Shi Xiaohan has always been a simple and pure person.
When you are happy, you will feel that the whole world is bright, and you will jump like a little sparrow when you walk, with an unconcealable smile on your lips; when you are depressed, your low mood will be clearly written on your face. It seems that everything around you is covered with a layer of dust, and even your favorite food will become bland and tasteless.
Today, when she won three consecutive victories in the auditions and heard the thunderous applause from the audience, she couldn't help but raise her chin triumphantly, her bright almond eyes narrowed into crescents, and she was so excited that she almost floated. got up.
It's as if she didn't win the audition, but became number one in the world.
"Fellow Tao Dao, after the 'Luoshui Conference' begins, I will let all the monks in the world see the power of the 'Overlord Sword Technique'." As soon as she stepped off the ring, she grabbed Tao Xi's sleeve next to her and said excitedly said.
In comparison, Tao Xi is much calmer and more aware of his own caliber.
"Don't underestimate the monks in the world," Tao Xi said softly, "For me, I have no regrets if I have the opportunity to compete on the same stage with the proud men of Qi Tian."
Shi Xiaohan frowned slightly.
At this time, she was in an extremely inflated state. She only wanted to hear others praise her, and did not want to hear words that would enhance other people's ambitions and destroy her own prestige.
Gu Xu often describes her temper in private as "like a kitten" - if she is touched along the fur, she will be in a happy mood and it will be easier to get along with her; but if touched against the fur, she will feel... I get depressed, have a little temper, and even blow up on the spot.
"Don't be so presumptuous about 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?"
"Expectations..." Tao Xi lowered his head, hesitated for a moment and then said, "If I have to say... As an inexperienced talisman master, I hope to have an opportunity to ask Master Gu for advice in person."
Shi Xiaohan glanced at her with a look that hated iron.
She considered her words for a while, then put her hands on her hips and said to Tao Xi earnestly like a big sister: "Fellow Tao Tao, you have to understand that you don't need to be so afraid of those so-called geniuses. They are all human beings. They all definitely have weaknesses, and they are by no means invincible.
"For example, a Talisman Master like Gu Xu may be really good at drawing Talisman, but his close combat ability is basically zero. If you get close enough to him, you can do whatever you want to him."
Tao Xi lowered his head and said nothing.
Most Talisman masters are not good at close combat, which is a well-known fact in the Daqi Dynasty's cultivation world.
But the key to the problem is - you first need to have the ability to get close to them!
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That night, as soon as Shi Xiaohan returned to his dormitory, he couldn't wait to sit down at the desk and write a letter to Gu Xu.
Although during 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 poured out of her mind like spring water, flowing continuously to the tip of her pen.
Her three auditions basically ended quickly.
But she chose to use her pale and immature writing style to write down the battle process in detail and for several pages.
Just the action of drawing the sword was added with exaggerated words such as "the tiger's body shook", "lightning and thunder", "the color of the sky and the earth changed", "everyone was shocked" - it doesn't matter whether it is appropriate or not, as long as it is domineering enough, Just pile them on one after another.
If an uninformed person saw it, they would probably think that she was describing a battle between gods and demons, and a battle between saints.
After finishing writing, she stuffed the letter paper into the envelope, wrote the address of "No. 22, Goldfish Lane", walked out of the dormitory, and handed it to the porter of Longmen Academy.
She couldn't help but start to fantasize happily about how Gu Xu would praise herself in his reply.
However, at this moment, she suddenly remembered that she had not written a reply to her father yet.
As a "daughter lover", Shi Lei would write a greeting letter to Shi Xiaohan basically every day, asking her "Have you eaten enough?" "Have you dressed warmly?" "Is training hard?" and other questions.
Shi Xiaohan thought he was too verbose, so he kept saving his letters and only replied once a week.
After thinking for a moment, she took out a piece of letter paper again and wrote on it:
"I defeated three powerful opponents and successfully passed the audition - you must not be able to do this kind of thing when you were young, right?
"When the 'Luoshui Conference' officially begins, will you come to the capital to cheer for me?"
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Early spring.
The weather in Sichuan Jiange is gradually getting warmer.
