Master Beauty, He Loves Nobody [Transmigration Book]

This is obviously an explanation that doesn't look like an explanation, and it feels a bit casual, but Baili Cujing feels strangely that he seems to be telling the truth.

And he doesn't seem to need to lie to himself, after all, if he really wants to do it, he doesn't need to play these fake things.

In the final analysis, the strength gap between the two is still too big, if he can let go of his killing intent now, who will know in the future?

It's better to improve your strength faster, so that you can...

When Baili Cujing came back to his senses, the man in white under Yuexia had disappeared, and he left without even saying hello, probably to do something more important...

But what is the so-called more important thing?

Baili Cujing was suddenly a little curious, his eyes flickered, but he knew that if he asked directly, he would definitely not be able to find out the result. This master has too many secrets and doubts waiting to be discovered...

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A month later.

Baili Cujing lived quite happily this month, and there was no other reason. Because of his injury, his perverted master didn't force him to practice qigong anymore, and didn't even ask him about his qigong practice speed.

He only came here twice in the first few days after he was injured, and every time he came, he put down the corresponding wound medicine and left without saying a word, which made him feel a little bit puzzled while he was relieved.

In the past, he was also injured and vomited blood, but at that time, Pei Cangyi didn't allow him to rest at all. Basically, he would give him cumbersome homework every day, let him practice from morning to night, and he was so tired every day. bed to sleep on.

This time, he was allowed to be lazy and paddling for a month, which is strange.

After being raised for a month, Baili Cujing's injuries have almost recovered. On this day, he wanted to go to the martial arts training ground to exercise his muscles and bones, so he walked out of his yard.

Chengyun Terrace is the place where Pei Cangyi specially trains his disciples. It is located on an ice peak that goes straight up and down. Those who are not the direct disciples of Lord Cangwu cannot enter.

Because the other disciples have been out of the teacher for a long time, Miss Hualuo specializes in medicine, so in the past two years, Chengyuntai has almost become a special training ground for Baili Cujing.

But after he went up today, he found that there was a young boy in the martial arts training ground that originally belonged to him.

The young man was wearing a blue robe, black hair and a crown, and his face was very beautiful. He also carried the pride of the royal family. He was Nan Xinjin.

Baili Cujing raised his eyebrows.

Nan Xinjin was practicing sword at the moment, the morning sun shone on him, reflecting the sweat on his face, there was a beauty of vigor and power.

Seeing him coming, Nan Xinjin was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on his dazzling red shirt, he pursed his lips awkwardly and saluted him: "Brother Baili."

Baili Cujing waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, you practice yours."

Nan Xinjin couldn't wait for the sound, and went to practice sword again in sweat.

Baili Cujing leaned on the railing to watch him practice his sword, and recognized that the set of swordsmanship he practiced was Pei Cangyi's unique skill. Although it was very complicated, Baili Cujing learned it all in just eight days. .

There are 64 moves in this set of swordsmanship, and Nan Xinjin is practicing No.30 moves at the moment, which is specious, and it can be seen at a glance that he has hardly mastered it.

Baili Cujing slightly curled his lips, and asked with his head half supported: "How long have you been practicing this sword technique?"

"It's been 30 days, I learned one move a day." Nan Xinjin's voice was a little proud, and he asked, "Did Senior Brother Baili also learn this sword technique?"

Baili Cujing said lazily, "Of course, this sword technique is basic."

"Then how long have you learned it?" Nan Xinjin was curious.

"eight days."

Nan Xinjin didn't believe it: "Eight days? You have memorized formulas for eight days, right?"

The corner of Baili Cujing's lips twitched again: "I memorized all the formulas in just one hour. Eight days are from the beginning to the mastery."

He simply sat down on the fence, swung one leg, glanced at Nan Xinjin, and asked lazily: "You are so stupid, and you practice so slowly, how many Jiexian rulers have you endured? Does it hurt?" Pain? Shall I give you a bottle of pain-relieving ointment for my brother?"

As Lord Cangwu's apprentice, he must have suffered a lot of beatings, poor little prince.

As a senior brother, I have to take care of him no matter what, and teach him a little bit of experience from someone who has been there.

When Baili Cujing was waiting for him to cast a moving look, he found that Nan Xinjin looked at him with a dazed face, "What is the fairy ruler? Master has never hit me, and Master has always praised me." You're smart!" Having said that, he proudly raised his head.

Baili Cujing: "..."

impossible!When Pei Cangyi was training him back then, he was extremely strict with him. If he made a mistake, he would be whipped with the Immortal Ruler, three times a day.

He was such a smart and talented person who had received so many beatings, this Nan Xinjin was so much stupider than him, how could he not be beaten even once?

Baili Cujing squinted his eyes, and there was a flash of clarity in his eyes. It must be that the little prince was afraid of losing face, even if he was beaten, he would not say anything. Royal children are like this, he understands it very well.

