I, The Confucian Sword Immortal, Have Been In Tianyong City for 300 Years

Chapter 13

Eat two bowls of hot plain noodles.

The little girl finally hiccuped cutely.

Han Cheng sat on the side and said, “There are some noodles.”

“Thank you Han Cheng Master, I’m full this time~”

Feng Qingxue is carefully wiping her mouth.

At this time, I was shy and didn’t dare to look directly at Han Cheng.

“Ah That’s good.”

Han Cheng knew that the girls were thin-skinned, nodded and said, “You sit down first, I’ll clean up the next room. You will live there in the future.”

“Thank you.” Feng Qingxue also nodded, and suddenly asked, “Master Han Cheng, how many people are there in our library?”

“Uh… just our master and apprentice, no one else.”

This answer made Feng Qingxue thoughtful.

After Han Cheng left, Feng Qingxue Shui Lingling looked at Han Cheng’s room curiously.

Finally, he picked up the dirty bowls and chopsticks and went to the outside bucket to clean them jerky.

Han Cheng saw it, but didn’t stop it.

Feng Qingxue was his apprentice after Feng Qingxue.

It is always necessary to be familiar with doing things with him in the Library, and this adaptability is the best.

After arranging a place to live, Han Cheng taught Feng Qingxue just as Mo Lao had taught him.

The chores and taboos to be done every day are explained in detail.

Feng Qingxue was also very serious, even nodding her head, obviously listening.

On the next day, Han Cheng meditated all night, and just after his cultivation was over, he saw Feng Qingxue doing something.

With a bright wrist and Ningxue, she walked to the lobby on the first floor of the Library with a bucket of water in both hands. Put a rag on the edge of the bucket. Feng Qingxue grabbed the wet rag and wiped the floor carefully. A white neck was dazzling.

“It’s quite diligent.”

A smile line appeared on Han Cheng’s face, and he walked over and said, “Qingxue, remember to wipe the table too. I’ll go out and take our share this month.”

Feng Qingxue was taken aback.

Her fawn panicked, and just agreed, “Okay, okay, Master.”

Her Realm is not low, she is also keen and cautious enough that she didn’t find anyone close…

Are you too focused?

Feng Qingxue thought, it must be.

No matter how you look at it, Han Cheng is an ordinary disciple in Tianyong City. Although the elegant temperament on the body makes people very comfortable…

Feng Qingxue thought for a long time, and waited for Han Cheng’s back to disappear from his sight before continuing to do things.

Han Cheng also thought of Feng Qingxue being frightened by herself on the road, thinking that she would have to make some footsteps in the future, otherwise it would be easy for others to find flaws.

It just passed by day by day.

Library is radiant.

It’s no longer the quietness of Han Cheng when he was alone.

Because there is Feng Qingxue, this little girl is here.

After cleaning the Library, she cleared the surrounding weeds.

He also planted two unknown flower seeds in front of the two of them, and watered them every day.

Han Cheng became familiar with her gradually, not as strange as before.

…..

On this day, Han Cheng and the two had just had dinner.

Feng Qingxue cleans the dishes, while Han Cheng goes out for a walk, slipping all the way from the Library to the secluded woods.

Far away, he felt a wave of fluctuations in the woods.

“Is anyone practicing here?”

Han Cheng was a little curious.

He doesn’t come to this place much.

But it was the first time I saw someone practicing qigong.

In the woods, a young man in white robe is practicing sword.

With a vigorous posture and a raging sword wind, a piece of dust is set off!

Even Ye Hai, the canopy of this piece of the tree, seemed to fall for him.

“It turned out to be the little guy Baili Tusu.” Han Cheng thought somewhat unexpectedly.

The white robe boy with cold eyebrows in the forest is Baili Tusu.

In the past, he often came to the Library to read books alone, and didn’t disturb each other with Han Cheng. In the past few years, he has been diligent in sword practice, and he has hardly come to the Library. Han Cheng hasn’t seen him for a long time.

