Chapter 160 Excessive
"Oh, this is really inhumane! I spent so much time preparing for the housewarming party, but I can't attend it myself. This is too much!"
In order to speed up the process and resolve the problem as soon as possible, Taoist Qingyan came personally to help her.
I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her chattering while she was working.
"Today we are all family, no outsiders. We are just looking for an excuse to get together. No one will blame you for not entertaining us well. Besides, your master and three fellow apprentices are here!"
Wei Wenxin glanced at him, lowered her head and continued to complain: "I have always regarded money as dirt, so I am not curious about what housewarming gifts everyone gave me."
So that’s what you were thinking about!
Taoist Qingyan laughed!
"Isn't this easy? I'll have someone send the gift list to you later and you can take a look at it. Anyway, the gifts have been given to you at Lingsi Peak, so it doesn't matter if you take them home to look at them."
Wei Wenxin naturally knew these things!
She was just curious and felt itchy.
Many of his peers have already established their own factions. Wei Wenxin had given gifts to others when he received invitations before, so he was naturally curious about what he would receive now.
Taoist Qingyan put down the spiritual materials he had processed and gently advised: "In this case, hurry up and finish the work as soon as possible. Maybe you can catch up."
Wei Wenxin looked at the big table between the two of them and sighed.
There are more than a dozen baskets on the table, and each basket contains spiritual materials processed by the master.
The uncle-master didn't understand her stuff, so he could only do this much, and the rest of the work was hers.
Sometimes she even suspected that the reason her uncle came to help her was just to keep an eye on her work and prevent her from slacking off.
Oh, and by the way, comfort her, accompany her, and relieve her psychological pressure.
It's quite thoughtful.
The residual soul extractor is very complicated to refine, as it contains many sophisticated components, and it will take her at least half a month to refine it.
The banquet only lasts for seven days at most, how could she make it in time?
As expected, after the excitement in the sect, peace soon returned to normal.
The young disciples finally had the opportunity to visit the eldest sister's cave, and they were all extremely excited.
When we arrived at Lingsi Peak, we found that there was only one bamboo spirit running around on such a huge peak. We finally saw a few servants and after a conversation we found out that the stingy senior sister had only hired them for half a month in order to prepare for the housewarming party. These servants would return to Lianhua Peak after finishing their work and would not stay to work.
The Lingzhu puppets are not as meticulous in their work as the cultivators, and there are many details that are not done well.
Seeing that the spiritual plants in the field had matured, they spontaneously organized themselves to help her harvest them.
Wei Wenxin was deeply moved when he heard this, but he couldn't spare the time, so he could only note it down and report back later.
After much haste and replacing several groups of helpers, she finally succeeded in making those residual soul extractors.
Because of the different materials used, the effectiveness of this batch of magic weapons is much different.
After the experiment, it was found that one could only see a piece of memory, but could not communicate with it.
Fortunately, the immortal sword ancestors were not demanding. After she finished refining them, they each took one and returned to the sword tomb obediently.
Seeing that they were impatient, Wei Wenxin hurriedly chased after them with a jade box containing photos.
When they arrived at the sword tomb, all the immortal swords were very excited, but Wei Wenxin was very calm and gave reminders.
"My fellow ancestors, we have now used up all the soul-nourishing trees that we planted artificially. To prevent mistakes, if we are not in a hurry, I suggest that we do it one by one."
This made sense and was also for everyone's consideration, so the immortal swords were very obedient and agreed immediately.
"You know the formation patterns in your bodies better than I do. You can use this residual soul extractor by yourselves. As for the use of the image jade, you need to grasp the timing. Why don't I help you?"
It's inevitable that the master's emotions will fluctuate after not seeing him for a long time. It would be a shame to miss the opportunity to use the photo jade, so everyone agreed.
Meng Xiaoling had been helping her out these past two days, and now she followed along. Seeing that they were about to begin, she immediately suggested, "Why not notify the others to come and watch together?"
After all, many direct descendants of the owners of these immortal swords are still alive and have not ascended to heaven.
Not only do their natal swords miss them, but these younger generations do too!
"Wait, I have to prepare more photo jade. Otherwise, everyone will want it, but it's not easy to make a copy."
Classics and the like are static, so it is easy to copy them. These are dynamic and make sounds, so it is not easy to copy them. It would be better to refine more image-recording jades and let them use them themselves.
The immortal sword ancestors had lived for who knows how many years and didn’t care about the waiting time, so they ordered Meng Xiaoling to notify them.
Wei Wenxin found a secluded corner, set up an isolation array, and started to work.
