Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day - Chapter 22

After sending Mingzheng away, Mu Chuihan still smiled and cleaned up the dishes, temporarily ending his harassment of Ye Tingjiang.

However, the moment he stepped out of the door, he was stopped again.

Ye Tingjiang seemed to hesitate for a long time before asking this sentence: “Senior sister said, did you lose your clothes?”

Mu Chuihan was a little surprised, turned around and said, “There is a little misunderstanding with the brothers.”

Ye Tingjiang thought of what Fuyan said, everyone outside the door thought he was shabby, and couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable.

It has been a long time since the immortal world looked down on the human world, and Fuyan’s situation in the outer door was not too good.

Ye Tingjiang finally made up his mind and asked, “If necessary, I can ask the elders of the outer sect to take care of you.”

Mu Chuihan was flattered, and immediately refused sensible: “No need, Xianjun, now the misunderstanding has been resolved, and the elders are also very good to me.”

In fact, he had already used the name of Ting Yun-Jun as fox fake tiger prestige.

Ye Tingjiang nodded slightly and said, “If you have any grievances, you can also tell me.”

For him, this is also a very heavy commitment.

Mu Chuihan knew what to do at this time to be more pitiful, so his eyelashes drooped, showing a bit of forbearance: “Actually, the fact that Xianjun is willing to teach me is the greatest blessing of Fuyan.”

As the day passed, Ye Tingjiang seemed to be emotional about what happened to the young man, and took the initiative to instruct his swordsmanship.

Before Mu Chuihan was led by Ye Tingjiang to dance the introductory swordsmanship in person. In order to show the effectiveness of personal teaching, he consciously reduced many mistakes and omissions, and his moves became much smoother.

In Ye Tingjiang’s eyes, it was a great improvement.

Although Ye Tingjiang didn’t think that holding hands in that way was much better than other teaching methods, it was undeniable that Fuyan was very suitable for this teaching method.

It’s not that he didn’t suspect that the teenager was pretending to be clumsy, but he quickly dismissed this ridiculous idea. To know that it is difficult to pretend to be a master of swordsmanship, but it is not easy to pretend to be a master of swordsmanship.

At least in the eyes of an almighty like Ye Tingjiang, a cultivator’s true swordsmanship level can’t be hidden and can be seen at a glance.

If he couldn’t see any flaws, at least it would be the sword cultivator who also asked about his state of mind. But how could such a person be free to act in front of him?

Ye Tingjiang thought about it and had to admit that Fuyan did make rapid progress after that teaching.

But even after he figured this out, Ye Tingjiang rarely used it himself. The scene of the young man gently hugging him that day was still in front of him, Ye Tingjiang clearly knew that it was just an accident, but sometimes when he closed his eyes, that scene would reappear.

“Xianjun, Xianjun?”

When the voice of Fuyan came from his ear, Ye Tingjiang realized that he was lost in thought again. He responded, his face unhappy: “What’s wrong?”

“I’m almost done with my practice, Xianjun, can you take a look again?” Mu Chuihan lowered his voice and showed some anticipation.

“Okay.” Ye Tingjiang took a few steps back.

Mu Chuihan raised his sword, and his moves were natural and smooth. Different from Ye Tingjiang’s strength and momentum when he swings his sword, the same set of swordsmanship looks much more beautiful in his hands, and it should be called a dance rather than a sword.

At this time, it was already night, the moonlight sprinkled on the boy’s sword, and the figure danced under the moon, becoming more elegant and moving. His last move waved towards Ye Tingjiang with a slight smile on his face.

Ye Tingjiang has seen countless cultivators dancing swords, and he knows the level that the young man made a few days ago.

But he felt that there was a sword intent on the boy’s body, and if Jianghai condensed light, he would be famous in all directions.

“Xianjun, is this right?” Mu Chuihan was a little nervous.

“Very good.” Ye Tingjiang’s evaluation was brief. But he did change his opinion, Fuyan is a good thing in kendo.

