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

This time, when she looked at Sang Zhe, she realized that the most terrifying thing about this sword intent was not the sword body.

It's about the person. This time, since Gu Yingmian and Rouzhe fought, she felt for the first time that she could consciously resist Rouzhe's sword. But it was only conscious. When Rouzhe's sword was approaching, Gu Yingmian became more and more aware that this sword intent was not just a facade. Even if we put aside the terrifying pressure exerted by Sang Zhe himself. This "Qingping Fusheng Sword" sword technique alone is still one of the most exquisite sword techniques she has ever seen. This time, Gu Yingmian only had time to barely block one sword. But she was still unable to block the second sword. She could only let Sang Zhe's sword hover over her chest again. "Palace Master Gu is indeed a natural talent." Sang Zhe smiled and praised: "Only one day has passed, and you can already block a sword from me." "It seems that in the next few days, my swordsmanship will not be worthy of praise in front of the Palace Master." Yi Yingmian forced a far-fetched smile, but her beautiful eyes were full of gloom.

"I... still lost." "Don't worry, I can practice with you a few more times." Yi Yingmian gave Sang Zhe a grateful look and said in a rare soft and light voice:

"Mr. Sang is kindhearted and accommodating to me. I am flattered."

I am honored to be your junior." Sang Zhe bowed slowly. Before, Gu Yingmian only had the sword in his eyes, so he only had a good impression of Sang Zhe.

Remember Sang Zhe's swordsmanship and sword intent.

Now with Rouzhe's reminder, Gu Yingmian no longer just looked at the sword, but also looked at Rouzhe.

Only after seeing this did she realize that this Mr. Sang was actually quite likable. His swordsmanship was superb, and his persuasion was secondary. He was also kind, polite, and patient. No matter what she asked,

When I asked, the other party always smiled and accommodated me.

No matter how big the situation was, even after watching him cut silicon with the other party for such a long time, he did not complain at all. Instead, he tried his best to find the problem for himself and overcome the difficulties in his practice.

Cutting for a long time is very tiring. Although the other party may have been respectful to his predecessors, he always let himself

Be tolerant and indulgent towards unreasonable behavior.

But for Gu Yingmian herself.

For the first time, she realized the feeling of being cared for and accepted by others. This feeling... is not bad. This thought inexplicably appeared in Gu Yingmian's mind. "Do you want to continue today?" "No." Gu Yingmian thought about it, smiled lightly and shook her head. "Hastiness will only backfire. I shouldn't be so impatient." "Mr. Sang, you should also have a good rest. Come again tomorrow." Seeing Gu Yingmian's attitude suddenly become so gentle, Sang Zhe scratched his head in confusion.

Oh

One hundred and forty-eight, a pure girl

The next two levels were similar. Sang Zhe would go to Gu Yingmian every day, and Gu Yingmian would come every time.

Try your best to find a way to break Sang Zhe's sword intent.

But every time, it ended in Gu Yingmian's failure. Gu Yingmian no longer dragged Sang Zhe to fight for a whole day, but only cut three times a day, and let Sang Zhe go back to rest the rest of the time.

She also took this opportunity to constantly adjust and improve her sword skills. Sang Zhe lived a very comfortable life. Every day he would fight with Gu Yingmian and show off, or visit the Jianhua Palace.

A bunch of young and beautiful female disciples practicing sword skills are pleasing to the eyes.

From time to time, he could go to Chunlan and Qiuju's house for a meal and see the two sisters being inexplicably attentive to him while having their own ulterior motives.

Another week passed.

"I say, Nian Nian." In the steam bath, Sang Zhe leaned against the shore, tilted his head and muttered to himself: "Gu Yingmian is indeed a genius in swordsmanship." "At the beginning, she couldn't even block a single strike from the Qingping Fusheng Sword."

"Later, I could barely block one or two sword strikes." "Now it takes me more than ten moves to defeat her every time. This is a very slow progress.

