Chapter 12

Chapter 12 You and Me in the Snow, He and She in the Moonlight 

Ji Chanxi's black skirt that covered her knees suddenly danced against the wind, fluttering softly in the air, making her clothes stick tighter to her, outlining the graceful curves of her hips and back even more beautiful. 

The world suddenly became dark, the autumn wind was everywhere, and she was the only one who was bright and beautiful. 

Xiao Wang looked at the girl who had taken away all the glory, his eyes suddenly became fierce. Although he was panicked and uneasy, the anger and fighting spirit burning in his chest overwhelmed everything. He clenched his fists and took a step forward. The Phoenix Stone cracked abruptly, and thunder faintly exploded in his bones. 

He suddenly felt ashamed for not fighting just now. 

He looked at Ji Chanxi, and the already delicate young man suddenly had a ferocious look between his eyebrows. 

In the midst of his rage, he suddenly laughed. 

"The Seventh Realm defeated the Eighth Realm, what a big tone. You really underestimated the weight of the two words "Xiao Wang"! If you want me, Xiao Wang, to lower my head and please me, you have to see how capable you are." 

After all, he had already entered the eighth realm, and his cultivation was extremely powerful, so even though Ji Chanxi brought so many shocks, he was still confident of winning. 

Thunder roared across the heaven and earth! 

Suddenly, strands of purple and green light burst out from Xiao Wang's fist, and green lightning rose from the bottom of his feet, dazzling and winding, illuminating his hair and beard. 

He raised his fist, inhaled, and gathered his strength. Green lightning exploded all over his body, suddenly tearing through the autumn wind! 

Under the suddenly bright blue light, the girl in the black skirt suddenly looked very small. 

It was like a small boat that would capsize in an instant under the waves. 

Xiao Wang took three steps forward, and the purple-blue electric light became more intense, like a dragon and a snake entwining! 

Xuanmen blue and purple energy! 

As soon as he made his move, Xiao Wang used his strongest move. 

Because he believed that Ji Chanxi had just reached a certain level and had absolutely no combat experience, he did not give her time to adapt and directly threw out his strongest punch, vowing to defeat her with one punch! 

All the lightning was aimed at the direction where Ji Chanxi was. The fist rushed out suddenly, Xiao Wang's expression was solemn, and wherever it passed, a deep gully was plowed out of the hard Phoenix Stone. 

The moment Xiao Wang jumped up, his figure disappeared in the purple lightning in the sky. He seemed to become every lightning, and could no longer be distinguished. 

It was a mighty calamity, and he was everything in it. 

He believed that Ji Chanxi had no choice but to take this blow head-on! 

The purple lightning and blue frost fell all over the sky, swallowing up the girl's black skirt in an instant. 

... 

The chess discussion at Momei Pavilion is still going on, with Li Mo playing black first. 

The national chess master was describing the chess game: "Here Li Mo is really a good player. This move not only takes into account the change of the upper right corner, but also strengthens the thickness of this corner. The chess piece becomes very thick, and the shape of the chess piece is also very beautiful. He is worthy of being born into a famous family." 

"Hmm." A great scholar echoed, "On the other hand, the white pieces were trapped in the corner by the black pieces, but they dared to ignore it. Now they are trapped by the double flying swallows, and the white pieces are very uncomfortable. The situation in the corner is worrying." 

"Hmph, worrying? I think it's going to collapse. This guy is courting death. He was cornered but didn't defend, insisting on going for the three-three, just for that little bit of ground. He's really short-sighted. Haven't you heard that the master is in the belly?" 

"This person's move is really against the rules of chess. The black pieces are already so thick here, but he dares to make a rash move. Regardless of life or death, I'm afraid that the next move will make the black pieces even thicker! It's really unreasonable." 

"How dare such a sacred place like Momei Pavilion be destroyed like this? It is really a disgrace to the way of chess and to civility!" 

With a lot of complaints, the national instructor with a look of pity continued to play chess according to the chess records sent to him. 

The national player looked at the chess record, groaning and looking helpless. 

If the prince hadn't given the order, he would have smashed the chessboard and walked away! 

"Black's small tip. He attacks and defends, not only making himself alive, but also laying the foundation for the battle for the hinterland." 

"White's second chess piece is hanging low. It's a irrational move!" 

"The black chess piece flew out with great force, revealing the only advantage that the white chess piece had." 

"White moves in. Black has such a strong position, and dares to move in? This is clearly giving away a piece." 

"Black is pressing hard. Good move." 

"Black chess master, really showed his edge." 

"Black chess piece is broken. The chess piece is born from the broken chess piece. The changes here are really intriguing." 

"Black's game is already decided. White has not made a single good move from the beginning to the end. It is like a child playing chess. It is bound to lose." 

"The black piece jumps. The whole chess piece is still connected as a whole." 

"Black's momentum is already unstoppable. How can White stop Black's fierce offensive by patching up?" 

"The final battle in the middle of the board will surely be exciting. I wonder if the black chess piece can directly kill the white chess piece and win more elegantly." 

"Black chess..." The national player took the next chessboard and his hands suddenly froze. He opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in his life: "Black chess..." 

"What happened to the black chess? Did he make another amazing move that cut off the white chess's chance of survival? What was this amazing move that made the national player so amazed?" 

The national player raised his head and stared at everyone blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. 

He even stuttered when he spoke. 

"Black...Black...Black resigns?" 

... 

The sky and earth emit a blue-purple aura. 

If the four elders had not set up restrictions at the four corners, the ordinary audience present would have had their minds shaken and their blood and qi weakened at best, or would have been seriously injured and vomited blood, and their bodies would have been damaged. 

Xiao Wang showed no mercy, and the peak attack of an eighth-level master was so fierce and domineering! 

Ji Chanxi's figure could no longer be seen on the field. 

Even Ji Yitian looked panicked. The higher one went in cultivation, the more he knew the gap between each realm. Although Ji Chanxi had kept it a secret for more than a decade, could she really withstand this blow? 

In the vastness, Xiao Wang could see her eyes. 

It was so calm and cold, like the center of a lake with snow falling in the dead of winter. 

Those didn't look like Ji Chanxi's eyes. They were the eyes of a devil that had been dormant for tens of millions of years, opening its eyes like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. 

A ray of light flashed between the purple lightning and the blue frost. It was the clear light of the bright moon, like rippling water, clear and shallow. A waning moon lit up from behind Ji Chanxi and suddenly enveloped her figure in a black dress. The waning moon suddenly disappeared, and she also disappeared on the spot. 

There was a loud bang and smoke and dust rose up. 

The attack that was sure to win actually missed. At the same time, Xiao Wang found that there were mottled marks on his skin, like the shadow of a falling moon. 

Xiao Wang suddenly raised his head. 

Ji Chanxi's figure floated down. 

Her figure was so thin and light, as if it would be blown away by the wind. 

However, Xiao Wang felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. 

But he still pulled his fist back to his waist and threw another punch like a dragon rising into the air. 

Ji Chanxi also raised her fist. Her skin was delicate and so soft that it could be broken by a blow. Her fist was very small in comparison, but her expression was extremely calm and confident. 

The charming figure in the black dress drew a graceful but sharp trajectory in the air. Her body followed the fist. 

Like the bright moon in the sky, like the chirping of cicadas. 

The two fists met without a sound or a trace. 

But the mighty purple lightning and green air also silently split apart, as if a strong wind blew past, sweeping away the remaining clouds and fallen leaves. 

The world suddenly became peaceful and Ji Chanxi landed gracefully on the ground. Behind her, there was a clear shadow of the moon, as if there was a tall woman standing there, but the shadow was blurry and difficult to identify. 

Xiao Wang still maintained his punching posture, but his arms suddenly fell down weakly, and he was in a state of despair. 

He wanted to ask why, but he felt that this question was redundant. 

Ji Chanxi didn't take advantage of the situation, she looked at Xiao Wang and said calmly: "You are pretty good." 

A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Wang's lips. He turned around tiredly and walked down the stage under the extremely shocked gazes of countless people. 

Just like a former king stepping down from the throne. 

The first person to recover was the old man surnamed Yao. His voice spread to every corner of the conference, repeating the obvious facts to those who still did not want to believe. 

"Ji Chanxi, wins." 

... 

Li Mo sat on a cold chair in the Momei Pavilion, looking at the chess game, starting from the first move, and he didn't understand why he lost. 

