As a smart and beautiful girl who is familiar with all kinds of novels on male and female channels, Ningning is not stupid and immediately understood what Nie Zhi meant.
What she is doing now is indeed easy to be misunderstood. If she continues to resist, it will probably only make things worse.
In the established plot, the original owner insulted Pei Ji and turned away. At this moment, the scene was awkward and she didn't want to stay any longer. However, in order to cut off the male protagonist's unrealistic self-love, she still added one sentence 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 at him calmly. His voice was as cold as ice, and there were still some embers of murderous intent: "I never said you like it."
Ningning choked.
Male protagonist, you are a dog! Will you die if you don't say this?
Now it seemed like she was just being overly sentimental.
"And you too."
Pei Ji was a piece of hard iron. She would not be stupid enough to kick him. She turned her attention to the other two people present: "Don't let your imagination run wild!"
Nie Zhi had a look on his face that said, "Okay, okay, we understand. Miss knows how to have fun." He nodded like a lucky cat, "Yes, yes, yes. I won't let my imagination run wild."
Ningning was almost mad at him.
However, she had no way to defend herself, so she could only grit her teeth and look at Pei Ji, reciting the last cruel words of the vicious female supporting role in the original novel, which the system required her to say: "We will meet again, just wait and see."
Ningning: ...
Even she felt that after all this, she had become a tsundere young lady who had a crush on the male protagonist but was too embarrassed to express her feelings!
The words "we will meet again" are indeed chilling in the original context, but for her...
Why do I feel like I can’t wait to see my loved one again?
Ningning was almost suffocated by this misunderstanding. She turned around and left without hesitation, without waving her sleeves or taking away a cloud, leaving three people in the disciple room with different expressions.
Nie Zhi laughed dryly and looked timidly at Pei Ji in front of him: "It seems that she has deep feelings for you. Congratulations."
The little ancestor left, leaving Pei Ji like a mad dog. He felt that he was finished.
During the entrance test that year, Pei Ji was just a poor boy with weak spiritual power and residual demonic blood in his body. He had no money, no power, and no strength, which made him a perfect punching bag for him and Shen Anqiao.
This kid is really powerful. Even though he is only slightly strong, he fights back desperately every time he is beaten, which leads to even more severe beatings. No matter how badly he was injured, he never begged for mercy.
Like a wolf cub that has not yet grown claws, his eyes are as red as blood.
Pei Ji’s swordsmanship…when did it become so advanced?
This question loomed in his mind, and in the gradually spreading night, Nie Zhi heard an inaudible chuckle.
The afterglow of the setting sun blends with the moonlight, and the chaotic light and shadow flow down like flowing water, outlining the angular outline of the young man in front of you.
Pei Jiwu's dark pupils were filled with crimson light, and although the corners of his mouth raised a very slight arc, his gaze was as cold as the north wind and an ice river, without a trace of warmth.
His tone was indifferent, with a hint of laziness and mockery. The teardrops under his eyes were like coagulated blood, which made Nie Zhi's back subconsciously cold: "Draw your sword."
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What happened to the male protagonist has nothing to do with Ningning at this moment.
If he wants to have a harem, he can have a harem; if he wants to enter a secret realm, he can enter it; she doesn't care at all.
The only thing Ningning cared about was that she could finally walk on the ground again! Not only walking, even flying with a sword is easy!
In her previous life, she was tortured by illness and suffered terribly. When she was seriously ill, she only had one breath left and did not even have the strength to get out of bed. She could only lie quietly and wait to die.
Come to think of it, she hadn't walked freely for a long time.
I am so super happy now!
Ningning almost trotted out of the disciple room and came to an open area on the top of the mountain. Relying on her memory, she made a hand gesture.
With a flash of sword light at the waist, the long sword was unsheathed and hovered in the air.
This sword is named "Star Mark". Its body is slender, thin and light as a swallow, revealing a faint cold light under the moonlight.
The hilt of the sword was adorned with several small and exquisite Guanghan Youzhu, which shone brightly and sparkled at first glance, with one-third of the color of a sky full of stars.
The original owner cherished this sword very much, or it could be said that in the eyes of every swordsman, his own sword is a treasure unparalleled in the world.
As long as I am here, the sword is here, and I am the only one with the sword.
