The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 3

It is actually reasonable for Nan Sixian to react in this way.

The task of the hermit in the valley stated that she was required to follow the white-haired cold woman to listen to Fenggu Xiaoju, and the punishment for mission failure stated that she was taken away by the magic cultivator and used as a shared stove.

Isn't this telling her bluntly that the man is still camping outside the valley, and if she goes out so foolishly, she will be doomed.

However, her menacing roar was as effective as a refrigerant. Her body, which was already a little cold because of the torn clothes, was shivering a little from the chill that had dropped by a few degrees.

The white-haired woman stared at her face displeasedly for a while, and Nan Sixian's hairs stood on end in fright at the terrifying blade-like gaze, so she hurriedly opened her mouth to make amends.

"That, that, I, I mean... um, ah! Sister, look, my clothes are all torn, how can I go out to show it to others?"

As if thinking of something to pay attention to, she hastily withdrew her hand covering her chest and showed her body exposed to the air.If she is also a woman, she shouldn't be so cruel and continue to drive herself away, right?

As a result, she seemed to have an unexpected effect.The white-haired woman turned around with her eyes tightly closed, her ears turned red for some strange reason, and reprimanded Nan Sixian in a deep voice: "My daughter's family is innocent, you, how can you show it to others so rashly, I don't know Shame."

This girl is really... incomprehensible.I used to spend time with men in the wild in the open sky, and now I still show it freely, show it there...

Thinking back to Nan Sixiana's youthful and cute appearance, even though she was smaller than herself, the redness at the tips of her ears subconsciously deepened a bit.

——Her reaction, there is a door!

Nan Sixian seemed to have found something interesting, with a smirk, she walked around to the side and threw her arms around her arms, rubbed her affectionately and said softly: "Why, everyone is a woman It's not that I haven't seen it before, and my sister's is much bigger than mine."

Modern people have long been accustomed to this level of things. I think she was still in a public bathhouse when she was in college, and she has never seen any girl with such a cute reaction.Coupled with the sharp contrast between the shyness of the powerful monk, she got a little carried away and came out of her nature.

"Sister, sister, look, I'm sure going out like this will be a hindrance to the world, right? Just take me back and get me some clothes that can cover my body, okay?"

"By the way, what's my sister's name? I'm Nan Sixian, Nan of Nanfeng, Si of Miss, the string of the lyre."

The non-stop chattering, coupled with the fact that this shameless creature kept leaning on her was too troublesome, and Brother Yougu frowned, adding to his displeasure in his heart.

To be honest, Nan Sixian is also big-hearted, she dares to do something wrong in the face of such an unknown strongman, if she is a man or a senior monk, I am afraid she would have been killed long ago.

That is to say, fortunately, someone once taught her that she should be more tolerant when dealing with weak and cute little girls, and destroying flowers with harsh hands is definitely not the best choice, so Nan Sixian narrowly escaped this catastrophe.

———It’s really inappropriate to let the naked daughter’s family go out of the valley like this, why don’t we take her back and change into a set of clothes.

Finally made up his mind, the white-haired swordsman slipped out of Nan Sixian's grasp by cleverness, let out a breath of resignation, turned around and said in a cold voice: "Although you and I are both women, we should also observe etiquette, don't do it again. You have despised yourself so much. However, what you said also makes sense, so come with me, get your new clothes and leave on your own."

After finishing speaking, she didn't care whether Nan Sixian heard clearly or not, and just walked away on her own.

In short, no matter what the white-haired woman thinks, being able to get to her residence first is already half the battle, and then try to find a way.

Nan Sixian's eyes flickered, he didn't care about the exposed white and tender skin leaking out, he trotted excitedly and chased after her.

Don't look at her walking so ruthlessly, in fact, after Nan Sixian caught up, she urged the sword energy to bring up the wind, and half dragged Nan Sixian, who was already exhausted, forward.

