Wen Hemian, nicknamed 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.
It's a pity that he was seriously injured in the battle between immortals and demons. Since then, he has retreated to Qingxu Valley and ignored worldly affairs, spending his days accompanied by the sound of the piano in the mountains.
There are also rumors that he is cold-hearted and aloof to others, like a flower on the mountain top. He is a textbook-level beautiful, strong and tragic character.
At this time, most of the mountain fog was blown away by the sound of the piano, and through the vague white smoke like a veil, the figure of a man quietly emerged not far away.
Her long hair was untied, fluttering gently in the light breeze, like a black waterfall cascading down, brushing across her fair and slender neck and spotless white clothes.
He sat under another ancient tree opposite Ningning. The tree's dark brown roots were intertwined, shading the lush green, casting a heavy shadow over the young man.
Sunlight filtered in through the gaps between the leaves, wetting his black eyes, which were as clear as glass, his delicate eyebrows and his high nose bridge. His thin lips, which were lightly pursed, were colorless, like a thin, pale piece of paper.
The sunlight was overflowing, and a faint glow was flowing on the cold white skin. White mist entangled her black hair, and the breeze lifted a corner of her white clothes, making her look like a god descending to earth.
If others saw this scene, they would surely be amazed by this immortal appearance, but Ningning sneered from the bottom of her heart.
What is more infuriating than being left alone to die?
It's that person who lets you fend for yourself, yet occasionally looks up at you with a look of relief in his eyes, and he probably can't help but laugh out loud at any moment.
Elder Jiangxing has received professional training and will not laugh easily.
Unless you really can't help it.
Is it so funny? ah? Didn't she just shoot herself in the foot?
Fool! Bad guy! Miser! If you don’t want to help, then don’t help. After a stick of incense, she is still a hero!
This is the most vicious curse word in Ningning's mind.
Clearly in the original text, Wen Hemian is not such a black-hearted person.
Pei Ji was born completely evil, and his eldest senior brother was a black lotus that should not be touched. Only he and the little white dragon Lin Xun maintained a pure heart of Taoism from beginning to end, and were completely upright characters.
——Lin Xun is the stupid son of a landlord, while Wen Hemian is a man with a true heart of Taoism and upright character.
He had a smooth youth and did not experience much of the evil of human nature. Later on, 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 disdains to bully the younger generation and is unwilling to cling to a higher position. He always walks alone. Even if he is provoked and insulted again and again by the original owner, he still chooses to treat it indifferently and disdains to retaliate.
Why has it become like this now?
Later, she became numb from the pain and simply stood there expressionless, letting the cold wind blow on her face. I don't know how long it took, but the numbness throughout my body finally subsided.
Ningning gritted her teeth and tried to move her right leg.
The coagulated blood suddenly twitched at this moment, running everywhere as if in spasm, and a tingling electric current spread from the soles of her feet to her knees. Her strength had not yet fully recovered, and her whole body was unstable, and she fell to the ground immediately.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Wen Hemian frowned silently——
It seemed that she was so sad and angry that she fainted from crying. What kind of experience would make such a considerate girl so sad?
Although he didn't like outsiders, it was a rare opportunity 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 the snow on the distant mountains, without any emotion.
Ningning raised her head from the grass that was emitting the fragrance of the green grassland, and the first thing she saw was a hand close to her.
The fingers were slender and white as jade, with thin calluses that all sword practitioners would have, but they were still very beautiful.
Although Wen Hemian's sea of consciousness was destroyed, his extremely rich foundation did not disappear. The scent of the love flower had no effect on him, so he naturally didn't realize that the star-like small white flowers around him were actually a powerful poison.
Now is the time to pretend to be a good person.
Ning Ning complained in her heart, but she replied with great courage: "I can do it myself."
She had no strength left and her voice was as soft as the buzz of a mosquito. Although he used an unquestionable and somewhat angry tone, under this thin voice line, each word unconsciously softened into a continuous soft sound.
Coupled with the redness on her cheeks due to anger and the traces of tears in her eyes that she had not had time to wipe away——
Wen Hemian understood in his heart that it seemed that this young disciple was introverted and shy by nature, and was ashamed to have much contact with a strange man like him, so he blushed and refused in a gentle voice.
He hadn't interacted with others for a long time, so it was too abrupt.
There was probably still some poison from the Ecstasy Flower remaining in her body. In order to protect herself as the vicious female supporting role, Ningning took a lot of effort to finally get up from the ground.
However, before she could stand firmly, the moment her legs were stretched straight, she felt the familiar electric current from the soles of her feet, which made her gasp and fall to the side again.
This time she didn't fall to the ground.
A large, bony hand grasped the girl's arm, barely stopping her from falling forward. A faint scent of sandalwood lingered at the tip of Ningning's nose, and she heard the young man's voice as cool and clear as snow water.
