I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 422: Sword Fairy Yunchan! Growing hair and changing clothes!
A few drops of Bodhi water are poured into the two petals of the red lotus.

Perhaps it was because of the big monk who had been guarding the back mountain and chanting scriptures every now and then that Wuhuan Heya was also imbued with some of the Buddha's spirit.

After a burst of rain mixed with the wind and snow on the top of the mountain, Wu Wanhe Ya experienced the great joy mentioned by Buddhists, and his mind was clear.

I felt guilty as I felt the forbearance and restraint of the body that was hugging me from behind.

"How about... let them come in and take my place."

Those maids who were sent to serve Karasuma Hemiya were all noble ladies from high-class families in the past, and their looks and figures were considered excellent.

Letting them serve the husband is not an injustice to him.

Hearing this, Han Shao used a gentle magic power to help the woman in his arms to warm up her blood and then slowly withdrew.

"Forget it, I don't need it."

At his level of cultivation, the suppression of desires is just a matter of thought.

Keeping one's original heart and not indulging oneself is also a form of cultivation.

Besides, Han Shao, who had developed a picky taste, really didn't think highly of these ordinary beauties.

After saying this, Han Shao shook his head when he saw that Wu Wan and Ya looked puzzled and seemed to want to persuade him further.

"Keep them, they will be useful in the future."

Cold and cruel words.

No matter what kind of environment a woman is in, her existence itself is a resource.

Women with good looks are an indispensable and superior resource.

It is a meaningless waste for a single individual to arbitrarily control and occupy too many of these resources.

Han Shao hated such meaningless things.

Therefore, whether it is the women who are currently serving Wuhuan Heya, or the maids in his house, Han Shao plans to release them once they reach the age and are "trained up".

When the time comes, they will be assigned to the soldiers under his command. Firstly, they can be used to show favor, and secondly... the Six Gates also need them.

As for whether she is the wife or concubine, it depends on their luck.

This can be considered as Han Shao's last mercy to the women in this world.

Especially these noble ladies from the Yuyang Zheng family and other high-ranking families in Youbei.

The miserable situation of women after their families are destroyed is self-evident.

For being able to give them a decent ending, these women must be grateful to him, Han.

Han Shao narrowed his eyes and let the woman beside him stare at him in a daze.

After a while, he waited until he heard Lu Yan's respectful report from outside the house, and then he said quietly.

"Let her in."

As soon as the words fell, a woman in snow-white clothes turned from solid to virtual and appeared in the bedroom of the house.

The frightened Karasuma Heya did not cry out, but quietly pulled the soft fox fur to barely cover his body. After calming himself down, he looked with curiosity at the woman in white who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Don't panic because the other person is also a woman.

Moreover, seeing how casual Han Shao looked, this woman must be someone close to him.

Sure enough, after looking the woman in white up and down for a while, Han Shao chuckled.

"It's only been a few months since we last met, but Chan'er has impressed me."

This is different from the time when she was a maid in the mansion, who was submissive and cautious.

Today, this personal maid who had been blown by the rough and cold wind of the grassland seemed to have been washed away of all worldly desires.

Just standing there, he gave people a feeling of being sharp and powerful.

Well--

It's like a sharp sword that has been quenched in ice water.

People can't help but look sideways, but at the same time they are afraid of being stabbed by its cold sharp blade.

Of course, this is just the intuitive feeling of ordinary people.

As the owner of this sharp sword, Han Shao looked as if he was working on a piece of work that he had made with his own hands, with a look full of satisfaction and approval.

Facing Han Shao's gentle gaze, the powerful sword light displayed by the woman in white suddenly retracted.

Then he revealed a bit of compassion and Zen.

"The maid Yunchan greets the Marquis."

The woman knelt down and still addressed him as "My Lord" as she was used to.

Han Shao looked at Yun Chan with some surprise at the Buddhist spirit emanating from her, and then he burst out laughing.

He said thank you softly towards the snowy mountain top not far away.

Fahai, dressed in monk's robes, stood up, bowed, chanted a Buddhist name, and then responded.

"This girl has her own wisdom, and she has realized it all by herself."

"I am only reciting the Buddhist scriptures, and I do not deserve your thanks."

Buddhism emphasizes the word "fate".

He recites scriptures in the back mountain, and those who are spiritual and have a destiny can hear him.

I really didn't expect this woman to have such insight and talent, so I don't dare to take credit for it.

Han Shao heard this and said nothing more.

Turning his gaze back to the woman in white in front of him, Han Shao leaned on the soft couch, holding the Holy Mountain Goddess in one hand and waving casually with the other.

"Come closer."

Looking up at the naked body in front of her, Yun Chan's face gradually turned red.

