girl let me check

Chapter 421 Full Moon
Yongliang border, Guyuan Town.

The winter wind is still warm, and yellow sand is blowing eastward from the far west. The gullies of the Long Mountains stand tall behind Guyuan, blocking all the raging sand from the western regions.

Guyuan City is 120 feet high, with a dark steel-gray wall and molten iron cast inside, which is enough to withstand the full-force attack of the divine monks. This is the northwest gate of Yongzhou, the barrier guarding the imperial capital, and the western starting point of the Great Wall.

In the town's training ground, yellow sand was flying, and Tao Yunjiang, dressed in red, was dancing with a sword.

The girl held the sword in one hand, grasping the hilt with her palm, and put the sword aside at her knees. The long wind blew her skirt, making a rustling sound.

Amidst the silence and noise, the chanting of Qi Cang's sword stands out.

The Qi Cang Sword is three feet and one inch long, which is longer and slender than the average Han sword, and its blade is sharp. Wielding this sword is more suitable for light sword moves.
For example, stabbing and thrusting, correspondingly, slashing is a weak point.

But as a genius of Mingwu, Tao Yunjiang naturally has his own set of experience on how to use Qi Cang.

The sword was across her chest, the girl's peach eyes were condensed, blood flowed from her knuckles and wrapped around the sword. With her toes lightly tapping the sand, the girl's body turned lightly in the low air and leaned back, her left hand holding the sword upside down on top of her right hand, both hands holding the hilt of the sword, using the rotational thrust to deliver an oblique stab from top to bottom.

It was like stabbing but not stabbing, like chopping but not chopping. It was her own unique skill, the Returning Wild Goose and Cutting the Mountain.

Tao Yunjiang started to learn swordsmanship at the age of four, and her swordsmanship was taught by Tao Yan's Shi Heng Shi Jian. In the days that followed, the girl studied hard, learned from many masters, traveled around the world, and learned from all kinds of swordsmanship. The sword of killing in the Iron Guard, the sword of freedom in the hands of the knight, or the sword of the gentleman in the hands of the martial artist, eventually turned into a ray of spirit in the sword in her hand.

At the age of sixteen, Tao Yunjiang entered Qinghuo Academy to study. At that time, the aristocratic families in Qinghuo Academy were in power, and they looked down on Tao Yan, a nouveau riche who had been promoted by military merit, and naturally looked down on Tao Yunjiang, the granddaughter of the nouveau riche.

All disciples of the Qinghuo Academy have to take an entrance test when they enter the school, and they will be personally trained by a fourth-level teacher or instructor. The entrance test allows failure but not victory, which is a rule left over from a thousand years ago, nominally to dampen the enthusiasm of the children of the aristocratic families.

The noble families who disliked Tao Yan secretly mobilized resources and paid a large sum of money to bribe the instructor who was training against Tao Yunjiang, so that he would not have to worry about using all his strength and would better be able to seriously injure Tao Yunjiang. In this way, the prestige of the military god Tao Yan would definitely decline.

Due to Tao Yan's reputation, the teacher was reluctant to agree at first. However, the noble family gradually raised the price, and finally he could not resist the temptation and agreed.

The instructor of the fourth level of Mingwu fought with all his strength, but Tao Yunjiang at that time only had the cultivation level of the second level of Mingwu.

Halfway through the entrance exam, Tao Yunjiang's energy was on the verge of exhaustion, but the instructor still did not intend to stop. Everyone present noticed that something was wrong.

This was a conspiracy against Tao Yan.

Tao Yunjiang knew in her heart that today would not end well. Someone outside the arena shouted for her to drop her sword and admit defeat, so as to avoid being seriously injured and falling to the ground, so as to save a little face for the Tao family.

But Tao Yunjiang doesn't think so.

The sword was a relic left to her by her mother, and it was also the embodiment of the swordsman's will. Asking her to abandon the sword and admit defeat was no different from giving up her own dignity with her own hands.
Anger, unwillingness, and perseverance... many emotions surged in the girl's heart, and finally prompted her to swing the sword that shocked the world.

The Mingwu Fourth-level instructor was stabbed in the chest by a sword, and was seriously injured and unable to fight again. In the last second before fainting, the instructor was still looking at the young and immature girl with unbelievable eyes.

"What is this sword called?" he asked hoarsely.

The girl drew out Qi Cang, and the blood on the blade was as pale as transparent in the sunlight.

