Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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Su Shaoying withered.

After being expelled from the status of sword repairer by Chuuxue, he was really withered.

From his heart to his person, it was like being drained dry by the world's most vicious goblin.

He was so sad, so sad, so sad that he didn't know how he got back to the inn where Shimen was temporarily staying.

By the time he realized it, he had already buried himself in the quilt with a swish, rolling himself into a sad caterpillar.

He wanted to find his mother to complain, but his mother was not there.Looking again, the senior and junior fellows were not there either.

He understood that it was his *father who left him again, and took the elder brother and the younger brother together to find youth.

This made him feel even more sad, and the little heart that had finally stuck together was smashed into colorful slag.

His eyes are always like this.

As a generation of middle-aged and elderly sword cultivators, his body is cold, fierce, and always expressionless, looking domineering and old-fashioned.But it was such a staid old man who had developed a strange habit of going down the mountain to look for youth at some point, and he didn't take him with him every time.

It's too much, obviously they all come from the same pie.

Even now, when the seven senior brothers and sisters plus * went down the mountain together, * would not take him with him when he slipped out.

The sad Erying asked the reason several times, and each time his dear *father would hold his head, put on an iceberg mask, and tell him with kindness in his eyes, "Because, you are still young .”

Erying doesn't understand, Erying doesn't understand.He knew that he was very young, but his younger brother was younger than him, so why would any younger brother be able to go, but he couldn't.

Is it because the little brother was malnourished when he was a child, so that now he has a few yellowish white hairs in the middle of the black hair at a young age?

This is discrimination, this is Chiguoguo discrimination.

Erying refuses to accept

If his little brother was here, he would definitely tell his dear second brother very seriously

Sometimes, a person's maturity and vicissitudes are not reflected in age, but in psychology.

Just like him and his second senior brother Su Shaoying.As a junior brother, he is indeed a few years younger than the second senior brother, but psychologically, he has already gone through hardships, under the beating of love given by his wife and senior sisters on the sword practice field.

Although his current strength is not enough to become a sword cultivator, his heart has already climbed to the peak of sword cultivator.

His heart is already cold.

It was so cold that even seeing the ups and downs and waves of the world of mortals would not cause the slightest tremor.

As for the second senior brother, his heart is still so fragile, like glass, it will shatter with a light poke.

It doesn't matter if it is easy to break, others are always eating lemons, even the sword god who is regarded as his peer can be detected by him.

Too naive, this second senior brother.The younger brother recognized it.

Of course, childishness is not the main reason.The real reason is that the youth they *are looking for is not ordinary.

It is difficult to explain the specialness of this youth, but it can be said that this speciality will make the second brother sour and suffocate.It also has a nice and poetic name, a name that many pure sword cultivators know

Snow blowing at the city gate.

Of course, this name is unknown to Erying.At this time, Erying was still sad, curled up under the blanket, humming.

He was so sad and desolate, even the elder sister who was the most skilled swordsman couldn't help but be moved when she heard it, she couldn't calmly understand the sword after being pierced by the magic sound.

The elder sister pushed open the door, came to Erying's bed and sat down.

As the so-called eldest sister is like a mother, as the oldest woman in the division, the eldest sister has become a great mother at a young age.

Of course, this is not a physical mother, but a psychological one.Because she is not raising children, but a group of grudges called juniors and younger sisters.

Oh, and occasionally to feed her senior brother, that waste who is only half a month older than her, looks silent and reliable, but actually screams when he sees a cockroach.

She's used to it, in this place where all the men are trash except women.

She gently patted the sad caterpillar on the bed named Junior Brother, just like when she was a child comforting a carrot head who lost in a fight.

Erying got a head out of the quilt and looked at his senior sister.

His eldest sister is so beautiful, with a pair of bright and slender phoenix eyes.She lowered her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and gently patted his shoulder across the quilt.

Erying knew that his elder sister had a gentle heart, just like a mother, lovingly comforting his heart.

However, her expression was cold, without a hint of emotion, not comforting, but threatening.

It's full of threats of "snag your dog's head off if you hum again".

