"You don't know?" Liu Luoyin was stunned.
"Her name is Wen Yun."
Wen Yun...
Xie Mi'an chewed the two words over and over again between his lips and tongue. He frowned slightly, feeling that he had heard this name before, but couldn't remember it.
Liu Luoyin lowered her eyes: "You should have heard of this name. Recently many people in the sect said that she is much better than me..."
"That's not true." Xie Mi'an immediately said kindly to comfort her: "It's just that they are jealous of you and took the opportunity to attack you."
As he said this, his mind was distracted by the figure he had just seen.
The waist, which was tightened by the belt and could be held in one hand, was as slender as a willow in the wind. She really looked like the dead Xie Jiu.
Xie Jiu, that's her code name.
The children adopted by the Xie family did not have names and were only arranged according to age. She was the youngest and the ninth.
That group of extremely talented children were carefully selected from millions of people. They practiced hard day after day in the darkroom of the Xie family. They didn't know why, but they only knew that it was the Xie family who saved them so they had to listen to them.
The direct descendants of the Xie family would come here every month and let this group of nameless children practice with them. Everyone else knew to quietly give in to these young masters, but Xiaojiu didn't, so she got beaten a lot.
The first day Xie Mi'an arrived at the darkroom was the Waking of Insects.
In the spring, he was wrapped in a thick mink cloak, his delicate face like jade was pale and dull. The door behind him opened, bringing in the warm sunlight.
He is the young master of the Xie family, but he can't even hold a sword steadily. Some medical practitioners even said that he would not live past twenty.
He held a light and soft sword in his hand, and the group of lone wolf-like children became servile dogs in front of the sword, pretending to be unable to defeat him in order to cheer him up.
Xie Mi'an was young and smart, and he could see through this childish trick clearly.
He obviously wanted to practice sword skills well, but these people looked down on him and just treated him as a stupid waste.
At that time, he could not hide his emotions, and in anger he stabbed the half-grown boy with a sword in the chest with a flattering smile.
The next moment, a sharp sword knocked the sword out of his hand and stabbed straight into the snow-white sable fur on his neck.
The girl in the black T-shirt was barefoot and looked at him with cold eyes.
“Young Master, our lives are also lives.”
Later, the girl named Ajiu was whipped twenty times, and her rough clothes were torn to pieces, revealing her snow-white slender waist.
The girl stiffened her neck and looked at Xie Mi'an, her eyes as cold and arrogant as her sword.
Later, he became weaker and weaker, and could not even hold the sword, but he often went to see the girl secretly.
She has established a foundation.
She will use sword energy.
She has formed a dan...
"... Wen Yun's swordsmanship is indeed amazing. I think it's hard to find anyone stronger than her in this generation." Liu Luoyin was still thinking about Wen Yun.
Xie Mi'an was dazed for a moment, and blurted out: "Wen Yun is definitely not as good as her!"
"Junior brother?" Liu Luoyin was stunned. Junior brother Xie was always gentle, modest and elegant, and he rarely spoke to her in this tone.
Xie Mi'an pursed his lips, gradually regaining his senses, but inexplicably wanted to protect the girl.
He said with absolute certainty: "My Xie Jiuruo is still alive, and no one can defeat her in swordsmanship!"
"Yes." Liu Luoyin was also unhappy with Xie Mi'an's reaction. She said in a contemptuous tone: "It's a pity that she died!"
It's a pity that she died.
Xie Mi'an's chest twitched violently. He closed his eyes tightly in pain and said in a trembling voice, "Mi'an is not feeling well and I am afraid that I cannot entertain you well. I will not keep you any longer, Senior Sister."
Liu Luoyin's face turned pale and she slammed the door and left in embarrassment and annoyance.
What exactly is the relationship between that guy named Xie Jiu and Junior Brother Xie that made him lose his temper with me!
The atmosphere on the Xie family's cloud boat was gloomy, but on the other cloud boat that they left behind, everyone was having fun.
The long journey was extremely boring, and this group of young sword practitioners were all restless and soon found new fun.
They began to fly their swords in the clouds to compete to see who could fly faster. Only Wen Yun was left on the cloud boat, yawning lazily and feeling drowsy.
At this moment, the cedar wood wand was handed to her.
Wen Yun was startled and immediately came to his senses, subconsciously wanting to run into the house.
However, Ye Shubai was quicker than her and grabbed her wrist: "You didn't practice sword yesterday, you have to make up for it today."
Wen Yun: "I suddenly feel a little seasick."
Ye Shubai: "You were very happy when you were drinking and eating with them yesterday. You didn't look like you were seasick."
His tone was extremely calm, but Wen Yun felt something was wrong no matter how he listened to it. Why did it sound like a young wife complaining
By the way, she was having fun and chatting with her senior brothers and sisters yesterday, and didn’t even go back to her room to water him... So he was jealous.
Alas, he is jealous now because he is the only one. If I own a hundred high-level magic wands and create a hundred and one sword spirits in the future, won’t he be jealous to death
But as I said before, she is always very doting on her own people.
Wen Yun said seriously: "Don't get me wrong, they and I are just drinking buddies, and you and I are the ones who will stay together forever."
Ye Shubai looked normal, but slightly averted his gaze: "No misunderstanding, get up and practice swordplay."
Wen Yun, who was sitting limply in the corner of the cloud boat, had no choice but to get up and start to be a sword cultivator honestly.
Wen Yun never thought that he would become a melee mage, let alone a magic swordsman.
