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The stream hits the pebbles, making a crisp sound and splashing water.
Yang Yu sat quietly beside her.
There was a sense of resentment and sadness floating in the air, with a hint of charming atmosphere. The delicate body full of feminine beauty was looming. Sikong Xue's inky snow-like hair was coiled in the lotus leaves, and the emerald green on her chest slightly spread out, revealing her white skin.
"Splash..." Sikong Xue raised her hand and let the clear spring water flow between her fingers.
"You know, these years of traveling actually scare me..."
Sikong Xue told Yang Yu the story, and told him that she always felt uneasy and tired.
As a woman, traveling alone is never an easy thing. She has to risk her life for opportunities again and again. She cannot trust anyone and can only move forward alone with only one thought in her heart. Finally, when she arrived at Liuli Sect, Sikong Xue herself didn't know how she persisted.
She only remembered that at that time, with each blow, countless heads fell to the ground, and before she knew it, swords and magic would come at her forehead, trying to take her life.
"Sometimes... I'm really tired... I really hope to just go back like this... I don't have to worry about anything... I don't need to care about anything... I just want to be a vase by your side..."
Sikong Xue smiled lightly, turned around and looked at Yang Yu.
"But I still made it to where I am now. My talent is worse than yours, I don't work as hard as you, and my comprehension is not as high as yours. But now we are both in the same initial stage of cultivating essence as you. Can I stand beside you now?"
Sikong Xue's snow-white breasts protruded high under the lotus leaves, far exceeding the size Yang Yu had expected. Perhaps it was because of the restraint of her dress that the snow-white breasts were usually hidden, or perhaps it was because Yang Yu was too familiar with them, so he usually didn't notice it.
But at this moment, in front of Yang Yu, the two white spots were very dazzling.
"No matter when, Sister Xue can stand by my side, whether in front of me or behind me, or even in the future, Sister Xue can squeeze into my heart as long as she wants."
Yang Yu spoke in a deep voice, with only Sikong Xue in his deep eyes.
"Don't say that. I said I want to be your sword, not a vase. Don't treat me as a weak woman who doesn't need to tell you sweet lies. If you say that, it will only make me happy for a while."
Sikong Xue muttered softly, but happiness still welled up in her beautiful eyes, and she felt sweet in her heart because of Yang Yu's words.
"Let me be your sword, let me cut off all the thorns in front of you... let me... kiss you gently."
Sikong Xue leaned forward slightly and knelt between Yang Yu's legs.
She raised her hand, water flowed down her jade arm, her hand was placed on Yang Yu's chest, and her lips were slightly closer.
Sikong Xue's breath was gentle, like a warm breeze blowing on her face. She narrowed her eyes slightly and then closed them.
Yang Yu took a slow, deep breath, and Sikong Xue's soft lips touched his lips.
Yang Yu kissed her gently, his hand quietly reached behind her back and held her in his arms.
He greedily breathed in Sikong Xue's breath, slightly opened his lips and pressed Sikong Xue's tender lips.
Sikong Xue's breathing began to quicken. Perhaps it was their first kiss and she didn't understand how to breathe. Yang Yu's tongue quietly pried open her teeth and met her small tongue.
“Hmm…Hmm?!”
Sikong Xue obviously didn't know what Yang Yu was doing, and her clove tongue was passively entangled with Yang Yu.
"Uh...uh..."
Sikong Xue took in all this, and her brain began to feel dizzy.
She put her jade hands around Yang Yu's neck and kissed him actively.
"Aha…"
For a long time, the lips are divided.
Sikong Xue's eyes opened slightly, and her dazed look made Yang Yu unable to stop.
"Great~ You are mine~"
Sikong Xue's lips slightly opened, saliva left marks between her lips, flushed cheeks, saliva between her lips, slightly narrowed eyes...
"You're mine too."
Yang Yu held the delicate woman in his arms and reached down...
107 Snowy First Night
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108 Differences between Immortals and Mortals
The candlelight flickered.
Luo Mei sat on a chair, leaning against a table piled with books, the covers of which were covered with thick dust, as if no one had read them for a long time.
"Then Xiaolu will take his leave."
Xiaolu from the Monk's Pavilion smiled slightly, closed the door and left the guest room, then left the island.
"Bai Bai, you said that so many Zongzhi are covered with dust, how come no one has translated them? Aren't Zongzhi records the history of the sect?"
Nuomi was a little confused.
There were no books about Zongzhi in Sikong Xue's study, so Luomei simply found Xiaolu in the Monk's Pavilion and asked for a large number of Zongzhi in the name of Yang Yu. As a result, those Zongzhi were piled up in an ordinary warehouse, as if no one cared about these things at all.
“I don’t know about that either.”
Wubai shook his head.
"That's because each sect has a different history. Some sects pay attention to history, so they protect these things well. Some sects don't pay attention to these things, and they just let them go. They don't protect these things well. If these things didn't have the name of the sect, they would have been thrown away somewhere long ago."
Luo Tianyou lay on the bed, shaking her white legs and said.
"Since you don't value these things, what's the point of keeping these Zongzhi?"
Luomei was very curious.
"Because the Zongzhi does not only record the affairs of the sect, but also records the affairs of the entire sect. Many important events, as well as many secret things, are all recorded in it. Sometimes, in order to trace the past, you need to look through the Zongzhi."
