Balian took a breath, worried about what he would see from Su Jing's angle. He couldn't help but sit up straight, his upper body trembling and lying on the table. He slowly raised a pair of wet black eyes to look at her, and was about to speak.
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Ning Feiyan, who was under the table, noticed Su Jing's approach and whispered something into Hongzhuang's ear.
Hongzhuang shook her head vigorously, but her eyes were very moved.
The most exciting thing is to harm people with your sister!
Both sides of Balian's waist were harmed. He couldn't hold it in his throat and couldn't lift it up. His body was shaking, and he almost burst into laughter several times.
The dark eyes that were hazy by the mist became more and more wet and pitiful, and the ends of the eyes were wet and red. She was biting her sleeves to hold back her smile. The eyebrows and eyes that were soaked by the mist were so deep that Su Jing looked straight into them.
She originally wanted to use an inhumane and cold expression to teach him around the corner, so as to prevent him from suffering alone.
But right now, with his pitiful and moist appearance, which was being ravaged by persecution, he could really swallow all the cold words.
Su Jing was quiet for a moment, sat down opposite him, reached out and touched his forehead, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Balian reluctantly said: "I'm fine. Thank you Miss Su Jing for your concern."
Su Jing hummed and retracted her palm. Her cold eyes contained a bit of undetectable confusion, but she didn't say anything more.
After returning to her seat, she seemed a little sleepy, perhaps because she had been reading all day. She rested her head on one hand, closed her eyelashes as long as butterfly wings, closed her eyes and took a light nap.
When Balian saw her leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After several rounds of torture, all the bones in his body were softened by these two female demons, but in front of everyone, he couldn't escape or hide, let alone let others notice anything strange.
Ning Feiyan was determined to drive him down the mountain.
The seven sticks of incense were finally burned out, and the class time was completely over.
A day passed, and Ying Xiu's face had never looked better.
Qi Liancheng made no further progress except for letting the pointer on the dial successfully rotate for two turns at first.
Throughout the day, most of his admiring eyes lingered on that graceful and enchanting figure behind the curtain.
With such a stunning beauty reciting and teaching them in front of their eyes, how many men can concentrate on their studies seriously?
Qi Liancheng seemed to be possessed by a demon, and he didn't know why it was so difficult to control his heart. He kept swearing secretly that he would use any means in his life to get the woman in front of him who could only be seen from a distance but not touch.
He simply couldn't imagine how touching it would be for this woman to bow her head under him one day in the future.
Ning Feiyan's head resting on Bai Lian's lap slowly raised, with a coquettish smile, she pointed at the red scar on his waist with her finger, and said jokingly: "Master, look, your lips are the same color as mine.
…”
Ning Feiyan's smile was both smug and hateful, her beautiful red lips curled up like a cat, which made Hongzhuang blush and feel hot, and she could no longer look straight at her.
The incense in front of the desk has burned out, the wind and snow outside the window have stopped, a gray and dim sun hangs far away under the Western Mountains, a gray and cold light sweeps across the sky, and the sky becomes dim and low.
Su Jing, who was sitting in a corner, had left without knowing when he came. He came without a sound and left without a trace.
A whole day has passed, and among the nearly fifty mountaineering disciples, no one has been able to completely solve the Dragon-Snake Sword Formation.
The atmosphere in the class was inexplicably low in morale, and I couldn't help but worry about the trip to Jiange in the future.
Ji Yan's voice slowly sounded from behind the curtain: "Today's classwork is over. If you still have questions, there is still one day of class time tomorrow. If you are interested in attending the class tomorrow, you can leave your name."
Yingxiu looked at the dial in his hand and thought for a long time.
Finally, he slowly exhaled, shook his head and said: "The Dragon-Snake Sword Formation of the Tianxi Sword Sect is about self-realization, not hard study. It's hard to do this in life. I don't know tomorrow. It's just one year, ten years."
Years may not be able to fully understand..."
Saying this, a self-deprecating wry smile appeared on Ying Xiu's face. He no longer glanced at the dial that had already turned half of its pointer, and threw it on the table, saying: "My aunt set up this school today, it must be...
What do you mean, Father?"
The Dragon-Snake Sword Formation is a strange formation of the Sword Sect. It was created by Master Shenbao. Now it has been copied by five sword masters. Each of them has his own sword soul hidden in the sword formation. If he is not a true genius, there will be no sword formation at all.
Cannot be broken.
In terms of spiritual root, he is not as good as Jiang Yunqin.
He can't match Qi Liancheng's understanding in the art of sword fighting.
Although Ying Xiu felt depressed about this, there was really nothing he could do.
