"My original name was Dongfang Xiaoyue, but my master said that my name was too casual and did not sound like the name of someone who wanted to become a Confucian sage, so he changed it to Dongfang Wenlin." Dongfang Xiaoyue shook her head.
Shaking his head, "Actually, I don't like this name. It's too old-fashioned."
"Who cares whether you like it or not." Jimo Huaxue slightly raised Jun Yujian.
"Now that I don't have long to live, I want to call this name back." Dongfang Xiaoyue spread her hands, "It will also remind me of myself when I was a boy."
"Shut up." Jimo Huaxue jumped up and dropped his sword.
Mo Bai raised his head hard, looked at the red dress, and murmured: "Is this the Sword Immortal's sword?"
Both Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun were unable to stand up under the pressure of the sword, but they both tried their best to raise their heads and stared at the sword with wide eyes. They were both descendants of a wealthy family. Although the Xie family was in decline,
There are still several masters of swordsmanship in the family. Feng Zuojun's father, Feng Yuhan, is known as the best swordsman in Dazefu. The two of them have known each other since they were young. They have seen masters ranging from eight hundred to a thousand, but when they saw this
This sword is definitely the strongest they have seen in the past twenty years.
The long sword fell, and suddenly dark clouds filled the sky, and thunder exploded.
Only the Confucian sage Dongfang Xiaoyue remained unchanged, gently waving her sleeves, and then extending a finger seemingly casually.
Jimo Huaxue suddenly stopped her sword, and the flying hem of her clothes slowly fell down. At this time, the sword was only an inch away from Dongfang Xiaoyue's finger.
"You can't block my sword with just one finger." Jimo Huaxue said solemnly.
"But I will live less than three months." Dongfang Xiaoyue's voice was free and easy, as if she was talking about a very ordinary and even happy thing.
"Is this the reason why you didn't go down the mountain?" Jimo Huaxue asked.
"The most beloved disciple is dead, nothing should be a reason." Dongfang Xiaoyue said slowly.
"That's it." Jimo Huaxue suddenly turned around and walked away with his sword. The sword force that had made everyone unable to stand up finally completely disappeared. Mo Bai hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Why is the second sister-in-law doing this to me?"
Sir, draw your sword?"
"Second sister-in-law?" Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile, "This title has some meaning. Anyway, I feel guilty."
In the backyard of Mo Ran Villa, Su Baiyi looked at Jimo Huaxue in front of him with a blank look on his face. Just now Jimo Huaxue took the sword from here and now he handed the sword back. What happened in just a moment? In this moment, could it be this person?
The Sword Immortal went out to kill someone, but there was no blood on Jun Yu's sword? That's right, the Sword Immortal kills people, so naturally his sword is not stained with blood.
"Who is coming outside?" Su Baiyi asked tentatively.
"A person you have been waiting for for a long time." Jimo Huaxue turned around as if planning to leave.
"The person I have been waiting for for a long time...is it Mr. Confucian Sage!" Su Baiyi said in shock.
"It's him." Jimo Huaxue replied.
"You killed him?" Su Baiyi swallowed.
"I don't need to do anything. Go see him quickly." Jimo Huaxue sighed softly.
Mo Ran Villa, other courtyard.
Mo Bai pointed to the room and said, "Junior sister Nangong rests in this room."
Dongfang Xiaoyue nodded: "I'll have a few words with her alone."
"Yes. Then I will go and get Junior Brother Su to wait for you in the main hall." Mo Bai replied.
Dongfang Xiaoyue walked to the door of the room and gently knocked on the door. Nangong Xi'er was sitting in the room at the moment, running her Qi, but still with little effect like on the Golden Wind. The Qi finally gathered up, but
When it gathered in the Dantian, most of it would still dissipate. She stopped when she heard the sound of the door, and asked a little tiredly: "Who is it?"
"Miss Nangong, is it convenient to come in?" Dongfang Xiaoyue asked.
"Come in." Nangong Xi'er thought that there should be no enemies in this Moran Villa, so she thought about it and replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in white was already sitting at the small table in front of the bed. The young man poured himself a cup of tea slowly, with a hint of mockery in his voice: "I don't mean that if you go down the mountain, you will have to fight with your second senior brother.
It was like that back then, and it shocked the world? But before I heard your name in the world, you were already lying here recovering from your injuries? You still have no internal strength?"
Before Nangong Xi'er had time to marvel at the agility of the young man in white, she was already shocked by the familiar tone. She looked at the handsome young man in white in front of her with some disbelief: "First... sir?"
"I often tell you that when I was young, I was the most handsome man in the world, but you always didn't believe me, and you said that I was a bad old man who would brag. Now that you have seen it with your own eyes, you can believe it, right?" The young man in white said from his arms.
He took out a medicine bottle, took out a pill, crushed it, threw it into the tea bowl and handed it to Nangong Xi'er, "Drink it."
"Sir, the last time I saw you, you were still in your forties. Why do you look younger than me now?" Nangong Xi'er took the tea cup, surprised and happy, "Is it possible that you have really cultivated some kind of rejuvenation?"
Martial arts, you must teach me!"
"Hahahaha. I'm afraid that the next time you see me, I will be an eight-year-old boy. Then don't pay me back all the debts that I have bullied you as my teacher over the years." Dongfang Xiaoyue pointed to the place.
Teacup, "Drink."
"What is this?" Nangong Xi'er asked confused.
"Medicine to cure your injury." Dongfang Xiaoyue replied.
Nangong Xi'er wanted to ask again, but after thinking about it, she drank the tea in one gulp, and then asked: "Sir, do you know how to treat this injury?"
"No one in the world understands the injuries caused by the martial arts in the Immortal Book better than me. That martial arts not only sucks away your internal strength, but also causes damage to your Dantian." Dongfang Xiaoyue handed over the medicine bottle.
He gave it to Nangong Xi'er, "Take one of these pills before each exercise, and then with luck, all your injuries will be healed within ten days."
Nangong Xi'er nodded: "Sir, was he also injured by this immortal book back then?"
"Oh, I can't bear to look back on the past. I was beaten so hard by this martial arts that I couldn't even stand up." Dongfang Xiaoyue stood up and shook her sleeves, "I'm going to see that boy from the Su family. You take good care of your injuries."
"Sir, aren't you traveling around the world? How come you are here?" Nangong Xi'er frowned slightly, "Besides, do you know Su Baiyi?"
"It's a long story." Dongfang Xiaoyue walked over and scratched Nangong Xi'er's head, "In short, although Master is about to die, he will definitely protect you before he dies."
"Master, what are you talking about? You have already rejuvenated, how can you still die?" Nangong Xi'er thought Dongfang Xiaoyue was joking, but when she saw Dongfang Xiaoyue's serious expression, her heart tightened.
But Dongfang Xiaoyue immediately laughed: "Yes, yes. So I will always protect you. When you go down the mountain, you can do whatever you want. I am here."