At the moment when the sword technique collided with the soul-sucking nail, the arc of Ningning's mouth was still frozen on her lips.
She really didn't expect that her crooked sword energy would accidentally hit Chen Zhao's poisonous nails, and the yin and yang canceled each other out and disappeared into thin air at the same time.
Despite such a huge misunderstanding, the system in her head didn't make any sound.
It was the same when she apologized to Pei Ji before. It seemed that 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's just like Ningning herself when she was working hard 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.
When Chen Zhao saw that the Soul-Sucking Nail had lost its effect, he became even more panicked.
The sword energy was fast and accurate, hitting the soul-sucking nail with pinpoint precision. Anyone who could do this in such a lightning-fast collision must be extremely powerful.
Either Pei Ji's power is unfathomable, or there is a master helping him in secret. Either way, it is very disadvantageous to him.
Yesterday, when he heard that Ning Ning, a disciple of Tian Xianzi, was defeated by an outer sect disciple, he secretly despised him countless times in his heart and secretly made up his mind to destroy that boy's prestige in today's competition. Unexpectedly...
Chen Zhao's expression froze, and the bones of his fingers gripping the hilt of the sword turned slightly white.
In that case, don't blame him for killing me!
The giant sword rose up, stirring up a huge gust of wind. The dark golden sword shadow shone with the sunlight in the distance, and in just a moment, the tall and burly young man rushed forward and attacked in the direction of Pei Ji.
The young man in black was waiting intently, with a hint of murderous intent between his brows.
Ningning folded her arms over her chest and watched the increasingly fierce fight on the field without saying a word. Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. 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 protagonist, and his personality and actions are even more different.
Because he was hated by his mother since childhood and was often beaten violently as a substitute for his unfaithful father, he naturally did not grow up to be a new socialist youth, and his personality was withdrawn and weird.
Not only is he extremely resistant to contact with others, he also has a host of incredible attribute bonuses such as a poisonous tongue, a vicious heart, and a black heart. He is more like a villain than a villain himself, leaving the villain with no way out.
So the popularity of this novel...
To put it mildly, it's not very high, and I don't know how the author managed to write so many eloquent words all on his own.
Let’s get back to Pei Ji.
He had an incredibly handsome face, and his upturned phoenix eyes had a hint of charm, but this was mostly washed away by the ruthless look in his eyes that was as thick as ink and could not be erased.
The bloodthirsty murderous aura and the seductive charm blend perfectly and overlap. The deep red teardrop mole under his eye is the most exquisite, like a dot of cinnabar or a drop of coagulated blood. Combined with his tightly pursed pale thin lips, it is even more eye-catching than the ink-and-wash mountains and rivers behind him.
Not to mention that the black clothes outlined the tall and slender figure of the young man, and there were several cuts where the sword energy had injured him, revealing the unnaturally white skin and scarlet blood inside.
No wonder so many supporting actors like him.
The battle was coming to an end at this time, and both sides were covered in wounds.
Unlike Chen Zhao who received personal instruction, Pei Ji, as an outer disciple, could only practice the sect's basic sword techniques in the sword hall - but he actually relied on these moves that everyone knows to gain the upper hand in this contest.
Without a teacher, he had to explore on his own day and night; without fixed sword moves, he had to judge the situation and act carefully at every step, not sticking to the techniques of sword moves, but acting according to the intention in his heart.
This is a huge gap in talent, and Chen Zhao lost completely.
At this point in the fight, anyone with a discerning eye could already tell who was winning and who was losing. Ningning has a clear mind and knows that the male protagonist is about to face the first major turning point in his life.
Amid the flashing swords, several exclamations suddenly came from the crowd. Ningning knew that the time had come and looked in the direction of the crowd.
A chilly ancient blue sword hung above the arena, reflecting a dazzling glow like melting ice crystals in the sunlight.
There are two young men standing on the sword, both of them are wearing white robes and have tied hair, and they are handsome and detached.
One of them had a smile in his starry eyes and a playful look on his face, with the corners of his lips curled up in a slightly lazy manner; the other one was wearing a light fur coat and a loose belt, with a calm expression, and mottled shadows of the sun flowing on his white shirt, making him look like a fairy.
Someone said in surprise: "It's... Elder Tianxian and Senior Brother Meng Jue!"
Ningning squinted against the light and saw the young man who was still smiling and waving at her.
Although she didn't want to admit it, this swordsman who looked like a lazy and dissolute young man was her master.
That’s right, the ethereal looking person next to her is her senior brother Meng Jue.
From the extremely arrogant name "Tianxianzi", it can be seen that their master has always done his own thing.
He is considered a magical figure in the Xuanxu Sword School. 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 never attends any meetings, big or small, on weekdays. He is either out and about, or he is concentrating on practicing new sword moves.
In addition, this man is an absolute sword fanatic. When he sees a sword he likes, he can't wait to buy it. He is hundreds of years old, but he still lives paycheck to paycheck.
According to the original novel, Tian Xianzi had just returned to the sword sect when he heard the news that Ning Ning was defeated by an outer disciple. This person especially loved to join in the fun, so he immediately flew to the arena on his sword and saw Pei Ji fighting hard with Chen Zhao.
