If the female partner fails to fall in love, the male partner must be responsible for her

Chapter 144 The senior sister is physically disabled and strong-willed 2
At ten o'clock in the morning, a straight figure plunged deep into the water. He held a long sword in his hand and kept swinging it under the waterfall to practice his sword energy.

This figure is none other than Yan Bing. Yan Bing was familiar with the movement direction of the wheelchair before, and has already used it freely, and it is integrated with him.

Now she is practicing how to use the skill above the abdomen to maximize the power of the sword energy.

This world also has male and female protagonists. The female protagonist is a demon clan who traveled from modern times, and the male protagonist is the Buddhist disciple of Buddhism.

When Fozi went out to practice, he was poisoned by love and was taken advantage of by a flower demon. It was at this time that the heroine time-traveled to the flower demon and vaguely thought she had a dream.

When she woke up, she crashed on the spot and saw a bald monk with messy cassocks, and her own clothes were torn to pieces.

Fozi's skill was broken on the spot. The heroine felt guilty, and then followed Fozi to help him. What followed was a series of adventure stories.

Later, the remnants of the demon clan broke the seal, and the immortal sects once again united to fight against the demon clan. After many hardships and obstacles, they finally won a tragic victory.

The final ending is that the male and female protagonists are together, and the fairy world rests and regenerates.

And Yan Bing is one of the demons' conspiracy. She has been infected with the demonic aura that cannot be removed, as well as some core disciples of other immortal sects. This time she knew that it would be difficult to win against the demon lord, so she thought of a pollution immortal. A whole new generation of ideas.

Whenever people have some dark emotions, some of these demonic energies will grow. The speed is very slow and cannot be detected. Eventually, many people inside will suddenly become demons, and the immortal sect will be in chaos.

Yan Bing rushed to the front, and the special demonic energy was affected the most, and because of his lame leg, he was depressed and confused for a time.

The most important thing is that Yan Bing likes to go outside to practice, and there is a lot of pointing and pointing, especially in the competitions within the Immortal Sect. Yan Bing was originally able to win a good ranking, but was once defeated by a monk who was younger than him. His confidence Being wiped out, the demonic energy becomes more and more intense.

Master, in his previous life, he did not comfort Yan Bing like this. He really spoke very little and completely followed his original cold character. He only gave guidance and teachings with a sense of propriety between master and disciple.

It's like a puppet made at random, following its own trajectory.

As long as the Dantian is not damaged, it will be fine for monks to practice.

Yan Bing's cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage is also the leading one among the core disciples of the Immortal Sect. It is inevitable that she will arouse jealousy, and her cultivation cannot be biased and belittle her physical disability.

Yan Bing's arrogant temper couldn't bear it, and it was suppressed in her heart. The more depressed she became, the more crazy she became.

As a result, the later cultivation levels were high, the demonic energy exploded, and the younger generation of the Sword Sect was completely wiped out, almost extinct.

The rushing water above her head hit Yan Bing's body. Even though her vision was obscured by the water curtain, she swung the sword without any hesitation or wavering.

When the midday sun shone on Yan Bing's body, she took her natal sword back to her dantian. The sound of pattering water continued, and Yan Bing seemed to be about to get up. When her waist appeared, he found that she was sitting cross-legged in a wheelchair.

The wheelchair was almost inseparable from her, and the soft cover on it was removed. Yan Bing changed into a sitting position, lowered her legs, and steered the wheelchair out of the spring.

Facing the sunlight, Yan Bing saw Master's elegant figure standing by the spring. A magic spell hit Yan Bing's body, and Yan Bing's wet body was already dry.

"Thank you, Master." The corners of Yan Bing's lips curved slightly, and his sharp-edged face with overly gorgeous eyebrows looked fair and clear after the impact of the water. His gorgeous appearance was mixed with a hint of morbidity.

"But it's cold?" Li Qingshuang leaned forward slightly and saw Yan Bing's face and body being too thin.

A soft blanket was gently attached to Yan Bing's body, and the soft cover on the wheelchair reappeared, this time replaced by a blue one.

Yan Bing put his hand gently on the blanket and shook his head: "It's not cold anymore."

Li Qingshuang stood up and stood side by side with Yan Bing: "Go and eat."

Yan Bing: "Okay."

The wheelchair was controlled by Master. Yan Bing raised his head slightly and could see Master's slim and graceful waist, which was buckled by a snow-colored belt under his long sleeves.

After looking at it for a long time without realizing it, the jasper hanging on the belt made a slight sound from time to time when it touched the smooth and soft fabric.

After taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she saw the master taking her to the courtyard of the cave instead of going to the sect cafeteria.

"Master?" Yan Bing looked over in confusion.

Li Qingshuang took Yan Bing to a simple table, which was just at the height for Yan Bing to sit comfortably in a wheelchair. There were many dishes on the table, all of which Yan Bing liked.

A monk can build a foundation and be able to live without food, but many people still take care of their own appetites.

Master has no such need and has prepared such a small amount of dishes today.

Li Qingshuang also sat down next to Yan Bing. There was no alienation between elders and juniors at all. He said: "Xiao Bing, you are leaving tomorrow, so I will see you off as my master."

Li Qingshuang used serving chopsticks to put a chopstick into Yan Bing's bowl. Yan Bing saw the frost in her eyes and instantly looked good.

Yan Bing picked it up and took a bite, his eyes full of surprise: "It's delicious. Is this made by Master?"