Isn't this too exaggerated and perverted? "

"Why is there such a big gap between people?" Nian Nian also sat by the pool, her smooth feet gently moving in the water. She actually wanted to tell Sang Zhe the real reason. But after thinking about it, in order to protect the enthusiasm of her host, she chose to

Sang Zhe kept silent. "Oh, luckily I'm smart." Sang Zhe continued to sigh and talk to himself: "If I hadn't been so smart, I would have misled her a few words every time after training. Maybe now she can beat "Qing Ping Fu Sheng Jian"." Nian Nian: "Diao, do you think that if she continues to improve at this rate, can she still be broken by my abuse?" "Will she achieve enlightenment and master the swordsmanship during the fight?" Sang Zhe lay on the shore, looking at Nian Nian with a worried face. "Don't worry." Nian Nian rolled her eyes at him unhappily and said in a delicate voice: "Although this possibility is not zero, it is just not zero." "To achieve great success in a certain way is as difficult as ascending to heaven no matter in which world."

"It's difficult to achieve it overnight, even with cheats." "Don't look at Gu Yingmian who seems to be able to fight against "Qing Ping Fu Sheng Jian"

There was a response." "But think carefully about her sword intent at the beginning and her sword intent now." Sang Zhe recalled seriously. Indeed. At the beginning, Gu Yingmian had been insisting on looking at his own lonely sword intent. Although it couldn't beat "Qingping Fusheng Sword". But the opponent's sword intent was still pure, elegant, and beautiful. Just appreciating the opponent's sword intent can make an outsider like Sang Zhe feel pleasing to the eye. But in the current fight, the opponent has begun to force his sword intent to cater to the feeling in order to deal with "Qingping Fusheng Sword". It can indeed take more of his moves. But it's not as comfortable to watch as before. "For sword cultivators, mixed sword intent is a taboo after all." Nian Nian folded her arms and said, "I guess it's because of this. She should have noticed this." Sang Zhe nodded thoughtfully.

At the same time, in Gu Yingmian's bedroom.

Gu Yingmian took off her hairpin, letting her smooth black hair fall gently on her shoulders.

She changed into the light nightgown, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked at the bronze mirror again. The woman in the bronze mirror looked even shabbier than before. She even looked a little frail, as if she were sick. Gu Yingmian felt that she had already shown some signs of evil this day. From the moment she woke up, she had been thinking about how to deal with "The Story of a Peaceful Life". Then she fought with Sang Zhe, but couldn't beat him. She came back and continued to think. She thought while eating. She thought while sleeping. She even dreamed about fighting with Sang Zhe in her dreams at night. The "Sword of a Peaceful Life" was like a nightmare, deeply shrouding her.

In my heart.

Although Gu Yingmian has tried his best and tried every possible way to fight it, even if he has used all the methods he can think of, up to now, he has

He could only hold out for a dozen moves before being defeated.

What was even more terrifying was that Yi Yingmian gradually discovered that he seemed to be about to forget what his original Lonely Sword Intention was like. During this period of time, he had been concentrating on dealing with the "Pure and Peaceful Life Sword", and he had tried his best to mix all the sword techniques in the classics into his own sword intention. He was indeed able to persist for a longer time, but it was becoming less and less like his original sword technique.

At first, Gu Yingmian thought that she had just lost some energy recently. But gradually, when she began to try to regain her former sword spirit,

She suddenly found herself at a loss when holding the Mengjun Sword. She was afraid to use it from memory, and her movements were always awkward. So, after trying it a few times, Gu Yingmian was distraught and took the sword.

Meng Junjian, standing in the yard.

Bewildered and absent-minded, he began to daze. Calling. No, that's not right. It shouldn't be. It shouldn't be like this... This messed up, unbearable sword intent. Is it really me who used it? How is it possible? It shouldn't be. I, I have worked hard to practice the sword intent for so many years. Gu Yingmian lowered her head. Even Mengjun Sword had no response to her swordsmanship. It was as if it had given up on herself. At that moment, Gu Yingmian's heart was suddenly shrouded in a huge fear. She felt inexplicably cold. Especially cold. Even hugging her arms tightly, she couldn't help shivering.

