Chapter 1858 Chapter 347 [Shang Xie] Little Master, Don’t Be Too Sad
But what's the use?
From the very beginning, Xia Fuyi was a person who would not give up until he achieved his goal. Even though Linglong Pavilion was protected by the sect leader's personal guards from that day on, and not even a mosquito was spared, they were ultimately unable to withstand the Sword Pavilion leader's deadly sneak attack.
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That was the seventh day after Xia Fuyan's death.
For seven whole days, Xia Fuyan never left Fuyi Pavilion again, but just three inches of space in Fuyi Pavilion was like the eye of a formation, plunging the entire Tianji Sect into a deadly silence.
The oppressive and dangerous atmosphere spread silently throughout the entire Piaomiao Mountain. Whether it was the Sword Pavilion, the Red Frost Pavilion or other places, all the disciples in the sect felt insecure. As for the Linglong Pavilion, which was heavily protected, it was even more oppressive. The people in the sect hardly dared to breathe while walking.
At this time, many people were shocked to understand Xia Fuyi's deterrent power within the entire Tianji Sect, but Xia Fuyi himself, who caused all these chain reactions, seemed to be unaware of it.
He still practiced sword skills as usual every day, ate and slept as usual, and taught the apprentice he had accepted two years ago as usual.
The disciple's name is Mu Ningqing, and he is the adopted son of the previous Pavilion Master.
Or, rather than being an adopted son, he is more like a punching bag and a punching bag.
Therefore, Mu Ningqing did not have any resentment towards this girl who killed his adoptive father and took the position of Pavilion Master. He even felt a little grateful - God only knew what kind of miserable life he lived when his adoptive father was still alive.
To him, Xia Fuyi was not only a serious little master, but also a benefactor who rescued him from the darkness.
Although he didn't show it.
The young boy is still in the stage of "using clumsy ways to attract the attention of the person he likes", so the way he and Xia Fuyi get along with each other on weekdays is always one-sided provocation and picking faults.
But ever since Xia Fuyan's death, this talkative young boy no longer dared to speak much in front of her, and became cautious in his words and actions, even though his little master looked no different from before.
On the seventh day, a few drops of rain suddenly fell over the sword training ground.
Mu Ningqing didn't dare to be distracted at all, because the sword light of the girl opposite was still sharp and lightning-fast.
Raindrops fell on the ends of her hair and eyelashes, soaking them in an instant. However, the sword lights continued to crisscross rapidly, and the clanging sounds and the increasingly loud sound of rain merged into one among her fluttering sleeves.
Finally, the tip of the sword touched the boy's neck like cold dew.
A drop of rain hit him, splashing his neck, making it feel cold, as if it had been pierced into his flesh by a sharp blade.
The boy dared not move.
The rain soaked his long hair and long clothes, and also soaked the girl opposite him.
After a moment, the cold sword tip was slowly retracted by its owner. Mu Ningqing took a fierce breath and finally began to adjust the breath he had held for a long time.
"You go back,"
The girl's cold voice came from the rain. He looked up and saw only two wet drooping eyelashes, dark and dark against the snow-white skin, with a kind of shocking beauty.
Mu Ningqing's heart skipped a beat, but he remembered what the sect leader had said, that he should follow the young master closely and never leave his side.
He remained silent, and Xia Fuyi looked up at him.
That glance was very quiet, the pupils were dark and moist even in the rain. A drop of water hanging on the black eyelashes fell down as he raised his eyes, disappearing in the vast rain curtain, but it seemed as if it hit the heart hard, making a clear snapping sound.
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