Ningxia, whose face was not visible, finally woke up in the small courtyard of Changmingyuan. When she woke up, it was still dark outside. She was distracted and listened to the sound of people chirping in the yard and judged that the night was already deep.
When she woke up, her hand was still on someone's ancient sword. The surrounding area was quiet, as if nothing had happened, but what she had experienced just now could not have been an illusion.
The problem arises - this ancient sword.
Ningxia's eyes naturally fell on this simple and elegant spiritual sword, and he looked up and down suspiciously: "So you took me there? Shangqing Peak? Do you want me to take you there?"
When she got this sword more than ten years ago, she was still a rookie who had just entered Taoism. She accidentally entered the tomb of her predecessor and took out this spiritual sword. At that time, it was only possible to survive thanks to a remnant of a message left by the senior, and at the same time, he also received a commission with unknown instructions.
The owner of this sword asked her to bring the ancient sword back to the Xuantian Sword Sect, but he did not say where it would be delivered to whom. He only asked a "destined person" to bring the sword back to his old sect and deliver it to his relatives.
She didn't know if it was because of the passage of time, but the jade slips left behind had intermittent words. In fact, they were not as clear as the above description, but she could still roughly hear them.
The first is to return the sword to the Xuantian Sword Sect. Fortunately, it is the Xuantian Sword Sect. If it could not be found somewhere else, she would really have no choice. The second was to give it to someone, but this section was too vague, and large sections were missing. She could only hear a kiss or something, so she guessed that it should be given to someone like a relative.
If not, there's really nothing she can do. After all, as personal relics, if you don't know the other person's background, giving it to the other person's relatives should be the most appropriate option. Moreover, she didn't even know whether the senior's relatives still existed in the world, let alone who they were, which made her task quite difficult.
I thought I would just take it one step at a time, but I didn't expect that she had only been in Xuantian Sword Sect for two days, and she hadn't figured out how to survive yet, so she automatically sent the message.
It's just Gu Jian, Gu Jian, if you want to tell her anything, you have to show her some valid information. She went to two places in a row and read two paragraphs, but it still didn't help. She still couldn't get any useful information. So what does this ancient sword want to do?
However, the ancient sword is as silent as ever, without a trace of ripples. It is even more silent than before, making it impossible for people to start.
Ning Xia smiled bitterly. She was also in a daze. How could she ask about a spiritual sword so seriously? Even a spiritual sword cannot speak before it takes form.
If the sword had already transformed, he could find his own way back, so why go through her?
Alas, such a foggy situation is really annoying.
Ningxia resignedly continued the maintenance actions just now.
The night was very long, and I felt that the atmosphere in a certain corner suddenly calmed down, and everyone in the garden also breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally disappeared.
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Ningxia got up early the next day, but felt a little lethargic. I couldn't tell what it was. It was obvious that the spiritual power reserve in the body was still good, but he was just a little tired.
Ningxia seriously suspected that it was the "sequelae" caused by yesterday's inexplicable fugue, and she almost came up with the idea of not going out at all today and doing breath calculations in the room.
Just when a lingering breath appeared outside the yard, Ningxia knew that she probably wouldn't be able to sleep.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, morning." Ning Xia opened the courtyard door and walked towards this senior brother who seemed to have been waiting outside her courtyard for a while.
She was still not used to the fact that outside her small courtyard there was a large courtyard with people coming and going. As soon as this came out, several eyes in the yard fell on her. If Qingfeng hadn't obviously come to see her, he might have come over to greet her by now.
Ning Xia waved her hands towards the people who looked at her from a distance in the medicine field and their eyes suddenly lit up, indicating that she still remembered what happened yesterday. But now she wanted to figure out what was causing Yang Kai to feel restless and worried.
The two of them had similar cultivation levels and treated each other with an equal attitude. There was no false courtesy. Ning Xia naturally asked the team leader what he wanted from her.
She originally thought that the other party was looking for her because of the follow-up to He Qing's incident, but she didn't expect that the other party brought up another matter. When Ningxia heard this, she didn't know what to do.
"..."
The other party also said worriedly: "You also sensed it, and I don't know who the great power came here to actually cause my green rope to make a loud sound. I wanted to go out to check, but was stopped by the garden director." So he was in a row. He didn't even go out of his own courtyard, wandering around in a daze for a long time.
Qingsuo is Yang Kai's natal spiritual sword. It is indeed a strange thing for Yang Kai to moan like crazy without driving it. No wonder he still can't let it go.
However, when he came out at dawn, he found that his fellow disciples outside were active in the courtyard as usual, with relaxed expressions, as if they were not disturbed at all by the strangeness last night. When I saw him, he didn't show any intention of asking for help. He looked very normal.
Only Yang Kai knew that all this was not his dream, so he naturally thought of coming to Ning Xia.
No way, if she guessed correctly...couldn't this be the movement made by that ancient sword? It was too much of a fuss.
Ningxia was still a little lucky, so she asked about the time, and then:...
Okay, it must have been something caused by the ancestor.
It seems that I will have to do maintenance in the dark room from now on. Wait, no, there is movement on Yang Kai's side, wouldn't even Qianyuan feel it?
"It just so happens that you are also here, why don't you join me to talk?" A strange voice directly intervened in their conversation.
The two people who had just used several isolation notes were shocked by this sudden "interlude".
They didn't notice anyone approaching, and the insulation was suddenly broken. It would have been terrifying if the enemy had hit them twice in the back.
And brother, who are you?
Ning Xia looked at that handsome but unfamiliar face, and a big question mark unconsciously appeared on her face. This person's appearance and temperament are extremely outstanding, and he is basically the kind of person who is unforgettable once he sees him. She is very sure that she has never met him before.
Could it be someone Yang Kai knows? Ning Xia looked at him unconsciously, but saw that the other party also looked confused. He doesn’t know Yang Kai either…
In the end, Miaorong Zhenjun, who rushed over, gave them the answer.
This is one of the only two "high-ranking" monks in Changming Garden, Han Gang, the True Lord of Yushan. His cultivation level is one level higher than that of True Monarch Miaorong, and he is a late-stage Nascent Soul monk. With this level of cultivation, it’s no wonder they didn’t notice it.
It's just that this person didn't come to them with the intention of showing his face.
(End of chapter)
