Chapter 1

Nan Xi felt that she had a pretty good life.

Although she was an orphan, she was picked up by the leader of a sect when she was young and was lucky enough to enter the sect.

She had an excellent physique, and when her talent was discovered, the head of the sect was astounded, and without a second thought, he made her his eldest disciple.

She has a delicate appearance and cannot be considered a peerless beauty, but since she was a child, she has always been praised by everyone.

To be honest, for Nan Xi, who is a person who is easily satisfied, such a start is already a great one. She can be a superior person for the rest of her life even if she just lies down.

——If she wasn’t reincarnated as the heroine of a tragic fairy tale, and was bound to a system that allowed her to follow the plot.

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Nan Xi has been in this world for more than 20 years. She came here when she was a child and was picked up by the head of the sect when she first opened her eyes.

It can be said that I didn't suffer any hardship at all, and I started enjoying happiness as soon as I arrived.

But in the same way, the number of years she has traveled through is bound to the plot of the system for that number of years.

At first she couldn't accept it. She thought it was because she was too heartless in her previous life and didn't accumulate much merit, so she had to pay for it in this life.

But after a long time, I accepted it.

Isn't it just following the plot?

Isn't it just being a weak little white flower?

Isn't it possible that one has extraordinary aptitude but mediocre strength?

She can!

And except when she has to follow the plot, she can do whatever she wants as long as she maintains her character.

After so many years, she has figured out some fun.

For example, now.

Nan Xi just finished a plot yesterday, which was about her giving a gift to the male protagonist who had just made it to the top of the Tianjiao list, and was ruthlessly rejected.

There is no plot today, but Nan Xi must maintain her character and make corresponding follow-up responses.

She found a tree.

It was spring, and the century-old pear tree at the entrance of the sect was in full bloom. The snow-white flowers covered the entire tree. When the wind blew, the petals fluttered and fell, creating a unique atmosphere against the backdrop of the extremely old stone stairs.

Nan Xi was standing under this tree. She looked up at the flowers on the tree with sad eyes. She stretched out her hand and caught a small, complete and beautiful pear blossom with her slender hand.

Beautiful women match beautiful scenery, and pear blossoms match sad feelings, which is really charming.

Even people who don't know the inside story can see Nan Xi's sadness at this moment and can't help but be infected by her.

Nan Xi couldn't help but call the system.

[How was my performance? Was it perfect? ​​]

The system is speechless. [The evil man Yang Yiwu 22nd issue Wu Erba updates the post of Haitang Wen every day. The useless post can't stop eating meat. The heroine is timid and a little inferior. Even if she is sad, she will only find a deserted place to digest her emotions alone, and then "coincidentally" be seen by others.]

Rather than at the sect gate where there are almost always people coming and going.

Nan Xi was not convinced. She looked around and said, "There are no people here. This is the back door. The stone stairs are rotten. Any decent person would go through the back door instead of the front door."

As they were talking, a man walked past in front. He cast an appreciative glance at Nan Xi as he passed by. Then, after their eyes met, he quickly avoided her and walked away as if Nan Xi was some kind of monster.

Nan Xi: “?”

She stared at the man, but he walked faster and faster until he was out of her sight.

Opposite that person, three or two female cultivators came down and chatted and laughed, making it very lively.

Nan Xi had to admit that although it was a back door, there were a lot of people coming and going, and most of them were disciples of the sect. They all recognized her. Her face was hurt by the slap, and Nan Xi was a little dissatisfied.

[Not polite.] Nan Xi complained to the system in her heart, [You didn’t even say hello to the senior sister when you saw her.]

The female disciples who were walking past her and ignoring her froze in their tracks, looked at her in disbelief, and stammered, "Hello, Senior Sister."

"Hello, Senior Sister."

"Hello, Senior Sister."

There were a few female voices, but I have to say, they sounded pretty nice.

Nan Xi suppressed the smile that was about to appear on her lips. She didn't even think about why they suddenly greeted her. She said in a gentle voice, "Hello, junior sisters. Do you have anything to do down the mountain?"

"Yes, let's go out and buy some." Several female disciples looked a little strange, and after saying something hurriedly, they left.

Nan Xi is not very popular in the sect.

But this is understandable. After all, as the chief disciple, her actual strength is mediocre. In the first ten years, although she did not often show up in public, she did everything she should do well. When people think of her, they still have an impression that she is unfamiliar but reliable.

