"Master..." Qiu Wudie looked at her master's appearance at this moment, with tears still on her face.
Ever since her pride was shattered by Lin Ran, her whole personality seemed to have changed significantly.
"Yes, Master, I have grown up, but I haven't been able to help you share too much. Instead, I have caused such a big disaster." Qiu Wudie said this, feeling more and more regretful in her heart.
She knew that the master had been the sharpest sword in Nanling Shiwan Mountain ever since he emerged.
There is a girl in the He family whose name is Wushuang, whose sword clears the cold and suppresses the starlight.
This sentence is really tailor-made for He Wushuang, a young girl in her prime, and it is widely circulated among Jianghu sects in Nanling.
Qiu Wudie knew that although the master's reputation had been spread in Nanling for many years, she was not too old, only about seven or eight years older than him. Putting aside the relationship between master and apprentice, it was okay for him to call her sister.
Reasonable.
However, Qiu Wudie found that he had not seen her smile in the past two years, and her temper was becoming more and more severe and irritable.
This change in personality is really obvious. In the past, Master was a very polite girl and very patient, but she was completely different from now.
Is this change in personality caused by the practice or the environment?
Could it be said that the newly appointed leader of the Qin Clan can really tell the skill problems of the entire sword sect from just one and a half moves of his own?
I don't know why, maybe because Lin Ran is too powerful, Qiu Wudie trusts his judgment and is willing to think in this direction.
Qiu Wudie wondered if he would lose his original self if he kept walking along the original path.
"On the way to growth, we will all make mistakes." He Wushuang showed a rare understanding of others. She was trying to speak in a calm tone, "What's more, I also bear a lot of responsibility for this decision-making mistake.
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"Thank you, Master... However, our sword sect's skills... if we continue to practice, will anything really happen?" Qiu Wudie asked.
She is now in an unprecedented state of confusion.
For many things, Qiu Wudie didn't have the answer in her heart. She used to want to become a sword, but she didn't want to be less than a person.
This idea is not contradictory.
"Wudi, you go back, I'll go see my father." He Wushuang said.
Looking at Master's cold face and lifeless eyes, Qiu Wudie once again lowered his body to the lowest position, with his forehead and chest touching the ground: "Yes, Master, Wudie excuses himself."
After saying that, she stood up.
Just as he was about to walk away, Qiu Wudie suddenly saw Lin Ran's coat still folded aside, so he bent down to pick up the clothes, lowered his head and left silently.
Looking at his apprentice's back, He Wushuang Sighed heavily.
How could she not understand? After her best disciple's pride was shattered, his Taoist heart was severely shaken! If this situation cannot be resolved in time, I am afraid that Qiu Wudie's source power level will stop in this life.
That’s it!
"He said before that if you figure it out, you can go to him?" He Wushuang thought of Lin Ran's words, and then narrowed his eyes, "No, there must be another way!"
For a person who is an unwavering practitioner of the sect's swordsmanship, He Wushuang was indeed shaken a bit today.
Because, she thought of her sister, her mother, and other women in the Sword Sect.
It seems...that's all the case.
Everyone was cheerful at the beginning, but by the end, everyone's personality became cold.
And He Wushuang's biological sister was once a talented person. However, a few years ago, she became cold to the bone and her body temperature continued to drop. Even if she drank a lot of source crystal liquid, it didn't help. In the end, she could only watch her leave this world.
.
Later, He Wushuang took over the baton and embarked on a path that was exactly the same as his sister's.
Lin Ran also mentioned this disease today.
That's why He Wushuang was so shaken.
Even if this kind of sword technique is really sharp, is it worth shortening lifespan and destroying the body to increase combat power? Is it cost-effective?
Thinking of this, He Wushuang shook his head, stopped his chaotic thoughts, and walked towards the backyard.
Her father He Mingwei has been in seclusion for a long time.
Because he was injured in a fight with a gangster a few years ago, He Mingwei stepped down from the position of leader and concentrated on recovering from his injuries. He rarely appeared in front of the stage again and left the sect to be managed by his youngest daughter.
Under the management of He Wushuang, the Wushuang Sword Sect has been developing better and better. Therefore, He Mingwei has become more and more low-key in the sect, and has gradually lost his presence. Some people even thought that He Mingwei had already disappeared.
He's dead, just keeping his mourning secret -
In this case, outsiders who don't understand the situation will think that the Wushuang Sword Sect has a powerful trump card.
However, every time He Wushuang encounters doubts, he will still come to his father for advice. Only she knows how powerful her father is... The opinions of the strong must always be listened to.
However, when he saw his father again after several months, He Wushuang found that his father's temperament seemed to have changed very obviously.
This man with a Chinese character face used to have very strong facial lines, but now,
He gives off an extremely feminine impression - just like what the leader of the Qin Clan said!