Only 182 moves were made in the whole game, but Li Mo thought that his moves were flawless, and even many of them he thought were excellent, which ordinary chess players would applaud when they saw. 

But when he had played more than a hundred hands, he counted secretly and found that he was not ahead, but actually slightly behind. 

How ridiculous is this? 

How could Lin Xuanyan be ahead even though he played chess so roughly? It was obvious that he had the advantage everywhere on the chessboard, so why was he not as good as him in the end? 

Li Mo deduced it carefully in his mind. 

He still didn't think there was anything wrong with his moves. 

He even thought that he played perfectly, whether it was the layout, the isolation, the big game, or the tricks, he did it very well. 

But the further he played, the more terrified he felt. By the 182nd move, he realized that his chess skills were no longer good. 

The ones who fall behind have no place to catch up. 

Why? On what basis? He looked at Lin Xuanyan, wanting to find the answer. 

Lin Xuanyan said bluntly: "Your chess theory is wrong. The chess books you have learned over the years are wrong." 

Li Mo is not good at speaking, so the shock is written all over his face. 

Lin Xuanyan continued: "You think many of your moves are correct and the only correct answers. But why are these moves correct? This is just what your chess elders told you, and you just believed it. And I have also proved that with many fierce tactics, even if I get out of the way, you can't do anything. Put aside all the chess theories you have learned and re-examine the chessboard, it will definitely be a different scene." 

Lin Xuanyan said nothing more. He stood up and prepared to leave. 

He believed that he could understand a lot by himself with Li Mo's intelligence. 

Li Mo looked at the plate?? 

Chess, shocked and speechless. 

After a long while, he stood up and clasped his fists towards Lin Xuanyan. 

Lin Xuanyan did not evade and accepted it calmly. 

A young man in white walked out of Momei Pavilion. Li Mo was still staring at the chessboard, not knowing what to say. 

There was a dead silence outside the Momei Pavilion, and everyone's eyes were on him, but he was unaware and left on his own. 

Someone who was not very good at chess suddenly started to curse, thinking that he was using some despicable means to force Li Mo to admit defeat. 

However, those who had truly seen the situation clearly again looked at him with extremely complicated eyes. 

In the blink of an eye, dusk had already fallen, the mist was thick, and Chengjun City was shrouded in a faint halo of light. It was the light of the setting sun that slightly changed color as it shone through the Chengjun City's thousand-year-old national defense formation. 

Ji Chanxi walked down the stairs slowly but did not return to the sect. She walked out of the venue and onto the street. 

The news of Lin Xuanyan's victory in the chess game had also come in. Although many people were mentally prepared, the whole audience was still shocked. 

The light orange sunset fell on Ji Chanxi's black skirt, as if it was covered with a light halo, and the light down feathers on the cotton skirt could be vaguely seen. 

The young man in white clothes who walked out of Momei Pavilion also walked onto the street. 

In the huge crowd, the boy and the girl passed each other, just like the most common encounter and miss in this world. 

Their steps never stopped, their eyes never met. 

When they reached the intersection, Lin Xuanyan finally stopped and looked back at the beautiful figure in the black dress. Ji Chanxi also happened to be at the intersection. She turned around and walked into another alley without stopping. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly laughed at himself, stretched himself, and suddenly thought of the longan and lotus seed soup. 

When he returned to Jianzong's Xiaodongtian, Pei Yuhan, Zhao Nian, and Yu Xiaotang were all waiting for him. 

Zhao Nian and Yu Xiaotang had recovered from their injuries, but they looked at him with a strange look in their eyes. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt a little uneasy, and stroked his forehead and said, "I was too tired from thinking too much while playing chess today, and my head is dizzy. I'm going to sleep first." 

"Come back." Pei Yuhan called him. 

"Master, what do you want?" 

Pei Yuhan said softly, "Eat this bowl of lotus seed soup before going to sleep." 

Lin Xuanyan had no choice but to sit down, pick up a bowl of warm lotus seed soup, and slowly draw circles in it with a spoon. 

The first to speak was Zhao Nian, who was the least talkative. 

"Junior brother, when you chose the sword for me that day, I knew you were hiding your abilities, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful." 

Yu Xiaotang echoed, "Yes, Junior Brother, how did you defeat Li Mo? Did you use any strange tricks? Tell me." 

Lin Xuanyan put down the spoon, looked at Yu Xiaotang and said seriously: "I did use some tricks." 

Yu Xiaotang's eyes lit up, and he looked at Lin Xuanyan, waiting for the next words. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "Xiaotang, do you know? Although Li Mo is not good at speaking, he is actually very deep in his heart. That day when you and Zhong Hua were competing, he was obsessed with the charm of Senior Sister. So I told him that if he could deliberately let me win, I would persuade Senior Sister to marry him..." 

Before Lin Xuanyan could finish his words, he was slapped on the head. Yu Xiaotang looked at him angrily, as if he wanted to strangle him to death. 

Pei Yuhan suddenly burst out laughing. 

She had many questions in her mind, but she was too embarrassed to speak them out. 

Zhao Nian also laughed and asked, "Junior brother, I wonder what your current realm is? Do you have a chance to defeat that Ji Chanxi who suddenly appeared?" 

Yu Xiaotang said: "That Ji Chanxi is hiding too much, and seems to be of the same kind as Junior Brother. However, judging from her ability to knock Xiao Wang down with just a few hits today, Junior Brother, even if you get beaten black and blue tomorrow, I won't laugh at you." 

Lin Xuanyan drank a bowl of lotus seed soup, feeling somewhat melancholy. Indeed, after five hundred years, some things have not changed, such as the bowl of soup in his hand, which still tasted like it was from another world. 

He just smiled and didn't answer. 

In fact, he himself is not very clear about his own realm. 

But he is confident that he can defeat Ji Chanxi. 

Because since he promised Yu Han that he would win the championship, he naturally couldn't break his promise. 

Yuhan has endured so much over the years, so naturally he has to share some of it. 

"Nian'er, Xiaotang, please go out for a while. I have something I want to talk to Xuanyan about alone." Pei Yuhan said softly. 

Although Zhao Nian and Yu Xiaotang were somewhat reluctant, they still walked out together. 

Only the master and his disciple were left in the room. 

The firewood and charcoal under the small stove glowed red, and the lotus seed soup still had a warm aroma, like the smoke rising from an ordinary home. He felt an inexplicable warmth. 

After finishing a bowl of lotus seed soup, the two put down their bowls and spoons almost at the same time, and Pei Yuhan said, "Xuan Yan, your master promised you a condition after you win. If you win tomorrow, what condition do you plan to give me?" 

Lin Xuanyan said directly: "Master, I want you." 

Pei Yuhan thought she had heard it wrong. When she finally realized what was happening, she couldn't help but blush. She angrily said, "What nonsense are you talking about? What will Nian'er and Xiaotang think of you?" 

Lin Xuanyan said indifferently: "It would be better if we don't let them know." 

Pei Yuhan forced herself to suppress her emotions, but her snowy neck was still somewhat flushed: "Do you like me?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not nod. 

He thought for a long time before he uttered: "Master, I am...giving you a great opportunity." 

How could you call this a chance? 

Pei Yuhan got angry for no reason and hit him hard on the forehead with a chestnut. Lin Xuanyan couldn't dodge and rubbed his forehead, secretly making a note in his mind. 

Lin Xuanyan said innocently: "At that time we agreed that any conditions were acceptable..." 

"But..." Pei Yuhan didn't know how to refute. 

"A relationship between a master and a disciple is unethical. Besides...Yuhan already has someone he loves." 

Lin Xuanyan's lips curled up slightly, thinking, you keep talking about human relations, but isn't the person you like also in a teacher-disciple relationship? 

Lin Xuanyan said seriously: "Master, I am not lying to you. This has nothing to do with human relations or love. This is just an opportunity. You will know when the time comes." 

Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan with a complicated expression, her chest couldn't help but rise and fall slightly, and Lin Xuanyan, who was pretending to be serious, couldn't help but be attracted to her. 

Pei Yuhan saw where his eyes were and wanted to give him another blow, but this time Lin Xuanyan reacted quickly and grabbed her hand. He suddenly leaned forward, and the two pretty faces were only an inch apart. Lin Xuanyan smiled slightly and leaned over to Pei Yuhan's ear and breathed softly. 

