[Comprehensive] The way home of the poisonous sister

A boy who was only eight or nine years old in a purple and white Taoist uniform, with a round face, was looking curiously at the surrounding mist, and waved his hands forward.

Where is this? It seems that I have never seen such a place in the Qionghua School before.

With the waving of the young man's hands, the originally misty mist gradually dissipated, and a gloomy mountain stream appeared from it, and a dreamlike tower slowly appeared in the mountain stream.

The tower has ten floors.

The last layer almost goes into the clouds.

The red light on the body of the tower flickers, and a golden or purple light flashes from time to time.

The young man stood outside the tower door, looked at the door knocker in front of him, and didn't know whether to push it away or turn around and leave.

"Ziying, Ziying, come here quickly."

A lively and pleasant voice slowly reached the ears of the young man in purple and white Taoist uniform in front of him.

The boy's round eyes blinked lightly, and he muttered softly: "Who is calling me? Come out quickly! If you don't come out again, Ziying will tell the master that you sneaked out of the morning class."

Speaking of this, the boy's eyes widened, his fleshy face put away his expression, and he looked a bit serious!

It's just that the overly delicate face made this somewhat less believable.

It's just that the agile voice didn't stop, nor did it appear, as if he didn't pay attention to the boy's words at all.

"Ziying, go a little further, come here quickly."

The ethereal voice kept urging.

It made Ziying walk a few steps forward uncontrollably.

It wasn't until she stepped out for a long time that Ziying felt something was wrong.

"Don't play tricks, let me tell you, I have practiced five spirits to return to the clan yesterday, so I am not afraid of you." Ziying said, a blue sword slowly appeared in her fleshy right hand, He made a gesture of raising his hand, shielding his chest, holding his breath and concentrating.

"Ziying, Ziying, Ziying..."

The voice no longer urged him to come over, but kept calling his name.

One after another light and illusory voices kept rushing towards Murong Ziying, pulling him almost to the edge of reason and fantasy.

"Don't tempt me again, the five spirits return to the clan."

A row of transparent long swords followed Ziying's words, arranged around his body, protecting him from the intrusion of the surrounding sounds.

On Ziying's serious and delicate face, the frown finally relaxed a little, and she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with her fleshy little hands, just about to show a relaxed smile.

The tower door, which had been closed tightly all along, creaked and opened.

Ziying's pupils shrank for a moment, she didn't expect that the door would be opened by no one.

He looked in with vigilant eyes.

As if the illusory tower gate finally opened, it was not full of treasures or countless classics as Ziying imagined.

At the bottom of the tower gate, a huge sword was shining with red light, and it kept circling around. The whole body of the sword was trembling constantly. Suddenly, it stabbed directly at the man standing outside the tower gate. Ziying stared at the sword in a daze.

"what"

Seeing that the sword's light was getting brighter and brighter, and it was only a centimeter away from her, Ziying yelled, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Huhuhu, luckily it's a dream." Ziying was startled awake, and only when she found herself lying on her bed did she exhale softly.

On the sword dance floor, Ziying and other senior brothers practiced swords as usual, but today Ziying's eyes are dull, and she is obviously not in the mood.

There is a tall and strong tree beside the Jianwuping. At this time, on a slender branch, a woman in a blue Taoist uniform and a jade crown is lying on it.

She held a piece of green grass in her mouth, and the tip of her tongue kept pressing on it, and the grass in her mouth danced and swayed accordingly.

Looking at the little radish under the tree dancing vigorously with swordsmanship, the woman nodded appreciatively, and said to herself: "Yes, as expected, it is indeed the disciples taught by me, the disciples taught by Senior Sister Bi Suyao. Superior."

The pride in his tone was not concealed at all.

However, what happened to Ziying today.

"Okay, everyone has done a good job in the morning class today. Swordsmanship needs to be practiced properly. Now let's go to rest." The woman jumped down from the tree, spit out the grass in her mouth, put her hands behind her back, and walked towards a The little radish head looked at him and waved his hands. When everyone was about to leave, he walked up to Ziying who was also leaving together and said, "Ziying, wait a minute."

"Uncle Suxi, I have orders to keep Ziying." Ziying looked at the always gentle and energetic Uncle Suxi and left her alone, wondering if she had any special orders for her.

Su Xi stroked Ziying's black hair that only reached her waist, shook her head, and said: "Ziying, you don't look very good today, but you slept late last night."

After hearing what Master Suxi said, Ziying realized that she was worried about herself, so she shook her head empathetically: "Ziying is fine, the weather was dry last night, so it was inevitable that she was restless, which caused the uncle to rest. Ziying's worry is Ziying's."

Seeing Ziying's careful but extraordinarily mature and prudent appearance, Su Xi slapped him on the head directly, and said with an angry smile: "You are so young, why do you act like a little old man every day? , then, this is for you."

