Travel through the heavens

Chapter 175 Changing Fate Against Heaven

Ye Ruoyi walked forward leisurely, seemingly unafraid of the gushing sword energy. She put her fingers together to form a sword, performed sword techniques, and appeared in front of Lei Wujie. Then she stabbed the sword finger in front of the Tingyu Sword.

When Lei Wujie saw the person he loved appear, he was stunned. He didn't know what to say or what to do.

Ye Ruoyi suddenly took a step forward, and her sword finger lightly swept across the body of the Tingyu Sword. The surging sword energy seemed to calm down for a moment.

Ye Ruoyi turned around and stood beside Lei Wujie, saying softly: "You have a good sword. Come with me."

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, but it had a magical power that was almost like an order. Lei Wujie just murmured and nodded in response: "Yes."

Ye Ruoyi smiled, and gently placed her sword finger on Lei Wujie's sword-holding wrist, then gently waved his hand, slightly lifting up the sea of ​​flowers.

As the two of them danced with the Tingyu Sword together, in just a moment, the murderous sword energy suddenly became gentle and warm. Although the sword energy was still as strong as a tide, it no longer had any murderous intent.

At this time, Ye Ruoyi took a step back, flicked her sleeves, and her long sleeves rolled, and she actually started dancing on the spot.

Lei Wujie had almost no hesitation and followed Ye Ruoyi's movements with sword in hand.

Flowers were flying everywhere, Lei Wujie's red clothes were fluttering, and he was dancing lightly with a beautiful sword in hand. Next to him was a peerless beauty who was so beautiful that she could overwhelm the whole city, with her long sleeves fluttering and her steps graceful.

In everyone's mind, there are only four words at this moment: peerless beauty.

Fang Muye smiled and said, "This sword dance is as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and it is unparalleled in elegance. This young man and girl are a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Brother Changfeng, what do you think?"

Sikong Changfeng thought for a moment, then nodded: "I think what Brother Fang said is very true."

Fang Muye laughed loudly: "How can there be no joy in such a peerless sword dance?"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiao Se, dressed in a blue shirt, sitting at a desk, gently stroking the strings of a zither.

His face was as calm as water, but the sound of the piano contained rich emotions and was perfectly combined with the sword dance of the two people in the courtyard, as if the song was written just for this sword dance.

Xiao Se played the piano, Ye Ruoyi danced with her long sleeves, Lei Wujie danced with his sword to help, and Tang Lian, who was standing aside, suddenly felt a little annoyed, as if she was being pulled out, but the excitement in her heart had been aroused.

He leaped onto the flower stand, his black clothes fluttering in the wind, and sang loudly.

"I want to ride the wind to the north, the snow falls on Xuanyuan as big as a mat.

I want to borrow a boat to travel eastward, and see the graceful fairy standing against the wind.

I want to ride on the clouds for thousands of miles, what can the dragon's roar in the temple do to me?

The peak of Kunlun Mountain is bathed in sunlight, and green mountains can be seen in the vast ocean.

The swallows return home after the wind has blown thousands of miles away, and people will never come back until they reach the end of the world!"

Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Tang Lian has always been known for being calm and cautious in the sect, and it is rare for her to be so arrogant. But at this moment, Tang Lian makes people feel more like my senior brother's disciple."

The wine immortal Baili Dongjun was known for his arrogance and unrestrainedness when he was young.

Fang Muye stood up, leaned against the railing, and looked downstairs with interest: "Brother Changfeng, I'm afraid that in the future, the Hundred Flowers Festival will never be so elegant again."

After a while, the song ended and the sword dance also stopped.

Xiao Se took his hands off the strings, Ye Ruoyi put away his long sleeves, and Lei Wujie swung his sword heavily. All the petals flew up to the sky and poured down like flowers scattered by a fairy, creating a rain of colorful flowers.

As the flowers rained down, Lei Wujie raised his head, a little shy between his brows. He looked at Ye Ruoyi, hesitated for a moment and said softly: "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Sikong Changfeng chuckled and said, "It's a waste of the sword of the Wujie Sword Immortal. It's absolutely beautiful and moving. It made a very imposing opening, but this opening wasted such a good sword dance."

Fang Muye, however, had a gratified smile on his face: "Although he is a little rotten, he is also sincere. This is who he is, Lei Wujie, and this is why I accepted him as my apprentice."

Ye Ruoyi smiled slightly and tucked her hair: "Yes, we meet again."

The atmosphere was a little awkward at this time, but Lei Wujie's next words made the situation extremely awkward. He seemed to suddenly remember something and asked abruptly, "By the way, Miss Ruoyi, are you sick?"

Sikong Changfeng immediately laughed: "Indeed, it is sincere."

Fang Muye's smile froze on his face. He could only shake his head helplessly and sigh.

Xiao Se was so angry that he couldn't bear to look directly at it, and cursed in a low voice: "This is really a jerk to the extreme."

Tang Lian also sighed quietly: "Although I don't quite understand what's going on, I know that Wu Jie is really hopeless."

Even Ye Ruoyi didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Lei Wujie was unaware and continued, "I heard from my senior brother that Miss Ruoyi came to Xueyue City to recuperate, but after many years of recuperation, your health has not improved. But don't worry, my master is a skilled doctor and will definitely be able to cure your illness."

He raised his head and looked up at the pavilion, his smile full of vigor, and called out loudly, "Master."

Fang Muye smiled and floated down from the pavilion. Sikong Changfeng followed him down. Tang Lian and several other young people immediately greeted them.

Lei Wujie said with a smile: "Master, this is Miss Ye Ruoyi. She has a serious illness and has not been cured for many years. I would like to ask you to treat her."

Fang Muye nodded: "Okay."

Sikong Changfeng laughed loudly and said, "Brother Fang is willing to help. There is hope that Miss Ye's health will improve."

Ye Ruoyi knew her own body symptoms very well. She was born with a defect that could not be cured by human power. But when she heard Sikong Changfeng's praise for Fang Muye, she couldn't help but become curious. She bowed to Fang Muye and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you, Senior Fang."

Because there were many people at the Hundred Flowers Festival, everyone moved to Sikong Changfeng's Changfeng Palace.

Fang Muye withdrew his fingers from Ye Ruoyi's wrist and frowned slightly.

If something is damaged, you can find a way to repair it, but if something never existed in the first place, how can you create it out of thin air?

This is an act against heaven.

Although Fang Muye's practice is to do things that go against the will of heaven, at his current level, he is not yet able to create something out of nothing and put things to good use. This probably requires at least the level of a celestial being to do this.

Everyone noticed Fang Muye's expression and naturally understood the meaning.

Lei Wujie asked anxiously, "Master, can Miss Ruoyi's illness be cured?"

Fang Muye said slowly: "If it is just an illness, I can cure it, but Miss Ye's heart meridian is incomplete. Even I can't recreate it. But I can pass on a strand of true energy to Miss Ye. This strand of true energy will protect her heart meridian. As long as she doesn't suffer extremely serious internal injuries, she will be no different from an ordinary person in the future."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately felt relieved.