At the moment when the sword technique collided with the soul-stealing spike, the arc of Ning Ning's mouth was still frozen on her lips.
She really didn't expect that her crooked sword energy would accidentally hit Chen Zhao's poison spike, and the yin and yang canceled each other out and disappeared at the same time.
After making such a big fuss, the system in her head didn't make a sound.
It was the same when she made mistakes with Pei Ji before, as if it only needed to urge Ning Ning to "do it", and as for how well she did it, it had nothing to do with it. It was like
Ning Ning herself who was desperately trying to complete her summer homework, as long as she filled in the blanks, it didn't matter whether the answer was right or not, as long as she finished it.
Seeing that the Soul-Snail was no longer effective, Chen Zhao panicked.
The sword energy was fast and accurate, hitting the Soul-Snail precisely and without error. In such a lightning-fast collision, the person who could do this must be extremely powerful.
Either Pei Ji's power was unfathomable, or there was a master helping him in secret. Either way, it would be a big disadvantage for him.
Yesterday, when he heard that Ning Ning, a disciple of Tianxianzi, was defeated by an outer disciple, he secretly despised him countless times in his heart, and secretly made up his mind to destroy the boy's prestige in today's competition, but he didn't expect...
Chen Zhao's face froze, and the knuckles holding the hilt turned slightly white.
In this case, don't blame him for killing him!
The giant sword rose up, stirring up a thousand-year-old gust of wind. The dark golden sword shadow shone with the sunlight, and in just a moment, the tall and burly young man rushed forward and attacked the direction where Pei Ji was.
The young man in black clothes was concentrating, with a faint murderous aura between his brows.
Ning Ning clasped her hands in front of her chest and watched the increasingly fierce competition on the field without saying a word. The layman sees the excitement, the expert sees the doorway, and as an expert, Ning Ning couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of her heart:
The male lead is so handsome.
In fact, Pei Ji doesn't look like a decent male lead, and his personality and actions are even more different.
Because he was hated by his mother since he was a child, and was often beaten madly as a substitute for his treacherous father, he naturally did not grow up to be a new socialist youth, and his personality is withdrawn and weird.
Not only does he resist contact with others, but he also has a lot of incredible attribute bonuses such as poisonous tongue, sinister and black heart, which makes him more like a villain than a villain, leaving the villain with no way out.
So the popularity of this novel...
to put it mildly, it is not too high, and I don’t know how the author managed to write so many words alone.
Let’s get back to Pei Ji.
He has a stunningly beautiful face, and his upturned phoenix eyes are naturally charming, but most of it is dispersed by the ruthless look in his eyes that is as dark as ink and cannot be dissolved.
Bloodthirsty and seductive aura blended together, overlapping. The deep red teardrop mole under his eye was the most wonderful, like a dot of cinnabar, a drop of coagulated blood, and paired with his tightly pursed pale thin lips, it was even more eye-catching than the ink-and-wash mountains and rivers behind him.
Not to mention the black clothes that outlined the tall and straight figure of the young man, and the places where the sword energy hurt him had several cuts, revealing the unnaturally white skin and scarlet blood inside -
no wonder so many supporting roles like him.
At this time, the battle was coming to an end, and both sides were covered in wounds.
Unlike Chen Zhao, who was personally taught by the master, Pei Ji, as an outer disciple, could only practice the basic sword techniques of the sect in the sword hall. But he relied on these moves that everyone knows to gain the upper hand in this competition.
Without a master to teach, he explored on his own day and night; without fixed sword moves, he assessed the situation and took every step carefully, not sticking to the sword moves, but acting according to his heart.
This is a huge gap in talent, and Chen Zhao lost thoroughly.
At this point, anyone with a discerning eye can already see who is winning and who is losing. Ning Ning's heart is as clear as a mirror, knowing that the male protagonist is about to face the first major turning point in his life.
Amidst the flashing swords, there were suddenly several exclamations from the crowd. Ning Ning knew that the time had come, and she followed the gazes of the crowd.
