Chapter 169
Come to think of it, this should be the first time the two have clashed in their two lifetimes.
Jing Wuyan couldn't help but think of his past life. His memory was almost the same as what Lin Qingshuang saw, both only going up to the day when the two of them formed a bond. Thinking about what would happen in the future, a strange feeling of unwillingness spread uncontrollably in his heart.
This girl was disgusted with him in every way, but why was she so special to her senior brother? She was not as harsh to other senior brothers as she was to him. He didn't understand why. But this did not prevent him from being full of malice towards the person in front of him.
He was even thinking now, if he let the senior brother who was so high and mighty in the girl's mind get hurt, he wondered if the girl would be submissive to him, and whether she would beg for mercy from him like before.
As Jing Wuyan thought so, the aura emanating from his body became increasingly cold and profound, and he stretched out his hand and raised it tentacle.
No one else saw what weapon he used, but suddenly they felt the spiritual energy all around them surging. The powerful force distorted the air around them, and no one knew when the clouds in the sky gathered.
In an instant, the wind started to blow and the clouds rolled in. Thick clouds piled up and even the sky turned dark and oppressive in an instant.
The fight was quite a big one, and the young monks watching on the side were terrified, and their faces all changed. This might be a confrontation between monks with high cultivation levels, which could change the color of heaven and earth.
The monks watched nearby as they were excitedly scrambling to erect the barrier, but then they worried that it was not enough, so they quickly stepped back a distance, fearing that they would be affected by the momentum of these two men.
The fluctuating aura of spiritual energy scraped against people's bodies like a flying blade, and it was easy to cut the skin if one was not careful. Nan Yan also quickly erected a barrier around her body.
On the other side, Feng Jixue drew out his long sword, his eyes became colder, but there was no panic on his face. Instead, his eyes were full of the burning desire to fight against his worthy opponent.
He could even feel the sword in his hand trembling slightly, and he instinctively wanted to fight back.
This opponent is very strong. He cannot tell the other person's cultivation level, which means that the opponent's cultivation level is slightly higher than his. However, sword practitioners have always been brave and forward-looking, challenging opponents of higher levels. It is an honor and enjoyment to be able to fight against the strong. It just so happens that the recent bottleneck in cultivation can be broken through in this challenge.
The two men's eyes met, and they were entangled in a fight in an instant. The spiritual energy around them tore and entangled, and the violent sword energy scraped in the air, and finally condensed into countless wind blades, which swept through the stalls in the market, making a sharp whooshing sound.
Everyone could only see the interweaving and flashing of light and shadow in the barrier shrouded in white mist, and could not make out the figures of the two people at all.
In fact, Feng Jixue's talent and cultivation are unique among his peers in the world of cultivation. Feng Jixue started practicing sword at the age of seven, and practiced the supreme sword art. The sword is used to kill, to stop killing by killing but not to kill indiscriminately.
When the confrontation just started, each side had its own strengths, and Feng Jixue's comprehension ability was indeed rare and strong, and his moves changed with the changes of the opponent.
But Jing Wuyan is from the upper realm after all, and even though his cultivation has not yet fully recovered, he is not someone that an ordinary swordsman can suppress.
What's more, his body movements were so strange and domineering that no one in the world of cultivation could compete with him. The moves he actually used were no more than two or three palm strikes. The fight between the two lasted less than two quarters of an hour. The murderous intent suddenly emerged, and he finally attacked Feng Jixue on the opposite side with unstoppable pressure.
This also caused the barrier around Feng Jixue to be wrapped and torn apart by the spiritual power, so if he wanted to avoid it, he would have enough time.
It happened that Feng Jixue caught a glimpse of his junior sister behind him. The distance was too close. If he dodged, the junior sister behind him would definitely be affected. So Feng Jixue changed from offense to defense and blocked the overwhelming murderous intention.
This attack was quite powerful. Even under the tremendous pressure, he could not stop the blood and qi in his chest from surging. He took a step back and uncontrollably spat out blood.
"Master, Senior Brother..."
Nan Yan, who was standing by, saw this scene and was stunned for a moment.
