This is what is meant by wasp waist and ape arms. Every streamlined muscle line is just right. One less would be too weak, and one more would be too greasy. Only such symmetry can be called perfect.
This figure is so good and memorable. When you take a closer look, you can recognize the identity of the person taking off his pants just by the trapezius muscles on the back.
It is none other than the most muscular man in the cultivation world… No, the most skilled swordsman, Jiang Si.
However, nowadays, except Wen Yun, no one appreciates his beautiful muscles. Wen Yun is blocked by Ye Shubai and cannot see him. The only thing left in the sword cultivator's eyes is the spiritual spring that is about to be defiled.
What a pity to waste such good flesh.
Bao Pilong and Zhu Erchong flew over with their swords together and stopped Jiang Si before he could take off his pants.
"You bastard! How dare you relieve yourself in the spiritual spring?"
Jiang Si was still shirtless. He turned around and looked at everyone in astonishment. When he heard this, his face suddenly turned red with shame: "So it's the two brothers from the Qingliu Sword Sect... But I don't plan to relieve myself!"
"Not even taking a shower!"
Bao Pilong held a sharp sword in his hand, his brows stern, "The cultivation world does not allow wasteful behavior like yours. You will be struck by lightning if you squander the gifts of nature like this!"
Wen Yun, who had taken a bath in the spiritual spring, stood calmly at the back. Seeing that there was still thunder overhead and no sign of thunder, he felt relieved.
Jiang Si, who was pointed at by two flying swords, was extremely helpless: "I didn't plan to take a bath either. I'm afraid you two have misunderstood. I guess your elders also told you that there is a spiritual spring here. I am lucky. As soon as I entered the secret realm, I landed near the spring and was planning to get some water."
He generously showed his belt to everyone, which had not yet been untied, but saw a mustard seed bag wrapped around it.
"My mustard seed bag is tangled in my belt, and I need to untie it so I can take out the jade bottle to get the spiritual spring water. But you all came at the wrong time, and this misunderstanding occurred."
Jiang Si's explanation was understandable. However, even though the two sword cultivators had put down their swords, they still did not relax their vigilance and secretly held the hilts tightly.
They have not forgotten that the previous evil cultivator was from the Jiang family. Who knows whether Jiang Si in front of them has also betrayed to the evil cultivator
However, Wen Yun had repeatedly warned them to keep the encounter with the demon cultivator a secret, so the two of them kept their mouths shut and dared not say much. They just stared at Jiang Si vigilantly, paying special attention to the back of his neck.
If it were someone else, they would definitely notice something was wrong, but these two sword cultivators were facing knife cultivators who were even more nervous, so...
"Haha, you two brothers have been watching for so long, do you want to touch it?" Jiang Si thought they were envious of his muscles, so he generously showed his naked upper body and even encouraged them to do it: "You don't have to be embarrassed. Many Taoist friends have asked me for the method of exercise in private, and I am not shy."
Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong were quite tempted, but they never let down at critical moments.
The former grabbed Jiang Si and humbly asked how to get such a good figure.
Bao Pilong, who was behind him, quietly walked behind Jiang Si and looked at him carefully.
But the skin on the back of Jiang Si's neck was as smooth as honey, without any marks, and there was no tattoo pattern at all.
The two of them felt relieved and glanced at Wen Yun secretly, waiting for her decision.
Wen Yun's eyes just glanced over, and the man beside him said coldly: "Wen Yun."
I just called her name, and she immediately looked away, knowing what was going on. She said nonchalantly, "There's nothing to see. I won't watch it anymore."
She knew she shouldn't have accidentally revealed Ye Shubai's identity!
Look at this, this man was timid when he was a sword spirit, but now that he is a master, he starts to attack with heavy punches. She is really under a great pressure now.
Ye Shubai looked at Jiang Si and reminded him in a cold tone: "There are female cultivators here, please respect yourself."
Jiang Si then stopped showing off his figure, casually put on his black coat, and looked at Wen Yun and Ye Shubai in surprise.
"Junior Sister Wen, you are actually here! And who is this person?"
This time, Wen Yun didn't need to speak, Zhu Erchong had already skillfully told Jiang Si what he had said before.
The latter pondered for a moment after hearing this and said, "The secret realm requires the combined efforts of several great tribulation masters to open it, and several seniors seemed to have important matters and left Chuixue Island in a hurry that day, so this time the Xuantian Secret Realm was opened half a month earlier. I'm afraid you two entered by mistake at that time."