Whispered: "Master, you are very beautiful." 

Pei Yuhan felt humiliated by being teased by her own disciple. She pushed him away and said angrily, "You are disrespectful. If you really win tomorrow, you will get the peerless beauty Palace Master Lu, but you still dare to think about Master." 

Lin Xuanyan said calmly: "It's different." 

Pei Yuhan tucked a strand of messy hair behind her ear with her green jade fingers. She felt a little angry and a little embarrassed, so she said unhappily: "My stupid disciple, you'd better defeat Ji Chanxi tomorrow. If you can't, I'll let you experience the rules of our Hangong Sword Sect." 

Lin Xuanyan was amused: "Master, are you threatening me? Think carefully about the consequences." 

Pei Yuhan glared at him and said nothing. She felt a little nervous. 

Lin Xuanyan smiled and asked, "May I ask which sect rule did this disciple violate?" 

Pei Yuhan thought for a moment, stared at Lin Xuanyan and said, "Master, I will draft a rule tonight. If someone commits an offense against his superior, he will be punished with eighty strokes of the cane. I am the sect leader, and I have the final say!" 

Lin Xuanyan silently memorized this sect rule in his heart. 

I thought to myself that when you are spanked by your master in the future, don't blame him for being cruel and ruthless. He is just following the rules of his sect. 

The more Lin Xuanyan thought about it, the more interesting it became. He couldn't help but tease, "Well, tomorrow I'll deal with the eldest daughter of the Ji family, and then I'll deal with my beautiful master." 

Pei Yuhan couldn't stand this disciple who flirted with her everywhere. She didn't care whether Lin Xuanyan would win the championship tomorrow or what he would do after winning. 

Anyway, you have to drink and enjoy life today, and you haven't won the championship yet, right? 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt a chill on his back. He had a bad feeling when he saw Pei Yuhan picking up the scabbard and hitting him. Lin Xuanyan stood up and ran, but Pei Yuhan's cultivation was so high that her aura instantly locked the whole house. Lin Xuanyan, who couldn't open the door no matter what, looked at the white-clothed female sword fairy who was walking slowly towards him with the scabbard and a smile on her face. 

He smiled calmly. 

"Master, how about... we discuss this again... ah!" 

"Master...Master." 

"Master, please spare my life..." 

Because Yu Xiaotang had left his scabbard in the house, he heard screams from inside the house as soon as he walked to the door. Through the light, he could see Lin Xuanyan's figure running away in a panic as he was chased by people all over the house. 

Yu Xiaotang stood at the door, watching this scene and couldn't help but twitching her lips. She had completely forgotten all about her junior brother's demeanor. She looked at the figure who kept begging for mercy, sneered and said coquettishly: "Humph, so useless." 

... 

Before the competition the next day, Yu Xiaotang looked at Lin Xuanyan's dark circles and smiled secretly. 

Lin Xuanyan coughed twice and pretended to be calm, "I was practicing tactics last night and didn't get enough rest." 

Yu Xiaotang knew the reason, and snorted, "Come on." 

At this moment, Pei Yuhan and Lin Xuanyan's eyes met, but Pei Yuhan looked away in panic. Although she had beaten Lin Xuanyan severely yesterday and vented her anger, what if Lin Xuanyan won today? 

Will he give it back to himself even more? 

But Pei Yuhan believed that it would be difficult for Lin Xuanyan to win, because after seeing Ji Chanxi's realm, even she felt that he was too powerful to be scary. 

Although Pei Yuhan knew that her disciple had hidden many things, she believed that in terms of actual realm, he was definitely not as good as Ji Chanxi. 

This is also the reason why she dared to beat him up last night... 

Pei Yuhan glanced at the overcast sky and suddenly felt a sense of alarm. She murmured, "The weather is extremely bad today..." 

On the other hand, in Yin Yang Pavilion, no one knew what had happened, and everyone in the pavilion looked very solemn. 

Ji Xinian was even more dejected. Ji Chanxi stood beside him and said a few words before walking towards the ring. 

When she walked past Ji Yitian, he hesitated to speak, and she did not stop. 

Ji Chanxi seemed to have changed a lot, although she was still mysterious and beautiful, and still liked to wear that knee-length black cotton skirt, revealing her white and tight calves. Her long hair was still not tied up, and her eyebrows were still not made up, with the innocent beauty unique to young girls. 

But her temperament changed. 

Her eyes were extremely cold, as cold as ice, as if they contained snow that never melted all year round. 

Lin Xuanyan, who had been talking to Yu Xiaotang, also kept silent. He glanced at Ji Chanxi and then looked away. 

All eyes in the audience fell on these two people. 

They were originally the two least favored people, but they unexpectedly defeated their opponents all the way and came to this last arena to compete. Fate was so unexpected and so coincidental. 

At this moment, in the eyes of many people, Ji Chanxi and Lin Xuanyan's appearance and demeanor are so similar that they seem like a match made in heaven. 

As if by some tacit agreement, the boy and girl both liked to walk up the stairs one step at a time. There were 182 steps, and they stepped onto the first step at the same time, and then walked up step by step at the same speed. 

Separated by the entire arena, the two sides could not see each other. 

But their steps were so in sync, neither was late by a second, and neither was early by a breath. 

They all came to the arena built with brand new Phoenix Stone at the same time. 

The boy smiled slightly, as gentle as the spring breeze. The girl raised her eyebrows coldly, as cool as autumn water. 

Lin Xuanyan wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and felt that there was nothing to say. 

Ji Chanxi chuckled and said, "You are also very good, much better than Xiao Wang." 

Xiao Wang, who was still watching the battle at Xuanmen with an injured and weak body, froze when he heard this, which made the situation worse. 

The young man in white clothes and with a long sword on his waist smiled silently: "You are also very good. I took a closer look at you on the day of my senior sister's competition, and at that time I was sure that you were deliberately suppressing your realm." 

The girl in the black dress said proudly: "Well. I also believe that you are not just fast with your sword. Don't hide your realm, otherwise you won't be able to withstand a single blow." 

The young man smiled helplessly, took a step forward, and walked into a realm. 

It was as if history was repeating itself, just like what happened to Ji Chanxi yesterday. 

Ji Chanxi looked at the young man who took another step to enter the second realm and snorted coldly: "Boring. It seems that you are not much better than Xiao Wang." 

A gloomy atmosphere suddenly filled the whole place, like an autumn wind blowing across the ground, and the whole city was covered with frost. 

The young man's raised foot suddenly stopped. He swayed slowly in the air before landing. As soon as his foot was rooted, Lin Xuanyan's momentum suddenly rose. His sword was still in the sheath, but his whole body was like a sharp sword, unstoppable. 

The battle for the champion of the Dao Trial Conference was about to start. Before everyone could recover from the shock of Lin Xuanyan's display of strength, Ji Chanxi's figure shot out like a bullet, leaving a straight and thin black line in the air. 

When the straight black line touched Lin Xuanyan, it suddenly deformed, like a swaying and broken rain thread. 

Her figure did not change, but Lin Xuanyan's sword light had already lit up, and her shadow suddenly bent in the refraction of the sword light. The moment the two lines, one white and one black, touched each other, they entangled many times and then suddenly staggered, silently, and there were many black and white silks floating where the figures were entangled. 

That's the mark of a torn sleeve. 

This was a strike from both sides who were at the fifth level of cultivation. 

The two figures bounced when they touched the ground. Ji Chanxi shouted, and a dark smoke rose from his body. His figure turned into a green-faced, fang-toothed monster, and he pounced towards Lin Xuanyan. Lin Xuanyan tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, and a bright sword light grew from tiny to huge, like a sudden flash of light. 

The sword flashed brilliantly and slashed away. 

The figures met again in the air, and the monster transformed by Mo Yan enveloped Ji Chanxi. Her face was still clear, but it looked even more charming against this background. 

The sword light and the ink color canceled each other out and swallowed each other, passing in an instant, still silently. 

This was a battle between the two sides who were at the sixth level of cultivation. 

The staggered figures twisted again, and thunderous roars suddenly exploded in the field, which was the sound of the air exploding. 

Lin Xuanyan held the sword horizontally, and with a flick of his wrist, it was as if a gully in front of him was split open instantly. He took a step forward, and the sword energy shattered and splashed. To outsiders, it was a mountain wave that rose up without any warning. 

