Mo Wen looked at the girl on the bed inexplicably. Her whole body was huddled in the soft animal skin blanket, only a small head was exposed, and her two small white hands revealed a few white jade-like green onion fingers, tightly grasping the blanket, and from
Her closed eyes and slightly trembling body showed that she was very nervous.
Mo Wen had some doubts as to whether he had entered the wrong room, but after careful confirmation, he found that this was the only master bedroom in the yard, and as the sword master, it seemed that he should sleep here.
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Wen asked: "Don't you have a room?"
The girl shrank her head into the blanket and answered him with slightly trembling eyes.
Mo Wen was even more confused. What did this mean? Could it be to warm his bed? It seems that he used to be in the Sword Making Villa. There was indeed a maid who warmed his bed every winter. He didn't expect that the Spirit Sword Master also had a sword maid.
I couldn't help but feel happy about the service in this area. Fortunately, the one I received was a woman. If it had been a man, I would have felt a chill in my heart.
He coughed lightly and said to Ling Xueer: "Come down, you won't need to warm the bed, and you won't need it in the future."
Ling Xueer opened her eyes, her big black and white eyes flashed at Mo Wen a few times, and then she said with a solemn and solemn face: "You can do it yourself, I, I won't resist."
Mo Wen frowned, what is this? After looking at the girl who seemed to have no intention of getting out of bed, Mo Wen also lost his patience and lay down wherever he wanted. It didn't matter whether he used a bed or not. He shook his head and walked towards the bedroom.
Seat, sit on it and just close your eyes and relax.
Ling Xueer seemed even more frightened when she saw Mo Wen's actions, with a look of despair in her eyes and a look of death on her face. She opened the animal skin quilt to reveal her neatly dressed body, stretched out her little hands and began to untie her clothes.
Mo Wen, who was closing his eyes and dozing, suddenly heard a rustling sound, frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked towards the bed, suddenly becoming a little dull.
"What are you doing?"
Ling Xueer had completely untied her sword robe and was unbuttoning her underwear. After hearing this, she raised her head and glanced at Mo Wen, with a blank look on her face, but the movements in her hands did not stop.
Seeing Ling Xueer's numb and desperate face, Mo Wen seemed to understand something. He was at a loss for words for a moment. A twelve-year-old girl actually...
"You stop."
Ling Xueer honestly stopped her movements this time, and her obscene clothes had been half untied, revealing a large area of the girl's unique snow-white and rosy skin.
Mo Wen looked at her with a headache: "Do you know what you are doing now?"
"Go to bed."
Mo Wen said seriously: "You are my sword servant, not a sword slave or a maid. These things are not what you should do."
Ling Xueer was obviously stunned for a moment, and said blankly: "Shouldn't a swordsman do these things? But many sisters did this in the past."
Mo Wen knew what the problem was. He had also heard about some bad habits in the world of spirit sword masters, but due to limitations of his own experience, he did not have much time to pay attention to them. It was a very common phenomenon for some spirit sword masters to sleep with sword attendants.
The master specializes in collecting young and beautiful women. They serve as sword attendants in name, but in fact they do it to satisfy their own selfish desires. They are equivalent to sword slaves. However, most of those women are not high in cultivation or have no cultivation. They are unable to resist their sword masters and can only
Bear it silently.
"Get dressed." Mo Wen calmed down, his calm tone revealing a hint of irresistible majesty.
Ling Xueer shivered, quickly put her clothes back on, and stood timidly by the bed.
Although the spirit sword master is powerful, he is still a mortal who needs to drink water and eat. If the spirit sword master has to do all these trivial matters in life, where will there be time to practice? Therefore, the spirit sword master recruits sword attendants to take care of the spirit.
Some of the trivial matters in the sword master's daily life, and when there is nothing else, the sword master also has to give guidance on practice, which is equivalent to an exchange of equal value. I work for you, and you have to guide me in practice, which is also equivalent to a different kind of master-disciple relationship. From
There are many examples of master-slave relationships evolving into true master-disciple relationships. Mo Wen also despises those spirit sword masters who use the name of 'Sword Attendant' to satisfy their own selfish desires, such as the four Azhu girls, who are nominally disciples of the Wanjian Sect.
, were accepted as sword attendants by Yan Ping. In fact, Yan Ping only regarded them as a training cauldron. However, the cauldron died before they could be cultivated. It was considered the four girls' luck.
Ling Xueer had met too many such dirty spirit sword masters, so she was resistant to becoming a swordsman. She blackened her face and pretended to be a man, hoping to escape the clutches of those spirit sword masters. Unexpectedly, she was eventually killed by Mo Wen
After seeing through it, how could she, an ordinary girl, dare to resist a spirit sword master riding a tall monster? She reluctantly became Mo Wen's sword attendant.
"You are my Sword Attendant. We have an equal trading relationship. You only need to do what the Sword Attendant should do. You don't need to think too much about other things. Go back to sleep."
