Wen Yun stopped.
"What's wrong, Junior Sister Wen?"
She shook her head and smiled, "Nothing."
She just felt a murderous intent, although it was only for a moment, but she caught it because it was directed at her.
The surrounding cherry blossom trees were still quietly blooming and falling in the wind, and the people behind her were still arguing about who to bet on, as if no one was paying attention to her.
Wen Yun gripped the scabbard tightly in his hand and turned away as if nothing had happened.
Behind the cherry tree, Leng Yanyan complained quietly: "Cousin, why did you suddenly pull me so hard just now? Look, Yanyan's wrist is red."
Xie Mi'an leaned against a tree, his eyes fixed on the people from the Qingliu Sword Sect who were walking away. Only after he could no longer see that figure did he walk out from behind the tree as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Seeing that Xie Mi'an ignored her, Leng Yanyan coquettishly handed him her wrist and said, "Look, you hurt me."
"I lost my composure. I'll take you to find some blood-dissolving medicine." Xie Mi'an's expression had returned to being gentle, but his eyes were light and not focused on reality. He seemed to have lost his soul and couldn't take a single step.
Why did Xiaojiu appear in the Qingliu Sword Sect's team? And from the looks of it, she seemed quite familiar with his fellow disciples. Was she coming for him
Also, why didn't she die
Xie Mi'an was anxious, with all kinds of worries filling his heart.
Seeing that he looked absent-minded, Leng Yanyan curled her lips secretly, but still said softly: "I see that my cousin is in a bad mood. Is it because of Senior Sister Liu's matter?"
As soon as she arrived at Chuixue Island, she went straight to the Xie family's residence. She originally wanted to take the opportunity to get along well with Xie Mi'an, reminisce about childhood fun and cultivate feelings, but she never expected that there was also Liu Luoyin living in the courtyard!
The only thing Leng Yanyan was thankful for was that she noticed that Xie Mi'an and Liu Luoyin seemed to have a conflict. After so many days on Chuixue Island, the two of them hadn't even spoken to each other.
Seeing that Xie Mi'an did not deny it, she was delighted and said softly, "Senior Sister Liu has an extraordinary background. She must have always been sought after. Her temper may be a little arrogant and rude, but she should still be kind in her heart. Cousin, please don't be angry with her."
Xie Mi'an's mind was still in a mess. He nodded in a daze with a smile in response to Leng Yanyan's words. He slowly came back to his senses after hearing Liu Luoyin's name.
Yes, he can go to Liu Luoyin to ask about Xiaojiu!
"You're right. I should go find Senior Sister to apologize." Xie Mi'an's eyes slowly regained their luster: "Yan Yan, go find the medicine by yourself. I'll go find Senior Sister Luo Yin first."
After saying this, he walked back straight away, leaving Leng Yanyan, who could barely hold back her smile.
She gritted her teeth, called out "cousin" and finally trotted after him.
After they returned, they found Liu Luoyin packing her things slowly. Seeing Xie Mi'an coming, she turned away and said coldly, "I've been bothering Junior Brother Xie for many days. Junior brothers from the sect have already arrived last night. In that case, I will return to the Qingliu Sword Sect team."
Because she was defeated by Wen Yun before, she was afraid of being laughed at by her fellow disciples, so she had been following the Xie family. But now Xie Mi'an was angry with her because of Xie Jiu, and Liu Luoyin felt even more uncomfortable staying here.
When Leng Yanyan heard that Liu Luoyin was leaving, she was overjoyed, but she still maintained a gentle look on her face: "Sister Luoyin, don't be angry. It's all Yanyan's fault. I didn't persuade my cousin to apologize to you."
Liu Luoyin couldn't stand Leng Yanyan's appearance the most. He didn't even bother to look at her. He just stared at Xie Mi'an, waiting for his response.
This time, Xie Mi'an did not let her down. He bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Senior Sister Luo Yin, it was Mi'an who made a mistake that day. I hope you can forgive me."
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and held Liu Luoyin's hand, saying gently, "Don't leave."
Liu Luoyin's heart trembled, and she hastily withdrew her hand, avoiding his gaze: "You looked down on Wen Yun that day, and I was defeated by her. I think you look down on me now too."
Xie Mi'an immediately spoke up: "Senior sister is so talented, she must be someone who can beat you. Wen Yun must have some outstanding qualities, I shouldn't have denied her rashly."
