Chapter 2

When Lian Qianxing said he was leaving, Nan Xi had stopped coughing. She raised her head with tears in her eyes and could only see Lian Qianxing's back as he seemed to be fleeing.

Then I drank some tea to moisten my throat, and only then did I feel completely relieved.

At this time she was not in a hurry to eat her halved chicken feet. She looked around, found the handheld bronze mirror, picked it up, and pointed it at her face.

The woman in the mirror had tears in her eyes (coughed up), which added a bit of chaotic beauty to her scattered tears. She looked fragile and looked like a completely broken beauty.

Nan Xi looked at her current appearance with satisfaction and asked the system, "My character setting should be okay, right?"

Everything happened too suddenly. Nan Xi almost forgot her mission and was unable to manage her image. But now looking in the mirror, Nan Xi is quite satisfied with her image.

The system has become accustomed to Nan Xi's tantrums. After thinking back to her performance just now, it found that apart from her failure to refuse the halogen chicken claws, there was nothing wrong with her.

【It didn’t collapse.】

The system is very frugal with words.

As for the halogen chicken claws, the system didn't think it was a harsh system and it had nothing to do with itching, so it didn't bother Nan Xi.

After confirming it, Nan Xi placed the bronze mirror on the table, carefully closed the doors and windows, and happily enjoyed her delicious food.

But Lian Qianxing's side was not so peaceful.

Even after he walked away, he was still in shock and his eyes were dull.

Actually, thinking back carefully, Senior Sister Nan Xi's expression wasn't that scary, but those two sounds were engraved firmly in Lian Qianxing's mind.

When he thought of Senior Sister Nan Xi now, the impression he had was not that of a hypocritical and useless senior sister, but that heart-wrenching scream.

When he arrived at the master's cave, he went to report. The Sixth Elder looked at him lovingly, stroked his gray beard with one hand, and asked, "How is it? Is your sister okay?"

In fact, the Sixth Elder also knew what kind of person Nan Xi was, but they were from the same sect and were both direct disciples, so there was no reason for them to be unfamiliar or even at odds with each other.

So I thought of letting Lian Qianxing and Nan Xi get to know each other.

In his impression, although Nan Xi was confused, she had a good temper. If he ignored those love affairs, he could be considered a good child.

Lian Qianxing thought for a moment and hesitated, "I don't know how to put it, but Senior Sister Nan Xi doesn't seem to be hurt by love anymore."

"Really?" The Sixth Elder's eyes lit up. "That's good. How are you getting along with Senior Sister?"

Lian Qianxing became more and more hesitant, thinking of how Nan Xi had scared him, and also thinking of the voice in his heart that said it was only willing to give him the chicken claws, so he said, "Maybe it's because I'm young, Senior Sister is still nice to me."

He thought of what was on his mind and was hesitating whether to tell his master about it, but the master nodded with a smile and suddenly changed the subject.

"That's fine... How's the sword moves I asked you to practice a few days ago going?"

Lian Qianxing became nervous when this was mentioned, and immediately forgot all about senior sister and his feelings.

"I am practicing diligently, but I don't know if I have met Master's requirements."

…

Nan Xi was not idle. These two days were the disciples' days off, so she did not need to supervise their sword practice. However, direct disciples were different from ordinary disciples.

After eating the chicken feet, I lay down for a while, and then it was time for Master to check my cultivation results every week.

She is the eldest disciple under the sect master. Now there are only two disciples under the sect master. Besides her, there is also a junior sister. However, that junior sister has a special fate and rarely stays in the sect. Over the years, Nan Xi has only seen her a few times.

In recent years, I haven't seen him even once.

Along the way, Nan Xi just pretended to be sad, but actually didn't think about anything. Then he walked to his master's cave with an empty mind.

Only then did she come back to her senses and some ideas entered her mind.

Although he has to maintain his persona and keep his strength at a normal level, Nan Xi may be a gifted person. In the early years, he practiced diligently according to the tasks assigned by the headmaster. Not only did his cultivation improve by leaps and bounds, but his basic swordsmanship was also impeccable.

Later, under the guidance of the system, she learned how to control the growth of her cultivation, but swordsmanship is really difficult to control. As long as she learned it, she would know how to do her best.

Therefore, in order to maintain her character, Nan Xi always had to think carefully about how to make the head of the sect think that her swordsmanship was mediocre without letting him notice.

[Last time, Master said that my sword swing was too weak, so he asked me to practice specifically and even took time out every day to supervise me. If I don’t make any progress this time, Master will be disappointed in me too quickly.]

After just a little thought, Nan Xi came up with an idea.

He Jian had actually been waiting at the door for a long time, but he was slightly startled when he heard the voice before seeing the person.

This disciple of his has become a different person since he saw that Qi Ji a few years ago. Not only has his cultivation made almost no progress, but that man is still on his mind every day, and his progress in swordsmanship has also become slow.

This time he waited at the door on purpose, with a stern face, determined to teach him a lesson.

But I didn't expect that after being humiliated and rejected by Qi Qian yesterday, I was still thinking about practice today and didn't want to let him down.

He Jian's expression eased a little. Seeing that Nan Xi was still thoughtful, he could not bear to blame her too much.

Then he watched Nan Xi come in with a sad face, with the kind of weakness and sadness that He Jian couldn't stand seeing. His mood, which had just gotten better, was instantly brought back to normal.

He Jianban frowned, "What's the point of looking so lifeless all day? As a swordsman, you should have broad ambitions and a firm will, and not be bound by love affairs."

All the disciples in the sect were afraid of the sect leader’s stern face, but Nan Xi was not afraid, because she knew best that He Jian had a cold face and a hard heart.

When Nan Xi was acting seriously, she usually didn't think about anything. She first looked up at He Jian, then quickly lowered her head.

