Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 146 It turns out you guys know each other

When we got up there was chaos, noisy crowds, and wailing of defeat.

And - the farmer in linen and coarse cloth stood firmly in the crowd, standing out among the group of people in black.

"Where are you going?"

Realizing that Lin Qingyue was about to leave, Yin Chuan grabbed Lin Qingyue's hand.

When Lin Qingyue looked over again, Wu Kun had already jumped into the well.

"Let's go inform the elders of Mingde Peak first."

The head of Mingde Peak is Gu Zhenren, the head of Ziyang Sword Sect. It is also the peak with the most elders. In addition to the affairs of the peak, he is also responsible for managing other matters of Ziyang Sword Sect, big and small.

Yin Chuan saw that Lin Qingyue wanted to take out another mid-grade speed talisman and hurriedly stopped her.

"This is for escaping. Don't you know how to fly a sword?"

Lin Qingyue: "No, I haven't learned it yet."

Yin Chuan stretched out his hand towards her, "Give me your sword, I will take you."

Lin Qingyue looked at his empty scabbard and handed Lingxue to him.

Standing on the sword, Yin Chuan's disdainful voice came.

"Don't worry, I won't covet your broken sword."

Lin Qingyue: “…it won’t break.”

Yin Chuan: "I have never seen such a broken spiritual sword."

Lin Qingyue: "If you keep scolding us, we'll both fall down."

Yinchuan finally shut his vicious little mouth, and the world became peaceful.

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Wu Kun, who had already entered, walked down layer by layer, and then threw out the disciples who were panicking and struggling inside, until he finally returned to the place where Yang Zishen and Old Man Yu were fighting.

Wu Kun seemed to feel something soft under his feet. He took a look and threw the corpse out as well.

*

The disciple who was catching the others outside was startled by the cold touch.

"Ah! Dead!"

"Ahhh!"

*

Before I got close, Yang Zishen's voice came.

"Master! Save me!"

Wu Kun: ...

Wu Kun: "Why haven't you killed him yet?"

The young man looked at Wu Kun aggrievedly, put away Lan An and stopped fighting with Old Man Yu.

By this time, Old Man Yu had already been possessed by a demon, his white hair and red eyes wielding a stone sword as he madly wielded his spiritual energy and sword energy. Yang Zishen was also feeling unwell, with dozens of wounds all over his body, half of which were still bleeding. Seeing Wu Kun's energy relax, he fainted in relief.

"Evil disciple, evil disciple!" Wu Kun had no choice but to snatch Yang Zishen away from Old Man Yu's sword.

He placed his disciple on the ground and covered the boy's face with a bamboo hat. A golden light emerged, covering Yang Zishen's entire body, and even a Yuanying stage cultivator could do nothing about it.

Wu Kun felt that he was still too kind to this kid, using all his ancestral things on him. This kid was getting more and more demanding.

When Old Man Yu saw Wu Kun coming, he stuffed pills into his mouth and bent over like a mouse.

"You're here, you're here..."

“Go to hell…go to hell…”

"Are you so impatient to die?" Wu Kun walked towards Old Man Yu, ignoring the huge stone sword raised behind him.

A white light flashed, and before Old Man Yu could even see Wu Kun take out his sword, his head had already slid to the ground along the cut.

With a "bang", the huge rock wrapped around the stone sword collapsed. The stone sword was not willing to give up and attacked Wu Kun's heart, and was broken into pieces by Wu Kun's spiritual pressure.

Eventually it turns into powder and melts among the soil debris.

Wu Kun picked up Yang Zishen and walked back.

"Ten thousand swords... What did I do to deserve such a severe punishment?"

"You're causing me trouble every day!"

*

a few days later.

Wang Bielin was shocked to see Lin Qingyue in the school.

Wang Bielin: "You've only mastered ten thousand swords?"

Lin Qingyue looked at Wang Bielin speechlessly: "Don't you have internet access yet?"

Why is the signal so bad?