After two days, all those who wanted to come arrived.
Uncle Qingyu brought people to set up the venue. Just outside the sword tomb, they built a large lotus platform. Around the lotus platform, they built three levels of lotus leaf-shaped stands of different heights and laid mats on them.
When everyone arrived, they each chose a lotus leaf, put down their cushions and sat down.
The first flying sword leaped onto the lotus platform. Wei Wenxin sat on the lotus leaf facing the stands, holding the photo-taking jade, ready to take photos at any time.
I heard a noise not far away.
Turning his head, he saw that the old ancestor Jingci was wearing a brand new robe, and her hair, which was usually loose, was carefully tied up. She walked over with a cane, taking one step and resting three steps. Wei Wenxin blinked desperately, but tears still rolled down her cheeks.
Ancestor Jingci was already on the verge of exhaustion. He had already collapsed during the housewarming party, but knowing what Wei Wenxin was doing, he became excited and managed to hold on for another half a month.
Finally, let him wait.
Wei Wenxin rushed over and carried him on his back, step by step, very steadily.
He stepped on the void and walked steadily to the lotus leaf in the center, then gently placed the old ancestor on the cushion.
Then she took out a cushion, sat beside him, tilted her head, and explained to him in a low voice what she was going to do next.
Patriarch Jingci nodded with a smile.
This morning, he could no longer see.
But his consciousness has not yet dried up...
Wei Wenxin didn't know this.
Seeing him sit down safely, he immediately sent a message to the immortal sword on the lotus platform, asking him to start.
There are more than a thousand immortal swords that still have spirituality. When each one of them comes onto the stage, the light curtain above the lotus platform will show words according to its wishes.
This is a light screen borrowed from the auction house, which allows everyone to know who its owner is, what his name is, and what contributions he has made to the sect.
The Immortal Sword ancestors had no faces and no expressions, but everyone could feel their excitement.
At some point, countless figures flying swords appeared on the surrounding hillsides, in the woods, and even in the sky.
The older ones led the younger ones, and the younger ones hugged the younger ones, and they watched the light curtain that appeared in the center in silence.
Past memories appeared suddenly, but the sword practitioners were honest in their deeds, and there was nothing dirty in the memories of these predecessors who had devoted themselves to the sect until the end of their lives.
Everything that appeared on the light curtain left a deep impression on them.
Sect history has always been the most hated course for the disciples of the Wanjian Sect.
The outer disciples of Lotus Peak especially hate it.
Because there are thousands of books in it, and there are exams every once in a while, and if you don't do well in the exam, you will be fined a monthly salary.
Even so, it might take thousands of years for the sect to find someone who can recite it by heart.
Things that used to exist on paper now appear directly before everyone’s eyes.
That felt very different.
Although it is not coherent enough and is just a fragmented memory, what is revealed in it is moving.
There was a lot of crying at the scene, everyone was trying to suppress themselves but couldn't control themselves.
Until the last immortal sword descended from the lotus platform.
Patriarch Jingci stood up tremblingly and motioned to Wei Wenxin to send him up.
Wei Wenxin wanted to carry him up, but he refused.
Being in public, he wanted to act more presentably.
Wei Wenxin had no choice but to support him with his spiritual consciousness and placed him steadily in the middle of the lotus platform.
"When I leave, please leave some thoughts for my Potian."
He held a sharp sword on his knees, and it was obvious that he was taking good care of it all the time.
"Old buddy, you've been wronged by following me. For so many years, you've never unsheathed your sword. I'll be satisfied if we can have a chance to say goodbye properly."
After saying this, his entire body turned into fine sand, forming a small pile on the lotus platform.
The gorgeous robe lost its luster in an instant, and the hair crown fell to the ground with a crisp "dang" sound, rolled to the edge of the lotus platform, was blocked by the petals, and rolled back.
The immortal sword named Potian is pitch black and has remained silent.
It hovered above the lotus platform for a long time, as if it could not accept the reality that its master had left.
Finally, it flew up and slashed a fierce sword at the sky.
The pitch-black sword light tore through the sky, carrying with it endless sadness.
Wei Wenxin was deeply saddened and fell on the lotus leaf, crying bitterly.
This was something that the fellow disciples had never seen before.
No longer rational, no longer decisive, no longer calm and indifferent.
She is also a human being, she also has people she cares about, and she will be reluctant to leave.
Oh, I am so sad when writing this. Every time I write this kind of plot, I can't help crying while writing. I will go to eat a bowl of rice first and then come back to write. My heart hurts.
(End of this chapter)