The speed of Fengxing that is in line with nature is a bit faster than the speed of Yufeng of a cultivator.The girl in red endured the initial discomfort, and then completely let the wind move her body, relaxing and enjoying it.

For the first time, I felt the pleasure of being able to travel comfortably without exerting any effort, which made the traveler who had not yet adapted to the life of a monk feel more yearning for this surreal mysterious power.

The fog in Listening to the Wind Valley is not an obstacle to the white-haired swordsman who has lived here for a long time, and the real way to get rid of this layer of trouble is actually not far away.So, after a few breaths, when the two stopped again, they had arrived at the small bamboo house where she lived.

After telling her to wait for a while, the white-haired woman went into the back room alone, presumably to get her clothes.

Nan Sixian, who was suddenly free, was thinking about how to stay overnight, and at the same time looked at the surrounding decorations boredly.

The first thing that caught her attention was, of course, the weird ink sword lying quietly and horizontally on the white jade sword stand.

The special shape, the impressive coercion, and the way of maintenance is more meticulous than any other decoration.Although there are strange cracks all over Mo Jian's body, it should be the sword that the cold woman loves, right?

———This material looks very special, it is not iron or steel, but it looks a bit like jade. What is it made of?

A strong curiosity arose in Nan Sixian's heart, and at the same time, he heard the system's side mission update that was every bit of time.

#System Tips# The host activates an optional side mission, and the ink sword washes the heart.Any part of the body that touches the sword body can be opened, rewards can be obtained for completing tasks, the swordsmanship comprehension is improved, and the sword formation is mastered at the beginning.

To be honest, the reward this time is really tempting. After being influenced by various online novels, Nan Sixian actually yearns for the direction of sword repair.Zongjian Jianghu, willing to love and hate, cool and powerful, I don't know how much better than ordinary cultivators who often give cannon fodder, and the expert she finally hooked up with seems to be a sword cultivator.

If she can get these two rewards this time, it will be much easier to really take the road of sword cultivation then, right?

Anyway, it's just a touch, and the white-haired girl is not a stingy person, so it should be fine.Thinking of this, she couldn't bear the temptation of the reward, and stretched out her hand to the ink sword.

The white-haired swordsman who happened to walk out of the door in a red dress, saw the scene in front of him, but cried out worriedly: "Stop. You can't touch it with your cultivation level!"

But her voice was a step late after all, Nan Sixian's fingers had already recklessly pressed on the cold edge of the ink sword.And just such a moment of contact, she has already fully understood the meaning of the other party's words.

This broken sword looks elegant and harmless, but it actually contains such a terrifying sword energy!

But it was just a little residue, which was transmitted to the major meridians in the body through her fingertips, making her feel the pain as if her whole body was about to swell.Faced with such an accident, a novice like Nan Sixian was helpless, so he could only resign himself to obeying the command of his instinct, and with a scream, he lost consciousness and passed out on the ground.

In the moment before she fainted, she thought like this——

——— Meow, this system really only tricks me.But it seems that there is no need to think about how to stay overnight? ? ?If that ice cube doesn't die.

She was relieved when she passed out, but now she left the trouble to the hapless sword master.

With the sword energy entering his body, Nan Sixian's pitiful cultivation level of Xiao Xiami, who was in the body training stage, could not even save his life.If you let it go, you will definitely die within a moment.

It's just that she has great fortune and fate, and she happens to meet a person with a strong sense of responsibility who will help her escort her with the supreme sword intent.

In a faint, Nan Sixian felt as if her body was being caressed by a pair of soft and cool jade hands.

Wherever the hands passed by, the pain immediately subsided, and finally turned into a trace of coolness filling the meridians.Even the body that had been scorched by the sword qi and was constantly burning and aching, slowly dissipated under the inexplicable light touch.

Then, the sky filled with aura filled fiercely towards her sea of ​​qi like crazy, and the surging force expanded it until she couldn't save any more.

