Wen Hemian, the general star, one of the six elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, was a kendo genius who shook the world with his sword.
It's a pity that he was seriously injured in the battle of the immortals and demons. Since then, he has retreated to Qingxu Valley to not ask about world affairs, and has been with Yamano Qinyin all day long.
There are even more rumors that he is cold-hearted and alienated like a flower on a high mountain.
At this time, most of the mountain fog was blown away by the sound of the piano, and through the misty white smoke like a veil, the figure of a man not far away quietly emerged.
The long hair is not tied, fluttering gently in the light wind, like a black waterfall pouring down, passing over the white and slender side neck and the spotless white clothes.
He was sitting under another ancient tree opposite Ning Ning. The dark brown roots were intertwined, hiding the verdant emerald color, casting a heavy shadow over the youth.
Sunlight leaked in from the gaps in the leaves, moistening his glazed black eyes, delicate eyebrows, and high nose bridge. His thin lips were bloodless, like a thin, pale piece of paper.
The sun was overflowing, and even the cold white skin was faintly radiant. The white mist wrapped around the black hair, and the breeze lifted the corner of the white clothes, as if a god had come to the world.
If others saw this scene, they would definitely be amazed by this immortal appearance, but Ning Ning let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart.
What is more irritating than being seen to die.
It was that person who let you fend for themselves and occasionally looked up at you, with a look of relief in his eyes. It is estimated that he might laugh out loud at any time.
Elder Jiang Xing has been professionally trained and will not laugh easily—
Unless you really can't stand it.
Is it so funny? ah? Wasn't she the one who shot herself in the foot
Fool! bad guy! Cheapskate! Don't help, don't help, she is still a hero after a stick of incense!
This was the most vicious curse word in Ning Ning's head.
Obviously in the original text, Wen Hemian is not such a black heart.
Pei Ji was born to be completely black, the senior brother is a black lotus that cannot be played with, only he and the little white dragon Lin Xun have maintained a pure Taoism from beginning to end, and they are completely decent characters.
- Lin Xun is the stupid son of the landlord's family, while Wen Hemian is the real Taoist who lives forever and is awe-inspiring.
He was smooth sailing in his youth, and he never experienced too much evil in human nature. Later, he became famous. Although he developed a temperament of indifference and indifference to others, his heart was clear as a mirror.
Disdain to bully the younger generation, unwilling to cling to a high position, and always walk alone, even if the original owner is repeatedly provoked and insulted, he still chooses to be indifferent and disdain for revenge.
Why is it like this now
She was so numb from the pain that she simply stood there with a blank face, letting the cold wind pat her face indiscriminately. After an unknown amount of time, the numbness that spread all over the body finally gradually subsided.
Ning Ning gritted her teeth and tried to move her right leg.
At this moment, the coagulated blood pumped violently, scurrying around like a spasm, and a numb electric current spread from the soles of her feet to her knees. Before her strength was fully recovered, her feet were unstable and she immediately fell to the ground.
The sound of playing the piano suddenly stopped, Wen Hemian frowned wordlessly—
It seemed that she was so sad and anxious that she fainted from crying. What kind of experience can make a compassionate girl so sad
Although he doesn't like outsiders, but it is rare to find a bosom friend today, he approached Ning Ning without thinking too much, leaned over and stretched out his hand to her: "Fellow Daoist?"
Qingling's voice is like the snow and ice of distant mountains, without the slightest emotion.
Ning Ning raised his head from the grass that exuded the fragrance of green grassland, and saw the hand that was close to him at first glance.
The fingers are slender and as white as jade, with the thin calluses that any sword cultivator would have, but they are still very good-looking.
Although Wen Hemian's sea of consciousness was destroyed, the incomparably rich heritage in his body did not disappear. The scent of fascinated flowers didn't work for him, and he naturally wouldn't realize that the little white flowers around him were actually a powerful poison.
At this time, pretend to be a good person.
Ning Ning murmured inwardly, and responded with a backbone: "I'll do it myself."
She lost her strength, and her voice was like the chirping of mosquitoes. Although he used an unrelenting and somewhat angry tone, under this thin voice, every word voluntarily softened into a soft sound.
With the blush on the cheeks and the little tears in the eyes that I didn't have time to wipe—
Wen Hemian knew it in his heart, it seemed that this little disciple was introverted and shy, and was ashamed to have more contact with this strange man, so he blushed and refused warmly.
It was because he had not been in contact with others for a long time, which was too abrupt.
It is estimated that there is still some residual toxin in the body, Ning Ning took a lot of effort to finally get up from the ground in order to maintain her meeting with this vicious female partner.
However, before she had time to stand firm, the moment her legs were stretched, a very familiar electric current came from the soles of her feet, which made her gasp, and she fell to the side again.
This time she finally didn't fall to the ground.
A big, well-jointed hand grabbed the girl's arm, stopping her from falling forward. The faint aroma of sandalwood lingered on the tip of the nose, and Ning Ning heard the cold and clear voice of the young man.
"Fellow Daoist's standing is unstable, it should be a sudden fire attacking the heart, hurting the limbs and meridians, and must not move at will."
