The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

"I have reached a bottleneck." Nian Nian pushed her glasses and continued to explain: "Sister Chunlan is too strong and not soft enough, while sister Qiuju is weak and introverted, but lacks sharpness." The two have complementary personalities, but each has its own flaws. It has always been difficult for them to integrate the sword skills they have learned and enter the next stage." After listening, Sang Zhe could not help but nod silently: "Chunlan and Qiuju... they do have their own strengths." Nian Nian looked at Sang Zhe's absent-minded gaze, and suddenly realized something, and looked at him suspiciously: ".. Host, what do you think is the biggest difference between Chunlan and Qiuju?" "Of course it's their figure." Sang Zhe said seriously: "You see, Chunlan is obviously the elder sister, but she seems to develop a little slower than her younger sister. She has a bad temper, but her figure is poor and immature like a child."

"On the contrary, my sister is as gentle as water, but her breasts are already as humbly as a valley, with waves surging and surging! No, I was just looking at it, why did it break?"

The scene before Sang Zhe's eyes suddenly changed from the spring scenery in the bathing pool to the bare walls of the confinement room in front of him.

He was so angry that he jumped up from the bed, turned his head and glared at Nian Nian: "Is your prop reliable? Why can't I watch it halfway?" "It got soaked. It's broken." Nian Nian crossed her arms, snorted and turned her head away. She was very unhappy. It was Sang Zhe who said that they needed a tool that could monitor the two sisters and eavesdrop on them.

I was the one who recommended this tool to him. But in the end, the tool was used for peeping. What a hateful perverted host. Sang Zhe was also unhappy. Blame you, an unscrupulous merchant. You didn't tell me that this thing is not waterproof before exchanging it. Sang Zhe was so angry that his teeth itched, but he could only sit back on the bed angrily. "Host, don't you just want to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two? There are props in the mall that can only listen to sounds, and they are waterproof. Does the host need to exchange and buy them?" Forget it." He lay back on the bed, crossed his legs silently: "Wait and see."

There are still nine levels to go. No rush."

"They'll bump into my hands."

126. People nicknamed him the Big Liar

The life of the disciples of Jianhua Palace was very monotonous. Rouzhe observed them roughly. Their daily life was basically getting up early and

Class, eating, sword practice, sword practice, sword practice

Until the evening, I went back to my room and went to sleep. It was monotonous, boring, and tedious. It was even more miserable than the office animals like Sangze.

o

But the disciples of Jianhua Palace seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life. Seeing them practicing swordsmanship vigorously on the sword training ground, Sang Zhe could only

I was bored and leaning against the window of the solitary confinement room, staring at these beautiful young girls in a daze.

It seems like I’m back to the time when I was in military training at Tianxue University. During the break, I would stand by the road to see which class of freshmen on the playground had the best-looking girls.

In fact, the fact that a man had come to Jianhua Palace had naturally spread quietly among the disciples a long time ago.

Many female disciples who passed by the confinement room would whisper and peek inside.

But the only one who dared to come in and interact with Sang Zhe was Qiu Ju. Every day at mealtime, Qiu Ju would come in and bring food to Sang Zhe. This little girl

He never put on airs in front of Sang Zhe, and always timidly called him "Mr. Sang".

, which is completely different from her sister's violent temper that dislikes everyone.

Sang Zhe also liked to tease Qiu Ju. The young girl was inexperienced and always blushed when she was teased by Sang Zhe.

Chi finally ran away in shame.

But after a while, Sang Zhe became familiar with Qiu Ju and could talk to her.

The.

"Sister Qiuju, have your schoolwork become heavier these two years?" Another big meal was delivered. When Qiuju was arranging the dishes for Rouzhe, she heard Rouzhe

Zhe suddenly asked.

"Ah, it's because the Sword Palace Competition is coming soon." She whispered softly, "The Sword Palace Competition is an examination for the disciples of our Sword Camp.

, used to test the progress of the course over the past year. " "During the assessment period, you are not allowed to use your skills, only the swordsmanship and swordsmanship understanding will be tested.

Sang Zhe nodded thoughtfully: Since you two sisters are the Palace Master's Sword Servant, did you pass the assessment before?

The grades are all good?" Hearing this, Qiu Ju couldn't help blushing and said embarrassedly: "No

"Chunlan is truly gifted, her swordsmanship is sharp and swift, and among the disciples, few can surpass her just by understanding swordsmanship."

