Beautiful senior sister, peaceful cultivation world

Chapter 9: Immortal Sword Ancestor
"I think Master is getting more and more irritable, what do you think?"

Wei Wenxin crawled out of the haystack, pulled out his natal sword that was stuck upside down on the ground, and while complaining, he performed a Cleansing Dust Technique on himself.

Yang Xingchen was soundly asleep. His master had controlled the strength very well when he threw him. Now he landed lightly on the thick straw mat, not knowing what had just happened.

Wei Wenxin wasn't talking to him.

The natal sword trembled angrily and made a buzzing sound.

The master just threw away his two disciples and then threw it away as well. This is too disrespectful to the sword!

It's only a few dozen miles, it can fly on its own!
One day...

"Although Master likes to throw people around for fun, which is not good, but if Master throws us, we can only accept it. Don't have such dangerous thoughts."

The natal sword started a fire again, and it almost burned the grass.

While putting out the fire, Wei Wenxin reasoned with it: "This is called filial piety, which is different from being a coward."

The natal sword spirit was just born, just like a child, and did not understand these principles. It was so angry that it went straight back into its dantian and ignored her.

Wei Wenxin had no choice but to walk a little further inside with his junior fellow apprentice, set up a protective shield for him, and then found an open space to sit down.

This is the place where the predecessors who were unable to ascend to heaven sat in meditation, and it is also the place where their natal spirit swords are placed.

After a cultivator dies, his body disintegrates and his spiritual energy dissipates, bringing blessings to all directions. Therefore, there is no tomb here, only various swords. It is not gloomy, on the contrary, it is a good place with birds singing, flowers blooming, and abundant spiritual energy.

Most of these natal swords, which had once followed their masters in killing people everywhere and were famous for their power, were inserted diagonally on the rows of lotus pedestals, their spiritual consciousness obliterated, like their masters' tombstones.

But some of them are still bright and shining, while others have become dim, and some are even broken or cracked.

Only a small number of them are of high quality. Before their masters died, they fought desperately to cancel the contracts, and then they were transformed into immortal swords for weapon repair. After a long time, they are even more ferocious than before.

They have retained their past memories and clear minds, and are reluctant to leave their master's sect, so they have stayed here to practice on their own, and have made the lotus platform where their master passed away their home.

During the day, they like to roam around the sect.

In the early morning, on the big square at the mountain gate, the disciples practiced sword skills in an orderly manner. If there were any who made mistakes after being taught countless times, the immortal sword masters would definitely catch them out and give them a good beating.

That's a disappointment.

Where there are many people, there are countless gossips, and there are also those immortal swords who like to eat melons and like to hang under other people's eaves...

At night, they will return to their respective lotus platforms and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

Originally weapons of killing, and having lost their masters who had accompanied them for countless years, most of these immortal sword ancestors have strange tempers and will resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.

It's like this outside, let alone in the sword tomb.

Someone came uninvited and was in a bad mood, so I beat him up.

If someone is fighting and runs here to fight, I'll beat them up if I'm not happy with it.

Someone sneaked in to steal the spiritual medicine and spiritual materials. This is terrible. This is robbing their owner's tomb! We must beat them up again.

When embarking on the path of cultivation, everyone wants to live forever.

The ascension channel to the Qinghuan Realm is unobstructed. Only those with a damaged foundation or insufficient talent will die here.

Most cultivators consider this place to be ominous and generally do not come here.

The supreme elders have to save face and would not beat her in private. Wei Wenxin is hiding here. With her body comparable to that of a physical cultivator, even if she reaches the state of spiritual transformation, without being able to use her spiritual power, it is hard to say who will win if they really swing their fists.

The master really loves her and considers her in every way.

Wei Wenxin was stunned for a while, then remembered something and hurriedly sent a sound transmission note to his master.

The sound transmission note was sent out, but there was no response for a long time. Most likely, the situation at the Law Enforcement Hall was a bit tense.

The Wanjian Sect is a fierce sect. When negotiations fail, they have to fight a few times, and whoever wins will have the final say.

Wei Wenxin sighed and looked around.

I haven't been here for a long time, and the sword tomb hasn't changed much.

The first time she got lost here, she was less than three years old, so cute and adorable, and still a mortal who had not formally practiced cultivation. The immortal swords did not make things difficult for her when they saw her.

When she was a child, she didn’t understand what this place was, but she was so happy to see so many swords stuck there!

Didn’t they say that she was still young and couldn’t touch the sword?
She's going to touch it!

He would touch here and look there, and if he came across a broken sword, he would patiently put them together.

That style of painting is completely different from those sword cultivators who are always fighting and killing.