Above the arena hung a cold blue ancient sword, reflecting a dazzling brilliance like melting ice crystals in the sunlight.
There were two young men standing on the sword, both with their hair tied up and wearing white robes, handsome and detached.
One of them had a smile in his starry eyes, with a playful look, and his lips curled up slightly lazily; the other was wearing a light fur coat and a slow belt, with a calm expression, and mottled sunlight flowing on his white shirt, floating like a fairy.
Someone said in surprise: "It's... it's Elder Tianxian and Senior Brother Meng Ju!"
Ning Ning squinted against the light and saw the young man who was smiling all the time waved at her.
Although she didn't want to admit it, this sword practitioner who looked like a lazy and dissolute young man was her master.
Yes, the one next to him with an air of immortality was her senior brother Meng Ju.
From the extremely arrogant name of "Tian Xianzi", it can be seen that their master has always been self-willed.
He is considered a magical figure in the Xuanxu Sword Sect. In order to learn all the sword styles in the world, he travels to various countries for 300 days out of 365 days a year. He basically does not participate in any large or small meetings on weekdays. He is either out of sight or practicing the newly learned sword moves.
In addition, this person is an out-and-out sword fanatic. When he sees a sword he likes, he can't wait to buy it. He is hundreds of years old, but he is still a moonlighter.
According to the original novel, Tianxianzi just returned to Jian Sect and heard the news that Ningning was defeated by an outer disciple. This person especially loved to join in the fun, and immediately came to the arena with his sword, and saw Pei Ji fighting hard against Chen Zhao.
Then he slapped his forehead and decided in a very consistent way: This is a genius! He will be my disciple from now on.
So Pei Ji was promoted from an outer disciple to the direct disciple of Elder Tianxian, and his life was turned upside down from then on, and he was no longer bullied by others.
The muffled sound of the giant sword falling to the ground came from the stage, and Chen Zhao finally lost consciousness and fell to the ground; the black-clothed boy beside him was panting slightly, and his thin chest rose and fell slightly.
Blood trickled down his clothes, and the side of his face that was cut by the sword was blood-red, reflecting the black hair and white skin, which was breathtaking.
Although Pei Ji was a wolf, his back was straight, and he raised his cloudy and dark pupils as if he had felt something in his heart.
It happened that his eyes met with Tian Xianzi of the sword.
Ning Ning knew that it worked.
"Not bad."
The young man on the sword had a natural smile on his lips, and his eyebrows were only slightly raised, and he inexplicably gave off a feeling of spring breeze and melting ice and snow. His tone was as cynical as ever: "Do you want to be my apprentice?"
At this moment, he looked so sage-like and elegant. The new disciple would never forget his handsome appearance and would mutter "Master is the best in the world" from then on.
Unfortunately, Pei Ji on the stage ran out of energy as soon as he said "Do you want to?" and half-knelt on the ground with his sword.
His eyes were still closed.
Tian Xianzi: ...
Give me a chance to show off, brother.
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The unknown outer sect disciple was accepted as a direct disciple by the elder with just one word, and the arena was boiling.
What is an outer sect disciple? He has a little spiritual energy but mediocre talent. He is not even qualified to enter the inner sect. He is lucky to have a word with the elder in his life.
Just after a competition, he became a direct disciple?
It's incredible.
Pei Ji lost consciousness. Tianxianzi was very interested in the mighty sword energy in his body and followed him to the clinic of Tianhe Peak.
Ningning saw all the dust settled and was about to go back to the courtyard to rest when she saw a man in white clothes beside her without any preparation.
It was her eldest senior brother Meng Du.
In terms of swordplay, the senior brother is superb; in actual combat, the senior brother has not lost for many years and is the well-deserved chief disciple of the sect.
Compared with Tianxianzi who is always unruly, Meng Du, who has a calm and gentle personality, is more like a master.
