Now that we're in a book, isn't it reasonable to use some cheats?

Twenty years ago, when Yan Shian was still a disciple of the sect.

He has always aspired to be like his ancestor, who was talking about cultivation and being the number one in the world of cultivation, not dying young.

"Shi An, are you going to the sword tomb again?" That day, I was bumped into by the master by chance. The master seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had something to say.

Master An said respectfully, "My disciple has nothing to do, so I'll go and take a look."

"Alas." Finally, the master sighed and said to him, "You go to the sword tomb every now and then, just because of that sword."

He knew the whereabouts of all the sects.

And he was young and energetic, so naturally he wanted to take a gamble.

Yan Shian's eyes could not hide his ambition: "Master, what if..."

"There's no chance of a crisis." The master interrupted him sternly. He remembered that when he was young, he had the same idea as him.

Holding a lucky mentality.

But in the end, repeated failures made him give up.

"Master, why are you so sure that nothing has happened?" Yan Shian was stunned.

This seemed to be the first time since he became his disciple that his master had used this tone and directly responded with an affirmative answer to break his resolve.

Could there be some unspeakable secret?

Having said that, the master did not hide anything: "Your master once said that the sword is in a semi-sealed state and cannot be recognized as the owner."

"Once you acknowledge your master, no matter if you are from the sect or someone else, you cannot ask for it back, because this is the choice of our ancestors."

This was also the important reason why he did not ask Su Ning to return the sword.

Otherwise, since the sword is like a divine weapon of the sect, how could he allow an outsider to take it into his possession? It is impossible.

He is still the apprentice of Yang Dianfeng.

……

Looking at his brother who was sighing for the fifty-fifth time, Yan Tingshan whispered, "Brother, you've been sighing for the whole morning. Is it that serious?"

It was already yesterday that the divine sword was taken away.

After carrying his brother back, his brother stayed awake all night. He sat in the yard sighing like a madman, and he couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

He spoke, undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Because Yan Shian didn't want to see him the most, he was ready to show him some loving care, but he picked up a stool and said, "Beat you to death, you traitor!"

If he hadn't brought people to the sword tomb, how could he have lost a sword?

He would rather the sword rot in the ground than let Yang Cheng get it for free. At least the sword is still in Lingyu Sect and can serve as a deterrent.

What's the matter now?

"Brother, I was wrong." Yan Tingshan was prepared. When he saw the familiar stool, he ran to the door and closed it.

After this sitting, he would probably have to stay in bed for half a month.

Seeing that he still dared to run away, Yan Shian said, "Open the door for me."

"Brother, listen to me first." Yan Tingshan leaned against the door and came up with a bad idea: "Isn't it just a sword?"

"Yang Cheng kidnapped your people right under your nose, and now you kidnap his people. You succeeded, and both the people and the sword belong to our sect."

"..." Yan Shian was silent.

When he really thought about it, he saw Su Ning's annoying actions and his cultivation level in the Qi Refining Stage, and he felt that his future was hopeless.

He refused bluntly: "She is too weak, our sect doesn't want her."

"She's still weak?" Yan Tingshan was just making things worse, deliberately adding insult to injury: "She can pull out the sword that even you, my brother, can't."

"Yan! Ting! Shan!"

"No." Before his brother could break through the door, he ran away: "I want to touch the ancestor's sword."

Before leaving, he did not forget to commit suicide.

This made Yan Shi'an so angry that he kicked the door dozens of meters away on the spot.

the other side.

Mu Xiaoyu stared at the sword on the table and said worriedly, "Senior Sister, why don't we run away overnight? I'm afraid we'll be silenced."

He didn't feel anything yesterday.

But after a night of deep thought, he couldn't help but feel scared. The sword was passed down from the Lingyu Sect and was now in the hands of his senior sister.

They are afraid that their leader will not let it go.

"Junior brother, you worry too much." Su Ning waved his hand disapprovingly.

What he could think of, Su Ning could naturally think of as well. If Master Yan An wanted to ask for the magic sword back, he would have asked for it at that time and there would be no need to pretend to faint.

Besides, it was already this late, but he didn't come to stop her.

I'm afraid he has already admitted defeat.

"hope so……"

"I haven't taken a good look at this sword yet." Su Ning picked up the sword and wanted to study it again, but there was a dead noise coming from the door.

Yan Shian did not come to stop her.

It was his younger brother who came to stop her, no, to disgust her.

"Little lady~"

I saw a long leg stretched out from the door, and then Yan Tingshan appeared in front of the two of them, with one hand on the door.

The other hand was placed on his forehead in a posture that was difficult to comment on. What was even more outrageous was that he found the clothes from nowhere.

The front of the dress is split to the waist...

"How is it? Are you stunned by my charming manners?"

Mu Xiaoyu: "..." What is that? It's so eye-catching.

Su Ning: “…” Was he stimulated by something?

"Why aren't you talking?" Thinking that she was impressed by his beauty, Yan Tingshan threw him a coquettish glance and walked towards them step by step.

He continued to disgust them: "Are you all obsessed with it?"

The two finally took a few steps back in nausea.

Su Ning was even more like she was facing a formidable enemy. She held her sword in front of her and looked alert: "I advise you not to come over, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

"You want to plot against them..."

"Fuck you."

Seeing that he didn't listen and was still approaching them, Su Ning couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him away: "Don't disgust us."

Dressing like this is like wearing nothing, and behaving in such a disgusting way.

He's just like a prostitute in a brothel.

"I... did something wrong." Yantingshanren flew away.

Because the clothes were loose, they directly covered Su Ning's head. She was so angry that she threw the clothes to the ground and stepped on them twice.

"What grown man wears this kind of clothes!"

"Senior sister..." Mu Xiaoyu subconsciously shrank her neck when she saw this: "It seems that all the clothes are like this, they are formal clothes."

The clothes are decent.

The fact that Yan Tingshan can dress in a nondescript way is entirely because of other people's nondescriptness.

Su Ning: “…” Does it depend on whether the person wearing it is decent?

"Forget it." The people had already flown away, and there was no need to disgust them. Su Ning didn't want to dwell on it any longer, and continued to complete the unresearched tasks.

But he kicked Yantingshan away.

Another Yan Shi'an came, and it seemed like the two brothers had an agreement.

However, yesterday was a big blow to him, but today it was fine. As soon as he saw the clothes on the ground, he gritted his teeth.

"Not only did you take my sect's sword, but you also stole my clothes?"

More than just stealing.

She even stepped on it, and the size 48 shoe print betrayed her.

“……?” His clothes?

Guessing that it was the kid from Yan Tingshan, wearing his brother's clothes and posing coquettishly, Su Ning distanced himself from the matter: "It was worn by your brother."

"Impossible." He denied it directly.

Perhaps knowing that he didn't believe it, the person in question was coming over here.

God help her.

The next second, Su Ning pointed at Yan Tingshan who was humming a little tune and said, "Besides your brother, who else is a shirtless pervert?"