He looked at Wen Yun deeply, then suddenly clasped his fists and bowed, lowering his head and saying in shame: "Speaking of which, Junior Sister Wen was also implicated in the capture of Xie the thief by our elders. For this, my Jiang family owes Junior Sister Wen. If there is anything I can do for you this time, Junior Sister Wen can just let me know."
Jiang Si was a simple-minded person. He did not doubt what his elders at home said. He just felt sorry for Wen Yun and wanted to make amends.
Shen Xinghai, holding a sword, stared at Jiang Si vigilantly and said, "My sister will be protected by me, why should I worry about my family!"
Jiang Si went over this sentence twice in his mind before he understood what it meant. He said bluntly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, your words are becoming more and more difficult to understand."
When we first met, he would just say a few weird words occasionally, but now he's becoming less and less like a human.
Shen Xinghai snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Bao Pilong over there had already enthusiastically opened the mustard seed sac for Jiang Si, and the two of them went happily to fill it with spiritual spring water.
Although Zhu Erchong was also thinking about the spiritual spring water, he still remembered the most important thing and whispered: "There is no mark on the back of his neck, so I guess he is not a demon cultivator?"
Moreover, he actually had a good impression of the upright Jiang Si, and it was difficult for him to associate him with the sinister demon cultivator.
Wen Yun glanced at Ye Shubai.
He said calmly: "It doesn't have to be on the back of the neck. Some high-ranking demon cultivators will tattoo their tribal totems elsewhere."
Although Jiang Si generously exposed his upper body, his pants were still properly worn.
This is troublesome. Wen Yun sighed softly: "I should have asked him to take off his pants earlier."
She patted Zhu Erchong on the shoulder and said, "Brother Zhu, think of a way to take off his pants and take a close look to see if there are any marks of a demon cultivator on his body. Remember to do it naturally and don't arouse the other party's suspicion."
Seeing that Zhu Erchong was not happy, Wen Yun raised the price: "There is a large jar in my mustard seed bag. I will take it out and fill it with spiritual spring water for you later."
Zhu Erchong was in a dilemma. After thinking for a long time, he sighed and said, "Then I'll take off my pants."
Wen Yun sat on the side, holding a delicate jade bottle filled with spiritual spring water, pretending to be filling it with spiritual spring water. In fact, his ears had already pricked up, and he was concentrating on eavesdropping on the sounds over there.
Zhu Erchong is persuading Jiang Si to take off his pants.
But he pretentiously fanned his face with a sword and said in a very pretentious manner: "I didn't expect it to be so hot today. No wonder Brother Jiang took off his clothes just now."
After saying that, he swiftly took off his coat, revealing a thick mass of chest hair fluttering in the wind.
Jiang Si was squatting beside the spiritual spring to collect water. Hearing this, he laughed: "Haha, it's a little hot."
Then there was no other reaction.
Zhu Erchong was unwilling to give up and said, "It's still too hot. Why don't we take off our pants together?"
"..." Jiang Si looked up at him silently, moved to the side, and shook his head to refuse quickly: "No, Brother Zhu, please do as you please, I won't accompany you."
The first attempt initiated by Zhu Erchong ended in failure.
The next person to come on stage was Bao Pilong. He laughed and said, "This spiritual spring water is very refreshing. Daoist friend Jiang, how about we go down and take a bath together?"
Jiang Si frowned and asked in confusion: "Fellow Daoist Bao, you said earlier that taking a bath in the spiritual spring would lead to being struck by lightning. Besides, this spiritual spring is to be kept for yourself to drink, how can you defile it?"
Bao Pilong, who was not good at speaking, couldn't say a word in reply. He could only push Shen Xinghai beside him and let him go up again.
"Junior Brother Shen, you are the best at talking, go and persuade him."
"But I don't tell people to take off... take off their pants."
Shen Xinghai's face turned red, but he couldn't resist the expectant gazes of his two senior brothers and Wen Yun, so he had to bite the bullet and go ahead.
However, he did not use his usual righteous words to persuade Jiang Si. Instead, he took advantage of the other party squatting by the spiritual spring to draw water, shook his legs, and then rushed forward with all his strength, raising his long legs and kicking -
As long as he was kicked into the water, he would have to change his pants later. In order to expose Jiang Si's identity as a demon cultivator, he even reluctantly sacrificed this pool of spiritual spring water.
However, the sword cultivator's sword was fast enough, but his legs were not fast enough.