Seventh realm! Lin Xuanyan has also entered the seventh realm! 

Ji Chanxi looked calm, and the two of them locked eyes. Mist rose from between her brows, and her already dark pupils suddenly became like the moon covered by dark clouds, becoming completely dark. 

At the same time, waves of illusory shadows suddenly rose from the ground above the entire venue. 

Countless ink-colored mountains rose from the ground and connected in mid-air, as if someone had taken a pen and dipped it in ink to create a landscape painting in one go, covering the entire arena! 

That was a Dao formation, with Ji Chanxi as the center, and a Dao formation was laid out in an instant. 

The mountains blocked Lin Xuanyan's view. 

He swung his sword and slashed. The bright sword light tore through the cliffs and split the black color. As soon as one mountain collapsed, another one immediately rose up. Layers of black mountains were like tidal waves, like thousands of troops, surrounding him tightly. 

Ji Chanxi's figure was hidden in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to strike. 

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the gloomy atmosphere was getting thicker and thicker, as if a heavy rain was coming. 

Lin Xuanyan lowered his eyes, ignoring the vast mountains and rivers. He unfolded his sword, holding one end of the hilt with one hand and pinching the blade with three fingers with the other hand. His fingers slowly brushed across the blade, and the sound of the sword lingered, continuously. 

A clear voice is like a phoenix perching on a high branch, suddenly breaking away. 

At some point, Lin Xuanyan no longer had the sword in his hand! 

Two completely different sword lights appeared in the dark mountains, one was clear and gentle, and passed by gracefully. 

There was a sharp thunderbolt, and the axe struck down. 

There was thunder in the sky and earth. 

That was real thunder. 

The mountains collapsed one after another, and Ji Chanxi's mysterious figure turned into a light and graceful stroke of ink painting. 

She crossed the gap between the two sword lights and casually grabbed, actually lifting up a dark-colored mountain. However, the dark-colored mountain that was tall and majestic in Lin Xuanyan's eyes was just a soybean in her hand, real and fake. 

She casually swung her hand, and the mountain fell down, split into three parts by the two sword lights that came back. The sword lights also dimmed slightly, and more and more dark colors surged, like many stars holding the moon, swallowing up the two sword lights in an instant. 

At this moment, dark clouds gathered in the sky, thunder rolled, and suddenly heavy rain poured down. 

The collision between the two men actually triggered a celestial phenomenon, and the heavy rain fell an incense stick of time earlier. 

The four guarding elders used their magical powers to block the rain for the people in the field. 

The rain water poured into Ji Chanxi's Dao formation, which was even more terrifying. A dragon began to move in the originally dry riverbed, and a flash flood appeared. 

Swords flash, heavy rain, and splashing ink! 

The white rain is pouring down like a pot, the raindrops are falling, and the curtain is pouring down. 

Raindrops the size of soybeans fell into the Taoist formation, stirring it into a turbid state. 

A sword light crisscrossed the mountains and rivers, splitting them when it met a mountain and blocking a river when it met a river. Finally, it turned into a white shadow and fell on Lin Xuanyan's palm. At the moment when his slender knuckles clasped the hilt of the sword, the raindrops that were about to touch the white clothes suddenly bounced away and collided with the falling jade beads, splashing into a vast mist. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled and chanted in a long and gentle voice: "Bring the spring scenery to the south of the Yangtze River." 

The sword also sang softly, and slowly slashed out. Lin Xuanyan's figure was lost in the sword light, and he kept swinging the sword. The sword light was like thousands of falling flowers, illuminating the mountains and rivers. It was as if he was a boat, crossing the river. The rain poured down from the sky, but it didn't stain his white clothes at all. 

The dots of green sword light merged into one, as if the sword had cut off a piece of sky and water, stretching across it. 

A sword splits mountains and cuts rivers. 

Ji Chanxi's elusive figure turned into a dark shadow rising up, her eyebrows revealed a cold look, she snorted coldly: "It's just a show, nothing more than that." 

At the moment when the Dao formation was crumbling, a punch was thrown. 

An extremely tall and majestic figure in black armor stood behind Ji Chanxi and swung out the same circle at the same time as him. The two figures overlapped and instantly shattered the mighty sword light. 

Lin Xuanyan's face showed strange color, and he slashed with his sword again. 

There are thunders in the sky and fist sounds everywhere. 

Ji Chanxi and the black-armored giant behind him overlapped, punching again and again, so fast that it was shocking. 

Bang bang bang! 

The air suddenly exploded. 

Ji Chanxi showed a hint of mockery. 

The sword energy killing move that Lin Xuanyan had hidden in the air just now was easily broken by the hammer. 

The next lap hit me straight on the head. 

A pool of white light appeared in front of him, and Lin Xuanyan had already drawn his sword to block it. 

Even when he was backing his sword to block, he still used the gaps to swing out many swords. The sword energy was overwhelming, tearing through the rain curtain, lighting up the lightning, and cutting off the right arm of the black-armored giant in one go. 

The Dharma image behind Ji Chanxi suddenly collapsed. 

She remained unmoved. 

As she moved, a new image appeared behind her, a three-headed strange bird with black wings. 

Lin Xuanyan, who had just been knocked back several feet by a punch, looked even more solemn. He did not rush to draw his sword, but instead held the hilt of the sword with one hand, stood sideways, with the tip of the sword just slightly above his waist, waiting for an opportunity to strike. 

Around him, sword lights flashed like the wind and water, connecting to form a formation. 

"It's vulnerable." Ji Chanxi said coldly: "Break it for me." 

A strange smell fell along with the rain. 

Each rain line was like a sword falling from the sky, as if Lin Xuanyan would be riddled with holes in the next moment. 

For the first time, Lin Xuanyan's calm expression showed something strange: "Are you possessed?" 

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Ji Chanxi's mouth. 

Lin Xuanyan frowned even more tightly. This doesn't look like he's possessed by a demon... What kind of skill is this? 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly raised his head. In his eyes, the raindrops were like evil spirits rushing towards him. Some had ferocious fangs, some had twisted expressions, some had three heads and six arms, and some were wielding giant sickles... Their figures combined, roaring fiercely, and choosing who to eat. 

The gate of hell opened before our eyes, and demons and ghosts rushed out like a raging sea. 

The young man in white suddenly gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his mental energy on the sword. A loud shout suddenly rang out along with the clear sound of the sword, and the sound of heavy rain falling mixed with the sound of sleeves and robes tearing filled the arena. 

The world is bright and generous. 

Lin Xuanyan held his sword horizontally again. 

He used the most primitive posture to strike out the simplest sword. 

But this sword is extremely bright, like a handful of morning sun rising in the dusk. 

The sword is like the morning sun, and so is the young man. 

The rain curtain in the sky rolled back dozens of feet in an instant! 

In an instant, it was as if the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared up, and the haze had dissipated. 

Ji Chanxi's many evil ghost images shattered in an instant. She hastily formed a seal and retreated suddenly. Countless images blocked her way and blocked the power of the sword. 

She managed to avoid the most dazzling part, but her figure was still swallowed by the white light, and the rain that rolled back dozens of feet instantly ripped the sleeves of her arms, revealing two white arms as white as jade lotus roots. 

A moment later, Ji Chanxi fell out of the white light. 

The rain instantly soaked her whole body. After she landed, she gasped for air and kept coughing up blood, looking confused. 

Seeing this scene, Yu Xiaotang suddenly lost his mind: "This sword is not..." 

Pei Yuhan quickly covered her mouth. 

Yu Xiaotang stared at his master with eyes wide open. 

Look of shock. 

More and more people at the scene reacted and realized that this sword was the same one Yu Xiaotang had used that day. 

Only a very few people still remember its name, Cangshan Holding the Sun. 

The heavy rain poured down again and instantly soaked Lin Xuanyan. He dragged his sword and looked exhausted. 

Although this sword also severely injured Ji Chanxi, it was obvious that it hurt the enemy by 1,000 but also hurt itself by 2,000. 

The sharpest part of the sword was blocked by the evil ghost, and its power was greatly reduced when it landed on Ji Chanxi. 

There was a crisp sound, which was extremely harsh amid the noise of falling rain. 

The sword broke. 

March is broken. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the broken sword on the ground with a sad expression. He glanced at where Pei Yuhan was, feeling a little sorry and regretful. 