He paused, coughed a few times, and a sickly pale pink color floated on his pale cheeks: "Otherwise, the meridians will be broken, and the limbs may be seriously injured."
What kind of urgent fire attacking the heart, what kind of meridians were cut off, Ning Ning was stunned by him for a while, and almost thought he had blood mold.
But when I thought about it, I felt something was wrong.
She is a cultivator, can she really collapse into that appearance when she smells poisonous flowers and gets punished? Then she shouldn't be a sword cultivator, and it's almost the same as acting in the Barbie Princess movie.
Ning Ning was dubious, carrying a thumping heart, carefully moving his toes. The cold body temperature gradually warmed up, and with the injection of spiritual energy, the uncomfortable electric current finally dissipated.
hateful.
Really just numb.
Also, the meridians were broken and the fire attacked the heart. After standing motionless for so long, you would be numb when you stomped. She was almost crippled by this abducted magic stick, stinky swordsman!
"As expected of Elder Jiang Xing."
Ning Ning believed that the other party was teasing her, so she used the strengths of a vicious female supporter, and sarcastically said: "This insight is truly unparalleled in the world."
Wen Hemian paused.
Immediately afterwards, a faint reddish tinge appeared on the pinna of the ear, and he pursed his lips restrained, and replied in a low voice, "Wen a junkie... not worthy of such praise."
Ning Ning:…
Wen Hemian, what are you doing, Wen Hemian! It's so obvious irony that you still can't see it? You're getting mad!
The peerless and unparalleled elder Jiang Xing lowered his eyes slightly, and said coldly with a slight hesitation: "I saw the little Taoist friend cry when he heard Qin, but I don't know the reason. Although the ability is meager, I may be able to help a little. "
Ning Ning slowly put out a question mark again.
I don't know if the man in front of her is not right, or if she herself is not normal. When she is with him, she is about to become an emotionless question mark machine.
Has this guy won an Oscar in his last life? Mingming saw her crying and playing the piano so happily at the time, but now she shamelessly pretended to be a good person and asked her why she was crying? Could he really not know—
and many more.
Maybe Wen Hemian really didn't know why she was crying.
There was fog in the valley, and the two of them were separated by a certain distance. The stones were covered with weeds, and it was difficult for others to find them. At first, when she spoke, she could only use her lips. It is reasonable to not understand.
Coupled with what he just said "wenqin weeps"...
The feelings of self-loathing and disappointment in Wen Hemian's piano sound are deeply hidden, and when others hear it, they will only feel leisurely and relaxed.
This person wouldn't think that she heard a deeper meaning and was moved to cry by the sound of the piano.
This, this, this, how can this work! In this way, wouldn't the two of them be drinking less than a thousand cups of confidants, and the hibiscus tent would warm the spring and evening—
Pooh!
All in all, listening to the meaning of the song and crying with empathy is definitely not a plot that a vicious female supporting actor should have.
The system in his head sent the instruction of [Please complete the task as soon as possible], Ning Ning shook his heart and broke away from Wen Hemian's palm: "I'm not sad because of the song you played, I, I hate this kind of miserable music the most. , I don't want to hear it in the future!"
She said, gritted her teeth, picked up the stone that was kicked aside, and smashed it hard at the guqin like in the original book.
"I don't like it, and you are not allowed to play again in the future!"
Because he was not used to speaking harshly to others, Ning Ning's face seemed to be on fire, and he almost exhausted all his courage before finally saying the words in the original book in one breath: "Dangtang Jianxian is willing to hide here and become a A useless and useless person. I think you can only be in the company of this broken piano for the rest of your life!"
Ah, kill her.
It's too much to say.
Ning Ning took a deep breath. Obviously these words were not scolding her, but as the one who spoke, she almost cried out of guilt.
The broken string hums, and the golden nanmu is broken.
The harsh sound of the piano pierced through the silence of the valley like a sharp blade, and the birds were startled. The mist also seemed to have been cut open, and in the looming white smoke that kept gathering, Wen Hemian saw the little girl's flushed cheeks.
And the same red eyes.
It seemed like she was about to cry.
She... doesn't like this kind of poignant music.
I don't want to let him play anymore.
Since the cultivation base has been lost, all the elders in the sect have come to him, and all of them are hesitant to say anything. To comfort him, don't worry about it, just meditate and cultivate.
Only this little girl told him bluntly not to play such a sad song again.
Otherwise, he only deserves to be bound here, accompanied by a mournful piano sound.
She is so stupid.
Even if the piano is smashed, there is no way for him to come out.
He's... hopeless.
A cripple who has lost his cultivation base has no future to hope for.
Wen Hemian was not good at communicating with people, and he didn't know how to comfort the girl in front of him whose eyes were red because of him. He hesitated and was about to speak when he heard Ning Ning's hurried voice: "I'm leaving!"
While he was talking, he didn't forget to add a sentence: "I hate you, and I hate your songs. I cry because... because I was hit by a stone!"
