Although Lianbao Pavilion tried its best to cover it up, the news about Su Xuan going crazy and massacring Xuan Kong's lineage still spread.
The huge Lianbao Pavilion was shocked! And seeing that Shangqing Peak was trapped by the holy tree Ancient Yuan Bell, this news became more and more convincing! The monks of Lianbao Pavilion were extremely moved. They did not expect Su Xuan to be so crazy, let alone
Thinking that Su Xuan would only be banned for doing such a crazy thing.
For a while, this matter also caused a stir.
On the peak of sadness.
Yun Qingyi looked confused.
Can't we... just stay calm?
If you do this, won't your conscience hurt?
Yun Qingyi wanted to go up and question Su Xuan, but sadly and angrily found that she didn't have the courage.
On the side, Xiu Mei felt a little gloating about her misfortune, but it was fine for her anyway.
"Are you making fun of me?"
Yun Qingyi glared at Xiumei fiercely.
"No..." Xiu Mei trembled.
"Haha, you must have laughed. I will wait for you in bed tonight."
Yun Qingyi's eyes became extremely dangerous.
Xiu Mei's face turned green, remembering all the shameful actions she had done in the past.
This...is a female pervert! Peak.
Su Xuan washed away the blood and changed into simple clothes.
In a corner of the peak, Su Xuan even built a small wooden house.
This is not home.
But for some time to come, Su Xuan wants Chen Xiaowan to live happily here.
Done all this.
Su Xuan was not in a hurry to wake Chen Xiaowan up.
He took out Ji Qingqing's body.
This little girl is dead.
In Su Xuan's perception, he died to keep Chen Xiaowan alive.
"I should have saved you, but I came a step too late."
Su Xuan whispered.
"However, I will let you stay with Xiaowan from now on."
Su Xuan reached out and waved, and the Demon Suppressing Sword appeared.
This is an ancient sword that can suppress demons! At the same time, it can also suppress souls! The demon-suppressing sword shone brightly and slowly integrated into Ji Qingqing's body.
"To calm the soul with the spirit, I want to cast the sword spirit!"
The sword intent in Su Xuan's eyes was bright, and sword rays continued to pour into Ji Qingqing's body.
The next moment.
Ji Qingqing's body suddenly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye and became illusory.
The Demon Suppressing Sword appears again.
Ji Qingqing's life soul began to merge with the Demon Suppressing Sword.
The originally broad sword blade also began to slowly become slender.
Ji Qingqing's soul looked at Su Xuan gratefully and bowed to Su Xuan.
"From now on, you accompany Xiaowan throughout this long road of life."
Su Xuan whispered and waved his hand again.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword merges into the Shangqing Peak and disappears! This peak... has been transformed by Su Xuan into a mountain that condenses luck! The Demon-Suppressing Sword enters this peak and will soon merge with Ji Qingqing's soul, making it easier to achieve success.
The condensation of sword spirits.
One day later.
Su Xuan woke up Chen Xiaowan.
There was a lingering hint of sadness on her little face.
"Sir, it turns out...it turns out you are a monk."
Chen Xiaowan whispered, trying hard to put a smile on her face.
The previous encounters and Ji Qingqing's death left a crack in the heart of this cheerful and innocent little girl that could not be repaired.
Su Xuan hugged Chen Xiaowan's body into his arms.
"From now on, sir, I will personally teach you how to practice."
Su Xuan said softly, with distress on his face.
"Um."
Chen Xiaowan nodded heavily and swallowed silently.
Time is like water, it can always dilute many things.
Chen Xiaowan became cheerful again.
No matter how sad she felt inside, she didn't want to show her sad expression in front of the husband she loved anymore.
On this small mountain peak, Su Xuan and Chen Xiaowan lived peacefully.
"Xiaowan, do you have any dreams?"
Under the night, Su Xuan sat on the edge of the cliff with Chen Xiaowan in his arms.
The dazzling starry sky, the rippling sea water, the gently whistling cool breeze...the scenery here is unique.
Chen Xiaowan swung her legs, tilted her head and said, "I want to become a heroine, and I want to travel all over the Eastern Wasteland."
"The ambition is very ambitious."