But ever since the reunion with the male protagonist, Nan Xi has to maintain her love-brained personality, going to the neighboring immortal sect to find the male protagonist from time to time, and all the things she should do are messed up because of various "accidents".

As time went by, the impression she left in the sect became that of the senior sister with mental problems.

In the ancient fairy-tale novels, people like the heroines who are little confused or little white flower. It’s okay if they are well written, and anyone who likes to read them can read them.

It just so happens that the story that Nan Xi traveled to, except for the world view and identity setting which can keep up with the public, the rest of the plot can be described in one word.

history.

The heroine didn't care about the lives of other people in the sect at all, and later became a synonym for online love brain. Nan Xi clicked on it purely out of curiosity.

As for what happened later, let’s not talk about it.

Nan Xi sighed heavily, and seeing that her character was almost set up, she put her hands in her sleeves and leisurely went back to her own courtyard to lie down.

Nan Xi didn't get to lie down.

She saw a young man at the gate of her yard, hesitating whether to knock on the door.

The boy was dressed in blue, had bright eyes, white teeth and fair skin. He looked even prettier than many little girls. His hair was simply held up high by a headband of the same color as his clothes.

His hands were raised in front of the door, and his brows were wrinkled so tightly that they could kill flies.

Nan Xi recognized this man. He was the direct disciple of the Sixth Elder of the Tianyun Sword Sect. His name was Lian Qianxing. He was only fourteen years old and was accepted into the sect the year before last.

She is naive and lively by nature, but for some reason, she has always kept her distance from Nan Xi. Now, she doesn't know why she is forced to come to her.

Seeing that there was no one around, Nan Xi started to have some bad thoughts.

She held her breath and walked behind Lian Qianxing, then said calmly, "Junior Brother Lian, why are you lingering in front of my door?"

"Ah!" Lian Qianxing was so scared that he jumped forward and fell on the door. When he turned around to look at Nan Xi, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why do you want to scare me, Senior Sister?"

He forgot his own concerns for a moment, and the words he spoke were accusatory, but they didn't seem so distant.

Nan Xi also pretended to be sad and apologized very sincerely, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother, I was distracted just now, and when I came to my senses, I was already standing behind you. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Really?"

Lian Qianxing had already stood up straight and adjusted his expression. Without waiting for Nan Xi's answer, he already believed it 90%.

He remembered the purpose of his visit.

The master said that he had been in the sect for almost two years, and he was still not familiar with Nan Xi. This time, his senior sister was sad, and the female cultivators of the right age were not there, and it was not appropriate for a male disciple of the same age to go, so he sent him to comfort Nan Xi.

Nan Xi nodded very seriously, "Really."

With just a nod, Qian Xing didn't even have any doubts. He relaxed his brows and nodded, "I came here today..."

[Hehe, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to scare you on purpose, little junior brother.]

Nan Xi couldn't help showing a smile in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. Generally speaking, most people would not notice this slight change in expression, but Lian Qianxing's eyebrows and eyes widened.

"Sister, did you scare me on purpose?"

Nan Xi was stunned by the question. She didn't even care about maintaining her image. She looked surprised and asked, "How do you know?"

Nan Xi asked this question subconsciously, and then reacted quickly, slapping herself on the lips, feeling a little annoyed.

[You idiot, haven't I admitted it yet? Why are you talking so quickly? But Junior Brother Lian has always been good-tempered, so he shouldn't be angry, right? ]

Nan Xi glanced at Lian Qianxing's expression again.

The other party was already stunned, looking at her with eyes that were seven parts disbelief and three parts suspicion, as if he was stuck in some incomprehensible problem. This complicated expression once again confused Nan Xi.

[Is this angry or not angry? 】

Nan Xi didn't understand, but she still said, "I'm sorry, maybe I was stimulated and couldn't control myself just now."

Lian Qianxing was a little angry at first, but the voice that sounded more ethereal and distant than the speaking voice did not seem to come from the senior sister's mouth.

And Nan Xi seemed unaware of the exposure of this voice, as if... he could hear Senior Sister Nan Xi's thoughts.

Lian Qianxing shook his head hesitantly, "It's okay, I understand."

He couldn't understand.