"You are not standing steadily, it must be because of anger that has damaged the meridians in your limbs. You must not move at will."
He paused, coughed lightly a few times, and a hint of sickly light pink appeared on his pale cheeks: "Otherwise, the meridians will be broken, and the limbs may be seriously injured."
What anger attack, what broken meridians, Ningning was frightened by him and almost thought she was in trouble.
But on second thought, I felt something was wrong.
As a cultivator, could she really collapse like that just by smelling a poisonous flower and being punished to stand? Then she shouldn't be a swordsman, she should be more suitable to act in a Barbie princess movie.
Ningning was half-believing and half-doubting, but with her heart pounding, she moved her toes cautiously. The cold body temperature gradually warmed up, and with the infusion of spiritual energy, the uncomfortable electric current feeling finally dissipated.
hateful.
It's really just my feet that are numb.
My meridians are broken and I'm so angry that I've been standing there motionless for so long that you'll feel numb if you stomp on me. She was almost fooled by this charlatan, what a lousy swordsman!
"As expected of you, Elder General Star."
Ning Ning believed that the other party was teasing her, so she used her special skills as a vicious female supporting role and sarcastically responded: "This foresight is really unparalleled in the world."
Wen Hemian paused.
Then a faint blush appeared on her earlobe. She pursed her lips awkwardly and replied in a low voice, "Wen is just a useless person... I don't deserve such praise."
Ningning: ...
Wen Hemian, what are you doing, Wen Hemian! It's such an obvious irony, how come you can't see it? You should be angry for a while!
The peerless elder Jiang Xing lowered his eyes slightly and spoke in a cold voice with a little hesitation: "I saw the young Taoist friend crying when he heard the zither, but I don't know the reason. Although my ability is limited, I may be able to help."
Ningning slowly typed another question mark.
She didn't know if there was something wrong with the man in front of her or if she herself was abnormal. When she was with him, she almost turned into an emotionless question mark machine.
Did this person win the Oscar Grand Slam in his previous life? I clearly saw her crying but she was still playing the piano so happily, but now he is shamelessly pretending to be a good person and asking her why she is crying? Could it be that he really didn't know—
etc.
Wen Hemian perhaps really didn't know why she was crying.
The valley was filled with fog. The two of them were some distance apart, and the rocks were covered with weeds, making it difficult for others to find them. When she spoke, she could only use lip reading, but the lip reading was very non-standard due to exhaustion, so it was natural that he couldn't understand it.
Plus what he just said, "I cried when I heard the zither"...
The self-loathing and melancholy in Wen Hemian's piano music are deeply hidden. When others first hear it, they will only feel that it is leisurely, lingering, and free and easy.
This person would not think that she heard a deeper meaning and was moved to tears by the sound of the piano.
This, this, this, how can this be possible! In this way, wouldn't the two of them be like drinking with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough, and the hibiscus tent is warm and the spring night is spent——
Pooh!
All in all, I understood the meaning of the song and shed tears with empathy. This is definitely not the plot that a vicious female supporting character should have.
The system in her head sent her the instruction [Please complete the task as soon as possible]. Ning Ning made up her mind and broke free from Wen Hemian's hand: "I'm not sad because of the song you played. I, I hate this kind of sad music the most, and I don't want to listen to it anymore!"
As she spoke, 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!"
Ning Ning's face seemed to be on fire because she was not used to saying harsh words to others. She almost exhausted all her courage before she finally said the words from the original novel in one breath: "A great sword immortal is willing to hide here and become a useless waste. I think you can only be with this broken zither for the rest of your life!"
Ah, kill her.
This kind of talk is too much.
Ningning took a deep breath quietly. Although these words were not meant to scold her, as the person who said them, she almost cried out of guilt.
The strings break and make a buzzing sound, and the golden nan wood breaks.
The piercing sound of the piano cut through the silence in the valley like a sharp blade, startling a flock of birds. The mist seemed to be cut open, and in the faint and gathering white smoke, Wen Hemian saw the little girl's red cheeks.
And the same red tail of the eye.
It seemed like she was about to cry.
She...doesn't like this kind of sad music.
I don't want him to play anymore.
Ever since he lost all his cultivation, all the elders in the sect have come to look for him, but they all seemed to be hesitant to talk, and comforted him, telling him not to worry about it and just to calm down and cultivate himself.
Only this little girl told him directly not to play such a sad song anymore.
Otherwise he would be worthy of being bound here, accompanied by the sorrowful music of the piano.
She is so stupid.
Even if you smash the piano, there's no way to get him out.
He... is beyond redemption.
A useless person who has lost all his cultivation has no future to hope for.
