Chapter 8 He finally won.

That day, Su Yunyu showed off her skills to Xiao Shuying, and the next day she directly taught him sword techniques, move by move.

As the number one swordsman in the world and a true swordsman, his personal instruction of Xiao Shuying was obviously much more efficient.

A gentle breeze swirled, and the sun shone through the misty haze. Taking advantage of Xiao Shuying's height, which only reached his shoulder, Su Yunyu wrapped her arms around him and grasped his wrist, leading the movement with her own strength.

Xiao Shuying never expected that someone like him would patiently teach her from the smallest details.

It seems that the Su Yunyu in front of me is really quite different from the one in my first life.

Lost in thought, Xiao Shuying became somewhat absent-minded.

"concentrate--"

He only snapped back to reality when he suddenly heard a cold sound above his head, and stopped thinking about it.

The light flickered and the sound rang out. Xiao Shuying was dazzled by the sharpness of the sword flashes before his eyes, especially since he was in a position where he was completely controlled by someone else, which made him feel extremely awkward.

Just as he was getting irritated, Su Yunyu led him to swing his sword downwards, his posture slightly bent and his hair slightly disheveled, causing Xiao Shuying's face to itch.

Looking over in surprise, he saw that a strand of the man's long, dark hair was falling down and brushing against his cheek.

The ground she touched immediately felt like it was crawling with ants, and Xiao Shuying felt a strong urge to jump up.

No, he still couldn't stand Su Yunyu's excessive distance.

The rich, cold fragrance emanating from the sword as it was wielded was simply irritating him.

So he simply said:

"Master, why don't you let me practice by myself for a while?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yunyu stopped what she was doing. She didn't even notice that Xiao Shuying had suddenly moved away from her. She simply relaxed her brows and nodded.

“Okay,” he said, handing the Xuehua Sword to Xiao Shuying.

He didn't actually like being taught swordsmanship step by step, but that's how it was portrayed in fantasy dramas. When he tried it himself, he realized how tiring it was.

Xiao Shuying, in particular, was always distracted and her movements were clumsy, which made Su Yunyu want to let her roam free.

After descending the steps from Xiao Shuying's, Su Yunyu simply walked to the corridor, leaned against the wall, and relaxed, watching Xiao Shuying practice on her own.

If it weren't for his public persona, he would really like to sit on a stool, grab some melon seeds, and chat and pontificate.

"Alas, what a pity," Su Yunyu thought to herself, feeling secretly depressed.

On the other side, Xiao Shuying received the Xuehua Sword and couldn't help but touch its snow-white, cold scabbard, first sighing that it was a fine sword.

Then, for some reason, she recalled the scene from her previous life when Su Yunyu had this sword pierce her heart.

Thus, his admiration for the Xuehua Sword changed. Xiao Shuying lowered his eyes and looked at it, a thought that stirred his interest.

Since this sword could kill its master in the previous life, if I were to feign slipping and falling towards Su Yunyu now that I hold it in my hand, wouldn't I be able to replicate the effect from the previous life...?

Thinking this, Xiao Shuying raised her eyes and glanced at Su Yunyu, who was nearby. She couldn't help but smile, her eyes filled with joy.

Success or failure, how will you know if you don't try?

Anyway, Su Yunyu is easy to fool, and she has plenty of excuses if she loses.

So Xiao Shuying brandished the Xuehua sword, recalling the techniques Su Yunyu had just taught him, but deliberately made his movements wide and unsteady, slowly moving closer to Su Yunyu.

As the distance drew closer, Xiao Shuying feigned swinging and sheathing her sword, but in reality, she was already calculating in her eyes where she could most easily pierce his heart by throwing herself at him.

After pretending to wield her sword for a while, Xiao Shuying finally moved to a more suitable spot. She then glanced up and saw that Su Yunyu seemed unprepared. Deciding to finish the fight quickly, she slipped and threw her longsword down—

With swords drawn, they resemble rows of halberds; a single strike can overcome a thousand blades.

