All sects work

Chapter 2 Shi Xuanying

In the winter of the first year of the reign of Emperor Zhongzhou, it was the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The dark clouds were hanging low, and the gloomy weather had been brewing for several days. Finally, snow particles began to fall.

"Why do I feel that the spiritual energy has become stronger..." A fair-skinned and thin young servant stopped, looked up at the sky, and saw lightning flashing between the black clouds, and murmured uncertainly, "I thought someone was going through the tribulation, but it turned out... It’s going to snow. Does it mean that it will also thunder when it snows?”

He shook his head in disappointment, walked through the Chaoshou Gallery, stopped outside the Nuan Pavilion, and said respectfully: "Senior Master."

After waiting for a long time, no one answered.

Snow particles outside splashed into his collar, and the young servant shrank his neck, feeling a little anxious.

Although he respectfully called him "senior", he didn't take it seriously.

In his opinion, Shi Xuanying was just a bereaved dog driven out by the Tongxiao Sect.

She had somehow gained the favor of Patriarch Yueyang, and was accepted as a closed disciple. She was on an equal footing with all the elders, and her seniority was in vain. After a hundred years, she was left with nothing but bones and spent countless spiritual stones and elixirs to be able to stack up to the top of the building. Ji, as a result, I fell back to practicing Qi within a few days.

Unheard of!

Now that Patriarch Yueyang has suddenly been defeated, she doesn't know how many days she can live well even if she enters the first floor of Guiyi.

Moreover, it is said that the reason why she was kicked out of Tongxiao Sect was not very honorable, and the sect may no longer protect her in the future.

The servant was willing to work hard because he heard that Tongxiaozong had always been wealthy and thought that maybe he could get some benefits.

He cursed a lot, and finally sighed to himself: That's all, Quan should be giving money to you seven points!

"Come in."

A female voice suddenly came from inside the room.

The voice even sounded gentle, but the servant always felt like when the snow particles splashed into his collar just now, there was a fleeting and stinging chill.

The servant trembled, then hurriedly opened the door and entered the house.

Hot air hit his face. He lowered his head and raised his eyes slightly. His eyes fell on the young woman in the hall, but he saw that she was wearing a lilac pigmented coat, with thick bangs that almost covered half of her face, and her delicate chin was half Hidden in the silver fox fur at his collar, only the tip of his straight and white nose poked out.

She held a hand stove carved with ink jade in both hands, and her emerald blue cotton pink and white embroidered skirt spread out along the edge of the chair.

She looked like a woman raised in a boudoir by a mortal official.

Except for the thick bangs on her forehead that almost covered her eyes, making her look a little gloomy and mysterious, her appearance was indeed as weak as the rumors said.

"Senior Master, the owner of the building ordered me to deliver the message." The servant carefully looked at her face, but it was too tightly covered, making it difficult to distinguish.

Shi Xuanying was getting used to the feeling of exhaustion and dizziness caused by the severe pain, so she just sighed lightly when she heard this.

The soul-nourishing fire in the hand warmer was helping her slowly suppress her discomfort.

Shi Xuanying squinted her eyes and stared at the fire in the furnace. The light reflected in her eyes shone through the gaps in her thick bangs, giving people the illusion of being extremely intelligent and inviolable.

The servant glanced secretly and was immediately frightened. He quickly said: "The host said that even if Patriarch Yueyang is gone now, he still needs to give him face. However, there are rules for returning to the first floor. Everything must be according to the rules. Do it. The poster has already told the service hall, you just need to take the token and go to the Dongfang steward. The poster is busy with business, so I won't see you."

After the officer finished speaking, he held a token in both hands that was completely black and whose material could not be discerned.

Shi Xuanying's thoughts returned.

She was thinking, what building is the first floor of Guiyi? Who is the ancestor of Yueyang?
The house was quiet for a while, and you could even hear the subtle and crisp sound of snow particles falling on the roof tiles.

She calmly suppressed all doubts and exhaled slowly, "Let it go."

The guard quickly put the things on the small table in her hand. When he looked up, he saw that the woman in front of him seemed to be lost in thought again, so he had the courage to call out: "Senior Master?"

Shi Xuanying came back to her senses and saw the officer rubbing his hands with a fly. With a flattering smile on his face, he told her very considerately, "First take the token to the service hall, where you will be arranged to test three of them first."

She still doesn't know what the so-called "three roots" specifically refer to, because her consciousness has just woken up and her memory is a bit confused now.

