Chapter 931 Sword Dance, Two Swords Combined

Xue Ming put the "treasure" that the small mountain was actually a waste in his eyes into the storage bag, stood up gracefully, and smiled lightly at Nan Xun, "It's getting late, disciples won't bother Master, Master has a rest earlier. "

Then, Xue Ming calmly walked into the side door under Nan Xun's seemingly smiling expression, but he really wanted to beat someone up.

When he walked up to him, he seemed to think of something, and looked back at her, "Master, my apprentice has developed a set of sword techniques these days, but it requires two people to use the sword together. The last move is a combination of two swords, which is extremely powerful. Master Can I try it with my apprentice tomorrow?"

Not interested in!

"It depends on the teacher's mood." Nan Xun said coldly, and then closed the door with a bang.

The man was standing at the door, very close to the door. When the door hit, he didn't move, and he took a mouthful of... ashes.

Xue Ming stood still in the flying dust, and casually squeezed a water trick, and all the dust on his body was washed away.

With a wave of his hand, he cast a barrier around the cave, and then walked to the stone bed.

The man's eyes fell on the snow wolf skin that Nan Xun gave him, and he couldn't help being dumbfounded.

After a while, he sucked the snow wolf skin into his palm, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Her scent still lingers on it.

It was the fragrance emanating from within, the smell of the soul, which belonged to her alone, and only he could smell it.

Thinking of how she took the initiative to bite his bait like a silly fish and ate it so happily, he felt even more amused in his heart.

Finally couldn't help it, he let out a deep and low laugh, and then started laughing out loud.

While laughing happily, a bloody light flashed across those dark pupils for a moment, and then it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He knew that Xun Xun was cute, but in the past she always wore a mask, and this cuteness was somehow fake. Now he tore off the mask on her face and asked her to present her real self in front of his eyes. Only then did he realize that she was cuter under the mask than he had imagined.

He fell in love with her naive attitude just now.

He had never even seen Xue Ming's gaffe, let alone peeking at his Xiao Ba secretly. It's a pity that Xiao Ba's mental power was blocked by the barrier, otherwise he would have been killed at this time. This laughter frightened me to lose ten catties.

When Xue Ming finally calmed down, he gently closed his eyes, and looked at the inner door again, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the inseparable tenderness in his eyes.

Let's talk about this end, after Nan Xun closed the inner door, he quickly made a formula with both hands, and typed a full three runes on the door, as if this way, the door could be regarded as non-existent.

Damn boy, you will be able to deceive your master when you are only a little old. After a few decades or hundreds of years, is it still worth it?

but--

Nan Xun lay back on the bed, Xue Ming's face flashed in his mind again, and once again sighed, he is worthy of being the future world overlord, he looks really good-looking, the more he looks the better.

When you don't smile, you are the god of the nine heavens, and when you smile, you are the gentle and handsome Zhilan Yushu, who can be eaten by men, women and children.

After admiring the young apprentice's beauty, Nan Xun thought of a very serious question.

In the future, wouldn't Ah Ming hook up with many women like the male protagonists in those novels about cultivating immortals?

In other words, he just gave him a meaningful look, and the best women in the world rushed towards him like moths?

Nan Xun felt that it was necessary for her to educate her apprentices in this regard.

Although this is an ancient world of cultivating immortals, many men in the mortal world have three wives and four concubines. Even in this world of cultivation, a male cultivator can get along with several female cultivators. A furnace cauldron harvested for mending, with a bad nature...

But Ah Ming is her apprentice, so she must never do such a thing of not recognizing anyone after pulling up her pants, it's too scumbag.

You can't provoke too many women, and it's not good to have too many peach blossoms.

Don't you see that there were three thousand beauties in the ancient emperor's harem, all of them were looking forward to the emperor's rain and dew, and if they were not careful, they would become an old woman, or if they were not careful, they would become femme fatales, stepping on other people's bones to climb up, posing for the emperor favor.

What's even more frightening is that some beauties, out of love and hatred, poisoned the emperor to death at some point.

Nan Xun didn't want his apprentice to become such a man, could he afford to provoke so many beauties?

Until his consciousness became chaotic, Nan Xun was still thinking about this matter in his heart, intending to train his little apprentice into a dedicated and affectionate peerless good man, the kind that can't be found with a lantern, so as to benefit his future apprentice-in-law.

As soon as Nan Xun closed his eyes and opened them again, the sky became brighter.

It is good to be a monk, and you won't feel tired. She practiced lying down all night. Although this position is much slower than the cultivation of Qi Yun Dantian in meditation, it is more comfortable.

Nan Xun felt that he was an awesome and powerful monk who had left his body at the peak of Dzogchen, so he didn't need to practice too fast, and enjoying this leisure life was the right way.

By the time she left the cave, Xue Ming had already woken up and danced his sword.

She knew that the little apprentice danced the sword well, and every time she watched it was a visual feast, but this time, Nan Xun couldn't help but wondered after watching it for a while.

This is not the sword technique she taught Ah Ming.

Thinking of the two swords he said last night, Nan Xun was a little surprised.

It turned out to be true, Ah Ming has developed a set of swordsmanship by himself!

The man in front of him was holding a long sword, the sword was fierce and windy, the waves swept through the wind and frost, the wind covered the mountains and rivers, and the clouds pierced the sun. In short, he was so handsome that Nanxun was at a loss for words.

But at this moment, Xue Ming glanced at her, and the sword turned suddenly, becoming soft and erratic, the tip of the sword swam like a snake, coherent and flexible, flowing like clouds and flowing water, with a sense of freedom and willfulness.

Just now it was masculine for men, now it is tender for women.

Not too soft, but rigid and soft.

Nan Xun's eyes suddenly lit up, he approached him, and asked, "Ming, did you create this sword technique for me?"

Xue Ming put away the long sword in his hand, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and looked at her with a smile on his lips, "It's a sword technique I tailor-made for Master. Master can clearly see this last move, which is exactly the same as the last move I swung before. The two sword qi overlapped up and down, and finally merged into one, the power should not be underestimated."

After a pause, he said, "Master, may I teach you?"

Nan Xun laughed, "Ming, then you will underestimate your master. As a teacher, you will never forget it. You will be able to dance once."

After finishing speaking, she summoned the afterimage sword and danced beside him. After dancing a few moves, she raised her eyebrows at him distractedly, "Look, is it exactly the same as the one you danced just now?"

Xue Ming said: "No, Master dances better than me."

After speaking, he also joined in.

Of the two, one is cold and windy, and the other is flexible and free and easy.

One Zhilan Yushu and one alpine snow lotus.

Chopping, stabbing, teasing, hanging, sweeping, lowering the waist, swinging the arms, turning sideways, the movements are exactly the same.

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up and down by the sword energy, and then slowly drifted down and landed on the two of them. The scene was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Finally, in the last gesture, the two swords merged.

Nan Xun suddenly flew up, stepped on Xue Ming's... head very unceremoniously, and at the same time swung the last sword.

Xiaoba: ...

Fuck!

Nanxun, you really want to go to heaven! It's stepping on shoulders, shoulders! Not the head! Not the head!