"What if I want your head?" Tang Sanghua's charming face suddenly darkened.
Yan Li walked forward and stopped in front of Tang Sanhua. The tip of his nose was almost touching Tang Sanhua's nose, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "That's not fun, not fun at all. It's better to take everything below the neck as well. Otherwise, blood will spray all over your face, and it will dirty your eyes."
Tang Sanhua's beautiful eyes were cold for a moment before she smiled charmingly again. She used the tip of her nose to lightly touch his, her eyes as clear as autumn water and she said sweetly, "You really are a bad egg. So bad, so bad. I really hate you."
Then, she pressed her lips against his cheek and used a movement that could make a person blush. Her red lips whispered in his ear, "I told you before, don't make me hate you. Why didn't you listen to me?"
Yan Li took the opportunity to whisper into her ear, "You know that wasn't me. I was controlled by darkness. If you can forgive me, that would be great. After all, we've worked together for so long. We're very close. Just like the distance between us now. You don't know how jealous they are."
Their actions treated everyone else like air. Yet, their voices could not be any softer. It was as if they were a couple whispering something only they knew.
"What are you doing in broad daylight!" Zhao Bingren could not tolerate it. His face was red with anger. "Young Master, let's go!"
"Sigh." Qin Yiqiu shook his head and sighed. This time, it was more normal. He left slowly.
Lianhai and Changjin saw that there was no more commotion, and the scene was too unsightly to look at, so they followed along.
"Some beautiful things can't be looked at directly. Maybe we can take it a step further." Yan Li evilly smiled. His big hand rested on Tang Sanhua's slender back and shoulders, and slowly caressed her perky buttocks.
The silk dress complemented her soft and supple skin, and it felt wonderful to the touch.
Seeing that the Holy Land was about to be invaded, Tang Sanghua laughed and dodged nimbly. Her beautiful eyes were like silk as she said in a sweet voice, "You bad guy, should I hate you or hate you? Sometimes I really want to bite you to death."
"If you don't love me to death, then you'll miss the one and only chance in this world."
Yan Li didn't seem to mind. He had a charming smile on his face, and his eyes were deep, black, and bright.
"Don't you have anything else to say to me?" Tang Sanghua pouted.
"Yes." Yan Li said seriously, "You should know that was not my intention. If you still hate me, please continue to hate me. But I do not wish to end our cooperative relationship. I believe that you must have your purpose in coming to Yongling, and I will do my best to help you accomplish it."
Tang Sanghua's beautiful eyes widened, as if it was the first time she met him. She looked at him carefully and said, "I didn't expect someone like you would say such things." She laughed coldly. "What do you want to use me for?"
Yan Li said softly, "I just want to do my best to make up for it."
Tang Sanghua laughed coldly, "To make up for your mistakes, or to make up for my injuries."
It sounded the same, but the meaning was completely different.
Yan Li laughed and said, "To make up for my cruel Asura heart."
He seemed to be avoiding the topic, but Tang Sanghua understood. This time, she smiled charmingly. "Okay, I'll give you a chance. Let's see if the darkness wins over you, or if you win over the darkness. But I won't tell you the result. One day, you'll know the answer. At that time, I'll kiss you like a lover. But before that … "
At this point, she paused and said faintly, "I will hate you. I will hate you forever!"
Always hate!!
The lingering sound reverberated in the soul for an incomparably long time.
Everyone was always seated early in Prajna Buddha's class. This was because he could always hear new and interesting stories or secrets from her mouth.
"Today, we'll talk about one subject: The History of the Sword."
Before she even arrived, the mysterious voice that seemed to float down from the clouds was carried in by a cool breeze.
Prajna Buddha appeared next, a lotus flower with each step, neither slow nor fast, neither flustered nor flustered. She opened her mouth and said, "In ancient times, there was a Great Wei. At that time, the feudal system had already developed to its peak. The generals under the Wei King all used weapons as symbols, and their clans worshipped these weapons as totems. Hundreds of years passed, and the Great Wei's foundation rotted. The feudal lords fought for hegemony, and in the end, the Marquis Sword took the lead and unified the divine land. From then on, the Sword was revered as the Emperor of Weapons, and from then on, the Dynasty of Dynasties flourished."
"Until hundreds of years ago, when the cultivation sects came to the divine land."
The Buddha Prajna Painting stood firmly on the platform, facing the crowd. That pair of spirited but lifeless eyes slowly swept the surroundings, as if he could see them. Only after greeting the crowd did he continue to speak.
"Among these sects, there are many who are good at using swords. But there is only one that can be considered a 'famous sect', and that is the 'Hidden Sword Sect'."
"Hidden Sword Sect?" Yan Li's heart stirred. He was very much looking forward to today's class. Perhaps he could learn the basics of the Heart Cleansing Mantra.
Prajna Buddha seemed to know what he was thinking. It said, "The Heart Cleansing Mantra is the entry-level technique of the Hidden Sword Sect. Recently, I've looked up some ancient books and found that the Hidden Sword Sect is only a branch of a large sect."
"What sect is it?" Everyone's interest was piqued.
"The Court Of Sword."
"The Court Of Sword?"
Prajna Buddha continued to speak calmly, "The ancestral court of swords, hence the name 'Court Of Sword'. It is also known as the Sword Sect. "
Among the eleven students, only two used swords.
Yan Li and Qin Yiqiu were naturally the most concerned.
Qin Yiqiu said with longing, "May I ask, sir, where is the Court Of Sword? I must pay a visit."
Prajna Buddha did not answer him. Instead, it said, "In the world's Eight Battles of Swordsmanship, the Court Of Sword occupies seven of them. Hence, there are seven branches. The Seven Branches of the Sword Sect include all the ultimate swordsmanship in the world. They are Sangsang, Lun, Yi, Tian, Xin, Yu, and Hun. The Hidden Sword Sect that appeared in China is a branch of the Sangsang branch of the Seven Branches of the Sword Sect."
Everyone was shocked speechless.
The Hidden Sword Sect that dominated China's Swordsmanship was only a branch of the Court Of Sword. How powerful was the Court Of Sword?
How did the Taizu destroy such a powerful branch of the Court Of Sword?
If the Court Of Sword was already so powerful, what about the other sects?
These questions lingered in everyone's mind.
"May I ask, sir, where did they come from? Cultivation began with them, yet we know nothing about them. "Someone asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
Prajna Buddha Buddha was silent for a moment. Then, it said, "There are some things that may not be a good thing for you to know now."
"If we don't even have this kind of breadth of mind, how can we cultivate? Please tell me! " Lianhai Changjin was especially excited. He had always liked these strange secrets, but he also yearned for the boundless universe.
The Floating Wisdom Diagram sighed softly. "They come from the Jambu Realm."
PS: I can't do it as a full-time job. I'm very helpless. Actually, I have a lot of things that I want to express and tell you. But now that I want to make money, compared to last year, it's not going well. I'm so busy, and it's all a waste of effort. But I have to do it. Moreover, I reckon that I won't be able to earn money from writing for the next five years, so I won't be able to update as much. Please forgive me for this.
Sometimes, I'm confused. I don't know what I want in a web novel. Money? Reputation? Perhaps it was neither. It was just a vehicle to express my thoughts. Recently, it was becoming more and more like a third party. In layman's terms, the hipster disease was beyond cure! Ironically, I knew that in fast-food literature, this kind of writing was not welcome, but I still wanted to write it. So, I was destined to not be able to eat this bowl of rice … Just like I told many people who tried to persuade me, if I didn't write it this way, I wouldn't be able to write it.
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