What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

The silence made Bai Xingyun's complexion gradually darken.

He knew that it was impossible for Xiao Fangdao to hand over Wu Que's book so easily, but he didn't understand her intention of doing this—could it be to show him how well the Unfeeling Sect could be controlled?

He took a step closer, and this movement made the cold wind blow in through the opening of his clothes. It implied a kind of humiliation. No one can remain indifferent to such humiliation. As the master of a sect, Bai Xingyun should feel more shame.

And he didn't.His movements are still as elegant as if he were catching the clouds and the moon, and neither the hemp cover nor the silk will add to his beauty, nor will he detract from it.

Beautiful things are often fragile and easy to break, and noble personalities are often subject to damage and exploitation.

He knew very well that they were all empty things that could not be relied on.

"Sect Master Xiao, regardless of whether or not these disciples have the heart to seek the Tao... How can they comprehend Wuque's essence in such a short time with their talents?"

Xiao Fangdao seemed to be quite confident: "Is this thing difficult? It's only one volume, and it's enough to find any beginner disciple."

"..."

Bai Xingyun's expression froze - that's not what Haikou boasted.

Seeing that no one responded, and no one stood up, Xiao Fangdao showed a little helplessness.

"Alright, since you guys are so lazy about practicing martial arts, I will give this opportunity to a diligent disciple."

Xu Chuilu thought that this matter had nothing to do with her, but when she heard this sentence, she suddenly had a bad premonition—although she couldn't get along with diligence, but she and Xuanjian were very close to the center, so Xiao Fangdao couldn't be thinking about it. Just grab one nearby?

When the teacher wants to roll the roll, you must not look at him.

Xu Chuilu followed this principle and buried his head extremely low.

However, a pair of cloth shoes moved towards him.

She wished she didn't recognize the shoe's owner—but she couldn't kid herself, because it clearly showed the wet water she accidentally spilled on it while hauling the barrel.

No way?Wouldn't it be true that there is a teacher who refuses to choose the three good students at the same table, and insists on pointing out the poor student who is the last one to make a fool of himself?

Xiao Fangdao stopped walking.

"Xu Chuilu, come here."

Xu Chuilu's scalp exploded, like a glow on his back.

She, come, no, no.

There was quite a commotion around.Some disciples were quietly inquiring about this disciple's background, while others recognized her as the upright undercover agent who was caught by Xiao Fangdao that day.

After several days, this traitor did not die, but stayed behind and became the sword servant of Hall Master Shui?

But she was wearing Jueshetang's clothes, she had been standing with Uncle Xuanjian just now, and now she was going to be taught Wuque by the suzerain...

Xu Chuilu was dripping with cold sweat, and every part of his body was stiff.

It's not that she hasn't spoken in front of everyone before, but the premise is that there are more important figures in front to attract attention, and no one will care if she acts a death on the spot.

What does it take to change from an invisible passerby to the focus of public opinion?

Just a top-notch sentence.

Please, don't look at her, doesn't Bai Xingyun look good with his disheveled clothes!

"Sect, Sect Master... disciples won't."

She barely struggled with a thin mosquito-fly voice.

"Of course you won't, will you still use me to teach you?"

Obviously, Xiao Fangdao didn't intend to let her go.

She took a deep breath—I'm sorry, Xuanjian.

"This disciple is just getting started and doesn't have a sword on his body. Why don't you let Master Xuanjian..."

"Shui Lian, lend her your sword."

? !

Shui Lian handed over the slender soft sword with a helpless expression of "I don't know what the suzerain is doing so I can't help you".

Xu Chuilu didn't really want to pick it up.

The soft sword enjoys the reputation of "the king of a hundred blades". It is beautiful and flexible, so it is extremely difficult. How can an untrained person master a sword technique so quickly?

Those sharp weapons in her hands will definitely become tools for self-harm.

This weird embarrassment made Bai Xingyun unable to stand it any longer.

