Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

Cheng An couldn't bear to recall what happened that day.

She felt like she had just fallen asleep in the morning when someone came to wake her up. In a daze, the person first patted her face while talking, and when he saw that it didn't work at all, he directly lifted her quilt.

The cold wind rudely took away the warmth in the quilt, and Cheng An couldn't help shrinking his body. He reached out and felt around for something to cover himself with, so he turned over and continued to sleep facing the wall.

Jingliu felt a headache when he saw the person in front of him who didn't wake up yet.

She was not good at taking care of children, especially after realizing that not every child was as sensible as Jingyuan, she became more convinced of her weakness.

Such as now.

Looking at Cheng An's back, the strongest thought in her mind when facing this second goal was to throw her out of the window to wake her up, or to just chop her with a sword.

A true warrior is brave enough to face the sudden gust of wind and should keep one eye on the guard even in his sleep. This is also part of the teaching.

So she actually did it.

The sword was full of cold light, but Jing Liu did not use his full strength, maintaining the strength to ensure that the man would learn a lesson from this blow, but not be seriously injured. It was just to test Cheng An's vigilance.

A sword flashed towards the bed, and the man in pajamas and disheveled hair suddenly jumped out of bed, jumped over the table beside the bed and stood on the windowsill.

Jingliu was very satisfied with Cheng An's reaction. She stood up quickly and looked for an open space to dodge, which would be convenient for her to escape or attack. At the same time, she was also pleased that she had finally woken up the man.

But if you look closely, the person squatting on the wooden carved windowsill has sleepy eyes and unfocused gaze, and does not look awake at all.

Just then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the courtyard gate, and with a loud "clang", the door was pushed open forcefully.

The fluffy white hair was a little messy due to running, and the boy with golden eyes rushed into Jingliu's yard panting.

Cheng An was frightened by the noise and trembled all over. His half-asleep brain suddenly woke up, and he found himself squatting by the windowsill, with Master Jingliu in front of him with an oppressive look.

She didn't know what was going on, but it was still very scary to see someone approaching her with a weapon as soon as she opened her eyes.

As a result, Cheng An was frightened twice and his already unstable body slipped backwards and he fell out of the window.

"it hurts!"

"Master, I'm sorry I'm late!"

The exclamations of the two good disciples overlapped, and Jingliu felt a black screen before his eyes. His head hurt so much that he felt like he was going to grow ginkgo leaves.

After the chaotic cleanup was completed, the two of them stood obediently in front of Jingliu.

The white-haired woman sat at the stone table in the yard, holding a cup of tea and drinking it in one gulp to calm herself. She comforted herself that all children are like this, it is their nature, and it is no big deal.

Looking at the two dejected heads, one black and one white, in front of him, with pitiful looks as if they knew they were wrong, Jing Liu felt that there was no need for him to be angry.

He became obedient after practicing a little.

So she ruthlessly doubled the number of sword swings that had been agreed upon that day.

Cheng An remembered that Yan Qing once said that the basis of daily sword practice was to swing the sword 10,000 times, stab 10,000 times, and repeat this process over and over again. She once thought that this was the general's strictness, but she didn't expect that this was the inheritance between master and apprentice.

Because that's what Mirror Flow requires!

This has even been halved because she is a beginner. Jing Yuan next to her has a task of 20,000 today.

She put away her distorted face and swung her sword again and again in the yard like a robot.

It’s very boring, but Master said that this is the basics.

At the end of the day, even if you use some pure power to be lazy, it lasts too long, and mobilizing the pure power consumes your energy, resulting in not only sore arms but also mental fatigue.

The lazy plan completely failed.

That night she lamented to Jingyuan that her hands were shaking as if she had Parkinson's disease after practicing sword skills.

Jingyuan didn't know what Parkinson's disease was, but that didn't stop him from making people laugh.

So Cheng An looked at the senior brother who was only a few years older than her and patted her on the shoulder to show encouragement, saying that by tomorrow, her arms would be like new ones, not only sore but also uncontrollable. This is the inevitable journey for newcomers.

