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

Nan Shuangxue left the temple and walked away with his sword.

But on the way, she bumped into someone she didn't want to see.

In mid-air, a girl in a green skirt faced off against a middle-aged man in a gray shirt.

Nangong Xun's face turned pale: "You still have the nerve to come back?"

Nan Shuangxue also didn't give a good look: "Why can't I come back? Besides, I came here today not for that bullshit engagement, but to tear off the restraints you imposed on me."

Nangong Xun laughed angrily and said, "Do you think you have the strength to refuse?"

Nan Shuangxue raised her toes, tapped the long sword under her body, and said, "Why not?"

Nangong Xun stared at her silently, thinking in his heart:

Why has this girl changed so much! I almost didn't recognize your father.

Hiss~ Why can’t I sense my daughter’s cultivation...

He squinted and looked at the long sword at Nan Shuangxue's feet:

Senior Huang class? Hiss~ No! At least starting from the advanced level of Xuan level, this fierce momentum...

Nangong Xun looked at it for a long time, but still didn't see the clue. He was certain that the sword at his daughter's feet must be of a very high grade, otherwise it would be impossible for him to not see it with his strong Nascent Soul cultivation.

"It seems that my daughter got a great opportunity after leaving home." Nangong Xun's eyes flashed with relief, and then he looked at Nan Shuangxue with a cold face, "Only with your meager cultivation?"

Nan Shuangxue pursed her lips and thought about the master's face. After hesitating, she said: "My cultivation is enough to break that engagement."

Nangong Xun waved his hand and sneered: "I'm not ashamed of my words. If you can slap me today, then I will declare the engagement invalid."

Nan Shuangxue raised her head and said, "Why not? Come!"

She knew how advanced this man was.

A great monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

There is a whole three realms gap between me and him!

But she won't back down, because there is no way back.

This was her first and most important step in disobeying her family's orders.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once you get through it, everything will be fine.

Nangong Xun raised his right hand, and the air stopped flowing instantly. Spiritual energy gathered behind him and slowly formed a huge gray hand.

"Okay."

Nangong Xun took a photo.

Nan Shuangxue stood on tiptoes and jumped up without even thinking about using her spiritual power. "Pseudo·Xichen" shuttled back and forth instantly, she grasped the hilt of the sword accurately,

Then he held "Pseudo·Xichen" in his hand, faced the giant palm like a mountain, and slashed away with all his strength.

Nangong Xun frowned. He found that his Xuan-level intermediate "Pai Shan Palm" was actually blocked by her, Xia Qian's speed!

"Damn it, is it possible that my daughter's cultivation is a golden elixir?" Nangong Xun was shocked. He remembered that his daughter's cultivation before running away from home seemed to be at the late stage of physical training.

Until now, only two months have passed.

Two months of golden elixir?

Cheating!

He thought for a moment and felt that it would be ridiculous if his daughter was in the Golden Core realm. If he is not a monk in the Golden Core Realm, how can he block his palm at the early stage of Nascent Soul?

Nangong Xun couldn't figure it out and couldn't think about it anymore. He won't care so much now. Now he just wants to send his daughter away, and it's best to never come back.

My hometown is not your hometown, and my hometown is not my country.

It’s better not to come to such a family.

The backbone of the Nangong family had been bent a thousand years ago, leaving behind a groveling old man.

Nangong Xun took advantage of the fact that Pai Shan Zhang was still there, and while his daughter Nangong Shuang Xue was still struggling to resist Pai Shan Zhang's offensive, he took out the landscape painting from his sleeve and injected his spiritual power into the landscape painting.

"You must be smart."

Nangong Xun prayed in his heart, he himself did not know how many times this painting could be used; he had already used this landscape painting three or four times, and now counting this time, he had used it about five times.

Fortunately, the landscape painting exploded with intense light, and the patterns in the painting came to life and began to flow like a river.

Without any hesitation, Nangong Xun pointed the scene in the landscape painting at Pai Shan Zhang and said:

"Give me......"

He was suddenly kicked out.

Smashed into a mountain.

The Paishan Palm that lost its spiritual power dissipated instantly, and Nan Shuangxue raised her sword to cut off the obstacles in front of her.

"Grandpa Shen?"

Nan Shuangxue looked at the person who came; half of that person's body was withered, like a corpse just dug out of a grave.

Nangong Shen smiled and said, "It's an old man. Welcome young lady back."

Nan Shuangxue nodded and said: "I only came back for one thing. I beg you to take away the baby kiss I made when I was a child."

Nangong Shen put on a kind face and said: "I can't make the decision. This matter needs to be decided by the elders in the family, so I need you, Miss, to accompany me."

"Okay." Nan Shuangxue looked around, "Where is my dad?"

"The patriarch left earlier. He asked me to take you home."

Nan Shuangxue suddenly understood: "Then let's set off quickly, I want to resolve this engagement quickly."

The two turned into shooting stars and flew away.

In the distance, in the mountains that were smashed through. Nangong Xun stood up with difficulty, covered in blood.

Not only was Nangong Shen injured from the sneak attack, but there was also the backlash from the termination of the landscape painting.

Nangong Xun didn't know the grade of this landscape painting, but he was sure it was very high-end, otherwise there wouldn't be such an incomprehensible method of transmission.

His throat was bruised, and the backlash from the landscape painting directly damaged his soul. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and flew into the air again towards the main city of Hanyue Kingdom.

"Trouble..."

Nangong Xun's face was gloomy. If he wanted to take action in the main city, it might be difficult to send his daughter away safely.

"That's all..."

"Life is enough, this life..."

"Consider it as something returned to your mother."

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"Your Highness, the Second Prince, Miss Nangong has entered the city." The secret guard knelt on one knee and reported, "She should have returned to Nangong's house now."

The elegant young man said with a smile: "It's great, I can see Shuang'er soon."

He waved his sleeves and said, "Take care of yourself and come with me to visit Nangong's house later."

"I understand."

The secret guard took a few steps and left the courtyard.

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The main hall of the Nangong family.

Nan Shuangxue stood in the center, raised her eyes and glanced at the elders seated, and said softly:

"I, Nangong Shuangxue, will answer you today on behalf of me back then."

The girl in the green skirt stepped forward, and the cracks on the floor instantly spread like a spider web. The entire main hall was raging with strong winds, and the teacup shattered.

The girl said word by word:

"Women can also practice swordsmanship, they can also practice cultivation, and they can also make their own choices."

Nangong Shen watched silently, his lips moving slightly.

An old man next to him slapped the chair and shouted:

"Be presumptuous, this is the meeting hall, not a place for you, Nangong Shuangxue, to run wild!"

The girl in the green skirt slowly turned her head, her hair flying, she looked at the second elder coldly and said:

"This is my home, I have the final say!"

The old man felt that he was facing a sharp long sword, and his cheeks began to sting. But when he caught a glimpse of Nangong Shen's eyes, he straightened his back and said:

"Respecting the elderly is a virtue. Don't you understand this, miss?"

Nan Shuangxue was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she pulled out the long sword from behind and was about to kill him.

She won't reason with anyone because she is a swordsman.

Sword in hand, I have the final say.

She actually liked what Bai Muchun said that day.

"Studying is so that I can talk to Shacha calmly, and practicing swordsmanship is so that Shacha can talk to me calmly."

That’s very well said, the girl thought.