Quick Wear: The sick beauty fell in love with the boss at first sight again

Shen Heng was wearing a white robe with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the lapels and cuffs. As he danced, the cloud patterns seemed to come alive.

The Immortal Venerable had a nimble figure, and his movements were graceful and smooth, as if he had merged into the natural environment around him. Every time he swung his sword, there was an indescribable beauty. The sword light flashed through the air, leaving behind silver trails.

The wooden sword seemed to come alive in the hands of the Immortal Lord. Every sword strike carried an otherworldly artistic conception. The wind stopped, the sword stopped, and a peach petal fell on the tip of the wooden sword.

After watching this amazing performance, Jiang Xing applauded, "Wow, Master, you are so amazing."

Shen Heng put away his sword and walked towards Jiang Xing. "Yes."

"Have you learned it?" Shen Heng asked.

Jiang Xing lowered his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Master, I haven't learned it yet. I'm not as gifted as my second junior brother..."

Shen Heng touched his soft head and said, "It's okay. I'll show you again."

After trying it once, Jiang Xing still didn't learn it.

Shen Heng handed the wooden sword to Jiang Xing and said, "Try it again."

Jiang Xing's swordsmanship was even worse than the original owner's. It was like an elementary school student doing radio gymnastics, stiff and mechanical...

"No, you should do this." Shen Heng suddenly held Jiang Xing's hand. "You should do this move, straighten your arm a little more."

"Okay, Master," Jiang Xing said.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their breath blending together as they spoke, it was extremely ambiguous.

The boy's body was fragrant and soft. Shen Heng's eyes fell on his light-colored lips. The snow-white skin under his collar gradually darkened...

"What's wrong, Master?" the young man asked puzzledly.

The boy's voice pulled Shen Heng back to reality from his dream. Yes, they were just a master and apprentice relationship now...

But it doesn’t matter, there is nothing that Shen Heng can’t get.

The Immortal Venerable's usually cold face showed a faint smile, like a pear blossom quietly blooming in spring. "Xingxing, you must be tired after practicing for so long, go and rest quickly."

The young man could not help but stare in amazement, and said foolishly, "...Okay, Master."

After Shen Heng left, the boy collapsed on the bed exhausted. "I'm so tired. I don't want to study anymore. I want to rest."

[Host, actually we don’t have to work so hard...] The Xiaomianao system reminded.

Jiang Xing said, "Alright, system, let's continue with the skit we watched tonight."

System 123 was silent [Host, you seem to have two faces. Where did that little cutie go just now (biting the handkerchief)...]

Jiang Xing chuckled [If you were as powerful as the Immortal Lord, I would speak to you the same way in the future, dear system~]

System 123 touched the non-existent sweat and said, "Forget it, host, just talk to me normally."

Jiang Xing didn't comment. [...Hmm.]

Jiang Xing felt sleepy before he even watched one episode. His frail body got tired easily.

The boy yawned, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. [System, I'm sleepy. Remember to wake me up for class this afternoon. I have to sleep now. I have a tough battle to fight this afternoon.]

System 123 replied, "Okay, host, I will definitely wake you up."

Sinking into the soft and comfortable bed, the boy quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The disciples who cultivate in the Shinto sect are like high school students. They not only have morning classes, but also afternoon classes and evening classes (actually, they study in the evening and complete the homework assigned by the teacher).

It can be said that high school life was very hard, but the Immortal Venerable’s words exempted Jiang Xing from morning self-study, which was simply too great.