There was a slight mockery on the corner of his lips, and he didn't expose the other party's lie, so he took it as a way to save face for the little prince.

But he didn't expect that the little prince didn't save him face, put away his sword, and asked him seriously with innocent eyes: "Brother Baili, do you often get beaten by master? What does Jie Xianchi look like? Is it from a private school?" Is it the same as hitting a student's ruler?"

Baili Cujing: "..."

This brat did it on purpose, right?What a curious baby!

He clenched his fist slightly in his sleeve, resisting the urge to blow the boy away with one palm, and was about to say something when the wind blew in the sky, and Pei Cang's clothes fluttered to the ground.

Baili Cujing's eyes narrowed slightly, Pei Cangyi's attire today was somewhat different from the past.

The original Pei Cangyi didn't pay much attention to dressing up, and he dangled in plain robes in front of people almost every day, the skirts were tightly buttoned, straight and boring, blinding his handsome face.

But today's Pei Cangyi was wearing a light blue robe, with a bamboo stick painted on the corner of the robe, which swayed with his movements, like the shadow of a bamboo dancing under the moonlight.

His hairstyle has also changed. He used to tie all his hair in a bamboo crown, looking stern and cold.

Today, however, he loosened his hair and tied it with a headband of the same color. The blue hair is like a waterfall, and the headband flutters along with the hair. He looks casual, but also terribly free and easy, with a hint of charm, Paired with his face that can be called all-powerful, it makes people unable to take their eyes off.

"Pay homage to Master." Nan Xin Jinhuan called out and bowed down, his eyes full of excitement and admiration.

And his sound also awakened Baili Cujing, who was a little lost in ecstasy, his eyes moved, and he also saluted Pei Cangyi.

Pei Cangyi didn't expect him to be here, so he frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything else. He swung his sleeves and got the two of them to stand up. How is it?"

Nan Xinjin immediately demonstrated the thirty moves, but Pei Cangyi saw the flaws in his move at a glance, and casually pointed it out for him to practice again.

This move is quite complicated, Nan Xinjin practiced it according to his instructions, but still didn't get the point, and the posture was not in place in some places.

Pei Cangyi wasn't impatient, and instructed him to practice twice, but there was still one place where the posture was not very standard, and it was easy to show his innocence in a real battle.

Pei Cangyi simply stood behind him, held his hand, and helped him practice the specific posture of this move.

The body of the master and the apprentice was almost stuck together, Pei Cangyi was fine, but Nan Xinjin was nervous and excited, his handsome face was flushed red, his nervous heart was beating like thunder, and he was sweating. More.

After teaching it three times in a row, Nan Xinjin finally found the right method, so Pei Cangyi let him go and let him practice again on his own.

Nan Xinjin's face turned pink, she was very embarrassed, scratched her head and asked, "Master, is this disciple too stupid?"

Pei Cangyi patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "Don't underestimate yourself, your aptitude is very good, it's just that you are a little more impetuous, you can be calmer."

Nan Xinjin was very happy to receive today's encouragement.

And Pei Cangyi's presence here made him more motivated, and he almost exerted all his strength to practice martial arts.Will dance around the water swordsmanship with softness to overcome rigidity so that it can be called a murderous look.

Pei Cangyi rubbed the center of his brows, the little prince's temperament is still too impetuous, he wants to show himself too much, and needs more tempering.

He really wanted to train Nan Xinjin into a talent. After all, this little prince was the only one who had a perfect affection for him. Only when this little guy became a talent could he become his right-hand man in the future.

He has to support a group of his own cronies to succeed.

Today's teaching task is considered complete, Pei Cangyi didn't want to waste any more time, turned around and was about to leave, when a voice stopped his footsteps: "Master, what is the disciple going to practice today?"

Pei Cangyi paused, turned around, and met Shang Baili Cujing's dark and bewitching eyes. There seemed to be some emotion in those eyes, but his face remained calm, just looking at him like that.

Pei Cangyi seemed to have just noticed his existence, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked back: "Is your injury healed?"

"Thank you, master, for your concern. This disciple has recovered from his injuries and can start to practice, so I would like to ask Master, what should I practice today?" Baili Cujing repeated.

Pei Cangyi thought for a while, then asked lightly: "What did you practice before you were injured?"

"Already practicing Wuxiang Gong."

"That's right, then you can continue to practice the Formless Kungfu." Pei Cangyi thought for a while, then took out a pale gold cheat book from his pocket and threw it to him, "If you finish practicing the Formless Kungfu, you can Just continue to practice this book."

Baili Cujing: "..." He looked at the secret book in his hand, the expression in his eyes was hard to discern.

Nan Xinjin has been listening to the movement with his ears upright, and the movement of dancing the sword is getting slower and slower. Finally, he came over curiously and said, "Master, master, what kind of exercise is this? I want to learn it too, and you can teach it too." Am I okay?"