Murong Ditian's reputation in Beichen Mansion is unparalleled, and he is recognized as the number one genius.
At a young age, his cultivation has already reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. He has also practiced many powerful swordsmanship, and is almost impeccable in all aspects.
Unlike Murong Ming, who is less talented, Murong Ditian has been trained by the Murong family. You must know that with the resources of a super family to train a person, even a person with mediocre qualifications can become a genius in heaven. Proud son.
Not to mention that Murong Ditian was a sixth-grade genius with extraordinary qualifications.
Although he has no innate supernatural powers, his aptitude, temperament, and understanding in all aspects are far beyond those of ordinary geniuses.
Xia Yubing, Ye Guchen's archenemy, was only a fifth-grade genius. If he hadn't received the inheritance from the Beihe Sword King, he wouldn't even be qualified to be on par with Ye Guchen.
This shows how extraordinary Murong Ditian is.
And such a young man is the perfect Taoist companion in the eyes of all women.
However, facing the arrival of Murong Ditian, Situ Hongxue frowned lightly and said, "What are you doing here?"
The tone was calm, even with a hint of indifference.
At this moment, Situ Hongxue no longer had the little girl-like attitude she had before. She looked indifferent and aloof, like the goddess of the Nine Heavens.
"You disturbed my sword practice." Situ Hongxue looked away.
Although Murong Ditian was perfect in every aspect, Situ Hongxue was also a great person, so it was naturally impossible for him to be as infatuated with Murong Ditian as other girls.
Moreover, she and Murong Ditian had no emotional basis at all. Everything was just a marriage between aristocratic families.
No matter how aloof Situ Hongxue is, he is still a member of the Situ family and cannot go against the will of the entire family.
Moreover, Situ Hongxue has never liked any man since she was born, so for her, feelings are no longer important, only swords are what her heart desires.
"If you want to practice swordplay, I can accompany you." Murong Ditian still smiled.
"Are you bothered? Sister Hongxue has already said that she wants to practice swordplay by herself." Situ Ling said with a frown.
She was extremely disgusted with Murong Ming, and she also had no favorable impression of Murong Ditian. Although Murong Ditian always had a gentle attitude and a light smile on his face, there always seemed to be a kind of indifference deep in his eyes.
"Among the younger generation in Beichen Mansion, I would say second in swordsmanship, who would dare to say first?" Murong Ditian said casually.
The words are very light, but they are deafening and enlightening.
And based on Murong Ditian's tone, it was obvious that his words were not about pride, but absolute confidence in himself.
"Ha..." Situ Hongxue suddenly laughed.
A smile is like a hundred flowers blooming, so beautiful.
Even Murong Ditian was distracted by this smile and was stunned for a moment.
But it only lasted for a moment, and he recovered immediately.
"Hongxue, why are you smiling?" Murong Ditian suppressed the admiration in his heart for Situ Hongxue's beautiful smile and said.
"A frog in a laughing well cannot talk about the sea, and a summer insect cannot talk about the ice. You can tell by looking at this Sword-Question Monument." Situ Hongxue shook his head.
Murong Ditian stepped forward, stared at the Wenjian Monument, first glanced at it casually, and then frowned slightly.
He could naturally recognize the trajectory of Situ Hongxue's sword moves, but the other man's sword marks made Murong Ditian frown.
"Has anyone else been here, or is it a man?" Murong Ditian's expression changed for the first time. He no longer smiled, but became a little solemn.
"Oh, do you mind?" Situ Hongxue said.
"There are indeed some sects, but there is no trace of true energy. Maybe he is just a loser who has some knowledge of swordsmanship." Murong Ditian looked extremely indifferent. He had long regarded Situ Hongxue as a forbidden favorite and would not allow others to get involved, even if it was just a matter of time.
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In Murong Ditian's eyes, he didn't need Situ Hongxue to practice swordsmanship. Situ Hongxue only needed to be the canary in the cage for him to enjoy.
"You are jealous, jealous of this person's understanding of the sword." Situ Hongxue's words were thorny.
"Hmph, what kind of swordsmanship, let me break it with one force!" The aura around Murong Ditian exploded, and the true energy of the seventh level of Qi Refining was released without reservation.
At the same time, the sword wrapped in bandages that he was carrying on his back suddenly jumped up and fell into Murong Ditian's hands.
"Xuantian Sword Technique, broken!" Murong Ditian swung out his sword. The long sword was still wrapped in a bandage, but the powerful sword energy was bursting out.
Mighty and fearful, the sword energy was like the judgment of heaven, and it suddenly landed on the sword test stone.
Murong Ming had also used Xuantian Sword Technique before, but compared with Murong Ditian, the sword technique performed by Murong Ming was like a child playing house.
An extremely thick and deep sword mark cut across the entire sword test stone from top to bottom, and all the sword marks on it were almost obliterated by this sword mark.
You must know that this is extremely hard basalt. Being able to draw such sword marks on the basalt shows how powerful Murong Ditian's sword is.
"What are you doing?" Situ Hongxue's expression suddenly changed. She also wanted to understand the artistic conception of the sword on the sword test stone, but her sword was destroyed by Murong Ditian.
"It's enough for you to understand the artistic conception of my sword." Murong Ditian's words were overbearing and unexplainable.
"You are unreasonable!" Situ Hongxue's pretty face was slightly pale, and her eyebrows were furrowed.
"You will eventually understand me. After the Wenwen Sword Monument is passed, it will be your wedding day. Have a good rest." Murong Ditian threw away his sleeves and left.
"If I meet someone who left sword marks on the sword test stone, no matter who you are, you will die." Murong Ditian said coldly in his heart.
"Sister Hongxue, Murong Di is really going too far. You will not be happy if you marry him." Situ said while grinding his silver teeth.
"Sigh... The fate of the family is difficult. My father secretly told me that our Situ family seems to be coveted by many parties now. Only by marrying with the Murong family can we gain a chance of survival." Situ Hongxue closed her beautiful eyes, her dark eyebrows concealed.
The color of pain makes people feel pity in their hearts.
Obviously, the rise and fall of a family needs to be borne by a woman, and this burden is a bit heavy.
But Situ Hongxue did not escape, but shouldered it with all his strength.
"It's a pity that the sword test stone has been destroyed and the artistic conception is completely lost." Situ Hongxue felt it was a pity and felt guilty at the same time.
She knew that the man with the sword mark wanted to mention her, but now he was destroyed by Murong Ditian.
Finally, Situ Hongxue sighed, raised his jade hand, and took out a hairpin from his temples. It was as warm as jade, and also carried the fragrance of Situ Hongxue's hair.
"Sister Hongxue, what are you..." Situ Ling's eyes widened in surprise.
Situ Hongxue actually left behind his own personal accessories. This was an unusual move. Not even Murong Ditian had ever gotten a piece of Situ Hongxue's belongings.
What's more, the hairpin is not just an accessory.
"It seems that although Sister Hongxue has never met that person, she has left traces in her heart." Situ Ling sighed secretly, not knowing whether this was good or bad.
Afterwards, both Situ Hongxue and Situ Ling left.
Another day passed, and Ye Guchen came here again.