Chapter 942 The poor little flower girl 12

The next few days basically repeated the same process. By the time the cleansing and marrow removal was completed, the boy had completely transformed.

Immortal cultivators have a temperament that is different from ordinary people. In young people, it is cold and elegant, which makes people live without a trace of blasphemy.

She couldn't find a sword suitable for Huaiyu for the time being, so she used an ordinary sword as a substitute, injecting her own original spiritual energy into it, which could nourish her mind while practicing the sword.

Zhuchu was in the human world, and the people in the fairy world could not control her for the time being. Although she did not try, she did not hesitate to teach some basic skills to the young man.

After a day of sword practice, the young man put away his sword and walked towards her direction with a smile on his face, obviously in a good mood.

Life here is much more comfortable than when he was in Hualou. Huaiyu had obviously never touched a sword before, but when he held it in his hand, he seemed to have found life. He had made great progress.

However, in a short period of time, he had even realized the sword intention that some swordsmen would never be able to realize in their lifetime. The lethality was not high, but it was shocking enough.

Zhu Chu estimated that his talent as a swordsman should be engraved in his bones.

"Chuchu, was there anything wrong with my move just now?"

Huaiyu stopped two or three steps away from Zhuchu. He blinked and his eyes were very bright. When he looked at the sword, he was like a child who got his favorite toy.

Apart from anything else, the figure of the young man practicing swordsmanship is very beautiful. After being corrected, his movements are smooth. There is a slight sword intention when he draws the sword, and he inadvertently brushes up the fallen leaves in the courtyard, like a painting.

Some physical contact was unavoidable during the process. Zhu Chu didn't feel anything, but when he let go of the boy's hand, he gently grabbed it back.

The past few days of getting along are not completely useless. Although the boy still can't change his original personality in some aspects, he is now more confident. From being cautious at the beginning to now daring to call her name, he has made a lot of progress.

The warm lips were pressed against the wrist, and the feathers seemed to be brushing against each other. It was gentle and soft, not like a kiss at all, but all the unexplainable emotions in the young man's heart were contained in it.

"There's nothing wrong, it's just the action. Look...it's still a little bit off."

She demonstrated it once, but found that the boy still didn't understand it, so she simply put her hand on the boy's wrist and led him through it.

Zhu Chu held his own sword in his hand and demonstrated it again. There was no big problem in recreating the boy according to the simplified musical notation, but he lacked some of his own understanding and the moves were a bit empty.

Zhuchu felt a slight itching at the place where she was touched. She trembled, thinking of the young man's character, she did not avoid it after all, and accepted the young man's hidden flattery.

He was very smart and realized that the girl would not reject his approach at all, so after getting acquainted with her, he began to try to get closer, as if he wanted to feel more at ease.

When the boy's lips moved away, she pretended to be calm: "...continue practicing your sword."

Before Zhu Chu could appreciate it enough, he suddenly felt the sound transmission stone hanging around his waist vibrate, and a sound transmission from the head of the Immortal Sect was displayed on it.

Her cheap father in this world spoke simply, saying he had something to discuss and told her to come home quickly.

Zhu Chu frowned, and without thinking deeply, he noticed that the young man had sheathed his sword and walked to her side. His fingertips gently rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and his voice was full of concern: "What happened?"

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