The green tea heroine and the villain who practices ruthlessness

Moon stars are rare.

Under the verandah of the quiet jingshe, a young man, as tall as a bamboo, sat cross-legged in front of the door of the wing, with his hands on his knees, making dharma seals with his fingers, and doing exercises to regulate his breathing.

The invisible sword energy lingered around him. It was so cold at first that it made the copper bells under the eaves jingle, the bamboo leaves rustle, and the dust floated on the bluestone path.

The next moment, the scene he "saw" during the day suddenly flashed through Xue Ning's mind.

The soaring spiritual power surged like a mountain torrent, but it also contained the unique gentleness of water waves. It went from hard to soft, and suddenly, like fireworks, it exploded into billions of subtle spiritual currents.

Xue Ning seemed to have some realization, and the sword energy in his body suddenly gathered.

The copper bell under the eaves finally stopped shaking.

Xue Ning lowered his head and touched the sword pills condensed with sword energy on his wrist. He always felt that he was about to advance, but there was a hazy layer of gauze that could not be penetrated or crossed.

There were very light footsteps in the bedroom behind him, as well as the slight scraping sound of blankets dragging on the floor.

When the man walked behind the door, Xue Ning tensed his back instantly.

That feeling of being on pins and needles and having a ray of light on my back came again.

Xue Ning didn't know what was wrong with him. As long as she got a little closer, he felt restless. Compared with the emotion of "fear", this feeling was more like a pure animal instinct——

She trampled on his safe area again and again, making him stand up and show his fangs, waiting for her to take another step, just...

"Senior Brother Xue," the girl inside suddenly said through a thin carved fan, "Why do you always wear a blindfold?"

"That thing shouldn't be very comfortable to wear, right?"

Xue Ning's muscles were as hard as stone and he said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Pingxiu shrugged, tightened the thin blanket, and said briskly: "Okay, it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me."

She suddenly opened the door, quickly took off the blanket that was keeping her warm, and put it on Xue Ning's shoulders.

"It's windy at night. I'll lend you this blanket."

A ball of light warmth, wrapped in a delicate fragrance, fell on Xue Ning like a soft cloud.

Xue Ning was shocked. He pulled off the blanket and threw it aside, as if there were thorns on the blanket that would sting him.

He was extremely angry and was about to get up to warn Pingxiu and tell her to stop playing tricks, when suddenly there was a "bang" and the door was closed behind him.

The anger in Xue Ning's heart just hung in the air, unable to come up or go down, and finally melted into an emotion that even he himself could not understand.

There is a faint fragrance coming from the clothes, which was picked up by the blanket just now.

Xue Ning raised his hand and wiped his shoulder with his fingers.

He slowly moved his hand to his nose and recognized that the fragrance came from the same source as the girl's body fragrance. He closed his fingers and clenched them tightly.

Xue Ning twisted her beautiful eyebrows and looked gloomy. She wanted to say something cruel but felt there was no reason.

——She just came to deliver blankets, not necessarily on purpose. She had done nothing wrong, so he had no position to judge her.

In the darkness, Pingxiu covered her lips with her hands, squinted her little fox eyes with flashing light, and laughed silently.

She had sprinkled the scented dew on the blanket just now. The fragrant dew was made by herself and was called "Yuyin Liangrao". Once the fragrance touched her body, it would soak into her skin and it would last for several days even after bathing and changing clothes.

Seeing Xue Ning's distraught appearance as if facing a formidable enemy, Pingxiu found it extremely amusing.

If he had the ability, he would pretend to be an iceberg with that thousand-year-old face. Humph, fight with her?

Pingxiu went back to bed contentedly and hugged Ah-Dai to sleep.

However, Xue Ning was disturbed by the vague and non-existent fragrance and could not sleep all night. His mind was so confused that he could not calm down and meditate.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. It had been many years since he had experienced such violent mood swings.

Xue Ning listened to the steady breathing in the room, but finally lost his temper and let out a sword energy, smashing the innocent blanket into thousands of pieces.

