Su Jing moved the stool and sat a little closer. She rolled up her sleeves and groped into the ice water, saying, "I saw it when Wen Cong was taking off your clothes just now. Ah... I found it."
Bailian's face suddenly turned red and embarrassed, his body tightened, and goosebumps appeared one by one.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Su Jing!"
What does this guy mean!
No matter how stupid you are, you still have to have a temper, right?
Even if they are not interested in being intimate between men and women, the same-sex relationship cannot be so unrestrained!
Su Jing opened her eyes wide, saw his strange appearance, and quickly let go and shouted: "Wen Hanwei! Wen Hanwei!"
Balian suddenly became anxious: "What are you calling her for? Stop it!!"
"Why are you calling me?" The closed door was pushed open by a bare hand. Wen Hanwei squinted at the two people in the room. Her cold gaze turned around Bai Lian very indifferently, and then slowly moved to Su Jing direction.
Su Jing pointed to Balian's body, frowned and said, "He's getting sick again. He's screaming in pain when he's touched. Please think of a solution quickly."
Hearing this, Wen Hanwei glanced at Su Jing with a slightly strange expression: "Did you touch him?"
Su Jing nodded.
Wen Hanwei's expression became even weirder. She walked over to avoid Su Jing's palm, stretched out two slender white fingers and gently pinched her wet sleeves.
He led her out like a puppy: "Stop talking now, I'll take you out to wash your hands."
Balian opened his lips wordlessly, his expression blank.
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In the next few days, Bailian's injuries improved at an alarming rate.
Of course, the main reason was that he had no face to see those two people and refused their care to the death, so that he could have normal treatment time.
After removing the bandages on his chest and arms, Bailian sat on the bed, took out the green bead pendant and stared at it for a long time.
The most beautiful encounter in the world of mortals, the most precious memory in this world...
Did it end in vain after all?
He put the pendant away, spread out his empty palm, and looked at his hand, which was as weak as a frail scholar. He didn't want it to be a hand holding a sword and practicing.
Balian wondered whether he would still be qualified to hold her hand in the future.
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After recovering from his injury, Bai Lian was not in a hurry to leave Nanze Mountain because Su Guanhai had visited him once or twice while he was recovering from his injuries.
After several conversations, Su Guanhai looked at him responsibly, explained Su Jing's situation to him in detail, and said that he hoped he could stay longer.
Su Jing didn't have many friends and had a withdrawn and gloomy personality. Sometimes Su Jing might not even be able to listen to what he, a father, said.
But Su Guanhai said that Bai Lian was different. Su Jing's attitude towards him was obviously different from others, and it was rare that he was willing to get close to him.
Therefore, Su Guanhai hoped to delay him for some time to hone Su Jing's temperament, teach her to read, learn calligraphy, and understand the principles of the world.
Balian naturally had no reason to refuse.
This time on the mountain, Su Guanhai spared no effort to heal his and Yin Baishuang's injuries. Later, he took him in after he had an unpleasant quarrel with his father, and even asked the old man Yaoxian to treat him.
It is naturally difficult to refuse the request of the Taoist leader of the three sects in the world.
Of course, Bai Lian is not averse to getting along with Su Jing.
To him, although Su Jing seemed silent and withdrawn, he had a gloomy temper and was difficult to get along with.
But out of a sympathy mentality, Su Jing's childhood was quite similar to his.
He was very happy that Su Jing could treat him as a friend, so he naturally treated him sincerely.
However, Bailian also asked Su Guanhai to promise him not to let people in the sect know that Baili Yu's son was temporarily staying in Taixuan Sect.
Therefore, Taixuanzong had an additional registered disciple from the outer sect who was out of season.
Bailian did not return to Su Jing's bamboo garden. He had picked Feng Xuanzi's elixir and killed his chickens and fish.
With Balian's temperament, he originally wanted to come to the door and apologize proactively.
But Su Guanhai persuaded him in every possible way, saying that it didn't have to be like this. His junior disciple was stubborn and the problem could not be solved by apologizing.
Su Guanhai said that he did not explain this to him when he was invited to move in, so it was up to him as the elder to take responsibility, indicating that he should not take it to heart.
