Wen Hemian, also known as General Star, is one of the six elders of Xuanxu Sword Sect. He was a genius in swordsmanship who shocked the world with his sword.

Unfortunately, he was seriously injured in the battle between immortals and demons. Since then, he has retired to Qingxu Valley and ignored worldly affairs, spending his days with the sound of the zither in the mountains.

There are even rumors that he is cold-hearted and distant, like a flower in the mountains. He is a textbook-level character with beautiful and tragic personality.

At this time, the mountain mist was mostly blown away by the sound of the zither. Through the white smoke that was floating like a veil, the figure of a man quietly emerged not far away.

His long hair was untied, fluttering gently in the light wind, like a black waterfall pouring down, passing over the fair and slender neck and the spotless white clothes.

He sat under another ancient tree opposite Ningning. Its dark brown roots were intertwined, shading the lush green, casting a thick shadow over the young man.

Sunlight leaked in through the gaps between the leaves, moistening his glassy black eyes, delicate eyebrows and high nose bridge, while his thin lips were bloodless, like a thin, pale piece of paper. The sunlight was

overflowing, and a faint glow flowed on his cold white skin. White mist lingered around his black hair, and the breeze lifted a corner of his white clothes, as if a god had descended to the earth.

If others saw this scene, they would be sincerely amazed by his immortal appearance, but Ningning sneered from the bottom of her heart.

What is more infuriating than being watched and ignored?

It is when that person lets you die, and occasionally looks up at you, with a look of relief in his eyes, and you think he might burst out laughing at any moment.

Elder Jiangxing has received professional training and will not laugh easily -

unless he really can't help it.

Is it so funny? Huh? Didn't she just pick up a rock and drop it on her own foot?

Idiot! Bad guy! Stingy! If you don't want to help, then don't help. After a stick of incense, she is still a good person!

This is the most vicious curse word in Ningning's mind.

Clearly in the original text, Wen Hemian is not such a black heart.

Pei Ji was born completely black, and his eldest senior brother was a black lotus that could not be toyed with. Only he and the little white dragon Lin Xun maintained a pure heart of Taoism from beginning to end, and they were completely upright characters.

——Lin Xun was the stupid son of a landlord, while Wen Hemian was a person with a true heart of Taoism and aloof righteousness.

He had a smooth life in his youth and had not experienced too much of the evil of human nature. Later, he became successful and famous. Although he developed a cold and indifferent personality and did not like to talk to others, his heart was as clear as a mirror.

He disdained to bully the younger generation and was unwilling to climb to a high position. He always walked alone. Even if he was provoked and insulted by the original owner again and again, he still chose to treat him coldly and disdained to retaliate.

Why is it like this now?

Later, she became numb from the pain, and simply stood there expressionless, letting the cold wind blow randomly on her face. After an unknown amount of time, the numbness throughout her body finally subsided.

Ningning gritted her teeth and tried to move her right leg.

The coagulated blood suddenly twitched at this moment, and it ran all over her body like a spasm. A tingling electric current spread from the soles of her feet to her knees. Her strength had not yet fully recovered, and her whole footing was unstable, and she immediately fell to the ground.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Wen Hemian frowned silently -

it seemed that she was too sad and angry, and she actually cried and fainted. What kind of experience could make such a considerate girl so sad?

Although he didn't like outsiders, it was rare to find a soulmate today, so he approached Ningning without thinking too much, leaned over and stretched out his hand to her: "Daoyou?"

The voice was as clear as ice and snow in the distant mountains, without any emotion.

Ningning raised her head from the grass that exuded the fragrance of the green grassland, and saw the hand close to her at first sight.

The fingers were slender and white like jade, with thin hair like sword practitioners, but still very beautiful.

Although Wen Hemian's sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed, his incomparable and rich foundation did not disappear. The fragrance of the enchanting flower had no effect on him, and he naturally would not realize that the small white flowers around him that looked like stars were actually a powerful poison.

Now he was pretending to be a good person.

Ning Ning complained in her heart, and replied with great backbone: "I can do it myself."

She had no strength left, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito. Although she used a tone that did not allow for arguments and was a little angry, under this weak voice, every word unconsciously softened into a soft sound.

Coupled with the red cheeks caused by anger and the tears in her eyes that she had not had time to wipe away -

Wen Hemian understood in his heart that it seemed that this little disciple was introverted and shy by nature, and was ashamed to have more contact with him, a strange man, so she blushed and gently refused.

It was because he had not contacted others for a long time, and it was too abrupt.

The toxin of the love flower probably still remained in her body. In order to protect her image as a vicious female supporting role, Ning Ning finally got up from the ground with great effort.

However, before she could stand firmly, the moment her legs were straightened, she felt the extremely familiar electric current from the soles of her feet, which made her gasp and fall to the side again.

This time she finally did not fall to the ground.

A large hand with distinct joints grasped the girl's arm, barely stopping her body from falling forward. The faint scent of sandalwood lingered at the tip of her nose, and Ning Ning heard the young man's voice as cold and clear as snow water.