He paused, then asked slowly, "I only heard from my senior sister that Junior Sister Wen is not very old, I wonder how old she is?"
Liu Luoyin felt much better after hearing his apology, so she answered, "Looks like fifteen or sixteen years old."
Hearing this answer, Xie Mi'an's heart sank.
It was indeed the same person. She had actually followed him to the Qingliu Sword Sect so early, so didn't that mean she knew everything about him being a genius in the sect
He tried to persuade Liu Luoyin a few more times in an anxious state and finally calmed her down. She no longer mentioned moving away.
But Liu Luoyin still planned to go and talk with his fellow disciples, and was ready to bring Xie Mi'an with him: "Junior Brother Xie, although you and I are fighting in the name of the Xie family in this sword discussion, we are also disciples of the Qingliu Sword Sect, so we should at least greet our fellow disciples."
She paused, and added angrily: "You might as well go and see for yourself whether Wen Yun from my Qingliu Sword Sect is really worse than your Xie Jiu."
Liu Luo was naturally arrogant. She knew that she was inferior to Wen Yun in swordsmanship. Although she was still unwilling to accept it, she did not want others to say that Wen Yun was inferior.
If Wen Yun's swordsmanship is no longer effective, then wouldn't she, his defeated opponent, be even more miserable
Xie Mi'an's eyelids trembled. Whenever he thought of meeting Wen Yun face to face, he felt frightened and uneasy.
He smiled and politely declined: "Senior Sister Luo Yin, my brother will soon arrive at Fubuki Island. I have to go outside the island to meet him. I need you to apologize to all the senior brothers for me."
Liu Luoyin had no choice but to go alone, but what she didn't know was that Xie Mi'an was quietly following her and arrived with her outside the Qingliu Sword Sect.
He carefully restrained his breath like a thief, hid behind a tree and watched the movement over there quietly.
Then, he could see clearly again the girl standing in the crowd.
After not seeing her for half a year, her features have grown a lot, but her temperament is still as clear and cool as the snow on the top of a lonely mountain, so beautiful that one cannot bear to desecrate it.
His gaze stayed on the girl, from her eyebrows to her eyes, and finally fell on her slender waist.
Yes, this is the girl he has been eyeing for many years.
He suddenly felt a mixture of emotions, joy and fear.
Wen Yun stood in the crowd as a silent background board, watching his senior brothers greet Liu Luoyin politely.
She was too lazy to argue with others unless they were being sarcastic.
So when Liu Luoyin's gaze fell on her, she even smiled kindly and friendly.
How dare she laugh at me!
Liu Luoyin suddenly felt embarrassed. He glared back, said goodbye hurriedly and left.
Wen Yun wondered: "Why did she look so fierce just now?"
Several sword cultivators smiled and said, "Perhaps Senior Sister Liu still remembers her defeat by you."
Although they were all direct disciples of Liu Luoyin, the First Peak had always been arrogant and looked down on other peaks, so they did not have a close relationship in private.
As for Shen Xinghai, he was promoted from the outer courtyard, and his master was just a minor elder of the First Peak, who had a very low status in the peak.
When Liu Luoyin came just now, he didn’t even remember that he was also a disciple of the First Peak!
After finding himself ignored, Shen Xinghai silently held his sword and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the poor young man!"
Zhu Erchong beside him was shocked: "Junior Brother Shen, where did you learn this sentence from? It is too much in line with the temperament of our sword cultivators!"
Bao Pilong also looked envious: "Teach me quickly, when people look down on me, I can only swear, I don't know how to say it in a cooler way."
Seeing that all the sword cultivators were staring at him eagerly, Shen Xinghai's face turned red, and the momentum he had just gathered disappeared. His tongue seemed to be tied, and he stammered as he taught them to recite the lines -
"I... my fate is determined by myself... not... not by God."
Zhu Erchong exclaimed loudly: "My fate is in my own hands, Junior Brother Shen, please continue!"
"Heaven... Heaven is unfair, so I went against it..."
Bao Pilong clapped his hands and praised: "This is absolutely amazing! Junior Brother Shen is really talented!"
It turns out that the seniors all appreciate these sentences!
With everyone's encouragement, Shen Xinghai's originally ashamed heart gradually calmed down, and he spoke fluently. He even helped this group of senior brothers correct their tone when speaking their lines.
For a moment, all kinds of heroic lines echoed throughout the courtyard.
Wen Yun, however, gazed outside the yard.
