I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

"..."

[This system is a shame system, it will only actively remind the host when his life is threatened or a shameful event can be triggered. As for the 'Ruthless Sword-Spiritual Spell', it is obviously more likely to trigger a shameful event if the host is not reminded.

Of course, if the host had asked you before whether you had been hit by any spell other than the Moonlight of Rejuvenation, this system would still have told you. Unfortunately, the host was too careless and didn't think about it at all. I can only say that it is indeed a spell that reduces intelligence...]

"Stop, stop, stop. Now, let me ask you, is there anything else strange on me?"

[none]

It’s fine if you don’t.

Yuan Bingqi has already left, but Mu Nanfeng feels a stronger sense of urgency because of Yuan Bingqi's threat.

It seems that I need to improve my strength faster and faster.

Before, he had thought about leaving Youqinhuali alone for a day or two, but now he thought that he had no right to slack off.

There is the Qin Jian method, which must be learned quickly!

He closed his eyes.

*

In the center of the quiet and peaceful pond, a fairy in green skirt sat cross-legged peacefully, circulating the five elements with an ethereal temperament.

At a certain moment, her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, and she suddenly opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes looked towards the place where Mu Nanfeng disappeared, and her cold face gradually became stunned.

She suddenly realized a problem: what if the child deliberately didn't come in?

This possibility is very high. After all, a kid of this age doesn't know the value of the opportunity to practice, nor the value of the Qin and Sword Technique, not to mention that he has encountered a strict master like her...

And she couldn't force him into this consciousness space, then...

The fairy in the green skirt bit her lower lip lightly, her slender fingers tightly grasped the corner of her green skirt, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

At that time, once the thirty-day deadline has passed, she will be punished and learn to... meow in front of her apprentice?

Actually, meowing is nothing, but meowing in front of that little brat...

When she thought of this, the fairies in green skirts' ears turned red. She curled her nose, and her small, tender bare feet were slightly arched, with her crystal toes curled up.

This is how she behaves when she's nervous.

She bit her cherry lips and gently pulled down the hem of her silk skirt to hide her nervous pink feet.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes again, and decided not to think about it any more. The outcome would be clear in two hours.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she seemed to see herself moaning softly in front of the boy.

"clatter--"

She stood up suddenly, her brows furrowed, her jade feet stepping on the water, and just as she was about to walk towards the shore, the space began to fluctuate.

She raised her brows slightly, hurriedly withdrew her feet, and sat down cross-legged again.

Close your eyes and practice.

Mu Nanfeng looked around and found that the fairy in the pond was still practicing quietly. He thought that this cheap master was really hardworking.

Seeing that Youqin Huali ignored his thoughts, Mu Nanfeng didn't say much. He walked to the Youqin sword that was inserted on the high platform and drew the sword.

He followed the feeling he had when Qinhua Li taught him sword training before, and began to practice swinging the sword over and over again.

The faint red face, the dark sword shadows, accompanied by the rhythm of the sword hitting the dark cliff, the white-clothed young man's movements became more and more smooth, and the sweat overflowing into the sky became more and more.

The fairy in green skirt narrowed her right eye slightly, and the figure of the young man in white dancing with a sword came into her sight. At this moment, the young man swung his sword and turned around.

She quickly closed her eyes.

"Om-"

The sword slashed across the sky, leaving a green mark on the cliff, and rubble fell with a thud.

Mu Nanfeng was startled, looked down at his hands, then looked up at the woman in the middle of the pond, and said in surprise, "I think I understand."

The fairy in the green skirt glanced away and said calmly, "What do you understand? You only understand such a simple thing now. Is it worth being happy?"

"..."

Mu Nanfeng curled his lips, ignored the woman's put-down, and continued practicing swordplay.

After entering this space again, just a few hours later, he had instantly mastered the first ten sword styles, which gave him more confidence.

Although judging from Youqinhua Li's attitude, this kind of understanding is not very good, but for him, it is already very satisfying.

