Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

This shout was genuine.

Xuezhongzhan, who was hiding behind and witnessed the whole process of Xi Dangniang, laughed out loud with schadenfreude.

She had an ominous premonition as early as when she heard that the sword spirit would be burned into a fool. Now that there is an extra child calling her mother softly, Yun Ci feels that she will be so calm.

Although the Falling Rain Sword was recalled after a thousand years, it still maintains its previous appearance.

The soft hair on the top of her head was braided and wrapped several times around the bun. The hanging hair was cut close to her ears, making her look extremely cute and lively.

The robe is similar to the Kunlun Mountain disciples' robe, except that it has an extra aqua blue lining. The neckline is surrounded by small double flowers, and the rest is blended into the cassock to become exquisite embroidery.

Just one glance, and it seemed like I really smelled the fragrant fragrance of flowers.

Finding no one responded, Zhui Yujian timidly called his mother again.

"The sword master has lived a very exciting life. Phoenix Fire probably never expected it to be of such use."

Chuiyu was attracted to pay attention, and looked at Xue Zhongzhan approaching with confusion.

Xuezhongzhan flicked his finger on her forehead: "You little fool, how can a person give birth to a sword spirit? You called it wrong."

Chuiyu, who was pushed back a step, faced the red mark and reluctantly changed his words: "Auntie."

Yun Ci: "..."

There is no difference in blood relationship between aunt and mother.

It was just a title. Yun Ci used magic to break off a half-closed magnolia from the branch and put a hairpin on the little sword spirit.

The soft cheeks looked easy to pinch, so she rubbed them as she wished.

Chui Yu's watery eyes blinked and blinked, and he yawned sleepily: "Auntie, I'm sleepy."

"It's okay." Yun Ci smiled softly, "I'll treat you to sweets again in the future."

Sword spirits usually need to be nourished by sword intent or spiritual energy. Falling Rain Sword has been depleted for a long time and has to be fed with spirit stones for a period of time before it can be restored.

The mustard bag containing the spiritual stone is still there, so I can feed him a sword without going bankrupt.

Just a very serious question...

Xue Zhongzhan was carrying Chui Yu: "I'm still here, how can I be half-hearted and good to other swords?"

"An old friend once asked me to take care of him. After all, Zhuiyu should be my great-uncle." Yun Ci laughed and said, "It's right to support your elders."

Yu Xianzi has mentored Chang Ning and can be called a master. He also had a relationship with Yun Ci, and due to affection and reason, Tuogu's last wish should be fulfilled.

The sensible Xuezhongzhan finally used the sword spirit to take care of the sword spirit more carefully, and turned Zhuiyu to him.

The sword without the sword spirit is still bright but lacks some sharpness, which eliminates the possibility of someone using other swords.

It was nothing more than moving from the mustard bag to the natal sword, and he would live wherever he went, so Yun Ci didn't argue about it.

He just asked: "Can other sword spirits also enter?"

"Find a corner and stuff it in." Xue Zhongzhan answered simply.

......also.

As soon as the isolation cover was removed, the moonlight and the sound of insects poured into the courtyard.

Not having the habit of sleeping for a long time, Yun Ci raised his head and looked at the sky. After a while, he broke off a branch of moderate thickness and carved it carefully with a knife.

This was her favorite thing to do long ago.

At first, I would only use river mud to knead some strange-looking animals. When I got stronger, I would help the teacher carve letters in exchange for food.

After entering the Xuantian Sect, food, clothing, housing and transportation were all arranged, and the carving knife became a tool for meditation.

It works very well, and the tangled thoughts are smoothed out.

When I raised my head again, it was already early the next morning.

Inner disciples have morning classes. Except for Songming Peak, which does not have elders teaching, the other two peaks have scheduled classes.

Today I should go to Miaodan Peak to learn how to identify spiritual plants.

Every page of the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants is full of pictures and texts. Yun Ci is sitting at the back, and in front of him are the plants transformed by the elders using spiritual energy.

The changes in each stage of germination, growth, and even maturity are clearly displayed.

The veins above were magnified many times and displayed before their eyes, causing all the disciples to exclaim.

Some disciples stretched out their hands, wanting to touch him.

The spiritual energy dispersed, passing through the body and coming together again. The leaves shook slightly, and he spit out the thumb-sized fruit towards the disciple.

The elder on the stage glanced briefly and continued to talk about the habits and usage of this thing, asking them to use knowledge to save lives in the secret realm.

The test in class is to rub Bigu Pill.

The finished product will be left for you to use as rations. The effect will only depend on whether you are hungry or not in the next few days.

In order not to go hungry, the disciples were very serious. Some even took out measuring instruments and added ingredients little by little according to the recipe.

There are those who are serious, and of course there are those who are just deserting.

"Some people are just like me, a new disciple, just rubbing pills here."

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

There were two disciples pulling at the front right, and their eyes fell on Yun Ci.

"What are you trying to do to stop me? Am I right?" The complaining disciple squeezed out the juice from the herbs in his hand, "What's the use of monopolizing the top of the mountain? I'm just building a foundation."

Yun Ci rubbed his balls and said nothing.

The man became angry: "I see, some people should be self-aware. Don't occupy a position if you are not capable. There are so many registered disciples in Songming Peak, who do you think is convinced?"

"..."

There was also a sword cultivator disciple in the same room. Hearing these words, he secretly looked away.

There used to be only Chang Ning on Xuantian Sect's Songming Peak.

There are elders who practice swordsmanship at the same time as Chang Ning, so they dare not interfere with the affairs of the sword master.

Therefore, an additional hilltop was designated next to Songming Peak to mark the disciples. Of course, he was also learning the Songming Sword Technique, but the difference was that it was not Chang Ning who was in charge of teaching.

Even so, many disciples are willing to enter Xuantian Sect to learn swordsmanship. After all, he was worshiping the Sword Master, so even when he went down the mountain, he could say that he was studying under the Sword Master.

Everything was harmonious at first, but the sword master later appointed a boy he had never heard of as his successor.

The birth of a legitimate son in a mortal royal family can cause chaos and bloodshed. Seeing that the person who inherits the mantle of the Sword Master is not as powerful as himself, he will not be happy with anyone else.

Some people just whisper in their hearts, while others always want to say it out loud to make the person involved blush.

The cynicism had no effect, so the disciple showed his cards: "The speed of foundation building is so slow, can you get a golden elixir?"

Without raising his eyes, Yun Ci selected one or two more spiritual plants and started rubbing them.

After a moment, she stood up and glanced at the person who had just spoken: "Who do I think I am, that I came to Songming Peak excitedly, only to be rejected? Are you sad?"

"You!" The disciple pointed at Yun Ci's nose and opened his mouth to curse.

Forget it once or twice, no one has lost his temper.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Yun Ci flashed in front of his disciple and fed the elixir in his hand into it.

He stuck his jaw to prevent vomiting: "Didn't you hear the teacher say that bad breath is a disease?" The elixir melted in the mouth, and Yun Ci said slowly, "Oh, you know, I am a sword cultivator who has just established a foundation, how can I know anything? Pharmacology.”

The voice was cold, the hands were cold, and even the eyes were cold.

The disciple anxiously wanted to use his spiritual power to force out the concoction, but his whole body became stiff and he couldn't gather any spiritual energy.

Someone next to him came to his senses and it was too late for him to pick his throat.

The breath he exhaled turned into ice slag. He wanted to say something, but his voice was so hoarse that he could only gasp.