Ye Shubai, who was standing beside her, seemed to have noticed something and stated a fact calmly: "There is murderous intent."
Wen Yun held the scabbard and answered softly: "I know, someone wants to kill me again."
Having said that, she didn't look scared at all. Instead, she drew out the cedarwood wand from her scabbard and said loudly to the sword practitioners behind her: "Brothers, it's not enough to just say the words, you have to pair them with actions."
After he finished speaking, Wen Yun slowly raised the oddly shaped wooden sword in his hand, put away his smile, and suddenly, a sharp and arrogant aura rose up.
She shook her wrist and performed several extremely neat and beautiful sword moves without any delay. Although she had no spiritual power to support her, her movements were so fast that even the shadows of the swords could not be seen clearly.
Finally, the girl stood still, her slender waist straightened, her arms raised high, and she seemed to be unintentionally pointing the sword somewhere outside the yard.
At the tip of the sword, a cherry blossom petal was pierced, and a light red color stained the wooden sword.
Her voice was clear and cold—
"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't despise the young and poor!"
This scene shocked all the sword practitioners present.
In the past, the outer court disciples always loved to watch the inner court disciples practice swordplay, and would privately mutter about which senior brother had the most graceful movements and the most domineering sword-wielding posture.
In fact, the inner court disciples would also compare themselves secretly.
"Junior Sister Wen's body movements and postures are far from my level!"
"It turns out that it's not only necessary to speak the lines in a domineering manner, but also to have a cool sword-drawing posture."
Even Shen Xinghai was looking at Wen Yun with burning eyes, looking deeply touched.
She retracted the wooden sword and took a square handkerchief to carefully wipe the petal juice off the tip of the sword, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she had just drawn the sword just as a joke with her fellow disciples.
Xie Mi'an, who was hiding behind a tree, took two steps back in shock.
The sword was pointing at the place where he was hiding.
Although they were clearly a long distance apart, he always felt that the wooden sword had pierced his dantian and pulled the hot golden elixir out of his abdomen.
He was frightened and almost ran away.
Wen Yun put the wooden sword back into the scabbard, and the smile in his eyes slowly faded.
One benefit of having strong mental power is extraordinary insight, so one is also particularly sensitive to murderous intent.
The murderous aura was not strong, and it even rose and disappeared from time to time, as if the other party was also hesitating whether to kill her.
However, she was never one to sit back and wait for someone to put a sword to her neck.
"That person is gone." Ye Shubai reminded, looking at Wen Yun with a little worry.
At this moment, she actually had the mood to bend over the table and draw a magic circle.
Wen Yun said without even looking up: "He doesn't dare to kill me. Killing contestants without reason at the sword competition is tantamount to offending Chuixue Island and also slapping the face of Qingliu Sword Sect."
"Of course, there is no ruling out the possibility that a master will assassinate me..."
She smiled, her eyes curved into a very beautiful arc.
"If you really dare to come, I am looking forward to it."
after all…
Wen Yun turned his head and squinted slightly to look at Ye Shubai who was standing tall and graceful beside him.
The last Tribulation Crossing Stage expert who came to assassinate her had died under this person's wand. The elderberry wand still retains a faint smell of blood.
All those who participated in the sword-fighting competition were geniuses from various families. Except for the Qingliu Sword Sect, almost all other major sects had ancestors following them as protectors.
The person who came from the Xie family this time was Xie Mi'an's brother, Xie Xun, the young master of the Xie family.
The two brothers are biological brothers from the same mother, and their age difference is as much as 300 years. Xie Xun has always taken good care of this younger brother who has poor health, and is like both a brother and a father to him.
As soon as Xie Xun arrived at Chuixue Island, he noticed something strange on his brother's face. He frowned and asked, "Mi'an, could it be that someone from the Qingliu Sword Sect bullied you?"
Xie Mi'an pursed his lips and forced a smile: "Brother, don't worry, Master and Senior Sister will take good care of me, everything is fine."
"Then is your body feeling unwell again?" Xie Xun looked him up and down, and suddenly thought of something, his expression became serious: "You said in the jade slip that you have been feeling pain in your Dantian recently. Is there something wrong with your golden elixir?"
When asked about what he was worried about, Xie Mi'an was shocked.
Ajiu was the orphan that Xie Xun brought home. It was he who used the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage to make her unable to move that day, so that he was able to dig out the golden elixir very smoothly.
If Xie Xun found out that Ajiu was on the island at this time, her life would be in danger.
