NFBE Chapter 391 The Opening of the Myriad Crafts Workshop
Chapter 391 The Opening of the Myriad Crafts Workshop
Shen Suan Zhenren did not stay in Chong Gu Village for long; he only met Xue Lan once before returning to Duan Shui Guan.
When her master left, Xue Lan was in seclusion. Xue Tong knocked on the door of the cave.
"Xue Lan, Master Shen Suan is leaving. Aren't you going to see him?"
Xue Lan's face was flushed red by the fire inside the smelting furnace, which even tinted her grayish-white eyes.
The woman held the rusty Su Jun sword in her hand, and after a period of silence, she spoke:
"Xiaotong, could you go and see him off for me?"
Xue Tong, who had assumed Xue Lan wouldn't speak, still had her hand hovering in mid-air as she knocked again. Upon hearing this, she exclaimed in surprise:
"Xue Lan..."
"are you……"
"I'm trying to wake up Sister Sujun, but I'm too busy right now, Xiaotong..."
The woman's voice pierced through the thick stone door, hoarse and tinged with weariness.
Xue Tong can now sense Xue Lan's emotions.
It was unclear whether she had made progress or Xue Lan was simply tired. The emotions that had been as cold as ice hidden beneath the woman's gentle exterior were now melting like spring water.
Xue Tong couldn't voice her objection; the girl's tone was gentle:
"Then I'll see him off for you."
"You're doing fine inside all by yourself."
The girl's footsteps faded into the distance. In the firelight within the cave, a bluish-red flame appeared at Xue Lan's fingertip, like a flower swaying in the wind.
The woman slowly raised her hand and gently pressed her sword-finger on the rusty Su Jun sword.
"hiss……"
A sound of water vapor evaporating came from the Su Jun Sword. The dark red rust on the Su Jun Sword was slowly eroded by the bluish-red flames, and the rising water vapor misted Xue Lan's eyebrows and eyes.
Xue Lan continued to move her fingertips upwards, directly tracing the tip of Su Jun's sword. The bluish-red flames resembled shooting stars with trailing tails.
"A miracle!"
As Xue Lan's imperial edict fell, a circle of azure light rippled across the Su Jun Sword.
Then Xue Lan heard an extremely faint buzzing sound.
"Sister Sujun..."
"I'll take you to see the person you want to see!"
……
At the gate of Chonggu Village, Master Shensuan looked at Xue Tong running towards him and revealed a smile that he had expected.
"Real person!"
Xue Tong hurriedly bowed to the shrewd master:
"Xue Tong has come to see the senior off."
Where is Xue Lan?
Before Master Shensuan could speak, Dao Xuanzi asked a question.
Xue Tong smiled sheepishly as the data flowed rapidly.
"Sect Leader, my elder sister is making some preparations for the Wan Gong Workshop. So..."
Xue Tong ran out of ideas as she went on, and the girl turned to Shen Suanzhen for help.
The prudent strategist smiled gently and spoke to Dao Xuanzi:
"It's nothing, I'm just angry."
Dao Xuanzi was a little confused. The old man stroked his beard, his eyes full of doubt.
Why is she angry? What is she angry about?
Shen Suanzhen: "I don't know."
The old man's gentle, dry hand landed lightly on Xue Tong's head.
"I go first!"
Xue Tong and Dao Xuanzi both bowed to Shen Suan Zhenren:
"A real person."
"Senior brother."
"Bon Voyage……"
When the scallions planted in Xue Lan's small vegetable garden began to produce seeds on their own, the time for the opening of the Wan Gong Fang finally arrived.
Xue Lan and Dao Xuanzi headed to the birthplace of Wan Gong Fang, while Xue Tong, carrying a single sword, went to Wu Ci Town to investigate the mysteriously disappeared Tian Qi Pillar.
"Keep a close eye on her and don't let her cause trouble in the Wan Gong Fang."
Before the desolate courtyard, a young girl preparing to embark on a long journey held the hand of the soul guide, giving him her earnest instructions.
Yinhun looked up with her innocent little face and said, "Don't worry, sister, I will definitely keep an eye on the Lord."
Xue Tong looked at Yin Hun's delicate little face and suddenly sighed.
The girl looked utterly hopeless.
"I'm crazy to expect you to keep an eye on her."
The girl pinched the girl's cheek and smiled as she spoke:
"Then my sister is gone."
The girl slowly stood up from the ground and spoke to Xue Lan, who had been watching from the side:
"You are now a mature host; you need to learn to live well on your own."
Xue Lan raised three fingers:
"Don't worry, it's guaranteed to live."
Xue Tong was finally relieved. The girl held a long sword, her ponytail flying behind her, and her indigo blue dress could not hide the unrestrained youthfulness in this person.
"Goodbye, Sister Xiaotong!" Yinhun waved her little hand.
Xue Tong, mimicking the chivalrous figures in those martial arts novels, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the two of them:
"Take care of yourself."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind an indigo blue silhouette.
Yinhun grasped Xue Lan's hand, tilted her small face up, and spoke:
"Your Majesty..."
Xue Lan smiled at the soul guide and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.
"It's time for us to set off too."
Dao Xuanzi appeared behind Xue Lan with his two flying swords, his voice steady:
"The Qilin from Fengdu has also arrived."
"It's been a long time." Xue Lan's eyes crinkled, making her look incredibly radiant.
"I really want to see that fellow Daoist."
The location where Wan Gong Fang appeared this time was closer to Yan Du than it was fifteen years ago. As soon as Xue Lan and Dao Xuanzi appeared, they attracted the attention of most of the cultivators.
"That's Dao Xuanzi from the Xuanhuang Sect. Could the junior behind him be Xue Lan, the one from the Xuanhuang Sect who was selected last time?"
What's wrong with her eyes?
……
Whispers could be heard from the surrounding area, mostly from cultivators from the demon race and some rogue cultivators.
Not many cultivators from the six sects and twelve factions came here. Xue Lan was only familiar with Yin Yue and Yue Zhong from the Longsword Sect.
and many more……
Xue Lan's divine sense swept over the heavy object and landed on the tall, graceful woman beside him.
If her consciousness hasn't gone awry yet.
That seems to be Rong Zhi, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.
The tall female cultivator looked in the direction Xue Lan was looking, smiled gently at her, and then transmitted her voice:
"Fellow Daoist Xue, it's been a long time."
Xue Lan thought to herself that it had really been a long time; the last time she and Rong Zhi met was when they were exchanging more and more information.
Yue Zhong noticed the actions of the person next to him and turned to look at Xue Lan.
Dao Xuanzi, standing beside Xue Lan, nodded slightly:
"Go."
"Why are you here?"
Xue Lan looked at Yue Zhong and spoke.
Yue Zhong took a letter from his chest and handed it to Xue Lan:
"Junjun said she can't come back from Duanshui Pass, so she asked me to come and support you. Don't let anyone steal your inheritance."
Xue Lan nodded, a strange smile on her face:
"You two..."
Yue Zhong's face was full of smiles:
“Arong and I have become Daoist partners.”
A mischievous smile appeared on Xue Lan's face:
"Didn't you say you didn't like... um..."
The spell to silence was faster than Xue Lan could speak, and Xue Lan instantly became mute.
Rong Zhi burst out laughing.
The female cultivator's alluring phoenix eyes looked increasingly heavy:
Why don't you let her speak?
"Senior Brother Yue."
Xue Lan turned and left.