Chapter 10 Sword Practice in the Square
The five pieces of cake were quickly eaten by Ruan Sanniang. She licked the crumbs of the cake on her lips, feeling a little unfinished.
"This pastry is delicious, but it's a pity that there are so few."
Ruan Sanniang looked at the empty oil paper with a look of longing in her eyes.
But for some reason, after eating these five pastries, which could barely fill her stomach, she didn't feel hungry at all.
Ruan Sanniang suppressed her greed, hastily tidied up the house, and went to sleep on the bed.
Everything is quiet, and the soft snow is silent.
On Guanyue Peak, two figures walked side by side.
"Sister Chima..." Looking at the slender figure that was as cold as a fairy, like a green lotus left in the world, the young man said, "I didn't know that you were already the Jade Fairy on the mountain."
"When the people from the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect found me, they only said they would help me find you, but they didn't tell me any news about you."
"I..." Wei Shaoqing paused and continued, "I want to see you so much, even if I just take a look at you from a distance, I will be satisfied, so I don't think deeply about the Qiushuang Sword Sect's intentions."
Or maybe he had thought about Qiushuang Sword Sect's intentions, but because of his own selfishness, he acquiesced in their approach.
Li Jinzhen looked at her with clear and clean eyes for a moment, smiled sweetly, and said with certainty every word: "Li Jinzhen is still Li Jinzhen."
"What about Fairy Yurong? That's all made up by them. Li Jinzhen doesn't recognize it, and Brother Shaoqing doesn't need to pay attention to it."
Her eyes were clear and gentle, and her voice was sweet and sweet: "The Qiu Shuang Sword Sect is here for me, but I want to thank them for at least helping me find Brother Shaoqing."
From the moment people from the Qiushuang Sword Sect found Wei Shaoqing, he was destined to be helpless. None of this is his fault.
The young man finally showed his joy of reunion.
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Chaoyang Peak, Wuyuan.
The fire in Ruan Sanniang's house has been extinguished, but the candles in the other room are still bright.
Ning Fusang sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the east window, with her palms upward. A red light flew out from the palm of her right hand. It was clearly visible that it was a rectangular symbol.
The symbol unfolded and turned into a scroll, with a shadow of a sword standing on the scroll. The sword was extremely short, only twelve inches long, and the hilt alone took up three inches. The nine-inch sword is slender, flexible and shining.
Looking back, there are many empty spaces on the sword heart diagram, but it is easy to see that the empty shadows are all in the shape of swords.
Ning Fusang picked up ten spiritual stones from his left hand and threw them into the sword heart diagram. When he held it with his right hand, the symbol disappeared.
Looking at the spirit stone that had fallen down in the wooden box, Ning Fusang's thoughts were wandering and he was a little absent-minded.
The sword heart map does not lack spiritual power, but this sword needs to be fed with spiritual stones from time to time.
And she is so poor, where can she get so many spiritual stones?
Ning Fusang pulled up the quilt and covered his face.
The next morning.
The rays of sunlight shone in from the window. Ning Fusang sat up immediately and sat on the bed for a while before getting up, folding the bedding, and going out to wash up.
There was a large vat in the yard, and a thin layer of ice formed on the water. Ning Fusang picked up the wooden ladle next to it, broke the ice, and scooped out water to wash her face.
At this time Ruan Sanniang opened the door and came out.
She was a little stunned and shocked when she saw Ning Fusang washing her face with ice water. It took her a while to find her voice: "How about I go boil some hot water."
When she first came to Fairy Mountain, Ruan Sanniang still retained the habits and cognition of the secular world.
Ning Fusang had finished wiping his face and walked out of the yard, saying calmly: "No need."
As for the unnecessary things, Ning Fusang didn't mention anything. When Ruan Sanniang found out that there was no place to light a fire, she would naturally understand.
Ruan Sanniang went to the edge of the tank and scooped up half a ladle of water. She stretched out her hand and touched it. She felt a bone-chilling chill, which was as bad as the sky. Her fingers were numb and had no feeling. "Can this water really wash your face?" Ruan Sanniang looked at Mu Lao and was stunned for a while.
In the end, she used the ice water to wash herself hastily, and her whole face turned red in patches.
There is no class today, so it is a day off for them so that they can get familiar with the roads of Chaoyang Peak and adapt to the life of the sect.
Ruan Sanniang remembered that Ning Fusang was wearing the clothes distributed by the sect before going out, so she turned around and entered the house, changing into sect clothes as well.
The clothes on her back were extra close to her body and warm. Ruan Sanniang felt a little dazed when she saw her outfit in the bronze mirror.
The person in the mirror is her, but not like her.
Blue coat and white clothes, fresh and quiet, but really have a bit of fairy spirit for no reason.
Ruan Sanniang touched this dress and felt unprecedented satisfaction. Then she sat down and looked through the "Book of Rules and Precepts".
A piece of flower note is tucked into the title page of the book.
"Can you go to Taiyuan Hall to get back what you brought?"
Ruan Sanniang felt happy when she saw the beautiful small characters on the flower note. She quickly took the flower note and hurried to Taiyuan Hall.
When passing by a square, Ruan Sanniang couldn't help but take a second look. There were many people practicing swords there, and the sword stands were almost empty. The most important thing was that she seemed to see Senior Sister Ning.
Ruan Sanniang opened her eyes and looked carefully, confirming that the person was Ning Fusang.
The girl in a blue coat and white clothes held a black iron sword in her hand, with a sword flower in her hand, and stabbed into the void, full of power.
Ruan Sanniang only felt that the sword she danced was particularly beautiful, flowing smoothly without any pause. With a slight twist of her wrist, the black iron sword in her hand flashed rapidly like thunder and lightning.
"It turns out that Senior Sister Ning went out so early to practice sword practice here." Ruan Sanniang was fascinated by the sight unknowingly, and after a long time, she hurried away.
"I almost forgot about the real thing."
Ning Fusang practiced her sword for a while, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead. She put the sword on her back, ready to rest for a while before continuing.
A bit of cold light pierced out diagonally.
Ning Fusang reacted very quickly. He held his sword to block, and his arm was numb from the shock.
Clang!
The swords collided, making a crisp sound and shooting out sparks.
After a few rounds, the black iron sword in Ning Fusang's hand became pitted and unbearable to look at.
"He Jiaxiu." Ning Fusang called her calmly, with no emotion in his words.
He Jiaxiu raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"
Ning Fusang looked at her, opened her thin lips, and uttered two words: "I'm sick."
Hearing this, He Jiaxiu burst into laughter, her eyebrows dancing with joy, as bright as spring:
"I'm giving you tricks, Ning Fusang, don't you know what's good and what's wrong." He Jiaxiu stroked her spirit sword without looking at Ning Fusang's face. She said leisurely: "You are now studying with the new disciples. , what a shame if you are not as good as them.”
"As a classmate, I can't bear to see you in such a predicament."
He Jiaxiu tilted his head and looked at her: "How about we practice swordsmanship?"
Ning Fusang rolled his eyes: "You, a person at the peak of the second level, want to compete with me, a person at the first level, to learn swordsmanship?"
"He Jiaxiu, you are so boring."
Ning Fusang walked around her and put the sword back on the stand. She looked around and saw that there was no more black iron sword left, so she simply avoided He Jiaxiu.
(End of chapter)