Chapter 65 Born Ruthless "Junior Sister Jin——" Ordinary people...
"Junior Sister Jin—"
Ordinary people exclaimed, the children cried belatedly, and the driver covered his chest in fear.
Amidst all these voices, someone shouted from afar.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!"
Jin Aqing shook her head. She really didn't think there was anything wrong.
I vaguely remember that this senior brother was preparing the sect's graduation report in Haicheng. Some unexpected events are understandable, thought Jin Aqing, who often saw posts of graduating disciples crying.
Senior Brother Zhang Xiangwen waved at her: "Why don't we go out first? It's too noisy."
Amidst the noisy crowd, the senior brother's voice was very clear.
A little life tip: the rational use of condensing sounds into lines.
Jin Aqing suddenly thought of the teaching video he saw last night. He didn't expect to encounter this technique so soon.
This is what the new sword cultivator who focuses on training and maintaining his sword thinks.
She nodded.
The two fellow disciples slipped away from the crowd.
After sneaking out, Zhang Xiangwen said to her, "You just joined our sect last year, right?"
Nodding.
Zhang Xiangwen patted his junior sister's shoulder sadly: "You are a swordsman, right?"
Standard swords are not only issued to sword cultivators, but Zhang Xiangwen could tell at a glance that this was a sword cultivator junior sister.
Whether it was the sword energy that seemed ordinary but actually controlled everything just right; or the junior sister's hands that were born to wield swords.
Of course, more importantly, Zhang Xiangwen had read rumors about this natural swordsman last year.
After six months of sword practice, he defeated his sword teacher at the time and his faith in Taoism collapsed. It is said that the senior is still in seclusion now. It seems that it will be difficult for him to come out of seclusion in three to five years.
Jin Aqing didn't expect so many twists and turns and continued to nod.
She handed a candied haws fruit in her hand to her senior brother as a greeting gift, and then continued to eat her own half of the candied haws fruit.
"This is delicious." The junior sister said earnestly, and it seemed that she would be doing a disservice to this best candied haws in the world if she didn't eat it.
The senior brother took the candied haws with gratitude.
As expected of a new student who has been in the sect for less than a year, she is so fresh, young and innocent.
Whenever he thought about the young swordsman who was quietly chewing candied haws, and thought that he would become a veteran in two years, he felt heartbroken in advance.
He asked with concern, "Have you chosen a master? If not, don't choose Bai Zhao!"
...?
Jin Aqing was bewildered: "I've chosen it."
Before Zhang Xiangwen could get excited and start recounting Bai Zhao's various evil deeds, the younger sister said innocently, "It's Master Bai Zhao."
Zhang Xiangwen: “…”
Jin Aqing stared at him: "..."
Zhang Xiangwen squatted down with a faint look of collapse: "That damn old man didn't tell me... Could it be that he really forgot that he had a disciple like me..."
It was obvious that when he was browsing the posts before, the young swordsman hadn't chosen a master yet! Although the last time he had time to browse the posts was half a year ago.
There's no way around it. Graduation reports are so exhausting that I simply can't spare the time.
Jin Aqing was silent.
She remembered that her senior had said that this person was her fellow disciple, and she thought that the other party also knew that she was her fellow disciple.
Generally speaking, fellow disciples simply refer to disciples of the same master.
Zhang Xiangwen pulled himself together and tried to keep his eyes open to pretend to be an innocent senior brother.
Just then a dark cloud came over.
A shadow fell on Zhang Xiangwen's face, and he said sinisterly, "Junior sister, you must not have heard anything just now."
Jin Aqing is an honest child.
If you assign her the task of swinging the sword 30,000 times, she will definitely not compromise at all and will swing the sword 30,000 times with exactitude. Even if she cannot finish it, she will never give up early.
Besides, honest children will not lie.
She said nothing.
Zhang Xiangwen couldn't hold it in any longer and rushed over to hug her arms. "Please—I'll give you the 'Guide to Dealing with Bai Zhao'. Please don't tell him!"
Bai Zhao is a well-known sword master, and also a notoriously strict master. Many newbies who joined the sect had fantasized about this famous sword master, but all of them were defeated by his overly strict requirements for accepting disciples.
As for how Zhang Xiangwen, a sword cultivator who likes to lie down and do nothing, managed to become a disciple... Zhang Xiangwen only felt that he was too young back then and the past was too painful to recall.
Jin Aqing: "What is the 'Guide to Dealing with Bai Zhao'?"
Although Bai Zhao has high requirements for accepting disciples, the quality of his disciples is also correspondingly high - except for Zhang Xiangwen, who has delayed his graduation for a year.
This guide is naturally a summary of the experience and lessons learned by the master of slacking off over the years, as well as various rumors.
As for whether it is useful or not... you can see that Zhang Xiangwen has not been greeted by his master in the past six months, and he didn't even know that he had a new junior sister.
"Ah Qing, you are a good person."
The senior brother spoke with sincerity and gratitude, and handed over the guide with both hands, in exchange for Jin Aqing's promise not to tell the master about this.
Jin Aqing reminded him: "Mission?"
"Yes, come with me. It's near the small village to the north."
The two chatted as they walked. Although flying with swords was prohibited in the city, they were cultivators after all and did not need the tools of ordinary people to travel, so they were still traveling at an incredible speed.
According to Zhang Xiangwen, it was a secret realm that appeared a few days ago. Judging from the size of the crack, it should be only microscopic in scale, which means it can accommodate three to five cultivators at most, and all of them are at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Zhang Xiangwen is certainly not at the Foundation Establishment stage, but he can still enter the secret realm if his scale exceeds that of the realm. It’s just that his level will be suppressed to the Foundation Establishment stage.