Wang Bielin: "Which net is this? Do you want to go over there?"

"The forging room collapsed. It's not finished yet." Lin Qingyue explained, "Elder Li told us to go back to where we came from. I'll have to go back and be punished once it's finished."

Wang Bielin patted Lin Qingyue on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard these past few days. Take a good rest."

Lin Qingyue was almost in tears when she heard Wang Bielin's next sentence.

"Let's fight this afternoon. I have a feeling I can beat you this time."

Lin Qingyue's tears were immediately wiped away.

*

In the afternoon, Lin Qingyue looked down at Wang Bielin at his feet.

"Have you really practiced these past few days?"

Wang Bielin vomited blood: "Ahhh! I must defeat you!"

Lin Qingyue retracted his foot and put Lingxue away.

"Then come on."

When he turned around, he bumped into Bi Zihan.

Lin Qingyue: ...Senior Sister Bi Zihan lives in the sword field, right?

Bi Zihan looked at Lin Qingyue with a smile.

"Qingyue, long time no see."

Lin Qingyue resigned himself to his fate and pulled Lingxue out, "Senior Sister Zihan."

Bi Zihan: "Have you made any progress in the past few days?"

Lin Qingyue: "Should there be? ...A little bit?"

The blue sword with snowflake patterns stabbed towards Lin Qingyue without saying hello. Lin Qingyue raised Lingxue to catch Bi Zihan's sword.

"The reaction has slowed down." Bi Zihan said.

Another sword light came down, and Lin Qingyue used all his strength to take it.

"Your brain isn't working as well as it used to." Bi Zihan looked at Lin Qingyue worriedly, which made Lin Qingyue feel more stressed.

After the fight, Bi Zihan handed Lin Qingyue a bottle of pills.

"Return the elixir."

Lin Qingyue's mind buzzed: "Senior Sister! I can't take it! You've been good enough to me!"

It is well known that sword cultivators are very poor, and a bottle of elixir costs a thousand low-grade spirit stones!

Bi Zihan stuffed the small porcelain bottle into Lin Qingyue's hand without any explanation.

"I won't take back what I give. If you don't want it, throw it away."

Lin Qingyue could only accept it and then think about how to give his senior sister a more valuable gift.

However, Bi Zihan did not give her time to think.

"Get ready, let's continue."

Lin Qingyue: “…Okay.”

After Lin Qingyue collapsed from exhaustion, she could still see Senior Sister Bi Zihan calling Wang Bielin over.

Then--

Another sword strike knocked Wang Bielin down.

Bi Zihan: "Wake up, how did you sleep?"

Wang Bielin stood up angrily, then was ruthlessly knocked down.

In the end, Wang Bielin was so unwilling to get up that he said, "I can't do it anymore... Senior Sister, you fight Lin Qingyue. I just saw her get up secretly."

Lin Qingyue: ...You'd rather die than let your fellow Taoist die, right?

Lin Qingyue had never been so eager for the forging room to be completed quickly. It was really because Bi Zihan was too hardworking and responsible.

She said that she would practice swordplay as soon as she opened her eyes every day. After fighting with the outer disciples of the same period, she would look for outer disciples who had not yet joined the peak to teach them how to practice swordplay.

Bi Zihan: "I think this will not only help new disciples improve faster, but also make up for the details I overlooked when practicing sword too quickly before. Not only will you fight with me, but you will also have to fight with outer disciples like you. I think Feng Yiqiu is very good. You can find time to practice with her."

Lin Qingyue: "I met this Miss Feng on the way to Ziyang Sword Sect."

The other person's sister died on the boat, and her attitude was also ambiguous.

Bi Zihan breathed a sigh of relief and called out to the pink figure in the distance.

Bi Zihan: "So you two know each other? Then just fight."

Lin Qingyue: "Senior Sister Zihan, have you been prepared for this?"

Bi Zihan: "No, I come to the sword field every day."

Well, she was lazy.