After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Tsk, I personally delivered a new story material to the storyteller's great-grandson, which can be regarded as an apology for the childhood prank.

Thinking of this, Bai Jingjing's eyes showed relief. She raised her head and looked at the white-robed swordsman provocatively.

It was as if he was signaling the other party to quickly strike the last sword and go back to the sect to receive the reward!

Before death approached, Bai Jingjing looked at the white-robed swordsman in front of her with extremely calm eyes.

Inexplicably, she felt that it might not be a loss to die at the hands of this swordsman who seemed like a banished immortal.

Such a handsome cultivator might be the second life body of some powerful person who was reincarnated. If he died at the hands of such a big shot, he might be able to brag about it in the underworld.

.........

"Blow some? Bai Jingjing, what are you talking about in your sleep?"

Pei Yuhan's puzzled call made Bai Jingjing open her eyes in confusion.

After seeing the familiar ceiling of Pei Yuhan's room, Bai Jingjing realized that forty years had passed since that day.

Time flies so fast...Only when you actively recall it, you will find that you have already walked out of the past and moved forward so far.

Pei Yuhan, who was sitting on the side, didn't know that his sword spirit had fallen into philosophical thinking. He was just very curious.

It turns out that sword spirits also dream.

However, the sword spirit obviously has no physical body, only a spiritual body. Could it be that... dreaming really does not require a brain?

For this reason, Pei Yuhan poked Bai Jingjing's face curiously.

It was nothing like the one in her dream, with those chilling eyes filled with the sharp sword intent, and the coldness that kept people at a distance.

Pei Yuhan like this... seems quite likable. I don't know what stimulated him at that time, but all he did all day was to eliminate demons and defend the way of justice. He is a complete killer.

Hmm, it seems that his personality started to soften after he became a Taoist partner with that woman Ye Liyuan... So was his terrible and withdrawn personality in the past caused by the fact that he didn't have a Taoist partner and was too hot-tempered?

Tsk, I feel upset when I think about you slashing me six times in my dream!

Bai Jingjing frowned, slapped Pei Yuhan's fingers away, and hummed in the coquettish tone of a female ghost:

"Pei Yuhan, your Taoist partner has been away from you for so long that you're so hungry that even your sword spirit wants to attack you?"

Pei Yuhan felt a chill on his face when he heard this.

"I, Pei Yuhan, am loyal to my Taoist partner first, and I am definitely not as shameless as you, a little female ghost, say!

Secondly… even if I am really that shameless, I would rather be burned to death by Xie Yang’s anger than even look at a little brat like you.”

Pei Yuhan's voice was full of contempt, which deeply hurt Bai Jingjing's heart.

The sword spirit, who usually had a cold and expressionless face, quickly had his fair face turn red.

She pounced on him with her fangs bared, intending to avenge all the grudges from the past, dreams, and the present at once!

But when Bai Jingjing had a physical body, she was no match for Pei Yuhan, let alone now that she is just a spirit that recognizes him as its master?

The result was naturally as expected.

The female ghost's fate was to be severely beaten by her master, who beat her until she screamed and begged for mercy.

He didn't even care about his face, and called Pei Yuhan "Master, please spare my life" against his will, and only then did he get a chance to catch his breath.

Bai Jingjing turned her head and glanced at Pei Yuhan. After swearing that she would turn the tables sooner or later, she covered her little butt and dived back into the Silent Sword as if escaping for her life.

Chapter 61: Discussion with fellow disciples

In front of the gate of Hangong Sword Palace, a silver-haired girl in white clothes was teaching a petite and nimble girl how to dance with the sword.

Two graceful figures, one big and one small, danced gracefully in the snow and fog, the sound of swords and the whistling of cold wind echoing each other.

Perhaps it was because Pei Yuhan used the Yang Fire to disperse the dust and fog yesterday, the weather today was exceptionally clear. The sun shone on the sword edge, creating a dazzling silver light. The sword light was reflected on the countless snow dust floating in the air, making the snow dust shine like stars in the night sky.

After Qing Yueqiu finished a set of sword dances, a cyclone condensed between his hands and rushed straight into the sky. The cyclone swept up the snow within a radius of one hundred meters, clearing out a spacious snow-free plain.

She brushed her silver hair to get rid of the snow dust stuck in her hair, then looked directly at Yu Xiaoyan in front of her with her crimson eyes as clear as gems.

"Junior sister, the morning warm-up is over. Now you can attack me with all your strength and let me see what level of swordsmanship you have reached now."

Yu Xiaoyan showed a pitiful expression, "Will Senior Sister use her Golden Core Stage cultivation? Xiao Xiao's cultivation is low now. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand even one move from Senior Sister who is at the peak of the Golden Core Stage."

Qing Yueqiu shook his head, "I will suppress my cultivation to the foundation-building level, and only use swordsmanship instead of Taoism, so don't worry, Junior Sister."

"That's it~"

Yu Xiaoyan let out a long sigh of relief and patted the fruits of her meager trail.

"In that case - sorry, Senior Sister!"

Almost in the next instant, Yu Xiaoyan twisted her ankle, and her body instantly turned into a silver arrow and soared out. The speed was so fast that it even left a blurry afterimage in the air.

He sank his energy into his dantian, charged forward, raised his sword, and stabbed at the throat of the senior sister who had just been teaching him carefully.

A set of movements flows smoothly.

It was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment sneak attack, but a secret killing move that had been planned long ago.

