Nangong Xier suddenly started coughing violently at this time. Mo Bai turned his head and asked, "Junior sister, are you injured?"
Nangong Xier shook her head: "It's a long story."
Su Baiyi hurriedly asked: "Senior Brother Mo Bai, do you have any medicinal herbs that can stabilize the true qi?"
Mo Bai thought for a moment and said, "Yes, yes, there should be Chunsheng Bailu Pills in the pharmacy. I'll have someone get them right away."
Su Baiyi nodded: "Thank you very much. Also, have any other academy disciples come here recently?"
Mo Bai shook his head: "No, you have been here only once in all these years. The most recent time was when we came to pick up the young master of Tian Xiaoyun Realm to go to the academy, and a few of my fellow apprentices came."
"Yes, it's Feng Zuojun! It seems that he and Senior Brother Xie have never been here." Su Baiyi nodded and looked at Nangong Xier, "Senior Sister, why don't you go back to your room and recuperate first, while Senior Brother Mo Bai and I go out to investigate?"
Nangong Xier nodded: "That's troublesome."
Mo Bai said to the waitress standing next to him, "Take Junior Sister Nangong to the guest room to rest first, and then go to the pharmacy to get some Chunsheng Bailu Pills to bring back."
Nangong Xier stood up and left with the maid. Her true energy had never recovered, and the forced use of the sword that day had only added insult to injury. She held on all the way, but when she entered the Mo Ran Villa, she could no longer hold on.
"Do you like your senior sister?" Jimo Huaxue suddenly asked.
Su Baiyi blushed and waved her hands repeatedly: "Second sister-in-law, don't joke, don't joke, she is my senior sister."
"So what, senior sister? I have even seen disciples marry their masters." Jimo Huaxue said with a smile.
Su Baiyi's face turned even redder: "Second sister-in-law, stop making trouble."
"If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you being so hesitant?" Jimo Huaxue walked over to Mo Bai and said, "Junior Brother Mo, please take someone to find out if there are any disciples from the academy passing by recently. Arrange a separate courtyard for them. I have something to discuss with Junior Brother Su."
"I understand." Mo Bai nodded repeatedly.
The backyard of Mo Ran Villa.
Su Baiyi stood there respectfully holding a sword, while Jimo Huaxue sat on a stone bench, drinking tea leisurely.
"I told you before that the reason your master didn't teach you swordsmanship was because he didn't know how to teach." Jimo Huaxue said slowly.
Su Baiyi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the swordsman was going to talk about love or not, like or not, so he nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, sister-in-law, what kind of swordsmanship are you going to teach me? Is it the kind of swordsmanship that you taught me before?"
"That's not really swordsmanship, it's just something I do effortlessly. Before we start practicing swordsmanship, I have a few questions for you." Jimo Huaxue asked.
Su Baiyi bowed his head and said, "It's okay to ask."
"Why are you so eager to practice sword?" Jimo Huaxue asked, "You have followed your master for more than ten years. Although Brother Xie's swordsmanship is average, there are not many people better than him in the martial arts world. Weren't you in a hurry at that time?"
"At that time, I was in Xinghua Village every day, just reading books, writing, and drinking Xinghua wine. I felt that practicing swordsmanship seemed to be of no use. Xinghua wine would not be sweeter, and there was still not enough money..." Su Baiyi scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.
"Then why do you want to practice sword now?" Jimo Huaxue asked again.
Su Baiyi suddenly knelt on one knee, clasped his fists towards Jimo Huaxue and said solemnly: "Master is now trapped in Weilong Mountain. Su Baiyi, I don't ask my second sister-in-law to help me rescue Master down the mountain. I only ask that I can master the swordsmanship as soon as possible and rescue Master down the mountain!"
"You want to save your master." Jimo Huaxue smiled.
Su Baiyi nodded: "I do. Master asked me to go up the mountain to discuss this matter with the Confucian Sage, but the Confucian Sage was not there. I wanted to wait there, but was abducted by my senior sister and taken down the mountain. Now that I think about it, instead of sitting and waiting for the Confucian Sage to help, it would be better to improve my swordsmanship, so that I can be more confident in saving Master in the future."
"Do you care about your master a lot?" Jimo Huaxue said quietly.
"Master, you are my only relative in this world." Su Baiyi said in a deep voice.