The rest of the spiritual energy flowed wildly unwillingly, and finally refined into the bones of her whole body under the catalysis of the sword intent, sublimating those fragile mortal bones into a crystal clear jade color.

Unknowingly, the body training stage has surpassed Dacheng, and even the Qi training stage has easily surpassed the ninth level of perfection under the protection of the sword intent.If it weren't for Nan Sixian's own state of mind that was far from enough, I'm afraid she could even break through the foundation-building stage that was previously unattainable.

It is not an exaggeration to say that cultivation has no time.The white-haired swordsman simply combed Nan Sixian's meridians injured by the ink sword, and the sunset was already unknowingly ushered in.

The combing process has come to an end, she sits cross-legged and concentrates on her heart, and turns into the actual sword intent to shrink or expand in the opponent's body, continuously strengthening her fragile meridians with mysterious means.

Next, as long as the tenacious meridians are used to expel that trace of sword energy from the body, the problem can be solved.

But at this moment, an accident happened.

In the depths of Nan Sixian's sea of ​​Qi, a little golden light condensed unknowingly, and then the sword energy that should have been expelled from the body was attracted back and went straight into the sea of ​​Qi.

Jin Mang and Jian Qi are entangled with each other.

In the end, they merged into one inexplicably harmonious rhythm, turning into a golden cocoon of sword light.

Immediately afterwards, mysterious auras formed countless lines to draw and connect in her sea of ​​qi.

A little bit of star light illuminates the deep darkness, the previously unknown so-called light spots become the formation base, the lines of aura become the formation map, and the cocoon of the sword glow becomes the formation eye.

This undoubtedly formed the most natural principle of the sword formation, and from then on, she could move more freely in this sword formation.

----Um?This may be better than excreting it.

With a change of mind, she no longer insisted, and after placing the sleeping Nan Sixian on the bamboo bed, she came to Mo Jian alone.

The light-white jade fingers caressed the dimly lit sword body intimately as if caressing a lover, and her long eyelashes drooped down, making it hard to see the colors in her eyes at this time.

"After so many years, someone finally stepped into this Zhu family's small residence."

The cold and indifferent voice, because of recalling certain things, brought a trace of ambiguous emotion, and lost the original tranquility.

At the same time, the ink sword's brilliance is radiant, dispersing endless sword energy, and condensing the sky and snow.

The bone-cold snow fluttered and fell, quietly sticking to the swordsman's body, and turned into traces of water again, but the eternal chill had already penetrated deeply into his heart.

"You don't have to worry too much, I understand. How can I make the same mistake again, how can I make it again..."

The snow-colored hair was blown by the mountain wind at night, and the faint blue light transformed by the aura made her delicate doll-like face even more eye-catching.

The slender and beautiful hands tightly grasped the arms that still had Nan Sixian's warmth, suppressing a few glaring red marks.

The silent and beautiful figure is like the fluttering snow lit by the supreme sword intent——

It's so beautiful, it's not easy, it's so cold, it makes people feel distressed.

The moon sinks and the sun rises, and another morning comes.

The sleepy girl struggled to open her closed eyes under the cold wind.

On the top, there is a ceiling that has never been seen before.

Nan Sixian finally sorted out the recent events and realized where she was.

———Speaking of which, I followed that white-haired girl to her house, and then I was stunned by her sword? !No, you can't suffer in vain, you have to ask her for some benefits!

She sat up abruptly, not noticing the well-fitting new clothes and her breakthrough cultivation, and angrily pushed open the door to ask for justice.

But just looking up, all the lectures turned into nothingness amidst the magnificent beauty.

The stunning woman who is like a sword and snow turns her head around in the golden sunlight, with a cold face without any emotion at all, but it makes her heart beat faster like Fan Luo's drumbeat, and she can't help herself. .

"Are you awake? Are you all right?"

It fit her image very well, the tone of the woman's mouth was unrestrained, calm and caring, and then she added another sentence as if she suddenly remembered something.

"That's right. If you must address me, then call me Jixue."