It was as if the bamboo pit viper, which had just been lazily clinging to the branches, suddenly jumped up and bared its deadly fangs at its prey.

Even among Jindan stage cultivators, few can perfectly block this sword without using their spiritual sense to perceive and prevent it.

But Qing Yueqiu was, after all, the new generation of sword-do leader who was famous throughout the sect. After the initial surprise, she immediately calmed down, and almost instantly caught the loophole in Yu Xiaoyan's movements and countered it.

Without even holding the sword, he used his two slender hands to push the air, trying to fight the incoming cold sword light with his bare hands.

There was a flash of sarcasm in Yu Xiaoyan's eyes, as if she was mocking her senior sister's arrogance and conceit.

Without the blessing of spiritual energy and defensive Taoist magic to support her body, she actually wanted to block my sword with her bare hands. It seems that this pair of beautiful hands are destined to leave ugly scars today.

Master must be very distressed when he sees his eldest disciple's hands covered in blood, right?

When the time comes, I will act cute in front of Master and cry that I accidentally stabbed Senior Sister. Maybe Master will hug me and comfort me~ Hehe~

"Senior sister, you asked for this!"

When Yu Xiaoyan got within ten meters of Qing Yueqiu, white turbid air spewed out from the corner of her lips, and the spiritual energy in her body was further poured into the sword in her hand, making the cold light even stronger.

Second stage acceleration!

Om-! !

The sword tip pierced the air, making a sharp sound.

But the expected bright red blood beads did not flow down Leng Bai's sword.

Yu Xiaoyan only felt a pain in her wrist as she gripped the hilt of the sword, and the next second she felt the hilt slip out of her hand.

It turned out that Qing Yueqiu had taken a step forward before the sword approached, and held Yu Xiaoyan's sword-holding arm with one hand, and used the other hand to suddenly hit her wrist, causing the wrist bone to dislocate in an instant and the iron sword to slip out of her hand.

whoosh-

The iron sword flew straight out of his hand, drawing a white line in the air, and finally pierced through a huge three-meter-thick bluestone behind Qing Yueqiu.

"Cough cough..."

Yu Xiaoyan was half-kneeling on the ground. Because her spiritual energy-infused moves were disrupted, she suffered some internal injuries and kept coughing for a while.

"Junior sister, although your moves are secretive and powerful, your aura is too strong and it will be easy for a master to detect your next move.

And it's so straightforward, it leaves too many holes."

Qing Yueqiu said this as he stretched out his right hand towards Yu Xiaoyan who was half-kneeling on the ground, trying to pull her up.

Yu Xiaoyan was silent for a moment, and after smoothing out the spiritual energy in her body, she stood up by herself.

Qing Yueqiu paused for a moment, thinking that his junior sister was angry because he hurt her, and said at a loss:

"Junior sister, let me help you straighten your dislocated wrist..."

Yu Xiaoyan did not answer. She twisted her wrist, making a teeth-grinding "click" sound, and she actually fixed her own bones.

Then she looked at Qing Yueqiu's slightly self-blaming face and said in a calm tone that was inconsistent with her usual cute and delicate tone:

“I’m fine, Senior Sister. Some injuries are inevitable during sparring. I’m not that fragile.

And... I think what you said makes sense, and I've learned a little lesson this time."

Qing Yueqiu nodded. Seeing that his junior sister was not angry but also praised him for his good teaching, he felt relieved and a little happy at the same time.

The junior sister agreed with his teachings.

This also means that I have lived up to my master's expectations and have really shared a part of the task with him!

Yu Xiaoyan looked at Qing Yueqiu's usually cold face, which was slightly flushed with red. She knew what she was thinking without having to guess.

Who else could it be but that man?

Tsk, Senior Sister is inexplicably horny again.

Yu Xiaoyan felt inexplicably unhappy.

At the same time, ripples began to appear in her heart, and a female voice that was somewhat similar to hers, but more hoarse, sounded.

[Xiaoxiao, why didn't you give your body to me just now? If it was your sister who did it, your sister would have been bleeding by now~]

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you now!"

Yu Xiaoyan was about to show disgust on her face when her peripheral vision caught sight of a wisp of white clothes in the sky.

"Oh, Master, you are here! I haven't seen you for a day, I miss you so much!"

I don't know if it was true love or she was subconsciously wearing a mask of disguise, but the gloom in her eyes turned into joy and innocence, and her pretty face was filled with a sunny smile.

At this time, the White-robed Sword Immortal had just fallen from the sky. He felt the remaining sword intent in the air, looked at Qing Yueqiu and the others and said with a smile:

"Were you practicing swordplay just now?"

Qing Yueqiu nodded and was about to answer his master seriously when he saw Yu Xiaoyan, who had a cold expression not long ago, throw herself directly into Pei Yuhan's arms.

"Master, my wrist was dislocated just now. Senior Sister is so strict. It hurts so much..."

Yu Xiaoyan buried her head in Pei Yuhan's arms, pouting and speaking somewhat aggrievedly.

Qing Yueqiu: "..."

Pei Yuhan patted the little disciple's head and comforted him, "Your senior sister is strict for your own good. A cultivator may not be fond of killing, but he must never neglect killing. The cruelty of the cultivation world is much more terrible than you can imagine."

As he spoke, the mustard seed ring on Pei Yuhan's fingertips flashed, and two objects wrapped in white light floated in front of Yu Xiaoyan.