I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

Qin Huali didn't expect that this disciple really didn't understand. He frowned and murmured, "What a trouble. I thought he was a genius, but I didn't expect his comprehension is so poor. Alas..."

"..."

I can hear you, thank you! Mu Nanfeng had no expression on his face.

The fairy in green skirt stood up again, and her light green skirt flowed down her curved hips like the water of Guanghan Lake. She walked on the water with her bare snow-white feet.

"If I randomly pick a disciple from the Fairy Palace, even if she can't fully understand what I mean after I tell her once, she will at least have a general idea. But why don't you understand?" The fairy in green skirt frowned.

Mu Nanfeng said dissatisfiedly, "Does it mean I understand something if I don't quite understand it? If it does, then I also understand it."

"Alright, you're still not convinced after I told you a few words?" Youqinhuali stretched out her slender hand, pointed her jade finger at the pair of Master Yuan in the distance, and said, "What can you see from them?"

Mu Nanfeng looked at them in confusion. Apart from seeing that they were a pair of mythical beasts carved from stone, he could see nothing else.

"Can't you tell?"

Youqinhuali shook her head: "If you really understood what I just said, you would find that the spirit of heaven and earth is flowing in these two stone beasts, which also means that this is the hiding place of the weapon spirit. Am I right, Mr. Weapon Spirit?"

[Ah, right, right, right~ As expected of the Saint of the Fairy Palace, with a keen eye for pearls and a heart as cold as ice that sees the moon, so amazing~]

"System, you actually still have a physical body?"

[Ding~ Host, even the Way of Heaven has corresponding physical representatives, let alone this system? Besides, if you want to remotely control the Nine Phoenix Stone with Qinhuali, it is naturally safer to have a clone here]

"Okay, stop being in a daze and come here."

A clear female voice interrupted his communication with the system. Mu Nanfeng walked over with his sword in hand and looked up in confusion.

"Sword move."

Mu Nanfeng followed his instructions and kept his sword stance motionless.

She was wearing a light green dress and a green hairpin in her hair, but it couldn't hold back the three thousand black hair that went past her waist and hips. She walked around the little boy, her three thousand black hair dancing in the wind, tickling the boy's cheeks.

"do not move."

Her cold voice appeared beside Mu Nanfeng's ear. Her slender hand reached out from behind his shoulder and pressed lightly on his wrist with her slender jade fingers. "The sword head is too high, lower it a little."

Mu Nanfeng pressed down as he was told.

"Hold your stomach, don't be so soft."

The jade hand gently patted his lower abdomen. Mu Nanfeng took a deep breath, tightened his abdomen, straightened his waist, and looked sharp.

For a long time, the woman behind him didn't speak.

Mu Nanfeng tilted his head in confusion.

"do not move!"

Mu Nanfeng had no choice but to keep doing the action as he was told, and asked doubtfully, "Master...Master, how long should I keep doing this action?"

"Wait till you are tired."

"Are you tired of waiting for me?"

"Ah."

After a long time, Mu Nanfeng's forehead was covered with sweat and his steps were unsteady. He couldn't help but wonder, "By the way, Master, why is it that this is clearly a world of consciousness, but it is no different from the real world?"

"Huh? That's what you think about when you're practicing swordplay?!"

"..."

“The question you asked is still an unsolved mystery in Tiannv Continent, but what is certain is that it falls into the realm of the manifestation of soul laws.

What is the manifestation of soul law? Take the soul image as an example. The soul image comes from self-cognition. That is, when you think you look like this, your soul is like this. This is the self-manifestation of the soul image.

In the conscious world of the Nine Phoenix Stone, the reason why the soul's physical sensations are the same as those in the real world is the result of the joint action of many aspects. It is you, me, the consciousness of the way of heaven, the consciousness of the spirit of the instrument... and they all believe that such contact will lead to certain consequences.

Of course, saying that it is the result of the combined efforts of many factors is just a guess, and it is very general, but the principle is not much different from the self-manifestation of the soul image. It is just that how this result is led to is unknown.

You don't have to think too much about it, after all, this is already within the scope of God's laws."

Mu Nanfeng nodded to show that he understood.

"I told you not to move, yet you still move!!"

"......"

Mu Nanfeng didn't argue with her because she carefully explained his doubts to him, but a trace of doubt arose in his heart: had he accepted the image of himself as a child so quickly?

hateful!

I obviously prefer the handsome and impressive image of a 19-year-old, you bastard!

[Ding~ Host, recognition is not the same as belief. If you want to say recognition, I'm afraid you are more likely to recognize your image in your previous life. The soul image comes from what the host thinks he looks like now.]

"Alright, I've explained everything to you now. Now concentrate on your training."

The cold voice sounded in my ears again.

Mu Nanfeng sighed inwardly, carefully adjusted his sword stance, and attentively comprehended what she said about the true feelings of heaven and earth and the righteous principles of heaven.

Unfortunately, in the end he was covered in sweat and his body was on the verge of collapse, but he still didn't realize anything.

"Tired?"

"Yeah." Mu Nanfeng responded weakly.

"Can you still hold on?" Her voice came closer, as if it was touching her ear.

"No, not anymore."

Mu Nanfeng was exhausted and was about to fall forward, but at this moment, two hands reached out from behind him. The big hands held his small hands, and the soft body leaned over and pulled his falling body back, keeping his sword stance unchanged.

"Put all your strength on me, relax your body and mind, and follow my movements to gain enlightenment."

"Huh? Huh!"

Mu Nanfeng felt a buzzing, soft, and a little squeezed in his ears. He raised his head in surprise and realized that the position of his head seemed to be wrong. His cheeks turned red.