Su Xuan smiled softly.
"Sir, can a person still see the human world after death?"
Chen Xiaowan suddenly asked.
"Yes."
Su Xuan smiled.
"They will turn into stars, staring at the earth and the people they like all the time."
"Really?"
Chen Xiaowan's eyes lit up and she got up.
"real."
Su Xuan nodded heavily.
"Sir, can I practice sword practice? Heroines... all use swords."
Chen Xiaowan expectedly took out a wooden sword from somewhere and waved it awkwardly.
"Sir, you will become the strongest female swordsman in the Eastern Wasteland."
Su Xuan smiled and promised softly.
Under the night, the shadows, one large and one small, continued to lengthen, harmonious and warm.
...the days passed day by day.
Yun Qingyi occasionally looked up at the peak.
There was a little man waving a wooden sword there, which made Yun Qingyi a little jealous.
After all...it is undoubtedly incredible to be loved by that domineering man so much.
"Ding..." Faintly, there was the sound of a piano.
This is Su Xuan playing the piano.
Bai Xianqin, Tianyun White Soul Jue! This...is exactly what Su Xuan took from Xuanyuan Bailong.
Su Xuan doesn't know how to play the piano, but he has been constantly comprehending this inheritance in the past few days! Although the practice for several days has not had much effect, the sound of the piano is already beautiful and pleasant.
"What a lucky kid."
Yun Qingyi was very envious.
The sound of the piano went from youthful to proficient, and it was obviously learned by Su Xuangang! And the sound of the piano has some soothing effect on the soul, which is obviously to help Chen Xiaowan practice.
Yun Qingyi suddenly felt that Su Xuan was not so bad that he could not be saved.
And this gentleness shown occasionally has a damn charm.
Yun Qingyi trembled for a moment, then went to ravage Xiumei again.
She kept telling herself that the man was poison, just take a look, but don't fall for it.
Time is like quicksand, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
On top of the peak.
Su Xuan sat cross-legged, with a white celestial harp carved with red Luan and white phoenix placed on his knees.
The gentle sound of the piano sounded.
This is the inheritance of a female spiritual master, which is ethereal and gentle.
A year of playing the piano has softened Su Xuan's aura.
Mountains, breeze, white clouds, sea.
The white clothes are flowing, and the black hair is spread out.
At this moment, Su Xuan really looked like a banished immortal.
In the distance, Chen Xiaowan held her chin and looked at it with bright eyes.
She felt that the husband at this moment was really handsome.
"When I become a heroine in the future, I will be so handsome."
Chen Xiaowan thought happily.
Just one song.
Su Xuan stood up, picked up the Bai Xianqin and walked to Chen Xiaowan.
"Xiao Wan, why are you so dazed?"
Su Xuan smiled softly.
In front of this little girl, the smile that had been forgotten seemed to become natural.
Even to outsiders, it still looks stiff.
But in Chen Xiaowan's eyes, she is the most charming.
"Sir, I want to be like you when I grow up."
Chen Xiaowan said.
"Then you have to work hard."
Su Xuan rubbed Chen Xiaowan's head.
"In the future, I will definitely work harder to practice swordsmanship, learn the piano, read, and read... to become as handsome as my husband."
Chen Xiaowan clenched her fists.
"Haha, sir, I'm looking forward to it."
Su Xuan laughed.
Later.
Su Xuan added: "Today, sir, I want to give you a gift."
"What?"
Chen Xiaowan said happily.
Su Xuan made a move with his hand.
The Demon-Suppressing Sword immediately flew out from the Shangqing Peak.
It was like a wisp of smoke, moving with the wind, and floated in front of Chen Xiaowan.
"This...is this?"
Chen Xiaowan grabbed it, but her eyes turned red.
She...felt a familiar scent.
"Sir may not be able to stay with you all the time in the future, but this sword can."
Su Xuan smiled softly.
"gentlemen."
Chen Xiaowan swallowed even harder.
She felt Ji Qingqing's aura.
And the next moment.
A small, fuzzy figure appeared.
She stretched out her hand towards Chen Xiaowan, who was crying.
"Xiaowan, I will be your sword from now on."
She said crisply, with a bright and beautiful smile on her face.