Only then did Shen Yuanxi understand that the previous sentence was about Ning Fusang.
However, he still watched his master's moves carefully.
Yu Wanwu swung his long sword, and there was an explosive sound in the air. The sharp sword energy overflowed, and even though he was three feet away, he felt his cheeks sting.
This is just a starting point and does not contain any sword moves in it.
It can be seen that the sword of the great master of swordsmanship is unparalleled.
Yu Wanwu did not use his spiritual power, and the sword followed him. When it was thrust out, the tip of the sword trembled, as if there were stars twinkling. Suddenly, the long sword turned around, and the sword light surged, fluttering like falling flowers.
His sword moves are not only sharp, but also closely connected, rich and refined, just like a dignified and elegant celebrity.
The sword is so attractive that it looks like an independent immortal left behind in the world.
Ning Fusang's expression was serious and solemn, and he was constantly rehearsing his sword skills in his mind. The sword moves were disassembled and reassembled with great clarity.
The long sword shook for a few times, and the sword energy and sword light flew out and disappeared into the clouds. Yu Wanwu stood with the sword behind his back, his left palm looped inward, and a circle like ripples in the water appeared on the sword flat.
Ning Fusang and Shen Yuanxi couldn't help but take a few big steps back.
The cool breeze blows away the light clouds, and nine stars jump and twinkle.
After a cup of tea, the stars flickered and fell, like shooting stars, across the night sky, sinking into the ripple circle, causing waves to rise, lifting people's robes like drums, and flying green hair.
The disciple who got up from the night rubbed his eyes and muttered: "That was a shooting star just now, right? It's a pity that it flew too fast and didn't have time to make a wish."
"After living for twenty or thirty years, this is the first time I've seen a shooting star."
This disciple was not the only one who saw this scene. The disciple was in the middle. Because of the meteor, there was a slight tidal wave. Everyone stayed up all night, talking about this new thing until dawn.
At this time, on Jianping.
Yu Wanwu looked at the two of them: "How much have you understood?"
Shen Yuanxi twisted his sleeves and whispered: "Five, six, seven or eight, right?"
Realizing that Yu Wanwu's eyes were on him, he quickly changed his words and said firmly: "Fifty-six out of ten."
Shen Yuanxi had already learned the Nanxing Sword Technique and learned it to the fifth level. Five or six times out of ten, he only read it once and remembered nothing.
But Shen Yuanxi didn't dare to lie. He would rather say that he didn't know what he was saying, rather than pretending to be false, as he would be asked to demonstrate again.
Moreover, according to his master's strict requirements, he was completely incapable of the simple sixth and seventh sword techniques.
Ning Fusang rehearsed the complete Nanxing Sword in his mind, and then said: "Students should probably have memorized it, but I haven't tried it, so I don't know if it will work."
Shen Yuanxi opened his eyes slightly and looked at her in disbelief.
Junior sister Ning is really brave.
Yu Wanwu's expression softened slightly, "You demonstrate it once, and I will help you take a look."
Ning Fusang made a sword salute, took a long step back, and drew out his sword.
Her posture is as graceful as a fairy, her sword skills are exquisitely beautiful, and her sword energy and sword light float out from the Su'a sword, condensing into a sword star.
It's as weak as a grain of rice, but it's clearly visible.
Ning Fusang leaned forward, stepped forward, drew back his sword, and sealed the sword back into its scabbard.
Shen Yuanxi was stunned, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "Junior sister Ning, you are really good..."
Both of them ignored him. A look of admiration flashed in Yu Wanwu's eyes, and he said in a soft tone: "The Sword Star has just been formed. It's great to be like this. Just wait for it to be consolidated. The nine Sword Stars are just your starting point."
There are tens of thousands of stars, how can the southern star have an end?
Throughout ten thousand years of history, the pinnacle of the Southern Star Sword lies with the Yaohua ancestors, but countless descendants are climbing this peak.