She seemed to have never seen her senior brother injured so seriously. Her eyes turned red almost instantly and her face turned pale with fear.
Especially when she saw that Jing Wu Yansi on the opposite side had no intention of stopping, she subconsciously rushed between the two of them, "Don't hurt my brother..."
The moment of rushing forward was naturally intentional.
Nan Yan thought about it carefully. These two people have been confronting each other for such a long time, and it is obvious that neither of them has the intention to kill each other. If she blocks this attack, she will at most suffer some minor injuries, and it shouldn't be a big deal.
So she rushed forward with her weapon raised and stood in front of her senior brother, catching both of them off guard.
Jing Wuyan had almost no time to react. He had never expected that the little girl was so fearless of death. She had just reached the foundation-building stage but dared to step into the fight between Jindan cultivators. Didn't she want to live?
Jing Wuyan forcibly retracted more than half of his palm power, and a surge of pain surged in his chest, but he still couldn't retract all his spiritual power. The palm palace hit Nan Yan's spiritual right on top, and a fierce force spread out.
Nan Yan's breathing suddenly became rapid and unstable. Her cultivation was still too weak. Although Jing Wuyan's power was retracted quickly, she was still under a lot of momentum and pressure because she was facing the palm directly.
"puff--"
This was enough to overwhelm her. Her body was like a paper oriole with its string cut off. Due to the force of the impact, she crashed directly into a stall nearby.
That stall also suffered an unexpected disaster. There were even a lot of spiritual plants on it, and the stall owner had already dodged when the two were fighting. Now the stall was pressed down heavily by her and was completely broken into two halves.
Nan Yan fell to the ground, her face pale, and she spit out blood uncontrollably.
This hurt so much that tears came to her eyes.
"Yan Yan!"
Feng Jixue's pupils were constricted and his blood surged.
He had not expected the situation to develop in this direction, and he had not expected the girl to be so courageous and almost unable to control her emotions. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and at that moment he had the urge to kill someone.
Jing Wuyan on the other side was even more stunned. He really didn't expect that the little girl would rush over without caring about anything, and he didn't expect that he would hurt her. He was a little confused for a moment.
It's not like he hasn't killed female cultivators before, there have been worse cases than this. But now, looking at Nan Yan, whose face was pale and blood was coming out of her mouth not far away, she looked very different from the unharmed appearance in front of him just now.
Not only did he not feel happy, but he felt as if his chest was hit hard by something, and a dull and suppressed pain instantly spread in his heart.
This made him subconsciously look down at his pale palms, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
He didn't even know why he felt so bad?
Jing Wuyan's heart was beating rather hurriedly, his lips were pale, and the bloodline between his lips was slowly losing its original color, now appearing slightly pale as his lips were pursed tightly.
He just felt an indescribable panic in his chest, especially when he saw her pale face and the trace of blood flowing from the corner of her lips, which made him tremble slightly. He seemed to understand what he had been entangled with for so many days, but now...
Jing Wuyan's gaze fell on Nan Yan's face again, and at this moment he could no longer care about anything else.
He almost followed his instinct and subconsciously rushed towards the injured Nan Yan.
He really hurt her. Even if he didn't mean to, that palm hit her hard.
This sudden action also shocked the people around.
Especially Feng Jixue, when he saw Jing Wuyan rushing towards Nan Yan, his expression changed drastically, his eyes became sharp, and the sword in his hand was raised subconsciously.
He thought Jing Wuyan was going to hurt Yanyan, but the man rushed over and directly picked up Yanyan who was lying on the ground.
This made Feng Jixue stunned for a moment, and the sword in his hand stopped. He wondered why he did this?
Jing Wuyan held Nan Yan in his arms, holding her shoulders with a guilty look, "Yan, Yan Yan, what happened to you? Is it painful? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and hastily poured out a white and moist pill from the bottle. He humbly handed it to Nan Yan's mouth, "Yan Yan, take this pill. This is the Jade Bone Pill, which has the effect of revitalizing bones and regenerating muscles. You will get better soon after taking it."
Although Nan Yan was very moved when she heard this, she still tilted her head back with dignity.