"Daoyou are standing unsteadily, it's probably because of anger attacking your heart, which has damaged your limbs and meridians. You must not move at will."

He paused, coughed a few times, and a faint pink hue appeared on his pale face: "Otherwise, your meridians will be broken, and I'm afraid your limbs will be seriously injured."

What anger attack, what meridians are broken, Ningning was frightened by him, and almost thought she had a blood mold.

But then she thought again, she felt something was wrong.

As a cultivator, could she really collapse like that after smelling a poisonous flower and being punished? Then she shouldn't be a sword cultivator, she should be more suitable to play the role of Barbie Princess in a movie.

Ning Ning was half-believing and half-doubting, with a pounding heart, she moved her toes carefully. Her cold body temperature gradually warmed up, and with the infusion of spiritual energy, the uncomfortable electric current finally dissipated.

Damn it.

It's really just numbness in

my feet. My pulse is shaky and I'm so angry. I've been standing still for so long, you'll get numb if you stomp on them. She was almost fooled by this charlatan, the stinky swordsman!

"You are worthy of being the elder general."

Ning Ning believed that the other party was teasing her, so she played the specialty of a vicious female supporting role and said sarcastically: "This vision is really unparalleled in the world."

Wen Hemian paused.

Then a faint blush appeared on her earlobe. She pursed her lips somewhat restrainedly and whispered, "I am just a useless person... I don't deserve such praise."

Ning Ning:...

Wen Hemian, what are you doing, Wen Hemian! You can't see such an obvious sarcasm? Why don't you get angry!

The peerless elder said with his eyes downcast, and said in a cold voice with a little hesitation: "I saw the young Taoist crying when he heard the piano, but I don't know why. Although I have little ability, I may be able to help."

Ning Ning slowly typed a question mark.

I don't know if the man in front of her is not right, or if she herself is abnormal. When she is with him, she is almost like a question mark machine without emotions.

This guy must have won an Oscar in his previous life, right? He saw her crying and played the piano so happily, but now he shamelessly pretends to be a good guy and asks her why she is crying? Could he really not know -

wait.

Wen Hemian Maybe she really didn't know why she was crying.

The valley was filled with mist, and they were separated by a distance. The rocks were covered by weeds, making it difficult for others to find them. When she spoke, she could only use lip reading, but the lip reading was very unstandard due to her sluggishness, so it was natural that he couldn't understand it.

In addition, he just said "tears fell when hearing the piano"...

The self-loathing and resentment in Wen Hemian's piano music were hidden very deeply. When others first heard it, they would only feel that she was leisurely, unrestrained and free.

This person would not think that she heard a deeper meaning and was moved to tears by the piano music.

This, this, this, how can this be! In this way, wouldn't it be just a case of the two of them drinking wine together and spending the night in the warm hibiscus tent -

ugh!

In short, hearing the meaning of the song and empathizing with it and crying, this is definitely not the plot that a vicious female supporting role should have.

The system in her head sent her the instruction [Please complete the task as soon as possible]. Ningning made up her mind and broke away from Wen Hemian's hand: "I'm not sad because of the song you played. I, I hate this kind of sad and miserable music the most, and I don't want to listen to it anymore!"

She gritted her teeth, picked up the stone that was kicked aside, and smashed it hard at the guqin like in the original book.

"I don't like it, and you are not allowed to play it again!"

Ningning's face seemed to be burned by fire because she was not used to saying harsh words to others. She almost used up all her courage before she finally said the words in the original book in one breath: "A great sword fairy is willing to shrink here and become a useless waste. I think you can only be with this broken piano for the rest of your life!"

Ah, kill her.

This kind of words is too much.

Ningning took a breath quietly. Obviously, this paragraph was not scolding her, but as the one who said it, she almost cried out of guilt.

The strings broke and hummed, and the golden nan wood broke. The

harsh piano sound cut through the silence in the valley like a sharp blade, startling a flock of flying birds. The mist seemed to be cut open, and in the faint white smoke, Wen Hemian saw the girl's red cheeks.

And the corners of her eyes were also red. She

looked like she was about to cry.

She... didn't like this kind of sad music.

And she didn't want him to play it anymore.

Since he lost his cultivation, all the elders in the sect had come to him, and all of them were hesitant to talk, comforting him not to care and just to cultivate himself.

Only this little girl told him bluntly not to play such sad songs anymore.

Otherwise, he would only deserve to be bound here, accompanied by the sad piano music.

She was so stupid.

Even if she smashed the piano, there was no way to make him get out.

He... was hopeless.

A useless person who has lost all his cultivation has no future to hope for.

Wen Hemian is not good at communicating with others, and he doesn't know how to comfort the girl in front of him whose eyes are red because of him. He hesitated and was about to speak, but heard Ning Ning Cang Huang's voice: "I'm leaving!"

She didn't forget to add: "I hate you and your music. I cried because... because my foot was hit by a stone!"