Suxi took out a candied haws from her storage bag and handed it directly to Ziying.

"Uncle, Ziying doesn't eat candied haws anymore." Ziying said with a serious face, she refused, but her eyes glanced uncontrollably for several times.

Seeing that Ziying didn't answer, Suxi directly stuffed candied haws into his mouth, stretched Ziying's mouth wide, and poked him several times, jokingly said: "You like to pretend to be serious in front of others. What to say about you, but in front of the uncle, you never have to pretend, in the uncle's heart, you are no different from your own child, if a child pretends to be in front of the mother, it will hurt her heart."

"Understood, Master." Ziying knew that in the entire Qionghua Sect, apart from the master, Master Suxi was the person who treated her best.

I was sent to Qionghua by my parents since I was a child, and it was Master Su Xi who took care of me all the time. In my heart, she was more important than my biological parents.

Su Xi didn't know that while she was talking, many thoughts had turned in Zi Ying's mind, she just patted his head, and suddenly sighed softly: "If I'm not here in the future, you have to take good care of yourself alone. "

"Uncle, are you going to leave Qionghua?" Ziying was puzzled, why did Uncle Suxi say that suddenly, is she going to leave?

But Martial Aunt Suxi is just like me, she grew up in the Qionghua Sect. Even compared to her relatives who are still alive, Martial Aunt Suxi is the only one of her own. If she leaves the Qionghua Sect, where can she go? Woolen cloth?

Su Xi smiled, but didn't answer directly, instead took the sword in Ziying's hand, and danced the sword directly.

"Ziying, my uncle will teach you another trick today, you should be optimistic about it."

Su Xi swung his sword towards the tree he had just perched on, and the huge sword that almost turned into substance directly split the whole tree in half.

Avoiding the huge dust generated after the tree body fell, Ziying's eyes were shining brightly, she walked up to Master Suxi and asked, "Master Suxi, what is this trick called?"

Although Ziying has learned a lot of sword moves, this is the first time she has seen such powerful sword moves.

Su Xi caressed the long sword, pursed his lips, a trace of nostalgia flashed across his face that always had a smile in the past, and his tone was quiet and unknown.

"This move is called Transforming Form into Truth Like a Sword."

Ziying felt that Uncle Suxi was a little strange today, and her eyes were unconsciously tainted with worry as she looked at her.

Suxi quickly recovered from the sudden loneliness just now, looked at Ziying who was staring at her seriously all the time, and suddenly made a joke: "If you want to practice this trick, I'm afraid it will take a few years. The trick is just to let you experience the power of your uncle, so that you will not go to morning class honestly tomorrow."

"Hehe" Ziying, who was underestimated, was not so easily dismissed, her fleshy palm curled up, and she only left her index finger to point at the tree that had been cut off in half, and she complained solemnly: "Uncle Suxi, you The big tree in Jianwuping has been cut down, and the head may go to talk to you about the rules of the house."

"You eat little things from the inside out." Su Xi was most afraid of her senior sister in her life, especially after she became the head of the sect.

Suxi angrily pinched Ziying's delicate fleshy face. The tender and smooth touch made Su Xi want to pinch it again, but Ziying dodged quickly and went straight to the disciple. Room ran away.

Ziying went back to her room, sat on the edge of the bed, touched her slightly painful face with her hands, and said secretly: "Uncle Suxi pinches her face every time, no wonder I have grown fatter recently .”

A few days later, Ziying was doing her morning class as usual, she never imagined that after several hours of sword dancing today, Uncle Suxi hadn't arrived yet.

When Ziying was complaining secretly that Master Suxi might be running somewhere to be lazy again, a figure suddenly appeared on the Jianwu ground.

A woman in a green Taoist uniform with a dignified face descended from the sky, causing the sword-wielding disciples to bow and salute one after another: "My disciples pay homage to the master."

Suyao looked at the dozens of teenagers, the oldest of whom were no more than eleven or twelve years old, and said coldly and ruthlessly: "I am here today to inform you that Suxi has been expelled from Qionghua , she will not be your teacher in the future, do you hear me clearly?"

The saluting disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing why Master Su Xi was expelled from Qionghua all of a sudden, but because of the usual fear of the master, no one dared to question him.

Suyao boredly looked at the disciples below, her sharp eyes kept shooting, and when she saw Murong Ziying, who was the shortest in the front, her eyebrows were closed, and her voice was flat: "Murong Ziying, I heard that you His swordsmanship has already surpassed the other disciples by a lot, and you will teach the morning lessons of the disciples from now on, do you have any objections."

"The disciple has no objection."

After knowing that Uncle Suxi was expelled from Qionghua, Ziying already guessed the meaning of what the uncle said to herself a few days ago, so facing the order of the head, Ziying had no choice but to obey.

After all, if Uncle Suxi could be happier leaving Qionghua, then there is nothing wrong with leaving.