The green tea heroine and the villain who practices ruthlessness

During the break between classes these past few days, Pingxiu had privately inquired about Zhenjun Wuxie’s past.

It is said that Zhenjun Wuxie was of the same generation as the previous sect leader. He wielded a bamboo sword with green jade branches. He was known as the "Four Gentlemen's Swords" together with the other three swordsmen of the Dingshi Dynasty at that time, and was very popular.

When True Lord Wuxie was a hundred years old, he picked up a disciple from the mortal world.

It was the first time for him to be a master to someone, and he had no experience. He doted on this apprentice very much and wanted the moon but not the stars.

Unexpectedly, this disciple turned out to be a traitor. While Zhen Wuxie was practicing in seclusion and transforming from a snake into a dragon, he broke into the cave where he was in seclusion. Taking advantage of his weakness, he forcibly concluded a demon control contract with him.

True Lord Wuxie failed to break through, and his cultivation backfired. He became obsessed with the devil, lost his mind, and allowed himself to be driven by this unscrupulous traitor. He cooperated with the people of the Blood Moon Sect and sneaked into the Tianyuan Dao Sect Sword Tomb in an attempt to steal the king's sword.

Fortunately, Ling Shuangjun, the plum sword in the "Four Gentlemen's Swords", discovered the clues in time and smashed the Blood Moon Sect's conspiracy, and Wang Jian was lost and recovered.

However, the battle to snatch the King's Sword was very cruel. Two of the Four Gentlemen's Swords were killed and one was injured. The sword soul naturally raised in the King's Sword was also destroyed by the Blood Moon Sect's tricks. The soul was greatly damaged, and the King's Sword was reduced to a rusty iron.

Although Tianyuan Dao Sect won this battle, they also suffered heavy casualties.

After Wuxie Zhenjun regained consciousness, he followed the traitor thousands of miles away, cut off the traitor's head and brought it back to the sect to pay tribute to his dead brother. From then on, he closed the cave and refused to see anyone again.

More than a hundred years later, one day, several disciples passed by his cave by chance and found that the cave was overgrown with weeds, withered and dilapidated, and it was unknown when the people had left the cave.

True Lord Wuxie disappeared. The former sect leader searched for him for many years but failed to find him. In the end, he could only give up sadly.

Many years later, a strange rocky mountain in the secret realm of Fengshan suddenly experienced an earthquake, turning into a dragon and flying for nine days.

Several elders who knew about the past thought about it and suddenly realized: Could this guy be our grand master uncle who has been missing for many years?

So they spent a lot of effort to catch the person from the sky, and took a closer look: Oh, it's really true.

Wuxie Zhenjun, who has been autistic for many years, has not only regressed in cultivation, but also in IQ. Not only can he not recognize people, he has even lost his common sense as a human being.

It refuses to eat food fed by others, and only eats things that have been handled by Ping Xiu.

Pingxiu secretly thought that Tianyuan Daozong kept her because he probably wanted to find out why Lord Wuxie was so close to her alone.

After thinking about it, she realized that even if she was three generations back from her ancestors, she would definitely be incompatible with True Lord Wuxie, and she was relieved of her worries.

It is a rare opportunity to study in Tianyuan Dao Sect for a year. Instead of worrying about the unknown things, it is better to learn more useful skills.

Now, Pingxiu looked at the small white dragon in the wooden basin, and countless pages of books seemed to be turning rapidly in his mind.

Before Xue Ning could answer her question, she said "ah" and clapped her hands: "Is the True Lord Wuxie about to shed his skin?"

True Lord Wuxie is half-demon, and his non-human half of his bloodline comes from a poisonous snake demon.

Although it has become a dragon, it is not a dragon after all, and it still retains many snake-like habits.

Every time you shed your skin, it is a major step in your spiritual practice.

If it passes, the cultivation will advance; if it cannot be passed, the cultivation will stagnate and may even regress.

In the current situation, there is obviously some reason why it cannot shed its skin smoothly.

Xue Ning asked: "Where are Elder Lu and Elder Miao?"

These two are the oldest medical practitioners in the medical training center and have rich experience, but they are not in the medical training center at the moment.