After all, there’s a saying that goes, if you don’t have talent, you can make up for it with hard work.

The long sword rose again, unstoppable.

You Qinhuali quietly closed her eyes, crossed her legs, and circulated the five elements with her hands. But if you look closely, you can find that the five elements of yin in her hands are all empty, and she is not practicing.

She was staring at the young man in white in the distance with her spiritual eyes open.

In fact, Mu Nanfeng's comprehension was very good, so good that even she was a little jealous. She had never seen such a talented person. If it were an ordinary person, it would take months or even years to master the first style of playing the zither.

And if there are those so-called immortal geniuses in Qinxian Palace, it will take a week or a day.

Even with Qinhua Li herself, it took her two hours to comprehend the first move.

Of course, her disciple took longer than her, but he was able to comprehend the first ten moves at the same time.

This is simply unheard of.

This is equivalent to swallowing ten apples in one bite, but the rest of the people have difficulty swallowing even one apple.

Perhaps the metaphor is not quite appropriate, but the difference in mouth size is the difference in understanding between this young man and those so-called geniuses in Youqin Fairy Palace.

After watching for a while, Youqinhuali stopped looking, closed his eyes, and went on with his own practice.

"call--"

His breathing quickened slightly, and Mu Nanfeng swung his sword steadily, performing twenty sword moves. The space trembled slightly, and a deep dark green ditch was cut on the platform, but it was repaired by the laws of space in an instant.

It was already the afternoon of the next day. After quickly eating outside, he entered the consciousness space again and began to practice sword.

Until evening.

The fairy in green skirt opened her eyes rarely and glanced at him, "Take a rest."

Mu Nanfeng raised his head, "No, I don't need to sleep here, I can still practice."

"But practicing sword is very exhausting of your mental and spiritual energy. You can't handle it." Youqinhuali frowned.

"I'll...try again."

If you don’t have enough talent, make up for it with hard work. Just try, it’s okay to make mistakes.

Mu Nanfeng knew that his comprehension of swordsmanship was not good, so if he was not diligent, he would not be able to practice it.

He shook his dizzy head, gripped the hilt tightly, and raised the sword again.

"You're asking for trouble."

Youqinhuali shook her head, closed her eyes and ignored it.

She was busy practicing, but maybe she forgot and did not turn off her spiritual eyes.

"when--"

Two hours later, with a tragic sound of metal and sword, the sword slipped out of his hand and hit the rock wall, falling to the ground with a clang.

"boom--"

The little boy, sweating all over and with a flushed face, swayed back and forth in a trance, his eyelids drooped, and he leaned forward and fell heavily to the ground.

The fairy in green skirt frowned, bent her jade feet lightly, and leaned forward slightly.

At this moment, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, and he struggled and stood up with difficulty.

The fairy in green skirt straightened her back again and practiced quietly.

The boy stood on the platform with his arms hanging down, breathing rapidly.

As time passed, his breathing became gradually even, but his eyes were still lifeless. He stood there for a long time, but finally he couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes went dark, and he fell forward.

But at this moment, a slender white jade finger touched his brow, and the green skirt fluttered.

"How stupid."

The cold words sound faint.

80. The Cold Master and the Comatose Disciple

The jade finger touched the forehead, feeling icy cold.

Mu Nanfeng suddenly woke up. He looked up in a daze and saw only a hazy and graceful green figure with a faint fragrance floating in the air. He unconsciously murmured, "Master..."

"Hmm? Looks like you're okay..."

The fairy in green skirt let go, but before she could finish her words, the boy swayed again, and fell into her arms with his red face covered in sweat.

The soft green skirt was pressed down and a large area was sunken, forming layers of wrinkles.

Youqinhuali was stunned for a moment, and was about to retreat with her snow-white feet, but suddenly stopped and gently retracted them.

She frowned, looked down at the boy with his eyes closed quietly in her arms, and unconsciously reached out and gently rubbed his wet hair, her slender hands suddenly becoming sticky.

