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"Don't you know your place?" Mu Zixuan stepped out of the door, feeling angry. Outside the door, Ji Mingxia wanted to talk to him, but Mu Zixuan just answered her absent-mindedly and strode down the mountain.
Looking at Mu Zixuan's disappearing figure, Ji Mingxia felt a sense of loss. Sighing softly, she held her sword and stood in the wind. Not long after, Shang Ying also came out, and seeing that her disciple was still here, she said with a look of disappointment, "My silly girl, why are you still here?"
Ji Mingxia said seriously, "Master ordered me to guard outside the door, so I dare not leave."
Shang Ying angrily flicked her forehead and said, "Master, I came here to create opportunities for you, silly girl. Now the opportunity is in front of you, but you still don't know how to grasp it!"
Ji Mingxia wondered, "I don't understand what you mean. Didn't you come to discuss business with Martial Uncle Gu?"
Shang Ying said angrily, "Then I'll say it in words that you understand. Your Senior Fellow Apprentice Mu is punished to guard the scripture pavilion. The weather is warm but still cold. I'm afraid he will freeze again at night. You go and send him some thick clothes!"
Ji Mingxia immediately understood. She blushed a little, but said, "Master, I will do as you say. But I'm afraid it's against the rules for me to send clothes to Senior Fellow Apprentice Mu."
"What do you mean by 'but'? Xia 'er, it's your advantage to be sensible and sensible. But when you meet someone you like, you should learn to be gentle, act coquettishly, and care about them at the right time. If you don't know how to fight, you will be taken away by others sooner or later."
As he said, he pushed her in the direction of Mu Zixuan's room in the courtyard and said with a smile, "That's all. I can go back to Danxia Mount by myself. You can do whatever you want ~"
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Young people's blood was burning with fire. Who would be willing to be lonely? Mu Zixuan boasted that he was the most outstanding disciple in the sect, and that none of his fellow disciples of the same age could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but Gu Jian Sheng always used the excuse that his swordsmanship had not yet matured and restrained him in all aspects.
When the disciples of Ling Xiao Sword School reached the age of seventeen, they could leave the mountain to travel and train. However, his opportunity to travel was rejected by Gu Jiansheng. Instead, he continued to monotonously practice swordsmanship on the mountain.
So far, he had only left the mountain gate twice, and both of them were simple errands. Even so, he was still strictly limited to his time. Mu Zixuan had always been disobedient, and this time when he went out and met Ji Fengming, it had even planted a spark in his heart.
They were of the same age, and their cultivations were about the same. While Mu Zixuan was friends with him, they were also rivals. However, in comparison, Ji Fengming had already been entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the Dao Fan, Wei Wushuang. As a disciple of the Sword Crown, even when he reported his name, he was engraved with the mark of "greedy for fame and not dedicated to swordsmanship", and was not allowed by his master.
"He practices swordsmanship all day long, but he is not allowed to use it, or else he will be too competitive. I really hope that he can accept a sword maniac as his second disciple soon, so that I can escape the sea of bitterness." Mu Zixuan criticized in his heart, and sighed in his heart, "I have no chance to tell him about Youyou's matter, but from what he said today, even if I tell him, it will only give him something to teach me a lesson, so that he can scold me for being obsessed with women and frivolous and restless. Well, I'll go to the Scripture Pavilion first to fool around, and then find Youyou to discuss countermeasures later. "
Unknowingly, he arrived outside the Scripture Pavilion. The guards of the Ling Xiao Sword School guarded the outside, and the disciples were not allowed to enter the Scripture Pavilion, so when there was a shortage of manpower, only two disciples were left to guard outside.
Both of them knew Mu Zixuan, and when they saw him, they flattered him, "It's already night, and Senior Brother Mu still came to the Scripture Pavilion to read. With such an attitude, it's no wonder that you can be the best among the disciples of our Ling Xiao Sword School."
Mu Zixuan was quite popular in the sect, so he temporarily put away his unhappiness, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm here to guard the Scripture Pavilion for you. Master has ordered me to guard the Scripture Pavilion for the next few days, so you can go back to sleep after your shift is over."