A young disciple replied: "Elder Lu went to Langhuan Paradise, and Elder Miao went to the meeting hall."

The other elders were either attending classes in the academy or taking disciples to inspect the medicine fields. The few who stayed behind at the medical clinic were all frozen by True Lord Wuxie.

When the remaining disciples saw it, they were so frightened that they did not dare to step forward, for fear that they would also be frozen into icemen.

Pingxiu took two steps towards the wooden basin and said comfortingly: "Zhenjun Wuxie, let me see how the spiritual energy is flowing in your body. Just be obedient and don't move, okay?"

The white dragon floated half of its head out of the water, tilted its head, and made a cry like a baby. Suddenly, its cheeks slightly bulged, and it opened its mouth and spit out a ball of ice energy towards Pingxiu.

The sword's light was like snow, and it slashed down violently, dispersing the ice energy in time.

Xue Ning stood in front of her at some point and said coldly: "He can't recognize people, stay back!"

Pingxiu stood on tiptoes and poked half of her head out from Xue Ning's shoulder.

"If my guess is correct, True Monarch Wu Xie may have been petrified for too many years, and his muscles and veins were stagnant, resulting in poor movement and unable to shed his skin, so he became..."

Before Pingxiu finished speaking, Bai Jiao suddenly turned over and rolled in pain in the tub, crying "Wow wow wow".

Pingxiu said in shock: "Oops, this is a symptom of spiritual violence!"

The spiritual power goes wild, which can damage the meridians in a minor case, or kill the body in a serious case.

Pingxiu didn't think too much, took out the Five Elements Tianluo Umbrella and pressed the mechanism on the umbrella handle.

The top of the umbrella suddenly shot out a slender golden thread, and the golden thread shot into the water and accurately wrapped around the dragon's front paws.

Pingxiu put the Five Elements Tianluo Umbrella under his left arm, quickly stepped back a few steps, and suddenly pulled it tightly, tightening the golden thread.

hum-

Like a silk string vibrating, the golden thread instantly stretched straight.

Pingxiu put his right hand on the silk thread, and a ball of cyan light appeared on his fingertips, like trickling drops, like green jasper beads, rolling along the golden thread and onto the white dragon's body.

The spiritual power of the wood element is like rain falling from the sky, calming down the white dragon's manic mood bit by bit.

The white dragon gradually calmed down, curled up in the tub, and groaned in pain.

The disciples of the medical training center watched Pingxiu perform the hanging silk technique with rapt attention. Some people exclaimed in a low voice: "Is this the hanging silk technique that can only be performed by medical practitioners above the golden elixir stage?"

"What? I think this junior sister is only at the third level of foundation building..."

"What Senior Brother Zhou said just now is wrong. The Suspended Thread Technique does not necessarily require medical training at the Golden Core level or above to be performed. It is just because the Suspended Thread Technique requires the user to control the spiritual power to the smallest detail. When necessary, he must be able to control the external force. The transformed spiritual power is split into spiritual currents that are dozens of times thinner than a hair and penetrates the patient's meridians. However, the medical practitioners in the foundation-building stage have not yet mastered the control of spiritual power..."

Another person said: "That's why there is a saying that 'on top of the golden elixir, there is a golden needle hanging on the thread, and the dead ghost can also bring back the soul'."

Several people were whispering to each other, and suddenly they heard a loud shout: "Look!"

Everyone's necks were stretched like big white geese, and they were all vying to take a look.

Xue Ning touched his eyes with his fingers, and his consciousness instantly opened.

In the medical clinic, a handsome and handsome disciple in Tsing Yi limped out, crossed his arms across his chest, and leaned against the door casually.

At that moment, the spiritual light erupting from the wooden basin was directly reflected in everyone's eyes.

Xue Ning has never seen such aura.

It is not powerful, but it is rare and gentle, reminding people of apricot blossoms and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like laughing spring mountains.

Billions of spiritual currents as thin as hair exploded at the end of the golden thread, and suddenly penetrated the white dragon's body.

The girl who performed the surgery was pale, with cold sweat on her forehead, and her body was shaking slightly unnoticeably.

Xue Ning stood closest to Pingxiu and was the first to notice something strange about her.