He frowned, like a righteous guest who persuaded people to stop domestic violence, and said to Xiao Fangdao: "Sect Master Xiao, why should you embarrass a disciple who has no inner strength? There is no rush to deal with Zhan, as long as you are sincere—— "

"Teacher Bai can go down the mountain if he doesn't want to watch, anyway, I will only teach this time."

"..."

Xu Chuilu had nothing to say, so he could only take the sword.

【Bai Xingyun may not be a human being, but Xiao Fangdao is a real dog.Get ready to collect my body, Zhao Lu. 】

[For the third match, please choose the winner you think. ]

Xu Chuilu's brain trembled: [What?The two rounds just now have ended, I thought the lack of rewards was due to a system delay, but there is still a third round? 】

[Yes, this is the last game. ]

[Wait, who fights who?The current situation is harmonious. 】

【...The third game you mentioned, it can't be me and Xiao Fangdao, right? ! 】

[Yes, host. ]

[So, when she said "teach" me, she meant...]

[Discuss with you. ]

Xu Chuilu could not scold anymore.

She only knew that people in the Jianghu like to solve problems by fighting, but she didn't expect that such a major issue as education, which is related to the national economy and people's livelihood, can also be solved by fighting.

Children's martial arts are always bad, and a beating will be fine.

Impeccable perfect logic.

[Send a proposition, really send a proposition.Obviously, as a party to the battle, I should have the absolute advantage of predicting the outcome. Even if I can't control the win, I can at least guarantee the loss, right?But will Xiao Fangdao make me lose?It doesn't make any sense for me to lose to her. 】

[However, you must make your choice quickly. ]

Xu Chuilu's fingertips were tightly attached to the cloud and water sculpture on the hilt, showing the greatest confidence in his life: [A draw. 】

[OK, I have entered your answer. ]

The sky is getting dark and the sun is setting.

When Xiao Fangdao appeared, the sky and the earth were coated with a layer of warm color, and now this ray of light is also covering Xu Chuilu's body.

She looked at that face that could not be stared at fiercely, and her chest was suddenly filled with a strange tranquility.

Dusk is a wonderful time, it can bear both the joy of marriage and the sorrow of heartbreak, even this absurd discussion becomes reasonable under its sway.

Being personally "guided" by No. [-] in the world can be said to be a godsend opportunity and a highlight in life that countless people can't dream of.Therefore, you don’t lose money if you die, and you earn blood while you’re alive.

Xu Chuilu forcibly stabilized his mind.

Then, she heard the sound of Xiao Fangdao - it didn't come from the throat.

Another encrypted private chat.

But this time it was much gentler than before, and apart from a little fright, it didn't cause any real damage to her body.

"How did you make Shui Lian win just now, how to make yourself win now."

Xu Chuilu was startled.

She refers to the black mist formed by light water?Did she see what she did?What is the relationship between this thing and Wuque?

Is it really such a coincidence that the special effects she created coincided with Wuque?

Even so, why did Xiao Fangdao choose her?If that's true, wouldn't it be the same for everyone Xiao Fangdao wants to teach?

Unless, she can only teach herself.

Xu Chuilu's eyes flickered, looking at the big "worry" and one line of "pleading" on the fan-shaped chart, he suddenly had a bold guess.

"Please enlighten me, the suzerain."

She lowered her weight and raised her sword to stab.

The body of the sword has no internal strength to support it, it is uncontrollably soft, the hand is obviously lifted to the east, but the tip of the sword is deflected to the west by itself.Rather than saying that she was attacking, it was better to say that Xiao Fangdao was chasing her sword and resisting with his body.

"Crooked."

Xiao Fangdao clamped the white blade with two fingers and pulled it back an inch, so that it was aimed at the center of his eyebrows.

Xu Chuilu saw that the sharp point of the sword was only a few centimeters away from her skin, even though he knew it would not hurt her, he still wanted to withdraw the long sword in shock.But when she tried to pull back, she found that the blade of the sword was like a poisonous snake pinched seven inches, only trembling weakly a few times, unable to move at all.