She looked at Meng Junjian deeply, her face was pale, and she bit her lips tightly. "No, it's not like that." I didn't retreat. I didn't forget our sword intentions." "Meng Junjian, don't be angry, please forgive me. "Give me another chance, I will definitely be able to..." She raised the sword again in despair. But it was still neither fish nor fowl, without any aesthetic feeling. It was even difficult to be called a sword technique. Meng Junjian was also silent all the time. It would no longer tremble affectionately to show itself like before. It would make a coquettish sword sound. Now it seemed to be watching its own wolfish figure with cold eyes. That kind of indifference and disappointment made Gu Yingmian feel the most lost and sad. In the end, she didn't remember how she got back to the palace. How she fell on the bed exhausted. How she fell asleep with a drowsy consciousness. But she was awakened by a dream again. It was not until the morning, when the morning light was dim.

Early in the morning, Sang Zhe went to Gu Yingmian as usual. "Palace Master Gu~ I am here to ask for advice again~"

However, this time, there was no echo. Sang Zhe thought that Gu Yingmian was still lying in bed, so he shouted again.

No matter how loud he shouted, there was no response. Suspicious, Sang Zhe thought Gu Yingmian had gone out, so he went over and knocked on the door.

As a result, when he knocked on the door, he found that the door of Gu Yingmian's bedroom was not closed at all. "I'm sorry, Palace Master Gu." Sang Zhe pushed the door open carefully. As soon as he entered, he saw a mess. Starting from the entrance, everything in the room was smashed to pieces. The vases and porcelain were smashed to pieces on the ground, the tables and chairs were all in pieces, and the paintings were all in pieces.

The volume of the book was torn to pieces.

There were even horrible cracks left on the walls and floors. The whole house was extremely miserable, as if it had just experienced a war. Sang Zhe walked forward cautiously through the mess, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

Oh my god. Who is so awesome that he dares to privily access the bedroom of Tiancheng Realm Tian Lao? But when he bypassed all the mess and came to Gu Yingmian's bed, he saw Gu Yingmian alone, next to the dressing table. The dressing table had been smashed, and the bronze mirror was shattered on the ground, with countless mirrors.

Countless lonely figures of Gu Yingmian were reflected on the fragments.

She hugged her knees, sat facing the wall, and her body was even trembling slightly.

shake.

"Gu, Palace Master Gu?" Sang Zhe asked tentatively. No response. Sang Zhe mustered up the courage, quietly walked over, and gently patted Gu Yingmian's shoulder.

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"Palace Master Gu? What happened?" His body trembled violently. Gu Yingmian, who was standing there, slowly turned her head. Her cold and beautiful face was now covered with mottled tears, which was sad and moving.

people.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist and a red blush of grievance, and her eyes were very touching. It was as if she had just cried, and she was still sobbing softly, which made people feel pity. "Palace Master Gu?" Sang Zhe looked hateful and stuttered, "What are you doing... your private money was stolen?"

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Gu Yingmian bit her lips lightly, and said in a pitiful voice like a little girl, swallowing her words:

"Mr. Sang

"I, I don't think I can use the sword anymore..." After saying that, she started to cry again. She didn't have the appearance and style of a Mahayana swordsman as rumored. She cried like an innocent little girl who had lost the flowers given by her lover. It was not until he saw this side of Gu Yingmian that Sang Zhe suddenly realized that this woman had excluded everything from his life. He immersed himself in a world with only swordsmanship and practiced alone for hundreds of years.

She is a peerless swordsman in the Mahayana realm with profound and powerful cultivation and a Jing Jue Guan. But at the same time, she is just an ordinary girl with nothing but swordsmanship and cultivation in her heart and eyes. Not that complicated. Sang Zhe was silent for a long time before asking, "Palace Master Gu, did you encounter any difficulties in your swordsmanship practice?"