"My graduation thesis depends on this village. It would be disastrous if something goes wrong."
Jin Aqing was curious: "What report?"
"Um—regarding the impact of factory size on the rate at which one's merit increases, and its impact on the happiness index of nearby residents."
Jin Aqing opened his eyes slightly wide. When he first saw his senior brother, he was dressed simply and his sword was made of ordinary black iron. He thought he was just another poor swordsman. But he didn't expect...
As expected, you can’t judge a book by its cover. She sighed, “Brother, you are so rich.” He can even afford to open a factory.
Zhang Xiangwen was silent for two seconds: "I didn't open the factory, my friend did."
"He opened a factory to earn merit, and I just came here to write a graduation report. That guy is the real rich man."
As if to prove the factory director's wealth, he said, "A disciple from the Lingbao Merchant Alliance."
Wow.
The poor brothers and sisters looked at each other and saw a little envy in each other's eyes.
If a sword cultivator had this much money - I can't even imagine how well he could maintain his own natal sword!
"arrive."
The two stopped and saw a small hill in front of them. On the hill, sparse houses were scattered and wisps of smoke were rising.
"Well, have you eaten?" The poor brother touched his empty wallet.
"No." The poor junior sister pinched the fluttering tassels on the sword case.
"Let's go and have a free meal." Zhang Xiangwen said calmly.
Jin Aqing glanced at him.
"Let's go eat at the rich man's place!" He said excitedly. "The one who owns the factory. He came out of quarantine this morning. Let's go have a meal with him first, and then we can immediately deal with the matter of the secret realm. What do you think?"
"I've already told everyone in the village not to go where the cracks are."
Jin Aqing nodded in agreement.
Not to mention that monks don't need to eat when fasting, people don't actually need to eat snacks either, but they still eat. It's just a desire driven by their inner desire.
Following one's original intention of not doing evil is also a form of spiritual practice.
*
"What is this?" asked the black cat.
“I have no experience.”
Li An made a lazy taunt, his usual disparagement of the Cat God, before adding, "Clay mural."
No, that's not the point at all!
Just lie down and imagine yourself as a pancake spreading back and forth.
"What's on the mural?"
Li An slowly and methodically adjusted the color of the clay, finding the one that suited her best.
"Earth, sky, forest, and a ladder."
She's still busy with coloring; it's been so long since she's played with clay that she's still a little uncomfortable: "Oh, and there needs to be some sun."
Randomly alerted: "What sun?"
Li An thought for two seconds: "Red? Or gold? I haven't decided yet, I'll tell you when the time comes."
By then... by the time your divinity fully awakens?
Looking at the other party's godhood that was just a step away from awakening, he couldn't help but fall into heavy thoughts about the future.
I don’t know if I can still eat mooncakes secretly like I do now.
Li An spent a long time adjusting the color of the forest, but was still not satisfied.
Although she had no idea what color she wanted, the colors that had been mixed so far definitely did not meet her expectations.
She decided to give it a short break, take a break, and then come back.
Last time, I found some flower tea bags from who knows when, and Li An took them out.
Make two cups of tea.
One cup is actually for everyone.
After all, for some reason, this cat god seems to be getting hungrier and hungrier recently, and always eats secretly.
Maybe it was because it finally couldn't help it and exposed its foodie nature. Considering the bag of extremely unpalatable five-nut mooncakes that it had eaten up, Li An still made two cups of tea.
Otherwise I always feel like it wants to taste the saltiness.
"jingle--"
The bell rang, and in the new animal world, a crow flew into the store from the lush green jungle.
It was a very strange-looking crow.
Li'an's gaze shifted from the other's head to its torso. It actually had three claws.
The appearance of the three-legged crow reminded her of a mythical figure.
——Golden Crow.
*
Today is the 798th day since the fall of Dengyunti, and it is also the 29th time that Jin Aqing has tried to find the miniature secret realm that he missed that year.
The crack was not found, but the demon cultivator who stopped practicing his true self after the ladder collapsed was found first.
Because there is no longer a way to ascend to the sky and become an immortal, many people are no longer willing to punish evil and promote good for the sake of merit, and only seek the pleasure of a temporary surge in their cultivation.
As for the thunder tribulation? Death is death, anyway, the human race will never reach the top again.
Jin Aqing clenched the two swords in his hands, one was a standard sword, and the other had a blade made of ordinary black iron.
It is obvious that neither of these two swords is her natal sword.
After the fall of the Heavenly Ladder, she became even more proficient in the way of the sword. After losing all her relatives and friends, she turned to the way of ruthlessness, making rapid progress every day, as if she belonged to this way.
After the Qingyun Sect fell into decline, the junior sisters from the last few generations of the Qingyun Sect became famous instead. With two ordinary swords, everyone knew that they had a natural sword heart.
Everyone agrees that Jin Aqing was born to practice the ruthless way.
But these demon cultivators are no ordinary people.
The fierce battle made the already desolate wasteland even more desolate.
Blood nourishes the land, but it cannot make even a single weed grow here.
Jin Aqing slowly moved away from the pool of blood and sat on the ground. She no longer had the strength to stand up, only the two swords were still in her hands.
...You should take a recovery pill.
But she still didn't move, letting the blood continue to flow out of her body and the coldness invade her limbs.
She remembered that there used to be a village here.
At noon, wisps of smoke mixed with the laughter of several families should float up to the clouds.
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