"I, I just happened to be lucky and could follow behind my sister." Seeing her introverted and self-abased look, Sang Zhe shook his head: "How could that be?" "Your sword has also been sharpened through hard training and countless honing." "Why do you have to be so self-abased?" "In fact, you are much more powerful than you think. Hold your head up high and be more confident." "Your swordsmanship is actually very amazing." Qiu Ju looked at the gentle gaze in Sang Zhe's eyes, and after a moment of daze, she accidentally knocked over the teacup on the table. Water spilled all over the table, and the little girl was so scared that she bowed her head and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so clumsy, I'll wipe it right away..." "It's okay, I'll help too." The two of them hurriedly wiped the table, and the little girl's face had turned red. She was too embarrassed to stay in the room for another second, so they could only salute each other and run away quickly.

As soon as she ran out of the door, Qiuju ran into Chunlan who was passing by. Chunlan was about to say hello to Qiuju, but she saw that her face was red and she was covering her face.

Run away quickly. He turned his head again and looked at the door of the confinement room which had not yet been closed.

Chunlan was immediately furious. "Hey! What did you do to my sister?" While Sang Zhe was still cleaning the table, Chunlan had already rushed in angrily.

Come and stare at Sang Zhe arrogantly.

No, it was just that I accidentally caused Qiuju to knock over her teacup, and she got a little shy and ran away. "

Seeing Anzhe's innocent face, Chunlan stared at him for a while before saying unhappily:

I am warning you, although my sister has a good temper, she cannot be bullied just because you want to. "

If I find out that you bully my sister, I will report you to the Palace Master!"

Sang Zhejiu was sitting on his shoulders, not saying anything. Chunlan finally rolled her eyes at him fiercely and turned to look for Qiuju. But just as she left, a voice with a hint of pity rang out from behind her.

语：

"….What a pity. Such a good talent." Chunlan turned back suspiciously, only to see Sangzhe sitting on a chair, staring at her back in amazement. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Sang Zhe waved his hand, "You can go." Confused, Chunlan pouted and turned around.

As a result, after taking two steps, a whisper sounded behind him: "If this little girl can't use a sword in the future, she will be so sad." Chunlan turned her head again and said angrily: "What are you talking about?" "Nothing." Sang Zhe smiled and said: "I just found something wrong, but you can't believe it.

You go. "

Chunlan looked at his harmless smile and gritted her teeth in anger. She turned around and was about to leave angrily.

"That's it. If you find out, it's already in the late stage." "..what on earth are you mumbling about!" Chunlan finally couldn't stand it anymore. She rushed to Sangzhe, put her hands on her hips and raised her little head to stare at him fiercely.

The white goose with its head held high is very beautiful.

"If you have anything to say, say it in front of me!" "Nothing." Sang Zhe said with a secretive look on his face, "I saw you practicing swordplay on the sword training ground during the day and noticed something was wrong with you."

"But you are a Sword Master of the Sword Flower Palace, a noble disciple of the Sword Palace. You certainly can't believe the gossip of a wandering cultivator like me."

"Hou, go away and just pretend I didn't say anything." "Whether I believe it or not, you tell me and I'll make the judgment." Chunlan was so excited by his words.

The itch was unbearable. She hated people who spoke half-heartedly. Sang Zhe stole a glance at her.

I'll tell you then. You are not allowed to be angry." "I'm not angry, you tell me." If you ask me... you have gone astray in your sword practice." Chunlan immediately became angry, her eyebrows raised in anger. "Okay! You are so bold!" I am a genuine disciple of the Flower Palace. The sword techniques were taught by the Palace Master himself, and I practiced the sword techniques that are not passed down in the Flower Palace." "You, a casual cultivator in the mountains, dare to comment on me and say that I have gone astray in my sword practice?"

The swordsmanship is indeed good. "Sang Zhe curled his lips, "What a pity, everything should be taught in accordance with the students' aptitude."

"You ask people to practice sword techniques that are not suitable for them, just like an elementary school boy giving up his seat to an old lady in a public restroom. It's neither fish nor fowl."

What a mess. Chunlan frowned and said, "Tell me, what's wrong with me?"

"I won't cheat you." Sang Zhe said with a profound look: "Let me ask you, have you reached a bottleneck in your swordsmanship now? You find that no matter how hard you practice, you can't improve it?" "Yes. So what?" "That's right." He patted Chunlan's shoulder with a look of regret, and said with regret: "It's not that your talent has reached the limit. It's that your swordsmanship has reached a dead end." If you continue to practice like this, you will become obsessed and will never be able to practice swordsmanship again.

It is. ”

One hundred and twenty-seven, walking into a trap

Obsessed? Can't practice sword anymore? Chunlan's heart skipped a beat when she heard these key words. But she kept comforting herself that this guy must be trying to trick her and she couldn't be fooled. "How do you know that I've gone astray?" "I really don't know." Sang Zhe said with a sad face, "My father was once stuck in the sword path, so he had to start appreciating and trying to practice all the sword techniques under the command of Guanxia."

