I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Xin Shiniang was originally a fox demon with thousands of years of Taoism. Although she abolished her demon core, her physical foundation is still there, and it took a few days to step into the innate realm.

Stepping on the muddy water all the way forward, Li Er didn't care about Xin Shishiniang's skirt that was stained by the muddy water.

She was originally a fox demon, but now she has cultivated to the innate realm, not so delicate.

Not far from the outskirts of Guobei County, Lear stopped.

Xin Shishiniang followed Lear's gaze and asked softly, "Master, is there something wrong with those two?"

There is a simple pavilion ahead.

In the pavilion, a high-spirited warrior with a slender figure sat upright, leaning on his sword.

His eyes were cold, his expression was cold, and he was holding a hard steamed bun in his hand.

Wu Fu was tearing at the blood-stained steamed bun bite by bite.

Outside the pavilion, there is a scholar.

The scholar has a delicate appearance and a weak body. He wears a worn-out Confucian shirt, and his whole body is wet by the rain, like a drowned rat.

The scholar also held a blood-stained steamed bun in his hand. He looked at the high-spirited warrior sitting in the pavilion with fear on his face, and he dared not enter the pavilion to shelter from the rain.

On the muddy road under his feet, several corpses were lying. These corpses were decapitated, and the blood stained the muddy water red.

What a coincidence.

Lear took a look, then ignored the two of them, and continued walking forward.

Seeing Lear walking by, the rain avoided it by itself.

The scholar stared blankly at Lear's master and apprentice, with an incredulous expression on his face.

In the pavilion, Wu Fu suddenly stood up.

"Are you human or demon?"

Wu Fu lifted the long sword, his eyes narrowed into thin lines.

This martial artist is also in the Xiantian realm, and he is also a swordsman, with a sharp sword intent exuding from his body, and he looked at Lier and Xin Shishiniang with unfriendly eyes.

Lear turned his head, with a half-smile, "How many years ago was the last person who drew a sword at me, I can't remember."

"You swordsman is very courageous. You dare to draw your sword at me. Your courage is commendable."

Swept by Lear's gaze, the iron sword in the swordsman's hand immediately began to hum and tremble, and even the blade began to bend.

Once a swordsman monarch, no ordinary sword dared to challenge Lear.

Seeing the sword bent in his hand, the swordsman had a solemn expression, and asked again in a cold voice, "Are you a human or a demon?"

Xin Shishiniang took a step forward and said to the swordsman, "You martial artist is so rude. My master is neither human nor demon."

"My master is a fairy."

"Bold evildoer, how dare you lie to me, Xiahou? I, Xiahou, have been in the Jianghu for decades. I have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and wiped out demons and ghosts. Only I have never heard of immortals in the world!"

"Look at the sword!"

Lear laughed and shook his head.

This Xiahou swordsman dared to claim the pinnacle of swordsmanship in front of him, Lear?

"Fourteen Niang, go and teach him a lesson, so that he doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and really encounters a ghost and loses his life."

"Yes!"

Xin Shishiniang nodded, and walked towards Xiahou swordsman opposite him with calm eyes.

He is also a martial artist in the Xiantian realm, but Xin Shishiniang didn't take the Xiahou swordsman in front of her eyes.

In this world, martial arts are weak, and martial arts practitioners generally polish their qi and blood, grow their qi and blood to the extreme, and then give birth to true qi, condense the true energy to the extreme, and then compress it into true energy.They don't have all kinds of magical martial arts techniques, but some superficial moves.

Their superficial moves are far from the martial arts techniques taught by their master.

"Your Excellency, please!"

Xin Shishiniang raised her hand, and the rain immediately gathered and condensed into a water sword in her hand.

Swordsman Xiahou shrank his pupils, and said in a deep voice, "Using the demon method, you still say you are not a demon?"

Xin Shiniang shook her head and said with a light smile, "Your Excellency, this is not a demon technique, but just a superficial way of using the true essence."

"Demon talk to confuse the public!"

The Xiahou swordsman charged out with his sword, and the muddy water was splashed from his feet.

The long sword was fierce and fast, and it swept away the wind and rain.

Lear nodded silently.

