Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 298 Spring in Jiange

Shi Xiaohan has always been a simple and pure person.

When you are happy, you feel that the whole world is bright, and you walk like a little sparrow, with a smile that cannot be concealed; when you are depressed, you will clearly express your depression on your face From the outside, it seems that everything around is covered with a layer of dust, and even the favorite food will become tasteless.

Today, when she won three consecutive victories in the audition, she couldn't help raising her chin triumphantly when she heard the thunderous applause from the audience. up.

It seemed that instead of winning the audition, she became number one in the world.

"Fellow Taoist, after the 'Luoshui Conference' starts, I will definitely show the power of the 'Overlord's Saber Technique' to all the monks in the world." As soon as she stepped off the ring, she grabbed Tao Xi's sleeve beside her, excitedly Said.

In comparison, Tao Xi was much calmer and more aware of his own weight.

"Don't underestimate the cultivators of the world," Tao Xi said softly, "For me, I have no regrets if I have a chance to compete with the proud sons of the great Qi Tian."

Shi Xiaohan frowned slightly.

At this time, she was in a state of extreme inflation, and she only wanted to hear others praise her, and she didn't want to hear such words that boosted other people's ambitions and destroyed her own prestige.

Gu Xu would often describe her temper as "like a kitten" in private - if you stroke her fur, she will feel happy and it will be easier to get along with her; but if you stroke her fur against her, she will feel Depressed, having a little temper tantrum, and even blowing up on the spot.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Fellow Daoist Tao," she said, "Don't you have any further expectations for the 'Luoshui Conference'? For example, to win a ranking or something?"

"I hope..." Tao Xi lowered his head and said after hesitating for a moment, "If I have to say... As a talisman master who is not good at learning, I hope to have a chance to ask Mr. Gu for advice in person."

Shi Xiaohan glanced at her with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

She considered her words for a while, then put her hands on her hips, and said to Tao Xi earnestly like a big sister: "Friend Tao, you have to understand that you don't have to be so afraid of those so-called geniuses. They are all human beings. There are definitely weaknesses, and they are by no means invincible.

"For example, a talisman master like Gu Xu may be really good at drawing talismans, but his melee combat ability is basically zero. If you get close enough to him, you can do whatever you want with him."

Tao Xi lowered his head and did not speak.

Most of the talisman masters are not good at close combat, which is a well-known fact in the practice circle of the Daqi Dynasty.

But the crux of the problem is - you first need to have the ability to approach them!

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That night, as soon as Shi Xiaohan returned to the dormitory, he couldn't wait to sit by the desk and write a letter to Gu Xu.

Although in the recent period, she was exhausted and sore from the devil training arranged by Hu Yun.

But the moment she picked up the pen, her physical fatigue seemed to be swept away.Thousands of words are like spring water, gushing out of her mind and flowing continuously to the tip of the pen.

Her three competitions in the audition basically ended quickly.

But she chose to use that pale and immature writing to write several pages of the battle process in detail and embellished.

Just a single action of drawing a knife, adding exaggerated words such as "the tiger's body shakes", "lightning and thunder", "the sky and the earth change color", "everyone is shocked"-whether it is appropriate or not, as long as it is domineering, Just pile it up.

If an uninformed person sees it, they will probably think that she is describing a battle between gods and demons and saints.

After finishing writing, she stuffed the letter into the envelope, wrote down the address of "No. 22 Jinyu Lane", walked out of the dormitory, and handed it to the handyman of Longmen Academy.

She couldn't help but start fantasizing about how Gu Xu would praise herself in the reply.

However, at this moment, she suddenly remembered that she had not written a reply to her father.

As a "daughter-in-law", Shi Lei basically wrote a letter to Shi Xiaohan every day, asking her questions such as "Have you eaten enough", "Did you dress warmly", "Is the training hard?" and so on.

Shi Xiaohan thought he was too wordy, so he kept saving his letters and replied only once a week.

After thinking for a while, she took out a piece of letter paper again and wrote on it:
"I killed three formidable opponents and successfully passed the audition—this kind of thing, you must not be able to do it when you are young, right?
"Will you come to the capital to cheer for me after the 'Luoshui Conference' officially starts?"

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Early spring.

The weather in Jiange of Shudi is gradually getting warmer.

The peach blossoms at the foot of the mountain are just blooming, and it looks like a brilliant red glow from a distance.