Shen Yuanxi pinched himself. It was not a dream, his master was really praising him.
I have lived so long that I can see everything.
At five o'clock in the morning, the light of dawn has appeared on the horizon. On Jianping, there were only two people, Shen Yuanxi and Ning Fusang. "Junior Sister Ning, aren't you leaving?"
She said calmly: "I'm watching the sunrise."
Ning Fusang put away her Su'a sword and sat on the edge of the sword flat, her blue and white clothes flying in the air.
Shen Yuanxi simply didn't leave. He sat down a foot away, stretched his hands behind his back, and turned around and said, "I didn't expect Junior Sister Ning to have such a leisurely and elegant attitude."
"Brother Shen, don't you know that I have always been an elegant person?"
Shen Yuanxi said this in Qingyang Zhenren's music class.
He thought back and nodded in agreement.
Taking a closer look at Ning Fusang's daily activities, sword dancing, listening to the piano, reading history, stargazing, and admiring the sun, it's... really elegant.
Shen Yuanxi suddenly felt like I was dirty with the pearls and jade beside me.
"Guan Zhuyin and Fan Yuming are about to return to the sect. There will be a banquet at Fangshi's restaurant. Will Junior Sister Ning go?"
After all, after eight months of friendship, Shen Yuanxi must go.
He remembered this and asked in passing.
"There are too many people, so I won't go."
Ning Fusang's answer did not disappoint Shen Yuanxi. He couldn't stop talking and changed the subject again, "Wei Shaoqing is missing. Senior Sister Jinzhen has been looking for him. Junior Sister Ning, do you think he is missing or dead?"
Ning Fusang said indifferently: "His death is in line with the wishes of many people, including you, Shen Yuanxi, isn't it?"
For a genius like Shen Yuanxi, before he knew the realm, there would be no problems in his cultivation. The time when he went to Tingyintang happened to be the same day when Wei Shaoqing went up the mountain.
Ning Fusang is deaf to things happening outside the window, but she has a sharp mind. It is not difficult to know everything about many things at a glance.
She spoke so straightforwardly, which made Shen Yuanxi slightly embarrassed, but then the mood completely dissipated.
"I just feel sorry for Senior Sister Jinzhen, but I don't want Wei Shaoqing to die either."
How could he be so vicious.
Ning Fusang's voice was flat and asked him: "Who are you, Senior Sister Jinzhen, to complain for her? Senior Sister Jinzhen, does she have any grievances? Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, even if there is no love between a man and a woman, they are the closest people in this world. ”
The disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect complained about the innocent senior sister and treated Wei Shaoqing coldly.
Sun Baidao, a casual cultivator who only met once in the city, wanted to kill the fairy who he regarded as a goddess in his heart to wipe out his existence.
Lu Ningxiang, the eldest lady of the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect, who regarded Li Jinzhen as her lifelong enemy, also felt that an ordinary person was not worthy of Li Jinzhen, so she killed him with a knife.
Ning Fusang had the ability to save him, but she chose to watch.
Let me ask, which monk in the world has not climbed to the top of the mountain by stepping on the bones of all living beings?
Those who practice Taoism are the most ruthless.
A mortal skeleton buried in the snow-capped mountains, life as pale as snow.
Even Silkworm Ling, who had been with Wei Shaoqing day and night for ten years, when she learned that he was dead, was just happy that she had escaped from the youth's Dantian prison.
Shen Yuanxi muttered: "My state of mind has been corrected long ago."
He later understood that it was a matter between Wei Shaoqing and Senior Sister Jinzhen, and outsiders had no right to interfere, so he concentrated on his cultivation and stopped listening to the gossip on the mountain. His cultivation had reached a small level.
It's getting light.
The clouds are purple and the morning sun is red.
Warm and bright light shone on Ning Fusang's face, and she smiled slowly.
The light shines brightly on me, and the fusang shines on me.
(End of chapter)