Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 4 Jealous of him

After being swept by the sword energy, the green mountains were stained with various colors.

Mingying looked down at the various flowers under her feet, her eyes filled with amazement.

It turns out that it's not just a sword for killing monsters.

In the hands of a real master, it can also create such miracles.

Seeing the demonic energy dissipate, Xuan Hanyue didn't intend to stay any longer, and quickly said goodbye to the two of them: "Since the demonic energy has been eliminated, then I won't stay any longer, Wangchen Buddha, goodbye to our sect master."

Mingying, who stayed in place, watched the people from Tianji Pavilion leave, and then the village head also took people to bid farewell to Mingying, leaving her and Wangchen in place.

Suddenly quiet down, Mingying was still a little dazed.

It's over so soon?
"Mingying, your sword." The sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.

The hilt of the sword was sent to her, and seeing Wangchen who was close at hand, Mingying didn't reach out to take it, but said: "I think he might be more suitable in your hands."

The sword she was holding was really just a fully automatic cutting tool, and this sword in the hands of the deity immediately revived everything in a spring, and the efficiency increased by at least a hundred times.

Wangchen, who never expected to hear this, changed his face, and his tone was gloomy: "You want to abandon him?"

Mingying who never expected this ending was a little silly, "I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong."

"Then what do you mean?" The jade-like Buddha took a few steps closer, his golden eyes were sharp.

"I just think it's in your hands? He plays a bigger role," Mingying said, looking at the other party with sincerity in his eyes: "Swords should match heroes, shouldn't they?"

Slightly narrowing his golden eyes, Wangchen looked at the girl in front of him, and smiled, "No, he's just here to protect you."

He forcefully thrust the sword into her hand, and then uttered such a sentence: "Tomorrow I will teach you how to practice."

The eyes of the girl in front of her lit up immediately: "Really?! Thank you, Wang Chen, you are such a good person!"

nice guy
Wangchen doesn't think so.

As the earth soul that carries memories, Wang Chen knows the truth better than anyone else.

He was just a tool split from the original body and used to plot against this woman.

Before meeting this person, Wangchen didn't feel that he would be affected by that ridiculous emotion. How could a mortal woman control his thoughts and block his path to becoming a god.

But when she was standing in front of him in her wedding dress, the heart in her chest was beating wildly.

Instinct drove him to take possession of the person in front of him and hide her in a place that no one knew, only he could see her.

So he changed his plan at that moment.

Licking the palate with the tip of his tongue, he listened to the chatter of the girl beside him.

"Wangchen, what is the sect competition that Pavilion Master Xuan said just now?"

"This martial arts competition is..."

In previous years, the sect competition was a competition in which the geniuses of various sects in the world of cultivating immortals competed with each other.

Whether it is Tianji Pavilion or Vientiane Temple, people will be sent to participate.

It is also because of this that Wangchen met the villagers of Daoxiang Village for help.

When they went down the mountain, there were only the two of them.

It was still noon when Mingying brought her her wedding gown, but now the sun has set.

Looking at the brightly illuminated bald head beside her, she felt a little pity.

The first time I met the paper man's wife, she actually wore a wedding dress and became someone else's bride.

Not to mention that Earth Soul is now a monk and a disciple of Buddha.

What's interesting is that when Pu Zhan first met in the game, he was also a monk, and his identity was also a Buddhist disciple.

While distracted, her foot slipped, and before Mingying's exclamation came out, she was firmly supported by Wangchen on the side.

The handsome Buddha looked down at Mingying. The afterglow of the setting sun softened the mole at the corner of his eyes, but the words he uttered were not very pleasant: "Your chassis looks unstable. Get up tomorrow, Let me practice with you."

It was five o'clock in the morning.

As a social animal who goes to work at nine o'clock, Ming Ying has always maintained a good habit of starting at eight o'clock, and starting at five o'clock is really a bit terrible.

She tried to discuss with Wang Chen: "Well, Mao Shi is a little too early, what do you think of Chen Shi?"

Wang Chen's eyes fell on the long green sword, with a half-smile: "So sure, this sword can protect you?"

Mingying is silent...

"Okay, it will be Maoshi tomorrow, we will see you there or be parted."

What cheats, what Wangchen, are not as reliable as myself!

In case one day the gold finger is gone and Wang Chen is no longer around, at least she can still run a few steps instead of standing still and waiting to die.

And this world is the realm of cultivating immortals, flying with a sword sounds cool, okay?
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It's been a long time since Mingying got up at five o'clock.

When he yawned and followed Wangchen, the sky was still gray.

Mingying had been prepared for a long time, but when Wang Chen told her to climb the mountain to exercise by herself, she still couldn't hold back.

For a man whose limbs are not working, this is too cruel: "Is this the first step of cultivation?"

After all, I have read novels for so many years. Doesn’t one’s cultivation start with drawing one’s breath into one’s body? Could it be that everything written in Xiuxian’s novels is false.

Wangchen shook his head: "Not really."

"Then why should I climb the mountain?"

Wang Chen's tone was calm: "I said it yesterday, your footing is unstable, and immortal cultivators must keep their feet on the ground, especially sword cultivators."

"...Is it okay if I don't learn swords now?" After a long while, Mingying uttered such a sentence, but got a half-smile expression from the man in front of her.

"Then Mingying, what do you want to learn? The method of dual cultivation of the Acacia Sect?" He stopped in his tracks: "Or, do you want to learn the way of spying on the secrets of heaven with Xuan Hanyue?"

Hehuan sect?This is of course impossible, recalling something, Mingying's face is also difficult to look.

As for spying on secrets, she didn't think she had the talent.

Holding the sword in her arms tightly, Mingying gritted her teeth: "I'd better learn how to sword."

With that said, she raised her feet and walked up the mountain.

Wangchen didn't leave, and followed her behind,
Compared with Mingying, he looked more like he came for a walk.

There are white peach blossoms all along the way, because of Wangchen's sword yesterday, the peach blossoms are abnormally in full bloom.

The sky gradually brightened, the wind gently brushed over the branches, and the white peach blossom petals fell from the branches, staying in Mingying's hair.

It's a pity that Mingying didn't care, and walked up with all her strength, panting.

Angry?
Wangchen catches the peach blossom that falls in front of him, looking at the angry girl, he just finds it funny.

Although angry, Mingying didn't choose the Tianji Pavilion of Hehuanzong, he was actually very happy.

It meant that she didn't treat that game as just a game.

Although the reason is not because of him, but because of that "Pu Zhan".

　They are all the same person, but they like to compete with Wang Chen.

　　Wangchen [sharpening the knife]: Every time I think of the original body, I feel itchy
　　
　
(End of this chapter)