But how could a servant like her disobey her master's orders?

She walked lightly onto the soft couch, unbuttoned the collar of her white dress, and slowly leaned her soft and charming body into his arms.

This set of movements is smooth and flowing, as if it was created naturally.

Han Shao lightly raised his fair chin and smiled.

"I was originally worried that Chan'er would become estranged from me after leaving me."

"Now it seems that I was worrying too much."

Yun Chan, who just now stood proudly in the world like a female swordsman, now looked like a pool of spring water.

When she raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes were full of water as she stared at Han Shao without blinking, saying infatuatedly.

"As the servant of the Marquis, Chan'er is afraid that the Marquis will forget Chan'er. How dare I forget the Marquis for even a moment..."

The older female servants in the mansion all said that the higher the status of a man in the world, the more heartless he was.

Once being 'exiled' to this wild grassland by Han Shao, Yun Chan was naturally terrified.

Fortunately, there is a vast collection of martial arts classics on this holy mountain.

Yun Chan then put all her attention into these collections in order to suppress and divert her fear and...longing.

Later, I accidentally heard the great monk preaching in the back mountain, and I had a different understanding.

This is how he made rapid progress in his cultivation.

And perhaps the harsher the suppression, the more fierce the rebound after release.

At this moment, after saying this, Yun Chan took the initiative to move forward.

The woman's soft lips greedily demanded.

After a long while, he seemed to wake up from a dream and retreated in panic.

"My servant has acted recklessly, please forgive me, my Lord."

Han Shao narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked down at the woman's body crawling on the couch.

"You have blasphemed me, and you want to forgive me?"

The sword immortal’s face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.

Han Shao, who was aroused by his anger, snorted coldly.

"Let me see if your sword-wiping skills have improved as much as your courage."

Upon hearing this, the future Sword Palace Master's pale face turned red.

"I, the maid, please help the Marquis... to wipe his sword——"

"allow."

……

Many of the secret books collected in the Holy Mountain are relics from the Warring States Period when a hundred schools of thought contended with each other.

It seems messy, but it is actually diverse.

As an important part of human desire, there must be many secret techniques of Yin and Yang.

With the tacit consent of the immortal Great Witch, Yun Chan was able to freely browse the collection and gained a lot from her hard work.

The sword-wiping technique has made great progress.

As a surge of sword light gushed out, the future Sword Palace Master deliberately created by Han Shao tried hard to swallow this sword light.

It's a pity that the divine sword that emitted this sword light was too fierce. Even though her swordsmanship had reached a small level of success and was about to evolve into the sixth level of sword domain, there was still some residual sword light overflowing.

Sword cultivators are unyielding and would rather break than bend.

The future Sword Palace Master, who was in a state of embarrassment, was unwilling to give up and decided to transform himself into a scabbard, vowing to take this fierce sword into his possession.

Han Shao frowned and lowered his eyes.

"Don't forget why I have worked so hard to train you."

Yunchan naturally knew.

In the future, she will travel the world with a holy body.

Clean up the underworld for Han Shao.

If the breath is polluted, you will get half the result with twice the effort.

Yun Chan, who had just wiped off the remnants of the sword light with the help of the Holy Mountain Goddess, spoke in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Lord Marquis."

"I have now realized the Buddha's teachings and have made some progress."

"Buddhism is bright and is best at guiding people to do good."

"Evil men can become Buddhas if they lay down their butcher knives."

"Now I am giving my body to the Marquis, which is a great kindness."

With the Dharma by her side, she can use the characteristics of the Dharma to cleanse her breath.

Even if there are some remnants, they can be completely covered up by the grand and bright appearance of Buddhism.

So this does not prevent her from appearing before the world in the future as holy as new.

After hearing Yunchan's words, I understood what she meant.

Han Shao couldn't help but twitch his face.

If those bald monks in the Great Zen Temple knew that their Buddhist teachings were being used here, I'm afraid even the Buddha's coffin would not be able to hold it down.

Looking at Yun Chan's expectant and pleading eyes, Han Shao did not refuse after all.

Because he could sense the uneasiness of the future Sword Palace Master.

She came from a humble background and had no one to rely on.

Although Han Shao promised her that he would reserve a side courtyard for her in the back house.

But this promise is too vague and even far away.

She desperately needed a tangible guarantee.

But in order to reassure her and give her peace of mind, he had to fulfill part of this promise in advance.

Seeing Han Shao's agreement, the future Sword Palace Master could no longer hide his joy.

She said in a trembling voice with tears in her eyes.

"This is the first time I have received your grace. I hope you will have mercy on me..."

……

For the greater cause, necessary sacrifices...well, they are necessary.