There were shouts of chaos in her ears, but she turned a deaf ear to them.

"The returning geese cut off the mountain." Tao Yunjiang said.

My heart is like a returning wild goose, and nothing can stop me.

From that day on, her name spread throughout the imperial capital. Everyone knew the daughter of the Tao family, who had already mastered the sword at the age of 28.

Time flies by, the shackles of the past are heavy, but they still can't stop the girl's sword.

From the Returning Geese and the Broken Mountains, to the Flying Flowers and the Blade, and then to this new realization… I have practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years and now I have finally achieved perfection.

Yellow sand was whistling as the girl stood still with her sword on her back and her eyes closed. Blood and energy surged out of her acupuncture points uncontrollably, and her aura rose steadily, naturally crossing the once indestructible boundary.

Mingwu six turns, Tongzu.

"Sixth turn isn't that difficult..." the girl muttered to herself, "What should I call this move..."

Huiyan Duanshan Yuanyi coexists with Huiyan Duanshan Yuanyi, whose main attack ability is single-point breakthrough armor-piercing. Feihua Huairen is heavy and ethereal, making up for Mingwu's shortcomings in large-scale attacks.

This new sword was Tao Yunjiang's improvement on Gu Jian's defensive move. It was plain and simple, yet powerful, just like her sword power.

The image of someone flashed through Tao Yunjiang's mind, and suddenly he smiled a cunning and sweet smile like a little fox.

"How about...just call him Jian Weihan?"

It sounded nice and had a double meaning. She laughed happily, feeling that she could be considered a general who was both civil and military.

……

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Yanzhou, Yingchuan County.

"When I was a kid, my favorite thing to do was to lock myself in a dark room, unable to see anyone or hear any sound from outside. I would just stay there quietly for the whole day until someone came to look for me anxiously."

"I like the night, and I like being alone in the night even more."

The girl said softly.

The setting sun fell on her exquisite ink-colored armor skirt, like the light reflected from the scales of a swimming fish.

"Do you want to know why?"

No one answered her.

"Because only when I am alone can I clearly feel my life," Xiao Jin said, "even in the dark."

"Humans have an instinctive fear of the night, just as you are afraid of Xuan Zhongwei."

"You will get your retribution." The man leaning against the wall stared at her and said viciously.

There was a long trail of blood under his feet, as if it was the result of a futile struggle.

"I'm not even afraid of the dark night, let alone the threat of a dying person." Xiao Jin shook his head with some amusement.

She sighed softly, and a strange long sword as turbid as the underworld appeared in her hand, and the sword's chanting sounded like a ghost crying.

"This is Zhuye, the sword that devours darkness and slays the Dao." She looked at the man in front of her with a smile, "I heard that people killed by Zhuye will experience a trial of merit after death. If their merit is good enough, they will be reborn into a good family when they come back."

She leaned close to the man's ear, and her sweet and soft voice was like the devil's whisper: "If the merits are not satisfied..."

"The soul will be scattered and there will be no reincarnation."

"You..." The man was so frightened that his heart and liver were about to burst, and his eyeballs bulged out as if they were about to jump out of their sockets.

His voice stopped abruptly as the sword had already pierced his throat.

The sound of dripping water came from under him, accompanied by a foul smell.

Xiao Jin took out the candle, covered his mouth and nose in disgust, and backed away repeatedly.

She loves cleanliness the most and can't stand these dirty things.

"Go wash yourself." Xiao Jin said to Zhu Ye.

Zhu Ye said nothing and flew away silently. When he came back, there was no blood on the sword, it was as clean as before.

Xiao Jin sheathed his sword, took a look at the man's body, then turned and left without mercy.

A large group of black-armored guards gathered around her, loyal and silent, like a corner of the night. Behind them, thick smoke billowed out of the luxurious mansion, and a gilded plaque fell to the ground due to the raging fire. The word "Lu" was covered with a layer of flying ash, making it difficult to distinguish.

"Miss, the evidence of the traitor Lu's crimes is overwhelming. All 254 people from the main family of Yingchuan have been killed." Xuan Zhongwei replied in a deep voice, but his words made people feel cold all over.

"Well." Xiao Jin said nonchalantly, "Hang the head of clan leader Lu Qi on the gate of Yingchuan City for public display, and leave the bodies of the rest of the people exposed for three days to serve as a warning to others."

"Since you have the intention to rebel, you should bear the consequences of being beheaded in public!" she said in a cold voice.

