The lustrous white sword bone was cool to the touch. Holding it in his hand was like holding a fine piece of jade.

However, as the mystical aura in the room was sucked away by the talisman, the delicate outline of the small sword in the sword bone quietly dimmed. The impurities came back and covered the small sword.

Xie Ziyou held the sword bone in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He bent his finger and flicked it a few times.

… … Solid, smooth, thin and slender. It was a bone with a strong spirit.

Other than that, there was nothing special about it.

Bored to death, Xie Ziyou casually tossed the bone into the air and caught it firmly in his palm.

He put the bone to his nose. His small nose twitched slightly, but he could not smell anything special.

Xie Ziyou resisted the urge to stuff the bone between his teeth and take a bite. He complained to the System, "How do I use this thing? Can Xie Heng hear what I'm saying?"

The System hesitated, "… … Maybe?"

Xie Ziyou raised the sword bone to his ear, pressed it against his cheek, and called out in a low voice, "Hello, hello, Xie Heng?"

No one answered.

There was a Forbidden Xuan Talisman in the room.

The System said, "You, can you speak a little louder?"

Xie Ziyou bit his lip, steeled his heart, and raised his voice: "Xie Heng, come quickly!

Someone wants to harm me, come quickly and save — — "

He shouted the first few words clearly, but his voice gradually became lower. The words "save me" were spinning in his mouth, but he could not say it out loud.

The young man's face was slightly red. He stuttered for a moment and said vaguely, "Save, save … …"

The System, "… … Pfft."

Xie Ziyou's face was red. He held the bone in his palm and stared at the System, "What are you laughing at?!

You're still in the mood to laugh at a time like this? "

He held the spirit bone and rubbed it for a while. He shrank to a corner where no one was around and stared at the System to tell it not to listen. He turned sideways and lowered his head, muttering a lot of things to the bone. The expression on his slightly red cheeks changed. He raised his chin proudly for a while, then lowered his eyebrows in distress for a while.

The spirit bone did not change at all. Even the outline of the small sword inside became slightly dimmer.

Xie Ziyou's slender eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Would this thing really work?

He bent his slender fingers and tapped on the bone a few more times. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. As if he had discovered a new continent, he turned his head in amazement and shouted to the System, "Quick, quick, come and touch it. See if this bone is getting hot?"

"… You, is it because your palms are warm?"

Xie Ziyou: "…"

The young man was greatly disappointed. He threw the bone back onto the bamboo pillow and slumped down on the soft couch. After a moment of sluggishness, he struggled to turn over and raised his head to look at the vermilion beam.

What synaesthesia? That was nonsense.

Xie Heng, that bastard, had always been unreliable. He should have expected this!

"You, don't be discouraged."

The System landed on the curtain beside Xie Ziyou and comforted her softly, "Maybe we just haven't found a way to use it yet.

This Spirit Bone Telepathy … perhaps relies on telepathy? "

Xie Ziyou stared blankly for a moment before he rolled over and stood up.

"You mean … meditation?"

…

In the Xuanling Sect, the night was intoxicating. Xie Ziyou, who had been begged by Xie Heng, was lying quietly on the bed. His breathing was even and long.

The bedding was kicked to the side, revealing the boy's slender and strong legs. The moonlight shone on his wrists and ankles, climbing onto his beautiful wheat-colored skin.

However, Xie Heng was still frowning in his sleep. He tossed and turned uneasily.

Based on his past experience, it was easiest for him to sense the Spirit Bone Telepathy between dawn and dusk.

Although it was against his wishes and was passively triggered, Xie Heng had to admit that habits were scary things. They were like drugs or wine, addictive.

The feeling of quietly accompanying Xie Ziyou was even more so. Every time he caught a glimpse of Xie Ziyou's handsome face from Sword Bone's point of view, it was as if a trickle of water was flowing from the bottom of his heart, like the spring wind and rain, silently moistening everything.

It was reassuring.

However, ever since the two of them got separated in the arcane realm, Xie Heng had not triggered the Spirit Bone Telepathy.