Pingxiu had a good night's sleep. When he got up early the next morning, he opened the door and saw the "murder scene."

There was a pile of rags scattered next to the futon at the door. Each piece of cloth was almost the same size, only as big as a fingernail.

Pingxiu felt happy, secretly wondering how angry Xue Ning was last night, but she still pretended to be concerned and walked around the monastery.

"Senior Brother Xue? Senior Brother Xue, are you still there?"

Dumb had a sharp nose, stood on her shoulder and nodded, pointing towards the bamboo forest.

Pingxiu walked into the bamboo forest and saw Xue Ning standing under a moso bamboo, confronting Wuxie Zhenjun.

The white dragon seemed to regard itself as a hemp rope. Its long body was wrapped around a bamboo shoot several times, but it refused to let go.

Xue Ning whispered: "Zhenjun Wuxie, please come down."

The white dragon turned his head and spat out the snake letter at him with ferocity and disgust: "Chi - chi -"

Pingxiu walked over and said, "Zhenjun Wuxie, why are you here?"

Bai Jiao turned around and saw Pingxiu, immediately changed his face, accepted the snake letter, looked at Pingxiu with a pair of wet eyes, then lowered his head and took a bite of the bamboo shell outside the bamboo shoot.

"Sir Wuxie, do you want to eat bamboo shoots?"

Bai Jiao nodded.

Pingxiu was shocked. This was the first time in her life that she saw a snake that loved to eat bamboo shoots... No, it was a dragon.

Could it be that the innocent Lord chose the bamboo sword and green jade branch because he loved eating bamboo shoots?

Pingxiu squatted down and stretched out his arms to lift the white dragon from the bamboo shoots.

"Zhenjun Wuxie, let's go back first. Dig out this bamboo shoot and ask the dining hall to make it for you at noon?"

Bai Jiao tilted his head and blinked.

Pingxiu was so cute that his heart trembled. He almost forgot that this was an old man from the largest sect of the Immortal Sect, and almost really regarded it as an ordinary white dragon that was ignorant and naive.

Girls always prefer pitiful and cute things.

Pingxiu's voice unknowingly became softer, and she coaxed softly: "Zhenjun Wuxie, come here, I will carry you back."

Xue Ning felt that the girl's voice was soft and sweet, like a feather, passing by his ear lightly.

He could not help but feel a sense of physical disgust and rejection in his heart.

He has never seen a girl who speaks with a voice like hers, as if every word has a hook and can attract people.

Pingxiu picked up Bai Jiao and looked at Xue Ning's expressionless face. She thought to herself that such a beautiful face was only given a piece of wood and ice. It was really a waste of time to blind such a handsome face.

She scolded Xue Ning in her heart, but with a smile on her face, she said softly: "Brother Xue, my blanket is woven with the golden feathers of King Ming's peacock, which can ward off evil spirits, soothe the mind and help sleep. It is valuable. Please take me My blanket is damaged, how do I pay for it?”

Xue Ning was brave enough to take the responsibility. Hearing this, he said: "Convert it into spiritual stones and I will compensate you."

Pingxiu changed her words and said, "Then consider it as a reward for keeping vigil for me for a month."

After saying that, he turned around and left without giving Xue Ning a chance to refuse.

Xue Ning was left standing alone in the bamboo forest, with inexplicable emotions twisting and fermenting in her heart, but she couldn't find any outlet to vent.

For more than ten days in a row, Pingxiu was extremely busy.

After all, in her heart, men are just floating clouds, and cultivation is the top priority.

As soon as she got busy, she seemed to have completely forgotten Xue Ning, not remembering that there was such a person at all.

So there was such a strange scene——

Pingxiu assisted the two elders Wang and Li in administering acupuncture in the medical clinic in the morning, while Xue Ning stayed outside the house.

Pingxiu went to the academy to attend classes in the afternoon, while Xue Ning taught new disciples next door.

Pingxiu went to the library of the medical clinic to read at night. Xue Ning was across the desk from her. She was reading medical books and he was reading sword manuals.