However, when he encountered a sword technique that was incompatible with his attributes, he was still extremely stubborn: he had to practice it to the fullest."

"The last thought made him go astray and die with regret." He even deliberately showed an extremely sad expression. Chunlan saw that his expression was so serious, as if she was really touched by the pain.

He couldn't help but feel a little sad. "Are you telling the truth?" "Oh, if you don't believe me, just pretend I didn't say anything." Sang Zhe turned his head with emotion: "It's a pity. It's rare to have such an outstanding talent in swordsmanship, and she is also pretty, gentle, elegant, quiet and virtuous."

"My talent will be wasted just because I went astray. "When I think of this, I can't help but feel heartbroken." Chunlan couldn't help but lower her head, her heart getting nervous. Is he, is he lying to me? But it doesn't seem like it. His expression is so realistic. And he did find that my swordsmanship has reached a bottleneck. Could it be that in the end, she couldn't help but shook her head violently, pouted and said, "I, I still can't believe you." "Wait for me to ask the Palace Master tomorrow!" After that, the little girl ran away quickly.

Only after she left did Sang Zhe restrain his expression and start eating calmly.

As long as she went to find Gu Yingmian, her plan would be half successful. After all, she might not believe what she said, but she would definitely take Gu Yingmian's words as an imperial decree.

After returning to her residence, Chunlan almost did not sleep all night. Although she did not think that a nameless mountain cultivator could see that

A problem that even the Palace Master couldn't see.

But the fact that she was stuck in a bottleneck was real. Seeing that the Sword Palace Competition was approaching, Chunlan was not worried about her own strength. But the mind of a girl was always sensitive and delicate. She tossed and turned all night. The next morning during the morning class, Chunlan

He ran to the Heavenly Palace to look for Gu Yingmian.

"Palace Master." "Excuse me, has my swordsmanship really gone astray?" she asked somewhat uneasily. Gu Yingmian was silent for a long time, which was rare. After a long time, she slowly said: ...Who told you that?" "Chunlan wanted to say it was the man who broke into the sword camp privately. But then she remembered that he was still in the forbidden group, and she would be scolded if she contacted him privately. "Yes, it's my disciple who has encountered a bottleneck in his swordsmanship practice, and I feel confused...I hope the Palace Master can give me some advice." Gu Yingmian glanced at her lightly. "You are right, but not entirely right." Chunlan's heart skipped a beat.

I know you have a strong character, so the swordsmanship you use is inevitably fierce and aggressive. "

Therefore, the sword technique that I let you practice at the beginning is a smooth and gentle thin sword. "

"I wanted to use this to hone your character, and eventually achieve both strength and softness." "But now it seems that the effect is not good." "It seems that your temper cannot be smoothed out simply by practicing swordsmanship." Chunlan couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Then, what should I do then?" "Start over." Gu Yingmian said in a leisurely voice: "This time, I will teach you a set of strong and tough swordsmanship."

When you can practice this sword technique to the current level, I will slowly help you hone the balance between hardness and softness in the sword technique."

Start all over again?! Chunlan was shocked by this sentence. She had devoted all her energy to the previous sword technique, regardless of the weather, day or night. It was not easy for her to achieve her current achievements and stand out among all the disciples. Now, she is asked to change to another one. "Palace Master, I..." Chunlan said in a light and pleasant voice, "The way of sword is the great way.

“The road is long, and even many people devote their entire lives to pursuing it, yet still cannot get a glimpse of it.”

“It is not easy to master it, and the time and effort required are incalculable.”

It is normal to spend a hundred years on a set of sword techniques. "You should have a longer-term vision. I have my own reasons for teaching you sword techniques.

The truth of the palace."

Although we have to start all over again now, we can avoid many detours when we integrate in the future."

Seeing Chunlan still looking dejected, Gu Yingmian continued, "As a disciple of the Sword Palace, we should not be afraid of hard work or

Fear of difficulties. "

Even if you practice swordsmanship again, I will still allow you and your sister to be my personal sword servants."

"You should not be too eager for quick success and instant benefits, and you should be down-to-earth." These words moved Chunlan emotionally and rationally. Even if Chunlan was very sad and unwilling, she could only bow her head slowly in the end.

"It's the Palace Master."

In fact, Chunlan could understand Gu Yingmian's good intentions. She knew that her palace master was extremely skilled in swordsmanship.

It will hurt me. But the Sword Palace Competition is coming soon.