Besides, Jiang Si has reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage. How can Shen Xinghai, a novice who has just entered the Golden Core Stage, be his opponent
So Wen Yun saw that the leg that Shen Xinghai kicked out was caught by Jiang Si, and he performed a difficult leg-lifting movement.
Jiang Si frowned, already unhappy: "Fellow Daoist Shen, what are you doing! Are you trying to sneak attack me from behind and monopolize this spiritual spring?!"
Shen Xinghai took a breath and said in a deep voice: "As cultivators, if we meet a strong man, we will just fight him. I just want to compete with Brother Jiang."
Jiang Si was instantly relieved when he heard this. He picked up his sword and laughed as he went into battle, knocking Shen Xinghai down on the spot.
Wen Yun sighed, and she began to feel sorry for her three honest senior brothers.
The education of sword cultivators is still not adequate. They only teach sword skills but not strategies. If her senior brother Xu Wanfeng were here, he would not be unable to deceive an upright knife cultivator.
In the end, it was Zhu Erchong, who had failed initially, who came up with an idea. He filled Jiang Si's cups with two pots of spiritual spring water, saying that he wanted him to taste the water of the immortals, and then asked him to go to the grove to relieve himself together.
After coming back, Jiang Si had changed his pants and had a very grumpy expression on his face, but he didn't say anything unpleasant. He just sat aside and looked depressed.
Zhu Erchong sneakily ran to sit next to Wen Yun, revealing a relaxed smile: "Junior Sister Wen, I have successfully returned from this spying."
Wen Yun's eyes lit up and he looked at him expectantly: "How is it?"
Zhu Erchong said seriously: "I have carefully checked, there is no tattoo at all, even the soles of his feet are clean, I think he is not a demon cultivator. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that he has already rebelled but has not had time to tattoo a totem."
After saying this, he looked at Ye Shubai again: "Junior Brother Ye, what do you think?"
Ye Shubai said calmly: "Anyone who is possessed by a demon will regard it as a lifelong belief. The inner demon will appear on the body and form a black totem. If there is nothing abnormal on Jiang Si, I think he is not possessed by a demon."
Wen Yun also breathed a sigh of relief: "Then the man from the Jiang family last night should not be the one he ordered to assassinate Senior Brother Shen, but we must not let our guard down. After all, the matter of demon cultivation concerns the lives of all people in the world. It is better to be a villain with doubts in your heart than to trust others easily."
After all, the reason why the demons were able to invade the righteous continent so smoothly in the previous battle between good and evil was that they seemed to have an insider who infiltrated the battle and discovered many secrets.
As she was talking, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Senior Brother Zhu, we have tried all the methods just now. How did you check him later?"
Zhu Erchong looked embarrassed, and glanced at Jiang Si carefully, then quickly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Didn't I invite him to relieve himself together?"
"Well, then what?"
"He normally reacts quickly and is very alert, but who cares about that when he's relieving himself?"
Wen Yun vaguely guessed something and looked strange: "So you..."
Zhu Erchong coughed lightly, feeling extremely embarrassed: "So I pretended to accidentally undress him, and in order to check it carefully, I even spilled it on his shoes."
"… "
Wen Yun sighed, worrying about the future of his senior brother. After doing such an immoral thing today, he might be struck by lightning several times when he ascends to heaven in the future.
Jiang Si felt extremely aggrieved, but it was too embarrassing to talk about such things, so he had to vent all his anger on the spiritual spring and tried his best to fill the bottle with spring water.
Turning around, I saw the petite and gentle Wen Yun holding a large jar in her hands, and generously drawing water into it...
The Dao cultivator brothers finally understood why others said that Sword cultivators were not good people.
The only thing to be thankful for was that five hundred years was enough time for the spiritual spring to overflow. Even though several people had filled up their bottles, there was still half a drop of water left in the spring, unlike the time when Ye Shubai came back when there was not a drop left.
Jiang Si put away the jade bottle, turned around and bowed to the Taoist friends of Qingliu Sword Sect: "My fellow Taoists, the spiritual spring has been taken. I think the elders in the family have given us instructions. Why don't we say goodbye here? I wish you all find opportunities in the secret realm!"
Although he had just said that he would stay to help Junior Sister Wen, he was now eager to get away from this group of strange people.
What a pity! He looked at Wen Yun with regret. How could such a smart and beautiful girl become a sword practitioner
However, before Jiang Si could pick up his machete and run away, a terrified cry for help suddenly came from a distance.
Everyone was startled and some drew their swords, some drew their knives, and they all ran towards the direction of the sound.