No matter if you split mountains or cut rivers, shatter the earth or break the sky, or step through all the mysterious realms of the heavens, fame and fortune are all irrelevant to you, there is only one man and one sword.
What do you need money for? A sword is enough; what is the use of fame? All I need is a sword; what do I need a wife for? A sword is enough.
Or in other words, the sword is their wife.
——His wife is so beautiful! Don’t worry, Xinghen baby, mommy will buy you the most beautiful clothes and make you the most beautiful kid in the whole sect!
Ningning made up her mind with a solemn vow, and stepped onto the sword with an unskillful touch. With a faint sound of the sword, she ascended into the sky with the air.
The setting sun was completely swallowed up by the night, leaving only a bright moon in the sky. The thin clouds were like cotton wool soaked in ink, floating gently and softly in the dark dome, unable to cover up the thick moonlight.
Ningning lowered her eyes and looked down, speechless.
The Xuanxu Sword Sect where she is located was built in the Kunwu Mountains and is one of the seven caves with rich spiritual energy. It is just as the saying goes, "The mysterious images are like palaces in the clear scenery; the secluded nature is hidden and the caves are opened in the famous mountains."
The main peak Taixuan in the center rises from the ground, with four branches, Lingxiao, Kaiyang, Yuheng and Tianhe, lined up nearby. The rest of the small peaks are covered with rocks and ridges, and are emerald green.
The weather varies between the towering peaks, the swift and distant wind and smoke are intertwined, and the white mist in the mountains gathers and disperses, like a veil covering it. At this time, it is soaked in the bright white moonlight, making it look even more empty and lively.
If you look closely, you can see buildings scattered all over the place. The sword-making platform, sword formation, star-gazing platform and academy are brightly lit, and the surrounding stone ladders are connected. Looking from afar while flying on a sword, it seems as if you are in a fairyland.
This is really a beautiful scene.
So Ningning swore that she definitely didn't mean to make her stomach growl.
After her empty stomach expressed dissatisfaction for the third time, Ningning finally arrived at the cafeteria.
In order to find trouble with Pei Ji, the original owner actually missed the sect's set dinner time. Ningning thought in a very useless way that she was clearly hurting the enemy by 800 and herself by 1,000. How could revenge be more important than eating?
The food in the dining hall was as empty as her stomach. Perhaps because she felt sorry for the little girl, the nun who was cooking took out a skinned dead goose from the kitchen cupboard.
Then he twisted his hands together, cut the goose in half right down the middle, and handed one of them to Ningning.
Really crispy goose disintegration.
But why are your movements so skillful?
"You are the seventh disciple who has come to ask for food this month. There is not much food in stock now, so please eat sparingly, little Taoist friend."
The nun tore the goose and closed the cabinet in one go, and said in a very skilled tone: "There is still hope in life. Don't be depressed because of the temporary lack of money. As long as you are still alive, those material things will come sooner or later."
Ningning:?
Wait, did you misunderstand something? And why was she the seventh person to come begging? Do all the people in this sect have a 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 asked casually: "The seventh one?"
The female cultivator sighed quietly, "There are more in the past. Don't you understand what our sect is like, little Taoist friend?"... She really didn't understand!
In the end, the female cultivator didn't explain herself clearly, so Ningning returned to her own villa carrying the goose, completely confused.
Unexpectedly, the original owner's room looked very clean, without the gold, silver and bronze objects that would blind one's eyes as imagined.
There is naturally no boiler for cooking here, and there is no way to find firewood for barbecue for the time being. Ningning looked around the room with some distress, and her eyes finally stopped on the alchemy furnace in the corner.
Isn’t that it!
The alchemy furnace is ignited by spiritual energy and can light a fire without firewood. In addition, its shape is similar to that of a pressure cooker, so it is the perfect utensil for roasting goose. She is really a clever little girl.
——Of course, the above behavior is extremely dangerous. The pressure cooker and the clever ghost are all nonsense on her part.
If the ancestors of the Xuanxu Sect knew that someone was roasting a goose in a furnace, they might be so angry that they would descend directly from the fairyland to earth, and would be even more angry 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 waiting for the meat to cook, Ningning thought with a sense of dry humor:
She was the seventh person to get goose meat from the kitchen, so according to the order, she was definitely "Goose Taster Number Seven". Wow, that was very comfortable.
