In his eyes, the small mountain of Xue Mingjiang was actually a "treasure" of waste, and put it in the storage bag, got up gracefully, and smiled at Nanxun, "It's getting late, the disciple will not disturb the master, the master should rest early. "
Then, Xue Ming calmly walked into the side door under Nan Xun's seemingly smiling expression that he really wanted to punch someone.
Walking forward, as if remembering something, he turned to look at her again, "Master, my disciple has developed a set of sword techniques these days, but it takes two people to use the sword together. The last move is a combination of two swords, which is extremely powerful, Master. Can you try it with your disciple tomorrow?"
Not interested in!
"It depends on your teacher's mood." Nan Xun threw out a sentence coldly, and then slammed the door shut.
The man was standing at the door, very close to the door. When the door hit, he didn't move, and he really took a bite... Ash.
Xue Ming stood still in the rushing dust, and casually squeezed a water tactic, and all the dust on his body was washed away.
With a wave of his hand, he placed a barrier in the cave, and then walked to the stone bed.
The man's eyes fell on the snow wolf skin that Nan Xun gave him, and he couldn't help but start stunned.
After a while, he inhaled the snow wolf skin into the palm of his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.
There was still her scent on it.
It was the fragrance from the inside, the smell of the soul, which belonged to her only, and only he could smell it.
When he remembered that she was like a silly sluggish fish, took the initiative to bite his bait, and ate so happily, he felt even more amused in his heart.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he laughed out loud, and then began to laugh out loud.
When he laughed happily, there was a flash of blood in the dark pupils for a moment, but it was fleeting.
He knew that Xun Xun was cute, but she always wore a mask in the past, and this cuteness was a bit fake. Now he tore off the mask from her face and asked her to show her true self in front of him. Only then did she realize that she was cuter than he imagined under the mask.
He fell in love with her naivety.
Xue Ming has never seen such a rude appearance, let alone the little eight who secretly glanced at him, but it is a pity that the spiritual power of the little eight was blocked by the enchantment, otherwise he would definitely be blocked at this time. This laughter scared ten pounds.
When Xue Ming finally calmed down, he closed his eyes gently, and looked at the inner door again, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was still tenderness in his eyes.
Speaking of this, after Nan Xun closed the inner door, he quickly clenched his hands, and hit the door with three runes, as if this way, the door could be regarded as non-existent.
Damn boy, when you are a little old, you will deceive your master. After a few decades or a hundred years, will it still be worth it
However, when Nan Xun lay back on the bed, Xue Ming's face flashed in his mind again, and he sighed again, worthy of being the world overlord in the future. He looks really good, and the more he looks, the better he looks.
When not laughing, it is the god of the Nine Heavens, and the one who laughs is Wenrun Qingjun Zhilan Yushu.
After sighing about the beauty of the little disciple, Nan Xun thought of a very serious question.
In the future, shouldn't Ah Ming also hook up with many women like the male protagonists in the cultivator stallion
In other words, he just gave him a meaningful look, and the best women in the world rushed towards him like moths
Nan Xun felt that it was necessary for her to educate her apprentices in this regard.
Although this is an ancient world of immortal cultivation, many men in the mortal world have three wives and four concubines. In this cultivation world, a male cultivator can also get along with several female cultivators. A cauldron that has been mined and replenished, the nature is bad...
But A Ming is her apprentice, and she must not do this kind of thing without recognizing her after she lifts her pants, it's too scum.
You can't provoke too many women, and it's not good if the peach blossoms are too strong.
Don't you see the three thousand beauties in the ancient emperor's harem, all of them looking forward to the emperor's Yulu, accidentally hoping to become an old woman, or accidentally becoming a femme fatale, stepping on other people's bones and drilling up, scratching their heads and posing for the emperor grace.
What is even more terrifying is that some beauties poisoned the emperor to death because of love and hatred.
Nan Xun didn't want his apprentice to become such a man, provoking so many beauties, could he bear it
Until his consciousness was chaotic, Nan Xun was still talking about this matter in his heart, trying to train his little apprentice into a kind of peerless and affectionate man who could not be found with a lantern, so as to benefit his future apprentice-in-law.
Nan Xun closed his eyes and opened them again, and the day was bright.
It's good to be a monk, and she won't feel tired. She lay down and practiced all night. Although this posture is much slower than the Qi Yun Dantian practice when meditating, it is more comfortable.
Nan Xun felt that he was a powerful cultivator who was at the peak of his out-of-body experience.
By the time she left the cave, Xue Ming was already dancing his sword in the morning.
She knew that the little apprentice danced the sword well, and every time she looked at it, it was a visual feast, but this time, Nan Xun couldn't help but wondered after watching it for a while.
This is not the swordsmanship she taught Ah Ming.
Nan Xun was a little surprised when he remembered what he said about the combination of two swords last night.
It's actually true, Ah Ming has developed a set of swordsmanship by himself!
The man in front of him was holding a long sword. The sword was cold and windy, and the waves were windy and frosty. The air covered the mountains and rivers, and the clouds and the sun were pierced.
But at this moment, Xue Ming glanced at her, the sword stance suddenly changed, it became soft and erratic, the sword tip wandered like a snake, coherent and flexible, flowing like clouds and water, and it also had a free and easy way.
It was masculine for men just now, but now it is tenderness for women.
It's not too soft, but a combination of rigidity and softness.
Nan Xun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he approached him and asked, "A Ming, was this sword technique created for me at the back?"
Xue Ming put away the long sword in his hand, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he looked at her with a smile on his lips, "It's a sword technique that I tailor-made for Master. Master can clearly see this last style, which is exactly the same as the last style I swung in front of me. The two sword qi overlapped up and down, and finally merged into one, the power should not be underestimated."
After a pause, he said, "Master, how about I teach you?"
Nan Xun laughed, "A-Ming, then you will underestimate your master, and you will never forget it, just watch you dance once."
After she finished speaking, she had summoned the afterimage sword and danced next to him. After dancing a few times, she raised her eyebrows at him distractedly, "Look, is it exactly the same as you just danced?"
Xue Ming said: "No, Master dances better than me."
After speaking, he joined in.
One of the two was cold and windy, and the other was flexible and free.
A zhilan jade tree, a alpine snow lotus.
Splitting, stabbing, pulling, hanging, sweeping, lowering waist, waving arm, turning sideways, the movements are exactly the same.
The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up and down by the sword energy, and then slowly floated down and fell on the two of them. The scene was extremely pleasing to the eye.
Finally, to the last style, the two swords are combined.
Nan Xun suddenly flew up, stepped on Xue Ming's head very rudely, and swung this last sword at the same time.
Hachi: …
What the hell! Nanxun, you really want to go to heaven! It's stepping on the shoulders! Not the head! Not the head!