NIP Chapter 24 Don't bother me
Chapter 24 Don't bother me
The ear-piercing sound of swords rang around Rong Huo's ears. Rong Huo covered his ears and staggered towards the door of the pavilion, but the door closed automatically with a bang.
He slammed on the door vigorously, but the pavilion door remained motionless, then slammed on the door vigorously, and shouted anxiously: "Master?"
The sound of sword cries became louder and louder, overshadowing the knock on the door. Rong Huo leaned his back against the cold pavilion door, and watched these swords that suddenly exploded. Various hanging swords kept shaking, as if falling It was about to break free in an instant, and stand up and stab him.
The coldness surged in Rong Huo's eyes, a pair of sharp ears gradually protruded from the ink-like hair, and the pointed ears trembled slightly, Rong Huo lowered his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and condensed a wave of spiritual power.
It shot forward in the blink of an eye, and a barrier of water ripples appeared in front of it out of thin air. The spiritual power quickly penetrated the barrier, and the barrier instantly shattered and fell down.
The ear-piercing sound suddenly stopped, and the wobbling swords also stopped, and the room was dead silent, as if nothing had happened.
【Host, are you okay? ] System output channel.
[It's nothing, it's just an auditory hallucination, it can't hurt anyone. 】 Rong Huo shook his ears, and slowly retracted his pointed ears.
Then he walked forward slowly, and when he reached the middle, a golden light lit up, Rong Huo's whole body was wrapped in golden light, and then his body suddenly lost weight and was slowly lifted up.
He carefully looked at these neatly arranged swords, and there were many good swords among them, which were of excellent quality.
According to the number of layers, the first to third layers are low-level swords, the fourth to sixth layers are middle-level swords, and the seventh to ninth layers are high-level swords.
That being the case, what kind of sword would be hidden on the tenth floor? Rong Huo raised his eyebrows, and went straight to the tenth floor without stopping at the first to ninth floors.
What came into view was a sword that looked quite familiar, with a faint cold light and a sharp blade.Rong Huo looked closely at the water pattern on the hilt of the sword, and suddenly remembered why it looked familiar.
This sword is very similar to Xue Huai's Frost Meteor Sword, except that the Frost Meteor Sword has a wider blade, while the one in front of me is obviously thinner and lighter.
[This is the Xueluo sword, which is actually a pair with Xue Huai's Shuangyu sword. Unfortunately, the Xueluo sword has not recognized its owner since it was forged, so it is stored in the Jiange of Tianyanzong. 】The system said.
【Xueluo Sword and Shuangyu Sword are a pair of famous swords in the world. After so many years, only Xue Huai has obtained the Shuangyu Sword. As for Xueluo Sword, it is almost impossible to get him. 】
[There is only one chance to choose, the host should not give up those swords in front. 】
Changyan blinked, and Rong Huo casually raised his hand towards Xueluo's sword. Before he could touch the hilt, a beam of sword light suddenly lit up and charged straight at him.
[Host, be careful! 】
As soon as the words fell, the sword light disappeared, and the Xueluo sword was lying in Rong Huo's hand, the hilt gently rubbing against his palm.
Rong Huo was stunned, watching the hilt of the sword rub against him like some clingy animal, then rose into the air, approached his neck, and rubbed against him with the slightly cool hilt.
Confused: "..."
Is this a famous sword in the world?
Why does it feel like this sword is like some kind of apprentice, it keeps rubbing against his neck, messing up his clothes.He raised his hand to hold the Xueluo sword, blocking the movement of Xueluo sword and wanting to go deeper.
Once being grasped by Rong Huo, the Xueluo sword settled down, letting Rong Huo hold it, showing no sign of resistance, Rong Huo felt amused, and knocked on the sword.
The Xueluo sword immediately flew up, happily circled in the air, and then fell back into Rong Huo's hand again.
【This Xueluo sword seems to recognize you as the master. ] The system said in surprise.