However, when Xiao Shuying fell, due to a slight deviation in force, she brushed past Su Yunyu and fell straight to the ground.

Although he fell, fortunately there was no watermelon rind under his feet, and the Xuehua Sword did not pierce his heart at a tricky angle.

Before Xiao Shuying collapsed to the ground, a sense of relief flashed through her mind:

It seems that Heaven still favors him.

Just now, Su Yunyu was in her sea of ​​consciousness and the system was arranging her troops, from Tom and Jerry to the Four Great Classical Novels, discussing which one she should watch later.

Before they could reach a conclusion, a loud bang was heard in their ears, as if clouds had broken and mountains had collapsed, which startled Su Yunyu and made her tremble involuntarily.

She quickly glanced around and saw that her disciple, who had just been practicing swordsmanship, had fallen to the ground for some unknown reason. Su Yunyu asked the system what had happened, but the system also said it didn't know.

Su Yunyu had no choice but to bend down and help Xiao Shuying up. Seeing that Xiao Shuying kept her eyes downcast and refused to look at him, she was somewhat puzzled.

How did you fall?

"..." Xiao Shuying paused for a second, enduring the dull throbbing pain in her body, feeling incredibly ashamed, and remained silent for a while before speaking:

"I lost my footing..."

Not only was it embarrassing, but he also worried that Su Yunyu might notice something.

Then, he glanced at Su Yunyu's expression, seemingly wanting to look but not really, and saw that he seemed a little confused. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

It seems they know nothing, and indeed they do.

His furtive behavior seemed to Su Yunyu as embarrassment, so she didn't criticize him.

After transferring some spiritual energy to heal his injuries, Su Yunyu pondered for a moment, then said calmly:

"Your foundation is too weak. You will need to practice for two more hours today."

"..."

After practicing swordsmanship day and night for three days, when Xiao Shuying emerged from Misty Peak, she saw the mountains as swords and the valleys as sharp blades.

When they arrived at the martial arts competition venue, it was already packed with people, and they couldn't move easily. Xiao Shuying's appearance order was 69, and she had already fought up to 65.

If Su Yunyu had let him leave the peak any later, the grand ceremony would probably have been lost without a fight.

In this competition, he was the only one without any cultivation level.

I don't know why Su Yunyu values ​​him so much and thinks he's sure to win.

Xiao Shuying overheard the comments around her about him, saying that since his meridians were broken, why did he insist on coming to fight? He simply had no self-awareness.

I'm afraid the vast majority of people think this way.

Therefore, Su Yunyu's inexplicable trust made him feel somewhat complicated.

But he had no time to think about these emotions. The competition on the stage was fast-paced, and in the blink of an eye, it would be his turn to go on stage.

"Next up is Xiao Shuying versus Yan Angao—"

As the drums were beaten, the crowd below began to murmur amongst themselves.

Without even listening closely, one could easily pick out several names related to "Xiao Shuying".

The person involved remained calm, holding Mu Ling's hand tightly as they walked onto the stage.

The person opposite her also appeared at the same time. Their eyes met, and Xiao Shuying was surprised to find that he was Xiao Qingran's younger brother, the one who bumped into her at Wugutang that day.

It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet.

This time, we can settle both old and new grudges.

The two exchanged greetings before the duel. After Yan Angao finished bowing, he scratched his head sheepishly as he stood up and said:

"Senior Brother Xiao, please forgive me."

They spoke as if victory was assured.

Xiao Shuying ignored her and simply gripped her sword even tighter.

At this moment, Su Yunyu, who was far away on the balcony, leaned on the railing and looked towards the dueling arena.

While lamenting that they couldn't eat sunflower seeds, they watched the play with great interest.

System: [Aren't you worried the protagonist will lose?]

Su Yunyu: "You have to believe in Long Aotian's incredible luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fight broke out. Yan An drew his sword and thrust it diagonally, taking an unorthodox approach. His movements were agile and unpredictable, like a snake hissing, elusive and shadowy.

