As a smart and beautiful girl who is familiar with all kinds of novels on male and female channels, Ning Ning is not stupid and immediately understood what Nie Zhi meant.
Her current behavior is indeed easy to be misunderstood. If she resists, it will only make things worse.
In the established plot, the original owner insulted Pei Ji and turned away. The scene was awkward at this moment, and she didn't want to stay any longer, but in order to stop the male protagonist's unrealistic self-love, she still added before leaving: "I really don't like you!"
Pei Ji looked at her expression...
Well, there was no expression on his face, his narrow and long phoenix eyes glanced lightly, his voice was as cold as ice, and there was still some murderous lingering: "I never said you like it."
Ning Ning choked.
Male protagonist, you are a dog! Will you die if you don't say this?
Now she is being self-indulgent.
"And you guys."
Pei Ji is a piece of hard iron, she won't be stupid enough to kick him, and turned her eyes to the other two people present: "Don't let your imagination run wild!"
Nie Zhi had a face full of "Okay, okay, we all know, the eldest lady knows how to have fun" look, and kept nodding like the hand of a lucky cat: "Yes, yes, yes, absolutely not letting your imagination run wild."
Ning Ning was almost mad at him to death.
However, she had no words to say, so she could only grit her teeth and look at Pei Ji, reciting the last cruel words of the vicious female supporting character in the original novel, which the system forced her to say: "We will meet again, just wait and see."
Ning Ning: ...
Even she felt that after this operation, she had clearly become a proud and arrogant lady who had a crush on the male protagonist but was too embarrassed to express her feelings, okay!
The words "we will meet again" are indeed very chilling in the context of the original text, but when it comes to her...
why does it feel like she can't wait to see her lover again!
Ning Ning was almost suffocated by this oolong, and turned around and left without hesitation, without waving her sleeves or taking away a cloud of color, leaving three people with different expressions in the disciple's room.
Nie Zhi laughed dryly and looked at Pei Ji in front of him timidly: "It seems that she has a deep affection for you, congratulations."
The little ancestor left, leaving Pei Ji like a mad dog. He felt that he was finished.
During the entrance test, Pei Ji was just a poor boy with weak spiritual power and residual magic blood in his body. He had no money, no power, and no strength, which made him a punching bag for him and Shen Anqiao.
This boy is also powerful. Even though his strength is meager, he will fight back desperately every time he is beaten, causing even more severe beatings. No matter how badly he was injured, he never asked for mercy.
Like a wolf cub that has not yet grown claws and fangs, his eyes are as red as blood.
Pei Ji's swordsmanship... when did he improve to this level?
This question loomed in his mind, and in the gradually spreading night, Nie Zhi heard an inaudible chuckle.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone with the moonlight, and the chaotic light and shadow flowed like a stream, outlining the sharp outline of the young man in front of him.
Pei Jiwu's heavy pupils were full of light, and although the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, his eyes were as cold as the north wind and the glacier, without a trace of warmth.
His tone was light, with a hint of laziness and mockery, and the tear mole under his eyes was like solidified blood, which made Nie Zhi's back feel cold: "Draw the sword."
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What happened to the male protagonist had nothing to do with Ning Ning at this time.
He can have concubines if he wants, and can enter secret realms if he wants. She doesn't care
at all. The only thing Ning Ning cares about is that she can finally walk on the ground again! And not only walking, but even flying with a sword is easy! She
was tortured by illness in her previous life. When she was seriously ill, she only had one breath left. She didn't even have the strength to get out of bed. She could only lie quietly and wait to die.
Thinking about it carefully, she hasn't walked freely for a long time.
Now she is so happy!
Ning Ning almost trotted out of the disciple room and came to the open area on the top of the mountain. Relying on her memory, she made a trick with one hand.
With a flash of sword light at her waist, the long sword was unsheathed and spanned in the air.
This sword is called "Star Mark". The blade is slender, thin, and light as a swallow. Under the moonlight, it reveals a faint cold light.
The hilt is decorated with several small and exquisite Guanghan Youzhu, revealing a spiritual light. It looks brilliant and dazzling, and it really has the color of a sky full of stars.
The original owner cherished this sword very much, or it can be said that in the eyes of every sword cultivator, his own sword is a treasure that is unparalleled in the world.
The man is the sword, and the sword is the only one who belongs to me.
No matter splitting mountains and rivers, breaking the earth and breaking the sky, and stepping through all the mysterious realms, fame is nothing but a matter of life, there is only one person and one sword.
What do you need money for? Just have a sword; what do you need fame for? Just have a sword; what do you need a wife for? Just have a sword.