Pei Yuhan stood there in silence. Although she had prepared herself mentally before lending the sword to Lin Xuanyan, she was still heartbroken when the sword that had accompanied her for five hundred years and had special meaning to her was broken. 

Seeing this, Ji Chanxi said coldly: "How dare you be distracted?" 

Before the sound died down, the fist had already arrived. Lin Xuanyan simply dropped his sword and fought with Ji Chanxi. 

The two figures collided in mid-air, and they no longer had time to block the rain that fell on them. The punches hit their flesh, shaking their bodies. 

Lin Xuanyan punched Ji Chanxi in the heart. 

Ji Chanyi also punched him in the forehead. 

The two figures moved so fast and so quickly that they were like two black bullets that kept colliding and bouncing off each other, separating and merging. 

When both sides stopped again, their clothes were torn and their bodies were covered with wounds. 

In comparison, Lin Xuanyan was more seriously injured. 

The place where he landed happened to be the broken sword, which made him look even more desolate. 

His state of mind had already reached the peak of the sage, and his Taoism was not low either, but he was suppressed by a little girl. The only explanation was his state of mind. 

Where has Ji Chanxi reached? 

Ji Chanxi was naked, but she stood proudly with her chest held high and her head held high, the blood still flowing from the wounds on her snow-white body stained the rain. 

She looked at Lin Xuanyan and suddenly felt a little familiar. 

At this critical moment of life and death, she suddenly lost consciousness for a moment. 

She recalled that when she was very young, her mother sang a play for her in that exquisitely decorated but house-bound room. 

My mother was extremely beautiful at that time, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like spring water. Her smile, frown and playing of the zither could captivate half of the city. 

She sang the story of a female general. 

Her long sleeves fluttered as she sang and danced. Although her body was delicate and frail, her eyes were bright. 

It was like a female general in armor looking back at her hometown thousands of miles away in the dust. 

She never forgot. 

At that time, she didn't know how much her mother admired such a woman, nor did she know whether she liked the man who often visited her mother's boudoir and every time he came, he would let the servants trick him into leaving and then close the door so that she didn't know what he was doing with her mother. 

Time has passed, and it was only a moment of absent-mindedness. The two eyes seemed to meet in the air. 

Ji Chanxi suddenly closed her eyes. 

The blood on her body and face was washed away by the heavy rain, and she looked a little pale, but still beautiful. 

A tall female figure suddenly appeared behind her. 

In the dim sky and earth, the image of the dharma stood out more. 

She was a woman of extraordinary beauty, with narrow eyebrows and eyes, a white robe like clouds, and a graceful demeanor like an immortal. 

At that moment, the silver-haired woman in a black robe in a corner suddenly trembled violently, and her expression was suddenly moved, even though she was usually calm. 

"How...how is it possible?" 

The matter was of great importance, so she said nothing and focused on the changes in the field. 

Ji Chanxi looked at Lin Xuanyan and said slowly: "It's over." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the image behind her and suddenly said, "So that's how it is. I didn't expect it to be like this." 

The female image did not say much, the moonlight was like water, covering the girl in black skirt. 

Ji Chanxi pulled his fist back to his waist, and a moon shadow condensed on the tip of his fist. 

The fist's power flowed, shaking off the rain, and its momentum actually crossed the eighth and ninth realms, approaching the realm of transformation! 

That's a pseudo-realm. But it's enough. 

Lin Xuanyan sighed and said, "I will definitely lose this attack. But I still want to try." 

He bent down, picked up the broken sword, and held it in his hand. 

He was very disappointed that he didn't win in the end. 

He was unwilling to fulfill the agreement he made with Yuhan. 

Looking at the ethereal female figure behind Ji Chanxi, he felt helpless. 

It's fate, not war's fault. 

He knew he would lose, but he couldn't retreat. This was the way of swordsmanship he had taught Pei Yuhan, and he wanted to lead by example. 

Over the years, my disciple has suffered so much, but not only can I not seek justice, but now I am even going to be defeated by a junior. 

Although that statue is a being older than himself. 

Lin Xuanyan took a deep breath, and the broken sword drew water like a dragon. The rain water along the sword actually condensed into substance, and the broken sword was complete. 

He walked with the sword in hand, the sword rang and vibrated, and the sword energy was like a rainbow. 

The wind is the sword, the water is the sword, and the rain curtain in the sky is turned into sword force. 

Magnificent and grand. 

That sword was so decisive that it had the potential to destroy everything together! 

Pei Yuhan suddenly felt extremely uneasy. She could see what this sword meant. 

If a sword is broken, the mission will fail, and at least half of the hard-earned skills will be wasted... 

Ji Chanxi looked at Lin Xuanyan who was coming with a sword and sighed slightly. 

The gap in realm is always irreparable. 

She delivered that punch, straight, powerful, and without any frills. 

With such a simple action, the rain curtain was torn apart like a tidal wave. 

The long sword could not bear the weight and broke again. Lin Xuanyan spat out a mouthful of blood. His palm was cracked and the sword slipped out of his hand and fell into the rain. The heavy rain still washed away the blood on the sword. 

His figure was thrown high up in the air, like a white bird with broken wings, falling to the ground. 

He had no emotion in his heart. He knew that he seemed to be defeated completely. The eighth level of cultivation that he had secretly accumulated with great effort would be completely destroyed. 

But at this moment, his heart was so calm. 

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he saw Pei Yuhan's figure in his peripheral vision. 

The past suddenly emerged in my mind like a revolving lantern. 

One scene after another. 

That year...That year... 

It seems like a lifetime ago. 

... 

That year, Dongling had a heavy snowfall, which covered thousands of houses. The wealthy played the zither and watched the snow, the aroma of wine and the sound of the zither, the singing girls and the dancing girls, their skirts fluttering in the wind and snow, turned into the New Year. 

Outside the carved red windows, the sky-blue roof tiles were covered with snow, and icicles hung from the jade eaves. The cold wind blew through the alleys and corridors like a knife, through the carved beams and painted buildings of the golden and jade shops, and through the dilapidated and barren old houses, lingering for a long time. 

There were no birds in sight for thousands of miles, and the sound of the Tumiqin that drifted from nowhere was also made lonely by the cold wind and snow. 

Ye Linyuan slowly pushed open the vermilion door of the mansion. In the bright yellow candlelight-lit mansion, the dignitaries were still toasting each other. The dishes had not yet been served, and the wine had not yet been served for three rounds, but he walked out on his own, looking at the heavy snow that had not yet fallen, and the sky was filled with a dull white. 

He held up a clean paper umbrella and walked out slowly. 

Year after year, the melting snow lightly covered the long years of cultivation without knowing the cold or warmth, year after year, as if the passage of time was just a monotonous repetition. 

Just like this heavy snow, after it swept through the world, only one color remained. 

The young Taoist boy looked at his disappearing figure holding an umbrella and asked curiously, "Master, what are you going to do?" 

Someone explained in a low voice: "Your master doesn't like crowds, he wants to go out for a walk." 

The young Taoist child uttered an "oh" and looked up at the gorgeous lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The hanging colored ribbons swayed slightly, and the fine porcelain bells on the dancers' waists rang, passing through the bright pavilion and fading into the snow outside the beaded curtain. 

The child in Taoist clothes asked childishly: "After I go to the mountains, can I still go home often?" 

"Of course." The middle-aged woman touched the boy's head lovingly, and after a moment, she sighed and said, "But when Xiao Chunshan becomes an immortal, will he still miss home?" 

The child said without hesitation: "Of course. Home is so good. There is no place better than home." 

The child looked at the snow outside in the yard. If it weren't for the group of guests with a celestial appearance coming to the mansion today, he would be playing with the maids making snowmen. 

Once I have completed the apprenticeship ceremony, I will officially become that person's apprentice. 

Then we'll go up the mountain. 

He was very reluctant. 

But my father seemed very happy. 

The middle-aged woman rubbed the child's head and hugged him in her arms, reluctant to let him go. 

The snow was blowing in the wind, the cold wind was biting, and he walked silently in the frost and snow. 

The world is not as peaceful as the mountains. 

No matter how heavy the snow is, it cannot cover up the scars of an old city. 

Ye Linyuan stopped walking with an umbrella. 