Her eyes were red, and her voice was full of resentment. "I don't want your stuff. Who knows if your pills are mixed with something poisonous? You clearly wanted to kill me with that palm strike just now. You might as well just kill me, and save yourself the trouble next time."
Nan Yan also knew that this person did not do it on purpose, she just rushed forward on her own, but this did not prevent her from putting the entire blame on him, because it was he who made things difficult for her from the beginning.
She had not forgotten her disgust and disdain for this man when he first appeared. Now that she finally had the chance to vent her anger, how could she let him go so easily?
Jing Wuyan stared blankly at Nan Yan, who was breathing unsteadily in his arms. He couldn't stop feeling panic and helplessness in his heart. He felt as if his heart was being gently pulled by an invisible thread, and there was a dull pain that made him unable to control his emotions.
He had indeed made things difficult for her, and he had indeed hurt her. If he had not kept pestering her, none of what happened today would have happened.
Jing Wuyan's breathing was a little unstable. It was the first time he felt so regretful. In the end, he could only subconsciously use his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. He was very careful in his movements, for fear of hurting her again.
Obviously, he had never done these things before, and had never felt so distressed and anxious towards any female cultivator, but when he did these things to her now, he did not seem unfamiliar at all.
Jing Wuyan's lips moved, his gaze fell on Nan Yan's pale face, his eyes were filled with endless guilt.
He no longer had the cold and domineering look he had in the market before, and even his voice sounded a little anxious.
"It's not what you think. There's nothing in the drug, and I don't really want to kill you. I've been trying to save you. Why did you suddenly rush over here just now?"
Although what he said was true, can Nan Yan admit it?
She resented and accused him, while waving his hand away. "You still say you didn't want to kill me? You've been looking down on me since the first time we met. You think I'm too low in cultivation and too short of my sight. You've wanted to slap me to death several times. Do you think I can't see that? You've been making things difficult for me."
She coughed, her chest heaving violently, angry and furious, her originally pale face now showing a hint of anger, "What are you doing now? Who cares about your hypocrisy? Do you think that I will forgive you just because you hurt me and then give me a pill casually?"
At this point, Nan Yan's tears finally fell uncontrollably. The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. "It's ok that you snatched the spiritual plant that I chose first, but you also asked me to kowtow to you and admit my mistake. What did I do wrong? It's obviously you who bullied me. You teamed up to bully me. I have never kowtowed to my master to admit my mistakes in my life. Why do you treat me like this?"
She looked straight into his eyes, grabbed his collar, and said angrily, "You obviously don't like me, and you're taking this opportunity to get back at me. Go away, don't touch me!"
After Nan Yan said this, she felt another pain in her chest. She seemed to be so angry that she couldn't help spitting out blood.
Jing Wuyan was completely panicked now. He was more distressed and worried than when he was injured and nearly died. He didn't care if she would get angry and try to stop him. He directly stuffed the pill into her mouth. The pill melted in her mouth, making it impossible for Nan Yan to vomit. In the end, she could only glare at him more fiercely.
In fact, what she said was right. When the two of them first met, he did have murderous intentions towards her, but he really didn't have that intention after that. This time, it was an accidental injury. Although he said that he disliked her, he didn't really hate her too much in his heart, and he didn't even think about killing her.
He didn't mean to kowtow and admit his fault, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. Seeing her extremely annoyed look when facing him, and comparing it with her gentle and obedient attitude towards her senior brother, he couldn't help feeling unwilling and annoyed.
He wanted her to regret, to admit her mistakes, and to stay by his side obediently, just like before.
But he has always been arrogant, especially used to being superior. He would only use a tougher approach to force the other party to compromise in any matter, instead of reflecting on his own mistakes. He could not let go of his attitude, and he was not ashamed to admit his mistake to her.
He thought that as long as he defeated her senior brother, she would beg for mercy from him like she did before, but he never expected that she would rush up to him so recklessly.
It was he who hurt her, and it was an accident, but it was also a fact.
No matter how much he regretted it, he couldn't deny these facts. He could only apologize more humbly, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I'll heal your wound first..."
