There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

It must be for the purpose of destroying the Huo family. Too many masters were consumed, and it was useless.

There seems to be nothing scary about the Demon Gate. The thunder is loud and the rain is little, so there is nothing to worry about.

Lucky psychology and self-consolation made these people quickly forget the tragedy of Zhenwumen. Although some families of Zhenwumen have been propagating the threat of Momen, most people don't seem to take it seriously.

What they care about is the Dao League's upcoming Heaven Sacrifice Competition, which is the most important thing that the righteous way of the world cares about!

All sects are gearing up, even the four major sects are urging their disciples to practice more diligently.

In the Qinglian Sword Sect, the disciples were also cheering up, and the atmosphere among each other became extremely tense.The Heaven Sacrifice Competition is an important competition for these young disciples. If they get a good ranking, they will be able to receive key training from the sect.

Moreover, the Heaven Sacrifice Competition is held every 500 years. Anyone who is under the age of [-], has reached the Nascent Soul stage, and is a righteous disciple recognized by the Dao League can participate. It can be said that many people struggle once in a lifetime.

Those who are in the golden core stage are trying to break through like crazy.And those who were in the Nascent Soul stage also worked hard to cultivate, after all, when the time came, they would have more strength and more chances of winning.

The only ones who feel relaxed are those disciples whose age has reached the standard and whose cultivation has reached the stage of emptiness. However, these people are all talented and intelligent, and they could have received key training. Participating in the competition is just for fame, and The rewards and burdens for winning are relatively much smaller.

Compared with other people who are secretly desperate, Ruan Jianxin is very indifferent. She does not practice day and night, but instead, she holds a branch and dances the sword in the yard day by day.

Next to her is her big disciple who entered the house, the lowest seniority person of Qinglian Sword Sect——Tang Xuejian.

Sitting on the stone bench, Tang Xuejian watched his master dance the sword with eagerness written all over his face.

"I said, Master, why can't you practice hard for a while? You are dancing swords every day. I see those masters are practicing hard one by one, as if they are possessed by a demon. When I ask questions, they ignore me. Others work so hard. , you are so lazy, is it really okay?"

The branch in Ruan Jianxin's hand paused, and asked, "You have questions? Why didn't you say so?"

Tang Xuejian rolled his eyes: "Master, I asked if it was all right to help you hold back those uncles from practicing."

Ruan Jianxin was silent for a moment, and said: "This kind of thing is not allowed to be done again."

After finishing speaking, he danced the sword on his own.

Tang Xuejian naturally didn't understand, and asked persistently: "So Master, why do you dance your sword every day, tell me, okay, so I won't worry about you."

"Calm and concentrate, learn the new by reviewing the past, and understand the way of the sword." Ruan Jianxin gave his disciple a glance while dancing the sword: "If you have time to worry about it, it's better to practice. I taught you, have you practiced?"

"Of course, you don't even look at whose disciple I am."

Tang Xuejian raised his head proudly.

Ruan Jianxin stopped and waved to her: "Come here."

"What's the matter, Master?"

Tang Xuejian walked forward obediently.

Ruan Jianxin casually drew a sharp sword and threw it into her hand: "Check your homework."

"Uh......"

Tang Xuejian took the sword and couldn't help trembling.Ruan Jianxin's so-called checking homework is to let himself practice against her. Normally, in this case, her end will be very miserable.

But the teacher's order is hard to disobey, and her past experience told her that disobedience will lead to even worse consequences.

He secretly scolded himself for talking too much, but he had no choice but to draw out his sword, and said, "Master, then I'll do it!"

Ruan Jianxin put on a posture and nodded.

Tang Xuejian was unambiguous, and rushed over with the sword, a clean straight thrust, fierce, decisive, with a chic posture, impeccable momentum and strength.

However, Ruan Jianxin frowned.

Turning her wrist slightly, the branch lashed Tang Xuejian's wrist heavily, knocking the sword out of her hand.

"Glamourous, impetuous." Ruan Jianxin glared at her: "I once said, before doing anything, you have to observe first, have you forgotten?"

Tang Xuejian touched his wrist, pouted slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Master, the head master even praised me, why are you so strict?"

Ruan Jianxin narrowed his eyes, and the sword light flickered: "You did something wrong, I can't tell?"

Tang Xuejian's body stiffened, and she quickly shook her head: "Of course not, Master, what you taught me is that I am impetuous, so I will change it now."

Ruan Jianxin pointed to the wooden stake beside him: "Go to practice the straight thrust, practice five thousand times, if you can't finish it, you are not allowed to eat."

"Yes......"

Tang Xuejian wailed, but did not dare to complain, picked up the sword bitterly, and began to stab at the stake.

"one two three four......"

"Be serious and start over!"

"one two three four......"

"The pace is messed up, start over!"

"one two three four......"

"...do it all over again!"

Today's Tang Xuejian was as miserable as ever.

In the middle of the night, Tang Xuejian returned to his small hut with his almost unconscious right hand in his arms, and found that the room was filled with a scent of medicine. When he lit a candle, he saw a wooden barrel containing medicinal soup in the middle of the room.

She froze for a moment, ran outside, looked at Ruan Jianxin's house next to her, and found that the lights in the house had already been turned off, but the wooden barrel in her house was still steaming.

She pouted helplessly, took off her clothes and soaked in, thinking in her heart.