Blame The Villain For Being Too Beautiful

Ten-year-old Song Xuyi joined Ning Jingyu's family just like that.

Facing the envious eyes of a group of new disciples, Song Xuyi sat on Ning Jingyu's flying sword, and followed Ning Jingyu to Luoyun Peak, the highest peak of Xuanshu Sect.

Song Xuyi actually didn't want to sit on the flying sword.

She wanted to imitate Ning Jingyu gracefully stepping on the flying sword and skimming the clouds, but now she has no cultivation level and tried several times but couldn't step on the thin blade of the flying sword, and finally fell directly **** squat...

Seeing Song Xuyi in this state, Ning Jingyu not only didn't help, but even put his sleeves on the side and laughed "puchi".

She smiled so beautifully, even though she knew that Ning Jingyu was laughing at her, Song Xuyi couldn't get angry, so she just lowered her head and blushed again, watching Ning Jingyu cast a spell to widen the blade, Biting her lips and sitting behind Ning Jingyu, pinching the hem of Ning Jingyu's clothes tightly and closing her eyes...

Song Xuyi felt ashamed and didn't dare to look at other people's faces, but he didn't know that the headmaster at the side was relieved when he saw this scene——

Although Ning Jingyu is well-known, those who are familiar with her know that she is extremely tired and lazy. If it is someone she does not like, even if she dies in front of her, she will not blink her eyes. For so many years, Ning Jingyu had never brought a disciple. Song Xuyi was young, and the head of the sect was really worried that Ning Jingyu would not take his disciples in vain.

But looking at how the two got along now, Ning Jingyu should be extremely satisfied with this disciple.

The headmaster also temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are so timid!"

Song Xuyi didn't know what was going on in the head of the sect. She sat behind Ning Jingyu's sword and felt the wind whistling by her cheeks. Waiting for her to finish her psychological preparation and wanted to open her eyes, Ning Jingyu's voice came from beside her A teasing voice: "Come down here!"

Song Xuyi's cheeks turned red again.

She hurriedly climbed down from the sword, not daring to look at Ning Jingyu's face, followed Ning Jingyu in small steps, walked through many plum trees, and finally saw a dilapidated thatched cottage deep in the woods.

Song Xuyi was taken aback, he didn't expect that such a beautiful and noble person as Ning Jingyu would live in such a dilapidated place, he couldn't help but feel some sympathy in his eyes looking at Ning Jingyu.

Ning Jingyu looked back and saw the pity in Song Xuyi's eyes that could not be withdrawn in the future.

She blinked and squatted in front of Song Xuyi: "Are you sympathizing with me?"

"But what should I do?" Ning Jingyu rolled her eyes and sighed faintly: "You have also seen it now, I am covered with injuries, illnesses and debts, and Luoyunfeng's family is surrounded by walls, which is the most bitter and cold place in Xuanshu Sect. If you become my apprentice in the future, it is estimated that you will have to live a poor life for the next thirty or fifty years..."

"If you regret it now, you still come..."

However, before Ning Jingyu finished speaking, the little apprentice blushed and lifted the little bundle she was carrying on her back to Ning Jingyu, and said softly: "Master, I have money, and my parents prepared it for me." There are a lot of spirit stones, you can use them to pay off the debt first, if it is still not enough, we can pay off the debt slowly in the future..."

Song Xuyi didn't think much about it: she came from the modern age and felt that she had to pay tuition fees for studying, not to mention that her master Ning Jingyu was the number one swordsman in the world, so there was no market for the price, so the tuition fee was reasonable no matter how expensive it was.

It seemed that Song Xuyi's reaction pleased Ning Jingyu again, and Ning Jingyu laughed again after being taken aback for a moment.

"Stupid boy," Ning Jingyu tapped Song Xuyi's head, "Are you really planning to take care of your master? Tell me where to put your master's face..."

Ning Jingyu sighed in a half-true manner, motioning for Song Xuyi to follow behind her, and after walking out of the thatched cottage, he waved his sleeves—

The snow-white sleeves passed Song Xuyi's eyes with a faint fragrance of plum, and when the sleeves returned to Ning Jingyu's side, the scene in front of Song Xuyi's eyes also changed drastically: the thatched cottage has become an exquisite two-room building. bamboo building.

Ning Jingyu yawned, pointed to one of the rooms, and said softly: "This is your room, you will rest there from now on, I am going to meditate to heal my wounds these few days, you must first get familiar with Luo Yunfeng If you have nothing to do, don't bother me..."

As he spoke, Ning Jingyu seemed to think of something again, and gave Song Xuyi another small bag and a thin booklet: "This is the Bigu Pill, you use it first, practice breathing according to the booklet."

Song Xuyi nodded obediently, and watched Ning Jingyu enter the next door.

Song Xuyi had seen this booklet on the waist of the outer door servant who was sweeping.

Song Xuyi didn't care about Ning Jingyu's perfunctory teaching method, and began to study carefully from the booklet.

There were some strange airflow movements drawn in the booklet. Song Xuyi couldn't get the hang of it for the first two days, but she was not in a hurry. She arranged her life rhythm reasonably every day: study for twelve hours in front of the booklet, exercise for four hours, and rest for eight hours. Hour.

Song Xuyi found an open space on the edge of the cliff outside the plum forest in Luoyun Peak, dug a sand pit, made a horizontal bar, and ran around Luoyun Peak every morning and evening with sandbags tied.

Song Xuyi didn't know if it was useful for her to do so: but she wanted to develop a strong strength in her life, no matter what, she would definitely not go wrong by training her physical fitness.

After a week of this kind of life, one evening, when Song Xuyi was panting around Luoyun Peak with a sandbag on his back, looking at the burning red clouds in the sky and the setting sun in the west, Song Xuyi suddenly felt a burst of clarity in his head, It is obvious that a tiny airflow has entered my body...