Luo Tianyou tilted his head, thinking as he spoke, "But in fact, many sects don't have people who are dedicated to recording these events. Almost every 20 to 30 years, the sect will send someone to collect and record what happened in these years, so there are actually quite a few errors. Of course, those sects that value the past will have people who are dedicated to record every moment, and their accuracy is very high."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Luo Mei looked at the sect chronicles piled with dust on the table, and suddenly felt that the Liuli Sect was a sect that did not value history. With so many sect chronicles all covered in dust, it was probably impossible to find the "mortal world" that her master wanted to find.
"Take your time. After all, there are so many books. Maybe we can always find relevant records."
Wubai was very kind-hearted. She blew the dust off a book and started reading it. Although she did not need the light of candles, she still sat at the table around the candlelight.
The sound of flipping pages was heard in the room.
Luo Mei also picked up the top book, brushed off the dust on it, and looked for records about the "mortal world" one by one.
Luo Tianyou lay on the bed for a while, bleary-eyed. It was already time for her to go to bed. The sound of turning pages of the book was like a lullaby, making her even more sleepy.
"You guys turn it over first. I'm sleepy. I'll take a nap first. I'll help you turn it over after I wake up."
"Yeah, go to sleep, go to sleep."
Luomei was flipping through the books attentively.
The bright candlelight was burning and crackling.
Compared to those special burning materials, this kind of ordinary candle is smokeless and odorless, burns longer, and shines brighter, and does not require wax cleaning. Sikong Xue particularly likes this kind of ordinary candle.
Therefore, the light in the room is basically provided by these ordinary white candles, with occasional red candles burning brighter.
At some point in the night, Luo Mei suddenly found some clues about the "mortal world" in a thick book.
"Bai Bai, come here quickly, come here quickly and take a look at this thing."
Luomei waved her hand quickly, Wubai put down the book he was looking through and sat next to Luomei.
"Baibai, look here."
Luo Mei pointed her finger at a passage in the book.
"The difference between immortals and mortals is a concept that existed a long time ago. I'm afraid there is no data to prove how long ago it was, because even in the data left over from ancient times, there is rarely any mention of the difference between immortals and mortals."
“But it is undeniable that this saying has been passed down to this day. Even though there is no data to support it, it is still believed by people all over the world. However, the immortals mentioned at this time only refer to cultivators and mortals, or between powerful people and mortals.”
"But I feel that the original meaning of the saying 'there is a difference between immortals and mortals' is probably not this. Otherwise, why do we cultivators also cultivate immortals? It's just... the cultivation of immortals by cultivators is something we are accustomed to, and few people would question it. Therefore, even if I want to find more information, it is difficult to get other people's approval."
Wu Bai read out these words softly, and her beautiful eyes widened slightly.
"Look, it says there are differences between immortals and mortals. Isn't it similar to the mortal world that Master wants to find?"
Luomei said somewhat excitedly.
The contents of these sect chronicles were either a list of disciples in the sect, or a record of how disciples gradually ascended to become powerful. Instead, they were the history of the rise and fall of a family, changes in the country, natural disasters, and the rules of heaven and earth. None of them interested her, and she fell asleep watching them.
I finally found a self-narration, which should have been written by the person who recorded the clan history at that time. It also has something to do with the words immortal and mortal, so maybe I can find "mortal world".
"Perhaps it is related."
Wu Bai nodded happily and continued reading.
But the following few pages are filled with other narratives, without talking about immortals or mortals, and seeing the falling plum blossoms makes the story boring again.
Fortunately, after turning dozens of pages in a row and the writing style changed, the words "immortal" and "mortal" reappeared in the paragraph.
"Now, I have become a cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Yin-Yang Realm. During one of my travels, I accidentally discovered a county chronicle of mortals. It is almost the same as the sect chronicle of cultivators, but in this county chronicle, I discovered a mysterious place called the Immortal Mortal Land."
"When I went to that place out of curiosity, I realized that cultivators really are cultivating to be immortals. There is a real difference between immortals and mortals."
"In the years and years of who knows how many years ago, there was a group of high and mighty people. They were omnipotent and were called immortals. It was they who passed on the cultivation to the mortals of the time. The immortals at that time also ruled the world. Mortals cultivated for thousands of years just to become immortals. However, who knows what happened. In the end, the immortals fell, and the world was completely overturned like a plate of gravel."
"Humans also went through generations of cultivation and finally became the overlords of this world. However, the deeds of the immortals gradually disappeared. It was not forgotten, nor was it deliberately hidden. It was just that in the torrent of history, the cultivators at that time did not care about the death of the immortals."
"By now, old antiques and some knowledgeable and powerful cultivators must know that there were immortals in the past. Even the county annals of mortals and the sect annals have records of them. There are deeds left by immortals everywhere. There must be many people who really know about immortals, but no one will deliberately publicize it. Because whether there are real immortals or not, people will continue to practice. It's just that there are more speculations about the realm after the heavenly man. Maybe it is possible to become an immortal in one step?"
After a few more pages of accounts.
"Now, I finally understand thoroughly that there are many immortal and mortal places like the one recorded in the county annals in this world. They were once part of the world, where immortals once lived. But now they have been broken into pieces of secret realms, scattered all over the world, and finally merged into a whole in the secret realms. And all the entrances have somehow evolved into a small village, called the mortal world. As long as you pass through the entrance, you can enter the former residence of the immortals and obtain the immortal relics inside."
Luomei and Wubai widened their eyes and were so surprised that their mouths could not close.
"Immortal... a real immortal..."
Wu Bai suddenly had an additional question in his mind.
Since immortals existed countless years ago, how about the monsters that were born unknown? And how many years ago were they born?
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