A little girl about seven or eight years old was pushed out of the mansion, and the door slammed shut. The little girl hammered on the door with her red, frozen hands, while she lifted her sleeves to wipe away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. 

The little girl knocked on the door for a long time, and seemed exhausted. She knelt in the snow outside the door, her eyes red. 

How could a thin piece of cloth protect against the frost and snow? The little girl stood up from the snow with difficulty and walked slowly towards an alley. 

The snow was deep, so she took every step very slowly. 

Ye Linyuan sighed. The myriad situations in the world were ultimately no match for the pure cultivation in the mountains. He had no distractions, and the only thing he was obsessed with was achieving immortality. 

Ye Linyuan did not stop for a poor girl, he walked slowly towards another street. 

The curling smoke from ordinary people's homes, the silver-haired old woman leaning on a cane, the child in new clothes covering his ears while setting off firecrackers, the beggars queuing up to receive the meager relief porridge, the sound of chanting from the temple, at this time of year, there are always many people praying for incense and worshiping Buddha. 

There are also manuscripts scattered on the snow by frustrated scholars. Ye Linyuan picked one up at random, pinched a corner and looked at you: I don't know the intention to return home, my temples are gray like the old words. 

Ye Linyuan shook his head slightly. 

At this time, the temple bell rang, and the crowd rushed in. 

It seems that all hopes and aspirations for the New Year are rising in the blue fireworks in front of the gods and Buddhas. 

Fireworks are rising and bells are ringing. 

A fine layer of snow covered the umbrella. 

Ye Linyuan looked at this long-lost world, feeling lost and at a loss for words. 

He walked farther and farther through the alleys, turning around and around, his footprints overlapping with those of passers-by, making them no longer recognizable. 

The night gradually falls, the vast white?? 

The snow spread out into a silvery sheen, while some were illuminated by the lanterns of the noble houses, making them magnificent. 

At a certain corner, Ye Linyuan saw the girl again. The girl was curled up in a dark corner, with straw spread on her body, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying. 

Many people die in the city every winter. 

What you get used to becomes normal. 

Ye Linyuan couldn't help but walk to the little girl and asked, "Aren't you going home so late?" 

The little girl looked at the young man who suddenly walked up to her with an umbrella, tears welled up in her eyes, and she said nothing. 

Ye Linyuan sighed softly when he saw her pale lips and eyelashes covered with frost. 

He squatted down and patted the girl's head. 

The immortal touches the head. 

The girl suddenly felt less cold. She looked at the young man with a sage-like demeanor and shrank back timidly. Although she didn't know what this young-looking but old-looking man had done, she still whispered a thank you. 

Ye Linyuan asked again: "Don't you have anywhere to go?" 

The little girl bit her lip and lowered her head. Her originally tender face was covered with a lot of dirty carbon black. Her tattered clothes couldn't even cover her. He could see the deep and shallow bruises on the little girl's arms. 

"My father is dead." The little girl spoke. 

The little girl said incoherently: "My mother asked me to work for the Li family and told me to be obedient and not to go home if I was kicked out. I worked for the Li family for three months and was doing well. But suddenly their mistress accused me of stealing something, beat me up, and kicked me out." 

Ye Linyuan looked at the little girl's slightly trembling shoulders, and there was a little bitterness in his already clear mind. He did not ask the little girl if she really stole something, which was meaningless. 

He just asked softly: "What's your name?" 

The little girl kept her mouth shut and her head down, refusing to make a sound. 

Ye Linyuan asked again: "Don't you have a name?" 

After a long while, the little girl finally said, "My mother said...my mother said I was...a money-loser." 

"Money-losing goods?" Ye Linyuan murmured softly, and suddenly laughed. He nodded as if he had suddenly realized something, and said, "So your last name is Pei." 

The little girl looked up at the gentleman with a bewildered look on her face. 

No matter what her last name was before, from now on her last name was Pei. 

Ye Linyuan laughed a few times and stretched out a hand to the little girl. 

He was very young, but his hands were surprisingly broad, with heavy calluses and deep palm lines. 

The little girl did not move. 

Ye Linyuan said: "Come home with me." 

The little girl shook her head: "No." 

Ye Linyuan suddenly wanted to ask: Do you know who I am? 

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was too embarrassing, so he sorted out his thoughts and said, "Don't you want to live a life without worries about food and clothing, with three meals a day? If you have enough talent, you can also seek the truth that ordinary people can hardly achieve in their lifetime. There are no masters who oppress slaves in the mountains. You just need to treat it as your own home and take whatever you want. No one will ask if you stole anything." 

The little girl raised her head, her gray eyes sparkled again, and she seemed to be shaken. 

But after a long silence, the little girl still shook her head. 

This was the biggest setback Ye Linyuan had ever encountered in his life. 

Children from ordinary families, no matter how rich your family is or how high your position is, would consider it an honor to become his disciple, but this little girl who was almost frozen to death rejected him again and again. 

Ye Linyuan laughed at himself, but he couldn't help asking, "Why?" 

The little girl cried and said, "The Li family hasn't paid me this month's wages yet... I can barely afford to eat at home." 

Ye Linyuan comforted her: "If you come with me, you and your family won't have to worry about having no food to eat." 

"You're lying." The little girl avoided her gaze. 

Ye Linyuan smiled and said, "Why would I lie to a little girl like you?" 

The little girl said: "My mother said that it is impossible for someone in this world to be nice to me for no reason." 

Ye Linyuan still did not retract his outstretched hand. He thought for a moment and said sincerely, "Do you want to freeze to death in this snowy night, or do you choose to go to the mountain with me?" 

The little girl blinked her eyes. The straw was cold, and her clothes were cold. 

She couldn't help but tremblingly stretched out her hand and took his hand. 

Ye Linyuan held the little girl's hand and walked in the snowy night. The little girl, who had been hungry for a long time, suddenly felt her legs go weak and she knelt down in the snow. 

Ye Linyuan looked at the little girl who was struggling to get out with her knees sunk in the snow. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind and he said seriously, "This is considered as the ceremony of becoming my disciple. From now on, you will officially be my disciple. And the eldest disciple." 

The little girl looked confused again. 

After a while, the little girl seemed to realize something, and suddenly kowtowed to the middle-aged Taoist priest, mumbling: "Greetings, Master." 

Ye Linyuan couldn't help laughing. He put the umbrella on the snow, picked up the little girl with both hands, and walked towards the Deng family's mansion. 

The snow was getting deeper and falling silently. In the night when the lights were just coming on, I didn't know which house in the alley the little girl's home was. 

Snowflakes fell on Ye Linyuan's black hair, wetting his temples, eyebrows, and eyes, making him look like he had white hair. The little girl suddenly raised her hand and gently brushed the frost off the middle-aged man's hair. 

At that moment, her eyes were bright. 

Ye Linyuan didn't dislike the girl's dirty hands, he just smiled faintly. 

The story in that alley soon disappeared at the next corner. Only the paper umbrella in the snow, blown by the wind, told the past. The heavy snow was silent, and gradually submerged their footprints. 

The crackling sound of firecrackers spreads into the wind of the new year, turning into auspiciousness for the new year. 

Year after year, as always... 

How many years have passed in the blink of an eye? 

... 

The past came flooding back, and the five hundred years seemed to have disappeared, while the voices, faces, and smiles were still just yesterday. 

A thousand thoughts, but only a blink of an eye. 

Lin Xuanyan's seriously injured figure was about to fall heavily to the ground. 

At that moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. 

He closed his eyes, and a very familiar sword energy suddenly ignited in his lungs. 

It was like a dazzling spark suddenly rising, my mind became clear instantly, and my sword became hot. 

Lin Xuanyan subconsciously said silently: "Sword move!" 

The man from five hundred years ago and the boy today seemed to overlap. 

His figure did not fall any further, he was suspended in the air. 

A straight sword supported his back, humming and trembling, as if it had been lonely for thousands of years. 

A sword comes from the south. 

From the Sword Pavilion in Han Palace to Chengjun City, this sword was taken from a thousand miles away, and the sword arrived with the heart. 

He subconsciously reached behind his shoulder and grasped the sword. 

The sword energy splashed, turning the rain curtain into misty fog, and the sword light shone through his eyebrows. 

He held the sword, looking at the familiar patterns on it, and the sixty-two deep and shallow notches on the blade. 

It's like five hundred years have passed, and old friends suddenly meet again. 