Erying can understand, after all, Elder Sister is a sword cultivator, from heart to body to face, even her speech has implemented the habit of a perfect sword cultivator.

But Erying was still a little scared, and couldn't help but tremble with fear when she met her gaze.

Just like now, he couldn't help but shrink his feet while hiding under the quilt.

The sister asked, "What's wrong?"

Erying grieved, "Some people say, I'm not a swordsman."

The elder sister stroked his dog's head.

She really wanted to say this was the truth, but considering the second junior brother's fragile glass heart, she still chose to swallow the words.

After all, Second Junior Brother is so fragile.Once the heart is broken, she, the elder sister, has to stick it together with maternal love.

This is really troublesome and affects her sword practice.

The elder sister chose to use a kind of white lie.Just like countless times before, she used her identity as a young sword cultivator to refute such words.

So she softened her eyebrows and asked her junior brother, "Who is he?"

The younger brother sniffed, "It's the man I wanted to challenge but was rejected."

Oh, looks like at least a young swordsman.The senior sister thought to herself.

Erying always likes to challenge some swordsmen to prove his strength, sometimes it is Wudang, sometimes it is Huashan.Sometimes he would have a whim to challenge some sword repairers.

However, there are not many young sword cultivators in this generation, and most of them are comparable to her strength.Thinking about her rebuttal, these people would definitely not say anything.

So she asked again, "What's his name?"

Erying "Ximen Chuuxue."

What is Ximen Chuuxue

Then, isn't it that the opponent of * is not even qualified to fight with her, who is the most powerful in the sect? Su Shaoying dares to challenge him with such a shitty swordsmanship!

Erying, Erying, really deserves to be the junior who is nicknamed Erying by everyone.Just this brain, could it be that there is water in it?

The elder sister raised her beautiful hand and patted Su Shaoying's head hard.

Well, it seems that there is indeed the sound of the sea.

She withdrew her hand, and her benevolent gaze suddenly turned cold into ice slag.

"Oh," she said, "well, you deserve it."

Erying's grief surged even more for a moment, and the tears she had finally suppressed multiplied and spurted out.

"Senior Sister, you don't even want to comfort me," he said in disbelief.

The elder sister clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, "Be a monk, don't lie."

Erying was shocked and choked up, "K-Ke Senior Sister, we are the Sword Sect, not monks."

When the three senior sisters who were eavesdropping outside the door heard that they had become a monk, they also opened a crack in the door and poked into the beautiful heads one after another.

The third senior sister looked at the senior sister who had fallen into a state of compassion in the room, and then at Erying who had fallen into self-doubt after not hearing the senior sister's answer for a long time.

She replied, "Yes, Elder Sister. Although we are indeed in Emei, with the Taoist temple on the left and the nunnery on the right, our Sword Sect is really not a monk."

The elder sister closed her eyes and recalled the matter of being single since she was over half a hundred years old, and felt that there was a big difference.

Of course, she also knew that such words were not convincing.

So she nodded and said, "Well, the Sword Sect is indeed not. But, I am."

The second senior sister, who was here to listen to the gossip and was not going to participate in the teacher's debate, was startled, and immediately fell into endless sorrow with the second junior brother.

Yes, she remembered.

A few years ago, their elder brother went to the Taoist temple next door to become a Taoist priest in order to motivate himself.As a big brother, his fiancée, big sister, who was married from a young finger, didn't know if she was raped because of this, so she turned her head and ran to the nunnery on the other side.

The elder sister once explained that this is because she is a traditional woman, and her mind is engraved with the imprint of marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog.

Of course, she knew it was feudalism, but she had been nurtured in that environment day and night before she was adopted by the police, so that she really couldn't change it when she grew up.

So, when she knew that the elder brother was going to be a Taoist priest, she decided to follow her husband.

So I went to the next door and became a nun.

The senior sister said it was an expression of love, but her junior sisters didn't realize it.

One Tao, one Buddha, this is not love, this is hate

The junior sisters consciously saw through the hateful heart under the seemingly calm face of the senior sister, especially the second senior sister.

As the only literary woman in the teacher's school, the second senior sister Sun Xiuqing likes to read and write story books.