Or, the sword is their wife.
——His wife is so beautiful! Don't worry, Xinghen baby, mom will buy you the best clothes and make you the most beautiful child in the whole sect!
Ningning made a solemn vow and stepped on the sword body unskillfully. With a faint sound of the sword, the aura rose to the sky.
The remaining sun was swallowed up by the night, leaving only a bright moon in the sky. The thin clouds were like cotton wool soaked in ink, gently and softly cruising in the dark dome, unable to cover up the rich moonlight.
Ningning lowered her eyes and looked down, and couldn't help being silent.
The Xuanxu Sword Sect where she was located was built in the Kunwu Mountains, and was listed as one of the seven caves with rich spiritual energy. It was exactly what was said that "the essence and image were mysterious, and the palaces were arranged in the clear scenery; the secluded quality was condensed, and the caves were opened in the famous mountains."
The Taixuan main peak in the center rose from the ground, and the four branches of Lingxiao, Kaiyang, Yuheng, and Tianhe were arranged nearby. The remaining small peaks were piled up with rocks and lush green.
The atmosphere was mixed between the towering peaks, and the swift wind and smoke were intertwined with each other. The white mist in the mountains gathered and dispersed, like a light gauze and a spiritual cage covering it. At this time, it was soaked by the white moonlight, making it more empty and lively.
Looking closely, you can see the buildings scattered all over the place. The sword casting platform, sword formation, stargazing platform and academy were all brightly lit, and the surrounding stone ladders were connected. Looking from afar, it seemed like being in a fairyland.
It was really a very beautiful scene.
So Ningning swore that she definitely didn't mean to make her stomach growl.
When her empty stomach growled for the third time, Ningning finally came to the dining hall.
In order to find fault with Pei Ji, the original owner actually missed the dinner time set by the sect. Ning Ning thought in a very unpromising way that she was clearly hurting the enemy by 800 but hurting herself by 1,000. How could revenge be more important than eating?
The food in the cafeteria was as empty as her stomach. Perhaps because she felt sorry for the little girl, the female cultivator who was cooking took out a skinned dead goose from the kitchen cabinet.
Then she squeezed her hands and cut the goose in half from the middle, handing one of the pieces to Ning Ning.
The real crispy goose disintegrated.
But why are your movements so skillful!
"Since this month, you are the seventh disciple to come and beg for food. There is not much stock now, so eat sparingly, little Taoist friend."
The female cultivator tore the goose and closed the cabinet in one go, and used a very skilled tone: "There is still hope in life. Don't think too much because you are penniless. As long as you are still alive, those material things will come sooner or later."
Ning Ning:?
Wait, did you misunderstand something? And why is she the seventh one to beg for food? Do people in this sect have the habit of being late for dinner? And what does this have to do with money? There can't be anyone who can't afford to eat, right?
Ning Ning was full of doubts and replied: "The seventh one?"
The female cultivator sighed: "There were more in the past. What is our sect like, little Taoist friend, don't you understand?"... She really doesn't understand!
The female cultivator didn't make herself clear in the end, and Ningning returned to her own small courtyard with the goose in her hand, full of confusion.
Unexpectedly, the original owner's room looked very clean, without the gold, silver and bronze utensils that would blind one's eyes as imagined.
There was naturally no cooking pot here, and there was no way to find firewood for roasting. Ningning looked up and down the room with some distress, and her eyes finally stopped on the alchemy furnace in the corner.
Isn't this it!
The alchemy furnace uses spiritual energy as a fuel, and can ignite the fire without firewood. In addition, its size is similar to that of a high-pressure pot, so it is the perfect utensil for roasting goose. She is really a clever ghost.
——Of course, the above actions are extremely dangerous. The high-pressure pot and the clever ghost are all her nonsense.
If the ancestors of Xuanxu Sect knew that someone used a furnace to roast a goose, they might be so angry that they would come down from the fairyland directly, which would be more powerful than the seven fairies looking for Dong Yong.
Put the goose into the alchemy furnace and then use spiritual energy to control the fire. While Ningning was waiting for the meat to be cooked, she thought with a cold humor:
She was the seventh person to ask for goose meat from the kitchen, so according to the order, she was definitely "Goose Tasting Number Seven". Wow, this is very comfortable.
It's not bad to call her the Goose Tasting Fairy.
The only thing she couldn't figure out was...what did the female cultivator mean by that?
She didn't have time to think of the answer to this question.
What appeared before the answer was a deafening explosion that was extremely close to her.