Xie Mi'an was in a very complicated mood at the moment. He hoped that Jiu would never appear in this world again, but he also didn't want to see her die again.
What practitioners fear most is the inner demon, and Ajiu’s death is his inner demon.
Since the day Xie Mi'an split the elixir with his own hands, he enjoyed the glory of being called a genius and respected by everyone during the day, but he was always troubled by endless nightmares at night. The bloody dreams always reminded him that he was just a thief who stole the golden elixir.
The Xie family has paid a huge price for him, so he didn't dare tell anyone that he, who is so successful now, would be frightened by his inner demons and unable to sleep at night.
If Wen Yun dies again, Xie Mi'an's inner demon will never be resolved in this lifetime. If this continues, he will never be able to break through the Jindan stage in this lifetime.
Xie Mi'an lowered his eyes slightly, subconsciously covering up the matter: "Maybe I didn't practice properly a few days ago. Now I'm much better after two days of rest."
Xie Xun didn't think much about it and comforted his brother: "I know you have always worked hard, but there is no need to rush. You are still young..."
He lowered his voice a little: "Besides, now that you have those two things, even the Tribulation Realm will be just around the corner."
Xie Mi'an smiled gently and said yes, but he secretly clenched his hands.
Xie Xun smiled and said, "Since I'm here at the sword-fighting meeting, I should also go visit your senior brothers and ask them to take good care of you."
At this moment, Xie Mi'an suddenly groaned, covered his chest and frowned, "Brother, I suddenly feel pain in my chest, can you help me check it out?"
Hearing that his brother was not feeling well again, Xie Xun immediately took him back to the room for a thorough examination. After a busy day, it was already late, and he forgot about visiting the people from Qingliu Sword Sect.
Xie Xun rubbed his brows, carefully closed the door, and whispered to the black-clad attendant beside him: "Xie Shi, you stay outside the young master's door, and report quickly if there is any situation."
Liu Luoyin, who happened to be visiting Xie Mi'an, stopped and greeted Xie Xun politely. After he left, she did not go in, but looked at Xie Shi at the door silently with an inquiring look.
His face was covered with a black cloth and he was wearing tights of the same color. He stood there silently, almost blending into the night.
Liu Luoyin stared at him for a long time, and finally called out tentatively: "Xie Shi?"
Xie Shi rolled his eyes and replied calmly, "Miss Liu, what do you want?"
She smiled and raised her eyebrows and said, "Your name is interesting. Could it be from one to ten?"
The young man in black nodded silently.
"So..." Liu Luo's breathing was slightly stagnant, and Yang Zuo asked unintentionally: "Then there is Xie Jiu above you?"
…
At the hour of Mao, the sky was still dark and there was a hint of chill in the morning breeze.
Xie Mi'an walked out quietly and finally stopped under the cherry tree from yesterday.
Under another lush flower tree in the courtyard, a young girl dressed in the simple uniform of an inner disciple of the Qingliu Sword Sect tied a turquoise belt around her waist. Her back was straight, like a slender green bamboo, and as beautiful as an ink painting in the morning light.
She repeated the sword-thrusting action over and over again. The scene was extremely similar to the scene in Xie Mi'an's memory, but her sword-thrusting speed was even faster and more neat.
It was as if I was back in the Xie family’s darkroom.
In the dim world, only the girl and her sword were particularly dazzling, almost like the scorching sun burning him hiding in the darkness.
Xie Mi'an stared at it intently, a smile unconsciously appearing on his lips, and he was almost entranced.
At this moment, there was a very light sound of dead branches being crushed behind me.
Xie Mi'an subconsciously drew his sword and turned around. After seeing the man's face clearly, he was slightly stunned: "Senior Sister Luo Yin, why are you here?"
"I've been thinking about it all night, and I'm going to come find you to ask for clarification." Liu Luoyin's face was a little pale, and his eyebrows, which were always flying, drooped slightly. "I just happened to see you go out, so I followed you."
He pursed his lips, his smile still extremely gentle: "I woke up early, and I heard that the brothers like to get up early to practice swordsmanship, so I wanted to come and see."
Liu Luoyin looked at him steadily: "Xie Junior Brother, I have something to ask you."
Xie Mi'an took a hidden look at the yard over there and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go back and talk while we have breakfast, okay?"
Liu Luoyin looked at him expressionlessly, and said impatiently: "It doesn't matter. Every courtyard in Chuixue Island has a soundproof array. We can't hear the sounds inside, and the people inside can't hear us talking."
