Chapter 23 Song Fanjing: "I'm not as flawless as you think."

View the Sword Forest.

In front of the sword monument filled with 'Yunluan Sword Qi'.

The young man was sitting on the ground, shirtless, with his skin torn and flesh exposed, but he still clenched his teeth and let the blood and cold sweat drip down.

Three feet away.

Outsiders often point fingers at us.

He has never taken the second step of cultivation. He has not achieved the 'great innateness' and forged a flawless body. He has not even put on the 'water and fire fairy clothes' of the third realm of Wuguan, and his skin is just that of a mortal flesh.

Although, the sword net formed by the Yunluan sword energy will vary from person to person depending on the strength of the person being punished.

The pain of the sword piercing the heart suffered by the 'Great Innate' will not be inflicted on a warrior who has just gained mercury blood and silver marrow.

But he only forged his bones, flesh, and skin, and had not yet trained himself into the "golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt" like water and fire fairy clothes. If he wanted to resist the sword energy,
It's impossible not to get hurt.

Song Fanjing stood side by side with him.

There was a look in those eyes that seemed to want to say something but hesitated. He opened his mouth but stopped, and his eyes revealed an undisguised sadness.

She is not good with words.

Don't know what to say.

After thinking it over carefully, he just used secret language to convey his thoughts to the young man:

"Song Chaixin."

"Do you think I'm helping you simply for your own good?"

"Have you ever thought that maybe I'm not as flawless as you think?"

"You thought too highly of me."

suddenly.

While enduring the torture of swords and knives, he even had the leisure to brag to the woman beside him about how powerful he was recently. With a pair of iron fists, he knocked the young man from Yunluan Mountain to the ground. The young man was stunned for a moment.

It was as if some sound penetrated into his ears, but the woman next to him was still sitting upright, accepting the punishment of sword energy, and she did not say a word.

"When you have cultivated to the level of 'Great Innate', if you want to tell some secrets that are unknown to others, you can also do as I do, using secret language to transmit messages." Song Fanjing blinked again.

"So what you mean, Senior Sister, is that you think I am already your confidant and can share these unknown secrets with you?" Song Chai Xin smiled.

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Are you sure you dare to listen to my secrets?"

"The young palace master of the authentic Yunluan Mountain, a great master who will definitely strive to become the leader of the sword art in the northwest Aquarius State within the next fifty years. Her secret is bigger than the sky."

"If you, a little half-demon, hear this, maybe not only the people of Yunluan Mountain will be targeting you, but the whole world will be targeting you."

Song Fanjing was half joking, half serious, and lifted her eyelashes smartly.

It is clear that the two were being punished.
But as Song Chai Xin, he felt that since he had known the woman in front of him for several months, he had never seen Song Fanjing live so vividly and lively.

Thinking of this, he lost his mind and was suddenly cut into his bone marrow by a sword. He hissed in pain and shrank his neck:
"Then don't say it."

"With my lowly cultivation, I could barely withstand the sword energy punishment, and because of you, I provoked the hatred of a 'Great Innate'."

"What if your secret is so big that it crushes me?"

"By then, the last person willing to stand by you and support you may be gone."

Song Fanjing was stunned.

Then he looked around.

As expected, in the huge Yunluan Mountain, no one came to speak to her or stand by her for three whole months.

It seemed like this was her life.

Others have always been more in awe of her than in liking her.

She laughed at herself a little, but at the same time, she suddenly noticed Song Chaixin, who was trying his best to resist the sword energy and was concentrating on his task.

It seemed like he remembered something.

For some reason, the woman suddenly smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she smiled proudly.

Then, the voice was decisive:

"If you can't even withstand the sword's punishment, how can you work for me?"

"Didn't you say that once you walked out of Xuanqing Lake, your life would be mine?"

"You dare not even listen to a secret. If one day I fall into the mortal world and lose the title of Young Palace Master Yunluan, and become the target of criticism and scorn by thousands of people, will you also turn hostile and run away?"

Song Chaixin tilted his head in astonishment. He didn't expect that this woman could have such an unreasonable side.

In the blink of an eye,

Song Chaixin saw Song Fanjing staring at him with a very childish smile on his face.

It was as if at this moment, she was not a natural swordsman, but a lively and cheerful girl next door who was a little younger than him.

"I didn't say that. Although I don't read poetry, you can't take it out of context."

"What's the secret? Tell me about it."

"I have only one life left, so I'll die anyway. At worst, I'll die before you."

After rolling his eyes, Song Chaixin suddenly felt that the temperament of the person in front of him was far from as cold as she appeared to be.

Perhaps, if she was not the young palace master of Yunluan Mountain.

There should be a lot of words.

As he was thinking to himself,
The woman stretched her waist, revealing her graceful curves on her clear, spotless white dress with phoenix patterns.

Seeing the peaks gathering together, the young man lost his mind and immediately attracted the woman's attention.

Following his gaze, I lowered my head slightly.

Song Fanjing's face suddenly turned red, like a rosy peach blossom suddenly blooming in the spring breeze.

After a "cough", his hand unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

But she just rested on it, turned around and stood up, her face regained that fairy-like look:

"As expected of a dragon's offspring, you little pervert. With your appearance like this, I wonder how many women will bow down to you in the future."

what?
Isn't this used to describe women?

While Song Chaixin was still in a daze, the woman secretly handed him a sword talisman:
"I have been comprehending the Yunluan Sword Qi for more than ten years. This 'Yunluan Sword Talisman' is a personal item of mine and is considered a treasure of a famous family. It can help you resist the 'Sword Qi Punishment'."

"Just bear with it for the next month. I will find a way to end your punishment early."

"in addition."

The woman's eyebrows were as winding as spring mountains. Even though she had something on her mind at the moment, her pair of clear eyes were still smiling like a flower.

“Don’t make promises to people lightly.”

"remember,"

"I can live well, so what if a few people die?"

"Do you think that I have been slaying demons and monsters for more than ten years, and that I am a genuine fairy who has compassion for the people of the world and eliminates demons and defends the way of justice?"

"You think too much."

"I just want to live a good life."

“If you don’t stand in a position that everyone is paying attention to, it will be easy for others to take advantage of you.”

"Remember, sometimes fame, status, and position."

“It’s still somewhat useful.”

"At the very least, it will make people weigh the pros and cons, or be cautious before making a move."

She stretched out her slender jade fingers and stroked the boy's brow, as innocently as a sister taking care of her brother.

Then he stood up and put away the smile that had appeared on his face after the ice and snow had melted.

Once again, he returned to his original expression and put on the same 'mask' he once wore.

The March 'Sword Punishment' has come to an end.

Maybe Song Chaixin didn't understand.

But she had already told him the biggest secret of her life even though he couldn't understand it.

With his back to Song Chaixin.

The woman pulled out a pale gold page as thin as a cicada's wing.

Seeing the rolling text flowing above, and then condensing into a scene three months ago, the picture of the young man gazing at the Yunluan Mountains and looking into the wild, Song Fanjing pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

It turned out that even this page of the heavenly book knew what she wanted most.

To have someone with whom I can share everything without any scruples.
Sometimes, it is so important.

(End of this chapter)