And almost at the same moment when the air flow entered Song Xuyi's body, Ning Jingyu who was meditating suddenly flashed some images in his mind...

Ning Jingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

Song Xuyi didn't know what happened to Ning Jingyu, she wanted to try this feeling of air flowing into her body again, but this feeling was fleeting, and Song Xuyi couldn't grasp it afterwards.

After going back and trying several times, Song Xuyi also couldn't find this feeling.

Song Xuyi was not disappointed, knowing that this was just the beginning, and there would still be opportunities to experience it again in the future, so after washing up, he went to bed and rested as usual.

However, the night was not peaceful.

In the middle of the night, Song Xuyi noticed something strange, as if the surrounding air had suddenly become much colder.

Song Xuyi couldn't help hugging the quilt tightly, but the cold still seemed to seep out of his body. Song Xuyi raised his eyes and saw a black figure standing in front of the bed—

The remaining drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

Song Xuyi subconsciously shrank into the bed and took out the Ye Mingzhu, but smelled the familiar plum fragrance.

"Master, Master," Song Xuyi raised his eyes, looking at Ning Jingyu who seemed to be a little strange at this moment: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Xuyi suspected that he was wrong. When he looked over again, Ning Jingyu had already closed his eyes, as if he couldn't adapt to the sudden light of Ye Mingzhu.

"Nothing." When Ning Jingyu opened his eyes again, Ning Jingyu's expression had returned to calm, and he said lightly, "It's just synaesthesia during meditation, and I unintentionally predicted some ridiculous things."

Song Xuyi clenched his lower lip, inexplicably feeling that Ning Jingyu's dream might be related to him, but Ning Jingyu didn't seem to have any intention of discussing this matter, so he changed the subject.

"Do you want to be a doctor or a swordsman?"

"Sword repair."

Song Xuyi replied without thinking.

Water-type spiritual roots are born with the ability to heal, especially the single-root water spirit root, which is an excellent medicinal material. In ancient times, there were even cultivators who specially captured water spirit root disciples and used them as furnaces to repair hidden wounds in the body.

Later, a certain master couldn't bear this situation, created his own kung fu method to turn water into a sword and became a sword cultivator, which changed the low status of water spirit root among cultivators.

Song Xuyi had a task ahead of him, so he naturally didn't want to become a medical practitioner who favored treatment.

Ning Jingyu didn't seem surprised by Song Xuyi's answer either.

She took a deep look at Song Xuyi and pinched the center of her brows, as if she was making an extremely difficult decision.

Song Xuyi pursed his lips, feeling that intuition is extremely important at this time, and it is related to whether he can learn enough skills from Ning Jingyu, so he couldn't help but fight for himself: "Master, I will definitely respect you in the future."

Although I don't know if it can be done, Song Xuyi will work hard to change the ending of Ning Jingyu's decisive battle with the new Demon Lord.

Ning Jingyu was startled, and looked at Song Xuyi again.

"What a filial child." Ning Jingyu looked carefully at Song Xuyi's appearance, rolled his eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud, with sparkles in his eyes—

Perhaps it was the night that gave people an illusion, Song Xuyi felt that Ning Jingyu in front of him didn't look like the high-spirited aura he had when he first met him, but instead looked like a demon, which made people sink.

Thinking that Ning Jingyu was his master, Song Xuyi didn't dare to appreciate the beauty like Hyundai, and after one glance, he didn't dare to look again, and lowered his head.

"Remember it for the teacher!"

Ning Jingyu's voice above her head once again took on a casual tone, she yawned, and then began to walk out the door: "I will teach you as a teacher starting tomorrow, and I can't think of what I can ask you to do at the moment." .You owe me a request first."

Song Xuyi was taken aback, and after hearing Ning Jingyu's words clearly, a smile broke out on his face: For the first time, Ning Jingyu admitted that she was his master.

When Song Xuyi woke up the next day, the bamboo door of the next room was still closed. Song Xuyi didn't dare to disturb Ning Jingyu's rest, so he tied a sandbag and started running.

The original body's physical fitness was not good, Song Xuyi felt a little tired after running a lap, and was about to rest for a while before continuing, when he saw Ning Jingyu leaning on the plum tree with a tired expression.

The beauty under the plum tree looked as beautiful as a painting, but Song Xuyi had no time to appreciate it. The beauty raised her eyes to look at Song Xuyi, and yawned slowly: "Run around again."

Song Xuyi gritted his teeth, and started running again as he said.

After the second lap, Song Xuyi's sweat had already soaked through his clothes.

When he ran under the plum tree again, Ning Jingyu still had the same indifferent expression, like a cold machine uttering ruthless words: "Run around again."

Song Xuyi pursed his lips and ran again.

Song Xuyi finished the third lap holding his breath.

She no longer remembers how many times she fell, her eyes turned black, her legs became weak, Song Xuyi breathed heavily, as if she would pass out in the next instant—

However, a pair of hands ruthlessly grabbed Song Xuyi's throat.

Song Xuyi struggled hard, his face was flushed red, but his hands were like iron tongs, and he did not let go...

The air in his lungs became thinner little by little, and Song Xuyi felt that he was on the verge of dying, Ning Jingyu's beautiful but indifferent face was swaying in front of his eyes, and he lost consciousness little by little...

There was a 'click', and suddenly, for a moment, it seemed that some invisible switch was turned on in the body, and the surrounding air rushed into the body from the pores...

Song Xuyi's eyes widened.

And the hand holding Song Xuyi's throat suddenly let go at this moment.

The cold beauty withdrew her hand, her eyes were calm, she looked at Song Xuyi quietly, her voice was calm.

"You have learned how to draw breath into your body," she said.

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