After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

After Xia Ling and Simu Feng woke up one after another, they were urged to drink bowl after bowl of medicine.

After taking it all, he learned from Yu Qianyang and Lin Xingfan everything that had happened in the past few days.

After telling them everything that had happened in the past half month, Lin Xingfan couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart: "Second Brother, Little Sister, were you the cultivators who survived the tribulation outside Qingning City half a month ago?"

Xia Ling and Si Mufeng looked at each other, neither of them had any intention of hiding anything.

They gave the same reply in perfect tacit agreement, confirming his guess, "Yes."

"So what is your current level of cultivation?" They all carried magical instruments that could hide their levels of cultivation. Lin Xingfan, who was in the late stage of foundation building, could not tell their levels with his naked eyes.

Xia Ling: "Late stage of foundation building."

Simu Feng: "Peak level of Golden Core."

Lin Xingfan's expression is as follows↓

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Seeing that he was being ignored, Yu Qianyang coughed dryly.

The other three people in the room looked at him.

The gazes of the three people made Yu Qianyang straighten his back and look more serious. He threw away his useless face and took the initiative to speak: "The reason for the two of you getting injured this time is mostly because of me. I want to apologize to you as your master."

Xia Ling's face was still pale, and seeing that he took all the responsibility on himself, he shook his head and replied: "Master, since you have caused trouble, it is only natural that you should be punished.

"And my second brother and I both know that you let us go down the mountain to train for our own good. This thunderstorm came so suddenly that even we ourselves did not expect it. How can we blame you?"

She also didn't expect that they would be unconscious for so long.

Fortunately, he received timely treatment, and now, except for some weakness in body and mind, other injuries have almost healed.

Si Mufeng was similar to Xia Ling. Although his pale but still handsome face was tired, he regained his usual lazy and casual feeling. "I agree with what Junior Sister said."

Seeing their unanimous attitude, Yu Qianyang was somewhat helpless, "In the next two months, you can just take good care of yourself and don't need to participate in the sect's various tasks and assessments."

"Okay." The two naturally had no objection.

Simu Feng suddenly asked, "Master, is the Fifth Elder in the sect recently?"

"Wenzhou?" Yu Qianyang looked at him. "He just came back from the secret realm and he probably won't go out again in the next six months. What do you want to talk to him about?"

"It's not a big deal." Simu Feng stood up from the couch and straightened his clothes.

He smiled lightly and said nonchalantly, "I have been away for the past two months and have learned dozens of intermediate-level talismans at the request of my master. But I don't know if I am qualified. Now I would like to ask the Fifth Elder for some advice."

As soon as these words were spoken, the emotions in Yu Qianyang and Xia Ling's eyes changed in an instant.

Xia Ling is happy.

Yu Qianyang was both worried and happy, as the tragic scene from that year kept replaying in his mind.

More than ten years ago, the old patriarch of the Si family fell seriously ill. An ambitious elder from a side branch of the Si family joined forces with the enemies that the Si family had accumulated over the years and staged a drama of a dog biting its master in an attempt to replace him.

In order to maintain their reputation in the outside world and to be legitimate, they forced the old patriarch to death.

He pushed his only son, Si Yimo, who was still the young master at the time, to the position of head of the family, a position that was only in name only but without real power, and controlled him like a puppet.

In order to take revenge, Si Yimo secretly gathered his strength and endured for ten years before finally going through untold hardships to drive those heartless people off the stage and began to eliminate them one by one.

But what he didn't expect was that some of the remnants who had not yet been eliminated, seeing that they could no longer compete with him, actually transferred their hatred to his son Simufeng.

After secretly observing for a whole year, they finally found a breakthrough. When the seventeen-year-old Mu Feng was training in the secret realm, they attacked in groups, willing to sacrifice a hundred for one to take his life.

According to common sense, even if Mu Feng couldn't win, he could still escape from the siege with the high-quality magical weapons, talismans and scrolls he carried.

But at the critical moment, he encountered a thunderstorm and was struck for three days and three nights...

Although he broke through to the late Jindan stage in one fell swoop, he was severely injured by the thunder and could no longer resist, so he was defeated by the villains.

In order to humiliate the Si family, those people did not kill him immediately.

Instead, he stabbed him forty-nine times with the sword and then cut off his wrist.

