Chapter 8: Flying Sword

  Yang Yunqiu closed her eyes and meditated, as if listening but not really listening. This kind of talk, WaWa had said several times before, was about saving lives and judging deaths. It meant saving those who were destined to live according to the Heavenly Way, and judging those who were destined to die according to the Heavenly Way. The words sounded casual, but for cultivators who couldn't see the sins and merits, it wasn't that easy.

  Besides, saving lives is not easy, and helping the dying is even more difficult.

  It's Heaven's will that he should die, and killing him wouldn't be too difficult. But wanting to make him see the error of his ways, follow the right path, and willingly atone for his sins - that would be the most impossible thing under heaven.

  Yang Yunqiu smiled, her hands gently lifted the chubby body of the doll and placed it on her knees, her mind empty. Although it had only been a short time, she already knew that cultivation was not easy, and it was better to follow nature rather than overexerting oneself.

  "When your cultivation is high in the future, we'll follow this list and catch all those with deep sins. At that time, whether to execute or pardon them will be up to you, just don't bother how they're dealt with, it's definitely a great merit for you!"

  The doll lay on Yang Yinqu's leg, muttering to itself with shining eyes, thinking that if it weren't for worrying about Yang Yinqu's current weakness, recklessly finding her would easily become one of the reasons for increasing those people's sins. Now it wanted to urge Yang Yinqu to eat 'fatty meat'. Unfortunately, although merit is formless and shapeless, it is the best thing in the world. Any cultivator who wants to achieve enlightenment in this life would want it, wouldn't they?

  "Go to the barbarous forest and get our base in hand. At that time, you will be able to repair your merit as easily as taking something out of a pocket."

  The doll spoke mysteriously.

  Yang Yunqiu smiled slightly. Although he was also fascinated by the feeling of cultivation, thinking it was the highest enjoyment in the world, he wouldn't force it either.

  Carrying the doll to the kitchen to cook, his mother's cooking was also very delicious, but sometimes it couldn't help being too bland, reluctant to add salt. Every time Zhou Lanxi went out and didn't come back, he had no choice but to take action to improve their lives.

  "The temperature in Changsu Town is much lower than ours in Ya Jing."

  The hazy sky outside couldn't block the view of a seventh-grade cultivator, and Pei Ning wore a white robe, leaning against the window and gazing at the bustling city scene outside.

  There was a broken long sword on his knee.

  This sword doesn't seem as flashy as the flying swords that are popular nowadays, but instead it looks very plain and unremarkable. However, when Ning strokes it, his expression is filled with an indescribable affection.

  A loud explosion.

  Fu Ning raised his hand to gather the scattered sparks, storing them in his sleeve. He looked up and smiled: "Could it be that Situ Changfeng is actually helpless against a mere warm ball?"

  "I don't believe it..." Si Tu Chang Feng gritted his teeth, his face looking extremely unpleasant. More than twenty mangled warm balls were scattered around his feet.

  Fu Ning sneered: "Isn't it just a small border town, and suddenly a master of alchemy appears, making you, the proud disciple of Tian Gong Workshop, feel uneasy?"

  "Master? Who are you talking about?" Situ Changfeng sneered, pointing at the warm ball in anger and saying, "Is it just because of this? Look at this formation chart, how...how..." He stuttered for half a day, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say that the formation chart's structure was unattractive, unsmooth, or imperfect. In the end, he could only indignantly say, "It's so crude, not even polished properly, and the materials are terrible - it's just ordinary black iron with burrs still on it, it's painful to touch. It's ugly to death! If I were a craftsman from the Tian Gong Workshop, I would have been so ashamed that I'd rather die!"

  But if it's made too perfectly and uses materials that are too good, the cost will be too high. How can it possibly sell in a small town like this?

  Although he couldn't help but take apart one after another of the warm balls, trying to get a glimpse of the array diagram inside, it was really this very special structure that although he couldn't understand it, was extremely captivating. The kind of beauty that moves people's hearts, only those who are infatuated with this way like him can feel.

  Anyone who has been drawing arrays day and night for three consecutive years, with a workload of more than ten times that of an ordinary draftsman, as long as he is not inferior in talent, the array diagram he draws will definitely be beautiful.