"Dad..." He Wushuang hesitated.
"You came to me because you encountered another problem?" He Mingwei said.
His voice was not as loud as before, and seemed to have become thinner.
"Dad, is there something wrong with our sword sect's technique?" He Wushuang got straight to the point!
And the changes in her father at this moment confirmed her suspicions!
"My sect's swordsmanship was created by the ancestors of the He family and has been passed down for so many years. Even if there are problems, it is not something you and I can question." He Mingwei sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes half-opened, and it didn't look like he was
It's very energetic, but it gives people a drowsy feeling: "There is no need to be confused, just keep walking on this road."
"Dad, when you say this, does it mean that you have had these thoughts?" He Wushuang said, "Your emotions are not normal..."
"Because, you and I are both swords, and swords shouldn't have these emotions." He Mingwei said.
He doesn't know if this argument can convince him.
"Dad, the sword sect and the Qin sect fought today and suffered a lot of losses. They will probably be silent for a few years." He Wushuang lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the ground: "Haste makes waste, I wanted to take a shortcut, but ended up taking the shortcut.
It’s a detour.”
He Mingwei took a deep look at his daughter, and his tone seemed a little serious: "My child, it's not scary to take a detour. What I'm afraid of is that you have such a downcast look now, and what I'm afraid of is that your fighting spirit will no longer be high."
"The high fighting spirit has brought great overdraft to my spirit and body." He Wushuang laughed at himself: "Is it true that the sword sect's skills cannot be modified?"
After hearing this, He Mingwei seemed to be greatly stimulated. His whole body was pumping uncontrollably. He slapped the ground heavily and shouted: "How is this possible? The methods of the ancestors can never be changed!"
He Wushuang's eyes fluctuated slightly, and his red lips parted slightly: "Dad, you really weren't that irritable before... and I am the same now."
After hearing this, He Mingwei fell silent and didn't speak for a long time.
Obviously, He Wushuang's words hit something on his mind very accurately.
"Dad, I want to turn myself into a sword, but I don't want this sword to break prematurely." He Wushuang emphasized his tone and said, "Now, Wudie is in the same situation as me. If she doesn't change
, the Wushuang Sword Sect is destined not to be passed down for a long time!"
After sighing heavily, He Mingwei said: "Recently, the layman Beiqing is in retreat at Furong Temple in our Nanling. You can bring Wudie and ask the layman tomorrow."
After saying this sentence, it seemed that all his energy had been exhausted!< br>
He Mingwei's clothes were completely soaked with sweat!
Obviously, making such a decision is extremely difficult for him!
It seems that after saying these words, the unchanging faith in He Mingwei's heart collapsed!
"Okay, thank you dad, please take care of yourself." He Wushuang's eyes wavered for a moment, then he bowed, turned around and left!
…………
At this moment, Qinmen.
Sophie was already sleeping in the guest room, but Lin Ran was not here.
Because the Qin family always has a yard reserved for its owner.
Even if the owner does not show up for decades, the yard is renovated every year, and the flowers and plants in the yard are taken care of every day.
Therefore, except for a very few "outliers" like Qin Yuanhe, the Qin family has really performed loyalty to the extreme.
After a day of running around, Lin Ran still had a strong sense of unreality.
He took a shower for a long time, seeming to have been thinking about everything in Nanling, thinking about things related to the Netherworld and the Demon God.
When Lin Ran walked out of the bathroom, he found a pretty figure waiting at the door.
She was wearing a moon-white nightgown, and her smooth body curves were as smooth as the material of the nightgown. She was Qin Wanxi.
The hem of the nightgown was not long and did not reach the middle of the thigh, so the two long snow-white legs that could make jeans look special were exposed in front of Lin Ran.
Those legs are in excellent shape, and every undulation of the line is just right.
"Master." Qin Wanxi bowed deeply when she saw Lin Ran coming out.
At this moment, following her movements, the neckline of her nightgown opened wide in front of Lin Ran.
Lin Ran understood Qin Wanxi's intention, took one look, then withdrew his gaze, smiled, and said, "Wanxi, I don't need you to come to bed with me."
"But, you are the master. It is the master's first time to come home, so Wanxi will naturally serve you." Qin Wanxi bit her lip gently, "Besides, you saved me again today, and I really can't think of any other way to repay you."
method."
"So, you do this?" Lin Ran said with a smile.
At this moment, Qin Wanxi's pretty face was slightly red, her long and silky hair fell down around her waist, and the snow-white skin on her shoulders seemed to be flowing with milk and honey.
After listening to Lin Ran's words, Qin Wanxi nodded gently, with unquestionable firmness in her soft tone.
Lin Ran looked at Qin Wanxi, and his words suddenly turned cold. He sighed and said, "Wanxi, why do you need to direct and act by yourself?"