So under Su Guanhai's arrangement, Su Jing also moved to this secluded garden with her small luggage on her back and an unhappy look on her face.
On this day, the red sun was rising, autumn was in full swing, the originally green leaves in the forest were turning slightly yellow, and the mountain breeze was clear and slightly cold.
Bailian and Su Jing sat by the wooden window, reading a spiritual law book side by side.
This spiritual law book is the Taixuan Sect's treasured technique, and it is called "Returning to the Snow".
This skill is a set of fire-based palm skills. After practicing to a great extent, one palm discharge can easily turn snowflakes ten miles away. It is extremely powerful. It is a secret skill of Taixuan Zong that is not passed down to others.
However, in front of Bai Lian and Su Jing, more than a dozen books of this kind of skills were laid out neatly on the table.
Balian was very surprised and confused when he received these Kung Fu books.
For some reason, Su Guanhai's attitude towards him was even more intimate and doting than those of his direct disciples within his sect. This was a treatment that he might not be able to get even in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
In the sect, the most basic taboo is that the spiritual law books should not be passed on to others, but in front of this sect leader, it seems that these taboos are no longer a problem.
After teaching Su Jing how to read and write, he would force Su Jing to watch and study these spiritual books with him.
However, Su Jing and Bailian were both surprisingly untalented in these orthodox immortal spiritual techniques.
He read the "Returning Snow" palm technique over and over again no less than ten times, but he and Su Jing could never grasp the key point of the first palm technique.
Su Jing grabbed "Returning from the Snow" angrily and threw it on the ground angrily: "I won't study anymore! I can't learn it anyway."
Balian bent down to pick it up. He patted the footprints on it and said with a helpless smile: "It's really scary not to have the talent for cultivation. Su Jing, I have watched you fight several times and you are quite good at the black flames. You are very good at it." It looks so powerful, I wonder what kind of magic it is?"
Su Jing held her chin in boredom and said, "That's the fire that I brought with me when I was born. I don't know any spiritual techniques. I can't learn even one of the spiritual techniques in the Scripture Pavilion at home."
Balian opened her lips silently, she was gifted with emotion.
Su Jing grabbed his arm and shook it, saying, "I can't learn anything anyway, so why don't we go to the river to catch fish and bake them?"
Balian looked at the book in his hand and gently rubbed the words 'turn snow and return' on the book with his thumb. He shook his head bitterly.
Su Jing frowned, took a step back, and compromised: "Then let's go get some fruit?"
Balian turned to look at her, smiled at her, and said, "I still want to give it a try."
Su Jing looked at his smile and felt confused for some reason: "No one here dares to bully you."
Balian thought for a while and then said: "I want to prove to my father that I am not an incompetent waste.
I respect him, but I don’t want to be trampled under his feet like last time and unable to move.
At least...I hope I can grow up enough to stand in front of him and have time to explain to him that I am not such a demonic heretic. "
Su Jing stopped talking. She hummed and sat next to him obediently.
Balian opened the book again, holding the book in one hand, and kept using his palms with the other hand, but he could not condense a trace of blazing palm wind.
Su Jing crossed her shoulders and looked at Balian's surprisingly serious look. She suddenly said: "Then I will become stronger with you. If your father hits you next time, I will help you beat him."
Balian couldn't help but laugh. Sure enough, the last time her father suppressed her made her feel resentful.
To such righteous words, he responded with a smile: "Okay!"
Su Jing also laughed happily, pointed to the woods behind the window, and said, "Wen Hanwei knows this palm technique, you can ask her for advice."
Bai Lian has been staying in Youyuan for some time. He usually helps the Medicine Fairy distinguish medicines, pick medicines and grind medicines, but he rarely sees the woman named Wen Hanwei.
I heard from Yaoxian that his daughter had a cold temperament and did not like to interact with others. Even if she was from the same sect, she would avoid seeing her.
Wen Hanwei rarely goes out of the back mountain. On weekdays, she practices alone in the ten miles of forest outside the secluded garden.
It was not surprising that Su Jing said that she would turn into snow and return to Bailian. After all, looking at the clothes that Miss Wen was wearing, it was obvious that she had a very high status in the sect.
