Yuan Kouxuan squinted her eyes like a kitten, enjoying the caress from her master: "Master, I haven't encountered anything..." "Oh, yes, there was a small setback. When I was passing by a mountain range, a man suddenly flew in front of me and blocked my way!" "Then what?" Xu Yang asked anxiously. The plot hasn't changed, why is the protagonist gone? Master cares about me so much... Yuan Kexuan's heart was beating wildly, her pretty face turned red, and she said shyly: "My disciple thought he was in the way, so he struck him with a sword. He should be dead now!" Her tone clearly sounded very shy, why did it sound so cold? It turned out to be the protagonist's body, so it's okay... Xu Yang felt very excited at this moment. For Yuan Kexuan, she was anxious to come back to see him, and when she saw someone blocking her way, she gave him a sword in a moment of desperation, which was in line with the description of her character in the original work.
He said that this crappy author must have hired a ghostwriter in the later stage, otherwise how could he write such a rubbish plot that Yuan Kexuan let go of the past grudges and reconciled with the protagonist for no apparent reason. However, having said that, the protagonist should not die so easily. With the old man with the ring protecting him, he would at most end up half-dead. Seeing that his master suddenly stopped talking, Yuan Kexuan felt uneasy and began to mutter: Could it be that that person knows Master? Or is that person actually the immortal seedling chosen by the master? If I kill him with my sword, it won't make my master angry, right? Just as Yuan Kexuan was daydreaming, Xu Yang spoke carefully: "Xuan'er, after you killed that man, did you finish him off?" Yuan Kouxuan was stunned and shook his head: "I was thinking about returning as soon as possible to honor my master, so I didn't finish him off." "If you don't kill someone, he will be reborn again in the spring breeze." Xu Yang spoke earnestly and taught carefully: "Xuan'er, before you take action in the future, remember two things: crush the bones and scatter the ashes, and cut off the roots. Otherwise, it will be thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west. If you beat the young, the old will come. How can you practice with peace of mind?" "Disciple will remember Master's teachings." Yuan Kouxuan lowered his head, looking as if he was listening attentively. Although she was taught a lesson by her master, she was still a little happy in her heart. After all, Master said so much so that she could practice with peace of mind. At the same time, she felt that what her master said was absolutely right, so she decided that after leaving the hall, she would send the portrait of that man to the jade slips of each of her junior sisters. If you see me, kill me without mercy! "Master, I almost forgot one thing!"
Yuan Kexuan suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Xu Yang, her eyelashes fluttering, smart and excited. "What is it?" Xu Yang said. "Disciple won't tell you yet. Please close your eyes first. Wait until I tell you to open them!" There was a hint of coquettishness in Yuan Kexuan's tone. "Okay, I will do whatever you say." A barely perceptible smile flashed across Xu Yang's eyes. In fact, he already knew what his eldest disciple was going to do. In the original book. Yuan Kexuan enthusiastically presented her personal sword back to Xu Yang. She expected Xu Yang to praise her, but Xu Yang poured a bucket of cold water on her instead. Xu Yang scolded her for being shameless and competing for fame and fortune with the disciples of other peaks. His sword was originally intended to be rewarded to other meritorious disciples in the sect, and now that she had taken it back, it was a complete disgrace to him as a master! After the insults, Xu Yang threw the sword to the ground fiercely and walked away, leaving Yuan Kexuan kneeling there at a loss, with tears on her face... 'Xu Yang' is not a human being! That’s right, when Xu Yang gets angry, he even scolds himself. In his opinion, Yuan Kexuan did nothing wrong. He killed the dragon python with his own ability, not by snatching it from someone else. He returned the sword to Xu Yang out of filial piety. It would have been fine if Xu Yang didn't praise her, but he actually insulted her. She deserved to be possessed by this demon from outside the realm! He will definitely take good care of Yuan Kexuan, his filial disciple who is as kind as a snow lotus on an iceberg! … Yuan Kouxuan was still a little uneasy. After all, she accepted this mission without telling her master, but Xiaoqing let the secret slip later. She was a little afraid that her master would be unhappy, because her master had repeatedly warned that disciples from Ziyun Peak were not allowed to take on this task. But she still went to take it, the reason was very simple, in the Qingming Sect, no one was worthy of using the master's personal sword! "Just die. The worst that can happen is that I'll be scolded by my master, but I won't lose a piece of meat!" Yuan Kouxuan made up his mind, took out his personal sword from his storage ring, knelt on one knee in front of Xu Yang, and offered it with both hands: "Master, you can open your eyes now!" Listening to Xuan'er's trembling voice, Xu Yang secretly swore that he would never let her down again this time! Perfect acting started! Xu Yang opened his eyes, and when he saw the shining sword, he was filled with surprise. His throat tightened, and he couldn't suppress his excitement:
"Xuan'er, what are you doing?" "Master, Zixiao is your personal sword. I think that in Qingming Sect, no one except you is qualified to use this sword!" Yuan Kexuan said from the bottom of his heart. "Xuan'er, you are thoughtful." Xu Yang took Zixiao and flicked the sword with his fingers. Zheng—— There was a clear sound of a sword. It was indeed the personal sword that his predecessor had nurtured for many years and was quite spiritual. However, he felt that this spiritual flying sword was faintly resisting him and seemed unwilling to stay in his hands even for a moment longer. You won't recognize that you are a fake, right? Then this flying sword can bring death! [Ding! Yuan Kouxuan gives the host the Earth-level sword Zixiao, triggering a 10,000-fold critical hit return—Chixiao! ] Suddenly, a system notification sound came to my ears. Xu Yang's heart was suddenly filled with waves of emotion and he couldn't help but feel happy. Another 10,000-fold crit?! Could it be that every heroine’s first time can trigger it? If so, that would be wonderful! As for Chi Xiao, Xu Yang quickly checked the system's introduction to this sword. “Although there is only one character difference between Chixiao and Zixiao, there is no comparison between the two. Chixiao is the personal sword of the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty. After being nurtured by dragon veins for ten thousand years, its grade is even higher than the heavenly grade. It is a true divine weapon with extraordinary spirituality, and it is connected with the host’s mind!” "With Chi Xiao, who needs Zi Xiao?" Xu Yang's mind moved and he came up with an idea. He took Zixiao and played with it in his hand for a while, and was sure that Zixiao was unwilling to continue to be covered in dust in his hands only because its predecessor had abandoned it. The predecessor was indeed hated by everyone and despised by dogs! Xu Yang gave a fair evaluation in his heart, then he looked at Yuan Kexuan and said with regret: "Xuan'er, I understand your kindness, but I have turned my head back to cultivate and no longer intend to waste time on the sword path. If Zixiao still follows me, I'm afraid it will be tarnished!" "Therefore, I give you Zixiao. You are born with a sword heart and will definitely go further in the way of swordsmanship. Only by following you can it not be wronged and shine!" "ah?" "Give it to my disciple?" Yuan Kexuan's delicate body trembled slightly. She raised her head, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Why? You don't want it? If you don't want it, I will force it on you!" As he spoke, Xu Yang solemnly placed Zixiao in Yuan Kexuan's hand. "Disciple is willing!" Yuan Kexuan held Zixiao tightly in both hands, as if he was holding a priceless treasure. His fair cheeks were like a red moon, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were shining, and he was so excited that he could hardly speak! “Buzz!” The Zixiao sword trembled slightly, conveying a hint of joy. It was also very satisfied with its new master!
