People Are In The World Of Cultivating Immortals, And Their Apprentices Are Cute

Naturally, Bai Muchun didn't know about Nan Shuangxue's whimsical thoughts.

Although he can observe words and expressions, it does not mean that he will always observe his disciples.

Who has nothing to do to peek into a disciple’s mind?

Peeping?

Then this is too perverted!

Bai Muchun considers himself not a bold person. Although he doesn't know much about the word "love", he doesn't pay much attention to it. He can only say that he maintains a "let nature take its course" mentality regarding the word "love".

After all, he is a person who has been baptized by modern advanced ideas and is not very interested in ancient etiquette.

The master and apprentice followed Ou Zhizi to the back mountainside.

Bai Muchun glanced around:

Compared to a hundred years ago, I am more generous...

They were in a palace, and spiritual swords of good quality were stored on both sides of the road.

Nan Shuangxue looked left and right with shining eyes, and whispered from time to time:

"This one is good, this one is good too..."

She thought that when she had the opportunity, or when her money bag became bulging, she would definitely give her master a spiritual sword.

Following Ou Zhizi to the end of the palace, Bai Muchun saw the sword he had stored here.

An old friend who traveled the world with me in the past.

【Evening Morning】

【Xiantu】

It's just a pity...

Nan Shuangxue stuck her head out from Bai Muchun's shoulder and followed his line of sight.

In the field of vision, two obviously severely damaged swords were suspended in the air.

The blade of one sword was full of cracks, and the blade of one sword was completely separated from the hilt.

"Master, these two swords..."

Bai Muchun raised his hand and pushed away Nan Shuangxue who was approaching, and said softly:

"I'll explain to you later."

"Oh." Nan Shuangxue nodded blankly.

Ou Zhizi took an imitation [Xichen] and threw it over.

Bai Muchun flicked his fingers, and "Pseudo·Xichen" floated beside him.

Nan Shuangxue looked at the floating long sword carefully; the sword body was as soft as a pear blossom, and the hilt was the color of the sunset. The more he looked at it, the more special he felt that this sword was.

She thought about the sword's imitation name.

Evening morning.

A "Xi" implies the decline of things, and a "Morning" expresses the prosperity of all things.

The word "Xi Chen"... Nan Shuangxue suddenly realized.

"The intersection of yin and yang..." she muttered.

"Thank you." Bai Muchun tapped Nan Shuangxue, who was thinking a lot, and said with his eyes.

Nan Shuangxue understood this and hurriedly bowed to express his thanks.

Ou Zhizi, a rough swordsmith, silently accepted the gift, scratched his head and thought to himself: "A master who doesn't care about etiquette teaches his disciple how to be etiquette. I feel an inexplicable joy."

"Brother Ou, please say goodbye to Bai Muchun. If anything happens, just call me."

Bai Muchun led Nan Shuangxue and disappeared into Yuemeng Pavilion.

The man was left alone on the spot, muttering to himself: "I originally planned to leave you to bury me to smelt the lotus wine under the mountain a hundred years ago, but now it seems that I have to forget about it."

A man laughed.

"Oh? Thanks for reminding me."

Ou Zhizi: “…………”

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"Master, does this count as stealing?"

"Alas! What happens to scholars, can that be called stealing?"

Nan Shuangxue stuck out her tongue and ignored her master's sophistry.

At this moment, she stood on a giant sword; at the tip of the sword sat an immortal in white.

The girl held her chin and looked at the sea of ​​clouds. In his eyes, cranes rushed out from the layers of clouds, soaring into the sky with a faint trace of immortal energy.

"By the way, Master, how did your two swords get damaged?"

Bai Muchun, who was meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the setting sun in the east, and said:

"Let's fight. Your master and I were not as easy to talk to in the early days as we are now."

Nan Shuangxue thought, what kind of fight can destroy your sword?

"Earlier, after my master defeated the ten great swordsmen of Middle-earth, he went to Jixia Academy to learn swordsmanship.

Well, in the end, naturally, they were fighting for their master and their ancestors had to come forward to stop it..."

Nan Shuangxue suddenly became interested and asked eagerly: "What happens next? Did Master even beat up that ancestor?"

Bai Muchun shook his head and said calmly: "No, at that time I was two levels short of the ancestor, so it was difficult to fight."

"So, Master lost?"

Bai Muchun shook his head again.

"Is that a win?"

Bai Muchun still shook his head.

Nan Shuangxue looked anxious, she turned around and jumped towards Bai Muchun, stretched out her hand to shake his shoulders, and said curiously:

"What's that like?"

Bai Muchun swayed from side to side without saying a word, obviously trying to drag his disciple down.

Nan Shuangxue quickly noticed it, pulled his sleeves, and whispered: "Master!"

Bai Muchun said helplessly: "It's a draw. My two swords were destroyed, and the ancestor's avenue was cut off."

Nan Shuangxue was shocked for a while, and asked with incomprehensible eyes: "Master, you should be fine, right?"

Bai Muchun pretended to be angry, raised his hand and asked with a smile: "What, do you hope that something will happen to me?"

Nan Shuangxue looked at the master, stayed for half a second, stretched out her hand to hold Bai Muchun's hand, and said, "That's not true."

Whether it was accidental or not, Bai Muchun clearly felt his disciple's fingers rubbing the back of his hand. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that it was suppressed by the girl's hand.

Nan Shuangxue turned sideways, leaned forward with her upper body, raised her face and stared at Bai Muchun, saying: "Disciple, I hope that Master will be relaxed every day... and be safe forever."

The distance between the two is only a punch. If someone adds fuel to the fire, it will cause a scene that will be the envy of the world.

Nostalgic and loving, the world also envy the immortals.

Bai Muchun saw a hint of something bad in the girl's eyes. He raised his left hand, bent his index finger and flicked the girl's forehead, and chuckled:

"Okay, I've learned how to stir up emotions."

Nan Shuangxue covered her forehead and lowered her eyes. What she did just now had almost exhausted all her courage. Even if she did it again, she would still have the lust but not the courage.

When a girl is distracted.

"Shuangxue, after you go back, how about I teach you a secret method to improve your realm?" Bai Muchun said suddenly.

Nan Shuangxue turned around blankly, feeling a sense of warmth in her heart. The blush on her cheeks slowly faded away. She stared at Bai Muchun's side face, her eyes filled with countless joy.

"Master, you really know everything." She thought.

Originally, Nan Shuangxue planned to leave the Xiaoyao Sect secretly soon, because she wanted to return to her family and personally end the marriage that bound her, and she did not want her master to interfere in this matter.

She is determined to reach the top of the kendo, and she is also the number one female swordsman at the top of the kendo mountain.

If you have to rely on others for even this, then practicing swordsmanship is useless.

What kind of second prince, what kind of imperial power...I don't care about it! It's not as interesting as accompanying Master.

Full of joy burst out at this moment, Nan Shuangxue rushed over uncontrollably. Before Bai Muchun had time to react, he was hugged by the girl.

The girl hugged the man and touched his cheek.

The girl said happily:

"Disciple, I like Master the most."