"Yes!" Xuan Zhongwei took the order and retreated.

Having nothing to do for a while, Xiao Jin took a break from his busy schedule and stroked the hilt of the Zhuye sword at his waist, but his mind was wandering somewhere else.

"I wonder how Brother Fang is doing..." the girl thought, "Does he miss me?"

When Xiao Jin thought of certain things, she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

"Alas..." She sighed softly and resentfully, but no one knew what she was sighing about.

After all, I can only look but not eat, I am so pitiful... But fortunately, Brother Fang only has Wen Zhexue by his side now, and Sister Wen will definitely not take the initiative to do such a thing...

However, Xiao Jin always had a bad feeling in his heart, as if something important was about to be stolen.

The last time I had this premonition was at Shaxuyi, so what was it this time?
"No way..." Xiao Jin suddenly thought of a possibility that shocked her.

She quickly took out the reed wreath.

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Jingzhou, Wuling.

Today is another busy day.

Bashan and Chushui have been holy places for exile since ancient times, but Fang Weihan felt even more tired after coming here, and it was really a bit against Tiangang.

Today, he was busy receiving the silver from Xie Lingwan, welcoming back the Donggongwei troops who were heading to other counties, supervising the pilot application of the first batch of Liuhuo guns, and at the same time, he worked with Yang Fengqi and other Changyuan veterans to compile new tactics suitable for this weapon...

In short, he was busy from morning till night without a break. With the physical strength of a Mingwu monk, Fang Weihan did not feel any fatigue, but his spirit was extremely exhausted, as if he was a walking corpse, feeling like he would die in the next second. He yawned and returned to his room, preparing to take a bath and rest.

At this moment, there was a vibration from Mingyue Reed Flowers. It was Xiao Jin's private message.

Xiao Jin: "Brother Fang, what are you doing now?"

Fang Weihan: "Take a shower and go to bed."

He was too tired today and was too lazy to type a few more words.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly simple message actually made Xiao Jin on the opposite side explode.

Xiao Jin: "Sleeping? Sleeping with whom!? With Wen Zhexue?!"

Fang Weihan looked at the message and didn't react for a moment.

What was Xiao Jin talking about? He was almost laughing out of anger.

In just this short moment of distraction, Xiao Jin sent several more messages.

Xiao Jin: "Brother Fang, why don't you say anything?"

Xiao Jin: "Have you not figured out how to reply to me?"

Xiao Jin: "It's okay, just tell me the truth. Xiao Jin doesn't mind at all. If you really don't want to say it, I won't ask."

Even punctuation marks were omitted, and it looks like the author was in a hurry.

Although he felt unfairly accused of having his innocence slandered out of thin air, Fang Weihan also understood how Xiao Jin felt now.

She was clearly the first person to cross the line with herself, but now she has fallen behind Yun Jiang and Wan Wan, and she is being restricted for a long time. It is normal for her to feel a little anxious.

Fang Weihan: "Your idea is really too stupid, I just didn't react for a moment."

Xiao Jin: "?"

Fang Weihan: "Nothing happened between me and my senior sister, you can rest assured. Don't you know who my senior sister is? Unless I am lustful, how could it be possible?"

Fang Weihan: "Do you not believe her, or do you not believe me?"

Xiao Jin: "Of course I feel relieved, but..."

Xiao Jin: "So you really didn't sleep?"

Fang Weihan: "Fuck, really not!"

Fang Weihan: "Also, don't use that tone that sounds like you're catching someone having an affair. Your little sister really needs a beating."

After receiving his repeated assurances, Xiao Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and her words became more lively.

Xiao Jin: "Then come and punish me, my master. I am in Yingchuan."

Xiao Jin: "{Picture}"

Fang Weihan clicked on the picture and took a look. What caught his eye was an expanse of white and tender thigh skin.

Xiao Jin must be doing something serious, as she is wearing a black armor skirt. She is holding the hem of her skirt with one hand, and the scenery under her skirt is fully visible in the picture.

Fang Weihan decisively took a few more glances and then blocked Xiao Jin.

Witch, disturb his mind. He still has to work.

Fang Weihan took a bath in a good mood. Since he didn't bring a maid, he went out to pour the water himself.

When he came back with the empty basin, he found someone sitting on his bed.

Fang Weihan asked in surprise:
"Senior sister? What's going on?"

His voice became smaller and smaller until it slowly disappeared.

Fang Weihan suddenly realized that what her senior sister was wearing today was really... unusual.