He was worried about Xie Ziyou's safety. He thought that since the incident in the arcane realm had gradually faded from the world's view, and the young cultivators had all returned to their own homes, he should be able to contact Xie Ziyou again.

However, as Hsieh Heng-ching sat on the bluestone, the Spirit Bone Telepathy did not come even when the sky was full of sunlight, the moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and the birds were all asleep.

Xie Heng instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He tossed and turned on the bed. Before he stepped into dreamland, the boy's last thought was: I can't delay the trip to Chea Prefecture any longer. I'll inform my father and senior brothers and sisters tomorrow, and then I'll leave immediately …

Xie Heng closed his eyes and had a creepy dream.

In the dream, there was a large expanse of dark fog. Strange creatures floated by without a trace, but their pressure was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on Xie Heng.

Black crows flapped their wings and flew over his head with dry and hoarse voices. They never looked back.

Panic shrouded him, as if there was an invisible hand tightly clutching his soft heart. Xie Heng stumbled and ran, but he could never get out of the fog.

However, he always heard a faint sobbing sound in the dark. The clear voice was full of fear, and it shouted intermittently, "Save me, Xie Heng, save me!"

The voice was very familiar.

Xie Heng looked around blankly.

In the dream, his thinking was slow, and his vision seemed to be covered by a layer of white fog. However, the boy did not give up and racked his brain to think.

He always felt that the voice belonged to a very important person, more important than his own life. If he ignored it, he would definitely regret it.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Xie Heng's mind. Like a thunderbolt cutting through the thick clouds in the sky, a majestic white light struck down.

It's Xie Ziyou!

The moment this name appeared, Xie Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank.

He woke up in fright.

The boy suddenly turned over and got up from the bed, gasping for breath and covering his chest. Only then did he realize that he had broken out in a cold sweat. The window next to him was not closed, and the night wind whistled in. The slightly damp inner clothes were blown by the cold wind, and it was as cold as ice.

He painfully hugged his head and pressed his temples with both hands, trying to relieve the pain in his scalp.

Fortunately, the pain came quickly and left even faster. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Xie Heng gasped for breath, bewildered.

… Was it a nightmare?

In the dark night, dark clouds suddenly floated by, blocking the stars and the moon, and cast a silent shadow on the window.

The shadow also fell on the side of Xie Heng's face, spreading over his deep eye sockets, slightly sharp eyebrows, and straight nose.

The boy's brows were tightly knitted together. After thinking for a moment, he decisively got up.

He grabbed a dark embroidered robe from the side and draped it over his body carelessly. He stuck his feet into his leather boots and picked up a long sword from the corner of the wall. His hair fluttered as he ran straight out the door.

Rather than a dream, Xie Heng believed that it was a mysterious intuition, a hint of telepathy in the unseen world.

He did not suspect the Seven Apertures.

First, according to common sense, the change of physical aptitude was not something that could be done in a day. It should be a long-term effort. Second, he knew that Xie Ziyou did not integrate the Sword Bone into his body. The talk of Hsieh and his wife being the Human Cauldron was just a pipe dream.

Xie Heng was worried about the arcane realm.

Did those snow-white flowers and the seven-colored treacherous river cause an unknown effect on Xie Ziyou?

— He could not wait a moment longer. He had to see You immediately.

If he thought too much, at most he would make a mistake.

But what if You was really in danger?

Xie Heng did not dare to take the risk.

Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, when it came to Xie Ziyou, it was enough to make him tremble with fear.

…

The road down the mountain was dark and winding, rugged and uneven. The shadows of trees swayed on both sides of the road, and the wide leaves and branches overlapped each other, covering the sky and the sun.

Xie Heng's mind was restless. He stumbled and stepped into potholes several times, almost falling down.

But after turning a corner, the vast ancient trees pulled back like a curtain. Xie Heng glanced in Yuguang and saw a stone house standing quietly in the depths of the forest beside a cliff.

The house was brightly lit by candles, and there were many shadows. There was even someone squatting on the red tiles of the roof, prying up the tiles and looking into the house.

The flickering candlelight vaguely reflected the pretty face of Xiuya on the roof.

