Chapter 249: Demanding a Sword

A stream of light pierces through the clouds and steps on the moon, causing the woman on the cloud to lazily raise her head, glance, and whisper:
"I thought you wouldn't come again."
There was still no change in the expression of Liu Banyan as she ascended to the clouds. She placed the empty scabbard on the table and looked at the woman sitting across from her, slowly saying:
"Now, Banyan is no longer pursuing immortality but seeking the Dao. Time here is slow, which is just perfect."
The person leaning on the table nodded lightly and said, "Okay."
Liu Banyan sat down, closed her eyes, and asked, "Sister, you're not going to advise me anymore?"
The woman, who was similar to her, smiled and said, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and each immortal has their own path. Since the Eternity Immortal Palace no longer intends to restrict or guide you, I am now your comrade, not a sister. If you want to seek the Dao, then that is fine."
"I also gradually begin to understand you. It's better to wholeheartedly follow the path and regard the suspicion of others as flickering ghosts."
She rose gracefully, her figure sinking into the ink-like night, her face difficult to discern. She gazed at the scattered firelights beneath the layers of cumulus clouds and finally said:
"But this road is long and goes against the morals of most immortals, just like the night in the mortal world, where the bright lights of a thousand households are only fleeting. When the mountain wind blows from the sky, there will be no light in the mortal world anymore."
Yan Ban Yan opened her eyes, and the wind around her gradually ceased. With a clear and empty heart, she had already passed through the restrictions and boundaries. The scabbard on the table gently shook, and she slowly replied:
"If there is no torchlight in the future, then I will be the only light in the world."
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Lin Buxuan glanced at the flickering flame in front of him, sprinkled powdered medicine on his arms and legs, clearly suffering from pain that could compete with the dragon body and the state of inquiring about the path.
Little fox had a smile on his face and said, "You still want to cultivate immortality now? Why not tidy up and go back to the Great Departure to sleep and play in the water?"
Lin Buxuan grimaced in pain, but instead of being angry, he laughed and said,
"I am indeed a genuine martial arts practitioner. When I compete with her now, although there is a possibility of taking advantage, even if I win against her, does it not prove that my sword can compare with the sword of immortal cultivation?"
Qing Luan crossed her arms and flicked her foxtail lazily. She sneered and said:
"It's just a projection of a small fairy palace. So what if I won? Besides, I don't specialize in swordsmanship, and I was careless..."
Lin Buxuan didn't care at all, patting the healed wound on his arm and adding a piece of firewood to the fire in front of him.
In fact, once one reaches the stage of forging the body in cultivation, they no longer feel uncomfortable with the cold or heat of the ordinary environment. Lighting a fire at night just adds a touch of meaning to their practice.
He turned his head and asked the little fox, "May I ask, Master, what level does this Wudao Immortal Palace belong to in the Immortal Realm? What is the difference between Penglai and the Yaochi?"
Qingluan scratched her own ear and sat by the bonfire, her large fox tail sweeping the ground. After hesitating for a moment, she said:
"Penglai is the fairyland, and previously, one could enter Penglai by stepping on the ladder of gods after crossing the ninefold thunder tribulation. And Yaochi is above Penglai, only the true gods made of incense can stand firm."
"As for the Wudao Immortal Palace... it has been around for quite a while. It's a small sect, and I don't have much interest in these kind of group cultivation sects."
Qingluan shifted her gaze back to the sparking Mars. "But you can go take a look and pay your respects at the mountain gate. Although being a wandering cultivator is carefree and unfettered, it is indeed not as easy as joining a sect."
林不玄没有点头或是摇头，依旧看着轻鸾，缓缓道:“可是我已经有师傅了哎。”
“你也算徒弟么！”小狐狸横林不玄一眼，伸手戳了一下他的脑袋。
“Am I still not qualified?” Lin Buxuan finally stood up and blew his whistle, seeing the horse that had run far away coming back from a distance. He said while holding the reins:
"Let's go, Master. Let's head north and take a detour to Tu Mountain. Maybe you can remember something."
