Section 229

I am a closed disciple, and I can't do anything. Qiongyuan Star's strength is supreme, I have already realized it. And you, a newly born sword spirit, can't even control your natal sword, let alone do anything. "

The tone of his speech was very calm from beginning to end, and the expression on his face did not change at all. He did not show any grievance, unwillingness, or loneliness. His icy face was still as calm as before.

Such a performance is even more unfair.

Ye Miaomiao became more and more angry as she listened. In her mind, she had unconsciously outlined the ugly faces of those people who flattered the high and trampled on the low. She was burning with anger, but she didn't know how to vent it. Until she heard Yuan Buwei's last sentence, she seemed to be awakened and reacted suddenly.

"No, I can deal with them for you." She spoke without hesitation, with a very firm tone, "I am a sword spirit, I can drive my natal sword! "

She was tortured by a strong sense of guilt and remorse. When she saw the young man lying on the bed, he looked weak but calm. He was obviously hurt so badly by her but he didn't blame her at all. He was so reasonable and knew the greater good...Ye Miaomiao's guilt and desire to protect her suddenly exploded. At the same time, her soul of a beauty lover was burning.

Beautiful women are treasures of the whole world, let alone such a reasonable and righteous sickly beauty?

——I can!

Ye Miaomiao spoke in an extremely firm voice:

"Please rest assured! As your natal sword spirit, I will never allow anyone to hurt the sword master. "

On the wall, the long sword that had been lying flat on the ground suddenly made a "clang" sound, and an extremely cold air emanated from the sword.

Yuan Buwei seemed to be stunned for a moment, with a slight surprise and praise in his eyes: "Yes, although you are a newborn sword spirit, you have great potential. But now it is far from enough. If you really want to achieve the goal you mentioned, you need to work hard from now on."

Ye Miaomiao nodded vigorously: "Yes, I can."

"... Then, the first step is to cultivate spirituality. "

In Yuan Buwei's always calm pupils, at this moment, it seemed as if a very sharp sword light flashed.

He slowly recited the method of nourishing the spirituality of his natal sword in his memory. This included the spiritual liquid to be used, and how the sword master should expend his mind to communicate with his natal sword, and gradually stimulate the spirituality.

There is a sword pool filled with spiritual liquid in the attic, which is a special treatment for the chief's true teaching. As for expending the mind to communicate with the natal sword, this task is of course given to Ye Miaomiao! Otherwise, would it be given to the "seriously injured" Yuan Buwei?

"...You are the sword spirit born from the natal sword. Communicating with the sword and activating the spirituality should not be difficult for you. "

Ye Miaomiao agreed to the young man's words full of trust and confidence, and then went upstairs in a daze under the guidance of the other party's mind, and jumped into the sword pool obediently.

Then, she moved the sword body with great effort, and slowly turned and rolled in the sword pool to ensure that the soul liquid was evenly infiltrated. Then, according to the method of Yuan Buwei, she cleared her distracting thoughts and began to work hard to arouse the spirituality of her own soul sword.

A full sense of responsibility and mission filled her Ye Miaomiao's heart was full of motivation to brush herself up.

——It was her responsibility that the sword master was injured. Now was the weakest time for the other party, and it was very likely that he would be taken advantage of by villains. As a good young man who grew up in the new era, she certainly could not shirk her responsibility. She must work hard to become stronger and protect this weak and beautiful sword master who fell from a genius to a waste!

However, ambitions could not withstand the cruel reality.

The first minute of the soul:

"... For the beauty, I can!"

A quarter of an hour passed:

"... So tired, so sleepy, I want to sleep. No, the beauty is still waiting for me to save her, I can!"

Half an hour passed:

"... No, what kind of human suffering is this! Every trace of spiritual arousal is like moving mountains. My head is buzzing now, and my thinking is slow. I... I can't do it. No, think about the beauty whose cultivation was abolished. This is all my fault. I have to stand up! ”

An hour later:

“…Admit that you are a loser, and lying down seems to be very happy Orz”

“Gurgle gurgle…”

Just when Ye Miaomiao had given up struggling and wanted to lie down, the young man’s faint voice sounded in her consciousness. This was probably the legendary telepathy.

“…Are you okay? As a newborn sword spirit, there is really no need to force it. You can’t do anything in a short time, anyway, the junior brothers and sisters are here. ”

“What?! They are here now?” The drowsy Ye Miaomiao suddenly became alert and almost exploded, “The sword master has just woken up, and these people can’t wait to come to provoke? They are too shameless! "

Anger value up!

In the originally calm sword pool, the sword that was about to sink to the bottom suddenly released a murderous aura and suddenly rose from the bottom of the pool, stirring up the pool of spiritual liquid.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't control this natal spiritual sword, Ye Miaomiao would have wanted to rush out and give those guys a good beating. However, her anger value could only support her to rush up half a foot from the bottom of the pool. Her soul seemed to be pressed down by a mountain again, and her thinking became sluggish.

"... Damn it!"

Ye Miaomiao tried hard to extend his soul from the sword to see what was happening below, but he couldn't do it anyway. I only heard a few noisy sounds suddenly coming from below, and a few words could be vaguely heard:

"Elder brother...you can't do this..."

"You are no better now than before..."

The male voice who spoke was quite excited, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yuan Buwei, which even reached the upper floor. The voice sounded a little green, and he was probably young.

Ye Miaomiao was furious again.

——What an arrogant brat! What the sword master said before was indeed correct. Just because the sword master is now disabled, these junior brothers and sisters are beginning to dissatisfy him. They dare to be so arrogant while the sword master is still recovering from his injuries. This is too much! ! !