Her literary talent is very good, and she has published countless lingering love stories in Jinjiang.

In recent years, her inspiration has dried up, and she was looking forward to rekindling her career through the love between her senior brother and senior sister.

Who ever thought that the inspiration was indeed found, but it was the inspiration of sadomasochism tragedy.

She was a little sad, and couldn't help raising her hand to start writing her new book "Love in Life and Death in Buddhism and Taoism".

Third Senior Sister couldn't understand this either.But out of respect, she never asked, for fear of poking the hurt heart of the elder sister.

But now, a long time has passed, and the elder sister practiced sword while cultivating Buddha, and she has entered the realm of advanced swordsmanship without desires and desires.

The third senior sister felt that the time had come, so she took advantage of the opportunity that the senior senior sister herself raised to become a monk, and raised her inner doubts.

"Senior sister, since you are a husband and wife, why don't you follow to become a Taoist priest, but a nun?"

The senior sister and the senior sister don't know either, she just thinks that the nunnery is pleasing to the eye when she chooses.

But can she say this answer? It sounds very unreasonable. What if she breaks her image of a cold swordsman in the hearts of her juniors and sisters?

So she clasped her hands together, sighed "Amitabha", looked at the junior sister, and said, "Junior sister, it's better for you to answer this question. I think you understand."

The little junior sister looked at her deeply.

Junior sister doesn't understand, and junior sister is not a nun.

Senior Sister, "But didn't you say that you also love Bodhisattvas?"

For a moment, the beautiful little face of the little junior sister was even more serious and serious, like that philosophical saint who had already seen through the world of mortals.

"But," she said, "I love a male Bodhisattva."

The elder sister was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't know that Bodhisattvas are divided into male and female.

Third Senior Sister understood.

She understands too well, the kind of understanding that witnessed the fall of her junior sister.

She deeply knows that the little junior sister loves not only male Bodhisattvas, but also big-breasted male Bodhisattvas.

To put it simply, there is a military man in the garrison camp not far from Emei Mountain who has big chest muscles and likes to bathe by the river in summer.

Hearing the third senior sister's narration, the senior sister's pupils trembled on the spot, and immediately understood the reason why the junior junior sister always disappeared in the hot summer.

The former senior sister thought that the younger junior sister was afraid of the heat and went to the river to steal the coolness, but now thinking about it again, she didn't go to steal the coolness, she was simply going to see the male Bodhisattva take a bath.

"Junior Junior Sister, you are not a male Bodhisattva lover." The senior sister gasped and said in shock, "You, this is"

The little junior sister raised her small hand to stop the senior sister's unfinished words.

She floated faintly into the house, and took out a blooming peony from the vase on the table.

She lowered her eyelids, turned her head, pinched the petals with one hand, smiled slightly, with a holy Buddha nature on her face, "Yes, I admit it. I'm just greedy for him, I*"

"But, I won't change it."

The third senior sister rushed into the room on the spot and covered the younger junior sister's mouth, with tears in her beautiful eyes, she said excitedly, "Sister nonsense, I don't allow you to talk about yourself like that."

"I understand." She said, "You were simply dazzled by the male Bodhisattva."

"That's right, it's normal." The second senior sister also floated in, and affectionately held the younger junior sister's hand, "After all, the male Bodhisattva is always so radiant, using his chest muscles to save sentient beings."

The little junior sister gave the senior sisters a holy look, then pushed away the claws of the third senior sister, and shook her head gracefully.

"No." The little junior sister said, "He doesn't save sentient beings, he only saves me."

The second senior sister threw off her junior sister's hand, and she no longer saw the warmth in an instant, "Damn, so you know he showed it to you on purpose."

The third senior sister was also surprised, "Damn, so you know that he knows that you like to watch him take a bath."

The senior sister could no longer maintain the coldness on her face, and slapped the second junior brother's rolled up quilt fiercely, "Damn, so you all know it, but I don't know."

The elder sister's phoenix eyes narrowed, and she said angrily, "It's all one faction, you crowd out me."

As she said that, she took out her junior brother's pillow, and the next moment, she drew out her sword on the spot, "You guys, let's fight!"