It is said that this senior brother is elegant and always has a smile on his face. Only Ningning knows that this man is an out-and-out black-hearted lotus.
Before Meng Du entered the immortal sect, he was the only son of a wealthy businessman. Because his parents trusted a villain, his family was wiped out when he was twelve years old, and his family property was taken away by his father's most trusted friend.
Thanks to his mother's life, Meng Du was able to delay time and a loyal servant sent him out of the compound, which gave him a glimmer of hope.
From then on, Meng Du didn't trust others.
Although he was polite to everyone, he never gave his heart to anyone, and kept an invisible distance that was difficult to touch;
how gentle he was when he smiled and talked with you, and how decisive and calm he would be when he found out that you betrayed him in the future.
It is conceivable that in the later period of the original work, he was deeply disgusted and heartbroken by the original owner who kept courting death.
Ning Ning glanced at his smiling eyes, then she paused and called out, "Brother."
They didn't have much contact now, and Meng Ju only thought of her as a spoiled and unruly little sister. Although he didn't like her, he didn't hate her either.
So he smiled back, "Ning Ning, Sister. Before Master left, he asked me to tell you that you must practice hard and strive to improve your swordsmanship as soon as possible." He
was talking about the time when she lost to an outer disciple.
Ning Ning nodded obediently, thinking that it was time for her to act up again, and sure enough, her mind buzzed.
[Ding Dong!]
[Meng Ju is a master swordsman and has achieved a high level. Although you know that he doesn't like your unruly and willful character, you can't do anything about him. Why not use a beauty trap, wait for him to fall in love with you, then the secret magic weapon will be easily obtained. ］
［Please say the following words to Meng Ju. ］
Then there was a string of ugly words on the paper, Ning Ning wanted to cover her eyes and scream: Max Max!
Original owner, this idea is not good.
Why do you always want to take advantage of others? You have arms and legs, and you are a sword wizard that everyone is looking at, why can't you think it through and have to cling to others' thighs. What
if you really hate them, relying on your own hard work and practice, and then beat those people to a pulp, wouldn't it be more satisfying?
Ning Ning couldn't figure it out.
But the system didn't care whether she could figure it out or not, she had to recite the words.
"Brother."
She should have acted weak and sad when she said this, but she really didn't have such a thick skin. She was expressionless and motionless throughout the whole process, just like a reciting machine: "I am so sad to lose to Pei Ji."
Meng Ju: "Yeah."
"Now even the master wants to accept him as an apprentice. I have no one else to rely on. Only you can help me, brother."
Meng Ju stopped talking.
Ning Ning took a deep breath and continued in a tone that was almost ready to die: "So! Tonight at midnight! Are you free!"
Her expression was dull and her voice was like a bell. When she finished speaking, her face turned several shades paler. According to the established plot, Meng Ju would immediately understand that the little sister was inviting him to a tryst, and refused without hesitation.
——Not to mention that the original novel describes her movements and expressions for a long time, such as "her voice is as charming as a gossamer thread", "her fingers gently pull the hem of Meng Di's clothes", and "the fragrance is overflowing". Even a girl like Ning Ning can't control herself, but Meng Di can calmly say "no".
Now that her face is full of reluctance, her voice is as stiff as a robot, and she looks like a brave man going to die, he will definitely be even more disgusted.
Ning Ning had already prepared herself for a blunt rejection.
Unexpectedly, Meng Di hesitated for a moment, and actually curved his beautiful peach eyes: "Okay."
Ning Ning: What did you say? Are you crazy or am I crazy?
Even crazier things are still to come.
Meng Chu smiled even more deeply as he spoke, revealing a hint of pity: "How about I teach you something... beyond your age?"
Ning Ning was shocked.
If pupils could tremble, she would have been completely shattered.
Oh no.
Brother, are you so straightforward? Is this the kind of person you are? Wake up, brother!
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Noon, small courtyard.
The moonlight danced, the mist rose, the quiet night spread from the sky, and quietly blended into every inch of land.