After listening to this, Cheng An fell asleep peacefully.

The training in the following days was similar. The basics were still swinging the sword, followed by a focus on both strength and speed training, intensity and technique, and even sparring sessions.

Of course, it goes without saying that if she relied solely on swordsmanship without cheating with pure strength, she would be completely beaten.

A month passed like this before she finally got a nod from her master based on her swordsmanship alone.

In addition, by taking a break from using pure power, her magic skills have improved significantly.

Cheng An burst into tears after receiving the recognition from his master, and that night he used this as an excuse to go out for a good meal with Jing Yuan.

Because adversity not only reveals true friendship but also cultivates true friendship, studying together under the same master, Cheng An and Jing Yuan became familiar with each other unknowingly. Both of them were good kids with a restless and freedom-loving heart under their skin. After playing together for a few days, they found that they had the same ideas as each other, so they hit it off.

When they are too tired, they take turns to observe the master's movements to give the other a chance to relax, or sneak out of the sword practice place to drink the new happy product of the immortal in their spare time. If they are out for a long time, they will bring a cup for the master as well.

Of course, the biggest difference is that Jing Yuan is really smart and obedient and mature in front of his master, while Cheng An's expression is written all over his face.

For example, when both of them were almost exhausted from practicing, one could see determination and a hint of fatigue on Jing Yuan's face, but one could see distortion and a sense of despair on Cheng An's face.

During this period of time, I followed Jingliu to practice swordplay, and found that Le Xing was right in one thing, that is, Jingliu really didn't go back to that residence very often. They occasionally practiced in that yard, but more often they were at the Cloud Cavalry Army where Jingliu and Jingyuan belonged.

It was not a battlefield but more like a place for training. Cheng An did not join the Yunqi Army, so he did not need to practice with the Yunqi team. He just wanted to get the title of the sword master apprentice and have a place for the three of them to practice sword.

After all, she was occupying someone else's place, so if there was any task that needed her help, Cheng An would go along. Not in front of the master, not bound by swordsmanship, but in terms of speed and improvisation like catching fugitives, she could still help, with the blessing of pure beauty, she could catch one accurately.

Since the work of the Dihengsi and the Yunqijun sometimes overlapped, the Dihengsi helped the Yunqijun capture a prisoner or destroy a den. When they looked back at the tasks they had taken on, they also suspected that there was something wrong with the organization.

Problems can be solved on the spot in one go, you get the best of both worlds and you can also get a salary from the Land Scale Agency.

The three parties involved in the cooperation were all very satisfied with it and praised it repeatedly.

The days passed by in an uneventful manner, and Cheng An thought that the mission of the Dihengsi and Yunqijun was to help others and accumulate purity.

But the music box has not made any sound so far, which means that the accumulated energy is far from enough. Since this gorgeous red box appeared as a magic weapon on the night of the battle with Music Walk Magic, it has really just been like a simple magic weapon.

Cheng An was happy to have an extra weapon for fighting, but the space-time energy did not react, and she was always worried while staying here.

In addition to practicing sword skills and taking on missions to make money in Luofu, she also looked up a lot of information about the pure and beautiful goddess, whom Luofu called Miaojian Tianjun, but there was very little useful information.

There is only one sentence worth pondering: she glimpsed the ultimate meaning of the world's existence, which is what people call "beauty".

Cheng An was overwhelmed by this. The meaning of existence is beauty, so isn't it the same as maintaining the beauty of the galaxy to maintain the meaning of the world's existence? In this way, the duty of the Pure Beauty Knight is really great, a sense of saving the world.

For a moment, she felt like she had fallen into some passionate youth comic, as if she would be able to shout out something like "I will protect the world" in the next second.

After checking the information, she only felt more confused.

She had no hope of understanding pure beauty for the time being, let alone understanding the space-time energy. She could only continue to practice her pure beauty as the music box said before it fell asleep.