He couldn't help but look up, but saw that Wen Yun seemed to be unaware of the movement here and was still practicing swordsmanship seriously.
"Sister Luo Yin, what's the hurry—"
Before Xie Mi'an could finish his question, Liu Luoyin interrupted him directly: "The Xie Jiu you mentioned is a girl, right?"
"..." Xie Mi'an's eyes became dark, and then he regained his elegant and gentle appearance, and nodded calmly: "It is indeed a girl."
Liu Luoyin's eyes were extremely cold, carrying a terrifying pressure: "I heard that you have been practicing swordsmanship with her since you were young, so you two are childhood sweethearts and have a lot in common?"
Childhood sweethearts, yes.
Mutual affection? No.
Xie Mi'an knew from childhood that Xiaojiu hated her, because he looked so miserable and miserable when they first met, and he caused her to be beaten up. From then on, she always looked at him with extremely cold eyes.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing, fearing that Liu Luoyin's words would reach the ears of Wen Yun in the yard.
"Senior Sister Luo Yin, let's not talk about these old things. Let's go back."
But Liu Luoyin still refused to give in: "Xie Junior Brother, since the Xie family sent you to Qingliu Sword Sect to worship my father as a master, you must know the meaning of it, right?"
Of course he knows.
The Xie family's ancestor who is in the Tribulation Period is about to pass away. If they want to maintain the status of the four major surnames, they must establish a connection with the Qingliu Sword Sect.
If he, a newly emerged genius, could become a couple with Liu Luoyin, the eldest senior sister of the Qingliu Sword Sect, it would be a true match made in heaven, and both families would benefit from it.
Xie Mi'an understood everything and had never objected, but now when he heard Liu Luoyin hinting at this matter, he somehow felt extremely disgusted.
"Senior Sister Luo Yin, that's enough."
The corners of his lips slowly rose, revealing an extremely gentle smile: "Let's go back and talk slowly."
Liu Luoyin's eyes were stern: "Let's make it clear today."
"You got mad at me because of her a few days ago. I thought you were trying to protect the reputation of your Xie family, but now I know you were just feeling sorry for me belittling your sweetheart. Whether she's dead or alive, she's always your white moonlight, and I, Liu Luoyin, don't even bother to be a drop of mosquito blood!"
He took a step forward, his eyes gradually turned cold, but he still had a smile on his face: "Senior Sister Luo Yin, perhaps you have some misunderstandings about me?"
She held a sword, her red dress was as bright as flames, and her expression was as proud as before: "Thank you, Junior Brother, let's not discuss this marriage!"
Before turning around and leaving, Liu Luoyin took out a golden hairpin and threw it back into Xie Mi'an's arms: "I'm returning the golden hairpin that Aunt Xie gave me in the past to you!"
Xie Mi'an frowned slightly while clutching the golden hairpin. He indeed didn't like Liu Luoyin, but that didn't mean he could tolerate being rejected by her.
He was really fed up with such a self-righteous woman. It was obvious that she had reached this level only by relying on the resources of her family, but she always thought she was so great...
Unfortunately, for the sake of the Xie family, he still has to coax her well.
Xie Mi'an sighed, and his habitual gentle smile slowly appeared on his lips. At this moment, a terrifying sound of sword moves breaking through the air suddenly came from the yard. It turned out that Wen Yun's sword had practiced to the last move, and it had smashed a huge rockery in the yard.
His smile froze on his lips and he was unable to react for a long time.
Isn't there a soundproof array
The flying debris scattered from the sky. Wen Yun held the wooden sword in her hand and swung the sword without raising her head. When the hem of her skirt returned to its place, all the debris was knocked back to the original place and piled up.
She then raised her head and looked at Xie Mi'an with extremely cold eyes.
Then, she walked towards him step by step, holding the wooden sword. The morning light in the east gradually rose and a ray of it fell on her eyes, but it could not warm the girl who was as cold as snow.
Xie Mi'an took a step back, and then realized that his action was too embarrassing, so he barely stood still and looked at her deeply.
"Did you hear everything just now?"
Wen Yun raised his eyelids lazily and sneered, "What a coincidence, the spiritual jade of the soundproofing array outside the courtyard has been exhausted."
So she admitted that she heard what Liu Luoyin said just now
"Xiaojiu..." He called in a very soft and gentle voice.