“Unexpectedly, I haven’t seen each other in a few years. This little guy is already in the Ninth Stage state.”

Han Cheng showed an unexpected look, thinking that this little guy is really talented.

At such a young age, he surpassed most of the disciples in Tianyong City.

In a few more years of growth, I am afraid that he can become the first one among the disciples of Tianyong City.

Baili Tusu Sword Technique is fast and slow, and Sword Qi is vertical and horizontal.

When he was fully absorbed, the tip of his sword was suddenly drawn in the air, and an obscure word was suddenly pierced out!

This is Tianyong City Intermediate Sword Technique: Huiming Sword.

This Sword Technique symbolizes light and drives out darkness.

However, the obscure character of Baili Tusu spread out as soon as it was drawn…

Sword Qi couldn’t condense at all, let alone its power.

“…”

Baili Tusu frowned, did not believe in evil, and continued to practice.

However, he cultivated back and forth ten times, but failed.

Sword Qi condensed his words, stumping him.

“Big Brother taught clearly that it’s right…”

“why not.”

Baili Tu Su’s forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face turned pale.

The Master Ziyin of Baili Tusu is in Closed Door Training cultivation. He has always been his elder brother Ling Yuedai teacher and apprentice. However, although Lingyue’s cultivation talent is high, teaching people is mediocre. Fortunately, Baili Tusu’s comprehension is particularly high, otherwise the cultivation will be abolished.

Now Baili Tusu encountered a problem again.

He obviously only asked Lingyue yesterday…

“Practicing the Huiming sword like this will not succeed in another hundred years.”

Han Cheng saw all this in the dark, and decided to help a group of Baili Tusu.

His handsome face was distorted for a while, blurred, and gradually became clear again.

Han Cheng used the transformation technique to become another person.

This person is not specific. Han Cheng used the facial features of several disciples in Tianyong City. They were quite different, but they seemed to be familiar.

“Boy, you don’t have someone who cultivates Huimingjian like you.”

After the change, Han Cheng walked out of the dark.

Baili Tu Su’s eyes immediately swept away with coldness.

Seeing that Han Cheng was a disciple of Tianyong City, his hostility subsided only after he smiled, and asked, “Who are you?”

“Your fellow, someone who can point you.”

Han Cheng smiled: “Your sword practice is wrong, and Sword Qi will never condense into obscure characters. Do you know what the problem is?”

“…”

Baili Tusu stared at Han Cheng’s face, as if trying to distinguish the true from the false. After a while, his eyes calmed down and he lowered his head and said, “Please teach me.”

“The body and mind have their own hands, and Sword Qi is in there.”

Han Cheng walked to Baili Tu Su and spread his palms.

The latter understood, struggling in his heart, and handed his sword over.

Han Cheng took it, and said: “Cultivating these Sword Techniques, you only need to remember the three-character tactics, Qing, Jing, Ding. The clear word stores the mud pill. The net word, one breath to the navel, the fixed word, Mount Tai is stable, Huncheng is unobstructed, and obscure characters can be done.”

The voice fell.

Han Cheng’s wrist trembled lightly, and the bright and obscure words of Dou Da pierced out!

A stern and elegant calligraphy character was printed on the ground…

He is powerful, the blade is restrained, but there is a kind of compelling power.

Baili Tu Su’s eyes widened, unavoidably shocked.

He had seen Ling Yue use this trick, and he hadn’t been so powerful. This fellow brother who has never met before, is actually so powerful?

“Understood?” Han Cheng asked, turning his head.

“Sanzi Jue!”

When the voice struck, Baili Tusu was relieved, and Zheng nodded his head and said: “Clean! Jing! Set! I remembered.”

“Practice slowly, your talent is good, this Sword Technique can’t help you.”

Han Cheng smiled amicably and handed back the long sword. The elders usually patted Baili Tu Su on the shoulder before leaving here. .