"Okay, okay, Master and Uncle Fang don't argue anymore. Xue'er sees Uncle Fang because he has never seen a monk using the piano. I have been in Zangfeng Valley for a while, and I have only seen Master and Uncle Fang.
Senior Brother Feiye took out his weapons, all of which were swords. He had not seen a monk using a harp for a while, so he took a few more curious glances. Hearing that Uncle Fang called himself a qin cultivator, he realized that the monk who used the harp was called a qin cultivator.
."
Shi Yingxue almost laughed out loud in her heart, but she didn't want her master and Senior Fang to really have a quarrel, not to mention that Senior Fang was already at the first level of fusion, and her master was only at the fifth level. In a fight, her master would definitely be the weaker one. Shi
Yingxue felt sorry for her master and quickly interjected.
"Huh!" Baili Jian's head almost reached the sky. He put away his sword, brought Shi Yingxue to him with a smile, and said proudly: "My disciple naturally likes me the most.
Who likes a effeminate old man like you?"
"I think you really want to be beaten today, but I won't argue with you." The gentle smile on Fang Wuhui's face instantly cracked. He took a deep breath, put away his piano, and landed lightly on the ground.
He is dressed in the spirit of an immortal. "Xue girl, come to my uncle. Your master is a swordsman, and swordsmen are violent maniacs! Your little girl, it is best to learn piano from your uncle. You can play the piano gracefully and calmly, and you have a good moral character."
There is nothing more beautiful than nourishing one’s nature.”
Baili Jian was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. Dao marks were looming under his feet, and he looked like he was about to draw his sword and fight to the death.
Shi Yingxue slapped Baili Jian on the wrist, and ran to Fang Wuhui on his short legs.
When Fang Wuhui looked at it, Yingxue ran towards him and glanced at Baili Jian very proudly: "How about it? As I said, there are no girls in this world who don't like beautiful things."
Unexpectedly, Yingxue bowed in front of him and said clearly: "Uncle Master, Xue'er doesn't want to be a piano repairer."
The pride on Fang Wuhui's face instantly solidified, and this time his face became full of pride like Bailijian.
"Why? Wow, how many female disciples chased your uncle and me back then and wanted to become piano cultivators with me, but you didn't like it anymore?" The confusion on Fang Wuhui's face was true. There is no girl in the family who doesn't love beauty, and piano cultivators
The graceful posture and the smooth flow of the piano dance add two points of magnanimity, which is the icing on the cake for a beautiful woman, making her magnificent.
Nowadays, most of the famous female monks in the Cultivation Continent are all piano cultivators. Why did she not want to be a piano cultivator when Shi Yingxue arrived here?
Shi Yingxue smiled and shook her head: "Uncle, the Qin Xiu's appearance is incomparably beautiful. Uncle Shi also came out of the dust. Xue'er also sighed in her heart about Uncle Shi's grace, but I have an obsession and have long been determined to do it.
After the sword is repaired, Xueer has no choice but to give up this beauty."
This was not because Shi Yingxue wanted to flatter her master and deliberately rejected Fang Wuhui. She really wanted to become a swordsman.
For no other reason than to see the last face of her mother that day on Xuan Shui Jue. The woman she admired the most in her life drew her sword out of its sheath, shouted "Sword comes", and protected her behind her, leaving her alone.
Broken into pieces of light.
"Here comes the sword! The thief wants to take my daughter's life. He must step over my husband and I first!"
From then on, Shi Yingxue wanted to be a person like her mother and father, holding a long sword in her hand, with sword energy that could span thirty thousand miles, cut mountains and rivers, and break the world. No matter how evil or evil they were, they could be destroyed with just one sword.
Can break all laws.
When she first learned to write, her mother taught her a poem.
"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen states are cold with one sword."
The gentle voices of her mother and father reciting poems were still in her ears. Even though Shi Yingxue still didn't understand the meaning of this poem, she still had an inexplicable feeling for the sword in her heart.