Then he slapped his forehead and decided in a very consistent manner with his character: This is a genius! You will be my apprentice from now on.
Pei Ji thus rose rapidly from an outer sect disciple to become the direct disciple of Elder Tianxian. His life was turned upside down from then on and he was no longer bullied.
There was a dull thud of a giant sword falling to the ground from the stage, and Chen Zhao finally lost consciousness and fell to the ground; the young man in black beside him was breathing slightly, his thin chest rising and falling slightly.
Blood trickled down his clothes, and the spot on his cheek where the sword had cut him was a blood-red mess, contrasting with his black hair and white skin, captivating his heart.
Although Pei Ji looked disheveled, his back was straight. He raised his cloudy and dark eyes as if he had sensed something.
His eyes just happened to meet Tian Xianzi who was flying a sword.
Ningning knew it was done.
“Not bad.”
The young man on the sword was born with a smile on his lips. With just a slight frown on his brows, he felt a spring breeze blowing and ice and snow melting. His tone was as cynical as ever: "Do you want to be my apprentice?"
At this moment, he looked so Taoist and elegant, like an immortal. The new disciple would never forget this handsome appearance and would take "Master is the best in the world" as his catchphrase from now on.
It’s a pity that as soon as he said “Do you want to?”, Pei Ji on the stage ran out of strength and half-knelt on the ground with his sword.
Eyes still closed.
Tian Xianzi: ...
Give me a chance to show off, brother.
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The little-known outer disciple was unexpectedly accepted as a personal disciple by the elder with just one word, and the arena was in an uproar.
What are outer disciples? He has a little spiritual energy but mediocre talent. He is not even qualified to enter the inner gate. He is lucky to have a word with the elders in his life.
After just one competition, he became a personal disciple?
It's unbelievable.
Pei Ji lost consciousness. Tian Xianzi was very interested in the powerful sword energy in his body, and followed him to the clinic in Tianhe Peak.
Ningning saw that everything had settled and was about to go back to the courtyard to rest when she unexpectedly saw a person in white clothes beside her.
It was her senior brother Meng Jue.
When it comes to swordsmanship, my senior brother is a master to the extreme; when it comes to actual combat, my senior brother has never been defeated in many years and is the undisputed chief disciple of the sect.
Compared to Tian Xianzi who is always in a frivolous state, Meng Jue, who is calm and gentle in character, is more like a master.
I heard that this senior brother was a calm and composed man, always with a smile on his face, but only Ningning knew that he was a complete black-hearted person.
Before Meng Jue entered the immortal sect, he was the only son of a wealthy merchant family. Because his parents trusted villains, his family was wiped out when he was twelve years old, and the family property was taken away by his father's most trusted friends.
Thanks to Meng Jue's mother who delayed time at the cost of her own life and a loyal servant who sent him out of the compound, he finally had a glimmer of hope in his life.
From then on Meng Jue stopped trusting others.
Although he was polite to everyone, he never showed his true feelings to them, and kept an invisible distance from them that was difficult to touch.
As gentle as I was when I was smiling and talking with you, when I found out that you had betrayed me one day, I would be as decisive and calm as I was when I killed you with a sword.
It is conceivable how much he hated the original owner who kept committing suicide in the later part of the original work.
Ningning glanced at his smiling eyes, collected her thoughts and called out, "Senior Brother."
They didn't have much contact now, and Meng Jue only regarded her as a spoiled and overbearing little sister. Although he had no good feelings towards her, he couldn't say he hated her either.
So he smiled back: "Junior Sister Ningning, Master asked me to tell you before he left that you must practice hard and strive to improve your swordsmanship as soon as possible."
She was talking about the time she lost to an outer disciple.
Ningning nodded obediently, figuring that it was time for her to act up again, and sure enough, her mind buzzed.
[Ding Dong! ］
[Meng Jue is an expert swordsman and has reached a high level. Although you know that he doesn't like your stubborn and willful personality, you have no way to deal with him. It is better to use a beauty trap and wait for him to fall in love with you. Then the secret weapon will be easily obtainable. ］
[Please say the following lines to Meng Jue. ］
Then came a string of ugly black and white words on the paper. Ningning wanted to cover her eyes and scream: Mai Aisi Mai Aisi!
Original owner, this idea is not good.
Why do you always want to take advantage of others? You have arms and legs, and you're a kendo prodigy that everyone admires. Why can't you just accept the fact that you want to cling to other people's thighs?
What if you really hate them? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to beat them to a pulp through hard study and practice?
Ningning couldn't figure it out.
But the system doesn't care whether she can figure it out or not, she has to recite the lines.
"Brother."
She should have acted weak and sad when she said this, but she was too shameless. She remained expressionless and motionless throughout, like a machine reciting lines: "I am so sad to lose to Pei Ji."
Meng Jue: “Yeah.”
"Now even the master wants to take him as his apprentice. I have no one else to rely on. Only you can help me, brother."
Meng Jue stopped talking.
Ning Ning took a deep breath and continued in a tone that was almost as if she was ready to die: "So! Tonight at midnight! Are you free?"