Jing Wuyan knew that it was useless for him to say anything at this moment. It seemed that he had always used the wrong method and had always had the wrong attitude. Her disgust for him was not only because of his condescending attitude, but also because of the murderous intentions he had harboured towards her.
In fact, it was also his own fault. If someone treated him like this, even if he was temporarily weaker than them, he would retaliate fiercely after his cultivation improved.
How could I possibly have feelings for that person?
Thinking of this, Jing Wuyan steadied Nan Yan's back with one hand, knelt on his knees to help her into his arms, and placed his other hand tightly on her chest.
In an instant, a warm and mysterious force flowed through Nan Yan's body, relieving the pain in her chest and restoring her complexion a little.
Nan Yan, whose strength had recovered a little, immediately struggled and resisted more obviously. She didn't believe his false kindness at all and pushed his hand away with force.
"...Who told you to touch me? Get away!"
"Brother..."
She cried and called out her senior brother's name.
The senior brother on the other side finally came to his senses. His eyes were slightly cold, and he looked dimly at the male cultivator who held Yanyan in his arms.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that these two people should be related in some way. The male cultivator's anxious and worried attitude towards Yanyan even made Feng Jixue vaguely guess that perhaps from the beginning, the male cultivator had no intention of hurting Yanyan, but just did so because she hated him.
Feng Jixue's eyes darkened. He didn't know when Yanyan knew that man, nor did he know what that man thought of his junior sister?
At this point, he had no time to think about these things. His mind was completely focused on Yanyan's injuries.
Especially when he heard Yanyan's aggrieved cry, he came to his senses instantly, raised his hand to casually wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then rushed forward and pushed Jing Wuyan away.
He reached out and held Yanyan in his arms.
Feng Jixue subconsciously reached out to feel her pulse, then took out a handful of pills from his arms, most of which were for treating internal injuries and restoring blood and energy. He stuffed them all into her mouth like candy beans. Her expression was tense, as if she had lost too much blood and was about to die of weakness.
Nan Yan ate while crying. As she ate, she found the food quite delicious. Her tears slowly stopped. She put her arms around her brother's neck, venting her anxiety in a wronged and pitiful manner.
In fact, her injuries were not that serious. She just vomited blood, which looked particularly serious. However, she took so many blood-replenishing and energy-replenishing pills. It would take her a few days to be full of life again and trouble her eldest senior brother.
Seeing that she had stopped crying, Feng Jixue reached out and carefully wiped the tears and blood stains from her cheeks. In fact, the moment she rushed up to him, he was almost scared to death by her.
This little girl is simply too bold to dare to act recklessly in such a dangerous situation. Does she think that a duel between cultivators above the Jindan level is just a game? If that person had not held back half of the palm power, she would have died by now.
His heart was still beating uncontrollably and he couldn't calm down at all.
Even though he knew that she was injured and wronged at the moment, Feng Jixue couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling one of her hands off and holding it tightly. "Why did you rush over so recklessly? Aren't you afraid of death? Haven't I warned you to think calmly before doing anything? Who made you so impulsive? Did you ignore my words?"
The senior brother with a cold face is bound to make people a little scared, especially when he is really angry.
Nan Yan dared to confront him normally because she knew where this man's bottom line was. Now that she rushed forward without caring about her life, it was obvious that she had touched the bottom line of the senior brother.
"Do you know that with your level of cultivation, you are not even able to withstand a single blow from others? Aren't you usually the most timid and fearful of death? Don't you just hide when encountering problems?"
"Are you stupid today? You dare to rush up in such a dangerous situation, Su Nanyan, if you dare to do such a stupid thing again in the future, I will keep you in prison for half a year and never let you out until you break through. I wonder if you dare to do such a stupid thing again!"
A cold aura emanated from Senior Brother Hun's entire body.
He was really angry this time, not in his usual pretentious manner, and there was a coldness in his eyes and brows.
Nan Yan's eyes welled up with tears after being scolded by him. She felt a little depressed. She pursed her lips, lowered her head and refused to speak, obviously looking unconvinced.