Most of the disciples who were selected into the sect through normal channels were dissatisfied with talented people like her.

She was bullied a lot when she was young, and when she grew up, she started to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction.

In short, Wei's girlhood was very eventful.

Almost no one came here, and it was close to the Snow Peak. Whenever she was wronged or got into trouble, she liked to hide here. When she learned how to refine weapons, she would try to repair those "dead" swords when she was bored.

The first impression was already very good, and over time, more and more sword spirits were willing to talk to her.

The natal sword grows together with its master and can become an immortal sword. The master is basically a Mahayana monk who was unable to ascend to heaven for various reasons.

The life span of a Mahayana cultivator is over ten thousand years. Even if the intelligence of these immortal swords was born later, they can still live much longer than Wei Wenxin.

In addition, the species are different. Many times, what seems very extraordinary to Wei Wenxin may be just that in the eyes of the immortal sword ancestors!
She had not sat there for long when a magic sword came whizzing over.

Wei Wenxin was still waiting for them to ask her why she was unhappy, but they circled around Yang Xingchen and started a lively discussion.

The sword has no mouth, so it can only transmit sound. However, Wei Wenxin was treated as one of their own by them. As long as they transmitted sound without guarding against her, she could hear it.

[I always feel like there's something wrong! ]

[This person is so big that the quilt can't cover his legs. ]

[No, the quilt is too small, so it can't cover his legs. ]

[The person is too big! ]

[The quilt is too small! ]

Wei Wen was upset and didn't want to hear them quarreling over such trivial matters, so he spoke very loudly:
"I dug down the cliff today! I'm going to hide here for a while, don't chase me away! If someone sneaks in to beat me up, you must beat him up!"

The immortal swords ignored her completely.

They are always like this, even if it is a very boring thing, they can chat enthusiastically for a long time:
[This child is good-looking, with sweet dimples when he smiles. He is very pretty. I have seen him before when I was out playing. He is a sunny boy, and many female cultivators like him~]

[His sleep quality is really good. I really envy him. He is not like me who always has trouble sleeping for nights when I am older.]

[This has nothing to do with age. You have a high level of cultivation and you don't need to sleep anymore. ]

[How can I feel ashamed when you keep praising me like this? Your cultivation level is also very high. ]

[Where, where…]

[You two should get away from each other. It's really annoying! 】

[Hey, Xiao Wei, Xiao Wei, why didn't you bring him along before? ]

[Yes, we love him and his family, so we will definitely not hit him. ]

【Why don't you give him a bigger blanket? 】

[Are you out of spirit stones again? ]

[You are too poor, and you are always stingy. If we meet you on the road, the robbers will not even bother to rob you. ]

[You are so poor and shameless. You must not go out. Others will laugh at our Wanjian Sect. I cannot accept this.]

[I can’t accept that either.]

It feels like I've fallen into a chicken coop, with the chirping going on without stopping.

Wei Wen became even more upset.

"Every time I come here I just want to be alone, why bring him?"

As she spoke, she even felt a little aggrieved.

"I told you that I collapsed the Siguo Cliff. Aren't you all shocked? I also have to pay the sect a huge amount of spiritual stones. Don't you feel sorry for me?"

The ancestors were very calm:
[What's so shocking? I've seen it before, it's just a small cliff. Mountains can always collapse~]

[It looks pretty good. I don’t like black, I like shiny things. Just like me~]

[You know we don't have any spirit stones either, so you can't sell us out.]

[It hurts my pride, but no one will buy ours.]

[Do you want us to praise you? ]

Wei Wenxin turned her head silently: "No, thank you."

She just wants to be quiet now.

Then the Xianjian ancestors gathered around Yang Xingchen and started chatting again:
[I once met a female cultivator from the Tianyin Sect. She confessed her love to this kid, and scared him so much that he almost fell off his flying sword. He said that he just wanted to practice well now, otherwise the senior sister would break his legs. Hahaha! ]

[He is really popular. I have also run into him...]

Wei Wenxin: “…”

Really tired.

It seems that hiding here is not a good idea.

I read a lot of cannon fodder senior sister stories a while ago, and I felt very sad after reading them. Since the senior sister is so good, are all the members of her sect sick? They don’t treat her well, but are crazy about a green tea junior sister. Then I wrote this book to make up for the regret in my heart. The senior sister is powerful, beautiful, and has an interesting personality. The elders love her, the younger generations respect her, the juniors love her, and she has enviable girlfriends... That’s what I think. If one day, I become the kind of author who travels into my own text, I hope I won’t suffer because of the incompatibility of the three views with the locals. If I can travel into the senior sister, it would be great, and I can also make inventions! !
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