Her expression was dull and her voice was as loud as a bell, and her face turned several shades paler when she finished speaking. According to the established plot, Meng Jue would immediately understand that his junior sister was inviting him to a tryst and would refuse without hesitation.
——Not to mention that the original novel describes a lot of her movements and expressions, such as "her voice is as charming as a gossamer thread", "her fingers gently pull the hem of Meng Jue's clothes", and "the fragrance is overflowing". Even Ningning couldn't control herself, but Meng Jue was able to say "no" calmly.
Now her face was full of reluctance, her voice was as stiff as a robot, and she looked like a hero ready to die. He would definitely dislike her even more.
Ningning had already prepared herself for a blunt rejection.
Unexpectedly, Meng Jue hesitated for a moment, then curved his beautiful peach blossom eyes and said, "Okay."
Ningning: What did you say? Are you crazy or am I crazy?
What’s even crazier is yet to come.
Meng Jue's smile deepened as he spoke, revealing a hint of pity: "How about letting me teach you some things... beyond your age?"
Ningning was shocked.
If pupils could tremble, her whole body would have been completely shattered.
Oh, no.
Brother, are you so straightforward in your speech? Are you this kind of person? Wake up, brother!
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Noon, small courtyard.
The moon's shadow dances, the mist rises, and the quiet night spreads down from the sky, quietly blending into every ray of land.
The stars and the moonlight cast a hazy light and shadow, which sneaked into the courtyard where Ningning was with the wind and illuminated the girl's rosy cheeks.
"Senior Brother." Ningning didn't expect Meng Jue to keep his word and actually come to this courtyard at the hour of Hai. It was now midnight, her back pressed against his chest, her black hair wet with sweat intertwined with each other, reflecting a hint of ambiguity in the moonlight.
Her whole body was covered with an unbearable heat. She bit her lip to hold back the gasp that was about to overflow from her mouth: "This really can't do."
Meng Jue was very close to her, and his palm gently held 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?"
Ningning no longer had the strength to nod.
What nonsense!
What if you practice sword for three hours straight! Aren’t you tired! How can you treat a beautiful girl from the same school like this? You have no heart, Meng Jue!
The senior brother left right after saying that during the day, leaving her no chance to regret. Ningning waited in fear until late at night, and not only did the man really come, he also brought a sword manual.
That’s right, what Meng Jue said “things beyond her age”.
It was a rare high-level sword technique that was so powerful that it shook the heavens and the earth and made her feel half dead after using it once.
It's really a burden that she cannot bear at her age. Haha.
You are so cruel.
What are you sword cultivators thinking about all day long? Can you share some of the thoughts of people in the mortal world? Did she say that she was eager to learn swordsmanship? ah?
But Meng Jue didn't think the same way as her at all.
When the junior sister spoke first, he did subconsciously feel that Ningning had bad intentions. He wanted to refuse, but her expression was really, really too ugly.
Have you ever seen someone using a deadpan face to invite a man out at midnight? Have you ever heard of flattery in a tone of being ready to die? Have you ever seen someone with eyes as big as bells, a face as pale as a reincarnated female ghost, and using such an expression to seduce others?
Meng Jue didn’t.
He had seen many women trying to get close to him, all of them spoke softly and with charming eyes, as if they wished they could turn into a puddle of water and throw themselves into his arms.
But Junior Sister is not like that.
Her expression was full of shame, shyness and resentment, and the most obvious thing was her determination to die.
——It was obvious that she was unwilling to accept her defeat by the outer sect disciple and wanted to learn swordsmanship!
The shame and resentment of losing to Pei Ji, the shyness of speaking to him for the first time, and the knowledge that he would never show mercy when teaching people, and the determination to persist in seeking his advice even if it might tire him out.
If you understand it this way, everything can be explained.
This is the sword cultivator!
Meng Jue was very touched that his junior sister, who had a naturally unruly nature, could be so motivated.
"Brother," Ning Ning, who had been practicing for three hours straight, looked like a dead fish. She felt like a young swordsman had lost her dream tonight. "I can't learn it anymore, really."
So please let her go! ! !
She was blown up by the alchemy furnace, tortured by swordplay, and mistaken for a nymphomaniac who followed a little boy back to the dormitory.
She is just an ordinary vicious female supporting role! Is this the fate the vicious female supporting character should endure? It's obvious that they are filming the immortality version of "To Live"!
Ningning felt that she was more wronged than Xianglin Sao. She was so stupid, really.
She felt that this entire sect was abnormal.
In addition to the three people she has already met, there are actually several more targets left. God knows what kind of monsters are hiding in that group of people, and they are going to torment her in various ways.
The elder brother's clear and extraordinary voice came to my ears, it was as gentle as jade, and very considerate: "Little sister, you have already learned a little bit of this sword technique, you just need to practice more, and you will definitely make a breakthrough. People who practice Taoism should not give up halfway, so you'd better be more confident."
Ningning took a deep breath and nodded.
She had never spoken a sentence with such confidence before, every word was pronounced with an unquestionable certainty and confidence: "Brother! I really can't learn it! I can't learn it!"
Are you confident enough, you stinky swordsman?
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