In the past, Wen Zhexue always wore a long waisted dress that looked like a snow lotus petal, with her long hair draped behind her head. She looked like a fairy from the cold moon palace who had descended to earth.

It seemed that Wen Zhexue had never changed the way she dressed since the first time Fang Weihan saw her.

Lin Yuan Yuchen has very low material desires, so naturally he won't spend too much time on his clothes.

Fang Weihan looked at Wen Zhexue in amazement.

The girl in front of him was wearing a short dress that looked like it was woven from snowflakes. The front of the dress formed a full arc around her chest and gathered at her waist, which was so narrow that it could be held in one hand. The hem of the dress barely covered her knees. Perhaps due to the lack of sunlight, her knees were a clear white with a hint of pink. Following the curve of her calves without a trace of fat all the way down, Fang Weihan could even see her graceful feet, which were together and not restrained by her steps.

She was not wearing shoes.

"Master...Senior Sister?" Fang Weihan greeted her tentatively, not knowing what Wen Zhexue was doing dressed like this.

In the extremely conservative Da Zhou, women dressed like this would generally only appear in brothels.

But Wen Zhexue’s current outfit... is more like the outfits of the girls in his previous life, which perfectly suits Fang Weihan’s preferences.

Could it be that senior sister read my mind?
In fact, Wen Zhexue did read his mind. Since she couldn't find clothes similar to the ones he remembered, Wen Zhexue shortened her skirt and dressed as similarly as possible.

But this outfit is really...

Wen Zhexue placed her hands on the edge of her skirt, her slender fingers like peeled onions spread out, nervously covering her delicate thighs. Because of shyness, her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

"Xiao Han, does it look good on me when I wear this?" Wen Zhexue asked softly.

"It looks good." Fang Weihan tried hard to move his eyes away from her thighs.

Since he hadn't seen a short skirt for so long, his eyes were even fighting against his brain and he didn't want to move away when he made this move.

"Then... Xiaohan, do you want to... do you want to..." The girl blushed and tried hard to say something, but she couldn't say the rest of the words.

Fang Weihan: “Ah?”

"Get out of here and let me talk." Dark Side grabbed control of the body.

She activated the stars and pulled Fang Weihan, who was standing not far away, to her side. She gently pushed him down on the bed, stretched out a hand to pinch his chin, and moved her pink lips slightly:
"you……"

Fang Weihan waited for a long time and found that Wen Zhexue still didn't say a word, but her face was getting redder and hotter.

Wen Zhexue: "..."

"Well, I can't say it either..." Dark Side stomped his feet in anger and yelled in self-destruction in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"You are so useless." Wen Zhexue said.

"Wen Xuan you..."

While they were arguing, Fang Weihan said:

"Senior sister, we can't do this."

The moment Wen Zhexue pulled her onto the bed, Fang Weihan could no longer fail to understand what she wanted to do.

But he had just made a promise to Xiao Jin, and it was really inhumane to go back on his word now.

More importantly, he asked himself that the relationship between him and his senior sister was still more like that of his elder sister, and it would be difficult for him to reverse this emotion in an instant.

All in all, it's not the right time.

This is what Fang Weihan thought. He thought he could persuade Wen Zhexue, but he forgot that his sister could read minds.

The final result was that after Fang Weihan finished speaking, the girl's eyes did not turn cold or disappointed when she looked at him. Instead, they became more fond of and gentle, as alluring as a pool of spring water.

When Wen Zhexue heard his inner thoughts, she felt that Xiaohan was really considerate, so she became more determined about what she was going to do next.

"Xiao Han, I'm leaving." Wen Zhexue said softly.

Fang Weihan's movements suddenly paused.

"Tianshan has issued an order. I must go back and complete my mission in Yuchen. This is my mission and there is no way to avoid it."

She looked straight into Fang Weihan's eyes, as if moonlight was dancing in her pupils.

"After we part tonight, I don't know when we will be able to meet again. So before you leave, Xiaohan... don't reject me, okay?"

For today, Wen Zhexue prepared a lot and looked up a lot of information. She was serious.

Looking into her eyes, all of Fang Weihan's words of rejection got stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

Senior Sister had begged her like this, which was something she had never experienced before...

Fang Weihan closed his eyes and felt his heart beating faster and faster.

He calmly touched the Moon Talisman and sent a message to Xiao Jin:

Fang Weihan: “.”

(End of this chapter)