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The innocent second junior brother Su Shaoying silently covered her pained breasts from being slapped by her senior sister in the quilt, retracted into the quilt, and looked at the world junior sisters who had been slapped into a ball, with a sore nose, rolled from a caterpillar into a sad ball .

He was so sad, not only because he was beaten by his senior sister after he didn't get out of the damage caused by Fuxue, but also because of his sword.

He was taken away by the senior sister for the sword used in the fight.

Oh, big sister, don't you have your own sword? Damn it

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Sad Su Shaoying, sad ball.

On the branches of the moon, the young him was still humming in the house, waiting for the return of his brothers and sisters to give him final spiritual comfort.And what about the sisters and sisters?

After a fight in the junior room, the unscathed sisters had already forgotten about the sad brother, patted their beautiful clothes and floated away.

They are also charged with the task given by the government, to find the most famous prodigal son Lu Xiaofeng and ask for some information.

They had already inquired, and Lu Xiaofeng also lived in this inn.

But they didn't look for him during the day, because this guy was too good at running, and once set a record of being hunted by the heroes for several months without being caught.

The sisters didn't want to be in such a troublesome situation at all, so they gathered together to mutter and decided to wait until night.When the guy ran to the kitchen to take a shower, the sisters took the opportunity to rush in and snatch his clothes first, so that he could only stay naked in the bathtub*.

Of course, in order to prevent the sisters from seeing things that should not be seen, the little junior sister who is good at speed also brought a small bucket full of petals to ensure that the water will be covered by thick petals at the first time. Not a shred of water under water.

Everything went smoothly. The sisters successfully avoided the needle's eye and forced out the information they wanted. They were very satisfied. They left the shy Lu Xiaofeng behind and pushed open the kitchen door. Just as they were about to leave, they suddenly realized that there was no one in the courtyard at any time. There was an extra man in white.

It was late at night, and the night was quiet.

The man stood in the courtyard in his clothes, motionless, looking up at the sky, with moonlight shining on his body.

He is so beautiful.

The long body is upright, the white clothes are like snow, the faint moonlight shrouds his body, falls on his hair and eyelashes.

Ah, what a beautiful and cool man

It's so beautiful that it's so beautiful that even the wind and frost's heart begins to fluctuate.

That's right, he is Fubuki.

Everyone recognized him at a glance, he, this grotesquely handsome man, was Fubuki basking in the moon.

He had just come back from practicing the sword, and was going to sleep, but before he stepped into the door, he suddenly remembered what A Jun had said to him in the letter.

A Jun said that Dayu's moon is beautiful, and taking a look at it in the sun will help you practice and cultivate your sentiment.Ah Jun has always posted in the sun since he was a child, and now Ah Cheng also often posts in the sun.

Fubuki doesn't understand how wonderful it is to bask in the moon, but as a sword cultivator who wants to defeat these two and become number one in the future, good brothers and competitors are working hard, how can he lag behind

He decided to do it too.

I really don’t know if I don’t bask in the sun. I was startled when I was in the sun. It turns out that the moonlight is really so beautiful and peaceful, because there are no other people who will appear when basking in the sun.

Fuxue has realized, and Fuxue has finally learned to enjoy the quietness of the moonlit night, to enjoy the quiet and noise-free time that belongs to him alone.

He stayed quietly, raised his head, looked at the sky, and entered the realm of Xuanxuan.

Suddenly, he heard a creaking door opening behind him, followed by hurried footsteps and the faint scent of flowers.

That is the most popular sachet scent at the moment, very popular with women.

Don't ask Fuxue how she knew.Ask, it was his dead father who dangled around him every day when he appeared as Mrs. Yu recently.

The night wind blew gently, rustling the leaves of the small white poplars in the courtyard, and also brought the black hair on the side of Fuxue's face.

The four beauties stopped in their tracks.

They were chirping and chirping to talk about how to report to the police, but they all fell silent after seeing Fuxue.

Fubuki turned his head unhurriedly, and glanced at the group of beautiful women.

He looked indifferently at the people who saw them from their swords, and finally slowly met the phoenix eyes of the tall woman in the lead.