【It stands to reason that it shouldn't be like this. You, the host, are still in the Qi refining stage, so Xue Luojian would definitely not choose someone with such a cultivation level. ] The system paused and said.
Rong Huo glanced at Xue Luojian, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he sneered: [I'm afraid it has something to do with someone. 】
After speaking, he landed slowly under the golden light, and the door of the pavilion automatically opened to both sides in an instant, revealing a passage. A young man in white stood outside the door, still maintaining the posture when he came, standing quietly on the spot.
The crimson brocade clothes fluttered, Rong Huo walked out of the Jiange with the sword in his hand, and then the door of the pavilion closed behind him lightly, Rong Huo raised the sword in his hand and showed it to the young man in white.
"Master, look quickly, I got the Xueluo Sword."
Xue Huai glanced at Xue Luojian with a strange expression, then looked away lightly, and nodded.
"Master, won't you ask me how I got it?" Rong Huo couldn't restrain his excitement when he saw Xueluojian approaching the Frostfall Sword on Xue Huai's body just now, the sword body was shaking unsteadily, trying to break free from him With his hand, he rushed straight to the Frost Meteor Sword.
The same is true for the Frost Meteor Sword, which jumped up suddenly just now, but was quickly suppressed by Xue Huai's eyes, struggling in the scabbard unwillingly.
Xue Huai was slightly taken aback, but did not make a sound.Seeing this, Rong Huo chuckled slightly, leaned closer to Xue Huai's ear, and said in a low voice: "I guess, it may be because I have too much contact with Master on weekdays, and Xue Luojian smelled the aura of Frost Meteor Sword on my body." .”
As soon as the words fell, before Xue Huai could react, he took a big step back and said to Xue Huai: "Since I have my own sword, I will practice hard from now on."
Rong Huo raised his eyes to stare at Xue Huai's dark eyes, and said with a light smile, "From now on, Master will hold my hand and fly with the sword."
After finishing speaking, he walked straight past Xue Huai, Xue Huai was still standing there expressionlessly, his expression difficult to discern.
Before he could walk a certain distance, he heard a loud explosion suddenly coming from behind him.Rongzhu's eyes were bent, but he didn't turn his head to look, and kept walking forward.
[The host...Xue Huai opened the gate of the Jiange...] The system said with a look of astonishment.
[Don't worry about him. 】Rong Huo played with the Xueluo sword in his hand with great interest, and said casually.
【......】The system's eyes wandered between Rong Huo and Xue Huai worryingly, seeing Xue Huai's face, feeling terrified in his heart.
Rong Huo was quite satisfied with Xueluojian. Yujian carried him safely and steadily while flying. The speed was neither slow nor urgent, and there would be no sudden loss of control like the previous Frostfall Sword.
Back at Meteor Peak, Rong Huo paused as he was about to step into his own room, then turned to Xue Huai's room, and gently pushed open the room, as expected, Xue Huai hadn't come back yet.
He walked slowly to Xue Huai's desk, picked up the half-closed book on the desk, and glanced at the cover, which said the way of the sword.
Slowly opening the book, suddenly a piece of paper fell from the gap in the book, Rong Zhuo paused with his fingertips, picked up the paper and took a closer look, there was a picture of a young man standing on the bridge with a lantern in his hand.
The painter's handwriting seems to be very delicate, and the shallow pear dimples on the boy's face with a smile are also meticulously depicted, and the little fox lantern in his hand is vivid, just like the lantern hanging beside his bed .
There is no wrinkle on this piece of paper, and it was carefully sandwiched in the book.Rong Huo turned around the painting in his hand, put it back to its original place without interest, leaned on the chair and waited for Xue Huai.
After waiting for a long time but no one came back, Rong Huo lazily closed his eyes half-closed, looked up at the roof sleepily, drowsy.At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps walking towards him.
He opened his eyes in bewilderment, rubbed them, and then looked up at the young man in white standing in front of him.