But this does not mean that he chooses to give up. The dragon-snake sword formation hidden in the dial is indeed of great help in selecting skills in the sword pavilion.
Ying Xiu may have a lot of concerns over small things, but when it comes to big things, he knows how to make choices.
"The Dragon-Snake Sword Formation is very difficult for people to understand. Father, he may have already expected that no one will be able to pass the test in today's class, but he still wants to see if another Jinsheng will be born two hundred years later.
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Ying Xiu smiled helplessly and said, "But obviously, we all disappointed him."
He stood up from his clothes, with a bitter smile on his face, but there was no longer any attachment to the dial in his eyes.
Ying Xiu bowed deeply in the direction of the curtain and said: "Today's lesson, although Ying Xiu deeply regretted his aunt's teachings, he did not gain nothing. Suddenly, Ying Xiu had an epiphany in his heart, and he still forgives tomorrow for not being able to attend the class in person.
Already."
He retreated without any hesitation, which surprised everyone in the lecture.
His Royal Highness, the Prince's free and easy way of letting go and being calm and collected, obviously does not mean that he has given up on himself. Rather, it is better to say that he has found his own way to the Jiange in the face of today's setbacks and adversity.
Ning Feiyan couldn't help but kick Bailian's calf, and said with a chuckle: "I originally thought that the crown prince of Zhongyou, Ying Xiu, was corrupted by his gold and jade, but now it seems that there are two brushes in his sleeves.
He actually saw that the dial I specially prepared today seemed to be of great help to the sword pavilion in the future, but in fact it was very harmful. If I could completely understand this sword formation, it would be okay. If I only know a little bit about it and can't understand it, then I'm done.
Jiange, I’m afraid it’s going to suffer a lot.”
This Prince Yingxiu may not be very capable, but he is very thoughtful.
He was able to see through this, but he deliberately pointed out the truth in front of everyone. The other disciples who had planned to come here tomorrow to listen to the lecture and continue to study were suddenly enlightened and instantly understood the stakes.
In this way, His Highness the Crown Prince, whose performance was not very impressive today, suddenly stood out from the crowd again.
In the classroom, people were preparing to leave one after another.
Ying Xiu looked at the piles of discarded papers on Bailian's desk and the mottled ink stains on the desk, and the sarcasm in his eyes was well concealed.
Jiang Yunqin had already packed up her textbooks and was about to get up and leave. Following Ying Xiu's gaze, she couldn't help but look at Bailian a few more times.
I saw that he had stopped writing in his hand, and his sitting posture was no longer as upright and polite as when he first started class. His spine seemed to have been emptied out, half slumped and half leaning.
His usually dark and bright eyes were filled with moisture, and he hung his head listlessly, staring blankly into the void as if his eyes had lost focus.
Seeing his lost and dejected look, Jiang Yunqin should have felt relieved.
Since this young man who has never looked at her seriously can end up in such a humiliating situation today, it is all because of his lack of self-awareness. He still wants to show off in front of people like Ying Xiu in Qilian City. It is not a big deal to bring humiliation to himself.
Accident.
But somehow, seeing that the young man with such endless tricks finally seemed to be completely suppressed and lost his arrogance, Jiang Yunqin's mood became inexplicably complicated.
Thinking about the river, Jiang Yunqin still couldn't hold it back and asked softly: "Are you okay?"
Balian raised his bloodless face and glanced at Jiang Yunqin. There was still a little residual moisture in his black eyes.
His pupils were wet and moist, revealing the slightest hint of confusion that he had yet to react to, and he was so docile that he was almost soft and bullyable.
The daughter of a noble family in the Kingdom of Shu, under such gaze, her fingers felt numb for no reason.
"It's okay." Balian's thoughts seemed a little slow at the moment, and his voice was weak and weak as if he had just woken up from sleep. His non-aggressive appearance could easily arouse the girl's evil thoughts.
Jiang Yunqin's breathing stagnated for a few seconds, and she swallowed unconsciously as she looked at him.
I thought to myself that after such a good lesson, the young man must have been influenced by the seductive woman under the curtain.
Why is this little look in her eyes so attractive to a girl...
Qi Liancheng looked gloomy and couldn't help but kick Bailian's desk and said impatiently: "Trash, when are you going to go down the mountain?"
The mist in Bai Lian's eyes suddenly became clear. Before Qi Liancheng could kick him, a palm hidden under his body subconsciously protected Ning Feiyan's head.
The pointer that had been dormant on the desk buzzed up, drawing a silver sword light in mid-air.