Parian thought it would be great if she could guide her, but he still asked uneasily, "Will Miss Wen teach me?"
Su Jing nodded and said: "Although Wen Hanwei doesn't like to deal with others, if you tell her that you are my friend, she will not fail to teach you."
Balian glanced at her and asked with a smile: "Why bother? Why don't you come with me to ask her for advice."
Unexpectedly, Su Jing flicked her black face and refused without any discussion: "I won't go."
"Why?"
Su Jing glanced at Balian quickly from the corner of her eye and said with a straight face: "I just want to learn from you. Just teach me after you have learned it."
Su Jing said that Wen Hanwei didn't like to deal with people, so why didn't she do the same?
Ever since she was young, no one in Taixuan Sect took her seriously.
Even though Wen Hanwei had never joined the group of people who despised and oppressed her, her withdrawn and world-weary temperament had been created since she was a child.
He and Wen Hanwei were just acquaintances, so naturally he would not come to her to study.
Balian understood the emotion in her heart and smiled without forcing it. He raised his hand and touched her head and said:
"Thank you for showing me the way. Then wait for me here. When we come back, we will go fishing and hunting fruit together."
Su Jing raised her head, looked at his chin with bright eyes and nodded.
After exiting the room, following the direction Su Jing pointed, Bailian walked away holding the snow in his hand.
Passing through the mountain forest trail, at the end of the colorful fallen leaves, in the autumn forest, there is a woman in white standing gracefully.
Behind her was an unsheathed cold sword, and her long black hair was spread behind her shoulders like a waterfall.
In the quiet and mesmerizing autumn wind, the soft hair swaying slightly in the fallen leaves and wind, actually gives people a sense of tranquility in the years.
The woman holds the sword in her right hand, with the cold sword close to her arm. She quietly squeezes the sword formula with her left hand and closes her eyes tightly.
Balian stopped and didn't interrupt.
Suddenly the sword intention rose, and the quiet autumn wind in the forest suddenly became as sharp and awe-inspiring as a knife. The withered yellow rain in the forest rolled up against the wind. With the woman as the center, the scattered pure white sword energy directly cut the surrounding space into a circle. Wisps of broken light.
The early morning sun shines through the sparse leaves in the forest, turning into mottled shimmers of light that shine on the woman's snow-like skin.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her beautiful eyes. The left hand holding the sword hand dropped down. The slender and graceful jade hand was covered by the wide sleeves, leaving only a trace of fingertips as white as jade.
At the same time, the fallen leaves that were rolling up all over the sky fell straight down in the space that was broken into pieces of light and shadow, as if without any support, even though the autumn wind had not stopped.
"Is something wrong?" She didn't move a step, turning her head slightly to look at the young man not far behind her, her voice was cold and her profile was as graceful as jade.
Balian looked at the fallen leaves all over the ground and was speechless.
He slowly knelt down and picked up a fallen leaf. The fallen leaf had long lost moisture and turned yellow, and it broke into pieces with a slight squeeze of his fingers.
But just now, in the world filled with sword energy, the exquisite sword energy easily cut through space and light.
He believed that even if a great cultivator of the Takumi realm could stand within the range of Fang Cai's sword energy, he would only be able to do so in a very short period of time.
Without even moving a single step, she could cut the body of this Takumi realm practitioner into countless pieces.
This was not enough to shock Bailian. What was really scary was the fallen leaves on the ground.
Looking around, all the fallen leaves were floating in the sword energy space, but none of the fallen leaves on the ground was damaged by the sword energy, they were all intact!
To be able to send and receive such terrifying sword energy freely shows how much one has to understand the way of the sword!
Balian was shocked and thought that even if he looked at the world, apart from his father, there might be only Thirteen Swords of Tianxi from Baituo Mountain who could achieve this.
He let go of the dead leaves in his hands and felt something clear in his heart. He looked at the person named Wen Hanwei with a hint of awe and admiration in his eyes.
Thinking that a few days ago I had mentioned Taixuanzong's famous Nine Classics to the Taixuanzong disciple named Wen Yu and the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, I never thought that I would meet him so quickly today.