“Really!” Mu Chuihan said excitedly, “Xianjun didn’t lie to me?”

Ye Tingjiang said: “Naturally. Let’s practice new swordsmanship from tomorrow.”

Mu Chuihan was stunned for a moment before he understood what Ye Tingjiang meant and asked, “You mean to teach me new swordsmanship?”

Seeing his excited look, Ye Tingjiang also smiled: “I’m not good at teaching people, I’m just trying.”

“Mmmm!” Mu Chuihan nodded heavily, “I promise to study hard!”

The next day, Ye Tingjiang really found a new set of swordsmanship to teach him.

This swordsmanship has only eight short styles, and it is different from Ye Tingjiang’s usual style. The sword is extremely fast, and the sword is indistinct, focusing on speed rather than strength.

Mu Chuihan immediately saw that this was not the type that Ting Yun-Jun was good at, and he understood that Ye Tingjiang specially found it for him.

Everywhere to make up for the shortcomings of his lack of physical strength, it is a lot of thought at first glance.

Although it was all pretense before, Mu Chuihan’s heart moved at this moment is not fake, so that he began to reflect on whether he had gone too far before.

Although this idea only existed for a moment. Men, the more moved you are, the more you want to keep chasing!

This time, there is no need for Mu Chuihan to set up the situation step by step, Ye Tingjiang took the initiative: “I will take you to come first.”

As he said that, under the unpredictable eyes of the young man, he held Mu Chuihan’s hand.

Mu Chuihan was taken aback, this happiness must have come too suddenly.

This time, he didn’t act as a demon again, and of course Ye Tingjiang didn’t give him a chance to be a demon again. This sword technique didn’t have any jumping movements, and the teaching went smoothly.

Ye Tingjiang disassembled each style and explained it to him in detail. Mu Chuihan watched and listened carefully, nodding from time to time, but in fact, he kept recalling every scene just now in his mind.

When Ye Tingjiang finished speaking, he asked, “Do you remember?”

Mu Chuihan nodded obediently again.

Ye Tingjiang warmly said: “Then repeat it, let me see how much you remember.”

Mu Chuihan: “Uh…”

To be honest, he didn’t hear a word.

But noticing that Ye Tingjiang didn’t mix any impurities, and even had some innocent eyes, Mu Chuihan couldn’t bear to tell the truth. Fortunately, he had memorized every action that Ye Tingjiang took him to practice the sword just now, and now he can directly copy the sword technique.

Of course, he still couldn’t give Ye Tingjiang such a big surprise right now.

Mu Chuihan then speculated about what Ye Tingjiang should say, and he said random things according to his understanding.

Ye Tingjiang really fell into a long pause.

Mu Chuihan thought badly. I was afraid that he guessed wrong this time. What he said was not the same as Ye Tingjiang’s guidance, or even completely different… Could he be exposed?

He took a deep breath, and was about to say what he had to remedy before he heard Ye Tingjiang say slowly, “You remember, it’s more than I expected.”

These key points of swordsmanship are not difficult to say, but for beginners, it is very difficult to remember seven or eight out of ten at once.

As soon as Mu Chuihan’s heart fell, he secretly sighed in relief. In order to make men happy just now, he really didn’t think about it so much, and all of a sudden he made it up beyond the average level.

But this is nothing compared to exposure. Mu Chuihan said softly: “Xianjun taught me very carefully, and I don’t want to disappoint you. I just memorized it by rote, and I didn’t know much.”

Ye Tingjiang believed it to be true, and also said, “The more you practice, the more understanding, this sword technique is suitable for you, and I believe you can understand it.”

Under Ye Tingjiang’s affirmation and high expectations, Mu Chuhuihan also got up early every day, from unfamiliar to slightly knowledgeable to skilled, carefully designed step by step, careful performance, and seamless, which did not make Ye Tingjiang suspicious.