The name "Goose Fairy" is also good.
The only thing I can’t figure out is...what exactly did the female cultivator mean by that?
She didn't have time to figure out the answer to that question.
What appeared before the answer was a deafening explosion that was extremely close.
A blazing heat wave hit her in the face, but fortunately Ningning still had some self-defense instinct in her body, and she immediately made a gesture to protect herself. Although he was forced to take a few steps back due to the heat wave, he was not seriously injured at least.
Dust and ashes floated before her eyes, and through her blurred vision, she could barely make out the inside of the house.
The desk had its two legs blown off, and it lay broken and weak on the side; the white walls looked like they had been sent to Africa for a vacation, and were all black; as for the oven where she roasted the goose -
The alchemy furnace could not bear the humiliation and died in the line of duty. In order to defend its dignity as a cauldron, it exploded in an extremely glorious manner.
It’s just a roast goose. Is it that serious?
The hunger in her stomach was constantly prickling at her nerves. Ningning didn't care too much and held her breath and took a few steps forward.
The alchemy furnace had become a mess of pieces, with light smoke mixed with black air lingering around it, and her roast goose lay quietly on the ground.
That dark complexion is like the flowers blooming in Ethiopia. I would rather call it the second generation of Bao Zheng.
She finally understood.
She couldn't become the Goose Tasting Fairy, at most she could become a Goose-Not Fairy.
The smoky scene had not yet subsided. Just as Ningning picked up her Ethiopian flowers and held them in her hands, she heard a gentle knock on the door: "Junior Sister?"
[Ding, mission released! ］
[Outside the door is Lin Xun, Tian Xianzi’s new disciple. As his senior sister, you have always been jealous of him for stealing the master’s favor and want to take revenge on him. ］
[Please open the door for her and seduce her according to the original plot! ］
Ningning:?
She wants to seduce people with her disheveled hair and gray face? It's okay to play 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 East China Sea Dragon Palace, a swordsmanship genius that everyone admires. Since he grew up in the palace and seldom interacted with outsiders, he gradually developed a shy and introverted personality and would blush whenever he touched a woman.
Referred to as social phobia.
After he became Tianxianzi's disciple, he took away the original owner's status as the youngest disciple. In addition, his sword skills were so powerful and his cultivation was so fast, which made her jealous.
Lin Xun was born into a noble family, so the original owner naturally would not bully him openly. Instead, she adopted another subtle approach - seduction.
Her original intention was to gain Lin Xun's trust, and then slowly exploit his usefulness and turn him into a tool for her. However, she didn't expect that this young man was born with a fear of women. The closer the original owner got to him, the more he resisted.
Tonight was the first time that the two of them would face off against each other.
Ning Ning temporarily calmed down and responded in a low voice: "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 break-in, and just in case, there was a huge explosion. As the smoke rose, the tip of his junior sister's nose was stained with a light gray-black color, and the black unidentified object in her hand was glowing strangely.
Lin Xun was really frightened: "Little Sister, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Ningning gave him a comforting smile and waved the black object in her hand, "I'm roasting the goose."
Lin Xun was stunned again, and looked at the object with a complicated expression.
This thing... I'm afraid if you use it to rob tombs, the zombies will think it's a black donkey's hoof.
But this is not the most important point.
The handsome young man frowned slightly, and fixed his eyes on the shattered remains of the furnace. His voice unconsciously became hoarse: "Junior Sister, is this your 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 an eerie silence for a while.
When the clear young voice of my junior brother sounded again, it was like the death knell from hell.
"But... Junior Sister, don't you still owe a lot of foreign debts?"
Ningning: Pupil earthquake.
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 damaged residence is 5,000 spirit stones, and your sandalwood incense table is-"
"etc!"
Ning Ning couldn't handle so much information at once: "Aren't these cheap furniture mass-produced by the sect?"
Lin Xun was a little afraid of her and clutched his sleeves tightly: "It was Junior Sister who said she liked the scent of sandalwood and wanted to use the best when refining pills."
"Then what about my family? Isn't my family rich and powerful?"
"Master forbids disciples to squander family wealth."
Ning Ning was shocked, and resisted the urge to vomit blood, and finally asked him: "Shouldn't the training be paid for by the master?"
