Starting from iron smelting

Chapter 32 Flying with a Sword

Lu Xiuyuan felt the same way after hearing this. Senior Sister Qingying must have been a pampered junior sister in the past. All her senior brothers and sisters died overnight. He was the one who looked so cold. If it were me, I would not be happy either.

Lu Xiuyuan sighed, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He said softly: "My brothers and sisters are all great. I can't let my master and the Juling Sect lose face because of me."

Qingying nodded gently. She could feel the sadness and determination in Lu Xiuyuan's heart. "If you have the ambition, let's work together." She encouraged Lu Xiuyuan and expressed her respect for those who struggled in difficult situations.

Then, Qingying turned to Lu Xiuyuan and said, "Let's not go to the woodshed first. Let's take you to Xuanji Hall and register for your employment."

Lu Xiuyuan agreed, and then asked, "What is Xuanji Hall?"

Qingying said coldly: "There are two kinds of people in the world that are the most annoying. One is the talkative man, and the other is the talkative woman."

After hearing this, Lu Xiuyuan could only shut his mouth in embarrassment. It seemed that his senior sister's coldness was indeed indiscriminate.

Qingying stopped and stood in front of the solitary peak within the sect.

She flicked her fingers, a breeze blew, and suddenly a shining sword condensed. The sword was like a cold star, emitting a heart-pounding sharp aura. The sword was about three feet long, and the hilt was made of elegant green jade, delicate and smooth, as if it was a fairy weapon descended from the sky.

A red tassel hung at the end of the sword, fluttering in the breeze, dancing like a touch of red clouds embellishing the clear sword. The entire sword body was faintly glowing with a light purple light, like stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious and noble aura.

When Lu Xiuyuan saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh: "What a peerless sword!" His eyes were attracted by the sword and he felt the extraordinary power contained in it.

When Qingying heard Lu Xiuyuan's praise, the faint smile on her face was like a spring breeze, and a serene and warm atmosphere filled her surroundings. At that moment, she seemed to no longer be the cold and indifferent senior sister, but an ordinary girl, with a deep love for the Zixiao Sword in her heart.

"This is my life-saving magic weapon, the Purple Sky Sword." Qingying said, her eyes flashing with deep affection for the sword. Her tone was calm and confident, revealing her pride in the Purple Sky Sword. "It is extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud. The chill emanating from the sword body matches the technique I practice, making it even sharper."

Qingying's fingers moved lightly, and the sword trembled slightly, as if there was a potential power surging inside. This Zixiao sword is not only beautiful in appearance, but also contains the profound cultivation and understanding of martial arts of the senior sister.

The moment he formed the sword gesture with his right hand, the sword froze in the air, making a clear and pleasant sound. The Purple Sky Sword seemed to have a spirit, floating in front of Qingying, like a loyal companion, waiting for the master's instructions.

Qingying leaped and landed lightly on the Zixiao Sword. She stood firmly on the tip of the sword, her long flowing hair fluttering in the breeze, creating a picture of a fairy descending to the earth. She stared at Lu Xiuyuan coldly, signaling him to hurry up and not waste time.

Lu Xiuyuan was shocked when he saw the smooth and sharp skills displayed by Senior Sister Qingying. This incredible power made him feel the vastness of the path of cultivation, as if a door to an unknown world was slowly opening. He thought to himself that cultivation could reach such a level, which was a world of difference compared to ordinary people.

Lu Xiuyuan was shocked by Qingying's flying sword. This was not only a profound attainment in swordsmanship, but also a high state. He admired Qingying from the bottom of his heart, as if he had seen a myth in the legend of cultivation. With an infinite yearning in his heart, he realized that he had just embarked on the journey of cultivation, and everything was full of infinite possibilities.

Lu Xiuyuan's eyes gradually filled with envy. He had not thought that the path of cultivation could be so magical, and it made people full of expectations for the future. Qingying's strength and skills made him awed, and at the same time, it also made him full of confidence in his future path of cultivation.

However, just when Lu Xiuyuan was immersed in the beautiful scene, Qingying's voice suddenly sounded coldly, with a hint of impatience in her tone: "Why are you in a daze? If you don't come up, I will leave by myself. Find a way to go by yourself."

When Lu Xiuyuan heard this, he said awkwardly, "Wait for me, I'll go up right away." He took action in a hurry, grabbing the hilt with one hand, grabbing the sword guard with the other hand, supporting the ground with one leg, and pushing up with the other leg. Suddenly, the flying sword was swaying and shaky.

Senior Sister Qingying swayed left and right on the flying sword, dancing to keep her balance. She said angrily, "Are you crazy? What are you going to do?"

Lu Xiuyuan responded helplessly: "Senior sister, please help me, I can't get up, it's too difficult to get up."

Qingying was speechless and said with a frown on her face: "What did the master like about you that made him accept you as his disciple?" She felt a little amused at Lu Xiuyuan's clumsiness, and at the same time, she was even more puzzled by the master's acceptance of him as his disciple. She steadied herself on the sword, trying her best not to let Lu Xiuyuan's movements affect the balance of the entire flying sword.

Qingying looked at his clumsy appearance, and although she was somewhat dissatisfied, she could not hide the smile on her face. She really did not understand why the master would choose such a seemingly ordinary, yet somewhat cute disciple.

Qingying decided to help Lu Xiuyuan. She knew that if she didn't help, it might be difficult for both of them to get on the flying sword. Qingying gathered the spiritual power in her body, pinched the sword formula with her right hand, and gently waved her left hand in the direction of Lu Xiuyuan. A faint spiritual power was released from her hand, like a breeze, and merged into Lu Xiuyuan's body.

Lu Xiuyuan suddenly felt his body lighten, as if he was gently wrapped by an invisible force, and in a flash, he boarded the flying sword. He felt as if his body had merged into a part of the sword, and the sword's flight seemed to be connected with his mind. This surprised him greatly, he did not expect Qingying's magic to be so magical that it could help him board the flying sword in such a light way.

Qingying retracted the sword in her hand, and the red tassel on the sword danced in the breeze. She smiled faintly, floated up, and controlled the flying sword to fly steadily. Lu Xiu looked at Qingying's mysterious back from afar, and his admiration for her deepened.

Qingying said to Lu Xiuyuan, "I'll help you this time, but you have to practice this well in the future, otherwise you will suffer on the road to becoming an immortal." Although her tone was cold, there was a hint of concern in her words.

Lu Xiuyuan nodded quickly, his gratitude evident in words: "Thank you, Senior Sister Qingying, I will definitely practice hard." He discovered that beneath Qingying's frosty appearance, she actually had a kind and caring heart.