Seeing that Wen Yun had no intention of resisting, Xie Mi'an felt a little relieved and said gently, "Since you have heard it, I shouldn't continue to hide it."
He lowered his head, stared deeply at Wen Yun, and said in a trembling voice, "I have indeed been secretly watching you outside the darkroom since you were a child. Do you remember that every winter someone would send you a fox fur coat? That was not a reward from the Xie family. I found it specially for you. I also asked someone to send the brown sugar water when you were sick. Do you remember it?"
Wen Yun answered honestly: "I don't remember."
Xie Mi'an was choked, stared at her face, and continued -
"When I was young, I was weak and couldn't even hold a sword steadily. I really envied your ability to practice swordsmanship. Every time I saw your swordsmanship improve, I felt like I had gained a share of happiness. You don't know that on the day you broke through the golden elixir, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night. I kept thinking about what gift to give you. I didn't expect that my family would let me..."
He took another step forward, his voice seemed to carry a sigh: "The Xie family is good at medicine, but they can't cure me. Countless people said that I won't live past twenty. The only thing that can save me is your flawless golden elixir."
Xie Mi'an's beautiful face turned pale, and her eyes were slightly red: "How could I bear to hurt you? It's just that ordinary golden elixirs will dissipate their spiritual power when they leave the body, only the flawless golden elixir can survive. My parents forced me to do so. They said that since the Xie family saved your life, it wouldn't be too much to lend you a golden elixir. I can't go against my parents' wishes..."
Wen Yun nodded and said in a serious tone: "You are right. After all, I only lost a golden elixir. What you lost is your obedience and kindness."
Xie Mi'an's voice was bitter: "I know you blame me, but I was unconscious for several days after my initial melting of the golden elixir. I didn't expect that my brother would let someone harm you. It's all my fault that I was incompetent and I didn't protect you. Xiaojiu, you can hate me or blame me, but today I can see you alive again, and I have no regrets in this life."
Wen Yun interrupted him: "Since you have no regrets in this life, why don't you die now?"
Xie Mi'an's lips trembled and he was unable to speak for a long time.
After a long while, he suddenly remembered something and took out the golden hairpin again.
His thin figure looked even thinner in the white gown, and his pale face was mixed with regret and relief: "I mentioned to my mother in the past that I wanted to take good care of you after fusing the golden elixir, and she agreed. This golden hairpin is for the daughter-in-law of the Xie family. Ah Jiu, do I still have a chance to make up for my past mistakes?"
Xie Mi'an held the hairpin in his hand for a long time, but Wen Yun just looked at him coldly.
Her eyes made him extremely uncomfortable, as if he was looking at a dead object.
"Ajiu..."
Xie Mi'an called out pitifully, and finally, Wen Yun's hand moved.
His heart relaxed a little, and he knew that although Jiu looked cold, she was actually very kind-hearted. In the past, she always carefully protected those orphans.
And he, Xie Mi'an, was her benefactor, and his life was not worth even that of those orphans.
However, the next moment, Wen Yun's hand pulled out the wooden sword swiftly.
Before Xie Mi'an could respond, the ugly wooden sword decisively knocked the hairpin out of his hand, and the bright golden light fell into the dead branches and rotten leaves, completely covering up its luster.
Xie Mi'an was stunned: "Ajiu!"
"Don't yell." Wen Yun stood proudly holding the sword and interrupted the other person: "You acted so realistically and devotedly that I'm afraid you almost believed it yourself. Unfortunately, I don't believe it at all."
"You speak so touchingly and with such deep affection, but in fact you don't even know my name. Isn't that ridiculous? Do you really think my last name is Xie?"
Even the other orphans in the darkroom knew to call her Wen Yun. If he really cared, how could he not know!
Xie Mi'an was speechless after being asked this question. After a moment of silence, he tried to speak again: "I just..."
"You are just looking for excuses for your selfishness. If you want me to voluntarily give you the golden elixir, it would be better for me to voluntarily offer it and kneel down to beg you to take it, right? Thank you, young master."
Xie Mi'an lowered his head, his eyes filled with embarrassment at having his lies exposed.
Yes, he just wanted Wen Yun to give willingly, so that he would no longer be tortured by the inner demon of stealing other people's golden elixir, and the breakthrough of Nascent Soul would be just around the corner!
"Do you really think that the entire cultivation world is your parents and brothers, and that they are meant to pamper you like this? Huh? You stole other people's things and took their lives, but you still pretend to be innocent and hope that others will forgive you. I was cut open by the golden elixir, but you were dug out by the brain?"