Jiang Si rushed to the front, but he did not avoid the dense trees along the way. He held the knife in his right hand and chopped all the way. Each blow was stronger than the last, and he actually cut a path for the people behind him.
"Everyone follow me!"
However, he didn't notice that there was no one behind him, only above him.
The sword cultivators flying in the sky with swords looked sympathetic. Tsk, it turns out that knife cultivators are no match for us sword cultivators. Look, they can't even fly!
When they arrived near the person who was calling for help, everyone's eyes were stern.
Shen Xinghai gritted his teeth: "It's this black python again!"
But I saw a young monk entangled in the dense forest, unable to move, and shouting something weakly.
The one attacking him was a giant python similar to the one last night, but this beast looked smaller than the one that attacked Shen Xinghai, so it was not the same one!
Shen Xinghai kicked the sword with his leg, then jumped forward to catch the sword that was kicked away, and twisted his lean waist to attack forward.
But Jiang Si had already gotten ahead of him.
He slashed out more than ten times along the way. Jiang's Eighteen Swords were originally layers of hidden power, and it had already reached its peak.
He held the knife in both hands and swung it vigorously, his eyes full of murderous intent, and angrily said, "Prepare to die!"
Unexpectedly, the giant python dodged the knife that should have been fatal. The black python, which had been clinging to people and would not let go, seemed to have gained intelligence and escaped quickly!
Jiang Si was about to chase after him, but the man who fell to the ground called him in a weak voice.
"Senior Brother Jiang... cough cough cough..."
He just screamed, and a pool of blood spurted out of his mouth. His face turned as pale as gold paper, as if he was about to die at any time.
Jiang Si had no choice but to stop chasing the giant python, walked up to the man and helped him up, then took out a bottle of spiritual spring water and fed it to him: "Don't talk yet, drink it quickly."
The young man's complexion really improved after drinking the spiritual spring water. He took a few deep breaths and grabbed Jiang Si's hand. His eyes were so excited that he seemed to have seen a life-saving straw: "Brother Jiang Si! Do you still remember me? I am a disciple of the Yu family, nineteenth in the clan."
As he was talking, he suddenly knelt down in embarrassment and kowtowed heavily to Jiang Si: "Brother Jiang, the Xuantian Secret Realm is unable to contact the outside world, and Yu Shijiu is incompetent. Now I can only ask you to help!"
Jiang Si's kind-hearted character was well known in the cultivation world. He didn't wait for the other party to say anything and immediately responded: "Don't panic, Daoist Yu! Jiang Si will do his best to help you in anything he can do. Tell me what it is."
Yu Shijiu burst into tears and cried miserably: "My son Qinghong has mistakenly entered a maze and is trapped. There are strange and fierce monsters in the maze. Now he is in danger! Brother Jiang, please come with me to rescue Master Qinghong!"
Jiang Si was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then he showed joy: "A maze? That's great!"
When Yu Shijiu heard this, she started crying and getting angry: "Brother Jiang, if you didn't save me, why did you add insult to injury?!"
Knowing that his words were ambiguous, Jiang Si quickly waved his hand: "That's not it. I mean if you encounter a maze, don't be afraid. We happen to have a master who can break the maze here."
Wen Yun, who was lagging behind for a distance, happened to jump down from the flying sword at this time. She followed the sound and asked, "There is a maze? Where is it?"
Yu Shijiu looked at the group of people who suddenly came down from the sky in astonishment: "This is not..."
"Yes, all the Daoists of Qingliu Sword Sect are here! Daoist Yu, don't worry, there are so many of us, we can definitely rescue your Master Qinghong!" Jiang Si patted his shoulder soothingly: "Quick, take us to that maze!"
Yu Nineteen nodded repeatedly, but after a while he looked at Wen Yun hesitantly: "Is this Junior Sister Wen who became famous in the sword discussion? Since so many senior brothers have already gone, why don't you wait here."
He paused, as if remembering something, with a look of extreme fear on his face, and then he pleaded: "There are several giant pythons in the maze, the stench is terrible, and it is so terrifying. How dare I let a fairy-like sister like you take the risk!"
"Nothing." Wen Yun's expression was calm, and he even showed a gentle smile, but the words he said were not very gentle.
"It's just a long worm. I just killed a big one last night and I was not satisfied. It would be nice to have a few more to practice with."
Yu Shijiu had a dazed look on his face, as if frightened by her words, and didn't speak for a long time.
Wen Yun took the wooden sword and walked in front. He turned around to look at Yu Shijiu, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Why are you standing there? Lead the way to save Yu Qinghong."