"Get up." Jimo Huaxue walked over and helped Su Baiyi up who was kneeling there. "Don't worry. You will have more relatives in the future, such as your senior sister..."
"Second sister-in-law, you are joking again." Su Baiyi, who had just been reminded of some sadness by the Jimo flowers and snow, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Jimo Huaxue smiled and said, "I'm not kidding. I mean, you treat your master as a relative, and your senior sister is your master's daughter, so you two are not relatives, are you?"
Su Baiyi said helplessly: "Does the Sword Immortal like to play tricks on people so much?"
"Of course." Jimo Huaxue turned around, and the long sword at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath. It turned in the air and stabbed towards Su Baiyi. Su Baiyi staggered and fell to the ground, and the long sword stopped at the center of Su Baiyi's eyebrows.
"Like playing a prank like this."
Su Baiyi exclaimed: "Second sister-in-law, why can you control the sword without waving your hands?"
"Because others are swordsmen, and I am a sword immortal." Jimo Huaxue raised his eyebrows.
"Second sister-in-law, are you showing off?" Su Baiyi gently moved the sword away with his fingers, but every time he moved it one inch, the sword moved back one inch. After repeating this several times, he finally gave up.
"Hold this sword." Jimo Huaxue suddenly said.
Su Baiyi was stunned for a moment, then walked around the sword and stretched out his right hand to hold it: "What is the name of this sword of yours, Senior Sister?"
"Nameless." Jimo Huaxue said lightly.
"Wuming?" Su Baiyi asked in confusion.
"A sword is just a sword, why should it be named? You have become a sword immortal, why do you still worry about whether your sword is a famous sword?" Jimo Huaxue said with some disdain, "Put the sword in the ground, then press the hilt down, turn it clockwise three times, then turn it counterclockwise three times, and then lift the hilt up."
Su Baiyi followed Jimo Huaxue's instructions step by step. Finally, he suddenly lifted up, but found that there was only an empty hilt in his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a "clang". "It's broken, it's broken, it's broken! I broke the sword of the sword fairy."
"Su Baiyi!" Jimo Huaxue suddenly said in a harsh voice.
Su Baiyi's body stiffened: "I... I was wrong."
"I'll ask you one last time. Why do you practice sword?" Jimo Huaxue said word by word.
"To save my master." Su Baiyi looked at the sword in his hand nervously.
"Can your ambition in learning sword be a little bigger? If your senior sister loses all her power in the future and someone wants to kill her, will you protect her?" Jimo Huaxue shook her head.
"Of course I saved him!"
"What if my sword immortal cultivation is wasted and I am hunted down by others?"
"Of course I will take up my sword and fight that man to the death!"
"Answer me again." Jimo Huaxue took a breath, "Why do you practice sword?"
"Protect, protect all the people I care about." Su Baiyi suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. At this moment, Jimo Huaxue was no longer his second sister-in-law, but a genuine sword immortal. The whole backyard was filled with sword energy, which made it difficult for him to even stand up straight. He didn't know why Jimo Huaxue suddenly became so serious.
But after hearing this answer, Jimo Huaxue kept shaking her head: "Too small, too small, can your ambition be bigger!"
"How big should it be..." Su Baiyi's voice was a little tearful.
"For example, upholding justice in the world?" Jimo Huaxue looked up at the sky.
Su Baiyi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "So cliché?"
"Yes, such a cliché slogan is like the lines in those timeless novels and storybooks, full of justice but empty. But do you know why people like to laugh at such slogans and laugh at those who say these words?" Jimo Huaxue stepped lightly and stood in front of Su Baiyi. The two looked at each other, only a few inches apart.
Su Baiyi blushed and murmured in his heart: Too close, too close.
Jimo Huaxue took a step back and raised her hand slightly, and Su Baiyi's hand holding the hilt of the sword also raised up involuntarily.
"They laugh at me because they can't do it themselves." Jimo Huaxue turned around, her red dress fluttering in the wind. "To uphold justice in the world, this ambition is indeed too big for you now, but I hope that one day when you are able to shoulder this ambition, you will not forget it. Because this was the ambition of Grand Palace Master Su Han. Now, turn the hilt upside down, and the thing inside is the swordsmanship I am going to teach you."
"This... this is." Su Baiyi looked at the thing in the hilt in surprise.