Feng Jixue saw her expression and knew that this little girl still refused to admit her mistakes. He held her wrist tighter, "You still don't admit your mistakes, right? Do you think I've hurt you?"
Nan Yan's voice was a little hoarse. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes and she looked particularly aggrieved. "But wasn't I worried about you? You even vomited blood..."
The senior brother was angry and helpless when he heard this. He directly hugged her into his arms, put his palms hard on her back, and whispered in her ear, "Yan Yan, even if you are worried about me, you can't be so impulsive."
"You are lucky today and only suffered minor injuries, but if you encounter this kind of situation again in the future, are you really capable of saving your life?"
He patted the little sister's back hard, knowing that she was frightened today, so his tone became softer, "I'm not saying this to scold you, but to make you realize one fact. You only have one life, and your own life is the most important. No one in this world is worth your reckless behavior."
Nan Yan was held in his arms obediently, unable to move, with only two fingers gently twisting his sleeves.
Feng Jixue let her go and stroked her soft hair with his hand. He knew that this little junior sister was young and didn't understand many things.
Although the monks in the world of cultivation have long lifespans, they spend most of their time cultivating and have not experienced many things.
Even a girl of Junior Sister's age is just a young girl who has just come of age in the mortal world.
Until now, she has never left the sect to train alone, let alone experienced those complicated life-and-death duels. Normally, she would follow her fellow brothers even when entering a secret realm, and she has never experienced any real life-and-death disasters.
It was precisely because she had so little experience that she was so careless about her own life.
But fortunately, he is much older than her, so he can slowly teach her these things and principles in the future.
Now, Feng Jixue could only patiently soothe her emotions.
"Yan Yan, if you really care about me and like me, you should trust me even more. Believe that even if I lose, I will lose with dignity, instead of hiding behind a woman to seek protection, and finally relying on your pain to save my life."
"How can a Feng Jixue like this be worthy of being your senior brother? How can he be able to guard and protect you in the future? You think too much of me. I won't die even if I'm injured. But you are different. Your cultivation is still too low. That palm will really take your life. Yanyan, you better behave yourself in the future and never do such stupid things again, okay?"
Feng Jixue is even thinking that after freeing her from the love snake, he can take her away from the sect and take her to various places in the cultivation world to gain experience, to help her break through the realm and consolidate her cultivation.
After hearing this, Nan Yan's anger finally dissipated, and she reached out and grabbed the collar of her senior brother's shirt.
Then he nodded and said in a muffled voice, "I know I was wrong, but I won't dare to do it again in the future, okay? At least give me some face and don't scold me in front of so many people..."
Hearing this, the eldest senior brother felt extremely helpless. He was angry but also wanted to laugh, and there was also a pain in his heart that he could not ignore.
His brows relaxed slightly, he let out a breath, and rubbed the little sister's head vigorously with his palm. He was afraid of hurting her, so he whispered after a while, "You've been crying so hard, and you're still so proud? Come on, I'll take you home to heal your wounds first.
After Feng Jixue finished speaking, he picked up the person and ignored any noise or other people behind him. He returned to his own courtyard steadily holding the person in his arms.
Nan Yan now lay obediently in her senior brother's arms, with her head resting on his shoulder and her fingers tugging at his collar. She didn't know what she was thinking of, but she subconsciously raised her eyes and glanced at Jing Wuyan who had been silent behind her.
His hands hung at his sides, and the expression on his face only became gloomy and embarrassed when Feng Jixue first pushed him away.
After that, he just stared at the two of them quietly.
Perhaps he knew that he had no right to go forward now, and he could not ignore that person's feelings and snatch her back from his lover's arms.
Jing Wuyan just watched and listened to the conversation between the two. His hands clenched tightly in his sleeves without him knowing when, and he kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking about.
When Nan Yan looked over.
The other party seemed to notice it, and raised his eyes slightly, with a deep look in his eyes, and just looked at her deeply.
Nan Yan was filled with resentment, and seeing that he dared to stare at her intently, she glared at him hatefully, then turned away angrily, treating him as an enemy.
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On the other side, Nan Yan was carried directly to the senior brother's courtyard. Feng Jixue put the person in her arms on the bed and sat down. She looked at the blood stains on the little junior sister's face. Just clean things up.