Her mother-in-law and father are both good at using swords. Sometimes when the mood comes, they will perform a sword dance under the peach blossom branches, with their clothes fluttering and peach blossoms like rain. This is probably what Shi Yingxue has in mind.
The most beautiful picture.
Baili Jian looked at the determined look on his young apprentice's face and frowned slightly.
Although on the surface he was fighting to the death with Fang Wuhui, it was just a matter of words. In fact, he had no intention of letting Shi Yingxue follow him in sword cultivation.
Shi Yingxue has a heavenly spiritual root of the water system. It stands to reason that the most suitable person for her is a piano cultivator who uses sound to control objects and breaks wounds with waves, or a magic cultivator who controls magic weapons and kills enemies behind formations. Xiang is very good at fighting.
Sword cultivators with burning murderous intentions are actually not suitable for water-based spiritual roots. Instead, they are more suitable for unstoppable metal-based spiritual roots, or all-encompassing earth-based spiritual roots.
"Yingxue, tell the master, why do you need to practice swordsmanship? Is it because the master and senior brother practice swordsmanship?" Baili Jian walked to Shi Yingxue, squatted down and looked directly at her.
There was only a hint of determination in Shi Yingxue's big eyes. When she heard Baili Jian ask this, a look of what might be called nostalgia appeared in her eyes: "It's not because of master and senior brother, nor because of uncle. If today master and senior
If my uncle comes over, my master will practice piano, and my uncle will practice swordsmanship, I will follow him in swordsmanship."
Baili Jian doesn't quite understand how there is any nostalgia for such a small baby.
But Baili Jian also knows that in this world, everyone has their own secrets and obsessions.
For example, he himself has...
"There are two people who are very important to me who are sword cultivators. I want to be like them in the future." Shi Yingxue's smile was complicated and inconsistent with her age. Maybe there was yearning, maybe sadness, maybe
If you have high morale, you may have a goal.
Baili Jian could see clearly.
If there was still room for change, Baili Jian still wanted to persuade Shi Yingxue to give up the sword and follow the piano, but he clearly saw that Shi Yingxue was obsessed with it. If he forced her not to practice swordsmanship, she might have a demon in her heart and accidentally
Got astray.
"Since you have understood clearly, I will not dissuade you." Baili Jian was open-minded. Since Shi Yingxue wanted to do what she wanted to do, she just wanted to be happy. The life of a monk can be short or long.
It’s not short, time flies, and sometimes living happily is the best thing in life.
Fang Wuhui and Baili Jian had roughly the same idea. Seeing that Shi Yingxue had her own idea, she didn't say anything more and just smiled and said something haha: "Xue girl has such ambitions! With one sword out of its sheath,
You are unstoppable, Girl Xue will be the number one sword cultivator in our Zangfeng Valley from now on!"
Shi Yingxue was always modest. Neither Baili Jian nor Fang Wuhui expected Shi Yingxue to respond to this joke. Unexpectedly, the little girl curled her lips, innocent and confident: "That's natural!"
Feiye happened to get a meal for four people from outside. He heard Shi Yingxue's heroic words from a distance. He paused slightly and moved the corners of his mouth. He didn't know what he said, but finally turned into a gentle sigh.
When he came in, he saw Baili Jian taking out his sword with gentle eyes and carefully handing it to Shi Yingxue.
This sword is very sharp, and you can tell at just one glance that it is a good sword that blows and cuts hair.
"If you use the water spirit root to practice walking with a sword, I'm afraid you will get twice the result with half the effort. Now that you have thought about it, I just want you to be happy, not to have any knots in your heart, and to get what you want."
Shi Yingxue put her fingers lightly on the sword, then retracted her hand, as if she had been chilled, but her eyes gradually became firm, and she suddenly lifted her robe and knelt before Bailijian's robe.
In front of the sword, whether because of her natural awe for the sword or because of her admiration for this sword that had been stained with countless blood, she kowtowed deeply three times.