He stared at the woman's jaw and said awkwardly, "Master...Master, I..."

"Ok?"

Youqinhuali lowered her head, her face elegant and her beautiful eyes calm, "What? Are you afraid that your master will take advantage of you?"

"Um... this... is not..."

"Alright, pay attention. I will only take you through this once, and after that you will have to figure it out on your own."

"Ah, oh..."

The sword rises.

77. Shenwu was caught by his aunt, hehehe... (5.5k)

Beside the quiet and peaceful pond, a woman in a large green skirt embraces a woman in a small white dress, dancing gracefully under the cold moonlight, just like two colorful butterflies in green and white dresses, dancing among the flowers with the sound of the rippling spring.

The long sword glided through the air, creating ripples of moonlight in the quiet dusk cliff. The sword made a soft sound, like the gurgling of a stream in the forest, gentle and soft.

Suddenly, the sword's momentum turned abruptly, slashing through the air, sharp as the wind, like a soldier facing the enemy in a battle, swearing to kill the enemy to the death, and moving forward courageously.

The sword's momentum turned again, and the dark green hilt circled around the wrists of the two men. At a certain moment, it was held by both of them. The woman shook her wrist, and took the boy's wrist with her, throwing the sword forward.

"Om-"

The long sword was like a shuttle, disappearing into the distance in an instant, and seemed to transform into the light and shadow of the bright moon, shuttling freely in the cliff cave.

At the same time, the girl in the green skirt also embraced the girl in white, standing solemnly, with only her wrists moving slightly.

"Relax and close your eyes."

The woman's low murmur sounded in his ears. Mu Nanfeng closed his eyes, slowly relaxed his shoulders, buried his head in her soft heart, and gave his whole body and soul to the woman behind him.

The two of them stood solemnly between the light and shadow, motionless, only their right wrists, which were pressed together, were turning rapidly. Just like this, a solemn and majestic aura was emanating. They were like two generals standing in front of a huge army, calmly commanding everything.

"This is the rhyme of Taoism, do you understand?"

The woman's soft whisper entered his ears, and Mu Nanfeng seemed to understand, but not quite. After practicing it once, he was exhausted and his consciousness was hazy. He shook his head and said, "I still don't understand."

"do not move!"

The fairy in the green skirt raised her other hand and pressed the little head on her chest, frowning and saying:

"I've taught you this, but you still don't understand?"

Mu Nanfeng stiffened his neck and said nothing.

"What a fool."

Fairy in Green Skirt sighed, and her tone became serious again, "Master will take you through it again. If you still don't understand, don't blame me for spanking you again!"

"Another spanking?!"

Mu Nanfeng was helpless, "Master...can't you change the way of punishment?"

"Shut up."

The woman patted his lower abdomen and chest with her left hand, "Tighten your abdomen, straighten your chest, lean your back against your master, and pay attention!"

"..."

The sword style started again, but this time it was much faster and more intense.

Mu Nanfeng couldn't keep up and panted quickly, "Master, slow down, I can't do it anymore..."

After all, the human body has too many limitations, and it is difficult for Mu Nanfeng to keep up with the pace that Youqinhuali is intentionally speeding up.

Arikurin ignored his words and continued to draw his sword.

The green skirt fluttered and the white clothes danced. The boy clenched his teeth and sweated profusely, and even the green skirt fabric behind his head was soaked by him.

But the fairy in green skirt had no intention of stopping, and her sword broke through the air, making a thunderous sound.

"Om——"

"Master~Master~I really...I really can't do it anymore..."

“Master! Master! Stop! Stop!”

"don't want..."

"when----"

The long sword suddenly slipped out of his hand, hit the solid rock wall, bounced back and fell to the ground with a deafening clang.

"Puff-"

Mu Nanfeng's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

The woman in the green skirt stood beside him with her small bare feet. She frowned slightly and looked down at him. "Is this all you can do?"

What do you mean by "this is all you can do"? You bad woman, you taught me to practice from the first sword style to the thousandth sword style, which is only one-ninth of the sword moves. It's like jumping directly from kindergarten to university level. Is there anyone who teaches people to practice sword like this?

Mu Nanfeng was secretly resentful.

"Get up and continue." The graceful jade foot lifted lightly, and the round crystal toe kicked his cheek. Mu Nanfeng frowned and slapped her foot away, turning his head.

"I'm going to take a break."

"Rest? Did the master let you rest?"

The rosy white fleshy feet kicked again, but Mu Nanfeng remained unmoved.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said in a cold tone, "If you don't obey me again, I will really spank you!"

"..."

"very good."

The fairy in green skirt pulled up Mu Nanfeng's arm, sat down on the rock beside her, and then tried to pull down Mu Nanfeng's pants.

"Uh-huh!!!"

Mu Nanfeng's face flushed again, he struggled to get up, and said angrily, "I want to practice, can't I practice now?"

He slapped away Youqinhuali's hand and said, "Also, I'm nineteen years old now! I'm not a child anymore, don't spank me all day long. If you want to punish me, can't you use a different method?"

Mu Nanfeng was standing, so that he was on the same height as the fairy in green skirt who was sitting.

Qin Huali stared at the little boy in front of her expressionlessly, subconsciously stretched out her hand, pinched the flesh on his cheek, lifted it, frowned and said in a low voice,

"You dare to say you are not a child at the age of nine? How funny! Even if you are nineteen, you are still just a little brat in the eyes of your teacher."

Mu Nanfeng was not convinced. He tilted his head and said disdainfully, "The difference between you and me is..."