Shen Xinghe frowned and used a mental formula that he had accidentally acquired many years later in his memory, intending to force the demon pill in his body to explode in advance and kill this ignorant low-level demon.
The next moment, there was a clear and melodious sound of quarreling, followed by a crackling sound.
The spiritual sword, wrapped in water-blue light and shadow, broke through the air and pierced through the back of the monster.
The monster was frozen in mid-air while maintaining its forward lunging posture, and then it shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
Shen Xinghe looked up and saw the figure in white clothes landing in front of him. She casually raised her hand, and the icy yet gorgeous Jingque sword returned to her hand with a clang.
She has an extremely beautiful face with an air of fairy, with flying hair and clothes. She holds the sword in one hand and puts it behind her back with her wrist. Her movements are smooth and pleasing to the eye.
Just look at the appearance.
Ning Qingmeng is indeed worthy of being highly sought after by the cultivators and is called the most noble and beautiful person in the cultivation world.
But who could have imagined that such a holy and elegant appearance could have such a vicious heart and such lustful and filthy thoughts?
"Master asked you to practice swordsmanship, but you trained yourself into the mouth of a monster. You are really capable."
In fact, she wanted to pounce on him right now, feed him two big pills, touch his head and tell him not to be afraid, I'm here.
Shen Xinghe lowered his head again.
"Master, I know I was wrong. Please punish me."
Sijiu: "..."
My ears are getting calluses from listening to it so much.
Shen Xinghe didn't treat Ning Qingmeng like this at the beginning.
At least I wasn't that scared at the beginning.
Moreover, Si Jiu always felt that Shen Xinghe now had a hidden hatred towards his master Ning Qingmeng.
She was frightened by Qian Yan's words before, and thought that Ning Qingmeng was really a bad person and had humiliated Shen Xinghe. Fortunately, she searched Ning Qingmeng's memory and found that the previous times Ning Qingmeng asked Shen Xinghe to stay in Guanghan Palace were not for what she thought.
Sometimes it was because she had punished Shen Xinghe too much and was afraid that if he went out like that he would attract other people's attention and damage her image as a good master.
Sometimes it was because she kept Shen Xinghe and supervised him to practice hard day and night.
Sometimes, out of sheer anger, she would punish him by making him stand in the yard and not allowing him to sleep.
Sijiu: Damn it! Today is also the day I want to beat up Ning Qingmeng.
That's it... It would be strange if Shen Xinghe didn't hate Ning Qingmeng at all.
Therefore, Si Jiu did not take to heart the unconcealed hatred that Shen Xinghe showed from time to time during the two meetings.
He was only thinking about how to treat Shen Xinghe better without destroying his character too much, and put the task of improving his image in his apprentice's mind bit by bit in red and bold at the top of his mind.
After Shen Xinghe finished speaking, he found that Ning Qingmeng did not respond.
Based on Ning Qingmeng's previous attitude towards him, his eyes turned cold and he bent his knees to kneel down.
A hand grabbed his arm and forced him to stand upright again.
He looked up in surprise.
"There are no spineless people among my disciples."
Her brows were slightly furrowed, her face a little cold, as if she was a little impatient and a little anxious.
"If I see you kneeling again, I'll lose your legs."
Shen Xinghe: "Disciple will follow Master's instructions." What is she so anxious about? How strange.
"Walk."
She pulled her slightly towards her side in the same manner as she was pulling him, and then she raised her right hand, and Jingque hovered in the air. Shen Xinghe was carried up by Sijiu. Before flying on the sword, she naturally raised her hand to create a wind-blocking barrier for the two of them.
The magic sword carried the person away suddenly.
The two stood very close to each other.
This time, Shen Xinghe did not smell the cold fragrance on her that was so pervasive and nauseating in his memory.
Instead, there is a faint fragrance like that of plants stained with morning dew, which is almost imperceptible and very subtle.
And this barrier covering me...
A hint of confusion unconsciously appeared in Shen Xinghe's eyes under his drooping eyelashes.
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