"Master, you are back."
After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to support the desk, and slowly stood up. His body was a little weak after sitting for a long time, and Rongzhu's figure shook slightly, and he fell forward slightly.
Xue Huai's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand towards his waist. Before touching his waist, Rong Huo had already stood firm and stepped back without a trace.
The outstretched hand froze in mid-air, Xue Huai was startled, black mist seemed to surge in his eyes, then slowly withdrew his hand, hanging by his side and clenched into a fist, his eyes were scarlet and he looked at Rong Huo steadily.
Rong Huo lowered his eyes and straightened his clothes, ignored Xue Huai's eyes, and said lightly: "Since the master is back, then the master will teach me how to practice with a sword."
After speaking, he picked up the Xueluo sword, turned around and left the house, walked to the yard, leaned against the tree with the sword in his hand, and waited for Xue Huai to come out.
[Host, is there really nothing wrong?I think something is really wrong with Xue Huai...] The system was secretly startled. When I was in the room just now, I always felt that Xue Huai would lose control in a second.
【Really, why don't you just give him a hug... Maybe it will be fine. 】The system sincerely suggested.
Rong Huo picked off a leaf casually, held it in his palm to play with, remained silent, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if he wasn't worried about it.
The system suddenly felt a sting in its heart, sighed lightly, and stopped making a sound.
Not long after, Rong Huo felt a shadow in front of him, looked up at Xue Huai who was standing in front of him, and smiled at Xue Huai: "Let's start."
Xue Huai retreated to the side, looked at Rong Huo with heavy eyes, and said, "The swordsmanship of Tianyan Sect is changeable, and the main ones are brisk and steady. When practicing, you must concentrate on the whole process, and understand the meaning of the sword first."
Xue Huai's long sword was out of its sheath, his movements were clean and neat, the sword shuttled like a dragon, his clothes were flying, his long black hair moved without wind, and he demonstrated a set of sword skills to Rong Huo while talking.
Rong Huo followed Xue Huai's movements, and the Shuangyu Sword and Xueluo Sword swam through the air like a broken bamboo. The momentum was astonishing, and Rong Huo gradually felt a bit of joy from it.
He waved the Xueluo sword with great interest, and the wind of the sword rolled up the dead leaves on the ground. His figure constantly changed and he drew out the sword, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and raised the sword.
The red clothes are rolled up, like the scorching sun, and the whole body exudes a youthful and vigorous demeanor, which makes it difficult to look away.
Xue Huai's eyes flickered, and he stared at the young man without blinking, and he came back to his senses only after the young man stopped his sword.
Closing his eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "There was a wrong movement just now."
"?" Rong Huo withdrew the Xueluo sword, gasped slightly, and looked at Xue Huai in a daze, "Where?"
Xue Huai approached Rong Huo slowly, raised his hand towards Rong Huo's wrist, Rong Huo instantly turned his hand to avoid Xue Huai: "Master, just show me that movement."
"Demonstration is not easy to comprehend, you use the sword, and I will correct your movements."
Rong Huo lowered his eyes slightly, raised his hand and drew out his sword, a warm breath came from behind, he glanced sideways, Xue Huai was standing behind him, holding his hand in his palm.
"The arm is not straight enough, and the strength of the sword is a little loose when it is thrust out..." Xue Huaiwei leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Rong Huo turned his face sideways, raised his head slightly, and looked at Xue Huai.For a moment, the faces of the two were very close, and Xue Huai's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the young man's lips that were close at hand, and slowly lowered his head.
The author has something to say: Little Theater:
One day many years later, when Rong Huo thought of this incident, he would keep his distance from Xue Huai again.
Xue Huai (holding Rong Huo's calf): I was wrong
Rong Huo (kicking Xue Huai's chest): Get lost.
感谢在2022-04-0923：59：15～2022-04-1020：46：13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 cream puff;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!