Wen Yun raised the sword, a mocking arc appeared on his lips, his voice was as cold as fairy music, but his words were vicious and merciless.
"Thank you, Master. Don't pretend." She held the sword and smiled more deeply: "I saw that since I came here, your right hand has been tightly holding the hilt of the sword."
She simply stated a fact: "You wanted to kill me."
His murderous intent was so strong that it almost solidified into substance, but Wen Yun was not afraid at all.
Because Xie Mi'an couldn't beat her.
Stolen things are not yours after all, not to mention that Xie Mi'an's swordsmanship is so bad that it's just an ugly empty shell.
His title of genius sounds great, but it is also extremely fragile and can be exposed easily if one is not careful.
She had guessed it long ago. In the past, Xie Mi'an went with the disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect to eliminate the demon cultivators, but was ambushed and injured by an unknown Yuanying stage demon cultivator on the way, so he returned to the mountain gate early and missed the inner sect competition...
They are all fake.
The demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage does not exist, and his injury may not exist either. He planned such a drama just to avoid the inner sect competition and continue to maintain that pitiful title of genius.
Xie Mi'an didn't dare to relax his grip on the sword. He helplessly let out a deep and affectionate smile: "I can't even protect you in time, how can I bear to kill you?"
Wen Yun narrowed his eyes, covered his lips and yawned lazily, his eyes became cold.
"Because you know I want to kill you."
It's just that it can't be killed.
The Xie family truly regarded Xie Mi'an as the apple of their eye. He had been wearing a protective jade since he was a child, which could even withstand a fatal blow from a master in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
The original body heard about this when a young master of the Xie family beat her to vent her anger.
Even though he knew he had a magic weapon to protect him, Xie Mi'an still took a step back.
Wen Yun pointed the wooden sword at Xie Mi'an, and the sword without an edge or blade slowly slashed from his chest to his dantian.
Wen Yun smiled brightly: "I'll lend it to you for another two days, and I'll ask for it back right away."
A chill suddenly surged into Xie Mi'an's heart, and his whole body felt as if it were soaked in ice. The fear of having Xie Jiu pointing a sword at his neck when he was a child came back to his mind.
He staggered away.
Wen Yun did not chase after him. She just quietly took out a small magic scroll from her sleeve.
This scroll was invented by the Holy See of Light, called the Holy Sound Scroll, and was used to record the Pope's preaching and spread the teachings of the God of Light.
Wen Yun was also lucky enough to get one. At that time, the Pope of Light sternly criticized her hair color and eye color, and called her a blasphemous devil, saying that he would annihilate her on behalf of light.
Wen Yun immediately cracked the magic circle on the scroll and recorded a whole paragraph of blasphemous words. The next day, he sent his little flying dragon to throw the scroll in front of the statue of the God of Light.
By the way, Wen Yun also gave it a new name.
Voice scroll.
Wen Yun watched Xie Mi'an escape in embarrassment with a bright smile.
After returning, she even went to the cafeteria, took a plate of red bean paste buns, and specially looked for a plate of sweet tofu pudding.
After returning to the house, she enthusiastically introduced them to Ye Shubai: "These two dishes are mortal delicacies. Although they are not as expensive as spiritual food, they taste very good. Do you want to try them?"
Ye Shubai refused, and Wen Yun did not insist. He ate his breakfast in a good mood.
Ye Shubai still held the light magic wand in his hand. He suddenly said calmly: "You could have killed him just now."
He didn't know that Xie Mi'an still had the protective jade. Although he hadn't heard Wen Yun mention the past, he immediately understood after hearing what Xie Mi'an said just now.
Wen Yun’s golden elixir was not taken away by the evil cultivator, but was snatched away by Xie Mi’an.
"If I had killed him just now, I would be a sinner, and he would be an innocent genius who was killed. People in the world would never believe me." Wen Yun raised his head, his eyes clear: "This is not the justice I want."
She knew very well that her original hatred could only be relieved by exposing Xie Mi'an's despicable behavior in front of the world.
and…
Wen Yun lowered his eyes and continued, "The Tenth Peak has done me a favor. If I kill Xie Mi'an for no reason, my three brothers will definitely be implicated."
She had already prepared to live on the run, but her fellow brothers had not.
