Chapter 52 She will come back.
In Xianyun Sect, Yun Jie searched every place at the bottom of the cliff, but still could not find any trace of Sang Chun.
It's true that you can't see people alive, but you can't see dead bodies.
Yunjie had no choice but to go to his father for help.
Dao Zun Nanke didn't expect that such a big thing would happen within the sect in just a blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but feel a headache.
"Didn't I tell you not to go out? Why are you disobedient? Do you not take my words as the leader seriously?"
Yun Jie didn't dare to argue, so he whispered.
"I did something wrong, and I am willing to be punished. The top priority right now is to find Senior Sister Sang Chun as soon as possible."
Taoist Master Nanke ordered everyone in the door to look for Sang Chun, and at the same time ordered someone to call He Weisheng over.
The result was nothing.
Not only was Sang Chun unable to be found, but He Weisheng was also missing.
Shen Wenqu did not go to the back mountain to practice sword practice as usual today.
He took the broken Wuwu Sword and headed to Tai Chi Pond.
The Tai Chi Pond is shaped like a Tai Chi pattern and is divided into two pools on the left and right. The left pool is filled with rolling hot magma, while the right pool is filled with deep icy water braving the cold air.
This place seems peaceful, but once ordinary monks get close to this place, the high temperature and cold air emanating from the Tai Chi Pond will invade their bodies, causing spiritual energy disorder at the least, and death at worst.
Generally no one dares to approach this place.
But this is also an excellent place for forging spirit swords.
The Wu Nian Sword and Wu Wan Sword were both tempered here.
If Shen Wenqu wanted to repair the Wuwu Sword, he could only repeat the process of tempering it.
He took out the bluestone and ten thousand years of black iron needed to forge the Wuwu Sword, used his spiritual power to polish them into the shape of the sword embryo, and then put the Wuwu Sword and them into the Tai Chi Pond, and then repeated it over and over again. Tempered.
The process was long and boring, but he couldn't relax at all because he had to control the time accurately.
At the same time, he had to endure the scorching heat and cold air emanating from the Tai Chi Pond.
Shen Wenqu never showed the slightest hint of impatience.
He knew that Sang Chun had lied to him before, and he also knew that she had had emotional entanglements with other men.
He had felt resentful and jealous about this, and even thought about killing her with a sword.
But in the Qingxia Secret Realm, he saw with his own eyes that she was swallowed by Taotie. He thought that she died in that huge and terrifying thunder disaster.
At that moment, it was as if his heart was suddenly ripped away with a knife.
There was only a hollow space left in the chest.
Even if he later learned that Sang Chun was not dead, he could not forget the despair and pain he felt at that time.
He didn't want to go through that pain again.
So he had to do everything possible to keep Sang Chun by his side.
He didn't care if she had affairs with other men before, or if she was lying.
As long as she is still alive and well, it is fine if she is still by his side.
Anyway, he still has a long life, and he will try his best to make her fall in love with him.
When he returned to Yujian Peak with the Wuwu Sword that he had finally repaired, he saw Zhao Shu wandering around like a headless fly.
Zhao Shu thought that Shen Wenqu was practicing swordplay in the back mountain as usual, but he missed it. He could not find Shen Wenqu in the back mountain.
He didn't know where Shen Wenqu had gone, and was anxious.
It wasn't until the sun set and it was dark that Zhao Shu saw Shen Wenqu coming back and hurriedly went to greet him.
"Sword Master, something happened to Junior Sister Sang Chun!"
Shen Wenqu's eyes turned cold Shu was frightened by the suddenly fierce aura around him and took a step back. He quickly recounted the incident and finally said.
"Now everyone in the sect is looking for Junior Sister Sang Chun, but they have never been able to find her."
Shen Wenqu summoned the flying sword and flew straight towards Tianji Peak.
He met the cloud steps at the bottom of the cliff.
As soon as Yun Jie saw him, he hurriedly said: "There is no trace of Senior Sister Sang Chun here."
Shen Wenqu released his spiritual consciousness and searched the entire bottom of the cliff. There was indeed no scent of Sang Chun.
She shouldn't have been here.
In other words, Sang Chun most likely did not die, she just left temporarily.
Yun Jie was worried and kept mumbling.
"What should I do? Where has Senior Sister Sang Chun gone? Will she never come back again?"
Shen Wenqu said coldly: "She will come back.
Her spiritual roots still need the help of Taoist Nanke to repair. Unless she completely gives up practicing, there is no way she will not come back.
Yunjie thought of what Sang Chun had said, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Uncle Shen, do you really like Senior Sister Sang Chun?"
Shen Wenqu looked at him coldly: "What do you mean?"
Yun Jie pursed his lower lip. If it had been in the past, he would have never dared to say such words to Master Shen, whom he admired most. But after experiencing the incident in the Heavenly Palace, he suddenly realized that Master Shen might not be as perfect as he imagined. .
At least, Senior Uncle Shen did not have a completely clear conscience regarding his treatment of Senior Sister Sang Chun.
Yun Jie said quietly.
"Sister Sang Chun, you have never taught her how to practice since she became your disciple. She has done many things for you, but you have never taken it to heart. You even married her for other reasons. You, you simply I don’t really like Senior Sister Sang Chun!”
After saying these words in one breath, he subconsciously held his breath and lowered his head, waiting for Master Shen to get angry.
However, after waiting for a long time, the expected anger was not received.
He raised his head cautiously, only to see Master Shen standing there quietly, with no trace of anger on his face.
Shen Wenqu was thinking carefully about what Yun Jie said.
After a long time, he said thoughtfully: "Do you still need someone to teach you in cultivation?"
These words immediately confused Yun Jie.
He thought that Master Shen was joking, but looking at Master Shen's look, it was obvious that he believed from the bottom of his heart that cultivation did not require teaching from others.
Yun Jie couldn't help but ask: "If you don't need other people's teachings to practice, then why do you need to become a disciple?"
Shen Wenqu said seriously: "Master has never taught me how to practice since I became a disciple."
Yunjie was stunned.
Shen Wenqu continued: "Master said that everyone has his or her own way. He asked me to practice according to my own way. If others interfere rashly, it may be superfluous."
Having said that, Yunjie still felt it was inappropriate.
"There are many difficulties on the path of cultivation. If a master is there to guide you, you can avoid many detours."
Shen Wenqu said: "The so-called cultivation is not only about cultivating the Tao, but also about cultivating the mind. The difficulties encountered on the way of cultivation are all necessary processes for cultivating the mind. If you can't survive even these difficulties, it will be nothing more than ascending to immortality. wishful thinking."
Yunjie was almost convinced.
He argued with difficulty: "But what if something goes wrong in my apprentice's cultivation? As a master, can you just ignore it?"
Shen Wenqu was still indifferent: "If something goes wrong with her, she will come to ask me, and I will find a way to help her solve it. Since she has never come to me, it means that her cultivation is going well, and there is no need for me to disturb her cultivation. ?”
(End of this chapter)