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"The mountain is as black as ink, and the white horse leisurely walks north of the Green Hill."
"Lin Buxuan didn't have a map and didn't know the direction. The little fox curled up its tail and dozed off on the horse's back, too lazy to care. He could only rely on his divine consciousness to go north, but he didn't know where he was now."
But it should be far enough, just now it was the power of Immortal Way that suppressed the snowfall, and now the snowy landscape cannot be seen at all.
Lin Buxuan rode his horse over the hill, and as the sky gradually brightened, through the hazy mist, the sight ahead was a dense forest, but it was still a bit far away and not clearly visible, it seems that they have not yet left Tu Mountain.
Lin Buxuan rode his horse downhill, with bamboo shadows scattered in the forest. There was a wooden house standing beside the stream. The melodious sound of the qin was faint and ethereal. Lin Buxuan stopped and gazed with infatuation.
It's not that there was anything unusual, but it was to listen to this qin. Lin Buxuan had learned how to play the qin, not just the six-stringed qin, but also the guzheng and guqin. He could clearly tell the authenticity of this qin sound. The player of the qin was unknown, but their accomplishment was undoubtedly profound.
Ling Luan said that although Da Li is small, it has all five internal organs, and the sects are scattered all over the place, each with its own uniqueness. It can also be regarded as a microcosm of the human world or the immortal realm.
There are also qin practitioners in Da Li, but they belong to a branch of the Music Sect.
Kinxiulin Buxuan has seen it before. Playing the strings can cause harm to others, and there are quite a few people who practice this art. However, to be honest, there may not be many who have attained a high level of mastery in both skill and technique. This can be understood, after all, their motivations differ. They play the piano for the purpose of cultivating the Dao.
Moreover, the minimum level of qin cultivation is much higher than that of sword cultivation. After all, they can make moves at the speed of sound. It's not easy for an ordinary swordsman to reach the speed of sound, right?
Let's think further. In the woods, the bamboo leaves sway and fall like rain, creating ripples when they land on the water's surface. Lin Buxuan's thoughts return to the wooden house, where this person is either a qin enthusiast or a master.
Nowadays it's like meeting good luck and stumbling upon someone's cave just like those fantasy novels... It may not be entirely accurate to say so, but it's close enough.
He rubbed his hands and sat down, quietly listening to this soothing melody on the flute, before speaking in a proper manner:
"Junior passes by the predecessors' treasure land, hoping not to disturb the predecessors' pleasure."
"In the forest, without wind for a long time, there has been no sound of the qin. Lin Buxuan has been sitting quietly, waiting for that person to finish putting on airs. Finally, he hears a very soft 'huh'."
"Can you hear the piano I'm playing?"
Lin Buxuan was quite speechless, I have ears, you know, but under the atmosphere created by the other party, he could only say, "Perhaps it's a coincidence."
In the wooden house, there was a faint laughter, "If one does not have attainments in this Dao, it is impossible to hear the sound of my qin. Where is there any luck involved?"
Lin Buxuan remained non-committal, looking at the few bamboo leaves falling down.
The voice continued: "Now you are cautious, but just now you slandered my sect and deceived my junior sister for no reason. Isn't that bullying the weak and fearing the strong?!"
Lin Buxuan shivered and subconsciously held the sleeping little fox in his arms. He actually had a rough idea in his heart, but this woman's aura was obviously much stronger than the projection just now. He subconsciously asked:
"May I ask who you are, senior sister?"
"Are you still pretending?" The door of the wooden house in the forest naturally opened, and Lin Buxuan's angle was not fortunate enough to see anything but the crossed legs and the qin on the legs, but no shoes...
The woman playing the piano stretched her hand and hummed, saying, "Return the sword to my junior sister, and I won't hold you accountable for this matter."