Since reconciling with her sister, Fang Xiwen’s daily life has become regular.

Thinking about it, this is also the best choice. Firstly, he is not very angry, and secondly, this sister really dotes on him and is almost obedient.

Fang Xiwen's current life, in a word, is just hugging her thighs.

Since Fang Qingxiao also moved into Yunshui Inn and lived next door to him, the two would have breakfast together in the early morning, and then set off together to the practice room at the end of Xishui Street.

There, he would take the elixir, try to re-establish the foundation with the help of Fang Qingxiao, and be led several times through the Jingshi Book's mind skills training route.

After that, everyone practiced separately. Fang Qingxiao used her sword a thousand times, and Fang Xiwen meditated in the corner, occasionally raising his eyes to admire the swordsmanship.

Although it is impossible to learn it just by looking at it, it is not difficult to remember a few postures.

During her rest time, Fang Qingxiao would come over to guide him on how to make moves and teach him some combat experience, such as how to deal with various situations.

After practicing until noon, after taking a shower, we discussed where to eat on the road, took a lunch break after dinner, and then came to the practice room in the afternoon...

If you think about it carefully, except for sleeping, he follows Fang Qingxiao almost all the time.

Of course you are happy to say whether you are happy or not. Who can resist a beautiful sister who responds to your requests and spoils you in different ways every day?

‘At least I can’t do it.’ Fang Xiwen thought helplessly.

After completing the morning practice of Kung Fu, he sat up from the floor of the practice room, went to the corner to pick up his own wooden sword, and planned to study the Biluo Sword Technique.

The progress of rebuilding the foundation was faster than he expected. Although the Dantian looked dilapidated, the damage actually suffered was not that intense.

In just one week, he not only completed the foundation building, but also stepped into the realm of Qi accumulation.

At that time, my sister said with a smile that he was now considered a low-level expert, and Fang Xiwen could only blush.

He picked up the wooden sword, went to the corner of the practice room, and used the Biluo sword technique one by one.

The blue water is overwhelming, the blue sky is the sword sea, the blue sea is the heart of the sky——

Due to his insufficient cultivation, he could only put on a showy posture, but he did not have the lethality to be used in Luo Qingni's hands.

The blue water to the sky is AOE, but he can't cut out the sword energy; the blue sky sword sea is struck from above, breaking through at a single point; the blue sea and the heart of the sky are the killing move for the first time in the outdoor scene, which can kill the soul...

If you think about it carefully, although Luo Qingni doesn't know many moves, the structure is quite complete.

"This is wrong."

When he handed out the seventeenth sword, Fang Qingxiao appeared beside him at some point. The wooden sword hit three inches of his sword body, and his tone was cold: "It's wrong to use more force. Others only need to pick it lightly."

A sword move that can defeat you, like this——"

Ta!

Obviously without much force, Fang Xiwen's wooden sword was knocked out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Fang Qingxiao put away his wooden sword and looked at him sternly: "You are distracted."

"I was just thinking about my sister." Fang Xiwen smiled sheepishly.

"You..." The power was broken almost in a second, and he was immediately hugged hard. Fang Qingxiao rubbed his cheek and said softly: "I treat every sword strike as an actual battle, and I treat it as a real battle.

Get used to imagining different opponents and dealing with them.

I don’t ask Xiwen to do the same, but try to do it, okay?”

"I, I promise you."

Although similar things have happened many times, Fang Xiwen still couldn't adapt.

Being held like this and then whispered into the ear...how can one refuse?

Fortunately, Fang Qingxiao knew that she was sweating a lot, so she quickly let go of him, went to the wall to get a towel, wiped her long, slightly damp hair, and sat down to watch him draw his sword.

Fang Xiwen did not dare to neglect and mustered up all his energy.

This sister is easy to talk to most of the time, but when she is practicing, she is so strict that she looks like a different person.

"Xiwen, where did you get these sword moves?" Fang Qingxiao suddenly said, "Although they are very subtle, they don't look like those in the Jingshi Book."

"I learned it from a friend," Fang Xiwen didn't hide it. "It's called Biluo Sword Technique."

"Something sounds familiar."

"That's the girl who had a fight with you, sister."

"Her?" Fang Qingxiao's eyes lit up, and she quickly pulled him to sit next to her, "Do you know her?"

"Well, we are friends," Fang Xiwen put the sword in his hand and gently pushed Fang Qingxiao away, who was leaning closely, "Sister, it's so hot."

"You dislike me?"

"Huh? No..." After realizing that her sister was very excited now, Fang Xiwen knew that she had said the wrong thing.

Before he could run, he was knocked to the ground. Fang Qingxiao, who was wearing a large training uniform, was pressing on him. There were still some drops of water on his delicate collarbone. He pretended to be a little angry and asked: "Speak quickly, she

What's your name?"

"I, I've got all the moves, you go down first!"

"I dislike my sister so much, but I still want to stay close to you——"

After struggling for a while, Fang Xiwen was taken down without any suspense, and his hands and feet were locked.

Fang Qingxiao was behind him, holding his waist with her legs, and gently locking his neck with a pair of arms. She said with a smile: "Do you still dislike me?"

She controlled her strength very well and felt no pain at all, rather it was quite...

After he finished speaking, Fang Qingxiao let go of his hand and muttered in a low voice: "Luo Qingni...has his eyes opened..."

Fang Xiwen quickly ran out of a safe distance and asked from a distance: "Sister, are you interested in her?"

"Well, among all the enlightened masters I've met, only her swordsmanship can rival mine," Fang Qingxiao's eyes were fiery and her voice was rarely excited, "I really want to fight her again."
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Hearing this, Fang Xiwen thought about it and felt a little strange, "But I haven't seen her use it at all."

In his impression, when Luo Qingni fought with others, he basically relied on his swordsmanship to defeat him. The difference in skill level was too big.

"She hardly uses it," Fang Qingxiao nodded in agreement, "Maybe it consumes too much to activate the sword, or it may damage the source..."

The killing power of Biluo Sword Intent is so high, there is no reason not to use it... I'll ask next time.

"Why are you thinking so much?" Looking at her sister who was immersed in thinking, Fang Xiwen poured a bucket of cold water over her, "You hurt me so badly, only a ghost would be willing to fight you again!"

"This..." Fang Qingxiao suddenly realized. He glanced over and found that he ran away after provocation, and everyone almost slipped out of the practice room.

With a sneer, he saw a white shadow flying past and then turning back. The overestimating provocateur was caught, like a chicken caught in the hands of an eagle.

Fang Xiwen laughed twice and blinked, "Sister, I'm just kidding."

"Say what you just said again?"
Chapter completed!