Su Yuxue got up from the bed, stretched out, and plunged into the skylight outside. She saw peach trees everywhere she looked. The branches were covered with thick powdery fragrance, and the fallen petals on the ground were as deep as a thumb. , soft when stepped on.
"Elder brother, why are there so many peach trees here?"
Su Yuxue couldn't help but roll in the peach petals. Her red dress was stained with pink peach petals, like a little peach blossom fairy.
"Master planted these because my wife likes them."
Han Zijin picked up a peach blossom and pinned it on Su Yuxue's temple, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that Master only likes peach blossoms and not Master. Master has trapped her here for eight hundred years, but he still can't change her mind.
That day she deliberately got Master drunk, injured us and escaped. Master also went looking for her that day and has not heard from her yet. "
"Master is a personal trafficker?"
Su Yuxue almost blurted out, which caught Han Zijin off guard, causing the flowers to twist for her.
"What?!"
"I'm talking about your master, no, it's our master now. He is a personal trafficker, abducting women and imprisoning them here,"
Su Yuxue felt disgusted and angrier as she spoke, so she simply grabbed some flower petals from the ground and threw them in Han Zijin's face, scolding him: "And you, an accomplice, have the nerve to call her mistress, have you asked her if she is willing? "
"You are presumptuous!"
No one had ever said this to him, and no one dared to be so disrespectful to him and his master.
Han Zijin immediately grimaced and pointed at Su Yuxue, wanting to retort, but he couldn't scold her even a word, so he could only say harshly to her: "Don't mention this matter again! Don't talk about Master behind your back!"
Su Yuxue got up from the ground and shook off all the remaining petals. She still pouted her little mouth and said angrily: "I don't like these peach trees, please remove them from my courtyard."
"what ever."
Han Zijin fluttered his sleeves and left. Su Yuxue pulled him and raised his head with an innocent look on his face: "Senior brother, don't leave! Are you true about what you said that you will help me form pills in three years and transform into gods in five years?"
"Of course." Han Zijin's face was heavy, his heart was no longer as relaxed as before, and he didn't even dare to look directly into Su Yuxue's eyes.
"Then I will study hard from now on. Which path does Senior Brother practice? Which path is suitable for me to practice?"
Su Yuxue's mind was filled with thoughts about the woman who had been trapped here for eight hundred years before escaping. She was also worried that her master would chase her and catch her back, so she just wanted to practice cultivation quickly and become more successful than her peers.
It would be best in the future to defeat that bullshit master who had never met him and suffered a thousand blows, so as to help that miserable woman escape from the prison.
"Oh? It's not in a hurry." Han Zijin approvingly touched the top of her hair and comforted her: "You have just opened the spiritual meridians. If you do it too hastily, you may be afraid that the muscles and veins will be overwhelmed and the pain will be unbearable. For a girl like you, no..."
"I'm not afraid of pain. Senior brother, please teach me some real skills!"
Su Yuxue interrupted his perfunctory words. She couldn't wait another day. Only by strengthening yourself can it be possible to eliminate demons, defend the law, support justice, and help those in need.
In this world of cultivation where the weak prey on the strong, having compassion is useless.
"Forget it, come with me."
Han Zijin no longer shied away, and drew a teleportation talisman with his hand to send the two of them into the secret realm of the Sword Tomb, and told her: "I am a brother who is not talented. The talisman I built has been transformed into a god for thousands of years, and has survived hundreds of thunder tribulations, but I still regret it. When you enter the swordsmanship, you will meet a swordsman who has been in the realm of transformation for more than a hundred years, and you still feel that you are not up to your standards when fighting. If possible, I hope you can enter the swordsmanship and achieve success in your studies."
Sword cultivation is the hardest, having to swing the sword at least tens of thousands of times every day, and it is also the best at fighting. There are very few people who have entered the realm of becoming gods. If they become immortals, they will be considered one of the top figures in the world of cultivation.
In the original work, Ye Qingxuan, the leader of Xuanqing Sect, is a sword cultivator. He has been transformed into a god for no less than 800 years and is still one step away from becoming an immortal.
The heroine Su Longyue also practiced swordsmanship and stepped on the bones of countless people. A hundred years later, she and Ye Qingxuan became immortals.
"I have to learn something."
Su Yuxue said firmly, her eyes swept over the hundreds of long swords in the sword tomb, and finally locked on a slender sword that was in the deepest position and hung above all the swords: "Senior Brother, I will Want it!"
Han Zijin looked in the direction she pointed, and couldn't help being surprised. He shook his head and said, "That's not possible."
"Why?"
Han Zijin wondered: "That sword is the first of ten thousand swords. It is too ferocious. The black color on the sword is not the original color of the sword, but the traces of the blood that has been soaked in too many people and dried up."
"The Head of Ten Thousand Swords?" Su Yuxue was selectively deaf and said excitedly: "I want the Head of Ten Thousand Swords. I want this sword to recognize me as its master. I don't want anything else!"
"What a loud tone!"
Su Yuxue's arrogant words alerted the white-clothed sword spirit guarding the sword, and a fierce sword energy came straight towards Su Yuxue. If Han Zijin hadn't blocked it for her with his quick eyes and hands, she, an idiot with no cultivation, would have lost her life this time. .
"The Holy Sword calms down and don't hurt my junior sister!"
Han Zijin took a step forward and knelt on the ground to excuse Su Yuxue and said, "Junior sister has offended the Holy Sword with her unscrupulous words. Please do not accuse the Holy Sword of her. Disciple Han Zijin, the first disciple of Elder Wu Wu of the Xianyue Sect, I wish you I accept the ordination for my junior sister, please accept the Holy Sword’s approval!”
Xianyue faction?
At this moment, Su Yuxue understood the sect she was in and couldn't help but be surprised.