This frustration is exactly the same as the self-doubt she had when drawing tiger dogs when she was learning to paint.

"Don't retreat, stab forward."

Xiao Fangdao's prompt was short and powerful.

The right hand holding the sword caused pain in the wrist bone due to exertion, and Xu Chuilu even suspected that her tenosynovitis had flared up again.

Under the stalemate, she was heartbroken, and she simply didn't care what weapon she was holding, and added the other hand, and it was better to hold it with both hands, and the tip of the sword moved half an inch forward, she was immediately overjoyed, and took advantage of it This opportunity is fully wedged into the gap.

The red shadow moved to the left lightly, the blockage was empty, she lost her target, her center of gravity suddenly lost, and she threw forward irretrievably.

Before falling, he hooked her belt with one hand and pulled back the sword and the person.

"continue."

Xu Chuilu learned a little bit, no longer just blindly stab forward, but instead used his double blade to cut from the side.

She chased after Xiao Fangdao's black hair floating in the wind, trying to chop off one or two hairs with the sword.After changing her mentality, she felt that it was much easier to accept—it wasn't murder or hurt, she was just a barber who cleaned the dry ends of the other party's hair.

"good."

With a word of encouragement, Xu Chuilu became more determined, and even felt that the hilt of the sword had been ironed with heat in the palm of his hand, reaching the state of the unity of human and sword——

No, the temperature is...

She looked up in astonishment, and she saw a wisp of black smoke rising from the edge of the sword.

"Come again."

Under the astonishment of the crowd, Xu Chuilu used the most exquisite martial arts mentality in the world in the most comical sword dancing posture.

With the blessing of the black mist, her movements are no longer so chaotic and unrestrained, and the color of the sword energy leaves a short trace in the air, like a brush dipped in thick ink, like a dragon and a snake.This sense of familiarity found some direction for him to use the sword.

[Once this setting is brought in, no one is a master of swordsmanship anymore. 】

Her last sword passed under Xiao Fang's side, although it didn't damage his clothes, but made a strand of broken hair blend with the black mist.

She put away her sword immediately, and the sound of the gurgling water also stopped.

Xiao Fangdao's eyes were already full of smiles.

"How, have you learned it?"

"The disciples have met, thank you, Sect Master, for teaching them all."

……

[What a fart!Is that what she taught!I want to thank her for my special effects for whoring for nothing! 】

[Congratulations, the task "gambling to win or lose, win or lose" has been completed, rewards: upper limit of physical strength +10, flat water. ]

【Okay, it's not impossible to thank you. 】

Xu Chuilu walked back to Xuanjian, and found that everyone looked at her... very strange.

It's too much to say that I'm terrified, and it's not enough to say that I'm admiring. If I insist on it, it's very similar to the complicated staring after I learned that my old classmate who went abroad to study abroad finished her Ph.D.

People will have different reactions after seeing things beyond their own cognition. Some people feel fear, some people feel suspicious, and some people are calm on the surface but shaken in their hearts.

Bai Xingyun left without saying a word, and took the group of Yumen disciples with him.

The simple concepts and firm beliefs formed by their decades of martial arts practice have been severely damaged. This kind of blow is painful and devastating.

The disciples of the Unfeeling Sect also dispersed like walking corpses.

The only one talking to her was Xuanjian.

"Xu...Miss Xu, you are a prodigy in martial arts, and I hope you can follow the suzerain in the future, and don't go astray."

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No, I am not.

I'm just an ordinary little painter.

The author has something to say: The part where Xu and Xiao exchange ideas is very similar to the author and the reader——

Me: I tried my best to write thousands of words.

Comment: ok.

(I don’t mean to dislike it! It’s just a sense of substitution [×)

Then there is actually no villain in this sand sculpture essay, or in other words, all of you are villains (?)