But there are some things that lie ahead.

The spiritual energy around him was so thin that it was almost negligible, and it was obviously no longer what he remembered. Her original cultivation level of overcoming the Tribulation and Perfection was now almost zero. Her soul was fine, but it was suppressed by the law of heaven, which made her drowsy and became a burden.

Looking back briefly at the memories of the past few days, I found that there were still fragments that did not belong to me.

She is now a guest elder of Tongxiao Sect, but she was just thrown out like trash.

This is somewhat outrageous. An elder, or a guest elder, who should be a free agent in theory, was actually "assigned to the frontier" by a sect? As expected, it won’t work without strength.

"The accommodation conditions on the first floor of our home are not good. It's not far from Tianyuan City. You can rent or buy a house. You'll find out when you go to the service hall. If you need someone to run errands later, I... Hehehe... I'm willing to help you. .”

Shi Xuanying was quite surprised by this vivid expression of wishing she could write her purpose on her forehead, "What's your name?"

The officer hurriedly said: "Young man twenty-three."

Shi Xuanying paused, touched the storage bag at her waist, took out two high-grade spiritual stones and threw them over.

Twenty-three saw the appearance of the spirit stone clearly in almost an instant, and his face of shock, nervousness and ecstasy became a little distorted in an instant.

"Hey." Shi Xuanying leaned back in disgust, and then her movements suddenly froze.

She took a deep breath of the thin spiritual energy around her, and her dizzy mind finally realized - the world of cultivation is no longer as rich as it used to be!

Nowadays, a high-grade spiritual stone is particularly, extremely valuable!

"Thank you, Senior Master. In the future, Senior will not hesitate to stab the villain in the face if he orders me to do so!" Twenty-three eyes filled with tears. He had already rushed out the door while the words were still lingering.

Shi Xuanying stared at the squeaking door, thinking of the few spiritual stones left in the storage bag, her lips slowly pursed into a line, and she hugged the hand stove tightly with heartache.

Back then, she led the declining Sword Sect to conquer the world of cultivation and occupy countless resources. There were more than a dozen high-grade spirit stone veins alone. Moreover, at that time, the spiritual energy of the world was rich and could be cultivated with every breath. Spirit stones were not too rare. The sect even used spiritual stones to build steps...

How about a sword sect as big as her? !
Where is her spiritual stone step? !

As a militant, it is common for Shi Xuanying to be injured. This time, the injury was just a little serious. Why did everything go back to zero as soon as she closed her eyes and opened them?

Fine! It's always a good thing not to die completely. You can't look back on the past, you can just start over. There is no word "fear" in the sword repairer's bones.

After waiting for a while, Shi Xuanying calmly put away the token on the small table.

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly froze in place again.

This eye level!

Not her original body!

This is not important. Rebirth and reincarnation are nothing unusual in the world of cultivation. She had already guessed when she discovered that there were some more memory fragments in her mind. Sooner or later, she would figure out what happened to her, so she was not in a hurry. , the most important thing right now - this height, shouldn't it be only four feet five? ! ! ! !

Remember when she...

stop! A good girl never mentions her bravery.

But then I remembered that I was still in the Qi refining period, and suddenly I was ecstatic - she had a unique bone forging method, and she would have a chance to reshape her when she was building the foundation.

Misfortunes are where blessings depend! Sure enough, it makes some sense.

Shi Xuanying was so happy that she even wanted to hum a little tune, but the feet she had just stepped out were frozen in the air.

If the memory is correct...

Did this body fall down after building its foundation?

How could this be? !
A bolt from the blue, adding insult to injury, nothing more than that!

Shi Xuanying slowly put down her feet and walked out in a daze.

The wind was howling outside, and when I walked into the courtyard, the snow particles were already mixed with flakes as big as goose feathers, and they were scattered one after another.

She stood at the door and looked up. The eaves were so high that they reached into the sky...

What a desperate eye level!

Ignoring the prying eyes around her, Shi Xuanying's mind was filled with "four feet five, four feet five".

For a swordsman who is accustomed to using long swords and heavy weapons, five feet is the length of her dream sword. An inch less is not perfect. Even if her natal sword is gone now, there will always be a new sword in the future.

From now on, no one will be without a sword, right?

At this time, she was preoccupied with her height. She never thought that sometimes misfortune would be the cause of misfortune.

(End of this chapter)