The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 39 Husband, if you can't touch me tonight, don't sleep

"My dear, this is a set of sword techniques suitable for close combat. Your current cultivation is not good enough to use advanced spells, so this set of sword techniques is just right for you."

"Yes, please teach me, ma'am."

In the room with warm candlelight, the table that was originally placed in the middle had been moved away, and Fang Yang and Qin Xueyan stood in the middle of the room.

Fang Yang respectfully performed the disciple's salute.

Qin Xueyan frowned slightly, "Husband, I told you that you don't have to worship me as your master."

How can it be reasonable to worship a woman as your master?
If we really get married in the future, you will be dishonoring your master and ancestors, and I will be committing adultery with your disciple!
Fairy Qin, who grew up in the Qingtang Sword Sect and hates evil, could never accept such a thing.

So, she can teach Fang Yang, but she will never accept the gift of apprenticeship.

But she herself didn't realize that she had no shame in fantasizing about spending her wedding night with this little thief.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Fang Yang had to straighten up: "Madam, let's start."

Qin Xueyan asked Fang Yang to take out the low-level spirit sword that he bought for ten spirit stones, and she picked up a fire stick from the kitchen.

"Husband, please watch carefully."

Qin Xueyan held a fire stick in her hand and waved it suddenly. Fang Yang watched intently.

This set of sword techniques is indeed as Qin Xueyan said, focusing on close combat, and each move is unconventional, treacherous and ruthless.

At first glance, it doesn't look like an orthodox sword technique at all, but more like a devilish sorcery.

It’s just that Qin Xueyan’s temperament is so extraordinary that even with such a ferocious move, she looks like a fairy from the Moon Palace dancing gracefully.

The rough, black fire stick in her hand looked like an ancient fairy weapon, floating like a cloud.

She is worthy of being the number one fairy of the righteous path!

Fang Yang sighed secretly.

No wonder Qin Xueyan is so famous. Everyone in Tianhuan Sect is terrified when talking about her.

Qin Xueyan did not have any spiritual power at the moment, but her sword moves were still powerful and fierce. Even if I, who was at the second level of Qi training, fought against her with all my strength, it would be hard to say who would win.

After Qin Xueyan used it once, she asked Fang Yang:
"Did you see clearly?"

Fang Yang nodded, "I remember them all."

Qin Xueyan was a little surprised, "You remember everything?"

Fang Yang thought about it and nodded again with certainty.

In fact, he himself was a little surprised. Although Qin Xueyan's swordsmanship just now was a low-level close combat, it also had some mystery.

Fang Yang himself didn't expect that he could remember it after reading it once.

Never forget?

Is this one of the benefits of time travel?
"Then show me how to do it."

Qin Xueyan obviously didn't believe it and took a step away. Fang Yang walked to the center of the room and waved the magic sword in his hand, using almost the same sword moves that Qin Xueyan had just used.

He memorized my improved Qingming Sword Technique after only reading it once?

Qin Xueyan's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment.

The Qingming Sword Technique is a rare close combat technique of the Qingtang Sword Sect, and it does not conform to the Qingtang Sword Sect's elegant and graceful style.

Therefore, there are only a few people who are proficient in it, and Yun Feihong, the eldest disciple of Zhijian Peak, is one of them.

Qin Xueyan learned things too quickly. She mastered all the skills of the Qingtang Sword Sect within just a few years after joining the sect. She was really bored, so she started practicing the Qingming Sword Technique.

In order to test the results of her practice, Qin Xueyan once competed with Yun Feihong.

Yun Feihong once sincerely praised Qin Xueyan, saying that it also took him three days to memorize the sword moves of the Qingming Sword Technique.

It was incredible that Qin Xueyan could learn the sword after just one glance at the sword manual.

But now Fang Yang can remember it after watching himself use it once.

Even if this talent is not as good as Qin Xueyan's, it is worse than most disciples of Qingtang Sword Sect.

This little thief does have some skills that are really impressive.

You are worthy of being my, Qin Xueyan’s husband.

Qin Xueyan felt inexplicably proud, but then she found herself funny. They were just a fake couple, what was she thinking?
She shook off those useless thoughts and said to Fang Yang: "Since you have memorized the moves, practice with me." "So fast?"

Fang Yang wanted to let him practice a few more times first and then talk about it after he was familiar with it, but he didn't expect the fairy to be so anxious.

This is a common problem for geniuses. They always think that others are the same as them and can understand everything after reading it once.

"Be careful!"

Qin Xueyan didn't give Fang Yang any chance to hesitate, and the fire stick stabbed towards Fang Yang's lower abdomen like lightning!
"Fuck!"

Fang Yang frantically swung his sword to block, but Qin Xueyan's left hand had already lightly slapped Fang Yang's left chest.

"This move is called 'Driving Clouds and Swallowing the Moon'. The sword is just a feint, the real killing move is the hands. If I still had my spiritual power, you would have been dead just now."

Qin Xueyan said coldly.

When it comes to spiritual practice, she unknowingly turns back into the cold and aloof number one fairy of the righteous path.

"So this move is called 'Driving Clouds and Swallowing the Moon', awesome!"

Fang Yang sighed. He had already memorized this move, but didn't know how to use it.

Now that Qin Xueyan had demonstrated this, he suddenly understood.

"My lady, you are better than Ape Fudao!"

"Yuanfu?"

"Nothing, lady, let's continue!"

The two continued to practice against each other, and Fang Yang's voice could be heard from time to time in the room.

If neither side uses their spiritual power, Fang Yang can basically only make two moves.

Qin Xueyan showed no mercy and kept hitting Fang Yang with the fire stick.

Although she had no spiritual power yet, she had been exercising her muscles since she was a child and her strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. Red stick marks soon appeared on Fang Yang's body.

"Husband, if you can't touch me tonight, you will practice all night."

"This is!"

Qin Xueyan is a typical strict teacher who shows no mercy when teaching others. Fang Yang also knows that Luo Zheng may come at any time. The more skills he learns now, the more chances he will have of saving his life.

Two hours later, it was dark outside the window and the night battle was underway in the house with lights on.

Snapped!
Fang Yang was hit hard by the fire stick in Qin Xueyan's hand again. He roared angrily and stabbed Qin Xueyan's lower abdomen with his spirit sword.

"Don't let your mind get confused!"

Qin Xueyan shouted coldly, and the fire stick easily blocked the spirit sword. Her body stiffened for a moment and she slowly lowered her head.

I saw Fang Yang's fingers poking at his left peak, pressing the top of the mountain slightly inward.

"Drive the clouds and swallow the moon! My lady, I bumped into you!"

Fang Yang's face was full of joy.

After practicing for so long, he finally met Qin Xueyan!

If he really faced an enemy, he could condense the innate spiritual power in his body into his fingertips, making them sharp in an instant.

This should be able to kill the enemy.

It has been two months since I traveled to this world of cultivating immortals, and I finally have a trick to save my life!
Fang Yang was happy for a moment, but suddenly found that his finger had poked into a forbidden place. His face changed and he quickly put his hand down.

"Ma'am, I didn't mean to do that. I was just too engrossed. I'm sorry!"

Qin Xueyan looked like she had fallen into a pool of red paint; her porcelain-white face, crystal earlobes, and fair neck were all bright red.

She stared down at her chest in a daze. The touch of the little thief's fingers seemed to still linger there.

"you"

boom!
The door was hit, and the iron guard talisman behind the door lit up, allowing the room to withstand the sudden impact.

Fang Yang and Qin Xueyan suddenly turned around and looked towards the door.

coming!

(End of this chapter)