The peach blossoms are beginning to bloom at the foot of the mountain, looking like a brilliant red cloud from a distance.
Su Xiao held a wooden sword in his hand and stood in the forest clearing.
But he didn't focus on practicing his swordsmanship moves as usual.
Instead, he looked into the distance, dazed.
Around him, voices, applause, and the clash of swords came from time to time, which merged with the fragrance of flowers and plants and rippled in the peach forest.
This is the disciples of Jiange competing in martial arts.
The "Luoshui Conference" is coming soon, and these young people are all eager to shine in front of everyone.
As the most talented young disciple of Jiange, Su Xiao will naturally represent Jiange in the "Luoshui Conference".
It's almost time to set off.
But when he thought that he was about to go to Luojing City, which was thousands of miles away, his mood was particularly complicated.
"Senior Brother Su is having an epiphany again?" Several Jiange disciples passed by him and looked at him with eyes full of admiration.
The image of Su Xiao in the eyes of the disciples of Jiange is quite similar to the image of Gu Xu in the eyes of Luo Jing Fu Xiu - diligent, hard-working, brilliant, and capable of gaining new insights into martial arts or magic anytime and anywhere.
Su Xiao shook her head.
He really wasn't having an epiphany today.
He was just thinking about someone.
In the spring of sixteen years ago, when he was an ignorant child who had just started learning swordsmanship, he waved goodbye to that person in this peach forest.
"Dad, when you go to Luojing City this time, when will you be able to come back?"
"Waiting for next spring, when the peach blossoms here bloom again, I will come back here to see you."
"You must keep your word!"
"Of course it counts," the man said with a smile on his face, brighter than the flowers on the tree. "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. Your father's promise is as solid as Luojing's city wall. When we meet next year, I will I’ll bring Luo Jing’s walnut cake for you to try.”
"I don't like walnut cakes," the young Su Xiao said with a frown, "I just want to hear your stories, the stories of you and your comrades killing monsters and monsters with swords."
"No problem, I will tell you when I come back," his 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 Yuqi, Zhu Yan, Wutong Shen...these frightening ghosts and monsters were all wiped out in the hands of me and my comrades."
Su Xiao looked at him with longing eyes.
In the eyes of a boy of his age, his father is undoubtedly a heroic existence.
What's more, his father was a famous swordsman in the Daqi Dynasty and a true hero. valley
"What kind of ghosts are you going to deal with when you go to the capital this time?" Su Xiao asked curiously.
"Qiongqi." The father smiled mysteriously.
"Is that the big bad guy who looks like a tiger, has a pair of wings, and eats countless people?" Su Xiao said in surprise, "Dad, you must kill him and eliminate harm for the people!"
"Of course!" Father patted his chest confidently, "I have made very good preparations to deal with it this time!"
Having said this, the father paused for a moment, then looked down at Su Xiao's eyes and said, "Can you notice that some changes have occurred 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."
My father laughed out loud at his words.
"Silly boy, what I want to tell you is that I have broken through to the sixth realm."
"What is the difference between the sixth realm and the fifth realm?"
At that time, Su Xiao was only a first-level monk. The fifth and sixth levels were too far away for him, and he did not have a clear concept of them in his mind.
"The monks in the sixth realm have Dharma signs, but the monks in the fifth realm don't."
"What is the Dharma? Is it very powerful?"
"Wouldn't you know it if you saw it with your own eyes?"
The father said with a smile, and with a thought, he summoned his own Dharma form.
Soon Su Xiao saw a shadow several feet tall appearing behind his father, exuding terrible pressure, which made him lower his head involuntarily, not daring to look at it.
This phantom looks like a ferocious-looking god, with three heads and six arms, wearing golden armor, and holding bows, arrows, swords and other weapons.
"My 'Dharma' is the 'True Monarch of Fire Virtue' above the Nine Heavens," my father raised his chin and introduced with joy, "He is an immortal who serves the 'Tai Shang Haotian Jade Emperor'. Together with Taibai Jinxing, he is called the ‘Five Qi Zhenjun’…”
His father talked for a long time, but Su Xiao couldn't understand many of the nouns in it.