A blazing heat wave hit her face, but fortunately Ningning still had some self-defense instinct in her body, and she immediately grabbed the shield in front of her. Although she was forced to take a few steps back by the heat wave, she was not seriously injured at least.
Dust and ashes floated in front of her eyes, and through the blurred vision, she could barely see the appearance of the house.
The two legs of the desk were blown off, and it fell to the side in a disabled and weak state; the white walls looked as if they had been sent to Africa for a vacation, and they were all black; as for the furnace where she roasted goose -
Danlu died in disgrace, and in order to defend his dignity as the furnace, he blew up with great honor.
It's just a roasted goose, is it that serious?
The hunger in her stomach kept poking at her nerves. Ningning didn't care too much and took a few steps forward holding her breath.
The alchemy furnace had become a mess of broken pieces, with light smoke mixed with black air lingering around. Her roasted goose lay quietly on the ground.
The dark skin was like the flowers blooming in Ethiopia. Ningning would like to call it the second generation of Bao Zheng.
She finally understood.
She could not become a goose fairy, at most she would become a goose fairy.
The smoky miasma had not yet subsided. Just as Ning Ning picked up her Ethiopian flowers and held them in her hands, she heard a gentle knock on the door: "Little Senior Sister?"
[Ding, mission released!]
[Outside the door is Lin Xun, the new disciple of Tian Xianzi. As a senior sister, you have always been jealous of him for stealing the master's favor and want to take revenge.]
[Please open the door for him and seduce him according to the original plot!]
Ning Ning:?
She wants to seduce people with her disheveled hair and gray face? She is more like a female ghost in a horror movie.
The system's ding sound echoed in her ears. She remembered Lin Xun.
The little prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, a sword genius that everyone is looking at. Since he grew up in the palace and rarely communicated with outsiders, he gradually developed a shy and introverted personality, blushing when he touched a woman.
It is called social phobia.
After he became a disciple of Tianxianzi, he took away the original owner's identity as the youngest disciple. In addition, his swordsmanship was so powerful and his practice was so fast that she was jealous.
Lin Xun was born noble, so the original owner naturally would not bully him openly, but took another obscure approach - seduction.
Her original intention was to deceive Lin Xun's trust, and then slowly squeeze his value and make him a tool for her use. Unexpectedly, this young man was born with fear of women. The closer the original owner got, the more he resisted.
Tonight is the first time they will face off.
Ning Ning calmed down for a moment and whispered, "Come in."
So when Lin Xun pushed the door open, he saw the following scene -
the whole room looked like it had been set on fire after a burglary, and just in case, there was a shocking explosion. As the smoke rose, his junior sister's nose was stained with a light gray-black color, and the dark unidentified object in her hand was glowing strangely.
Lin Xun was really scared: "Junior sister, are you okay?"
"Nothing." Ning Ning gave him a comforting smile and waved the dark unidentified object in her hand, "I'm roasting a goose."
Lin Xun was stunned again, and looked at the object carefully with a complicated expression.
This thing... I'm afraid if I take it to a fight, the zombies will think it's a black donkey's hoof.
But this is not the most important thing to worry about.
The handsome young man frowned slightly, and looked at the broken remains of the furnace. His voice unconsciously became a little hoarse: "Junior Sister, is this your alchemy furnace?"
"Yeah." Ning Ning didn't understand why he reacted so violently, so she raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose, "Do you know where I can buy a new one?"
There was a strange silence for a while.
When the clear voice of the junior brother sounded again, it was like a death knell in hell.
"But... Junior Sister, don't you still owe a lot of foreign debts?"
Ning Ning: pupils trembled.
Seeing her expression of disbelief, Lin Xun lowered his head to avoid Ning Ning's sight and continued in a low voice: "Master told me that you owed a lot of money for forging the Star Mark, and you haven't paid it back yet. This furnace is 10,000 spirit stones, the compensation for the damage to the residence is 5,000 spirit stones, and your sandalwood incense table is-"
"Wait!"
Ning Ning couldn't bear so much information for a while: "Aren't these furniture cheap goods mass-produced by the sect?"
Lin Xun was a little afraid of her, and clenched his sleeves: "It was the junior sister who said that she liked sandalwood incense, and she wanted to use the best for refining pills."
"Then what about my family? Isn't my family rich and powerful?"
"Master forbids disciples to spend the Huo family's wealth."
Ning Ning was shocked. She resisted the urge to vomit blood and finally asked him: "Shouldn't the master pay for the training?"
"Little Senior Sister, wake up."