  Looking at Shi Tu Changfeng's expression, Fu Ning suddenly had an idea and rubbed the broken sword on his knee, smiling: "I wonder if I can ask him to repair 'Fei Rong'?"

  "What?" Situ Changfeng suddenly raised his head, his face twisted in incredulity. "You want some unknown person to wield your sword? Don't joke around! I told you earlier, the only reason I couldn't repair it now is because I don't have any fire grass on hand. Once we return to the Heavenly Workshop, I guarantee I'll restore your flying sword to its original state."

  "But it's wailing, and I even feel like it's dying bit by bit."

  Fu Ning let out a long sigh, he couldn't wait any longer.

  "Fei Rong" was the first flying sword he received, and he would always remember that at six years old, he knelt in front of his master, took it with both hands, and felt shocked, joyful and moved at that moment.

  A monk who has practiced swordsmanship since childhood always attaches great importance to his first sword in life.

  Seeing Situ Changfeng's angry face, Fu Ning smiled slightly: "For thousands of years, the barbaric forest has been a forbidden land, and it is unknown how many immortal masters are hiding inside. This small town borders it, and it can't be said that an ordinary cultivator is not a proud disciple of some immortal master. You'd better not be too arrogant."

  In the late afternoon, Changsu Town finally cleared away the gloom and fog.

  The braised pork in the pot was shining with oil, and the fragrance wafted through the courtyard. Not to mention Yang Yan, even Doudou, who had come to visit, couldn't help but swallow two mouthfuls of saliva without realizing it.

  Yang Yan puffed out her face in incredulity and glanced over, her eyes seeming to say that the Doudou in front of her was someone else in disguise.

  Yang Yunqiu also took a look at her, scooped up a large spoonful of meat with his hand, and stuffed a large steamed bun into her hand.

  Duoduo suddenly blushed with shame, her face turning bright red, and she was at a loss for what to do.

  She is a very beautiful girl, tall and plump in figure, with healthy honey-colored skin, looking lively and healthy in appearance, but gentle and quiet in temperament. Although she is only fifteen years old, girls develop earlier than boys, and look more mature, seeming to be one or two years older than Yang Yunque.

  She used to act like a grown-up all the time, but now she wished she could be ten or eight years younger, so she could find a seam in the ground and crawl into it.

  Fortunately, Yang Yan was not as stupid as her brother and was quite considerate. She smiled and leaned over to take a big bite of the white bun in her hand, then used chopsticks to snatch the tenderest meat from her bowl and eat it.

  "What a pretentious guy, having good things but not daring to put them in his mouth, that's the biggest fool of all."

  The awkward atmosphere was swept away, and the courtyard was filled with laughter.

  Two smiling beauties with faces like flowers simultaneously showed off their youthful charm, always able to move men's hearts and souls, and Yang Yunqiu was no exception.

  Unfortunately, there's always someone who comes to disturb.

  The loud knocking at the door came, even if it was just a knock on the door, it gave people a sense of violence.

  "Open the door, is anyone there? What the hell kind of weather is this, damn it!"

  Duo Duo hurriedly went to open the door. Businessmen who opened shops and did business could never refuse customers at the door, no matter what time it was, this was the rule.

  As soon as the door opened, two men covered in gray dust like beggars came into view. One of them was jumping around with his teeth and claws out, trying to shake off the sand and dust from his body but couldn't get clean.

  A sudden strong gust of wind just came, its violent degree is obviously unstoppable even by the defensive formation against dust, after all, it's still the power of nature that shouldn't be underestimated.

  "Damn it, why did I follow you to this poor and remote place? Last month, my sister-in-law made me a good Nan Yu dress with her own hands." Si Tu Long Feng was so angry that his face turned red.

  Feng Ning just glanced at him and didn't say a word.

  Yang Yan was at a loss for words as soon as she saw Fu Ning, her hands and feet didn't know where to go. Although both of them were covered in dust, Situ Changfeng looked like a beggar, but Fu Ning still shone brightly like the full moon, his demeanor couldn't be hidden even by tattered clothes.