Chapter 88 Funeral
Chapter 88 Funeral
Cheng Shengfei was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought for a while, then he took a breath and said, "...the orthodox swordsman of our Taiyi sect!? He is a swordsman!?"
"Master, then, then we..."
Cheng Peixin turned her head and glanced at the forest in the distance, then at the corpses of the wandering cultivators on the mountain path. She took two quick breaths, and suddenly leaped up, tapping her feet on the stone wall, and floated down the mountain, landing three steps in front of Li Wuxiang.
Li Wuxiang looked up, then looked at her, and smiled: "Oh, so Cheng Zhangguan hasn't left yet? If you come to persuade me to spare his life, I'm afraid it's too late."
Cheng Peixin raised her hand and bowed deeply: "Master Li, it is really gratifying that you have killed the evildoers who are looking for trouble. It has also relieved the anger of the Thirty-Six Sects!"
"Oh." Li Wuxiang stopped smiling, walked away a few steps, picked up the sword that fell on the mountain path, wiped the blood splattered on it, and put it back into the sheath.
Cheng Peixin pursed her lips behind him and said softly, "Master, we do have our own difficulties. Although I am the chief abbot, Master, please don't blame me. I am the chief abbot near the Taoist temple in Ranshan, and I have to tread on thin ice wherever I go..."
Li Wuxiang walked to the outside of the mountain gate, looked at the things left by Xu Daosheng, squatted down and picked up the fragments of the board bit by bit, and also collected the remaining stone powder and the like.
Cheng Peixin took a look, took two steps forward, and looked at Xu Daosheng's body on the mountain path again: "Sect Master Li, he is a disciple of the True Form Dao, and he also has the Five Mountains True Form Diagram to protect him. Although the awn board was broken just now, the True Form Dao's magic is magical. Who knows if he has any other tricks left. Let me help you... clean up Xu Daosheng's remaining soul, so you don't have to worry about the True Form Dao arresting his soul and questioning him."
Li Wuxiang turned around and said, "Then, Master Cheng, if you do this, you will also have a share in this matter."
Cheng Peixin smiled sweetly: "If Sect Master Li doesn't say it, no one else will."
Li Wuxiang stared at her for a while, and suddenly a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Thank you very much for your help, Master Cheng. What should we do about this?"
Cheng Peixin looked relieved. "The soul-binding and soul-dissolving thing is a little troublesome and time-consuming, so it can't be done here. If the sect master trusts me, he can condescend to move to Feiyun Temple. This Ranshan Taoist temple has been destroyed by villains, so it's not suitable for living there for the time being. If the sect master doesn't mind, you can stay at my place temporarily."
At this time, Cheng Shengfei slowly jumped down from the cliff like a goat. After hearing what her master said, she couldn't help but be stunned, and then she went to see Li Wuxiang.
Li Wuxiang smiled in his heart. They must have seen the flying sword clearly, otherwise a "Ranshan Sect Master" who was only at the foundation building stage would not be worthy of such an attitude.
However, her respect was a little beyond my expectations. Is the swordsman's trick so effective?
He nodded: "Then should we move the body back together?"
"That's not necessary." Cheng Peixin walked to the side of the corpse and squatted down. She pulled out a small knife from her sleeve and cut off a small piece of scalp with hair on the head. She also took a piece of skin from each of the hands and feet. "Fei'er."
Cheng Shengfei let out a breath, poured out the water in the water bag around his waist, cut a big hole in the spout of the pot with his sword and handed it over.
Cheng Peixin put the five pieces of skin into the bag, then took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve, carefully opened it, tapped the bottle lightly with her fingers, and three drops of oily liquid dripped out - as soon as they fell on the corpse, white smoke immediately hissed out of the corpse, and in just a dozen breaths, it turned into clear water and seeped into the cracks in the stone.
Cheng Peixin stood up and sighed slightly: "It has polluted the Ranshan Dojo." Li Wuxiang also sighed in his heart. In fact, he didn't mind sucking a little blood from Xu Daosheng - not much, just to make up for his consumption these days, as compensation. Unfortunately, this Master Cheng may have been familiar with doing this kind of thing, and it was too late to stop him.
Li Wuxiang picked up some silver and money from the remaining corpses on the mountain path, and the three of them went down the mountain.
The horse given by Chen Xin was ridden away by Lao Guo, but the master and disciple from Feiyun Temple brought four horses, and Li Wuxiang rode one of the white horses.
It would take two days and one night to reach Deyang. When they stopped to rest in the wild, he saw that the master and his apprentice only had a leather mat under them. They were very skilled in making fire, baking cakes, and boiling water, and they did not have any delicate temperament.
Cheng Peixin kept smiling while speaking, but she knew the right measure. She made people feel like they were in the spring breeze, but she didn't seem to be trying to please them. If you hadn't seen her doing things on Ran Mountain, you would have thought she was a very enthusiastic young woman.
However, Li Wuxiang originally had no extra opinions about her. The so-called thirty-six sects are of the same blood and help each other. Anyone with a sound mind should know that it is just a polite remark. She and Yu Zhaotong were able to force those wandering cultivators to retreat, which was considered to be their duty. The reason why he was so cold on the mountain road before was because of his identity as a swordsman. If he were Zeng Jianqiu, he might have an even worse temper.
As for the present, her invitation to me to go to Feiyun Temple was also a genuine gesture of goodwill - I would probably get hurt in a battle with Xu Daosheng, but with the company of a Tianxin Sect's chief monk, there shouldn't be anyone stupid and blind near Deyang who would want to try his luck with me.
And the little girl Cheng Shengfei is very interesting.
She was serious in her speech and actions, as if she was more experienced and mature than Cheng Peixin. But in fact, she was quite active - when he and Cheng Peixin talked about the things on Ran Mountain, she ate her scones and focused on stirring the campfire. But when she felt that Li Wuxiang was not paying attention, she would quickly glance at him, obviously very interested.
Looking at her like this, Li Wuxiang guessed that she might look about her actual age, around eighteen or nineteen.
As for Cheng Peixin, it was hard to say. According to the standards of his previous world, this Cheng Zhangguan was still considered young and beautiful, a great beauty. But when he accidentally mentioned the past several times and talked about her age, she smiled lightly and said, "I was practicing Qi when I was 27 years old."
At first Li Wuxiang thought she didn't want to talk about her real age, but later he found that her expression was natural when she said such words, without any other emotions, and he realized that in this world, the age of cultivators might really be calculated in this way - as long as they are still young and have a long lifespan, they will use the age when they are refining Qi.
At first glance, it may seem a bit evasive, but if you think about it more carefully, it seems very reasonable.
For ordinary people, the difference between old and young may be the amount of experience. With more experience, people are used to seeing many things and are relatively calm and indifferent.
But Li Wuxiang knew that this matter was actually closely related to the body. As he grew older, his body also aged, and the hormones that were once strong in his youth changed, and his mentality naturally became calmer. Sometimes he wanted to go out to play, but he thought of dizziness and leg pain, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps, so he naturally became too lazy to move, and looked more mature and stable.
But practitioners are full of youth and vigor. Judging from their physical bodies, they are always passionate and impulsive. This will have a great impact on their thinking patterns - Xu Daosheng is a good example.
However, what if one is only eight or nine years old when refining Qi? Should one grow until the age that satisfies him?
Eating biscuits around a campfire to keep warm can quickly bring people closer together. So when they had finished chatting, Cheng Peixin asked, "Master Li, do you plan to stay in Ranshan permanently in the future?"
(End of this chapter)