Ji Chanxi looked at the sword that came from nowhere, and just by feeling his aura, she knew that Lin Xuanyan's realm was only higher than hers. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the sword and whispered, "Xianyu, long time no see." 

He didn't care whether Yu Han would be suspicious or what other people would think. He held the sword and felt that he could cut through everything. 

Just like five hundred years ago. 

Two white lines tore through the rain curtain, and the world seemed like an upside-down sea, with huge ripples spreading out one after another as the two white lines suddenly rose. 

Lin Xuanyan and Ji Chanxi's figures had long disappeared in the rain, and there were only two white rain lines in the sky that sometimes disappeared and sometimes appeared, colliding and moving with extremely terrifying power. 

Even a strong person at the level of transformation would find it difficult to catch their tracks. 

Almost no one present recognized the sword. 

It's been too long since the past. 

But even five hundred years ago, very few people had seen it. 

But Pei Yuhan knew him. 

She often played with the sword, and she remembered every pattern and every tiny gap on it. 

The heavy rain was blocked from the sky by the Dao method. 

But she suddenly felt as if she had been soaked in rain for three days and three nights, and she was in a state of dismay. 

She stared at Lin Xuanyan holding the sword, her beautiful face already covered in tears. 

The rain gradually stirred into a huge vortex in the air. Above the vortex, sometimes Ji Chanxi's petite figure in a black skirt appeared, and sometimes a young man in white holding a sword appeared. 

There was no telling how many times the two of them had fought each other, and how many wounds they had on their bodies. 

But no one gave up. 

There was a sharp sound of metal rubbing against stone, like the cry of a crane. 

For the first time, the figures of both parties appeared clearly in the rain. 

The rain fell again, splashing on them into a mist that was bloody and smelled fishy. 

As if with some kind of tacit understanding, Lin Xuanyan and Ji Chanxi said silently at the same time: "Go!" 

The long sword in Lin Xuanyan's hand flew out, and the Dharma image behind Ji Chanxi also rushed into the rain. 

The sword and the magic are fighting in the air. 

Lin Xuanyan and Ji Chanxi's Qi was locked together. Without the support of their magical instruments, they seemed to have lost all their cultivation and were extremely weak. 

Even so, they did not just sit there and wait for the outcome of the battle between the sword and the Dharma image. Ji Chanxi took a right step forward and threw a punch. 

Lin Xuanyan dodged sideways and stretched out his right hand, trying to catch Ji Chanxi's fist. 

Unexpectedly, Ji Chanxi suddenly retracted his fist and punched out with his left fist, hitting directly in the abdomen. 

Lin Xuanyan used his left hand to block the blow horizontally, and then his fists and wrists collided. After twisting and tangling for a while, Lin Xuanyan suddenly kicked sideways and attacked Ji Chanxi's waist. 

Ji Chanxi didn't even dodge, but swung down with her right hand, breaking through the defense. 

A fist hit Lin Xuanyan's chest. 

Lin Xuanyan couldn't bear the force and took three steps back. 

Ji Chanxi didn't care about the pain in her waist. 

Seize the opportunity to win. 

A punch to the face. 

Lin Xuanyan's eyes flashed with a hint of forbearance. He turned to the right without making a sound, grabbed Ji Chanxi's right wrist, and casually grabbed the girl's right upper arm with his right hand. He turned his body to the left, stepped his right foot to the left, and in an instant, he turned his back to Ji Chanxi and actually carried her on his shoulders. Ji Chanxi twisted her body and couldn't break free for a while. Lin Xuanyan gritted his teeth, suddenly exerted force, and pulled the girl's right arm forward and downward with both hands, and threw the girl to the ground. 

When Ji Chanxi tried to break free and stand up, Lin Xuanyan suddenly pressed down on her. Ji Chanxi reacted very quickly and hit Lin Xuanyan's forehead with an extremely vicious punch. 

Before he could use his elbow to hold the girl to prevent him from getting up, the girl suddenly flipped to the right. The power in her petite body was so amazing that she flipped Lin Xuanyan over and pressed him down! 

Bang! 

A punch hit him in the face, and Lin Xuanyan was knocked dizzy. He gritted his teeth and held Ji Chanxi's side tightly with one hand, trying to turn her over. 

At this moment, the clothes of the young man and the young woman had been mostly destroyed in the heavy rain. Such a physical fight should have looked extremely erotic, but the two people's moves were fierce, and only the intention of killing remained. 

How could Ji Chanxi let him get away so easily? She punched Lin Xuanyan again and again, trying to knock him out in one go. 

Suddenly the girl let out a cry and her punch slowed down. 

She was so furious that the damned boy actually twisted her exposed nipples tightly with his hands! 

The soft jade peak was severely deformed in his hands, and the inside of his thumb and index finger tightly grasped the erect bud and twisted it! 

The girl's private parts were attacked, and she held his invading arm tightly with one hand, twisting her waist to try to break free. 

Bang! 

Ji Chanxi was unable to break free for a moment, and she slapped him hard, cursing: "Shameless!" 

Lin Xuanyan had no time to speak. He suddenly pinched the breast hard, and the girl let out a low whine. Her body relaxed and Lin Xuanyan flipped her over. 

Lin Xuanyan took the initiative again. He grabbed Ji Chanxi's hands and turned her over, with her half-exposed back facing him. Ji Chanxi gritted her teeth, her face pressed against the ground covered with rain and sticky powder. She could only let him sit on her thighs and clamp her wrists with one hand. 

Lin Xuanyan's voice was a little hoarse and distorted: "Admit defeat!" 

Ji Chanxi shook her arms vigorously, trying to break free, and she shouted: "Get out!" 

Lin Xuanyan, who had just been beaten black and blue, looked at Ji Chanxi's slender waist twisting and turning to break free. Her clothes were wet by the rain and clung to her body, outlining her figure even more charmingly. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt a surge of nameless anger in his heart. 

There was only a crisp snapping sound. 

An extremely powerful slap landed on Ji Chanxi's delicate buttocks. 

Ji Chanxi turned her head as hard as she could and glared at him, her pretty face full of shame and anger. 

Looking at Ji Chanxi's embarrassed and angry eyes, Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt a sense of violent pleasure in his heart. 

He raised his hand high. 

Another slap landed, the sound was extremely crisp and powerful, the flesh rolled, the black skirt wrinkled, and the buttocks that had been wet by the rain for a long time looked even more red. 

That voice fell into the ears of everyone in the venue. 

Ji Chanxi had never suffered such humiliation before. The physical pain was only secondary, the psychological humiliation was the most painful. 

She had endured for so many years, and once she revealed her realm, she should have been invincible among her peers. But now she was spanked by her opponent in front of tens of thousands of people? 

"Are you convinced?" 

Lin Xuanyan seemed addicted to beating her, slapping her buttocks repeatedly, like beating a drum. The slapping sounds were like thunders exploding in Ji Chanxi's ears. Out of dignity, she clenched her teeth and did not let herself make a sound of pain. 

This scene was like a father teaching his daughter a lesson for making a mistake. Such a humiliating punishment was actually carried out in front of tens of thousands of people! 

"Is this all you can do?" Although Ji Chanxi was washed by pain and humiliation over and over again, her heart was firm and she was very strong. 

Lin Xuanyan's palms rained down like rain, hitting you many times in a row, and said coldly: "Don't you accept it? Then I will beat you until you accept it." 

The sound of "pa pa pa" penetrates the rain curtain and resounds in everyone's heart. 

Ji Chanyi twisted her body violently due to the pain, but she showed no sign of giving up, and continued to look for flaws to fight back. 

Lin Xuanyan seemed not to stop until she begged for mercy, and he slapped her buttocks again, making her flesh sway and smell sexy. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly grabbed a corner of the black skirt and wanted to tear off the entire skirt. Although this was very despicable, he was almost exhausted and just wanted to break through her inner defenses as quickly as possible. 

Ji Chanxi finally couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to fight to the death, so she mobilized the last bit of strength she had accumulated with great difficulty. 

Ji Chanxi's body suddenly shook like a carp, and Lin Xuanyan, who was sitting on her thighs, suddenly lost his balance when he raised his hands. He secretly thought that it was not good. Ji Chanxi had already twisted her body forcefully, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her lips, but her eyes were fierce, and all the anger accumulated by Lin Xuanyan's humiliation to her was accumulated in her fist. 

