Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

Above the vast ocean, a full moon hangs high, casting its bright moonlight and illuminating the rippling waves.

A flying sword floats on the undulating waves, as if it will capsize at any time.

On the flying sword, Lu Xuan looked solemn, staring into the distance in a daze:

"The moonlight of the yin is extremely cold and yin. Many corpse refiners use this power to strengthen their corpse puppets. I have corpse poison in my body, so it is natural that I would be affected. But if this is the case, then wouldn't I become a useless person at night?"

The flying sword drifted in the waves, and from time to time waves rose up and splashed countless water.

"Master...Father, I'm so cold!" Zhao Rui's lower body was soaked and his teeth were chattering with cold.

Lu Xuan came to his senses and saw that his disciple's face was blue from the cold. He immediately picked him up and put him on his shoulder.

He used some of his magical power to try to dry Zhao Rui's wet clothes.

Under normal circumstances, this would be easy for him, but it was particularly tricky at this time. Not only did he have to maintain the flying sword, but he also had to resist the cold air. If he helped Zhao Rui dry his clothes, the difficulty was no less than casting an exquisite spell.

After about ten breaths, Lu Xuan's forehead was covered with sweat and he could hardly maintain the flying sword under his feet.

"Master, I'm not cold anymore, you should take a rest!" Zhao Rui said.

Lu Xuan hummed, and immediately closed his eyes to calm his somewhat messy mind.

In the quiet night, everything is silent, only the sound of waves echoes softly in my ears.

After three full cycles, Lu Xuan finally sorted out the magic power in his body. However, the cold power became stronger and stronger and had begun to erode his internal organs.

Lu Xuan opened his eyes, his eyes full of worry.

At this time, Zhao Rui suddenly asked: "Master, can you teach me magic?"

"You and I are master and disciple, so it is only natural for me to teach you magic. However, you have not yet been registered with the sect. If someone asks you about it in the future, remember to tell them the truth about what happened today."

Zhao Rui clapped his hands repeatedly, feeling extremely happy. After flying in the sky and sea these days, he had long been yearning for magic.

Lu Xuan showed a hint of smile on his worried face, and said, "I don't know if it is right or wrong to teach you the method without the permission of the sect. If someone in the sect troubles you in the future, you can say that you are the disciple of Taoist Qingxi, and I will protect you from any trouble."

Zhao Rui was very smart, but he was still young, so he couldn't hear the sadness in Lu Xuan's words. He only knew that his master's tone was serious, so he said, "The disciple of Taoist Qingxi, I'll remember it. Can't I say I'm your disciple?"

"That's just in case. You can report the master's name." Lu Xuan coughed and said seriously, "In the past, those who obtained the Oneness, the heaven obtained the Oneness and became pure. Our founder was called Tianqing Taoist, and our sect was later called Tianqing Sect."

"Those who obtained the One in the past were like those who obtained the One in the sky, and the sky became clear." Zhao Rui recited along, frowning as he spoke, as if he had realized something.

"I didn't expect this kid to have such a good understanding!" Lu Xuan was very pleased. Just as he was about to continue talking, he heard Zhao Rui change the subject and asked:

"Master, don't be so awkward with this sentence, what does it mean?"

Lu Xuan's face was full of black lines, and he explained helplessly: "This... means that the sky became clear because of enlightenment."

"Why does Heaven need the Tao? What is the Tao?"

"..." Lu Xuan had a headache and thought: "This child can't even recognize a few words. I'm afraid I have to teach him from the beginning."

He sighed, and then started talking about how Tao gave birth to One, and One gave birth to Two.

He spoke eloquently and explained the basic knowledge of cultivation very thoroughly, which was not inferior to that of the elders in the sect.

Zhao Rui listened with great interest at first, occasionally asking Lu Xuan questions, but gradually he became silent.

Lu Xuan hadn't seen his apprentice move for a long time, and thought Zhao Rui had fallen asleep during the class, and he was a little angry. He patted Zhao Rui, but after patting him several times, Zhao Rui still didn't respond.

"You kid are still getting excited!" Lu Xuan pulled Zhao Rui down and was about to scold him, but he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Zhao Rui's face was pale, his lips were purple, his breathing was barely audible, and he had actually lost consciousness due to the cold.

"He has been sitting on my shoulders and has never been in contact with sea water. Why is he so frozen?" Lu Xuan hurriedly sent a magic power to protect Zhao Rui's heart.

After about an incense stick of time, Zhao Rui finally woke up and said in a daze: "Master, your body is so cold."

Lu Xuan shuddered, finally knowing why his disciple was so frozen. It was all because of the corpse poison in his body. He said, "It's all Master's fault for being careless. You are also the same. Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Rui forced a smile and did not answer. Instead, he said, "Master, the sky is clear when it is united. I seem to understand a little bit."

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but this scripture originally taught by Lu Xuan suddenly exploded in his own mind:

"The sky is clear when it is united, and the earth is peaceful when it is united. All things are moving according to the laws of Tao. The magic power and the cold energy in my body can also coexist. They don't have to fight against each other."