Balian stood up straight and saluted Wen Hanwei respectfully. His mind was still in shock. Just as he was about to open his mouth to salute, he suddenly recalled the words of the Medicine Fairy Wen Cong that his daughter was more than two hundred years older than him.
So the greetings that came out of his mouth became like this:
"Grandma Wen."
Grandma Wen?
As soon as this title came out of his mouth, Balian fainted.
Wen Hanwei's eyes grew slightly, her lips moved slightly, and she repeated: "Grandma Wen...?"
Even the pause in the middle is subtly similar.
Balian was so ashamed that he covered his face with the book in his hand and whispered: "No... I didn't mean it..."
Wen Hanwei put her sword into the ancient scabbard, wrapped it in a cloth bag, and slung it behind her back.
She slowly turned around and looked at Balian, with a faint smile in her cold and beautiful light brown eyes:
"Based on my age, there is nothing wrong with you calling me Grandma. It's just that Baili Sect Master is older than me. If you call me Grandma Wen, when I see Baili Sect Master in the future, I will have to let me touch his head and call him. A nephew?"
Bailian suddenly sweated. He didn't expect that Wen Hanwei, who looked as cold as ice and cared about words like gold, could also make fun of people. It was really surprising.
"That... that, a slip of the tongue, don't take offense to Miss Wen."
Wen Hanwei's eyes moved, and she reached out to take the copy of Hua Xue Gui that Bailian had covered her face with, and she said, "The sect master even handed over Hua Xue Gui to you."
She did not hide the surprise in her tone, and she was very smart. She had already guessed what the sect master had in mind, and she also guessed the purpose of Balian's sudden visit.
"Do you want me to teach you how to return to the snow?" Wen Hanwei asked.
Balian nodded, looked at her and asked sincerely: "Can you teach me?"
Wen Hanwei asked again: "Did Su Jing ask you to come?"
Parian thought that this girl's guess was really accurate, so she nodded honestly: "Yes."
Wen Hanwei did not preach, nor did she say anything. The morning breeze stirred her dark hair, and her light brown eyes were like clear and beautiful amber, which should be set against the strands of hair. It was indeed a beautiful picture.
She asked again: "If I teach you, will you also teach Su Jing when you go back?"
Baili'an was worried, shouldn't he be allowed to teach?
But as honest as he was, he still nodded.
Wen Hanwei's beautiful face showed no signs of displeasure or change. She nodded and continued to ask, "Why is that so?"
Without thinking, Balian looked at her and answered seriously: "Because Su Jing and I are friends."
"Friend..." Wen Hanwei murmured, and then her amber eyes became clearer, and the corners of her thin, cold lips curled up in a subtle arc, seeming to be very satisfied with the answer.
She returned the melted snow in her hand to him and said, "Okay, I'll teach you."
Bailian said happily: "Thank you very much, Miss Wen."
It turns out that Miss Wen is a cold-hearted person.
"But I have a condition." Wen Hanwei said.
"What conditions."
"Would you like to be friends with me?"
"What?" Balian thought he heard wrongly and was stunned.
Wen Hanwei's unpainted snow-white cheeks were slightly lowered, as if she was a little embarrassed, and her tone became a little hesitant: "I...I usually stay alone in the mountains, I don't...have no friends, If you can be friends with me, I can teach you whatever you don’t understand."
After hearing these words, Bailian felt that the world was a bit weird.
For people like him and Su Jing, who have been alone since childhood, it is not unusual for them to be looked down upon and ridiculed by others. However, for a beauty like Wen Hanwei, she is naturally good-looking and has a rare talent. How can a person lack friends? !
Seemingly understanding Balian's shocked and confused look, Wen Hanwei coughed lightly, pretending to be unintentional and fiddled with her well-manicured nails, and whispered: "Actually, I am the Ninth Sutra of Taixuan."
Bailian never thought that the cold and stingy Wen Hanwei would act like a daughter. He nodded blankly: "I know, I guessed it just now when I saw Miss Wen practicing her sword."
But we don’t know until now whether she is the ninth in Taixuan’s ranking.
The Ninth Sutra of Taixuan, the Brahma Yin Sword Sutra.
It is also the only one among the Nine Classics that focuses on swordsmanship.
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