Without the inheritance of swordsmanship, this swordsman named Xiahou's talent is not weak if he can cultivate swordsmanship to this level by groping alone.

"Girl, this swordsman is a murderer, you must be careful!"

Next to him, the scholar was drenched, watching the Xiahou swordsman attacking Xin Shishiniang with his sword, his face was full of anxiety, and he couldn't help but remind him.

Xin Shiniang swung the long sword away with a sword in her hand, turned to look at the scholar, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, my lord."

The scholar stood in the rain, Xin Shi Niang's smiling face filled his mind, as if he had been electrocuted, and he was even more dumbfounded.

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pouring rain.

The rain was connected into a thin line, gathering water swords in Xin Shishiniang's hands.

Xin Shiniang danced in the rain in a goose-yellow dress.

A sword was handed out, and the strong wind carried rainwater, continuously hitting the opposite swordsman.

This rainwater is not ordinary rainwater, but sword rain wrapped in true essence.

This sword technique is called Pishui Sword.

In the rain, the scholar was drenched. He was holding a hard steamed bun in his hand. At this moment, the steamed bun was soaked in the rain and became soft. He still unconsciously stared at the beautiful girl dancing in the rain.

A smile and a sentence of thank you for your concern, young master, made him fall.

Lear shook his head and laughed.

The duel between Xin Shishiniang and Xiahou swordsman is not worthy of Lear's attention, because Lear has long since stopped sticking to moves and swordsmanship.In Lear's eyes, the two men competed with swords like a child's play, full of flaws everywhere.

Glancing at the scholar, Lear didn't say much.

Xin Shishiniang was born beautiful, her figure and appearance were not to be picky, coupled with her gentle, kind, knowledgeable and courteous temperament, she did have a fatal attraction for scholars.

This scholar is just an ordinary person, and it is normal for him to be moved when he sees a beautiful woman.

But this scholar is doomed to have an unrequited love.

Xin Shishiniang is Lear's registered disciple, regardless of her status or influence, she is not equal to a scholar.Since Xin Shiniang kowtowed at Lear's feet, she has broken away from the mundane world.

In the arena, the long sword gathered by the drizzle was three inches in front of Xiahou swordsman's throat, and the cold sword edge made Xiahou swordsman recognize the reality.

"What an exquisite swordsmanship!"

"I lost......"

In the heavy rain, Xiahou swordsman dropped his arms weakly, and the heavy rain drenched his body, making him look extremely decadent.

Thinking of him, Xiahou, who learned swordsmanship at the age of 13, swept across the rivers and lakes, beheaded countless bandits and bandits with his sword, and even beheaded ghosts. He thought he was already the top swordsman in the world.

Except for Yan Chixia, the captive who was so powerful in the 26 provinces of Kanto and Kansai, he had never met an opponent in swordsmanship, and he didn't want to lose easily to a woman today.Moreover, he didn't go through ten tricks in that woman's hands.

Xin Shishiniang waved her hand, and the long sword turned into water droplets and scattered all over the ground. She ran to Lear, her eyebrows drooped, and she asked Lier with a smile, "Master, Shishiniang didn't disappoint you, did she?"

Lear looked at his disciple, shook his head, and said, "You could have defeated him with three swords, but you didn't catch the flaw in his swordsmanship, and only took ten swords to defeat him. What is there to be complacent about?"

"Thank you for your teaching, Master, I know I was wrong."

Xin Shishiniang lowered her head, not daring to look into Lear's eyes.

That's right, Master, he is a first-class figure of Immortal Venerable. As a disciple of Master, what is there to be proud of defeating an ordinary swordsman?Fourteen Niang, you must practice harder and never let Master down!

Xin Shishiniang secretly warned herself.

On the side, the scholar couldn't stand anymore, he came forward, frowned, and said to Lear, "Your Excellency, Lingtu is just a woman, and her swordsmanship is already very good, you don't Is it necessary to be so strict with her?"

Lear glanced at the scholar, then asked with a chuckle, "How do you think I should treat her?"

The scholar was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously said, "You should be gentler and treat her better, and don't let her be wronged."