Pingxiu went back to the jingshe to sleep, and Xue Ning meditated outside her house. This was naturally not Xue Ning's choice, but Pingxiu could always use words to provoke Xue Ning into falling for her every now and then. When Xue Ning found out that she had been fooled, , it’s too late.

One day, Xue Ning walked into the library in peace as usual and opened the sword manual he had been reading recently.

The sword manual is a large book made of thin slates, and each page of the slate is engraved with the sword intention left by the sect's sword cultivator seniors.

Xue Ning turned over the page he had meditated on yesterday and suddenly touched something made of silk, soft and smooth.

He fumbled around with his fingers and found out that the shape looked a bit like an eyepatch. He lowered his head, sniffed his fingertips, and smelled a faint herbal fragrance.

It's the same scent as her body.

Xue Ning suddenly retracted his fingers, as if they were burned by flames.

He was so angry that he quickly closed the sword manual and put it back on the desk. He never opened the sword manual again after that.

Xue Ning has never met a girl as cunning as Pingxiu.

He has lived for seventeen years, and has met only four kinds of women in his life - the sect master's wife who has been kind to him in raising him, the junior sister with whom he has been a childhood sweetheart, the fellow junior sister who can never remember his face, and the last one The species is the banshee killed by the Heart-killing Sword.

And Pingxiu cannot be categorized.

She is not the kind of classmate who can't remember her face. On the contrary, she is as eloquent and cunning as a fox. She can always anger Xue Ning at the right time and then get away. It is difficult for Xue Ning to remember her.

Pingxiu is not the kind of evil monster who needs to be killed.

In Xue Ning's opinion, she has some evil intentions, but she is far from a bad person.

So Xue Ning was completely helpless with her.

He fell into incomprehensible confusion and entanglement. This state made his heart turbulent and restless.

But Xue Ning didn't dare to show it in front of Pingxiu at all. He didn't want Pingxiu to find out that she had such influence on him.

Although he couldn't explain the reason, Xue Ning had an intuition that if Pingxiu discovered this, he would definitely not have an easy life in the future.

Fortunately, this "torture" ended soon.

As soon as Pingxiu's trial period ended, Yu Anxing told Xue Ning that he could stop monitoring Pingxiu, as long as he paid attention to her whereabouts when she left Tianyuan Daozong.

Xue Ning rarely showed a hint of relief.

Yu Anxing noticed it keenly, and he asked in surprise: "Han Chao, is this Taoist fellow Ping very difficult for you?"

Yu Anxing not only saved Xue Ning's life, but also nurtured and taught him. Xue Ning regarded him as a father. If he encountered difficulties in his practice, he would occasionally talk to his uncle.

After hearing this question, Xue Ning was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "This person is messing with my Taoist mind!"

Yu Anxing's eyes opened slightly, and he almost thought he had heard something wrong. He sat behind the case and carefully looked at the disciple who had watched him grow up.

He suddenly discovered that the timid and fierce little wolf cub that was dirty, with a fierce look on his face, had grown up, and was now a handsome and upright young man.

Yu Anxing didn't know that Xue Ning was practicing Wuqing Dao in private, and only thought that Ping Xiu was interfering with his sword practice. But how can such a delicate and delicate little girl disturb the Taoist heart of a sword cultivator?

Yu Anxing thought about it and came up with only one reason: this little wolf cub started to admire Shaoai.

But when he looked at Xue Ning's expression of bitterness and hatred, he felt that it didn't look like him. I think back then, when he first fell in love with the girl's family, he didn't look like this with gritted teeth.

Yu Anxing put his fingers on the desk and gently turned the white jade snuff bottle. After a long while, he coughed and said hesitantly: "Han Dynasty, there is "The Record of Ten Thousand Demons" in the library. You might as well read about the dog demon and the black The records of the habits of the widow clan may be able to clear up your confusion.”

If he remembered correctly, after adulthood, the dog demon has a fixed estrus period every year.