She lived in seclusion on the top floor of the Moonless Tower. Her mood was unpredictable. Countless Jianghu masters who had pledged their loyalty to Mount Hui had been severely injured by her in a fit of anger. They had no fate with martial arts, but she was not unkind. On the contrary, when she was happy, she could casually reward her servants with valuable treasures such as luminous pearls. She could also casually give away the top secret manuals that Jianghu dreamed of. She could also casually give them away in pairs. Unfortunately, no one could predict when she would be happy or why she would be happy.
She opened her eyes and seemed to find the screen annoying. She gently waved her hand and the screen immediately shattered, flying with the snow.
She left the beauty couch, picked up the oil paper umbrella, and left the Moonless Tower. She opened the umbrella again and walked to the edge of the cliff.
She slowly reached out her hand and extended the oil paper umbrella. The snowflakes did not stop and snow gradually piled up in her palm.
She softly repeated these two sentences.
"Meeting you, I am very happy."
"Meeting you, I am not happy."
This purple dress, for the entire night, just stood there, one hand holding the umbrella and the other reaching out to catch the snow. Her body did not move at all.
No one knew the reason. Later, rumors spread in Jianghu that the purple dress of Mount Hui had become an immortal on earth overnight after watching the snow on the peak of Mount Hui.
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In the second year of Xiangfu, there was light snow.
The air was cold and the snow was cold, but the ground was not cold and the snow was not heavy.
The Dongyue Sword Pool, an ancient sect that had competed with the Wu family for the title "All Sword Skills in the World Originate from Which Family" for hundreds of years, began to flourish after Song Nianqing's death and Chai Qingshan, an outsider, took over the position of sect master. Several old Sword Masters who had been silent for many years began to open their doors and accept disciples. There were constantly young people with amazing talent who entered the Dongyue Sword Pool to forge swords and practice swordsmanship.
Li Yibai, who was born in a prestigious family in Jiangnan, no longer traveled. He stayed at the Sword Pool to help Chai Qingshan manage the affairs. Although Li Yibai's cultivation in the way of the sword grew slowly, this genius who was once as famous as Wu Liuding of the Sword Tomb, Qi Xianxia of Longhu Mountain, and Li Huoli of Yanbao of Ji Province, seemed to be enjoying himself. He was not worried about his martial realm. Meanwhile, the Yamen of the Ministry of Justice of the Li Yang Imperial Court had also recruited many experts from the Sword Pool with great fanfare. With such a promising future, the number of young swordsmen who went to Dongyue Sword Pool for apprenticeship was as large as the number of carps crossing the river.
During this period of time, Sect Master Chai Qingshan only had two disciples. One of them was grinning from ear to ear all day, while the other was frowning all day.
Song Nianqing's eldest grandson, Song Tinglu, was one of the happiest. This was because he could now hear many people respectfully address him as Martial Uncle every day. This made the youth, who could only call Li Yibai Senior Brother for many years, feel that he had earned back his capital.
On the other hand, Shan Yiyi was the one who was unhappy. She felt that those guys who were older than her made her sound old by calling her Senior Martial Aunt.
Song Tinglu still only worshipped Wen Busheng, who had become famous in one battle in Great Peace City. He liked to carry a simple self-made wooden sword at his waist every day. He liked to pretend to be old and experienced when others called him Martial Uncle. Then, when no one was looking, he would immediately crack open his mouth and laugh.
On this day, it was sunny after the snow. Song Tinglu searched for a long time before he finally found his Junior Sister who was in a daze in a pavilion.
Song Tinglu probably knew the taste of worry. After his Junior Sister came back from Escape Summer Town in Beiliang, she began to like sitting alone in a daze. He righteously complained to his master that his Junior Sister was not willing to practice the sword. In the end, before the two men could criticize him, the girl casually said that she was comprehending the sword and dismissed both his master and senior brother. As the senior brother, the youth was naturally not convinced. In the end, his master had the two of them spar. His Junior Sister, who could only win after a hundred moves, could take care of the youth within eighty moves. He lost again and again. From eighty moves to seventy moves and then to sixty moves, he lost all three battles. The results were worse each time. Naturally, the youth was given the nickname Song Busheng by Junior Sister Shan Yiyi. This nickname quickly spread in the Dongyue Sword Pool. There were two new female disciples who were older than the youth who would add Song Busheng before Martial Uncle when they called Song Tinglu. This made the youth both happy and worried.
When Song Tinglu was about to enter the pavilion, Shan Yiyi suddenly said fiercely, "Remember, from now on, this pavilion is a forbidden area of our Dongyue Sword Pool. Without my permission, no one is allowed to set foot here! Not you, not Senior Brother Li, not even Master! "
The girl looked at the dumbfounded youth and waved her hand. She said angrily, "I'll let it go today. Those who don't know are not guilty. Remember, don't do it again!"
Song Tinglu was helpless. He was used to his Junior Sister's wild ideas. The youth was already used to it.
Song Tinglu said mysteriously in a low voice, "Junior Sister, do you know that an important guest came to our Sword Pool today? Senior Martial Brother Li even used his most treasured tea set, and Master also accompanied him. "
The girl did not care about being called Junior Sister by Song Tinglu today. She only said absent-mindedly, "Then why didn't you accompany him?"