Su Xiao only felt that this "True Monarch of Fire Virtue" seemed really powerful - if his father had this thing, he might really be able to defeat the notorious monster Qiongqi.
That day, the petals danced in the wind, like a colorful rain, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
Su Xiao grabbed his father's hand, stepped on the falling flowers on the ground, and sent his father several miles away.
As he walked, his father repeatedly told him to listen to his master and practice his sword well.
He told his father over and over again to come back early.
Then his father waved goodbye to him, stepped onto the flying sword, and disappeared into the distant horizon.
Since then, Su Xiao would come to this peach grove every day, either to practice cultivation, practice swordsmanship, or simply be in a daze, watching the peach blossoms wither, be buried in the soil, and then fruits grow on the trees.
He silently counted the days in his heart, one day, two days, three days...
He has always believed unswervingly 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 and return to him, telling him those wonderful monster stories and " The exciting battle between "Huode Zhenjun" and Qiongqi.
However, the spring breeze comes and goes, and the peach blossoms bloom and wither.
Su Xiao has gone from an ignorant little kid to the most admired senior brother in Jiange.
But he still didn't wait for his father to come back.
The father's wave turned out to be the eternal farewell between the two.
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On February 21, the twenty-fourth year of Tianxing, Su Xiao stood for a long time at the place where he saw off his father, with many thoughts.
The spring breeze ruffled his hair and tickled his cheeks, but he didn't even notice it.
He sighed softly and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
That was the bad news brought to him by the imperial envoy sixteen years ago.
The paper read "Su Hao, guest of Jiange, leader of Daqi's 'Shenji Battalion', and sixth realm monk, unfortunately died while fighting Qiongqi at the age of thirty-nine."
The imperial court gave him the posthumous title of "Wu Xiang" and also gave Su Xiao a batch of valuable elixir resources as a pension.
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 would always remember their contributions and sacrifices.
Su Xiao had been to that ancestral hall several times - there was a tall stone tablet inside, engraved with the names of heroes, with incense surrounding it, and people worshiping 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 Exorcism Department, with sonorous and powerful strokes and an awe-inspiring aura.
But Su Xiao didn't like the atmosphere in that ancestral hall.
He always believed that "Su Hao" in the ancestral hall was just a symbol for people to admire, an empty name.
Only in his own memory, his father is a living person.
His father once taught Su Xiao how to practice swordsmanship step by step under the dim yellow candlelight; he also used his body skills to fly over eaves and walls, letting Su Xiao sit on his shoulders and experience the feeling of flying.
He also brought a set of clay sculpture toys for Su Xiao from Jiangnan, but he accidentally broke them on the road, which made the young Su Xiao cry. However, early the next morning, he quietly used magic to repair the toys and put them in place. Place it next to Su Xiao’s pillow, and at the same time coax his son that “gods helped you to cultivate this”, “gods like obedient children”, “gods will only help you if you listen to your father”…
Su Xiao often recalls these scenes in his mind.
People often say that he is cold and arrogant and that he is difficult to approach.
But in reality, he just had a lot on his mind.
Recently, Xu Man, the master of the Jiange Pavilion, told him that the leader of the "Luoshui Conference" would be eligible to enter the royal treasury and select a precious magic weapon.
When Su Xiao practiced, he was obsessed with the swordsmanship itself and was not interested in the title of leader.
But he learned that there was a treasure in the inner treasury called the "Hunyuan Box" - it was made of fuso wood and contained the Hunyuan from the edge of the world. It was said to be able to span time and space and look back into the past.
Su Xiao wanted to know how his father died in the war.
Although that "Qiongqi" is a ferocious god-level ghost, its actual combat power according to the intelligence is only similar to that of a peak cultivator 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 talented people from all over the country. Even if they really can't be defeated, they should have the ability to escape!
"Dad, the peach blossoms at the foot 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 leave for the capital."
The wooden sword in his hand rose and fell.
The invisible sword energy quietly chopped down the peach blossoms on the tree. The flowers fell like raindrops, and then sprinkled on his body, which was three points thicker than the color of blood.
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