Their situation in the Qingliu Sword Sect was already difficult. If Wen Yunxing did something wrong, the First Peak would have a legitimate reason to expel the three brothers from the sect.
Therefore, if you want to kill someone, you must do it in a dignified manner.
Ye Shubai pursed his lips, feeling slightly shaken in his heart.
Even he didn't expect that there was another reason why Wen Yun didn't take action.
"Then your hatred..."
"The rules of the sword contest have always been to select hundreds of monks, and the monks will draw opponents from each other. The winner can take the token, and the final ranking is determined by the number of tokens held."
"The top ten contestants of this year's sword contest can enter the Xuantian Secret Realm. The competition is extremely fierce, so a new rule has been added. You may not know it."
Wen Yun raised his eyes to look at Ye Shubai and slowly smiled: "This time, everyone will enter the Thousand Array Tower of Chuixue Island. The first person to reach the top of the tower will have ten chances to choose their own opponents."
This is also the reason why Xie Mi'an dared to come.
Presumably they had already made preparations to send Xie Mi'an to the top tower, so that he could choose his own opponents. Then the Xie family could make any arrangements, and wouldn't it be easy for Xie Mi'an to win all ten games
The resounding reputation of genius can continue to be maintained, and the Xuantian Secret Realm can also be entered.
The Xie family had a very good plan, but unfortunately Wen Yun had the same plan.
Because the sword-fighting contest is not a sect competition, once you accept the challenge, your life and death are your own responsibility. More importantly, in order to ensure a fair contest, no self-defense magic weapon is allowed in the sword-fighting contest.
When the time comes, dealing with Xie Mi'an, who has lost his protective jade, will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken.
As for Xie Mi'an admitting defeat and not fighting with her
It doesn’t matter. When the time comes, she will throw the voice scroll in front of everyone, and then she will have the right to kill Xie Mi’an.
Wen Yun finished the sweet tofu pudding, put away the bowl, and wiped the corners of his mouth casually.
"Okay, okay, I've finished my sword practice this morning, now it's time to study magic. I'll see if I can perform some advanced magic..."
"etc."
Ye Shubai called her.
Wen Yun turned around in confusion, only to see Ye Shubai handing her a snow-white handkerchief.
He explained calmly: "My mouth was not wiped clean."
Wen Yun held the elderberry wand in his left hand and the cedarwood sword in his right hand, so he had no free hand to receive the attack.
So she lazily took a step back and leaned her head closer: "Then just wipe it twice."
Ye Shubai frowned, but still raised his hand silently and wiped the small red bean paste off the corner of her lips with stiff movements.
He was already extremely careful, but his hand still accidentally touched those soft and pink lips.
They were so close that he could feel her warm breath on the back of his hand.
The man's hands trembled, he pursed his lips and turned his face away slightly, and after wiping her twice as if facing a great enemy, he clenched the handkerchief tightly in his palm and put his hands behind his back.
Ye Shubai has lived for hundreds of years, and has spent almost his entire life with the sword. The closest people to him are his three apprentices, all of whom are men.
Of course, he had also had close contact with female cultivators, but that was on the battlefield. His sword mercilessly pierced the hearts of those demon cultivators, or simply wiped their necks.
This is the first time I have come into contact with the opposite sex in such a cautious manner.
It was also the first time that he realized that wiping someone's mouth was such a difficult and complicated task.
Wen Yun curled his eyes, said thank you, then happily ran away with two wands in his hands to continue studying magic.
She was casually talking about murder just now, but now she acts like an innocent girl.
Killing people seemed to be a common occurrence for her.
Even Ye Shubai, who was usually indifferent to others, felt a little curious. Where did she come from and what had she experienced
Before Ye Shubai could ask, Wen Yun suddenly dropped his wand, holding the pot of poinciana and came over to chase him: "Come in."
Ye Shubai: "Why?"
Wen Yun rarely felt competitive: "The sword fighting competition will begin tonight, I want to change into a new dress to impress everyone."
In fact, stunning everyone was secondary. The main reason was that she had become stingy after spending so long with the sword cultivators.
When I thought about the fact that the new skirt was worth one hundred top-grade spiritual jades, it would be such a waste if I didn't wear it and let everyone see how beautiful it was.
"..." Ye Shubai remained silent, lowering his eyes: "Okay."
After saying this, he did not go back into the sapling, but waited outside the door.
After a long time, the door finally opened.
Wen Yun poked his head out with his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Look, can I shock everyone with this?"