Ling Xueer still couldn't believe that things were over like this, but after hearing what Mo Wen said, she immediately felt happy. She didn't dare to stay longer, and ran out like a little rabbit, and the room immediately became quiet.
Seeing the open door swaying left and right in the cold wind, Mo Wen shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to accept this girl...
Early on the next morning, Mo Wen rushed to the sword platform located in the center of Xinxue Villa. Ling Xueer followed obediently behind, carrying a spirit sword that was almost half the length of her body. From time to time, she peeked at Mo Wen who was walking in front.
Asking, like a thief.
When he arrived at the sword platform, Mo Wen realized that he seemed to have arrived a little early. There were only a few spirit sword masters wearing the uniforms of Tianchi Sword Sect disciples practicing swordsmanship on the sword platform.
Was he the only one to sign up? Not knowing how long he would have to wait, Mo Wen said directly to Ling Xue'er behind him: "Xue'er, practice the Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique you learned."
"Yeah!" Ling Xueer's eyes lit up, and she jumped onto the sword platform with excitement. She pulled out her Qingming Sword and started practicing steadily. Soon, a small spiritual aura took shape around her.
Mo Wen looked at it carefully, and finally had to admit the fact that this woman's understanding was the highest he had ever seen since he entered the world of spirit sword masters. She performed a set of Great Zhoutian Sword Techniques perfectly smoothly, without any sluggishness, like
It is an old swordsman who has been immersed in the Great Zhou Tian Sword Art for decades, and has transformed from form to spirit! It is hard to imagine that this is being used by a twelve-year-old girl who has just come into contact with the spirit sword.
The four or five disciples of the Tianchi Sword Sect around them stopped involuntarily. These people were all still young, and their cultivation levels were all at the sword cultivation level. However, when they saw Ling Xueer's Great Zhoutian Sword Technique, they all looked ashamed, because none of them were
I can guarantee that my understanding of the Great Zhou Heavenly Sword Technique is better than that of this little girl who is not yet underage.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! I didn't expect that this small city of Xixue would have such outstanding jade. Little girl, how about being my sword attendant? I have the Tao Mu Xing Sword Technique, which is very suitable for your practice."
With a cheer, an old man with green bamboo printed on his robe appeared on the edge of the sword platform, twirling his beard and smiling at Ling Xueer on the stage, and behind him were two young men of thirteen or fourteen years old carrying swords.
Both men and women have red lips and handsome teeth. What's rare is that the two little ones have very similar looks, and they are actually twins from the same mother!
Hearing the old man's voice, Ling Xue'er was startled. Her sword movements immediately became scattered and she could no longer continue her performance. She stood there a little helpless, and finally surrendered to Mo Wen looking for help.
Noticing Ling Xueer's demeanor, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Wen, who was standing not far away. When he saw Da Hui napping behind Mo Wen, his pupils shrank slightly, showing a trace of fear.
"This fellow swordsman invited me, the old man Tianzhu of Yinshan Mountain, to pay Yinzhu. This is my swordsman's sword attendant? I wonder if I can transfer my love to you? I will exchange it for the 300th-level spiritual stone." The old man said with certainty.
Mo Wen asked, the level 311 spiritual stone was definitely not low. In some secular cities, it was enough to buy hundreds of beautiful girls, and the twin siblings behind him only spent fifty spiritual stones.
Mo Wen looked at the twin siblings behind Fu Yinzhu, and with the sensitivity of his sword sense, he could clearly sense that the Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang of the siblings had long been lost, and a faint murderous intention was slowly brewing.
Fu Yinzhu was very sensitive to Mo Wen's murderous intention. His expression changed slightly and he said solemnly: "Swordsman, if you don't want to, forget it. I have no intention of becoming your enemy."
Mo Wen restrained his murderous intent, looked at him deeply, and ignored him. He was not a saint, he was just a rootless duckweed who didn't even dare to show his true face to others, and was unable to meddle in other people's business.
Ling Xueer silently walked down the sword platform with Qingming Sword in her arms and walked quickly to Mo Wen's side.
Seeing the spirit sword held by Ling Xueer, Fu Yinzhu let out a sigh. He looked carefully but couldn't see clearly. There was a layer of weird restrictions on it that tightly sealed the spiritual power of the spirit sword, making it impossible to tell whether it was real or not.
Mo Wen only has a few second-order spiritual swords in his hands now. All the first-order spiritual swords and most of the second-order spiritual swords were left by him in the Hidden Sword Sect to enrich the Sword Sect's heritage. The Qingming Sword given to Ling Xueer is naturally a second-order spiritual sword.
It is of high quality, and is of the second-level mid-grade, but it is sealed by a restriction that is integrated with the sword's intention. Unless one understands the sword's intention, everyone can see the reality of the spiritual sword, but it just feels weird.