He lunged at him from the side, but Xiao Shuying dodged, raised her sword and swung it. The sword rang out loudly, solid and real, a sword technique inherited from Su Yunyu, the most righteous and upright sword technique closest to the Great Dao.

To be fair, Xiao Shuying learned Su Yunyu's swordsmanship, which made up for many of her weaknesses. If she had used Su Yunyu's Xuehua Sword, she probably would have won directly.

His opponent, Yan Angao, clearly saw that his swordsmanship was extraordinary and fierce. Naturally, he wondered who had taught him. His eyes hardened, thinking that a good-for-nothing like him deserved such good treatment.

Therefore, the sword strikes became increasingly fierce, and the force became increasingly dense.

On the balcony, Su Yunyu wiped the sweat from Long Aotian's brow. His disciple had no cultivation and his meridians were broken, which meant he was destined to be at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength from the start.

Although his swordsmanship is first-rate, his sword intent is not mature enough. Whether he can win or not depends on fate.

As Su Yunyu had predicted, Xiao Shuying appeared exhausted after only a few exchanges. Yan Angao seized the opportunity, striking with his sword—

Xiao Shuying fell to the ground while trying to dodge, and almost dropped her sword as well.

Once the sword leaves the hand, the outcome is already clear, so Xiao Shuying gripped the sword tightly, trying to get up.

But the next second, Yan An raised his foot and stepped firmly on his wrist, trying to force him to let go and release the sword.

He even bent down and verbally abused Xiao Shuying:

"Senior brother, you should give up. It will be better for everyone that way."

“…Heh,” Xiao Shuying just scoffed, raising her eyes to look at Yan Angao. There was no sign of submission in her eyes, only arrogance that looked down on him.

This glance enraged Yan Angao, who increased his pressure, forcefully stomping on Xiao Shuying's wrist with his toe, and loudly mocking:

"You really are stubborn."

A piercing pain shot through his wrist, accompanied by a creaking sound. The whispers from the audience below seemed amplified, reaching his ears.

"This is truly a disgrace to the Immortal Venerable."

"He's utterly useless. What did the Immortal Venerable see in him?"

"Does such trash deserve to stay in the Tianxuan Sect?"

Yan Angao then began to mock him again, his grating laughter, mixed with these derogatory remarks, gradually merging with the vicious words that had surrounded him day and night in his first life:

"He's a jinx! He brought death to his mother at birth!"

"He stole Young Master Qingran's things, it must be him!"

"Useless trash! If you don't clean this up, you'll be sorry!"

Xiao Shuying's five fingers, which were being trampled underfoot, gradually tightened, gripping the ground with such force that the fingertips shattered, leaving bloody marks on the ground.

Unbeknownst to him, that inexplicable murderous aura gathered within him once more, spreading like wildfire, instantly turning his eyes bloodshot—

At this moment, her meridians stopped hurting and her body was no longer weak. Xiao Shuying suddenly raised her eyes, which startled Yan Angao. He lost his footing and was suddenly overturned by him.

As Yan Angao fell to the ground in shock, Xiao Shuying got up and kicked his sword-wielding hand—

With a loud thud, Yan An's sword was kicked straight away, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Shuying wins!"

The sound of drums suddenly rang out the next moment, announcing that the dust had settled.

The murmurs from the audience vanished instantly, replaced by a deathly silence.

We won.

Upon realizing this, Xiao Shuying tried to smile, but her meridians suddenly throbbed with pain, so intense that she felt like she couldn't live.

He also collapsed to the ground, and just as he was about to faint from the pain, he saw a white figure flying in from afar.

It's Su Yunyu again.

The immortal treads on the water, leaving no trace.

The cool fragrance wafts like the sweet scent of orchids, and the sunlight illuminates the plains and fields.

For some unknown reason, Xiao Shuying inexplicably lost her strength and fainted.

He won, he won...

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