"Master is right, but I really can't control myself..."

He Jian felt annoyed when he saw Nan Xi like this. If it were usual, he would definitely give her a few more lectures, but this time he remembered what Nan Xi had just said, so he decided to put these lectures aside for later.

"Well, I asked you to practice hard last week. Is it effective? Let me see."

Nan Xi glanced at He Jian again and nodded, "Disciple will naturally practice well."

She went to the open space at the back, drew out her sword, stared at her exquisitely crafted sword for two seconds, and couldn't help but sigh.

【It’s really difficult. 】

Hearing this cry of difficulty, He Jian frowned and was about to speak, but he saw that Nan Xi didn't even open his mouth. After a moment of hesitation, the other party had already moved.

Tianji Sword Technique is one of the exclusive sword techniques of Tianyun Sword Sect. Different from the basic sword techniques that can be practiced by everyone, this sword technique is sharp and overbearing, and difficult for ordinary people to master. It requires those who are above the foundation-building stage and have strong bones to learn.

There are eight forms in total. Nan Xi is now practicing the fourth form and has been practicing for several months, keeping up with the progress.

According to the strength of the heroine in the plot, it is estimated that it will take another two to three months to master it. The progress can be said to be the slowest among all the disciples taught by the emperor.

She controlled the force of her sword swings; stabbing, chopping, poking, and slashing... all with more force than last time, and her movements were smoother and more connected; it looked like she had made progress.

In order to create the appearance of hard work, she also had to secretly mobilize her spiritual power to make herself sweat more.

After finishing the move, Nan Xi looked at He Jian and deliberately made his breathing heavier, with a more serious look on his face.

[Too tired! ]

She couldn't help but howl in her heart, not because she felt tired from practicing this move, but because she really needed to be 100% alert in front of a high-level monk. She didn't act fragile at this moment, but just frowned slightly, letting people know that she was worried.

Hearing that voice that was different from talking again, He Jian's face tightened and he realized that something was wrong. However, he couldn't laugh because of Nan Xi's demonstration in front of him just now.

It's not that there is no progress, but it is too small and does not meet the standards he expected. The problem of insufficient sword swinging power has not been solved yet.

He asked, "Are you tired?"

Not knowing why He Jian asked this, Nan Xi nodded hesitantly.

He Jian's brows furrowed even deeper. He had a serious look to begin with, and now with his stern face and furrowed brows, he looked so majestic that many disciples dared not look directly at him.

"When you were practicing basic sword techniques before, I never heard you complain of being tired! We sword practitioners not only have to practice, but also practice sword skills and strengthen our bodies. The physical pain we endure is only less than that of pure physical training. Since you have chosen to be a sword practitioner, you must not feel tired!"

"Once you have such thoughts, you will feel tired, and laziness will emerge and dominate your thoughts. How can you practice swordsmanship well then?"

Nan Xi listened to the instructions obediently and had no intention of refutation.

But every time her character setting was not good enough, the system would remind her, so Nan Xi immediately lowered her head.

"Master is right, but I have been feeling troubled these days..."

After saying this, He Jian immediately had a bad feeling. His face fell even more. "What's the matter?"

Nan Xi pretended to be sad, "He was injured before, and I kept thinking about it. I sent him medicine yesterday, but..."

"Okay, you don't have to say anything."

If Nan Xi's slow progress only made him frown and feel dissatisfied, and Nan Xi's complaint of being tired only made him frown and educate Nan Xi, he was not actually angry at all. But as soon as Nan Xi mentioned the move, He Jianqi became unhappy.

He interrupted Nan Xi without hesitation, remembering that he wanted to give her a good talk about this matter today, so he was about to open his mouth when he heard a voice laced with resentment.

[I always wondered why he didn't just get killed with a single blow of the sword. I almost poisoned the medicine I sent him yesterday.]

Nan Xi sighed secretly.

【Master is going to teach me a lesson again. 】

He Jian saw clearly this time that Nan Xi did not speak a word, and there was no spiritual power fluctuation around her body that could transmit sound into the ears. Moreover, one has to enter the Jindan stage to learn the spiritual power, and she has not reached this level yet.

So where did this sound come from?

He Jian was doubtful and for a moment he didn't even realize what Nan Xi meant and continued speaking as he had prepared.

"As a great senior sister of the Tianyun Sword Sect, you are crying and haunted because of a man. How can this be?! That man is not a panacea that can improve your cultivation. Why do you have to waste your time and energy on cultivation and want him to be..."

Killed with one sword.

?

He Jian didn't say anything, but he realized belatedly that something was wrong. His serious brows furrowed in surprise, looking a little funny.

Kill him with a sword? Poison the medicine?

He was stuck on what he was going to say for a long time, and then he coughed when Nan Xi looked at him in confusion.

"Forget it. I've told you so many times, but you never listened."

"There is only one thing. You must not let it delay your training. From today on, you must practice the basics again and swing the sword 10,000 times every day until your strength satisfies me."

He Jian stared at Nan Xi closely after he finished speaking, and then he saw that the disciple's expression became blank for a moment because of these words.

The voice rang out again.

[Ah... ten thousand times... not impossible. ]

The empty look returned to its former state, but the voice in his heart continued.

[Anyway, when I first started practicing the basics, the tasks were much heavier than this, but I didn’t feel tired at all in the end. Now, if I chop 10,000 times, will it still tire me out?]

[But in the end, this matter still has to be blamed on Qi Qian. No, I'll make another note of him.]

Nan Xi slowly lowered his head, silently accepted the punishment, and said pitifully: "Disciple knows, I will not let Master down."

The voice was totally inconsistent with Nan Xi's expression and words, but He Jian still slowly came up with a guess.

Could it be that this is Nan Xi’s inner voice?