After all, whether it is using a magic wand to perform a set of sword moves or using a sword to release a fireball, it is beyond ordinary people's cognition.
She suddenly missed the fierce and stupid dragon spirit in her previous life. At least it didn't force her to practice both magic and martial arts.
In fact, the original body's swordsmanship was at the top of the world among his peers, but in the eyes of Ye Shubai, the ancestor of swordsmanship, it was just garbage.
He could find a hundred mistakes with just a casual glance, truly a nitpicking expert among sword practitioners.
Wen Yun was captured by his own sword spirit and practiced sword-fighting honestly on the cloud boat. When his senior brothers who flew back on their swords saw this scene, they felt a sense of respect in their hearts.
"God rewards hard work, that's how it is. You are worthy of being Junior Sister Wen!"
"The realm of sword cultivation does not lie in cultivation, but in the love and understanding of swordsmanship. I am far behind Junior Sister Wen!"
Wen Yun didn't know that her sword practice here had aroused the shame and desire to strive among these sword-fighting geniuses.
After practicing swordplay, she just wanted to lie on the bed and pretend to be dead.
"You know, what I used to do most was to stay in the wizard tower and study magic. A hundred steps a day was considered a lot."
Wen Yun was filled with resentment: "Our characteristics are that our spirits are strong but our bodies are weak. Now, you want me to become stronger physically as well?"
"Yes." Ye Shubai nodded and said seriously: "No matter what kind of cultivation path you take, there should be no shortcomings."
Wen Yun turned over and said: "As an excellent sword spirit, you should not have any shortcomings."
She was forced to practice both magic and martial arts. Fine, then her sword spirit shouldn't be biased towards one subject!
Wen Yun said seriously: "So tomorrow morning's sword practice is cancelled. Tonight we will test your perception of magic. My last spirit was a full range of magic."
You're kidding, that dragon can only breathe fire.
But this did not affect Wen Yun's persuasion of the new spirit: "The strength of the spirit affects the level of the weapon. You should learn from your predecessors."
This was indeed true. The dragon had a strong sensitivity to the fire element, so every time she cast fire magic with the dragon bone staff it was exceptionally powerful.
Ye Shubai looked at her silently and actually agreed.
"good."
He is indeed a very ambitious sword spirit who attempts to practice both magic and martial arts!
That night, Wen Yun set up a magic test array in the room.
Although he doesn't have the Philosopher's Stone, Wen Yun is very capable.
She collected the discarded spiritual stones of her fellow practitioners, poured various magical elements into them, and forcibly made several pieces of magic... jade.
She grabbed Ye Shubai's hand and pressed it on one of the magic jades: "Try to concentrate and sense the elements inside. If you can sense it, it means you have a talent for this type of magic..."
There were sword calluses on her hands, which caused a tingling sensation on the back of his hands, and also caused ripples in his heart, which had been as calm as dead water.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl beside him. It was night, and her black hair was casually draped around her waist. She pursed her lips and looked extremely focused. She didn't even notice that her body was almost nestled in his arms.
Thus, the hair and the sparse white leaves were scattered on his white sleeves, blending together and almost indistinguishable.
He was a little distracted.
Over there, Wen Yun had already guided Ye Shubai to complete the testing of seven pieces of magic jade.
Different from the five elements in the world of cultivation, the magic world is divided into seven categories of magic: wind, fire, water, earth, thunder, light, and darkness.
Unfortunately, Ye Shubai failed to cause any reaction from magical elements.
Wen Yun felt a little regretful, but he still comforted him gently: "After all, you are a sword spirit. We don't force you to change your job to a magic swordsman. It's okay."
Ye Shubai hummed, showing no sign of disappointment, and then casually picked up the jade in front of him.
There was a pure power in it that he felt familiar with, the same as the one in Wen Yun, which made him feel very close to it.
He held the jade and closed his eyes slightly.
Gradually, a faint light appeared from between his fingers, carrying a pure and warm breath.
Wen Yun, who was preparing some words of comfort, looked up in surprise: "Light system!"
This is a rare talent. Anyone who shows a talent for light magic can almost become a bishop in the Church of Light.
Of course, Wen Yun was an exception. They disliked her black hair and black eyes and said she was a fallen magician.
Superficial thing about judging people by their appearance!
Wen Yun, who had seen big scenes, quickly regained his composure. Thinking about how she had cast light magic on the poinciana tree every few days, it was not surprising that he could sense the light element.
Wen Yun was very satisfied with this. He thought that when the Delonix regia tree grew up in the future and the sword spirit had a talent for light, with the double blessing he might be able to cast a forbidden light spell.
She enthusiastically wrote a few elementary light spells, still in the messy and irregular dragon language.
"You should memorize these spells carefully so that you can cooperate with me when I cast them in the future."
Ye Shubai opened his lips slightly and wanted to say something to her.
However, Wen Yun was quicker. She slapped the paper full of spells into his hands and said coldly, "Memorize it within three days. If you can't recite it, I won't water you."
With these things to distract him, she could probably finally have a good rest for a month or two.
Wen Yun yawned and looked at the slightly brighter sky, feeling contented.
The magician's underworld routine can finally be carried out normally, so now she can go to sleep -
"Bang, bang, bang!" There was a sudden burst of rapid knocks on the door, accompanied by the energetic voices of several sword cultivators.
"Junior Sister Wen, let's get up early and practice sword skills with you today!"
"Junior Sister Wen, you inspired me. I want to follow in your footsteps!"
Wen Yun: "..."