His eyes are so calm, so cold, so sharp.

It was so sharp that it was as if the person in front of him was not a stunningly beautiful woman with a beautiful face, slender waist, and long legs, but a sword repairer who looked like a man.

Facing Jianxiu, Fubuki's eyes are always cold.

Of course, he usually looks cold at people who are not sword cultivators, but that is a different kind of coldness.

The coldness towards the sword cultivator is the coldness full of respect.And the coldness towards Fei Jianxiu is the high coldness that can't see people in the eyes.

Although, ordinary people can't tell the difference between this kind of coldness.But it doesn't matter, every capable and talented swordsman can see it.

Fubuki looked at the beautiful woman coldly.

The four beauties also looked at him.It was cold, and I couldn't help but feel a chill from my heart to my fingertips.

"Ximen Chuuxue." The elder sister said clearly.

Fubuki nodded slowly.He didn't speak, and the elder sister also closed her mouth after saying this sentence.

At the first moment of meeting, both Fuxue and the senior sister have already recognized each other's identity

Sword repair.

Even though there is a big difference in strength between the two, Chuuxue admits that the person in front of him is of the same kind as him, a pure swordsman with pride engraved in his bones.

Does strength matter? Of course.

But the identity of a sword cultivator is not determined by strength, but by heart.

Just like Su Shaoying who was denied by Chuuxue during the day, he is a good swordsman and has strength.But his heart is not stable enough, not sincere enough to the sword.

Therefore, he is not a sword cultivator at this time.

But the person in front of him is different.

Her eyes, her breath, everything about her is showing that she is a strong and pure swordsman.

There is no need for verbal communication between real sword cultivators.

They stared at both sides, silently, silently.

The wind blows faintly.Small white poplar leaves fluttered down.

The little junior sister secretly rubbed her arm, then poked the third senior sister, very puzzled, "So, what are they doing?"

The third senior sister covered her mouth, "Don't talk, be serious, they are having a sword repair exchange."

The little junior sister suddenly realized.

It turns out that, as expected of a senior sister, she has already entered the mysterious realm of sword repair, and she can also have professional exchanges with top sword repair Fubuki.

The two backed away silently, and decided to leave the venue for two professional sword repairmen.

But just as they were about to retreat, they suddenly discovered a terrible phenomenon

Their second senior sister didn't move

The Second Senior Sister, the always clever Second Senior Sister, stared blankly at Chuuxue's handsome white jade face at this moment, her eyes were wide open, she didn't even blink.

The third senior sister felt that something was wrong when she saw it.

Second Senior Sister, Second Senior Sister, she is fascinated by beauty

God

Don't ask how the third senior sister knows, ask because the third senior sister has seen this look in the eyes of the younger junior sister, the eyes that are fascinated by the big-breasted male Bodhisattva.

The little junior sister couldn't believe it, she whispered to the third senior sister, "How could this be so, the second sister is obviously used to people who are used to the wind and frost, how could she still be blinded by beauty?"

Hey, listen, listen to this nonsense, you, a beloved male bodhisattva, have the nerve to say that you are the ignorant second sister

The third senior sister gave the younger junior sister a scornful look, "What kind of person is she used to seeing the world of mortals, she is not always single"

The little junior sister was taken aback, "What isn't it? Didn't she write a lot of love stories? She even sold a lot of them in Jinjiang."

"It's all in Jinjiang, so what if there are a lot of book sales?" The third senior sister rolled her eyes, "It doesn't affect her being single."

The little junior sister thought about it carefully.

Also, Jinjiang has always been a magical place, and 90.00% of the best-selling love story writers there are single.

Moreover, she is still single.

The junior sisters were beeping softly here, but the second senior sister over there couldn't hear anything.At this time, her eyes were full of Fubuki, the man who looked like a fairy under the moonlight.

Oh, his eyes are so beautiful, as bright as stars.

The bridge of his nose is so straight, like the spine of a mountain.

His shoulders are so broad, like the four seas.

His waist is so thin.His *, several and warped

what

what

Even the fluttering white clothes can't hide the curls.