According to his performance when he practiced the basic swordsmanship, Mu Chuihan maintained a slightly faster speed than before by synthesizing the difficulty and complexity of the new swordsmanship. By the end of the month, he would have mastered this set of swordsmanship.

The next day, he excitedly asked Ye Tingjiang: “Xianjun, what new swordsmanship will you teach me next?”

Ye Tingjiang smiled when he heard the words: “The month of January has come, you should go back to the outer door.”

Mu Chuihan only felt a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and even the bright sunlight became dark. He actually forgot that he was in Yingxuefeng now because of the mission of the outer door. And the deadline for the task is one month!

Because he has been thinking about performing swordsmanship recently, he already has the illusion that he can live in Yingxuefeng for a long time.

Mu Chuihan bowed his head: “Xianjun, but…you don’t have anyone here to serve. I would like to accompany you for a while, okay?”

Ye Tingjiang said: “I’m used to being single, so you don’t have to worry.”

Mu Chuihan struggled: “But Xiaoyou, he still likes little bandits so much…”

Ye Tingjiang said in a low voice: “Although it is a sword spirit, it can’t always be idle. One month is enough. There will be a new round of disciple trials soon, you have to rush back to participate.”

He was covered in oily smoke, which made Mu Chuihan speechless for a while, so he could only ask in a whisper: “The trial is too difficult, I still want to practice in Xianjun for a while, okay?”

Ye Tingjiang said: “Although you have a short entry, it is not impossible for you to be in the swordsmanship. The trial is to test the potential of the disciple, why panic and retreat without fighting?”

Mu Chuihan had to rely on him to refuse, and Ye Tingjiang said again: “Don’t worry, I will give you enough spiritual stones. You can also concentrate on your cultivation in the outer door. You can stay for one more day today and come back tomorrow.”

Ye Tingjiang’s expulsion order was clear, and Mu Chuihan was disappointed.

I thought it would change a lot in one month, but who knew that Jun Tingyun would still be as merciless as when he first met him.

Now that he has no intention of practicing swordsmanship, he is lying on the bed in the room hugging Feifei and weeping.

Because Xiaoyou was called away by Ye Tingjiang, Feifei, who is now without a playmate, is also sad. The two people from the end of the world huddled together and cried.

Mu Chuihan urged: “Just think about it, what else can you do to stay?”

Feifei said angrily: “What do I think, it’s not that you are useless! You can’t even seduce a monk.”

Mu Chuihan retorted: “Didn’t you fail to fascinate other people’s sword spirits? Just talking about me is nothing.”

Fei Fei hummed twice: “I don’t want to go back to the outer door, it’s crowded there, and I have to share a room with stupid Lin Xu.”

Mu Chuihan tugged at its ears: “Don’t talk nonsense about others, who is not necessarily stupid…”

One person and one cat didn’t think of a solution in the middle of the night. Mu Chuihan resignedly packed his luggage and prepared to pack up and leave early tomorrow morning.

After he passed the trial and entered the inner door, it would not be too late to find Ting Yun-Jun again.

After he figured this out, he finally didn’t plan to endure it any longer. He tugged at the pillow and was about to fall asleep when suddenly the ears of Feifei’s two cats moved.

Mu Chuihan also heard a humming sound in the next room.

He was not unfamiliar with this sound, it was the sound of the sword… the rapid vibration, and even the sound that the spirit sword made when it sensed that its master was in danger.

Mu Chuihan immediately jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room with Piao Piao.

Xiaoyou’s door was wide open, but there was no sword shadow inside.

Mu Chuihan rushed to Ye Tingjiang’s room and directly broke into the inner room.

Ye Tingjiang was lying on the bed, his face slightly red and his brows furrowed.

Xiaoyou’s eyes were red, and when he looked back, he saw that he had relaxed his vigilance. He rushed to the doctor and said, “Fuyan, Master, he seems to have a nightmare…”