Looking from afar, Xie Heng hesitated and said, "Seventh … Senior Sister?"

The figure suddenly turned her head, and a cold light flashed in her hand. It was a long sword.

The sky was dark. The Seven Sisters narrowed their eyes and looked around for a long time. Surprised, they said, "Little Junior Brother?"

Her voice was cold, but her face was flustered. She anxiously carried the long sword behind her back, stepped on the tiles, and shouted into the house, "Little Junior Brother is here!"

"Little Junior Brother?"

"Little Junior Brother is here!"

"Quick, bring Little Junior Brother in. He's the person involved. Let him see our plan!"

"Wait, give me the brush. This place hasn't been modified yet. Add a dragon and phoenix carriage here!"

"Nonsense. Where am I going to find a dragon and phoenix for you?"

The house was suddenly noisy. Shadows swayed, and tables and chairs were dragged, making ear-piercing creaking sounds.

The door of the stone house was suddenly knocked open, and several people swarmed out, rushing straight to Xie Heng.

They were his newly recognized senior brothers and sisters.

"What a coincidence." Xie Heng thought that he could tell his senior brothers and sisters that he was going out. It would save him a lot of time to go to Xie Tianwang.

But he didn't have time to say anything. Fourth Senior Sister was graceful and walked like a snake. As soon as she came up, she tightly held Xie Heng's arm and said with a smile, "Little Junior Brother, it's so late. Why aren't you sleeping? Are you worried about the wedding?"

"Don't worry. Your senior brothers and sisters have arranged it for you. I guarantee you the most gorgeous, spectacular, and powerful wedding!"

Xie Heng: "???"

Before he could say, "I'm going out to save someone," he choked.

The teenager choked on his own saliva and covered his mouth to cough. His handsome eyes were wide open. He coughed and said in disbelief, "What?

Snatch and marry? "

"That's right!"

Third Senior Brother waved his folding fan and walked out leisurely. Shi Shiran walked to Xie Heng and elegantly handed him a drawing under the teenager's astonished gaze.

The drawing was huge and seemed to be made up of several pieces of rice paper. There were messy patterns drawn on it, and six or seven kinds of handwriting were mixed together. Xie Heng looked at it in confusion for a long time, but he couldn't recognize any of the descriptions.

"You can't understand it?" Third Senior Brother curled his lips. "I said the second brother's handwriting was too ugly!

It's okay. Little Junior Brother, come here. I'll explain it to you slowly. "

"In the center is a carriage made of pure gold, and around it is a spiritual array made of Fire Crystals. It's as if the sun is rising and shining."

"A mirror will be hung on the window. Eldest Senior Brother will be in charge of dealing with the weather on that day. Whether it's rainy or cold, he will split the clouds with his Sword of Extreme Yang to ensure that the sun will shine on the mirror and the crystals without any obstruction."

"When you appear, ninety-nine salutes will be fired. Fifth Junior Sister will be in charge of this. She has studied the art of mechanisms for several years and has already improved the firecrackers used by the people. I guarantee that you will step on the colorful divine light and command the wind and the clouds."

"Fourth Junior Sister is good at music. Let her play a happy song for you. She will enter the Dao with music and seduce the heartstrings. Your sweetheart will be overjoyed."

"Sixth Junior Brother will hide in the carriage and scatter the petals outside.

In order to build momentum for you, he has already picked all the spiritual flowers in his private garden. These petals are nourished by Qi and will bloom for several months without withering. It's the same if you scatter the petals … "

Third Senior Brother pointed at the drawing and talked like a river. He looked more and more intoxicated, almost immersed in the picture in his mind.

Xie Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Finally, when he saw that Third Senior Brother was panting, he interrupted, "No, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, who told you that I want to kidnap the bride?"

Everyone turned their heads and pointed.

They pointed to a figure outside the stone house who was leaning against the wall and trying to sneak away.

Everyone's eyes met, like a kilowatt searchlight, shining brightly on Pei Yunyin's embarrassed expression.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, the young man raised his head helplessly. He squeezed out a bitter smile at Xie Heng and waved his hand.

"… Hey."