The two of them were delighted, and after the handover according to the procedure, Mu Zixuan asked again, "Is there anyone else inside?"
"There was a Senior Sister who went in just now, she looked unfamiliar, but her appearance was decent …" As he said this, the disciple said wretchedly, "Hehe, Senior Brother Mu, there's no one around in the middle of the night, you can do whatever you want once you close the door!"
Mu Zixuan patted the disciple's forehead, and said, "I believe you, in the entire Ling Xiao Sword School, you can even name the prettiest sow, how can you not recognize a beautiful female disciple? Even if there is, why don't you take the opportunity to interrogate her? "
The disciple said with a bitter face, "Sigh, who knows which elder's new disciple, she looks very cold, and the waist token is a true disciple's waist token, but she just threw it in front of us disciples, and didn't even look us in the eye. After we finished checking, she took it and left, not giving us a chance to talk at all. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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"If you're not satisfied, then work harder, and quickly change from a disciple to a true disciple." Then, he urged the person who checked the waist token, "I've been looking at the waist token for a long time, are you done checking?"
The disciple said, "Senior Brother Mu, I infused my spiritual power into the waist token, why didn't your waist token have any reaction?"
"No reaction?" Mu Zixuan took the token and tested it. Sure enough, as they said, the High Heaven Sword Sect's token would have cloud patterns appear to distinguish its authenticity after he infused his Spiritual Energy into it. However, there was no change to this token. Then, she said, "This time, I encountered some evil things, maybe the spiritual power in the waist token was contaminated, I'll change it tomorrow." It was common for the spiritual power in the token to be lost, so Mu Zixuan did not care.
"Senior Brother, we only recognize the token, not the person … How can we hand it over?"
Mu Zixuan laughed, "Alright, stop pretending to be dutiful, who doesn't know who you are? If you don't recognize it, then I'll turn around and go back to sleep, leaving you to continue guarding. "
"Don't, we're just saying it casually." The two of them shoved the tokens into his hand and wretchedly winked at the Scripture Pavilion, saying, "His appearance is really very proper. Senior Martial Brother Mu, don't miss this opportunity." As they said this, they ran away together.
Suddenly, a light reprimand was heard, "Don't you watch where you're going? How can you be so reckless … "
As the voice neared, a beautiful figure walked over. It was Ji Mingxia.
"Junior Sister Ji, why are you here?" Mu Zixuan asked.
"I heard that you were punished to stay in the Scripture Pavilion, master was afraid that it would be cold at night, so he asked me to give you some thick clothes," Ji Mingxia said softly, handing over a velvet cloak.
"Martial Aunt still loves me, sorry for troubling junior sister." Mu Zixuan was about to take it.
Ji Mingxia withdrew her hand and frowned, it turned out that there was a tear on the cloak at this time. She could not help but feel annoyed, "It's all the fault of those two rascals just now, they almost bumped into me, causing me to accidentally step on the corner, ruining Senior Brother Mu's clothes …"
Mu Zixuan did not take it seriously, "Hey, it's just a tear, it's not a big deal."
"Senior Brother Mu, wait a moment, I'll help you fix your clothes." Ji Mingxia said, rolled up the legs of the cloak, and took out a needle and thread from her clothes, her slender fingers threaded the needle, weaving it densely, like a butterfly weaving flowers, exceptionally skilled.
Shang Ying, who was hiding far away in the dark, could not stand it anymore, she thought to herself, "This silly girl, if you want to give me clothes, then give me clothes, why do you have to mention me! Now the favour has fallen on me! It's a good opportunity to sew clothes, but you should first wait for him to put on his clothes, then stick close to him and sew for him! Master really can't help you. "
There was no need to ask why Shang Ying was so skilled, in short, she hid it from her disciple, waiting to watch a good show, the more she watched, the more annoyed she became. She scolded her disciple for not living up to her expectations, turned around and left.
While not watching, she was full of praise, Mu Zixuan said, "I only knew that Junior Sister Ji's women are not inferior to men, I did not expect that you would also be so nimble when doing needlework."
