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 pupils to look at her, and was about to speak. .
Ning Feiyan, who was under the table, noticed Su Jing's approach, and she 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 violated. He couldn't hold it in his throat, his body was trembling, 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 ravaged by persecution, he could really swallow all the cold words.
Su Jing was quiet for a moment, then sat down opposite him, reached out and touched his forehead, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Balian managed to speak: "I'm fine, thank you Miss Su Jing for your concern."
Su Jing hummed and retracted her palm, her cold eyes showing a bit of undetectable confusion, but she didn't say much.
After returning to her seat, perhaps because she had been reading all day, she seemed a little sleepy. She rested her arm on one hand, closed her eyelashes as long as butterfly wings, closed her eyes and took a light nap.
Bailian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her leaving.
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 twice at first.
Throughout the day, most of his admiring eyes lingered on the graceful and enchanting figure behind the curtain.
With such a stunning beauty reciting and teaching them in front of their eyes, there are only a few men who can devote themselves to studying 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 smug and hateful, her beautiful red lips curled up like a cat, which made Hongzhuang blush and feel hot, and she couldn't look straight at her anymore.
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, but no one of the nearly fifty mountaineering disciples can completely solve the dragon-snake sword formation.
The atmosphere in the classroom was inexplicably low in morale, and I couldn't help but worry about the future trip to Jiange.
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 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 your 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 smile appeared on Ying Xiu's face. He no longer glanced at the dial whose hands had turned half way, and threw it on the table, saying: "Auntie 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 Shen Bao. 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, he will not be able to do it at all. Cannot be broken.
He couldn't compare to Jiang Yunqin when it came to spiritual roots.
He couldn't match Qi Liancheng's understanding in swordplay.
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 about gains and losses in small matters, but when it comes to big matters, he knows how to choose.
"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. .”
Ying Xiu smiled helplessly and said, "But obviously, we all disappointed him."
He stood up, 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 has deeply failed his aunt's teachings, he has not gained nothing. Ying Xiu suddenly had an epiphany in his heart, and he still forgives tomorrow for not being able to attend the class in person. ”
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 composed obviously does not mean that he has given up on himself. Rather, it is better to say that in today's setbacks and adversity, he has found another way to climb the sword pavilion that belongs to him.
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.
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. Jiange, I'm afraid it's going to suffer a lot. "
This Prince Yingxiu is not very capable, but he is very thoughtful.
He could see through this, but he deliberately pointed out the truth in front of everyone. The other disciples who had originally 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, who had not performed very well 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 depressed look, Jiang Yunqin should have felt relieved.
Since this young man who has never looked at her seriously is able to end up in such a humiliating situation today, it is all because of his lack of self-awareness and his desire to show off in front of people like Qi Liancheng and Ying Xiu. It is not a big deal to bring humiliation to himself. Accident.
But for some reason, Jiang Yunqin's mood became inexplicably complicated when he saw that the young man with such endless tricks finally seemed to be completely suppressed and lost his arrogance.
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 bit of residual moisture in his black eyes.
His pupils were wet and moist, showing the slightest hint of confusion that he had not yet reacted to, and he was so docile that he was almost soft and bullying.
The daughter of a noble family from the Kingdom of Shu, under such gaze, her fingers felt tingling 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. 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.
He thought to himself 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 pupils turned clear. Before Qi Liancheng could kick him, a palm hidden under his body subconsciously protected Ning Feiyan's head.
The pointer that was dormant on the desk buzzed and drew a silver sword light in mid-air.
The contemptuous sneer on Qilian City suddenly froze. Before his feet could reach his feet, he felt as if he had been overturned 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 blunt-edged heavy sword from the sword box with his backhand.
The moment the heavy sword 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 force, the blunt edge comes out of the box and rubs 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 still had no intention of getting up from his seat.
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 pupils. 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's sword instantly suppressed the rumbling sound of the ancient bell.
Before everyone could see how the inconspicuous little sword breathed 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 sword kept flying in the air exquisitely, and the sword energy was connected end to end, creating the impression 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 turned into scrap metal.
A small sword as big as a fine needle, its tip faintly revealing the sword's intent, was hovering in front of Qi Liancheng's eyebrows.
Qi Liancheng's rapidly shrinking pupils have not yet recovered, and cold sweat keeps dripping from his forehead, falling into the corners of his eyes, and the pain is unbearable.
He swallowed hard and looked straight at the little sword that had come to life, with chills running down his spine.
Ying Xiu's eyes, which had lost all emotion, were dark and motionless, inexplicably strange.
It wasn't until Bai Lian raised his eyes that the small sword hovering between Qi Liancheng's eyebrows seemed to have received some instructions, spinning leisurely in the air and returned to Bai Lian'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 mean 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 was ruined like that, but he could 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 choices and some touching words of advice were really not worth mentioning in front of this young man who had never spoken any pretentious 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 roots of the dead can also sense the soul of the sword. It seems that the Tianxi Sword Sect , there is really going to be a second Quhe Star.”