The youth curled his lips. "You know that I don't like tea. It's very bland and tasteless. Master promised me that in two years, I'll be allowed to drink. When that time comes, I'll definitely drink in big bowls! "
The girl sneered. "Why don't you just drink from a water vat? Isn't that more heroic?"
The youth was speechless.
In the past, he could not win an argument with her. Now, he could not even win a fight.
The youth was a little depressed.
The ignorant youth was far from understanding the matters between men and women. He was still far from understanding the melancholy in his crotch.
Just as the youth was sulking, three people walked in from outside the pavilion. It was Master Chai Qingshan, Senior Brother Li Yibai, and a young Daoist in a Daoist robe.
Shan Yiyi and Song Tinglu stood up at the same time. The three people walked quickly into the pavilion. Chai Qingshan smiled and introduced them to his two disciples. "This is Little Celestial Master Qi of Mount Longhu …"
Song Tinglu's eyes lit up. He said impatiently, "I know, I know. It's Little Lu, Little Ancestor Qi Xianxia."
Li Yibai knocked the youth's head with a chestnut and laughed angrily. "Juniors can't call elders by their names!"
Song Tinglu chuckled. Senior Brother Li Yibai's teachings had obviously gone in one ear and out the other.
The girl raised her face that had not fully grown and asked naively, "Daoist Qi, if you fought with the King of Beiliang, how many moves could you take?"
Chai Qingshan's face was filled with anger when he heard this. He glared fiercely at his silly daughter.
Qi Xianxia, who was visiting the Dongyue Sword Pool on the way, smiled and said, "If it was just a spar, I could take ten moves or so. However, if it was a life and death battle with Hsu Fengnian, it would only take one move."
The girl smiled and said, "Daoist Qi, if that's the case, you must be an expert!"
Qi Xianxia was stunned. He probably could not keep up with the girl's thoughts.
Chai Qingshan and Li Yibai did not know whether to laugh or cry. Song Tinglu could not help but turn his head and roll his eyes. In his junior sister's eyes, as long as no one competed with that guy for the title of number one in the world, she did not care who was second or third in the world.
Chai Qingshan instructed the two children, "Tinglu, Yiyi, the two of you go outside the pavilion and practice a set of sword techniques that you are most familiar with. Let Mister Qi give you pointers. This is a rare opportunity, so cheer up!"
Song Tinglu was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger. He rushed out of the pavilion without another word and decisively unsheathed his wooden sword. The tip of the sword glowed, and the sword's momentum was continuous. Sword after sword flowed freely and endlessly.
Li Yibai was very pleased. What a good sword like a dragon. Most importantly, he could feel a vigorous aura from the sword's momentum. This junior brother would definitely become the pillar of the Dongyue Sword Pool in the future.
On the other hand, Shan Yiyi was somewhat sloppy. She picked up the sword that she had personally forged in the Nanhua Sword Furnace and reluctantly walked out of the pavilion. She followed Song Tinglu's movements.
Qi Xianxia observed the young man and woman's sword practice very seriously. He was very focused and did not miss anything.
It did not seem like a sword elder who wanted to give pointers to a junior. Instead, it seemed like a junior was learning the sword from a senior.
Li Yibai looked at Qi Xianxia and suddenly understood. It was rumored that this person had destroyed his cultivation that he had worked hard to cultivate for more than twenty years in Great Peace City. He wanted to start all over again. Only someone with such great perseverance could look at everything in the world with such a calm attitude.
Song Tinglu finished practicing the Ape Form Sword that was said to have been made by the ancient immortals. He had a smug expression and asked Qi Xianxia, "Daoist Qi, how is my sword technique?"
Qi Xianxia smiled and said, "Strength is in strength, weakness is in breath. In the future, when you practice the sword, you cannot just focus on the sword essence and ignore the moves. You should focus on being down-to-earth and studying the strengths of the swordsmen in the world. You can use the stones of other mountains to improve jade. You must not look down on other swords in the world because of the strong foundation of the Dongyue Sword Pool. You can expect to reach second-grade in three years and hope to reach first-grade in ten years. If you can concentrate on consolidating the Qi in your body, you may have a chance to reach Celestial Phenomenon. "
Song Tinglu frowned and said, "Only hope. I thought that reaching Celestial Phenomenon would be easy."
Chai Qingshan laughed angrily and said, "You arrogant child. Don't talk nonsense in front of Sir Qi!"
Shan Yiyi originally thought that she had escaped a calamity, so she tiptoed with her sword, wanting to slip away.
She did not expect the little celestial master of Mount Longhu to laugh and say, "Miss, you clearly have an innate sword embryo that only appears once in a hundred years. Why are you squandering your innate talent? There is an ancient saying that says that if you give too much, you will be blamed. If you do not give enough, you will be punished. I hope that you will think carefully about this. "
The girl in white widened her beautiful eyes that were overflowing with Qi and said innocently, "Daoist, don't accuse me wrongly. I am very diligent in practicing the sword. I will learn whatever my master wants me to learn. I never cut corners!"
Qi Xianxia's words made this mischievous girl speechless. "For swordsmen, hard work comes second and heart comes first."
The girl in white tilted her head as if she was confused.
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