The dignified Marquis of Dayong, the number one immortal of Jiazi, and the youngest celestial being in the Eight Realms is no exception.

What made him speechless was that when the future Sword Palace Master beneath him couldn't help but make a low humming sound of the sword, the immortal sword forged by his original spirit was actually shattered by the heavy hammer of the Eight Realms Heavenly Being.

Then one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to ten thousand swords!
As the soul evolves, thousands of swords hum.

The Sixth Realm Sword Domain was finally completed.

Feeling the cold sword energy all around him, Han Shao was about to protect Wu Wan He Ya who was feeling a little unwell, but he saw that this woman had her own precious light protecting her.

When she lowered her eyes, she found that it was the ignorant little thing in her belly that protected its mother driven by instinct.

The child is a filial child.

It makes him seem like a less human being as a father.

Han Shao looked down at his aunt, whose aura was rising rapidly, and wanted to give up.

But just as he was about to retreat, a pair of arms climbed up.

"My Lord... continue. I... I am still a little short."

The tone was hurried, urgent and pleading.

It was obvious that the future Sword Palace Master still needed his help to break into the sixth realm and evolve the sword domain.

Based on the principle of helping someone to the end, Han Shao could only help her to the end.

……

Day three.

Han Shao, who originally wanted to finish the business on the Holy Mountain in a short period of time, did not expect to be stuck in this simple house on the top of the mountain for so long.

Finally, Han Shao picked out a set of clothes from the ones made by Wuhuan Heya himself and put them on.

Looking at Wuhuan Heya with anticipation in his eyes, Han Shao chuckled.

"She has good craftsmanship and is elegant enough to be called a virtuous woman."

As the goddess of the Holy Mountain and the only princess of the new Khan of the grassland, she looked delighted but a little shy when Han Shao praised her as a "virtuous woman".

"If Langjun likes it, Heya will be happy."

Not all women in this world are like Princess Dayong in a scarlet phoenix robe.

What most women want is actually very simple.

The word "virtuous" is the greatest recognition for them.

Wuhuan and Yasheng were born in the grassland, but grew up in the holy mountain which is actually incompatible with the grassland.

In fact, they are not much different from the women of Yong.

For example, the black martial uniform Han Shao is wearing now, which looks a bit like the clothing of the barbarian nobles, but is actually the clothing of the Yong people.

It just happened to coincide with some of Han Shao's ideas.

So Han Shao thought about it and then smiled.

"I like these clothes very much, but I don't want to keep them all to myself."

"How about this, after returning to Dragon City, I will invite the noble ladies in the city to the palace."

"How about Madam teaching those noble ladies when the time comes?"

If you want to eradicate the roots of an ethnic group, clothing is also an important part.

Karasuma Kazuya has great talent as a designer.

These clothes are extremely deceptive, which will undoubtedly reduce the resistance for Han Shao to promote "changing clothes".

Wait until the warm water becomes boiling water, and then promoting hair growth will be much easier.

The word "Madam" fell into Wuhuan Heya's ears, like honey flowing into his heart.

The slight sweetness made her not care about Han Shao's intention and she nodded happily.

"It's not hard for Heya to help Langjun."

After saying this, Karasuma and Miyabi finally reacted.

"We...we are going back to Dragon City?"

Karasuma and Miyabi were stunned for a moment.

The brothers who disappeared when he was young, and the father who had long become blurred in his memory.

All kinds of memories come to mind.

There was a complex look in her eyes.

Seeing this, Han Shao came closer and gently supported her bloated and heavy waist, speaking in a gentle voice.

"Don't worry, my husband is here."

Han Shao had not yet told her that her father had become the new 'master' of the grassland.

But the words "my husband is here" have given Karasuma Kazuya enough strength and peace of mind.

"Well, I'll listen to you, my dear."

The Yong people have an old saying: Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog.

Her husband is naturally not a chicken or a dog, but a dragon and a phoenix soaring in the sky.

With his protection, those childhood nightmares hidden deep in my heart will surely disappear.

Yun Chan, the future Sword Palace Master who had already become a married woman, looked at the barbarian girl in front of her with envy.

Although this woman was a barbarian, she was of extremely noble birth.

But my origin...

Yun Chan's eyes darkened, but as the thousands of swords in the Soul Sword Domain hummed, this bit of envy and gloom was instantly swept away by the powerful and endless sword light and sword intent.

So what if I was born a maid?
One day, she will be the master of the upper class just by herself and with just a sword!

By then, you will have your own experience in getting started!

Han Shao smiled inwardly as he felt the strong confidence and sharpness aroused by Yun Chan.

Good ambition——

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(End of this chapter)