The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Mu Yunning reacted, came back to her senses, and stared blankly at the young man in front of her.

She blinked, her voice trembling.

"You...when did you come?"

“From the moment you began to stare at the beautiful scenery along the coast.”

Jingyan smiled.

"The scenery is looking at people, you are looking at the scenery, and I am looking at you."

Mu Yunning puffed up her cheeks and threw herself into Jing Yan's arms like a kitten.

Seventy-three. Licking

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Jing Yan was caught off guard and was hugged by Mu Yunning. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and beg for mercy.

"No...are you okay?" Mu Yunning quickly jumped up from Jing Yan, waving her hands in panic, her eyes unfocused, like a child who had done something wrong.

Jing Yan took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he was pretending, but that he really felt pain.

Not only was Jianxin injured, but he also had to block the Qingming Sword for Mu Yunning. Although his roots were not injured, he still suffered physical pain.

"fine."

Jing Yan shook his head and spoke with all his strength.

"sorry......"

Mu Yunning looked at Jing Yan, gently pulled her little hand from behind, and said, "I shouldn't have been so strong... Please forgive me."

"I don't blame you." Jing Yan rubbed his chest and said with a smile.

"oh oh."

After hearing these words, Mu Yunning's expression brightened up a little. She stared at Jing Yan, hesitated for a long time, and then asked:

"How did you know I was coming?"

"No, I don't know." Jing Yan replied: "It's just that I felt that you were waiting for me, or I missed you, these two feelings are pretty much the same... so I went out."

Jing Yan smiled and said, "I just happened to meet you. Is this destiny?"

"You...what are you talking about!?"

Mu Yunning's originally cold cheeks suddenly turned red, perhaps because of Jingyan's words, but more because Jingyan pinched a small bunch of her long silver-white hair and kept stroking it.

"Your hair has turned white." Jing Yan said.

"Well... I can't help it." Mu Yunning bit her lip: "Will you dislike it?"

"Hehe, who would hate a white-haired sister?" Jing Yan spread his hands, looking nonchalant.

"So do I look better with my black hair before or my white hair now?"

"Of course it's white... Of course they all look good, as long as it's you."

Halfway through his words, Jing Yan realized that there was a trap hidden in Mu Yunning's words, so he quickly changed his words.

"Scripture says."

"Ok?"

"I won't be mean to you." Mu Yunning's voice became smaller and smaller, and her eyes began to turn red unconsciously: "So you don't have to think that I'm testing you or anything. I'm really asking you, but... but... if you like the way I looked before, I can also dye my hair black."

For a moment, Jing Yan was silent, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

After a while, he reached out and touched Mu Yunning's silver hair.

"I like them all. As long as it's you, I like them all."

"oh......."

After hearing Jing Yan's reply, Mu Yunning became visibly happier and a smile appeared on her face.

"Then touch it more."

She leaned her head towards Jingyan so that he could touch her more comfortably.

Sniffing the orchid-like fragrance of the girl's hair, Jing Yan rubbed it for a long time. As time passed, the sun was about to fall into the distant horizon.

"By the way, what did you get in the secret realm?"

It was only at this time that Jing Yan remembered this key question and asked Mu Yunning.

"It's a legacy called 'Sword Bearer'."

Mu Yunning thought about it for a while. It wasn’t that she was making it up. Instead, Jing Yan’s touch had filled her mind with strange things. She couldn’t react for a while. “Anyway, it just improved my cultivation a lot, and also awakened some kind of sword intent… I don’t think there’s anything special about it.”

If the man holding the sword could hear these words, he would probably faint in the toilet crying - that was the sword intent that he had spent his entire life to comprehend, how many people wanted to obtain it but couldn't, yet in Mu Yunning's mouth it was as worthless as a cabbage.

"You have reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage." Jing Yan noticed Mu Yunning's cultivation and couldn't help but sigh: "Then you can defeat me now."

"Jingyan, I told you." Mu Yunning retorted in a low voice: "I won't be mean to you, and I won't hit you either."

"I'm talking about the fighting bet between us."

Jingyan explained: "That is not considered violent, nor is it considered a fight."

"That bet is over."

Mu Yunning frowned and recalled her battle with the Qingming Divine Sword. She used Jingyan's sword heart to defeat her former sword heart.

"You've already beaten me."

"What?" Jing Yan was confused: "When did I ever beat you?"

"Anyway, you've already beaten me, so don't ever fight with me again."

Mu Yunning said this in a naughty way.

"Okay, okay." Jing Yan had no choice but to accept it. He continued to rub Mu Yunning's silver hair and touch her sweet and soft cheeks from time to time, making the blush on her face as bright as the sunset clouds in the distant sky, even brighter than those clouds.

So, just like that, a long time passed.

This time it was Mu Yunning who spoke first.

"How are you?" Mu Yunning gently placed her hands on Jingyan's shoulders, afraid of hurting him. She looked at his chest and asked, "How are your injuries?"