Question? "I, I don't know." She choked with tears in her eyes and said intermittently, "I can't use it. My sword intent

And there is Meng Junjian, damn it, Meng Junjian doesn’t want me anymore... She cried very aggrievedly.

Her pitiful look of tears in the rain makes people want to hold her in their arms and comfort her.

Of course, Sang Zhe didn't have the courage to do that. But he could only sigh deeply and said sadly: "Palace Master Gu, you can't give up on yourself." "If the sword spirit is gone, you can still practice again." "If the person is gone... then everything is gone." Gu Yingmian looked up at him pitifully. After a long time, she suddenly whispered "Thank you." You're welcome. Sang Zhe smiled while sweating coldly on his back. After all. If you have to say it, he is the culprit who caused her to lose the sword spirit.

149. These two people are going on a date!

Gu Yingmian cried for a long time. Sang Zhe didn't know how to comfort people, and he didn't dare to say anything. He could only watch her cry from the side. He handed her a handkerchief or something. When Gu Yingmian's emotions gradually calmed down, Rouzhe spoke to comfort her: "Palace Master Gu, if you calm down now, I think this matter can still be saved." Gu Yingmian saw the pitiful redness and swelling in the corners of her eyes, and turned her head timidly: "... Is what Mr. Sang said true?" "Absolutely true!" Sang Zhe said seriously: "I think that the Palace Master was too impatient in these two stages, and was too eager for success, which led to the loss of the original state of mind." "People who use swords should avoid impatience, and must not be extreme or radical. "The Palace Master was too focused on the two stages with me. It is inevitable that his mood will fluctuate." Gu Yingmian was silent after hearing this, and Sang Zhe continued to exaggerate:

Therefore, the most important thing the Palace Master should do now is to relax and change his mindset.

"Since the sword is not working well right now, I'll just give up the sword and not use it for a few levels! Forget about this.

"After some experience with the sword, when my mind calms down, maybe my former sword spirit will naturally return?"

Gu Yingmian hesitated and looked down: "Is this...really useful?" "Palace Master, why don't you give it a try?" Sang Zhe continued to make fun of him: "I said before that people who use swords should not only

Paying attention to the sword will cause him to ignore many other things that he should have noticed."

"Palace Master, why don't you put down your sword, start looking at something else." "Maybe it will help?" Gu Yingmian's eyes suddenly became blank. She felt that Sang Zhe was right. It seemed that she had been too extreme in the past few levels. She was so obsessed with watching "The Sword of Peaceful Life" that she had no time to think about other things.

situation.

He didn't even guide his disciples in practicing sword skills during these few levels, and all the affairs of the Sword Flower Palace were left to Chunlan Qiuju to handle.

The life he was living was not like himself anymore. Especially what Sang Zhe said. Put down the sword. Raise your head. Look at something else. Thinking of this, Gu Yingmian raised his eyes somewhat absentmindedly. But he happened to meet Sang Zhe's innocent smile. "Palace Master Gu?"

It's okay. " Gu Yingmian lowered her eyes slightly, and after a long time she said softly: "Mr. Sang is right." "Perhaps... I should really take a break." Sang Zhe nodded with relief. Yes! That's it! Don't touch the sword during this period. Quickly use up all the sword moves that I worked out with great difficulty in the past few days. Then a few days later, I found that I could no longer beat "Qingping Fusheng Sword". I was completely broken and collapsed, and then my buddy turned into a scumbag and ran away: I turned around and put on a mask to take your sword while you were sick. Sang Zhe thought he was very smart. Practicing sword is also like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. When Gu Yingmian recovers after a while, she will definitely not be able to take on even three of his moves. Just as he was about to get up and say goodbye, feeling proud of himself, Gu Yingmian suddenly said, "I've been feeling a little bored staying in the palace these days." "Mr. Sang has nothing to do in the palace anyway." "Why don't you accompany me down the mountain?" Sang Zhe said, "...Ah?"

