn pumpkins and vegetables and beans, and poured out the water in the wooden basin.

Yu Fengwu said to Yu Fengwu who was adding firewood to cook the meat: "I don't need much water by myself. It will take several days to fill a water tank. As time goes by, the water loses its activity and becomes stale, and the tea produced does not taste good. So the freshly picked spring water is the best.”

He discovered that Yu Fengwu was not joking, but really wanted to experience mortal life.

Of course, it is impossible to dig food from the ground like ordinary people.

Since it was a transaction, he had to provide the best teaching and train a Chef Yu.

It just so happens that he can save himself some trouble.

He also asked Yu Fengwu to come over to pick vegetables and cut melons. He only had to teach everything once, and Yu Fengwu did it very seriously and meticulously.

The pumpkin shreds are cut to the same thickness, the water-cooked meat slices are cut to the same thickness, and the ruler measures them to the same thickness.

The knife is excellent, but the material is overkill.

Liu Xianfeng stood by and watched the excitement going on. She could help the young master beat the sap, but if she was asked to light the fire for cooking, she might as well save the trouble.

She couldn't stand the "smoke and smoke" of frying and frying. To use Gongzi Kaijie's words, she was not human.

Why force yourself to learn something you don’t like?

If you are willing to learn, if not, just watch.

After a few days, Yu Fengwu learned the skills in the kitchen, from fetching water to lighting the fire to cook and stir-fry, to washing the dishes, wiping and tidying up. She did it fluently, and was more particular than Xu Yuanchang. Even the rags were kept clean and neatly arranged. together.

Xu Yuanchang was happy to do it, and he happily had ready-made food and tea to enjoy.

Try to figure out the flying knife technique every day, strengthen the practice of flying knife, and realize the "knife momentum" that cannot be grasped.

Occasionally, Yu Fengwu is asked to demonstrate again. Yu Fengwu responds to every request. The technique of each demonstration is different. He can throw the flying knife as he likes. If it were him, he would still be blinded.

The large wasteland from the southwest to the west of Bailin Valley was measured and laid by officials. Then many craftsmen and helpers poured in to reconstruct the wasteland day and night.

The mountain is not high, but there are towers, pavilions, trees and flowers.

Everything will be available.

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(End of this chapter)