Lian Qianxing continued what he had just said, "Senior sister, I heard that you were in a bad mood, so I thought of sending you some broccoli feet, hoping that you would feel happier."

Nan Xi was stunned.

According to her character setting, she should be shaking her head, feeling sad, smiling miserably, and refusing, but...

Nan Xi responded quickly, smiled bitterly, then went to open the gate and said, "Junior brother, thank you for your kindness. Please come in and sit down first. I'll make you a cup of tea."

[Halfresco! These are halfresco! Damn Sixth Elder, you know my preferences so well.]

Hearing that voice again, Lian Qianxing looked at Nan Xi's back as she went inside. Her expression was clearly one of sadness, but he could see some joy in her back.

Although he didn't know what the voice meant, Lian Qianxing's expression eased a little. He felt that this senior sister was not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined.

Condolences are not just about giving things away. Besides, Nan Xi has made the tea, so Lian Qianxing should at least sit there for a cup of tea, which is polite.

The chicken feet come with wooden skewers. Propping them up makes it easy to pick up without dirtying your hands even in places where disposable gloves are not available.

Seeing that Nan Xi couldn't wait to gnaw on the chicken feet, Lian Qianxing took a sip of tea, hesitated for a moment, and decided to say something.

But the next moment, another chicken claw was stuffed into his hand. The woman in front of him slightly lowered her eyes, with some sadness in her silence that could not be ignored, and said: "Junior brother, please eat some too... I can't eat so much."

Lian Qianxing was confused for a moment. If he ignored the chicken claw, it would be in line with his senior sister's usual style.

But there was something a little weird.

[Damn it, my chicken claws, I will not give away my chicken claws to anyone who comes here today except Junior Brother Lian! ]

Nan Xi took advantage of no one's attention and took a vicious bite of the chicken claw.

Lian Qianxing was embarrassed by what he said and almost got carried away, but he still held the chicken claw and asked, "Senior Sister is sad, but is it because of that fellow Taoist Qi?"

Nan Xi triggered the key words, raised her head abruptly, and took a breath subconsciously.

“I… cough cough! cough cough cough!!”

She was still chewing something in her mouth, and in her haste she forgot that the brine of the halved chicken feet was quite spicy, and her throat felt hot from the spicing, and she coughed desperately. Lian Qianxing was so scared that he quickly stood up, patted her back, and handed her tea, looking even more anxious than Nan Xi.

"Don't be sad, Senior Sister. If that man doesn't like you, just find another one who does. Senior Sister, you are so beautiful, I'm sure there will be many people who like you."

Nan Xi coughed more violently from behind, and only heard something like "that man doesn't like you". The hand holding the teacup clenched suddenly, and the whites of her eyes turned red from being bitten.

She couldn't speak and could only scream in her heart.

[Damn the Qi Mi! ! ! ]

Because she heard the male protagonist being scolded, Nan Xi certainly would not blame Lian Qianxing, so she could only transfer her anger to the male protagonist, that is, Qi Qian. Coupled with old grudges and the heart-wrenching cough, the scream in her heart, if she shouted it out loud, could be used as material for a horror movie.

Lian Qianxing shuddered and was frightened again, looking at his senior sister in shock.

Didn't Senior Sister Nan Xi love Qi Qian so deeply that it was almost selfless? Why did she sound like she hated him so much that she wanted to kill Qi Qian's entire family?

Nan Xi finally recovered, propped up her hand on the table, looked up at Lian Qianxing and smiled soothingly, but she couldn't speak yet.

[Who is his identity and status? How dare he look down on me? How dare he? Don't let me catch him in the future! ]

Lian Qianxing looked at Nan Xi's face. Maybe it was because of the blessing of his inner voice, but at this moment he looked at his senior sister, whose eyes were red, hair was messy, body was twisted into a weird shape (?), and she gave him a sly smile.

It was so miserable, as if a fierce ghost had descended upon us.

The young junior brother, who was not very courageous, was almost scared to death. He groped his way to the door and tried to calm himself down. "I, I remembered that Master asked me to do something, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, Senior Sister!"

Nan Xi didn't understand what was going on yet, and managed to utter something in a hoarse voice.

"See you later, Junior Brother."

But when Lian Qianxing heard the voice, he was startled again and ran even faster without even saying goodbye.

He would never listen to outsiders again. It was obvious that his senior sister hated Qi Qian to the core!