And at this critical juncture, he had to start from scratch and practice a different sword technique that he had never practiced before.

The frustration and loss at that moment was too sad for a girl of her age.

Chunlan was lost in thought and suddenly realized that she had unknowingly come to the confinement room again.

Standing at the entrance of the forbidden group room, the man's face appeared in her mind again.

o

Although that man was a bit annoying, he actually didn't lie to me. He really saw the problem in my swordsmanship training and even pointed it out.

The key point. In other words, this person's swordsmanship is far superior to that of his disciples. Perhaps, in the Jianhua Camp, only the camp master can suppress him? Then. Will he know the solution to my situation? As soon as this thought popped up in Chunlan's mind, she shook it off. No, no. I can't trust an outsider. The palace master said that I should follow her method. Although I need to endure the loneliness at the moment, it will still be beneficial to my swordsmanship in the long run...

But what if this man really knows a solution? Even if it's just to get her through this Sword Palace Competition... After a lot of thinking, Chunlan felt that this was the first time she was so entangled since she was born, and it was difficult to make a choice. At this moment, a ghostly voice with a strange and playful tone sounded in her ears: "Little~girl~" "What are you thinking about~" Chunlan was startled and raised her head suddenly. She was facing Sang Zhe's smiling face. At this moment, Sang Zhe was leaning on the window next to the door of the confinement room, looking at her with a smile like the strange Shu Tai with ill intentions.

"What's on your mind? Come in and sit down~ "The detention room is quite big~"

128. The little butterfly falls into the spider web

Chunlan didn't know how she ended up sitting in the forbidden room. In front of her was Rouzhe, who kept serving tea and water, with a look on her face.

An unsettling smile. "Wait, I told you." Sang Zhe said as he poured water, "There must be something wrong with your swordsmanship. Even if there is no problem, I can't come to you, right?"

In this world, there are not many people like me who are honest and kind-hearted. " Chunlan curled her lips. Although she was nervous, she still said: "Then, then do you know what to do with my situation?" "It depends on what you want now." Sangzhe sat down slowly and drank a sip of tea. "I... I don't want to miss this Jiangong competition." She pursed her lips slightly, and said

He said, "I want a set of strong sword techniques that can be mastered quickly, so that the Palace Master won't find any problems and I can still rank among the top in the competition."

"It's simple." Sang Zhe clapped his hands and said, "What a coincidence! It's a perfect match for my major! I am a practitioner of the fierce sword technique.

It just so happens that our family has a treasure passed down from our ancestors that assists in sword practice, which allows the user to simulate the sword intent of sword techniques in an immersive way, thus speeding up the progress of practice."

"With this treasure." "With Miss Chunlan's talent, if she wants to learn by analogy, she can use her new sword before the competition.

"… What's so difficult about writing?" He smiled and put a stone into Chunlan's hand. Chunlan's heart skipped a beat. Feeling the warmth of the jade in her hand, she became more and more uneasy and asked:

Why are you so kind to help me? Are you planning something behind my back?"

"Read, Miss Chunlan's words are really sad." Sang Zhe pretended to be sad: "My generation of sword cultivators, who have dedicated their entire lives to the path of swordsmanship, should support each other and make progress together."

I am not in competition with you Sword Palace disciples, what can I possibly do to you?

？"

Chunlan thought about it and it made sense. She was just a little swordsman, and there didn't seem to be anything that could attract people's attention... Wait. Chunlan suddenly became alert and protected her head with both hands. Her pretty face flushed and she asked nervously,

Said: "You, you, you, you are not trying to get sex, are you?"

Sang Zhe: "... Big sister, I'm not as good at getting your sex appeal as I am at getting fucked by steel plates." After saying that, he glanced at her small breasts with a strange and speechless look. "You! I'm not small! I'll still grow!" "Okay, okay...

Moved to martyrdom: ⑤5⒋⑦０7㈤五㈤

Sang Zhe walked over to her side in a coaxing manner and gently handed her a wooden sword: "Since Miss Lan is worried, why don't you try out the power of my ancestral treasure here first?"

Chunlan took the sword, still a little hesitant. Seeing that only the last fire was left, Sangzhe simply took action and shot a

He held her jade-like hand.

The other hand held her sword-holding hand and slowly raised it towards her. "Ugh!" As if the action was too intimate, Chunlan instinctively felt embarrassed and her cheeks were hot.

"You! Lecher, what are you doing..." She hadn't even finished her words. Sang Zhe had already smiled and said cunningly: "Miss Chunlan, hold on tight." "Next, it might be a little exciting~ Then, he activated the practice jade.