It was not until the night deepened and the sound of frogs croaking outside the house that Sheng He slowly opened his eyes.

The Nine-bend Purple Yuan Pill was indeed a sacred object for healing. Not only did she feel that her injuries had fully recovered, but even her spiritual faith had become much more stable.

Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, Sheng He jumped off the wooden bed, took the "Basics of Swordsmanship" and walked out of the cabin.

God rewards hard work, and this is especially true for sword practitioners.

Only by working harder than ordinary people can you have enough strength to get what you want.

Spiritual roots will be replaced, opportunities will be taken away, but the sword will always follow you.

Sheng He picked up a branch from the ground and followed the instructions in the book "Basics of Swordsmanship", including starting, stepping side by side, bending the body and pointing forward, pointing the sword, stabbing the sword, turning around, and sheathing the sword.

Sheng He practiced these few movements over and over again as if tirelessly.

"Hello!"

Mu Yao was lying on a tree branch, holding a wild fruit in one hand and resting the other hand under her head, leisurely watching the little girl practicing swordplay with a branch under the tree.

"This movement is wrong, you need to raise your hands higher!"

"Also, when you draw your sword, use your arm to exert force, not your wrist!"

Hearing that there was someone else here, Sheng He immediately put away the branches and looked at the fruit tree in front of him vigilantly: "Who is it?"

"who I am?"

Mu Yao jumped down from the tree, took a bite of the wild fruit and looked at Sheng He curiously: "Why don't you guess?"

Sheng He looked at the person in front of him. She looked a few years older than him. She was wearing the clothes of a direct disciple of an alchemist. She had a pretty face and a delicate and beautiful face. She also exuded the fragrance of herbs.

The scent was familiar, she seemed to have smelled it somewhere before.

Sheng He understood and bowed to the woman in front of him: "Senior Sister Mu Yao."

Mu Yao looked at Sheng He in surprise: "How did you know?"

"Master once said that there is a special alchemist in Qingyun Sect. He is extremely talented and can not only make ordinary pills, but also make pills that explode and release poisonous gas. I have seen it this afternoon."

"Besides, Master Jinglan only accepted one disciple, named Muyao."

Sheng He's voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

Mu Yao raised her eyebrows, looked Sheng He up and down, and raised her head proudly: "Yes, I am Mu Yao, your name is Sheng He, right? I heard that today is your first day in school?"

"yes."

"Is he the direct disciple of Uncle Tianyu?"

"Yes, what's the matter, Senior Sister?"

Mu Yao moved closer to Sheng He, her eyes revealing a hint of teasing, but she returned to her serious look the next moment.

"Don't think I don't know what you sword cultivators are up to. I tell you that your master's tricks don't work on me. If my master hadn't asked me to come and see if you've settled down, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to you."

"Okay, you're fine now, I should go too."

Mu Yao said this and turned to leave.

Sheng He nodded, picked up the branch and continued practicing.

Mu Yao took a few steps and turned back: "Am I really leaving?"

"Goodbye, Senior Sister Mu Yao."

Mu Yao: Something is wrong, let’s go back and take a look.

Mu Yao walked up to Sheng He, pointed at herself, and said in a very serious tone: "Hey, I'm Dan Xiu, and I'm very rich."

"Yes, I know. Is there anything else, Senior Sister?"

"No." Mu Yao grabbed a handful of spirit stones from her storage bag and handed them to Sheng He.

"You see, I, Danxiu, am very rich."

After Mu Yao finished speaking, she pointed at Sheng He and said, "You, the sword cultivator, are the poorest person in the entire sect."

"Don't you want to say something or do something?"

Sheng He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Yao seriously: "I think so."

Mu Yao curled her lips, her tone carrying a hint of pride: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Senior Sister Mu Yao, you just said that my sword holding posture is wrong. Do you think it is true?"

Sheng He picked up the branch and stabbed again.

Mu Yao: ...I hate that you are a piece of wood.

"You raised your hand too high, your lower body was unstable, and your thrust was not strong enough."

"Thank you, Senior Sister. Do you think this is the case?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The arm drives the wrist to generate power. When you swing the sword, the sword should be level. The Qi should sink into the Dantian and the legs should be steady."

…

The sky was turning pale as a fish belly turned into a fish belly. Mu Yao was holding lotus seeds picked from the small pond and staring at Sheng He with lifeless eyes.

"Yes, that's it. The movements are very standard and the strength is appropriate. We can practice the next move now."

Sheng He put away the branch and smiled sweetly at Mu Yao.

"Senior Sister Mu Yao, we have finished practicing."

"Finally finished practicing?"

Mu Yao instantly perked up, with a little more light in her eyes, and casually threw the lotus seeds in her hand aside.

"So is there anything else you want to say to me now?"

"some."

Sheng He lowered his head and took out a purple umbrella from his storage ring under Mu Yao's expectant gaze.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. This is a defensive magic weapon given to me by Master. It can resist attacks below the Nascent Soul stage. Senior Sister, you are an alchemy practitioner and it is easy to encounter danger outside. I hope this umbrella can protect you."

Mu Yao was stunned. The little girl in front of her had a serious look on her face, and there was no calculation or greed in her eyes.

It seemed that he was different from the sword cultivator she had met before.

It also seems to be different from what Master said.

"You... don't want to be my friend?"

Mu Yao asked tentatively.

Sheng He blinked and smiled: "I thought we were already friends."

Before he could finish his words, something seemed to be wrapped around his body.

When Sheng He lowered his eyes, he saw Mu Yao hugging him and crying.

"Master, I found my sword cultivator. Even though this sword cultivator is very weak, she is a good sword cultivator. She will definitely protect me!"

Sheng He pulled it twice but failed to move it, so he couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand.

In her previous life, as a menial disciple, she met no good people.

In this life, she finally entered Jianfeng, but why did she feel like there was no normal person around her?

After waiting for Mu Yao to cry enough, she reluctantly got off Sheng He.

From Mu Yao's mouth, Sheng He roughly knew the whole story.

Most alchemists are very rich because of their ability in refining pills, and the more powerful the alchemist is, the richer he is.

Therefore, whenever alchemists go out, they are prone to being robbed. In the worst case, they may lose all their elixirs and spiritual stones, or even die.

Sword cultivators, on the other hand, are mostly very poor because they have to maintain their swords regularly, and the more powerful the sword cultivator, the poorer they are.

Therefore, alchemy practitioners usually cooperate with some sword practitioners. The alchemy practitioners provide spirit stones and elixirs to the sword practitioners, and the sword practitioners protect the safety of the alchemy practitioners.

However, there are many cases where alchemy practitioners were killed due to uneven distribution or impure intentions of sword practitioners, so alchemy practitioners are very cautious when selecting sword practitioners.

"So, Senior Sister, are you planning to cooperate with me?"

Sheng He pointed at himself in shock.

Mu Yao nodded immediately.

"But, I'm only in the middle stage of Qi training, and I have five spiritual roots. I..."