Li Qingshuang: "Well, if it tastes good, eat more."

Yan Bing saw that Master only gave her some food but didn't eat it herself. She said, "Master, don't you want to eat it? It's fun for two of us to eat together."

"Okay." After hearing this, Li Qingshuang moved the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, picked up the crystal clear rice and put it into her mouth.

Yan Bing also served Master the same dish. The two of them ate quietly, but there was an indescribable feeling of warmth in their hearts.

Yangliu Yiyi in the courtyard, the master made a sword move, and Yan Bing tried to resist it. Neither of them used their spiritual power. They simply understood the sword skills and fought. The figures of the two people under the tree changed everywhere. Yan Bing controlled the wheelchair with ease. Like my other leg.Finally, the master held the sword and gently pressed it against Yan Bing's heart. Her sword was pulled away and only reached the side of the master's waist, very close to the belt.

The master retracted his sword for a moment, but Yan Bing retracted it a little later. The sword light cut into his belt, and the belt fell off.

Li Qingshuang's robe spread out, and the collar was exposed. He just blinked normally and put on another belt.

Yan Bing lowered his eyes slightly, and then looked at the master who was pretending to be elegant and upright again after a moment.

At this time, the moon was rising, and Yan Bing looked up at the moon and stars: "Master, it's getting late, I'm going back to my room to rest first."

Li Qingshuang nodded: "Okay."

Yan Bing rode the wind back in her wheelchair. When she came to the door, she looked back and her master was still standing under the tree looking at her.

The breeze is bright and the moon is shining, the clothes are fluttering, and under the moonlight, the fairy posture is bright and jade-colored.

Gently closing the door, Yan Bing covered her heart. Her heartbeat was normal. She had the idea of ​​pulling him down from the altar.

The wheelchair reached the bedside, and Yan Bing exerted force on his waist, without even using his spiritual power, he easily went to the bed, lay down, took off his coat and went to sleep.

I had a dream one night, and in the dream there was a vast expanse of white snow. When I woke up again, I couldn’t remember what I had dreamed about.

After tidying up, she got on the soft wheelchair, which was now covered with a purple soft cover, which matched Yan Bing's purple clothes.

Master gave Yan Bing several sets of different colors, all of which were stored in the storage ring.

When he went out, he didn't see the master. When he arrived in front of the yard, Yan Bing left a message on the barrier before leaving.

In addition to Yan Bing, there are also several direct disciples of other elders who are going out for training.

It happened that a secret realm was about to open, so they rushed there and dealt with some restless monsters along the way.

When Yan Bing arrived at the sect, he saw that everyone was here. The men and women were all very good-looking, and the junior sister was among them. She was the youngest direct disciple of the second elder. She was cute, witty and kind, and she was a small group. Favor.

At this moment, she was surrounded by stars holding the moon in the middle. When she saw Yan Bing's eyes suddenly brightened, she called to her: "Senior Sister."

"Junior sister Dai." Yan Bing flew over.

"Let's go."

There were six people in this group, including her. The one in black attire was the eldest disciple of the second elder. He had a cold face and was named Fang Xi. He nodded to Yan Bing and said, "Senior Sister Yan."

The second elder has the most disciples, and there are also the second and third disciples. One is named Ge Rou, a gentle and graceful woman who looks elegant. The other third disciple, Yin Dongming, is very lively and pats Yan Bing's wheelchair to call her Yan. Senior sister.

There is only one man and one woman left, who are the disciples of the third elder. They look similar, they are a pair of dragon and phoenix. Their swords are carried behind their backs. They look very heavy. They are the descendants of the third elder.

Chen Qirui, Chen Qihan.

After greeting each other, the six people went down the mountain.

Because there is a gravity spell attached to the stone staircase, a few people can only walk down it. The wheels under Yan Bing's wheelchair are flexible, so Yan Bing is not bumpy at all on it.

Several junior brothers and sisters are all at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, the younger one is slightly inferior, and has now broken through the golden elixir.

So when I walk up this ladder, I don’t feel out of breath or hunched over.

After walking for half an hour, they officially left the mountain gate and reached the mountainside. The next step was an ordinary downhill road.

Looking down from a distance, there are fireworks floating in the sky at the bottom of the mountain. It is during the early morning meal.

Several people were already eating away from food, but when they approached the small town and smelled the aroma of wontons and noodles, they couldn't help but stop in front of the small restaurant.

It was Yan Bing who spoke up: "Let's eat a bowl of noodles first and listen to any rumors about it at the foot of our mountain."

Junior sister Dai Shu happily grabbed Yan Bing's robe: "I love you so much, senior sister!"

Yan Bing twitched his sleeves and said with a smile, "This is love."

The waiter quickly came to pick up the customers and noticed that they were different.

"Are you several monks? Come inside, there is a big table."

Seeing that Yan Bing was in the first place, the waiter bent down to show respect, "What would you like to eat, this female fairy? The wonton noodles in the store are amazing, do you want to try them?"

Yan Bing arrived at the table in a hurry, and the waiter moved the unsightly stool away one step faster than Dai Shu next to him.

Yan Bing's eyebrows were gentle and he said, "Here are six bowls."

"Okay, guest, wait a moment, we'll be here soon." The waiter was agile and quickly wiped the tables and stools clean. He even used a hint of spiritual energy, and Yan Bing could tell that he was an ordinary person.

(End of this chapter)