Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

After the ceremony, Venerable Qinghe hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought your talent might be related to the sword, but I didn't expect it to be Bingdilian, which doesn't match the sword. I will look for materials again and have someone refine a suitable weapon for you."

Lan Shuang nodded: "Thank you, Master, I'm not in a hurry."

"You hold this sword first, you can practice it a bit, and it won't be too late to change your weapon after you find your way."

Venerable Qinghe took out a thin sword from his storage ring.

The body of the sword is only two fingers wide, and the hilt is also slender. It looks very sharp. It is painted with golden and red phoenix patterns, which is very beautiful. Lan Shuang fell in love with it at a glance.

"Master, does this sword have a name?"

Venerable Qinghe handed her the sword, Lan Shuang took it with both hands, and faintly heard the sound of the phoenix crowing in her ears.

"This sword is called Jingluan."

"Good name." Lan Shuang fondled Jingluan's sword body, her fingertips were cut by the sword energy, a drop of blood fell on the sword, and was quickly absorbed by the sword. Immediately, a blurred line with Jingluan appeared in Lan Shuang's mind. Luan's connection.

"The sword has spirit, Jingluan takes the initiative to recognize you as master, you have to make good use of it." Venerable Qinghe looked pleased.

"Yes." Lan Shuang stood up holding Jingluan, and with a thought, she retracted Jingluan into her own sea of ​​consciousness, a small one, and looked a little cute.

"Congratulations, Junior Sister." Jiang Lusheng looked at her with a gentle smile.

Lan Shuang smiled, cupped her hands at him and said, "In the future, I will have to work hard for you, senior brother, to teach you a lot."

Jiang Lusheng returned the salute, "Junior Sister, you are welcome."

"Okay, step back, it's time for others to follow."

Venerable Qinghe waved his hand, Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng stepped back and stood behind him.

The other disciples looked at Lan Shuang enviously, and the following master apprenticeship ceremony was somewhat boring.

When this round is over, Venerable Qinghe will let them go back first.

There are still many people behind, one round after another, and there is no one that cannot be completed in three days.

Lan Shuang and Jiang Lusheng returned to Guanyun Peak.

When I went back, it was Jiang Lusheng Yujian who was carrying Lan Shuang. Lan Shuang hugged Jiang Lusheng's waist, felt his tension, and said with a smile: "Brother, teach me how to control the sword? After I learn it, I can control the sword by myself without trouble." is you."

Jiang Lusheng was startled, "No trouble."

"Really?" Lan Shuang said: "But I feel that you seem very uncomfortable. Have you never taken others with you before?"

Jiang Lusheng nodded: "I haven't brought it before, you are the first one."

"Really? I'd be honored then."

The time to speak reached Guanyun Peak, Jiang Lusheng controlled the sword to fall to the ground, Lan Shuang let go of his hand, and walked briskly to his residence, "Brother, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?"

Jiang Lusheng shook his head.

"Then I'll go first." Lan Shuang turned around and waved at him, "I'm going back to practice, see you, brother."

"Goodbye."

Watching Lan Shuang's back disappear into the shade of flowers and trees, the smile on Jiang Lusheng's face gradually disappeared.

He returned to his Huanxue Garden and looked at the pear blossoms that never faded all year round. He couldn't tell what it was like, but felt an emotion rampant in his chest.

After standing in the courtyard for a while, he suddenly called out his Qingxu Sword, the long sword pierced the clouds and swooped in. Jiang Lusheng turned around and grabbed the hilt of the sword and rose into the air. The flakes fell like snow.

The wind is rustling, the blue clothes are fluttering, and it's like entering a fairyland suddenly.

Jiang Lusheng thought that his heart would calm down like this, but he didn't expect that Lan Shuang's face was still in his mind when he practiced the sword.

After a pause, he staggered and pressed the tip of his sword against the ground. After stabilizing his figure, he laughed at himself, "It's messed up."

It's just that I don't know if it's the sword move that's messed up, or the heart is messed up. (end of this chapter)