Su Xiao held a wooden sword and stood in the open space.

But he didn't concentrate on practicing sword moves as usual.

Instead, he looked into the distance, dazed in a daze.

Around him, the sound of voices, applause, and the clash of swords could be heard from time to time, together with the fragrance of flowers and plants, rippling in the peach forest.

This is the disciples of Jiange discussing martial arts.

The "Luoshui Conference" is coming soon, and these young people are all gearing up, eager to shine in front of everyone.

As Jiange's most talented young disciple, Su Xiao will naturally represent Jiange in the "Luoshui Conference".

It's almost time for departure.

But when he thought that he was about to go to Luojing City thousands of miles away, his mood was extremely complicated.

"Brother Su is enlightened again?" Several Jiange disciples passed by him, looking at him full of admiration.

The image of Su Xiao in the eyes of Jiange disciples is quite similar to the image of Gu Xu in the eyes of Luojing Fuxiu—hardworking, unparalleled understanding, and new understanding of martial arts or magic may occur anytime, anywhere.

Su Xiao shook his head.

He really wasn't having an epiphany today.

He was just thinking about someone.

In the spring 16 years ago, when he was an ignorant child who had just started learning swordsmanship, he waved goodbye to that man in this peach forest.

"Father, when you go to Luojing City this time, when will you be able to come back?"

"Wait next spring, when the peach blossoms here will bloom again, I will come back here to see you."

"You must mean what you say!"

"Of course it counts." The man's face was full of smiles, brighter than the flowers on the tree, "A gentleman's word is hard to follow. Your father's promise is as strong as Luojing's city wall. When we meet next year, we will Bring Luo Jing's walnut cake for you to taste."

"I don't like walnut cakes," said the young Su Xiao, frowning, "I just want to hear your story, the story of you and your comrades beating demons and ghosts with swords."

"No problem, I'll tell you when I come back," my father said in a proud tone, "You have to know that although our 'Shenji Camp' has only been established for two years, we have already made great achievements. Niu Huang, Mie Jiao, Zhu Yan, Wutongshen...these fearsome ghosts were all wiped out in the hands of me and my comrades in arms."

Su Xiao looked at him longingly.

In the eyes of a boy of his age, his father is undoubtedly a heroic existence.

What's more, his father was a well-known swordsman in the Qi Dynasty, and he was a real hero.

"What ghosts are you going to deal with when you go to the capital this time?" Su Xiao asked curiously.

"Qongqi." Father smiled mysteriously.

"The one who looks like a tiger, has a pair of wings, and eats countless people?" Su Xiao said in surprise, "Father, you must kill it and eliminate harm for the people!"

"Of course!" Father patted his chest confidently, "I'm very well prepared to deal with it this time!"

Having said that, my father paused for a moment, then looked down into Su Xiao's eyes and said, "Can you notice that something has changed in me in the past few days?"

Su Xiao narrowed his eyes, looked at his father carefully from head to toe, and replied seriously in a childish voice: "Your beard has grown longer, and you have also gained a little weight."

Father was amused by his words.

"Silly boy, what I want to tell you is that I have broken through the sixth realm."

"What's the difference between the sixth realm and the fifth realm?"

At that time, Su Xiao was just a first-level monk, and the fifth and sixth levels were too far away for him, and he didn't have a clear concept about it in his heart.

"Cultivators in the sixth realm have Dharma appearances, but monks in the fifth realm do not."

"What is Faxiang? Is it powerful?"

"Don't you know it when you see it with your own eyes?"

My father said with a smile, and with a thought, he summoned his own Dharma image.

Soon Su Xiao saw a phantom several feet high appeared behind his father, exuding a terrifying coercion, which made him lower his head involuntarily, not daring to look at it.

This phantom looks like a ferocious god, with three heads and six arms, wearing golden armor, and holding bows, arrows, swords and other weapons in his hands.

"My 'Faxiang' is the 'Prince Huode' who is above the nine heavens," my father raised his chin and introduced happily, "He is a god who serves beside the 'Taishang Haotian Jade Emperor God', Together with Taibai Jinxing and others, it is called the 'Five Energy True Monarch'..."

Father talked a lot incessantly, but Su Xiao couldn't quite understand many terms in it.

Su Xiao only felt that this "True Lord of Fire Virtue" seemed to be really powerful - if his father owned this thing, he might really be able to defeat that vicious monster Qiongqi.