Lu Xuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately made a bold attempt, giving up the futile struggle with the cold air, and instead guiding his magic power upwards to the sky and the cold air downwards to the earth.

It was as if chaos had just begun to emerge. After the two forces had found their destination, Lu Xuan felt relaxed all over, as if a huge burden had been lifted.

Lu Xuan was overjoyed, and continued to guide the cold air downward, along the foot Jueyin liver meridian, and finally released it outwards from the soles of the feet.

About half an hour later, Lu Xuan's face turned rosy, and a thick layer of ice formed under his feet.

The safety of the two was no longer a concern, but no matter how hard Lu Xuan tried, he could not force out all the cold air, and his magic power limited itself to his calves.

After struggling for several hours, Lu Xuan had to give up and sat on the ice waiting for dawn.

a long distance away.

After working hard for most of the night, Li Tongzhen once again widened the distance between himself and Master Lu Xuan.

The darkness around him was like a man-eating beast, but he was determined to defeat it.

After a while, the sky in the east gradually turned pale.

Li Tongzhen looked at the rising sun and felt like he had escaped death. As he relaxed, he could no longer suppress his fatigue and felt extremely sleepy. He made hasty arrangements and fell asleep.

His body needed rest so badly. He had already been seriously injured in the fight for the elixir with Mao Jiang in Yan State, and Lu Xuan's sword had made the situation even worse. The Tianqing sword energy left in his body was like a thorn in his side, constantly consuming his magic power and vitality.

It was a peaceful and tranquil sleep. If there were no external disturbances, Li Tongzhen could sleep for three days and three nights. But after the boat drifted for half a day, a foul smell suddenly appeared in the air, which woke Li Tongzhen up directly.

The stench was indescribable and hard to explain, it was a mixture of rot, mold, fishy and sour, and it stank deep into one's soul.

The moment Li Tongzhen woke up, he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, but even so, he could still smell the stench.

He hurriedly looked for the source, and as soon as he stuck his head out, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Above the blue sea, the silver light was glittering, making it difficult for people to open their eyes. At first glance, it looked like rippling waves, but upon closer inspection, it was all dead fish with their bellies facing up.

Among the piles of dead fish, there were occasionally some larger sea fish struggling, but they also looked like they were dying.

These dead fish rose and fell with the waves, slowly drifting away. From time to time, new dead fish floated up along the way and blended into the silver-white color.

The farther away you go, the denser the dead fish become, until the clear blue water suddenly turns into another color.

The color is between yellow and gray, and in the turbidity, it gives people a sense of endless desolation.

"Could it be the Yellow Spring Water?" Li Tong was very suspicious. He did not practice ghost arts, and had never come into contact with related practitioners. He just had some vague impressions from the books he had read before.

Once the dead fish drifted into the gray-yellow sea water, their flesh and blood instantly melted away and turned into white fish bones.

The fish bones entered the gray-yellow sea water and continued to drift away until they completely melted away, leaving nothing behind.

Boundless sense of death surged into Li Tongzhen's mind. Although he was still far away from the gray-yellow sea water, he seemed to see himself turning into bones.

"It's dangerous here, it's better for me to run away!" Li Tongzhen urged his magic spell and rowed the boat away quickly.

Thousands of miles away, Lu Xuan stepped on the flying sword again.

In his palm, the shadow of a small sword turned and finally flew out in one direction.

However, the moment it flew out, it immediately disappeared into thin air.

"How is this possible? Has that guy completely eliminated the Tianqing sword energy in his body?" Lu Xuan frowned, made a gesture of magic, and continued to chase in the direction of the small sword.

He was like a disabled man at night, completely unable to fly his sword in pursuit. If he let the enemy escape in the end, then his trip would be in vain.

After about three or four hundred miles, the master and disciple were flying fast on their swords when they suddenly heard a faint humming sound in their ears.

The voice was ethereal and low, as if telling a sad story.

"Master, did you hear the humming sound?" As the sound grew louder, Zhao Rui couldn't help but ask.

"It might be a whale. Let's go and take a look." Lu Xuan followed the sound, but after flying for a long time, he couldn't find the source of the sound.

After flying for a distance, Lu Xuan's patience gradually ran out. When he was about to give up, a foul smell suddenly appeared in the air.

"Hickey..." Zhao Ruigan started to hiccup and pinched his nose, saying, "Master, what is this? It stinks."

Lu Xuan could still bear it, but what surprised him was that the sense of smell of a cultivator was far more sensitive than that of an ordinary person. How could he smell it at the same time as Zhao Rui?

"This humming sound is probably related to the stench. There must be danger ahead!" Lu Xuan looked at the sun and cast a tracking spell again, wanting to see if Li Tongzhen was also in this direction.

A strange thing happened. After the phantom of the small sword turned twice, it actually flew forward and no longer disintegrated directly.

"Huh! Is it impossible to track it? Is it related to this stench?" Lu Xuan tapped his toes slightly and continued to fly forward with his flying sword.

The deeper they went, the worse the stench became. Just when the two were about to give up, something suddenly appeared in the sky, and the mysterious humming sound seemed to come from there.