"The injury is not that bad."

Jing Yan smiled bitterly and said, "It's just that only half of the sword heart is left, and the cultivation has regressed a bit, only the initial stage of the golden elixir, but at least the person is still alive, there will always be a way to make up for it in the future."

"..."

Mu Yunning fell into silence.

After a long time, she held back her tears and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then let me see it."

"Ah? Mu Yunning, what do you mean? In broad daylight, what do you mean?"

Jing Yan let go of the hand that was caressing Mu Yunning, and stepped back in panic, looking as if he was looking at a female hooligan.

"My meaning is very simple, take off your clothes and let me see your injuries."

But Mu Yunning remained calm and spoke with a serious expression.

"You said you wouldn't be violent towards me. You won't use force, right?"

Jing Yan hugged himself and shrank back a little bit, leaning against the railing of the pavilion, with nowhere to retreat.

"This is not serious." Mu Yunning explained: "I am checking your injuries."

In the end, under Mu Yunning's coercion, Jing Yan had no way to resist, and finally he obediently (was forced) to take off his outer clothes and show the scar on his chest to Mu Yunning.

When that horrible, long and narrow wound appeared in front of Mu Yunning, she was so sad that she couldn't speak for a moment, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She still couldn't imagine what kind of courage it would take to point her sword at her own heart.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Yunning's fingertips gently brushed across the wound on Jing Yan's heart. She didn't dare to use force and only dared to touch it lightly.

"It doesn't hurt."

Jingyan shook his head.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Yunning nodded, slightly lowered her silver hair, and stuck out her red and tender tongue.

"Hey, Mu Yunning, what are you doing?"

Jing Yan was stunned and stood there in a daze.

"Lick it."

Mu Yunning said exactly the same words as she did in the cave on that snowy night.

"It won't hurt if you lick it."

But unlike the past, the two people's hearts are closer to each other.

Moreover, in this peaceful and harmonious world, one can still see pedestrians passing by the stone bridge.

"This is in public." Jing Yan tried to dissuade him: "Others will see us."

"It doesn't matter. Isn't it getting dark soon?"

But Mu Yunning didn't pay any attention to Jing Yan's words. Her smooth tongue, with sweet saliva, slowly touched the horrible wound on Jing Yan's chest. It was like plum soup in midsummer, icy, cool, and numbing.

Mu Yunning licked it seriously.

Time passed little by little, and the night gradually concealed the figures of the two people in darkness.

There were whispers in the darkness.

"Mu Yunning, where are you licking? Hey...wait a minute..."

Remarks on the launch (for subsequent introduction)

It is Friday, November 11th, 17:3.

I stopped typing on the keyboard with a sense of relief and started typing this paragraph on my phone.

What was I going to say?

First, let’s talk about the characterization of the heroine in this book.

This book is a harem novel, and the tone was set from the beginning. Or I can only write about harems, because I don’t know what to write about once I leave beautiful girls behind. Yes, the author is such a waste.

I would like to express my sincerest apologies to all the pure love gods, and at the same time, open a bottle of champagne for all the thieves who fall in love with every girl they meet.

But in fact, from a certain perspective, harem literature is also a kind of pure love - the male protagonist loves every harem equally, how can it not be considered pure love? (My irrational speech)

But at least you should be able to see from my first volume that it is not impossible to read the stories in each volume as a brand new pure love story (trying to retain the pure love market). Perhaps you will feel that with Mu Yunning as the first heroine, the subsequent heroines have no chance of overtaking. Here I can swear: the characterization of the heroine in the second volume will definitely not be worse than Mu Yunning. In fact, because the planned length is longer than the first volume, there is more ink and space to shape the second heroine. Maybe the character created will be more lovable than Mu Yunning.

If you believe me, please continue reading, and I will show you a different kind of love story in the world of immortals and heroes. (Bragging).

Furthermore--

I am a person who hates stereotyping very much. In a novel, there can be a tsundere, but only one is enough; there can be a naive, but only one is enough. Repetitive character creation will make readers lose interest in reading. I will always keep this in mind. Therefore, creating a variety of heroines with different personalities and stories has become my primary goal.

For example, when talking about a certain character, people will think of a certain role or a certain plot. This was my original purpose, not to simply increase the number of heroines, but to improve the quality of each one.

As of now, there will be no more than ten heroines in this article, so that the longer length can be equally divided among each heroine, making the characterization more full.

I might write some perfunctory articles later on, but my grades have to be stable so I can write about daily life.

As for updates, I don't need any tips from my brothers to urge me after the version is put on the shelves this month. I will try my best to update, and strive for the second, third, fourth and fifth place. Anyway, as long as the quality is guaranteed, I will do as much as I can. Thank you all for your support over the long term.

I have noted down many familiar faces. I am really happy to see your complaints. The happiest thing for an author is that what he writes is liked. Fortunately, no one criticizes me.

Oh, no, there are still people who criticize me.

It’s about the setting of the apprentices.