Ji Mingxia lowered her head to work on the needle, serious and focused, "It's not a big deal, the first set of swordplay I learned was the Weaving Girl's Flying Shuttle Sword, swordplay is about using the sword like a needle, when I first learned it, I used the embroidery needle. Although my swordplay is not good enough, my needlework is good enough."
"If Junior Sister Ji's swordplay is not good enough, there are not many Ling Xiao disciples who are worth looking at. You can hold a sword and also pinch a needle, whoever is lucky enough to marry Junior Sister Ji, that is really a blessing."
"Ah!" Ji Mingxia's needlework was messed up, and a drop of bright red blood came out of her spring-like finger. She could not help but let out a soft cry, and then she put her finger in her mouth and sucked, saying softly, "Senior Brother is teasing me …"
Looking at the usually heroic Ji Mingxia now blushing, lowering her head and sucking her finger like a little girl, Mu Zixuan was also slightly stunned, suddenly realizing something.
At this time, there was a "pa" sound, and a crisp sound came from the bookshelf behind. "Yes, there is someone else in the Scripture Pavilion!"
Mu Zixuan did not dare to look at Ji Mingxia again, and took the opportunity to look back, only to see a figure flashing between the bookshelves like a ghost, almost causing Mu Zixuan to think that she was seeing things, but when she looked at the bookshelf again, a small piece of the pear wood bookshelf was missing, as if it had been forcefully pulled off.
Seeing that person deliberately dodging, Mu Zixuan felt that something was wrong, and said, "I wonder which Junior Sister is there? You have to pay for damaging the bookshelf! " With a tap of her foot, she had already chased after the person, and saw that at the end of her sight, there was indeed a figure flashing and disappearing.
Mu Zixuan chased after it again, only to feel that the person's footsteps were changing, as if they were playing hide and seek in the layers of bookshelves, and could only catch up with the afterimages.
"It's the book thief!" Knowing that there must be something fishy, Mu Zixuan chased after it, but saw the figure suddenly turn, and like a bat, it had already flown out of the door.
"Where do you think you're going? Junior Sister Ji, stay here to prevent the tiger from leaving the mountain, I'll go after it." Mu Zixuan also rushed out of the door, but only saw the back of the person, dressed in the Ling Xiao Sword School's Taoist uniform. The wide sleeves of the robe covered the original body shape, but it was still possible to tell that it should be a slender woman.
Seeing that it was too late to catch up, Mu Zixuan shouted, "Stay here!" The long sword was unsheathed with a clang, and turned into a sword aura that whistled through the air, chasing after the woman. The woman had no choice but to draw her sword and turn around to receive the attack. However, as soon as they exchanged blows, she was at a disadvantage under the sword aura. The sword aura seemed to be straightforward, but the moment they collided, it changed. There were dozens of forces hidden in the sword aura, intertwining and changing, and it was difficult to predict.
The woman's movement technique and lightness kungfu were first class, but her swordsmanship was much worse. As she defended against the sword aura, she was forced by the ever-changing sword aura to the point that she almost lost her grip on the sword hilt. Her body suddenly stopped, and Mu Zixuan took this opportunity to close in. The rapid chain of swords was like a net, not allowing her to escape.
However, as soon as their eyes met, Mu Zixuan immediately felt as if she was hit by a stick, and her swordsmanship was immediately scattered. In order to hide her identity, the person in front of her tore two pieces of her robe to cover her head and face. But even if only a pair of eyes were exposed, Mu Zixuan would definitely not mistake her.
And the pair of eyes seemed to be resentful, regretful, and blaming. In a short moment, there were all kinds of complicated expressions. Then, she turned around, passed through the scattered sword net, and leaped away. Mu Zixuan was dumbfounded, and let her go, only muttering, "How could it be her … How could it be her …"
Seeing that the figure was getting farther and farther away, suddenly, there was a cold snort between heaven and earth.
It seemed to be far away in the sky, but also seemed to be right next to the ear. But when it fell into Mu Zixuan's ears, it was like a thunder, and he suddenly came back to his senses, feeling a sense of foreboding.
And the next moment, the sword will suddenly appeared in the sky.
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