Lin Xun was a little anxious: "We are sword cultivators, we don't have money!"
This sentence woke
Ning Ning up. Ning Ning suddenly realized.
That's right.
She is a sword cultivator.
What do ordinary people think of sword cultivators? They are aloof and indifferent, decisive in killing, and can cut through everything with one sword. What
are real sword cultivators like? Straight men, stubborn, violent.
Most importantly, they are poor.
Among all the sects, sword cultivators always hold the best and coolest swords, use the most powerful sword moves, but always wear the cheapest clothes.
The reason is simple: all the money is spent on their wives.
Not to mention the huge expenditure on sword cases and sword ornaments, the cost of repairing and maintaining the swords alone is enough to eat up the private money of a large group of people. For
sword cultivators, their heads can be cut off and blood can be shed, but it is absolutely impossible to let their swords suffer.
In order to save money to maintain swords, fasting without food and water has become commonplace. Things like self-taught sewing and street art are also common.
The one who impressed Ning Ning the most was a senior brother named He in the original book.
It is rumored that in order to make money, he went to a brothel to compete for the top spot. After being discovered to be a sword cultivator, he still brazenly lied that he was a disciple of the Wanjian Sect. In the end, he was exposed on the spot by the Wanjian Sect.
- The Wanjian Sect is the second largest sword sect. Its relationship with the Xuanxu Sword Sect is similar to that of Tsinghua University and Peking University. They are mortal enemies fighting openly and secretly.
She finally understood what the female cultivator in the cafeteria meant.
At the same time, she also understood that they would meet frequently in the future.
Let her see who can't afford to eat all day long? Oh, it turned out to be her!
This is really a horror movie!
During the silence between the two, a paragraph of text emerged in her mind at the right time. It was the original paragraph that the system called out in order for her to complete the task smoothly.
There were only six characters on the title: Ning Ning seduced Lin Xun at night.
[The moonlight sank to the west, and the sky in front of the door was as clear as a pool of water, with shadows intertwined.
Ning Ning smiled tenderly, and her slender fingers brushed Lin Xun's collar, causing the boy's back to stiffen and his ears to blush.
The moonlight danced, wetting the girl's soft cherry lips. She opened her mouth softly, and her breath was as beautiful as orchid: "The moonlight is charming tonight, and my senior sister is in a good mood. How about we go out to watch the moon together?"] Watching
the moon.
From then on, she would eat geese and watch the moon every day.
The moonlight sank to the west, and the sky in front of the door was as clear as a pool of water, with shadows intertwined.
Ning Ning smiled tenderly, her slender fingers brushed the body of Xinghen Sword. His wife's back was always straight.
The hand that touched the sword trembled slightly.
She opened her mouth softly in the dark air, and the fragrance of roasted goose remained on her fingertips: "Wife, I don't have money to buy you new clothes, please forgive me, your useless mother."
Lin Xun looked at the scene in front of him and felt horrified.
He didn't understand why the little sister asked those questions that she knew very well, and he didn't understand why Ning Ning called Xinghen her wife, but claimed to be its mother.
He only knew that the little sister seemed to be a little bit wrong.
In ancient times, Fan Jin was defeated, and now Ning Ning exploded.
It was not until a long time later that Lin Xun could still recall the fear of being dominated that night.
The little sister slowly approached him and put one hand on his shoulder.
Her tone was crazy and it was hard to tell whether she was laughing or crying. Her voice was like a wild ghost, which matched her slightly red almond eyes perfectly:
"The moonlight is nice tonight, and I am in a good mood. How about..."
"Let's go out and enjoy the moon, how about that, haha."
The last "haha" was the essence, which vividly interpreted what it meant to have a happy scene with a sad mood. The ending of the song was like a cold arrow shot from a bow, and it pierced the center of his eardrum.
Lin Xun was almost scared to death.
He thought that Senior Brother He's selling his body to cultivate his sword skills was the last word of the Sword Sect, but he didn't expect that Senior Sister Ningning was even sicker than him.
The little prince of the Dragon Palace took a step back with a pale face, trembling all over.
Help! Senior Sister Ningning -
she's been driven crazy by her own poverty!
The parts of her body that were touched seemed to be burning, burning Lin Xun all over and he subconsciously wanted to shake her hand off.
But, but.
Senior Sister is so pitiful.
She is already so poor that it's abnormal. If he refuses the invitation, she will definitely be even more sad.
So Xiao Bailong endured the discomfort, his voice was low and unclear, and he trembled softly and could not help but said: "Little Senior Sister, don't be sad, I... I will accompany you to see the moon."