But Feng Jixue suddenly had a soft thought in his heart, and he wanted to clean her up with his own hands.
So Nan Yan watched her eldest senior brother busying around, and then he brought a basin of warm water over, soaked a handkerchief with it, wrung it out, and carefully cleaned the stains on her face.
Nan Yan was a little uncomfortable with the sudden gentleness, thoughtfulness and understanding of her senior brother. Perhaps it was because her senior brother was a reserved and old-fashioned person, and even if he liked that girl, he was not willing to express his emotions.
Now that she was injured, he became much more considerate.
Nan Yan was still wondering whether to take advantage of the opportunity.
After her eldest senior brother cleaned the blood off her face, he felt slightly relieved to see that her complexion had finally recovered a little.
Seeing her skin as smooth as snow, soft emotions welled up in his heart. He was slightly impulsive and couldn't help but go over and kiss her. His movements were gentle and a little tender.
Then he held her in his arms and whispered, "Yanyan, let's make a bond."
Before Nan Yan could react, she heard him say:
"Your cultivation is too low. After we form a bond, I will practice with you and help you break through the foundation-building stage as soon as possible. Then I will take you out of the sect and go down the mountain to experience the human world, okay?"
The senior brother held her hand tightly.
His face flushed slightly when he said this, but his expression was serious and even his tone was very earnest.
He really wanted to help her improve her cultivation, not just think about separation.
Nan Yan was even more stunned when she heard this. After a long while, she reacted and reached out to pat her senior brother on the back, signaling him to let go quickly.
The senior brother understood what I meant and let go of my hand with a little reluctance.
Nan Yan's eyes were shining slightly. She raised her eyes and met the dark eyes of the eldest senior brother. The corners of her mouth curved, and then quickly straightened, as if she was happy in her heart but wanted to pretend to be calm. Then she grabbed his clothes and asked, pretending to be unhappy:
"Is it because I was hurt for you today that you feel guilty, so you want to compensate me like this?"
Feng Jixue held her soft fingers, and found her expression a little funny. Then he shook his head and said, "No, I have had this idea for a long time, but I am worried that you are too young. When you grow up and meet more good men, you will regret being with me."
And he had never been sure whether his feelings for her were caused by a lovesickness. But now, even if it was caused by a lovesickness, it didn't matter.
Because he found that he had been trapped in a misunderstanding all along, that is, after releasing the love pig, he was worried that his junior sister would be sad, but he was not an irresponsible person, and releasing the pig did not mean that he would leave her.
Even after the love pig is freed, he will still take care of her and love her as the most favored junior sister in the sect, and nothing will change because of the love pig.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yan immediately held his hand and glared at him, obviously unhappy, "Who regrets it? I like you so much, and I must have you in my life. As long as you don't annoy and bully me for no reason like you did some time ago, I will definitely not leave you."
After the younger sister said this, she suddenly threw herself into the arms of her senior brother, then hugged him and leaned back. They both fell on the bed at the same time. The older senior brother supported himself to avoid pressing her.
Although he already knew about his junior sister's feelings for him, he couldn't help but let out a smile when he heard her answer without hesitation.
Nan Yan saw him laughing and couldn't help teasing him, "Brother, how do you practice dual cultivation? When did you learn this kind of cultivation method? How come I don't know it?"
How could the senior brother not know her little thoughts? His face was slightly red, and his voice was also a little annoyed, "Yan Yan, the most important thing for a person is the heart. Dual cultivation improves cultivation. Appearance is not important to a cultivator, and sexual pleasure is secondary. If your heart cannot be improved and strengthened, no matter how much you pay attention to these external things, it will be in vain in the future..."
The words sound nice, but if his body was a little more obedient, Nan Yan might trust him more.
So Nan Yan blinked her eyes and exposed him mercilessly, "But Senior Brother, your body doesn't seem to say that."
The eldest senior brother was so shameless that he said calmly, "My heart is not yet fully cultivated, so it is normal for this to happen. Maybe there will be even more extreme things in the future..."
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