Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 107 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (13)

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and a figure in white was practicing sword practice on the mountain behind.

There is a thick layer of snow on the surrounding trees, white clothes are flying, and the sword energy is fierce. The snow falls when it sweeps through the leaves in the air, and the leaves of the whole tree rustle.

She only wore a thin disciple's uniform, her hair was tied into a bun and fixed with a hairpin. A few strands of broken hair in front of her forehead framed her face. When she made consecutive sword moves, she was blown away by the wind and flew in the air.

The sword in his hand flashed with silver light, and the sword body reflected the cold light. It looked very sharp, cutting iron like clay.

Her facial features are quite delicate if you look closely, but when put together on a face, they just look mediocre, or even a bit ugly. Fortunately, her face is still fair.

There are also faint traces of retouching with powder.

There is also a faint fairy aura around him, which makes up for some shortcomings in appearance.

The cold wind was biting, but the thin figure did not shrink in it. His body was stretched, his muscles were stretched with exertion, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

There was a sound of breaking wind, splitting the snow curtain into two.

Linghan Peak is covered with snow all year round and is the residence of Xie Xianzun. When Yun Mian first came here, he was not used to the freezing temperature all year round. His hands and feet were often turned red from the cold and his sword hand was shaking.

But she didn't want to disappoint her master, so she just held the hilt of the sword and practiced for a long time. She would only take a break until her body couldn't bear it anymore.

Now I'm completely used to it.

Yun Mian sheathed her sword with a beautiful gesture and raised her eyes to the palace on the top of the mountain. On the snow-white stairs, a familiar figure came into her eyes.

Master, he is back!
Her eyes suddenly lit up, she retracted her natal sword with a movement of her palm, and ran towards it, her hair flying behind her head.

When he was almost there, he slowed down and walked up the stairs step by step, lowering his head slightly and not looking directly at him.

"Master, you are back."

"Ah."

It was a very indifferent sound, but she was very happy to get the master's response.

"I will clean the hall every day during your absence. Master, please come in and I will make tea for you." "No need."

"Then...master, do you have anything else to tell your disciples?"

Yun Mian didn't want to lose this opportunity to meet him. She just wanted to stay a little longer and do whatever she wanted.

She couldn't help but look up at him and quickly looked away.

"I will be in seclusion for a period of time. You can do as usual."

Yun Mian's eyes were a little disappointed. Did he have to retreat again just after he came back?
"Yes."

She lowered her eyes and waited for him to take a few steps before slowly raising her eyes, secretly glancing at his upright back, her gaze not daring to be unrestrained.

Soon the figure in white walked into the hall, and the door closed with a wave of his sleeves.

She didn't look away for a long time, as if she wanted to look through the wooden door, but the emotions in her eyes were well concealed.

Yun Mian does not live here. She can only go in and do things for him with the master's permission, and is not allowed to trespass.

The slightly smaller room next to her is her residence, and all the furnishings in the room are of the highest quality. As a direct disciple of the Sword Master, her treatment is naturally excellent.

But she just wanted to live with Master... She smiled bitterly.

After all, it is delusional.

Yun Mian summoned his natal sword and flew towards the back mountain with the sword.

They all said that they were born with sword bones and extraordinary talents. If she worked hard to practice, the master would be happy, right?
She also has an unspeakable secret thought. If she becomes more and more powerful, will Master one day miss her?

She wanted to be more worthy of him.

(End of this chapter)