The contemptuous sneer on Qilian City suddenly froze. Before his feet could reach his feet, his whole body was knocked over and run over by a giant beast. He was blasted several meters away, knocking desks and chairs apart.
fall.
His hair was disheveled and he was extremely embarrassed. He never thought that Balian would suddenly resort to any means.
He stood up in anger and quickly pulled out a dark green heavy sword with a blunt edge from the sword case.
The moment the epee came out of the box, everyone suddenly felt an overwhelming weight coming from all directions. A group of young disciples standing in the classroom became unsteady and staggered under the terrible pressure.
Ying Xiu calmly took half a step back, just in time to avoid Qi Liancheng's heavy attack, and frowned at the sword in his hand: "Tingshan sword?"
One of the ten famous swords of Qin State.
It seems that Qilian City is really highly valued by the royal family of the Qin State. This selection of disciples actually brought out all the Tingshan Swords from the national treasure house.
With a strong forward energy, the blunt edge came out of the box and wiped out the heavy sound of the ancient bell hitting the mountain.
How could Jiang Yunqin's mortal body withstand the sound waves erupted from this terrifying sword force? She covered her ears and screamed, but her eyes subconsciously looked at Bailian.
In response to that powerful and domineering sword strike, Balian sat in his seat and still had no intention of getting up.
Seeing Qi Liancheng slashing with his sword with a ferocious look on his face, he raised his gaze, and there was green light blooming in the depths of his eyes. The small pocket sword dancing in the air also gave birth to a Qingming Sword Qi, and the sword moved like a dragon. The snake met the dark green heavy front, and the clear sound of the snake chanting sword instantly suppressed the rumbling sound of the ancient bell.
Before everyone could see how the inconspicuous little sword was breathing out sword energy, they saw the small sword exuding misty green energy circling around the heavy sword like a snake dancing with a dragon. The sword energy was like flowing clouds and white catkins, seemingly frivolous. Like mist, it is always firmly attached to the broad and blunt epee.
Qi Liancheng's movement of swinging the sword was suddenly cut off, as if he was frozen. Qi Liancheng suddenly raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes reflected the flying appearance of the small sword, and his pupils shrank violently.
Buzz——
The rotating small swords are flying in the air exquisitely and endlessly, and the sword energy is connected end to end, creating the momentum of a young dragon swallowing a python.
The terrifying white sword energy suddenly twisted like a snake entangled, and the Tingshan Sword, one of the ten famous swords of the Qin Kingdom, made a terrifying buzzing sound and began to twist and disorder.
The inscriptions on the Tingshan sword were completely destroyed in an instant, and it was obviously reduced to scrap metal.
A small sword as big as a fine needle, the tip of which revealed a faint sword intent, was hovering in front of Qi Liancheng's eyebrows.
Qi Liancheng's rapidly shrinking pupils have not yet recovered, and cold sweat is dripping from his forehead, falling into the corners of his eyes, and the pain is unbearable.
He swallowed hard and looked straight at the 'living' little sword, a chill running down his spine.
Ying Xiu's eyes, which had lost all emotion, were dark and motionless, inexplicably strange.
It wasn't until Balian raised his eyes that the small sword hovering between Qilian Cheng's brows seemed to have received some instructions, spinning leisurely in the air and returned to Balian's finger.
Such an appearance is clearly the sign of great spiritual achievement and the sword soul has figured it out!
Bai Lian looked at Qi Liancheng calmly, but the hand under the table pinched the back of Ning Feiyan's neck and said, "Now, do I still need to go down the mountain?"
The group of disciples who were originally waiting to see Balian's joke were so frightened that their eyebrows trembled, and their moods were still uneasy.
Didn’t you say the root of death?!
Didn’t he say that he relied on women’s tricks to become the embroidered pillow of the lord of Xianling City?!
The dial is so ruined, but you can still sit in a small corner and perform the Dragon Snake Sword Formation silently?
At the last moment of the class, Ying Xiu's generous and neat choice and some touching words of advice were really not worth mentioning in front of this young man who had never spoken nonsense nonsense.
Jiang Yunqin looked at Bai Lian, who was sitting in a corner with no expression of sadness or joy, and couldn't hide the amazement and shock in his eyes.
Qi Liancheng's hands, which were sore from being twisted by the sword energy, let go, and the severely damaged Tingshan sword crashed to the ground.
There was no longer any contempt in his eyes, and he couldn't even bear the thought of arguing with Balian about the destruction of the spiritual sword.
He bowed deeply to Balian and said: "I gathered with you today, and I realized that in this world, there are really people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and the root of the dead can also sense the soul of the sword. It seems that the Tianxi Sword Sect , the second Quhe Star is really going to be released.”