"Little Sister, please wake up."
Lin Xun was a little anxious: "We are sword cultivators, we don't have money!"
A word can wake a dreamer up.
Ningning had a sudden enlightenment.
Yes.
She is a sword cultivator.
What do sword cultivators look like in the eyes of the general public? Aloof and indifferent, decisive in killing, and able to cut through the air with one sword.
What is a real sword cultivator like? Straight, stubborn, violent.
Most importantly, they are poor.
Among all the sects, sword practitioners always hold the best and coolest swords and use the most fierce sword moves, but the clothes they wear are always the cheapest.
The reason is simple: all the money was spent on my wife.
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 savings of a large group of people.
For a sword cultivator, his head can be cut off and blood can be shed, but it is absolutely impossible to let his sword suffer.
In order to save money to maintain swords, fasting and not drinking water have become common. Self-taught sewing and street performances are also not uncommon.
What impressed Ningning the most was a senior brother named He in the original novel.
Rumor has it that in order to save money he went to a brothel to compete for the top spot. After being discovered to be a sword cultivator, he shamelessly 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-fighting sect. Its relationship with the Xuanxu Sword Sect is similar to that of Tsinghua University and Peking University, two mortal enemies who compete 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 each other frequently in the future.
Let her see who can’t afford to eat all day long? Oh, it was her!
This really is a horror movie!
In the silence between the two, a piece of text emerged in her mind at the right time. It was the original passage that the system called out in order for her to complete the task smoothly.
There were only six big characters written on the title: Ningning seduces Lin Xun at night.
[The moon is setting in the west, and the space in front of the door is as clear as a pool of water, with shadows everywhere.
Ningning smiled tenderly, and her slender fingers brushed across Lin Xun's clothes, causing the boy's back to stiffen and his ears to blush.
The moon's shadow danced, wetting the girl's soft cherry lips. She opened her mouth gently, her breath was as sweet as orchid: "The moonlight is charming tonight, and Senior Sister is in a very good mood. How about we go out to enjoy the moon together?"
Appreciate the moon.
From then on, she would taste goose and admire the moon every day.
The moon was sinking in the west, and the space in front of the door was as clear as a pool of water, with shadows looming.
Ningning smiled tenderly, and her slender fingers brushed across Xinghenjian's body. Her wife's back was always straight.
The hand that touched the sword trembled slightly.
She opened her mouth gently amidst the black air, the fragrance of roast goose lingering on her fingertips: "Wife, I don't have money to buy you new clothes, please forgive me for being such a useless mother."
Lin Xun felt horrified when he saw the scene in front of him.
He didn't understand why the junior sister asked questions that she already knew the answers to, and he didn't understand why Ningning called Xinghen "wife" but claimed to be its mother.
He only knew that something seemed to be wrong with the junior sister.
In ancient times, there was Fan Jin who passed the imperial examination, and now there is Ning Ning who explodes the cauldron.
Even much later, Lin Xun could still recall the fear of being dominated that night.
The junior sister slowly approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.
Her tone was crazy and it was hard to tell whether she was laughing or crying. Her voice was as erratic as a female ghost in the mountains, which was a perfect match for her slightly red almond eyes:
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and Senior Sister is in a very good mood. How about..."
"How about we go out and enjoy the moon, haha."
The final “Haha” was the most essential, which vividly interpreted what was meant by happy scenes contrasting with sad feelings. The upturned ending tone was like an arrow shot from a bow, piercing the center of his eardrum.
Lin Xun was almost scared to death.
He thought that Senior Brother He's selling himself to raise swords was the last act of the Sword Sect, but he didn't expect that Senior Sister Ningning was even sicker than him.
The little prince of Dragon Palace took a step back with a pale face, trembling all over.
Help, help! Junior Sister Ningning——
She's driven crazy by her own poverty!
The places on his body that were touched seemed to be burning, making Lin Xun feel uncomfortable all over, and he subconsciously tried to break free from her hand.
But, but.
My little sister is so pitiful.
She was already so abnormally poor, and if she refused the invitation, the other party would definitely be even more sad.
So Xiao Bailong endured the discomfort, his voice was low and vague, and he trembled slightly uncontrollably: "Little Senior Sister, don't be sad, I... I will accompany you to see the moon."
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