Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 112 Plot

The blade of the sword is sharp and sharp.

This time, Fang Shaohong saw clearly the true face of this guy: an illusory and ethereal white translucent Spirit Body that could only barely make out the human shape. Behind it, the light spots were slowly drifting away.

"..."

Fang Shaohong frowned slightly.

——The other party did not reply or react at all.

What exactly is this? Is it an illusion, or someone's remaining soul? Can’t communicate?…

Just when she had this idea, the Spirit Body suddenly made a move. I saw it slowly and tentatively raising a hand and holding the sword parked in front of it.

At the same time, this Spirit Body exuded a strong feeling of closeness, as if seeing someone whom he missed very much.

So... Fang Shaohong didn't hide.

Under her gaze, some threads seemed to be pulled away from the blade, spreading along the Spirit Body's arms and throughout its body.

The opponent's figure became much more solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the outline became clearer. It no longer looked like it was about to float away at any time before, and even the body was unstable.

[Is this...replenishing itself by Sword Intent? ]

Fang Shaohong was a little confused.

This is the same as the sword spirit, but the sword spirit must rely on its sword to exist. No matter how powerful it was originally, but now so weak, it should have been forced to return to the sword.

Moreover, with so many sword cultivators in the Sword Sect, why did they choose her as an outsider to supplement the Sword Intent?

Not long after, the opponent's changes slowed down and he remained in a human form with clear outlines but few details.

It let go of the sword, smiled lightly at Fang Shaohong, and said something happily:

"————"

The mysterious and obscure language contains a huge amount of information, which is extremely clear when you listen to it, but after just a short moment, you can no longer recall its content.

"Hmm..."

Fang Shaohong, who was sheathing his sword, suddenly felt a little dizzy when he heard his words. He let out a slight groan, frowned, raised his hand to hold his forehead, and rubbed his temples.

Many images and sounds of unknown meaning flashed through my mind.

These things appeared and disappeared in her sea of ​​consciousness, like a handful of fine sand. She held it in her hand, but it quickly slipped through her fingers.

Only a few traces are left.

After a few breaths, she broke out of this groggy state.

She took a few breaths before she finally woke up. She looked at the floating Spirit Body with some seriousness and said in a deep voice: "Just now...?"

The other party probably wanted to tell her something, but she didn't remember anything and could only feel some residual emotional fluctuations.

"..."

Spirit Body tilted its head.

"Trouble..."

Fang Shaohong sighed.

These few questions were enough to show that the other party really didn't have much intelligence, leaving only some simple thoughts and the instinct to absorb the Sword Intent.

Regardless of whether it is a sword spirit, a remnant soul, or something else, its intention is difficult to understand.

Inexplicably unhappy...

At this time, Fang Shaohong still didn't know that this was the innate rage of human instinct towards "The Riddler's Behavior"! Hey! What a mother-in-law’s behavior! What are you stirring up again? !

Swish——

Golden light spots traced a trajectory, and the Spirit Body waved to Fang Shaohong after looking at her for a while, making a "Follow me" gesture.

Then he turned around and drifted leisurely towards the distant peaks and plank road.

"Follow it?"

Fang Shaohong only hesitated for a moment, shook his head, shook off the little bit of negative emotions, and quickly followed.

This was the first time she encountered such a strange thing as an adventure, and she happened to be looking for something to do before comprehending the sword mark.

…

"Ta, ta..."

Fang Shaohong stepped on the steps of the plank road to the peaks of the Sword Sect, with an abyss at his fingertips. Looking down through the thin gauze-like clouds and mist, one glance would make one dizzy.

But it’s still a breathtaking view from the sky.

If the Poet Immortal were here and drank half a bottle of wine, he would definitely be able to...

Wait, take the height of the Jianzong Mountains, the danger of the plank road, and the drunken character of Azure Lotus layman...

Mengzi, who has been drinking for a long time, will definitely get drunk and then fall down.

That wouldn't make it into a poem, but it would allow me to personally experience falling three thousand feet straight.

Fang Shaohong glanced at the Spirit Body leading the way in front of her and stopped temporarily. It was not floating fast enough for her to stop from time to time along the way.

She held onto the railing of the plank road with one hand and gently rubbed the hilt of her sword with the other, looking into the distance.

There are indeed many differences between Sword Sect and Heavenly Mirror Sect. Although the aura is not much different, due to the faint Sword Intent in the air, breathing feels particularly refreshing.

It may not be a good environment for other monks, but for sword cultivators it is a unique geomantic treasure. Breathing and even the scenery you see have the effect of sharpening the Sword Intent.

"Speaking of which, I have never competed with the Sword Sect monks... I believe that in this environment, everyone will be a good player, right?" Fang Shaohong looked thoughtful.

"It would be nice if there were no twists and turns and I could compete and compete as I pleased..."

While he was talking to himself, a Sword Sect disciple happened to be walking by. He looked at Fang Shaohong, showed a slight look of disdain, and walked straight past.

It seems to be because she is dressed plainly and obviously not a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Completely ignoring the Spirit Body.

After the man walked away, Fang Shaohong tapped the railing and said softly: "Sure enough, no one else can see the guy in front."

Seeing that the Spirit Body had drifted away, Fang Shaohong continued to follow the Spirit Body and hummed a leisurely tune.

——She didn’t find out when she learned it.

…

Along the way, the Spirit Body took her through many places not marked on the Sword Hunting Order:

Wherever there is a stream of water that contains sharp energy, there is a small sword blank embedded at the source; where under the cliff there are spiritual insights casually carved by the elders of the Sword Sect, but they have been covered with moss...

Small insights slowly accumulated, leading Fang Shaohong to further his understanding of the way of the sword.

When Fang Shaohong followed Spirit Body and walked on the trestle to another peak, somewhere she couldn't see...

Ao Pingfeng's deep and calm eyes were watching her every move.

He was standing on a cliff, and the aura-concealing technique was surrounding him, cutting off the possibility of Fang Shaohong discovering him.

Beside him, there was what he called a "friend".

I saw this man with black hair shawl, sharp facial features, and a dashing air. He was definitely a handsome man. His figure was like a tiger's arms and the waist of a wasp. The faintly visible muscle lines under his clothes were very visually impactful.

It's just that it has gone through many changes, and its sharp temperament has been overshadowed by a sense of being careless and careless.

He was wearing the robes of an elder from the Sword Sect.

The sword cultivator held the sword in his arms, looked at Fang Shaohong who was walking on the plank road with a complicated expression, and said with emotion: "It's really because of you that such a ridiculous plan can come true, and even come to this point..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you old boy, you are so shady. Whoever becomes your opponent will be in trouble for eight lifetimes."

"you flatter me."

Ao Pingfeng lowered his head and smiled softly, and there seemed to be some subtle joy in his gentle smile.

Jian Xiu patted Ao Pingfeng on the shoulder and said with a bold smile: "Hahaha! Fortunately, you and I are in the same boat, so we don't have to worry about being plotted by you."

"..."

The wind blew gently, and it was as quiet as a tomb.

The smile on the sword cultivator's face gradually solidified, he turned his head stiffly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"...You didn't plot against me, right?"

(End of chapter)