She came suddenly and left quickly. The girl's figure was the lightest, but she disappeared in a flash, leaving behind a gentle breeze.

The young man in white stood alone in front of the broken guqin, his drooping long eyelashes cast a layer of shadow in his pupils, and a faint smile flashed across his face.

The foot was hit by a stone. It's a

pity that she could come up with such a stupid excuse.

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Ningning couldn't sleep.

Ningning couldn't eat or sleep well.

Although Ningning knew that she was a vicious female supporting role, she had been working diligently on her tasks before, but she had completed them half-heartedly and didn't cause any substantial harm to others.

But this time was different.

She actually said such excessive words to a poor man who was already depressed and about to die of sudden death. Even in the original text, it was said that Wen Hemian became more inferior and gloomy after being ridiculed by the original owner.

He had asked her very gently why she was crying for no reason and whether she needed help; it was obvious that the man was just a naive person who couldn't even hear the sarcasm.

And...she really liked the piano he played.

It was too bad that he ended up saying such an excessive thing.

Ning Ning, who had never quarreled since she was a child, felt guilty. After much thought, she decided to be a cultivator version of Uncle Lei Feng who did good deeds without leaving a name.

Wen Hemian lived alone in Qingxu Valley. He was not close to other elders, and no disciple would be willing to look for him.

He must have been very sad to be alone for such a long time, and had to endure rumors such as "waste" and "genius fallen". It was inevitable that he felt inferior.

She decided to pretend to be an unknown little disciple and secretly write letters to encourage him.

In the Xuanxu Sword Sect, all information was transmitted using communication symbols. Just like letters in modern society, although they can be delivered accurately to the recipient, if the sender does not sign his name, his identity will not be known.

In this way, she can easily pretend to be the little fangirl of Elder Jiang Xing and comfort Wen Hemian during his most difficult time.

She is really a clever little ghost!

Ning Ning did what she said. She immediately picked up a stack of communication symbols from the desk and began to write carelessly. In order not to be discovered, she even cleverly changed the font.

She bet her one-year pocket money that this wave would definitely not be discovered. The communication symbol seemed to have wings, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it was instantly transmitted to the door of Wen Hemian's mansion.

The young man who lived in seclusion had not received any news for a long time. He opened it with doubts. After reading the content clearly, his frost-like cold eyebrows could not help but relax slightly.

It was written on it in cursive handwriting like dog crawling:

[Hello, Elder Jiangxing! I am a new disciple of the sect. I have always admired you very much. If I could see this letter, I would be very happy.

I heard that the elder was injured in the war and is now recuperating in seclusion. I don't know how he is doing, but I look forward to seeing you in person one day.

Please don't be sad. I and many other people have never forgotten you. Although the Frost Sword has not been unsheathed for many years, the Star Sword has always remained in our hearts.

Although my power is weak, I will definitely work hard to cultivate even for you, and hope that one day I can find a way to reshape the sea of ​​consciousness.

Then I will lead you out of the Qingxu Valley.

Please be patient and wait until that day! I will work hard!

And please don't mind my name. When I fulfill my promise, I will come to you. ］

The words are childish, but they are full of sincerity.

The young man's pale knuckles grasped the paper, and somehow, a low, hoarse laugh suddenly came out of his throat.

This communication talisman...

People with high cultivation can sense the different auras of each person. The girl would never have thought that even if he had lost all his cultivation, he could still tell one thing or another from this.

The aura on the communication talisman was gentle and soft, but it carried a chilling sword intent. Even if she said it in a vague way in the letter, Wen Hemian could still recognize the owner of the letter at a glance.

If he hadn't sensed the familiar aura and reduced the restrictions in Qingxu Valley, this communication talisman would have been impossible to enter from the beginning.

And said that he looked forward to seeing him in person one day.

It's a good pretending.

Wen Hemian never liked to get involved with others, but this time, for some reason, he took a pen and bent down, and used the communication talisman she sent to write a reply letter -

as long as the same talisman is used, the letter can automatically go to the sender's residence.

[Thank you for your kindness.

Today, a famous disciple broke into Qingxu Valley. She was wearing a white skirt and tied her hair. There was a pearl on the sword on her waist. Judging from the sword

's aura, she should be a Jindan stage cultivator. I wonder if my little Taoist friend knows her name?] The other party was delighted to think that she had successfully deceived Wen Hemian, but she never thought that she had been fooled by him.

She sent the letter again after a while, and it was still written in small characters.

[That is Senior Sister Ningning under Elder Tianxianzi. She is so fierce! We are all very scared of her! If she did anything to upset you today, I apologize on her behalf.

Don't mind, she has always had a bad temper.

Please, don't be sad!!!

This girl still said sorry to him in a roundabout way, even though she did nothing wrong. The

young man's dark eyes were like falling stars. He read the letter quietly for a long time. His fingertips moved slightly, and he wrote slowly on the white paper very seriously.

It turned out to be this name.

He smiled for the first time in a long time, lowered his eyes to look at the handwriting on the paper, and read it out softly in his heart.

Ningning.