The stars and the moonlight cast a hazy light and shadow, which sneaked into the courtyard where Ning Ning was with the wind, illuminating the girl's blushing cheeks.
"Brother." Ning Ning didn't expect Meng Chu to keep his word and actually came to this small courtyard at the hour of Hai. It was already midnight, her back pressed tightly against his chest, her black hair wet with sweat intertwined with each other, reflecting a bit of ambiguity in the moonlight. Her
whole body was filled with an unbearable heat, she bit her lip to hold back the gasp that overflowed from her mouth: "This really can't work."
Meng Zhu was very close to her, and his palm gently pinched the girl's slender wrist. When he spoke in a low voice with a smile, the hot breath with the cool bamboo fragrance lingered on the most sensitive neck: "Are you tired, little sister?"
Ning Ning no longer had the strength to nod.
Nonsense!
If you practice sword for three hours in a row! Aren't you tired! How can you treat a beautiful girl from the same school like this, Meng Zhu, you are heartless!
In the daytime, the senior brother left after saying that, leaving her no chance to regret. When Ning Ning waited timidly until late at night, the man not only really came, but also brought a sword manual.
Yes, Meng Zhu said "things beyond her age".
It was a set of high-level swordsmanship that was so rare that it shocked the heavens and the earth and made her feel half dead after practicing it once.
It was really too much for her age to bear, haha.
You are so cruel.
What do you sword practitioners think about all day long? Can you think like a mortal? Did she say that she was eager to learn swordsmanship? Huh?
But Meng Ju didn't think like her at all.
When the junior sister spoke first, he did subconsciously feel that Ning Ning had some evil thoughts. He wanted to refuse, but her expression was really too ugly.
Have you ever seen someone invite a man to meet in the middle of the night with a dead face? Have you ever heard of someone flirting with a tone of being ready to die? Have you ever seen someone with eyes as big as bells and a face as white as a ghost reincarnated, using such an expression to seduce people?
Meng Ju had not.
He had seen many women trying to get close to him, all of them spoke softly and with flowing eyes, wishing to turn into a pool of water and throw themselves into his arms.
But the little junior sister was not like that.
Her expression was full of shame, embarrassment and resentment, and the most obvious one was her determination to die.
——It was clear that she was unwilling to give up after being defeated by the outer disciples, and wanted to come to learn swordsmanship!
The shame and resentment of losing to Pei Ji, the shyness of speaking to him for the first time, and knowing that he would never be lenient when teaching others, even if she might be exhausted, she still insisted on learning with a fearless attitude.
Understood in this way, everything can be explained.
This is a sword cultivator!
Meng Du was very moved to find that the little junior sister with a savage nature would be so motivated.
"Brother," Ning Ning, who had practiced for three hours in a row, had eyes like dead fish, and felt that a young sword cultivator had lost her dream tonight, "I can't learn it, really."
So please let her go!!!
Exploded by the alchemy furnace, tortured by swordsmanship, and mistaken for a lunatic who followed a little boy back to the dormitory.
She is just an ordinary vicious female supporting role! Is this the fate that a vicious female supporting role should bear? It's obvious that they are filming the immortal cultivation version of "To Live"!
Ning Ning felt that she was more wronged than Xianglin Sao. She was so stupid, really.
She felt that the entire sect was abnormal.
In addition to the three people she had already met, there were actually several targets left. God knows what kind of monsters are hidden in that group of people, and they want to torture her in various ways.
The clear and ethereal voice of the eldest senior brother came to her ears, which was as gentle as jade and considerate: "Junior sister, you have learned most of this swordsmanship. You just need to practice more and you will definitely make a breakthrough. People who practice Taoism should not give up halfway. It is better to be more confident."
Ning Ning took a deep breath and nodded.
She had never spoken a word with such confidence before. Every word she spoke was pronounced with an unquestionable determination and confidence: "Brother! I really can't learn it! I can't learn it!" You are
confident enough, aren't you, stinky swordsman!