What do you mean? Why did you suddenly pull me down the mountain? Oh no. Didn't this woman find out that I was going to run away? Sang Zhe's heart was sweating coldly, but he could only smile stiffly and said, "Okay, okay! I am honored to be able to travel with such a charming person like Palace Master Gu!" Gu Yingmian looked at Sang Zhe's bright smile. There was an inexplicable warmth in her heart. I didn't expect... Young Master Sang was so gentle. Seeing how distraught I was, he not only didn't laugh at me or look down on me, but also patiently comforted and took care of me. He was even willing to accompany me down the mountain to relax. Perhaps. This is what Young Master Sang said. Put down the sword. Look up and look at something else, right? "Um, I wonder when the Palace Master plans to go down the mountain?" Now. " "Ah?" Sang Zhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Then, then let me go back and change my clothes first? It will be fine soon - it's okay. "Gu Yingmian smiled lightly, "I'll go with Young Master Sang." "Ah?

Don't follow me! How can I sneak away if you come with me? No, this woman must have discovered something! She is so close to me, she must have guessed that I am going to get angry. What should I do? Sang Zhe was panicking, but he could only pull up the corners of his mouth reluctantly. "Ah ha, then, thank you, Palace Master Gu." Gu Yingmian just smiled politely. Master Sang is so polite and gentle. I should also put down the airs of the sword immortal senior and be gentle and calm to him. Yeah. It's decided.

Sang Zhe went back to change his clothes and kept dawdling for a long time. Gu Yingmian didn't seem impatient at all and kept waiting quietly at the door.

mouth.

Seeing that the other party was determined to kill him and not let him escape, Sang Zhe could only sigh sadly. That's all.

Even if the other party has seen through your clues, as long as you don't expose yourself, they will have no excuse to make trouble.

I don't believe that she can't endure more tests. She is the master of the Sword Camp, can she watch me 24 hours a day without interruption?

Even when going to the toilet, I watch him.

After making up his mind, Rouzhe put on his gentle and elegant expression again and said to Gu Yingmian:

"Palace Master has been waiting for a long time." "It's okay. I don't mind." "Then, where is Palace Master going?" Gu Yingmian glared. She didn't know where to go either. Although she followed Sang Zhe's instructions and started looking up instead of just looking at the sword. But when she really raised her head. She suddenly found that there was nothing left in her world. She didn't even know how ordinary people would relax. The suddenness of the situation made Gu Yingmian a little uneasy, and she suddenly asked, "If Mr. Sang wants to relax, where would he choose to go?" Me? Sang Zhe thought about it. Internet cafe bar KTV bath center "Well, it should be shopping." Sang Zhe said seriously. Shopping?

Gu Yingmian had almost no experience of shopping. In the past, most of the daily necessities in the palace were purchased by Chunlan and Qiuju.

Those who go directly to Shange Logistics.

Simply shopping is a new experience for Gu Yingmian. "Okay." Then I'll do as you say." Gu Yingmian lowered her eyes slightly. Sang Zhe had a formal smile on his face, but he felt a little creepy in his heart. This Gu Yingmian. Why does he feel that his attitude is not right? Is he too gentle? This won't be the last time I go shopping in my life, right?

Just as Sang Zhe and Gu Yingmian were walking towards the mountain gate, two little heads cautiously popped out from the corner of the wall of Sang Zhe's residence. "Sister, what are Master Sang and the Palace Master going to do?" "Haven't you figured it out yet?" Facing Qiuju's doubts, Chunlan's face looked very serious. "These two people are going on a date!" The next two updates will still be later)