On that day, the petals danced with the wind, like a colorful rain, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Su Xiao grabbed his father's hand, stepped on the fallen leaves all over the ground, and sent his father several miles away.

As he walked, his father repeatedly told him to listen to his master and to practice sword hard.

He told his father over and over again that he should come back soon.

Then his father waved goodbye to him, stepped on the flying sword, and disappeared into the distant sky.

Since then, Su Xiao has come to this peach forest every day, either to cultivate, or to practice swords, or simply to be in a daze, watching the peach blossoms wither, buried in the soil, and then the trees grow fruit.

He silently counted the days in his heart, one day, two days, three days...

He has always firmly believed that as long as he waits here for a year, until the day when the peach blossoms bloom again, his father will control the flying sword, return to his side, tell him those wonderful monster stories, and tell him " The exciting battle between Faxiang and Qiongqi.

However, the spring breeze comes and goes, and the peach blossoms bloom and wither.

Su Xiao has changed from an ignorant kid to Jiange's most admired elder brother.

But he still didn't wait until his father came back.

That waving from the father turned out to be a farewell between the two.

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On February 24, the [-]th year of Tianxing, Su Xiao stood for a long time at the place where he saw his father off, full of thoughts.

The spring breeze ruffled his hair and made his cheeks itch, but he didn't notice it either.

He sighed softly, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

That was the bad news brought to him by the court envoy 16 years ago.

The paper reads "Jiange Keqing, leader of Daqi's 'Shenji Battalion', sixth-level monk Su Hao died in the battle against Qiongqi at the age of 39."

The imperial court gave him the posthumous title of "Wu Xiang", and gave Su Xiao a batch of valuable pill resources as compensation.

In addition, the envoy also said that due to the fierce battle, Su Hao and his comrades had no bones left.

In order to commemorate them, the imperial court could only build an ancestral hall for them in the capital, hoping that the world will always remember their contributions and sacrifices.

Su Xiao had also been to that ancestral hall several times - there was a tall stone tablet engraved with the names of heroes, surrounded by incense, and the people worshiped in front of the stone tablet.

The name "Su Hao" is at the top.

These two characters were written by Luo Chuan, the head of the Exorcist Division, with powerful strokes and awe-inspiring aura.

But Su Xiao didn't like the atmosphere in that ancestral hall.

He has always believed that the "Su Hao" in the ancestral hall is just a symbol for people to admire, an empty name.

Only in his own memory is his father a living person.

His father once taught Su Xiao how to practice swords hand in hand under the dark yellow candlelight; he also used body skills to fly over the wall and let Su Xiao sit on his shoulders to experience the feeling of flying.

He also brought a set of clay toys to Su Xiao from Jiangnan, but he accidentally broke it on the road, which made the young Su Xiao cry; Put it next to Su Xiao's pillow, and at the same time coaxed his son to say, "This is what the gods helped you repair", "The gods like obedient children", "The gods will help you only if you listen to your father"...

Su Xiao often recalls these pictures in his mind.

People often say that he is cold and arrogant, that he is difficult to approach.

But in fact, he just has a lot on his mind.

Recently, Xu Man, the owner of the Jiange Pavilion, told him that the leader of the "Luoshui Conference" will be eligible to enter the imperial treasury and choose a precious magic weapon.

In Su Xiao's practice, what he is obsessed with is the sword itself, and he is not interested in the name of the leader.

But he learned that there is a treasure in the inner library called the "Hunyuan Box" - it is made of hibiscus wood, and contains the Hunyuan from the edge of the world inside, which is said to be able to travel back in time and travel back in time.

Su Xiao really wanted to know how his father died in battle.

Although that "Qongqi" is a ghost at the level of a vicious god, his actual combat power in intelligence is only comparable to that of a peak monk in the sixth realm.

Logically speaking, it is almost impossible for the "Shenji Battalion" to be wiped out in front of it - after all, the members of the "Shenji Battalion" are all geniuses from all over the country, even if they really can't beat them, they should have the ability to escape!

"Father, the peach blossoms at the bottom of the mountain are blooming again." Thinking of this, Su Xiao put away the yellowed paper in his hand and said softly, "This time, it's my turn to go to the capital."

The wooden sword in his hand swung and fell.

The invisible sword energy quietly chopped down the peach blossoms on the tree, and the flowers fell like raindrops, and then sprinkled on his body, the color was three points thicker than blood.

(End of this chapter)