——And the culprit of all this is himself after all.

Just think about how high-spirited the great beauty used to be, but now her cultivation has been ruined because of her own fault. She was so humiliated and slapped in the face by a brat who had never paid attention to her in the past. She originally wanted to just lie down. Ye Miaomiao immediately turned over and became more motivated.

She first secretly condemned her attempt to be lazy just now——

It's so shameful and too much! I almost killed a beautiful woman, but she generously forgiven me. Now I just have to suffer more and be more tired. What does it mean to make amends? When the beautiful woman was being bullied by these gangsters, I didn't want to quickly control the spirit sword and help the beautiful woman regain her fighting power. Instead, she just wanted to be lazy. Is she still a human being? ? ?

Although I really don’t seem to be a human anymore... Bah, in short, I have to cultivate my spirituality quickly, establish a connection with the natal spirit sword, and step forward at the critical moment, so that the great beauty can stand among those little girls again. In front of me, he was slapped in the face, and the sword energy was rising into the sky. In the stunned and disbelieving eyes of the group of people, he dropped a classic line:

"Thirty years to Hexi, thirty years to Hedong, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Thinking of these pictures in his mind, Ye Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, and was suddenly filled with endless motivation.

In the sword pool, a dark and long sword trembled gently at a specific frequency. The spirit-containing liquid from all directions slowly seeped into it, and the sword body emitted a hazy light, with a vague sense of Spirituality is rippling.

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On the first floor of the attic, several Qiongyuan Sect true disciples were gathering in front of Yuan Buwei's bed, looking at him with concern.

"...Senior Brother, how are you feeling now?"

"Wait a minute, who brought this Yunxiang Crisp..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Buwei, who was sitting on the bed, had already taken the soft and cute little dumpling into his mouth. His movements and postures were so elegant that Shi Yifei, who stretched out his hand to stop him, didn't even react. I couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Senior Brother, don't, you can't do this. Now is a special time. Some foods need to be consulted by a doctor. What if it has a bad impact on the injury?"

This junior is the youngest among all the true disciples. He has a baby face, but his mind is very mature. He especially likes to worry, so much so that he has gradually become a chatterbox. He can't help but start to ramble about it.

"Senior Brother, you are really...you are no better than before. You are injured, so you should be more careful." ②思②Rabbit②网②

After saying this, Shi Yifei turned to look at a girl next to him with a guilty look on his face, and couldn't help but tell him: "Sixth Senior Sister, don't be so careless next time. I remember that there is an ingredient in Yunxiang Crisp that doesn't seem to be right. It is good for wound healing, but it may hinder the recovery speed. In the case of senior brother, we need to be careful..."

The girl had a grimace on her face and nodded while listening, like a chicken pecking at rice, and almost told him to stop reading.

She looked at Yuan Buwei and forcibly changed the subject: "Actually, I didn't expect that senior brother would eat this Yunxiang Crisp. In the past, senior brother didn't seem to care much about these foods..." She was just being polite, how could she know that senior brother would eat it? Will he really take the Yunxiang Crisp he handed to him and eat it in one bite?

"...In the past, I concentrated on the sword, but now I am bored just sitting in the room, so I spend some time elsewhere."

Yuan Buwei said it calmly.

...Although he promised Tiandao to give him a sword god, he never promised to play the original Yue Chen exactly as he was. He couldn't even eat his favorite sweets.

In fact, there is not much difference in personality between the two. They are just a little more lively than the other without realizing it.

Others felt a little sad when they heard this.

The eldest brother used to be crazy about swords, but now he is trapped on the sickbed, and he can only turn his mind to other places and masturbate. Presumably, when you eat this Yunxiang Crisp, Senior Brother must feel sweet in your mouth and bitter in your heart?

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Yuan Buwei. Even Shi Yifei felt that he had gone too far. Did he even deprive his senior brother of the little pleasure of masturbating?

Originally not: "???"

...I always feel that these people look at him in the wrong way and are extremely protective. It was as if he was regarded as a fragile glass, or a terminally ill patient who was going to die in the next second.

To this, he must retort loudly——

"Senior Brother, if you like Yunxiang Su, I will bring it to you next time when your injury is better."

Yuan Buwei swallowed the words that reached his lips and nodded coldly.

"...Well, yes:)"

...It’s no wonder that he is not strong-willed. Who makes Yunxiangsu really fragrant?

At this moment, a faint sound of sword sounds came from upstairs. Those present were all the best true disciples of Qiongyuan Sect, so they naturally felt it.

Shi Yifei was the first to notice it and couldn't help but ask: "Elder brother, your sword?"

There was a faint smile in Yuan Buwei's eyes, which was not surprising. In the past, when Yue Chen mentioned topics related to kendo, he would be much gentler than usual.

He spoke in a lightly cheerful voice, with a trace of relief in his eyes: "My natal spiritual sword has given birth to a sword spirit, and she is accumulating the sword on her own."

Everyone was greatly surprised. First of all, they congratulated each other. The birth of the sword spirit from the natal spiritual sword meant that it became the legendary divine sword. Isn't this a great joy? Then he said in an envious tone:

"It turns out that the Excalibur Sword Spirit can also store swords on its own. None of the previous Excalibur sword masters have mentioned this matter, and there is no record of it in the classics. This is really unbelievable and very surprising. I’m jealous!”

He was not calm at all, he was very calm.

...Mature sword spirits can build swords by themselves. Isn’t this common sense? basic