She came suddenly and went quickly. The girl's figure is the lightest, but the fleeting effort disappears, leaving behind a gentle breeze.
The young man in white stood alone in front of the broken guqin, his long drooping eyelashes cast a shadow in his pupils, and a faint smile crossed his eyes.
Got stoned in the foot.
It's a shame she could come up with such a stupid excuse.
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Ning Ning couldn't sleep.
Ning Ning had trouble sleeping and eating.
Although Ning Ning knew that she was a vicious female supporting role and had been conscientiously doing tasks before, she had done it in a daze and did not cause any substantial harm to others.
But this time is different.
She actually said such excessive words to a poor person who was so depressed that she was about to die suddenly. Even in the original text, it was said that Wen Hemian became more inferior and gloomy after being satirized by the original owner.
He clearly asked her gently why she was crying for no reason and if she needed help; obviously that person was just a silly white sweet who couldn't even hear sarcasm.
And... she really likes the piano he plays.
It's too bad to end up saying something so outrageous.
Ning Ning, who had never quarreled since childhood, felt guilty, and after thinking about it, she decided to be a self-cultivation version of Uncle Lei Feng who did good deeds without leaving his name.
Wen Hemian lives alone in Qingxu Valley, and his relationship with other elders is not close, let alone any disciples willing to find him.
A person who has been alone for so long and has to endure gossips such as "crippled people" and "fallen geniuses" must be very sad, and it is inevitable to feel inferior.
She decided to pretend to be an unknown little disciple and secretly wrote a letter to encourage him.
In the Xuanxu Sword Sect, all communication symbols are used for information transmission. Just like letters in modern society, although they can be accurately delivered to the recipient, if the person who sends the letter does not sign, their identity will not be known.
In this way, she can pretend to be Elder Jiang Xing's little fan girl without any obstacles, and comfort Wen Hemian during the most difficult time for him.
She's such a clever little devil!
Ning Ning did what he said, immediately picked up a stack of communication symbols from the desk, and started writing carelessly. In order not to be discovered, the font was even tactfully changed.
Betting her pocket money for a year, this wave will not be discovered. The communication talisman, like wings, was instantly introduced to the door of Wen Hemian's mansion under the blessing of spiritual power.
The reclusive young man had not received any news for a long time, so he opened it full of doubts. After seeing the content clearly, his frost-like brows could not help but stretch out slightly.
It was written in cursive like a dog crawling on it:
[Hello, Elder Jiang Xing! I am a disciple of the New Beginning School, and I have always admired you very much. If I could read this letter, I would be very happy.
I heard that the elder was injured in the war. Now that he is in retreat, I don’t know how he is doing. I look forward to seeing you in person one day.
Please don't be sad, I and many other people have never forgotten you. Although the Huishuang Sword has not been sheathed for many years, the Star Sword Saint has always been kept in our hearts.
Although my strength is weak, even if it is for you, I will definitely practice hard, and look forward to finding a way to reshape the sea of consciousness one day.
Then take you out of the Qingxu Valley.
Please be patient until that day! I will work hard!
And, please don't care about my name, I will come to you when I fulfill my promise. ]
The words are immature, but they are full of pure sincerity.
The young man's pale knuckles were on the paper, and for some reason, a low, hoarse smile suddenly came out of his throat.
This communicator...
A person with a high level of cultivation can perceive the different spiritual energy in each person. The girl would never have imagined that even if he lost his cultivation, he would still be able to tell the difference.
The spiritual warmth on the communication talisman was gentle and gentle, but it carried a stern sword intent. Even if she said something obscure in the letter, Wen Hemian could still recognize the owner of the letter at a glance.
If it wasn't for the familiar aura he sensed, which eased the restrictions in the Clear Void Valley, this communication talisman would not have been able to get in from the very beginning.
He also said that he looked forward to seeing him in person one day.
It was well dressed.
Wen Hemian has never liked to be involved with others, but this time, for some unknown reason, he leaned down with a pen and wrote a reply letter using the communication symbol from her—
As long as the same spell is used, the letter can automatically go to the sender's residence.
[Thanks to the wrong love.
Today, a famous disciple broke into the Qingxu Valley, with a white dress and wavy hair, and a sword pendant with a pearl around his waist. Judging by the sword energy, he should be a cultivator of the Jindan period. I don't know who the little Taoist friend knows her name? ]
The other party was full of joy and thought that he had succeeded in keeping Wen Hemian in the dark, but he never thought that he had already followed his path.
She sent the letter again after a while, still in small print.
[That is Senior Sister Ning Ning under Elder Tian Xianzi, she is fierce! We are all so afraid of her! If she did something to upset you today, I apologize on her behalf.
Don't worry, she has always been in a bad temper.
Please, don't be sad! ! ! ]
The girl also said sorry to him crookedly, obviously she did nothing wrong.
The young man's dark pupils were like stars falling, and he quietly read the letter for a long time, his fingertips moved slightly, and he slowly wrote on the white paper very seriously.
It was the name.
He had a long-lost smile on the corner of his mouth, looked down at the handwriting on the paper, and read it out in his heart.
Ning Ning.