One hundred and fifty, she and cotton candy

Qiuju was the first to ask questions. "Date? What is a date?" "You're stupid." Chunlan knocked on her sister's head in frustration and explained, "A date is when a couple meet up to go somewhere to talk about love, under the moon and flowers." "Just like those talented men and beautiful women in the story books, the moon is on the willow branches and they meet after dusk: that's a date!" Qiuju suddenly realized, "Is that so." "Then, doesn't that mean that Master Sang and the Palace Master are in love!?" "It's very likely." Chunlan looked serious, squinting her eyes and staring at the direction where the two left: "I thought Sang Ce came to our Jianhua Palace with ill intentions, but I didn't expect his ambition and appetite to be even bigger than we imagined." He not only wants to take us sisters in, but also wants to let the Palace Master go?! Qiuju still had a look of hatred on her face at this moment, her cheeks were a little embarrassed and nervous, and she said blushingly: "Then, what if Master Sang and the Palace Master really love each other? "How is that possible!"

Chunlan shook her head: "It's not like you don't know the Palace Master. The Palace Master is devoted to the way of the sword, so how could she be in the mood for these love affairs."

Besides. If he and the camp owner really love each other... then how can my silly sister possibly snatch the palace master? "No." The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was impossible. Chunlan shook her head and said seriously: "Let's go, let's follow them." Qiuju said blankly: "Why are we going up?" "In case Fang Yi! Fang Yi, the bad guy, has a crush on the palace master?" Chunlan hesitated for a long time, and finally said with a forced head: "Anyway, just follow them." After that, she looked at Qiuju and chased after him. Along the way, Qiuju's face was still a little complicated. . Did my sister panic because she saw that Mr. Sang and the palace master were in love? What should I do. If my sister is really heartbroken, how should I comfort her?

The place for shopping was chosen to be a small town at the foot of Yaochi Tianshan Mountain.

There was nothing special or new about this small town, it was just an ordinary town, not much different from the one in front of Sang Zhe's house.

It was just after noon, the sunlight was not very strong, and the wind from Yao Chi Pass Mountain blew through the narrow streets.

Sang Zhe walked side by side with Guan Yingmian. Yingmian was still wearing the flower-embroidered Su Shui skirt.

Her face was always covered with a veil, but one could still see her well-proportioned and soft figure, as well as her delicate and beautiful lips that were faintly visible as the veil swayed.

Her hair fell gently on her shoulders without being tied up, looking very casual.

meaning.

Even though she could hide her aura, Gu Loumian's temperament and beautiful figure were enough to attract almost everyone's attention.

Walking with Sang Zhe in white, they looked like a pair of gods and goddesses. Shopping...what do people usually do? "Gu Yingmian suddenly asked. "It's called shopping because you don't have anything to do." Sang Zhe thought for a moment and said, "The city is full of people."

There are often some new and interesting things or appetizing snacks at the market.

The so-called shopping is to escape from the boring daily routine and seek encounters with new things. "

“If you come across something that interests you or eat a delicious snack, you’ll be in a good mood.”

Yiloumian nodded, not quite understanding.

The shops on the street were not very busy, and they were all small vendors. Sang Zhe only took a quick look and was no longer interested. Gu Yingmian probably wouldn't be interested in such mundane things either. But unexpectedly, after a while, Gu Yingmian suddenly tugged at Sang Zhe's sleeve.

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"Master Sang, what is that?" Sang Zhe looked at the old man making cotton candy on the roadside and said with a smile, "Cotton candy.

Palace Master Gu, have you never eaten it before?"

Gu Yingmian glanced. She had never been interested in eating. Since she started practicing, she could skip meals without starving, so she used her meal time to practice swordplay. After that, every time she ate, she did it just to make herself look less out of place.

So she hasn't even tried many dishes, let alone snacks like marshmallows.

The.

When Sang Zhe saw the look in Gu Yingmian's eyes, he immediately recalled the past and ran to Tian Ye to get two strings of marshmallows.

"Come, Palace Master Gu, have a taste." Gu Yingmian took the marshmallow and looked at the soft and thin cotton candy.

A flash of confusion flashed across my mind. How should I eat this?

She turned her head to look at Rouzhe. Sangzhe had already taken a big bite happily. He was snorting as he ate.