At this moment, tears of envy almost flowed from the corner of Second Senior Sister's mouth.

She felt it, her heart was beating.

The little deer in his heart, who has been swimming in the Jinjiang storybook world for many years and has long been accustomed to seeing the world of mortals fall into dead silence, at this moment, at this sacred moment, suddenly jumps up from his deathbed, jumping up to at least ten miles high.

咣当咣当，在她的胸膛里满地乱窜，用那最为美妙柔嫩的脑袋哐哐撞她少女内心的大墙。

ah what is this

This, this is love

Second Senior Sister blushed and silently covered her chest.

Her breathing is a little short of breath, which is normal, and it happens when a single mother-fetal encounters love.

It's just that the second senior sister is a little exaggerated, because her nose is not very good, and it is often not smooth due to pollen in spring and summer.

Maybe it was because her sniffing sound was a bit too loud, or maybe it was because the exchange with Jianxiu was finally over, and Chuixue moved her eyes, and finally gave Second Senior Sister a look.

He looked at the second senior sister who was next to the senior sister, and then at the sword on the second senior sister's back.

It was a pair of swords. According to legend, it was left by the famous sword repairer Gongsun many, many years ago, and now it is in the hands of one of the four masters of Emei.

Fuxue didn't know who was holding this sword among the Four Shows, but he knew that no matter who it was, the person who could hold this sword must be a sword cultivator.Even if the strength is not enough now, it will definitely be in the future.

Fuxue glanced at her sword, then at her man.She raised her hand, holding a basin in her hand.

It was the scalding hot water that she and her sisters used to threaten Lu Xiaofeng when they interrogated Lu Xiaofeng, but now it is cold.She was ready to throw it away as soon as she went out, but who would have thought that she would meet Fuxue, a fairy man who made her look at him and immediately forgot her intentions.

Holding the basin in her hand, she stared at him blankly.

Fubuki also looked at it, and then looked at the side not far from him.

Oh, there is a bucket of steaming water, presumably Xiaoer has boiled it for the guests to take by themselves.

Looking behind them again, the edge of a bathtub can be vaguely seen in the room.

At this moment, Chuuxue realized.

He remembered what Ah Jun had written in his letter.Ah Jun said that some people like to take a bath, but hate to take a bath.Because I have to get the bath water, especially when the water is cold after half of the bath.

So heavy, so cold, and so annoying.

Like spinach, he gets fussy every time he takes a shower.

At this time, the kind-hearted sword cultivator should give full play to his abilities, give roses to others, and help carry the hot water bucket.

Fubuki understood.No wonder these beauties appeared in such a hurry, because unlike Fubuki, they couldn't stand cold showers.

Seeing that their senior sister is also a sword cultivator, the kind Fuxue decided to help them.

He quietly floated aside to pick up a bucket half a person's height, walked across half of the courtyard to the beautiful woman, kindly took the basin from the beautiful woman's hand, and then placed the bucket in her hand smoothly. superior.

The beautiful woman looked at him and opened her mouth slightly.

She seemed to want to say something, but before she could say anything, she was coldly interrupted by Chuuxue.

Coldly, a holy word of "You're welcome", turned around and floated away coldly.

Seeing Fuxue's tall, fairy-like back, feeling the suffocating weight in her hands, at this moment, Second Senior Sister's eyes became hot.

sour.

Not only by the weight in her hand, but also by the damn hot air, and also a little dry.

Is this true love? The second senior sister muttered to herself.

No wonder it's so heavy.

It was so heavy that it ached from the heart to the hands.

The little junior sister looked at the full bucket in the senior sister's hand, and couldn't help thinking for a moment.

"No." The junior sister said, "Senior sister, you are wrong. It's just that the bucket is too heavy."

The second senior sister turned her head stiffly to look at her gentle and lovely little junior sister, looking at her sweet and lively eyes.

The second senior sister couldn't help her nose sore, and spit out a profound truth, "A person's mouth can be opened and closed."

"I know." The junior sister scratched her head, "So"

The second senior sister's long eyelashes trembled, and a crystal tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"So if you can't speak, don't say it." She choked up and said, "Shut up, little sister."