He was rich in experience, and after using his spiritual sense to peek a little, he found that Pingxiu was exhausted of spiritual power and could no longer hold on.

He was a little surprised.

The hanging thread technique only requires high spiritual power control, but it does not have high requirements on whether the caster's spiritual power is strong or not.

It can even be said that the spiritual power required to perform the Suspended Thread Technique is not as much as that of a swordsman who performs a big move with a sword.

The meridians of a cultivator are like reservoirs. The wider the meridians, the more spiritual energy is stored, and vice versa.

Are the meridians of this liar... so narrow?

Xue Ning moved behind Pingxiu and whispered: "Shall I help you?"

The corners of Pingxiu's eyes were stinging with sweat. She gritted her teeth, stabilized the hanging technique, and said, "Okay."

Xue Ning raised his hand and pressed it on her vest, a spiritual light burst out from his palm, and the wooden spiritual power was like opening a gate to release water, pouring into Pingxiu's meridians continuously.

The naturally narrow meridians are like sweet rains after a long drought, greedily absorbing the pure spiritual power from the outside.

With Xue Ning's help, Pingxiu finally successfully performed the hanging silk technique. When she closed the umbrella, her hands were shaking.

The disciples of the medical training center gathered around and looked at Pingxiu with eyes full of admiration, mixed with a little jealousy.

The white dragon has calmed down, balled up into a ball, and huddled motionless in the wooden basin.

Pingxiu walked towards Baijiao.

Xue Ning couldn't help but warn: "Be careful of its ice energy."

True Lord Wuxie's breath of ice energy is not something that a disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage can withstand.

Pingxiu said with a smile: "Zhenjun Wuxie doesn't have the strength to attack people now."

After saying that, he squatted down next to the wooden basin, stretched out his hand and touched the small horn on the head of the white dragon, and coaxed a child: "Zhenjun Wuxie, can you help these people unlock the ice energy?"

If it stays cold for another half day, tomorrow the Tianyuan Dao Sect’s inner door newspaper may appear with a headline like this: Shocking! Several elders in the medical clinic were murdered in one day!

Bai Jiao turned away his head and blew out two blasts of cold air from his nose unhappily.

Ping Xiuxiao moved with emotion: "Let's do this. If you can relieve this cold ice energy, we will have extra meals every day starting from tomorrow. You can have whatever you want to eat, okay..."

Bai Jiao's golden eyes lit up.

It stood up and nodded arrogantly, then turned to the "beautiful frozen" elders, puff puff puff, opened its mouth and spit out a dozen fireballs the size of fingers.

The fireball hit the ice man, and the ice melted instantly.

As soon as the elders got away, several people immediately came towards Pingxiu, pushed Xue Ning away, surrounded her, and asked her passionately about her age, family background, and teachers.

Pingxiu answered every question, responded appropriately, neither humble nor overbearing, which made people feel like spring breeze.

Several old men who cherished their talents were even more delighted when they saw it. One of them said, "Are you interested in studying medicine under me?"

Another elder shouted: "Old Wang, why are you robbing me? You have harvested so many good seedlings, are they not enough?"

Turning to Pingxiu, he said earnestly: "Good boy, don't be deceived by this evil man. He has more direct disciples than he can teach. If you come under his disciples, you may be lost among them all. If you worship him Since I am my teacher, I will accept you as my chief disciple and train you with all my heart."

An elder in plain clothes sneered: "You have never had a disciple, and yet you dare to boast about this. You are really shameless."

The elders were quarreling endlessly, and suddenly a hoarse voice came in and said pitifully: "You are also teachers. You make noises in public, but you still have the slightest sense of being a teacher? Do you want me to report it to the chief physician? ?”

The chief physician is the head of all the medical practitioners in the medical academy and is in charge of all personnel appointments and dismissals.

Ping Xiu heard the sound and saw a man with triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and a mustache standing outside the crowd, looking at her with cold eyes.

The eyes were sticky, sinister, and full of malice, just like the mud of rotting corpses in the ditch. It was creepy and made me feel uncomfortable all over.

Yao Shaoyou, who had been standing at the door of the medical clinic and watched the show for a long time, came over and bowed to the man: "Uncle."