"Go to hell!" 

There was thunder rumbling in the sky. 

Ji Chanxi used all her strength to punch him in the chest, and Lin Xuanyan's white shirt was instantly torn apart, leaving a bloody mess. 

He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, coughing non-stop. 

Ji Chanxi stood up, the rain fell on her snow-white body. Apart from her half-destroyed clothes, she only had the black cotton skirt that was intact. 

Her face was extremely beautiful, beyond compare, even at this moment she still looked like a fairy Ling Chen, a stunning sight. 

But in Lin Xuanyan's eyes, she was like a female Asura at this moment. 

He struggled to get up, and suddenly his hand reached behind him. 

Slightly cool palms. 

That's the hilt of the sword. 

That was March, that broken sword! 

He was ecstatic in his heart, but his face remained expressionless. Ji Chanxi had drained the last of his magic power and had nothing to rely on, but he still had the sword. 

Even though it's a broken sword, it's enough. 

But at the moment of the final battle, a person in green suddenly appeared in Lin Xuanyan's peripheral vision. 

The woman in green stood in the rain in the distance, looking like a bamboo leaf washed by rain. 

Lin Xuanyan's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered many things that should have been forgotten long ago, those things were about himself, and also about that green dress. 

But he didn't even have time to reminisce at this moment. The memories of the girl in green and himself were soaked by the rain and scattered in the vast rain and fog. 

If I really win, do I really have to have sex with her in public? 

He suddenly thought of the last words she had said to him. At that time, she said the most complicated love words in an extremely calm and cold tone. 

"There is only the Tao and you in my heart." 

But at that time, he did not look back, so from then on, there was only the road in her heart, not you. 

Lin Xuanyan passed away peacefully, thinking he had a clear conscience. However, it was not until that day that he realized that he still felt a little guilty. That guilt was even magnified infinitely, and gradually became a flaw in his swordsmanship that was difficult to erase. 

He suddenly understood why he had returned to his youth. Perhaps this was a chance for fate to give him to make amends. 

Ji Chanxi is a woman. If she is allowed to win, then can Lu Jiajing avoid having sex in public? 

The virginity must be obtained by the winner, so the originally agreed three-day entertainment at Jietian Tower will be postponed because she has not lost her virginity. 

Just delaying it would give him time to create variables. 

The thoughts in his mind raced for only a moment. Ji Chanxi's final blow came straight to his face. 

Lin Xuanyan picked up the sword from the ground. The sword flashed, and Ji Chanxi's eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise. She was originally determined to win, but suddenly she felt a little desperate. 

But she did not retreat, and threw a punch, with a gesture, Lin Xuanyan holding the broken sword was aiming the tip of the sword directly at Ji Chanxi's vital point. 

At the moment when Ji Chanxi's fist was about to touch him, the tip of his sword suddenly rose up, brushing past her beautiful shoulders that seemed to be cut into pieces, leaving a handful of blood. 

Ji Chanxi was greatly moved. She didn't understand. He could have severely injured her with one strike of the sword, but why did he stop? 

But the doubt in his heart did not prevent him from punching him on the head. 

Lin Xuanyan was hit in the face, and his vision suddenly went dark, and he fell with the last breath he had managed to take. 

With a snap, the broken sword fell to the ground and he fainted. 

The famous sword and the Dharma image that had been entangled in the air suddenly broke away from each other, and the Xianyu Sword fell beside Lin Xuanyan, the blade trembling and making a clear sound. 

The Dharma image slowly stopped behind Ji Chanxi who was kneeling on one knee. She covered her chest and kept coughing. Her face was pale and as pale as gold paper. 

The woman's appearance was holy and solemn, which made her look even more noble, like the brightest and most flawless moonlight in the world. 

The rain lashed at the girl and boy like a whip. Ji Chanxi looked at Lin Xuanyan who had fainted on the ground. She took a deep breath, and her expression could not be seen clearly in her dark pupils. 

... 

The lights were dim and the candlelight flickered. 

Lin Xuanyan woke up from his dream and suddenly sat up from the bed. 

He looked at his hands and found that the wounds had healed. 

Pei Yuhan sat beside the bed and looked at him quietly. 

Lin Xuanyan rubbed his temple and panted softly. He had already changed into a brand new white shirt. 

After a long silence, Lin Xuanyan said slowly: "I lost?" 

Pei Yuhan looked calm, but her hands, which were holding the corner of her clothes, could not stop shaking: "Who are you?" 

Lin Xuanyan chuckled and said, "I am your disciple." 

Pei Yuhan pursed her lips and shook her head heavily. 

She trembled and asked, "Do you know my master? What is your relationship with him? Why did my master's Envy Fish Sword come into the world?" 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her and sighed in his heart. 

He didn't dare to let Pei Yuhan know the truth. He was afraid that Pei Yuhan would be impulsive after knowing the truth and end up being brought down to dust, with all her cultivation wasted. 

He didn't know whether it was meaningful to continue hiding it. 

Looking at Pei Yuhan's beautiful face and charming eyes. 

He whispered, "I do know the master." 

Pei Yuhan's body was trembling, and she blurted out: "Where is he?" 

Lin Xuanyan rubbed his forehead and smiled weakly: "This is a very long story, I will tell you tomorrow." 

Pei Yuhan's mind was full of thoughts, and countless emotions flashed across her pretty face. Finally, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and her heart was in turmoil. 

Finally, she nodded. 

I have waited for so many years, and this last day is not too late. 

There was no sound in the silent house. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt a little hungry and wanted to eat a bowl of longan and lotus seed soup. 

But he didn't dare to speak. 

As the two were thinking about their own things, a slight knock on the door sounded at an inopportune moment. 

Lin Xuanyan and Pei Yuhan were both slightly shocked, and they looked at each other. 

Pei Yuhan was about to get up when Lin Xuanyan called her softly, "Master, I'll go. This is my room, so that others won't think too much." 

Pei Yuhan nodded. 

Lin Xuanyan stood up, casually picked up a white robe from the clothes rack and put it on. He was still weak and cold, and his steps were a little unsteady when he walked. 

He opened the door. 

A beautiful girl stood at the door. 

Her long black hair was tied up at the back of her head, revealing her slender white neck. A jade hairpin was pinned diagonally on her bun, decorated with two cherry blossom petals as thin as cicada wings, with a light red tassel hanging down, which contrasted with her long black hair, making her look elegant and noble. 

Her long hair fell sideways, revealing only one unpainted eyebrow. Two strands of hair hung on either side of her beautiful face. Her dark eyes beneath her eyelashes seemed to reflect the desolate night, so clear and beautiful. 

She was wearing a dark blue gown with a white collar and delicate floral embroidery, the same blue as the sky when night falls. 

Her chest was pinned with a thin red string, tied into a small red knot, and tied with the collar. 

She wore a belt around her waist, which showed off her figure, and tied a big bow at the back. 

It looks extremely pure and elegant. 

The girl's stunning appearance was illuminated by the light coming from the room, and the clothes wrapped around her chest were tight and shimmering. 

The other half of her graceful curves are hidden in the night, like a series of mountains in the night. 

She looked at Lin Xuanyan calmly, with no emotion visible on her cold face. 

"Miss Ji, what's wrong with you..." Lin Xuanyan's heartbeat suddenly slowed down when he saw her. 

She was dressed very differently than usual, and with a little makeup, her already stunning beauty looked even more stunning. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly remembered his behavior during the day, and felt guilty. He apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, Miss Ji, today..." 

Ji Chanxi shook her head slightly and interrupted him. 

"Don't get me wrong. I just don't like owing people anything." 

Lin Xuanyan pretended to be puzzled and said: "Miss Ji, my skills are not as good as yours, and you won fair and square today..." 

Ji Chanxi interrupted again, "I told you, I don't like to owe others. This goes against the principles. You don't need to apologize. I will get back what you owe me in the future. And I will also pay back what I owe you." 

"So what do you want to do?" Lin Xuanyan frowned slightly and looked at her calmly. 

But once his eyes met Ji Chanxi's pupils, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into the cold night sky of that day. There seemed to be fireflies dancing in her pupils, making them look even colder. 

Ji Chanxi's expression was very cold and quiet, like a piece of moonlight cut at random. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was cool and decisive. 

"Fuck me."