Xin Shiniang's expression turned cold, and she said seriously to the scholar, "My lord, I appreciate your kindness. Master, he is strict for the sake of Shiriniang, so you don't need to worry about it."

The scholar stood dumbfounded in the rain, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, feeling inexplicably sad.

Lear ignored the scholar, turned his head to look at Xiahou swordsman, and said with a smile, "Your swordsmanship should have been honed from killing. You have more than enough experience in ruthlessness, but you have lost your spirituality. You blindly pursue quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness in order to kill people." Injury is the ultimate goal, not superior swordsmanship."

"If your swordsmanship wants to go further, you might as well observe the world and take it as your teacher. When you have dissipated the fierceness in your chest and comprehended the true meaning from the mountains and rivers, your swordsmanship should be Take it to the next level."

After speaking, Lear ignored the meditating swordsman in the rain, and stepped forward.

Xin Shishiniang hurriedly followed in Lear's footsteps.

The scholar glanced at the heavy rain in the sky, then at the back of Xin Shiniang, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and chased after the backs of Li Er and Xin Shiniang.

Swordsman Xiahou stood blankly in the rain for a long time, his eyes flickering fiercely, and he walked back towards Guobei County.

It was getting dark, and the heavy rain gradually turned into light rain.

The scholar followed Xin Shishiniang, mustered up his courage and said, "Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, dare I ask the girl's name, where is she from, and where is she going?"

Xin Shishiniang frowned slightly.

She is not a fox ignorant of the world, and she can guess a little about the psychology of the scholar.

Lear turned his head to look at the scholar, and asked with a half-smile, "Scholar, do you check your household registration? Do you want to ask me if this student is married?"

The scholar was taken aback, and bowed deeply to Lear, "Thank you for your suggestion."

Looking at Xin Shishiniang, his cheeks were slightly flushed, "Girl, have you left the cabinet yet?"

Glancing at the cold face of the disciple, and then at the courageous scholar, Lear laughed, and couldn't help laughing.

This scholar is quite interesting, Lear himself forgot how many years ago he laughed so happily.

Ning Caichen scratched his head, and asked Lear puzzled, "Your Excellency, why are you laughing, but what did Xiaosheng say wrong?"

"Master!"

Xin Shishiniang looked at Li Er sadly, with deep helplessness in her eyes.

Li Er suppressed his smile, looked at Ning Caichen, and said seriously, "Scholar, go back quickly. Go back and find a gentle and virtuous woman to marry. With your status as a scholar, there should be many women who want to marry you. My disciple has been thinking about it, you are not a good match."

Even though Lear had spoken very euphemistically, Ning Caichen was outraged by the scholar's self-esteem.

He flicked his sleeves, and said to Lear with a serious expression, "Why do you assert that Xiaosheng is not good enough for your disciple? I wonder if you have heard about 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi? Xiaosheng is in a bit of embarrassment now, but he can't tell when it will be." What about the niche gold list title?

Lear said nothing.

Xin Shishiniang turned to look at Ning Caichen, "Master, thank you for your love, but Shishiniang only wants to serve her master in this life and will never marry. Please leave quickly and don't waste money on Shishiniang." It's time."

Ning Caichen looked suspiciously at Lier, then at Xin Shishiniang, and said righteously, "Girl, have you been threatened by him? Don't be afraid, if you are threatened by him, tell me boldly, I will definitely Help you out of his clutches."

Xin Shishiniang turned to Lear for help.

As the sky was getting dark, Lear stepped forward and said calmly, "Scholar, there are ghosts ahead, don't follow. If you insist on following, I won't guarantee your safety."

Ning Caichen sneered again and again, "Your Excellency is outrageous by not speaking, is it a guilty conscience for you to deceive Xiaosheng with such clumsy lies?"

"what ever."

Li Er glanced at Ning Caichen, and ignored him again.

After Lear finished speaking, gusts of wind blew in the forest immediately after the rain, accompanied by the howling of wild wolves.

Ning Caichen shrank his neck, and when he saw Xin Shishiniang's back, his eyes became firm again.

Chapter 248

After the rain in the mountains and forests, the air is fresh.

In the evening, it is the time for wild animals to come out to look for food.