"This is a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pill. Dissolve it with water and take it ten times. The interval between each time should not be less than ten days."
A jade bottle hit Ling Xue'er's head, and Ling Xue'er hurriedly caught it. She flattened her little mouth and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She rubbed her little head and walked behind Mo Wen.
About an hour later, two Jian Gang Ling Sword Masters appeared on the edge of the sword platform one after another. One of them was wearing a white robe, and the other was wearing a red robe. They were both old men with an old appearance.
Sword Gang Spirit Sword Masters can generally adjust their appearance. When a person looks very old from the outside, either he doesn't care about his appearance, or his life span is short and he doesn't have the extra energy to take care of it. And what's happening in front of him is that he doesn't care about his appearance.
Several Jian Gang old men obviously belong to the latter group. Mo Wen could tell from the life source auras on their bodies that these people were all over three hundred years old. For Jian Gang Ling Sword Master, three hundred years old is already considered twilight years.
, because the maximum lifespan of a Jian Gang Ling Sword Master is four hundred.
The three of them are all in the early stage of Jian Gang. Judging from their somewhat mixed sword energy, they are not practicing top sword techniques. They can be promoted to Jian Gang purely by accumulating time. Such people are in Jian Zong.
They are generally marginal figures and will not invest much resources. The best outcome is to be the deacons and elders of the inner sect, be sent abroad or stay in the sect for retirement. Only the Tianchi Sword Sect, which is extremely short of manpower, will be interested in these spirit sword masters.
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"Haha, are all the swordsmen here?"
With a long laugh, Qi Yuanhai appeared on the scene, looking at everyone with a smile, but when he saw Mo Wen, it was quite meaningful.
"Everyone, there may be some of you who don't know me yet. Let me introduce myself. I am the master of the Jiying Hall of the Tianchi Sword Sect. All the selection matters of the guests and elders in the sect are under my management. This time, the assessment of the four swordsmen are all under my control.
I am personally responsible for it."
In addition to Fu Yinzhu, the other two spirit sword masters who had just arrived had impatient expressions on their faces. Among them, the old man in a fiery red robe said arrogantly: "If you want to take the test, start it quickly. My time is precious. That Furnace Three
I’m still waiting for the furnace to be turned into a big repayment pill.”
Qi Yuanhai's expression remained unchanged, but there was an imperceptible coldness in his eyes, and he waved his hand: "Then I won't waste your time. Please follow me to ask for advice."
Dozens of sword lights and a demonic beast with wings on its back rose from the Xixue Villa and shot towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains.
A quarter of an hour later, it landed at the foot of a mountain.
In front of everyone's eyes, a stone staircase leads straight from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and a huge mountain gate stands on the top of the snow-capped mountain.
"Everyone, that is the mountain gate of our Tianchi Sword Sect. If you want to become a member of our Tianchi Sword Sect, you must first walk to the top of the mountain from the 'Wenxin Road'." Qi Yuanhai pointed to the straight stone passage with a smile on his lips.
With a smile.
"Isn't it just a stone staircase? I go up first!" The old man in red robe glanced at the stone steps contemptuously and strode towards the stone steps.
Qi Yuanhai didn't stop him, folded his arms and stepped aside, smiling as he watched the red-robed old man's movements.
On the hilltop not far away, a large group of people appeared, including disciples wearing Tianchi Sword Sect costumes and residents of Xixue City. They seemed very excited to point at this place.
"The market is open, the market is open! Bet on the first ten levels, you will lose two! Bet on the first fifty levels, you will lose five! Bet on the first hundred levels, you will lose ten! Bet on the one who passes the hundred levels, you will lose thirty!"
Light-bodied spirit swordsmen jumped out one after another, dragging large sacks and shouting loudly.
"I bet on three spirit stones in the first ten levels!"
"I bet ten spirit stones for the first hundred levels!"
"I bet he can pass one hundred levels! Twenty spirit stones!"
"..."
In an inconspicuous corner among the crowd, two Tianchi Sword Sect disciples gathered together, looking at the foot of the mountain with great interest.
"Brother Luo, do you want to bet?" Liu Rui smiled and said to a slender and handsome young man next to him.
Luo Liubing snorted softly: "If you want to bet on yourself, bet on a bunch of swindling trash. I really don't know why the sect spent so much effort to recruit so many trash?"
"You can't say that. The few guest elders we recruited in the past few years are still so powerful that even the second senior brother is not sure of winning." Liu Rui said noncommittally.
"There are only a few people there. The Sword Sect spent so much effort and invested so many resources, only to receive a lot of waste that was free to eat and drink!"
"Senior brother, please be careful what you say. If Uncle Qi hears it, you will be rewarded." Liu Rui said with a bitter smile.
Although Luo Liubing's eyes were full of disdain, he stopped talking and looked coldly at the old man in red robe below who was walking on the road of asking the heart.dd