After hearing the news, he and Si Yimo rushed there as quickly as possible, and what they saw was a bloody scene.

Mu Feng was lying in a pool of blood at the time, with several bloody holes on his body stabbed by the sword, his wrists broken on both sides, and he was dying.

Even though he and Si Yimo later used the same... no, even more cruel method to skin and chop those people into pieces, they were unable to undo the harm and humiliation that Mu Feng had suffered.

Since then, Mu Feng's wrist has been completely broken.

Although it was successfully repaired, it left serious sequelae. He could no longer lift heavy objects for a long time in his life, and could no longer practice swordsmanship.

This tragic experience broke his pride and made him lose his heart. His cultivation level regressed to the early stage of the Golden Core, and he went from being a genius to a useless young master who wasted his time doing nothing in the eyes of others.

Fearing that the child would not be able to accept his own sense of difference and the rumors from the outside world, he, as the master, had seldom paid attention to him in the past two years. He usually just followed his wishes or gave him a few nagging words.

Later, according to Si Yimo's request, he was asked many times to become a talisman cultivator.

But Mu Feng had clearly never taken the initiative to learn the art of talismans in the past two years. Why did he suddenly change now?

In the end, it’s because I’ve let go of the past, let go of my worries, and want to start over.

Or have other pressures and constraints arisen?

Hopefully the former...

Yu Qianyang's expression gradually became solemn and complicated, and Xia Ling could clearly see that something was wrong.

I wanted to ask, but my second senior brother slowly added: "By the way, Master, my junior sister is now practicing both sword and talismans. If possible, I would like to ask the fifth elder to teach us about talismans."

"After all, it's obviously better to have someone teach you than to learn on your own."

Lin Xingfan on the side was shocked again.

Did the sun rise from the west today?

The always lazy Second Brother actually took the initiative to propose to find the Fifth Elder to teach them the art of talismans!

And what’s the situation with Junior Sister practicing both sword and talismans!

Why is it getting worse and worse?

He won’t have to rely on Junior Sister for protection in the future... right... ?

"Practicing both sword and talisman?" Yu Qianyang was also a little surprised. Seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, he was silent for a while before saying, "Okay, you two brothers and sisters can learn together and be companions. I'm going to discuss this with the Fifth Elder now. You guys can rest assured and recuperate first."

Xia Ling looked at Yu Qianyang's receding back, raised her hand and nudged Simu Feng with her elbow, holding her chin, "What happened to Master?"

"..."

Simu Feng understood, but he didn't want to talk about it too much. He lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Maybe he thought I was lying when I said I mastered ten kinds of intermediate talismans."

Xia Ling: "So do you really know how to do it or are you pretending?"

Si Mufeng raised his eyebrows, "How about I draw it on the spot and confirm it for you?"

"No, I believe it." Xia Ling admitted defeat.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded from behind the two of them: "Second Brother, Little Sister, when you go out in the future... you can take me with you~~~~"

Xia Ling was startled and took two steps back to look at the source of the ghost sound, only to see Lin Xingfan looking at them expectantly with his puppy eyes.

"I'll definitely do it next time." Xia Ling: "By the way, Fifth Senior Brother, thank you so much for saving me again."

Simu Feng also added: "You have done a great job this time, but you still have to copy the sect rules a few times. Brother, let me help you."

"Really?" Lin Xingfan's eyes lit up instantly. "Not much, just one hundred and fifty-four times!"

Simu Feng's smile froze, and his face became expressionless for a moment, "I feel this room is a bit crowded, you can leave now."

The light in Lin Xingfan's eyes disappeared again: "Oh."

"Hahaha." Xia Ling couldn't help laughing, "It's okay, Fifth Brother, I write fast, I'll help you!"

"Hehe, junior sister is still the best." Lin Xingfan's light came back again, and his little fangs were revealed as he smiled.

While praising Xia Ling, he did not forget to be sarcastic: "Unlike some people, who are very fickle."

Some people (Si Mufeng): "It's been a long time since I made new poison."

Lin Xingfan restrained his smile and spoke in a calm tone, as if reciting a line: "Huh? Actually, what I just said is that no one in the world is kinder than Junior Sister and Second Senior Brother...Haha, I'm so happy."

A man can bend and stretch!