"Really..."

She sighed, put her hands under the boy's armpits, picked him up, and then with a flash of her feet, she appeared in the center of the pool.

The water of Qingtan is clear, and you can clearly see the pebbles and green grass on the bottom of the water. The woman gently places the boy on the water, letting him lie flat. Circles of ripples spread out, and the environment is very quiet and peaceful.

Her slender feet tapped the surface of the lake, and as the ripples spread, she walked to above Mu Nanfeng's head and sat cross-legged.

She closed her eyes and practiced Qigong, then slightly opened her cherry lips. A ray of holy white light floated out from her lips and teeth, slid out a clear arc of light in the air, and connected to the boy's cracked lips and teeth.

This is the fetal light among the three souls. It dominates life and represents a person's life energy and soul energy.

If the soul's fetal light is consumed too much, the soul will be close to death.

The practice of Youqinjian consumes especially much fetal light, which is why it is difficult to practice Youqinjian.

There are three supreme sword techniques in the Tiannv Continent, which occupy the supreme position among all the sword techniques in the world.

These three sword techniques are the Qin Sword, the Merciless Sword, and the Forgetful Sword, also known as the Three Love Swords.

The practice of these three sword techniques are all related to the soul: Qin is for the fetal light, Wuqing is for the refreshing spirit, and Wangqing is for the youjing.

Among them, the Merciless Sword is crowned as the strongest sword technique, and has the ability to influence the emotions of the seven spirits of the soul, as well as the memory and thinking of the soul.

But at the same time, the Merciless Sword is also the most criticized by the world, because anyone who practices the Merciless Sword seems to have something wrong with his brain. The former Emperor Shenwu is the best example.

We've strayed off topic. Let's not talk about the Sword of Forgetfulness for now and get back to the Sword of the Qin.

Practicing with the Qin and Sword will increase the upper limit of the fetal light, but it will also consume a lot of fetal light. This is why many practitioners cannot persist in the early stages.

This is because unless one has practiced a special spiritual technique, according to the amount of fetal light of an ordinary person, practicing continuously for thirty hours is already the limit.

If you practice more, the three souls will become unstable due to insufficient fetal light, and the soul will directly disintegrate and break apart.

Although Mu Nanfeng's condition is not that serious yet, it is almost there.

If there is no external obstruction, he will not be able to feel comfortable for the next week or two. He will feel a splitting headache and hellish pain in his sleep as if his brain is about to explode.

This is the soul fetal light forcibly proliferating itself and rebuilding a stable three-soul system.

The fetal light connected the two people's lips, like a waterfall of spiritual light falling from the sky into the cave.

The fairy in green skirt stopped practicing her skills, slowly leaned down, put her lips to Mu Nanfeng's chin, her long black hair hung down her neck and touched his slightly open lips. The fairy in green skirt also let the last of her fetal light fall into his mouth.

......

The fire was blazing and corpses were everywhere.

Mu Nanfeng stood in the middle of a mountain and river filled with piles of dead bones, kneeling with his head in his hands, screaming silently.

But after a while, the pain slowly subsided, his body gradually relaxed, and he felt as if he was in the clouds of heaven.

The soft water flow enveloped his body and mind, the burning warm breath hit his lips and nose, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The delicate clavicle came into view, and the fragrance filled his nose. He lowered his gaze, and the woman's cold face was lowered, her lips slightly parted, as if she was about to...

Mu Nanfeng's heart tightened. He didn't expect that Qin Huali was such a person?! He shrank his neck and whispered in fear: "Master...what are you doing..."

Youqinhuali was stunned for a moment, then stood up immediately, her snow-white feet curled up tightly under her skirt. She said calmly, "What are you thinking about? Your master is helping you pass the fetal light."

[Ding~ Due to the host~ When a Qinhuatan's lips approached the host's lips, the host discovered it, and it was so embarrassed that its toes curled up~Shame value +500]