Wen Hemian was not good at communicating with others, and he didn't know how to comfort the girl whose eyes were red because of him. He was about to speak when he heard Ning Ning's panicked voice: "I'm leaving!"
He added: "I hate you and your music. I'm crying because... because my foot was hit by a rock!"
She came suddenly and left quickly. The girl's figure was the lightest, but she disappeared in a flash, leaving behind only a gust of breeze.
The young man in white stood alone in front of the broken guqin, his long drooping eyelashes cast a layer of shadow in his pupils, and a hint of a bitter smile flashed across his eyes.
Hit on the foot 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 sleep or eat well.
Although Ningning knew that she was a vicious female supporting role and had been doing her tasks diligently before, she had completed them in a confused manner each time and had not caused any substantial harm to others.
But this time is different.
She actually said such excessive words to a poor man who was already depressed and about to die. Even the original text said that after Wen Hemian was ridiculed by the original owner, he became even more inferior and gloomy.
He clearly asked her 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 recognize sarcasm.
And...she really liked the piano he played.
It's too bad that I ended up saying something so outrageous.
Ningning, who had never had a quarrel since childhood, felt guilty. After much thought, he decided to be a cultivator version of Uncle Lei Feng who did good deeds without leaving a name.
Wen Hemian lives alone in Qingxu Valley. He doesn’t have a close relationship with other elders, and no disciples are willing to look for him.
It is inevitable for a person to feel very sad when he has been alone for such a long time and has to endure rumors such as "useless person" and "fallen genius"? He must feel very sad and it is inevitable to feel inferior.
She decided to pretend to be an unknown disciple and secretly write a letter to encourage him.
In the Xuanxu Sword Sect, all information is 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 could easily pretend to be Elder Jiang Xing's little fan girl and comfort Wen Hemian during his most difficult time.
She is such a clever little girl!
Ningning did what he said. He immediately picked up a stack of communication symbols from the desk and started writing carelessly. In order to avoid being discovered, he even cleverly changed the font.
I bet her a year's pocket money that this wave of money would never be discovered. The communication talisman seemed to have wings, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it was instantly transmitted to the door of Wen Hemian's residence.
The young man, who lived a secluded life, had not received any news for a long time. He opened the letter with doubts. After reading the content, his frost-like cold brows couldn't help but relax slightly.
Written on it in dog-like cursive writing:
[Hello, Elder Jiangxing! I am a new disciple of your sect and have always admired you very much. I would be very happy if you could see this letter.
I heard that the elder was injured in the war and is now in seclusion recuperating. I don't know how he is doing. 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 Saint has always remained in our hearts.
Although my power is weak, I will definitely practice hard, even if it is just for you, and I hope that one day I will find a way to rebuild my sea of consciousness.
Then take you out of Qingxu Valley.
Please wait patiently for that day! I will try my best!
Also, please don't mind my name. I will come to you when the day comes when I fulfill my promise. ］
The words are childish, but the whole article is full of childish sincerity.
The young man's pale knuckles clenched the paper, and somehow, a low, hoarse laugh suddenly escaped from his throat.
This communication symbol...
People with a high level of cultivation can sense the different spiritual energies of each person. The girl would never have thought that even though he had lost all his skills, he could still tell something from this.
The aura on the communication talisman was gentle and soft, but it also carried a sharp sword intent. Even if she spoke vaguely in the letter, Wen Hemian could still recognize the owner of the letter at a glance.
If he hadn't sensed the familiar spiritual energy and relaxed the restrictions in Qingxu Valley, this communication talisman would never have been able to enter from the beginning.
He also said that he looked forward to meeting him in person one day.
It's a pretty good outfit.
Wen Hemian never liked to get involved with others, but this time, for some reason, he leaned over with a pen and used the communication symbol she sent to write a reply -
As long as the same spell is used, the letter will 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 had her hair tied up. There was a pearl hanging on the sword at her waist. Judging from the sword energy, she should be a cultivator in the Jindan stage. I wonder if my dear fellow Taoist friend knows her name? ］
The other party was delighted to think that he had successfully kept Wen Hemian in the dark, but he never imagined that he had fallen into his trap.
After a while, she sent another letter, still with the same flamboyant handwriting.
[That’s Senior Sister Ningning, who works under Elder Tianxianzi. She’s very fierce! We are all so scared of her! If she did anything to upset you today, I apologize on her behalf.
Never mind that she has always had a bad temper.
Please, don't be sad! ! ! ］
The girl even said sorry to him in a roundabout way, even though she clearly did nothing wrong.
There were stars in the young man's dark pupils. He read the letter quietly for a long time. His fingertips moved slightly and he wrote slowly on the white paper very seriously.
So this is its name.
He smiled for the first time in a long time, lowered his eyes to look at the words on the paper, and read them out loud in his mind.
Ningning.
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