The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Tang Yixien looked at Jin Xiaoxiao's hand, his eyes moved with a hint of concern, as if he was really attracted by the pearl.

The corners of Jin Xiaoxiao's mouth inadvertently rose slightly.

Xuan Yuran lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow, and looked at the box of jewelry on the ground.

The scorching white light emitted by the pearl made him feel uncomfortable.

At this time, Sheng Qingye's expression was also cold and sharp, and the chain in his hand was three points colder.

The Sheng family has always valued military affairs over commerce. The only thing they have is more swords, and the disciples can only eat chicken legs during festivals.

In terms of financial resources, the Jin family is far superior.

He clenched his palms and made a move to step forward.

At this moment, Tang Yixian said in a low voice,

"Your hand is injured, isn't it?"

Jin Xiaoxiao held the pearl in her palm. Under the dazzling pearl, there was a faint red and swollen wound with a deep crack.

Jin Xiaoxiao's expression froze for a moment.

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but when he did, he could vaguely feel the cutting pain in his palms.

"Oh, it's okay." Jin Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and said deliberately indifferently.

"Well, be more careful next time. The fan depends on the skill of the wrist. I will find an ancient book for you in a few days."

Tang Yixien then stood up and took out a small porcelain bottle from the box behind him and handed it to Jin Xiaoxiao.

"Here's a bottle of ointment for you. Apply it on your hands morning and night."

"Master, this pearl..."

Jin Xiaoxiao wanted to say that this pearl was priceless and he took it out from the family vault. If his father knew about it, he would probably beat him up.

"Master doesn't need this pearl, and the box on the ground, take them back." Tang Yixien said in a calm tone.

No reward for no merit.

Besides, his most urgent task now is to cultivate himself. Although he also loves money, he cannot accept such a valuable gift.

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at Tang Yixin, who was wearing plain clothes. The material was just simple thin cloth and gauze, not brocade, and even a little thin.

He frowned, and something in his heart seemed to move.

This person was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Sheng Qingye held his shoulders with both hands at this time, with a smile on his lips.

Xuan Yuran's expression also brightened a little at this time.

Jin Xiaoxiao bowed slightly, hiding the complicated emotions surging in her heart, and whispered,

"Yes, Master."

Jin Xiaoxiao returned to her room, sat at the table, and played with the ointment given by her master.

The small light blue porcelain bottle exudes the warm glow of porcelain.

He gently opened the lid of the ointment and put it to his nose to smell it.

A herbal scent I've never smelled before.

He applied the ointment to the wound on his palm, which felt cool.

He looked at the wound on his hand through the candlelight.

How long had it been since anyone noticed his injury?

The magic weapon he used, the Lingxi fan, looked ordinary, but was actually extremely sharp and could easily cause injury if one wasn't careful.

He has a lot of financial resources and is always calm and lazy on weekdays. Everyone seems to tacitly think that he does not need this kind of care.

Before, Jin Xiaoxiao was just unwilling to accept the defeat and just wanted to compete with Sheng Qingye.

But now, his indifferent eyes deepened.

In the days that followed, Jin Xiaoxiao stopped doing this and just focused on being casual and lazy.

It is already the end of spring and the air is warm.

That day, in the study, Tang Yixin was looking at the ancient book of alchemy secret recipes in his hand while drinking the iced sour plum juice made for him by Xuan Yuran.

He just mentioned it occasionally in front of Xuan Yuran, but he didn't expect that he would remember it.

I don't know where the ice came from, but it was delivered to me in the evening.

The most well-behaved of the three disciples was Xuan Yuran, and Tang Yixin was once again satisfied with this disciple he had accepted.

He is a caring little apprentice.

Lights...wait for lights...wait for lights...

The familiar startup melody sounded and the system came online.

"Host...this system has been upgraded to 2.0."

"Well. Congratulations, you've become a second-rate person." Tang Yixien said after taking a sip of sour plum juice.

"The current progress data is being updated." A leisurely and mellow voice of a royal sister sounded.

"Congratulations to the host on returning to the early stages of foundation building."

Early stage of foundation building? Or rather, zero. But it's better than a negative number.

"System rewards, please choose the host: a weight loss pill, a secret book, and a cup of milk tea."

Can milk tea be used as a reward?

"Please teach me a set of Tang family sword techniques. It would be best if they were more powerful."

The three disciples had almost finished reading the ancient cultivation books he had given them before, so he had to teach them something else.

"arrow"

Tang Yixin comes from an orthodox sword cultivation family, so the art of swordsmanship is what he should practice the most.

The original owner's swordsmanship was also excellent, but after he developed a furnace-like physique, he could no longer lift a sword.

Tang Yixin should be able to wield a sword now.

But it's just a trick, and its spiritual power is low.

It is sufficient for teaching people.

He is going to teach his disciples swordsmanship. A master should act like a master.

"System drop reward: The Art of the World-shattering Sword"

"The sword techniques have been transmitted to the brain."

Tang Yixien felt like a movie was playing in his mind.

Tang Yixin has a photographic memory for chemical elements, so this is not difficult for him.

Soon, Tang Yixin memorized the first level of moves.

But it's just learning the tricks. Tricks and actual combat are two different things.

Tang Yixin’s spiritual power is not enough to use the ancient sword, so he can only use a wooden sword instead.

He is the kind of person who tries his best to do whatever he does well.

I learned from a young age to shoulder everything on my own. There was no one I could rely on, and no one I could depend on. I could only rely on myself for everything.

Tang Yixin practiced day and night for three days. The skin on his palms was worn out from holding the sword, and he had basically mastered the first level of swordsmanship.

Morning repair scene.

The weeds in Biling Villa are still flourishing.

At first, Jin Xiaoxiao was not used to such a messy yard, but later he actually liked it.

He looked up at Sheng Qingye who was sleeping peacefully beside him, with the chains of coldness tightly clenched in his hands.

Sheng Qingye practiced until late last night. When he saw that his master didn't come in the morning, he slept for a while.

The Sheng family is full of crazy cultivators.

Xuan Yuran on the right was still looking at the book in his hand seriously, and he seemed to be able to see flowers in it.

At this time, Tang Yixien's graceful figure walked out of the main room.

Sheng Qingye seemed to notice something, opened his eyes, quickly put away the chains and sat up.

"Today, I will teach you some techniques." Tang Yixien looked at his three disciples and said.

Yes, the three of them stood up and replied.

Tang Yixin held a wooden sword in one hand and put it behind his back. He had a slender figure, dressed in plain green clothes, and his temperament was as cold and pure as orchid.

He straightened his back and said in a clear and pleasant voice,

"The spiritual roots are different, the magical instruments are different, and the cultivation techniques are also different, but the techniques and mental methods are the same and can be integrated and understood."

After saying that, Tang Yixien turned his wrist slightly, holding the sword elegantly, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the ground.

He practiced the sword techniques he had just learned and practiced smoothly.

The palms of his hands holding the sword were covered with blisters, and it was still a little painful, but he just endured it.

A tall figure, neat and free-spirited moves, clothes fluttering in the air, free and unrestrained.

The swordsmanship was superb, and Jin Xiaoxiao sighed in dissatisfaction as she watched.

No wonder people say that sword cultivators are orthodox cultivators. They really look extremely elegant and upright.

Sheng Qingye's eyes followed Tang Yixian, but they were filled with a sharp, cold light.

He clearly gave Tang Yixin an ancient sword.

The master actually preferred to use a wooden sword rather than the one he gave her.

The chain in Sheng Qingye's hand moved.