Chapter 162 The Incident of Collective Broken Hearts of Swords

Now Li Waner and Lu Ziqing have very complicated feelings towards the Xiaoyun Sect. Various entanglements have caused them to become more and more involved with the Xiaoyun Sect, and they cannot completely ignore the life and death of these new Xiaoyun Sect members.

Lu Zishu released the realm of vitality, nourishing all things with a drizzle of rain, and calming down the minds of Abbas and other Xiaoyun disciples.

Like a sleeping koala, Abbas slipped down from the tree and was caught by Lu Ziqing.

Li Waner said: "How about I take them to the Sipa Pavilion for treatment?"

The more than 20 people who could be seen with the naked eye were in disarray, and their meridians were in chaos. Although the Silk Pavilion could not help them reunite their sword hearts, it could treat the damage to their meridians and stabilize their minds.

Lu Ziqing nodded, that's fine.

"You should go first." Lu Zishu winked at Lu Ziqing, "Leave this place to me and Wan'er, and you can help everyone with their homework."

Lu Ziqing was granted amnesty and ran away with Huyang and Zhuo Yuting.

Li Waner called the bandits: "Everyone, help us and take them to the Sipa Pavilion."

The bandit team and some Shenying warriors who came after hearing the news came to help, and they helped to carry the fainted person to the Sipa Pavilion.

Xie Wushuang was unhappy at first because these people wanted free treatment. But when Li Waner told her the whole story, Xie Wushuang suddenly widened her eyes and became angry.

"Humph!" Xie Wushuang said happily, "Ni Feihong beat me and took away my job. As a result, she taught her disciples to behave like this, but she was helpless. Now it's not up to me to rely on Xie Wushuang!"

This time, no one spoke to Fairy Ling Xiao. Even the Shenying warriors frowned and said, "I didn't know that Fairy Ling Xiao had such a temperament before. Until now, I have never held an open swordsmanship class, not even to my own disciples."

I can’t teach you well. I don’t know what Yu Xuzi, the headmaster of Lingxiao, is thinking, and I don’t want to take care of it.”

"You don't understand this." Xie Wushuang said proudly, "How could the Sword Sect harm its own dignity to control these disciples who have just started. They must stand up on their own, otherwise the sword's heart will be flawed, and everyone who helped them will also

affected."

"I see." The Shenying warriors all said one after another, "To be honest, now we all feel that if we had known earlier, it would have been much better to ask Master Xie to teach swordsmanship."

When Xie Wushuang heard what the other party said, it was as if he had ushered in the most glorious moment of his life. He was so happy that he jumped up and said: "Gude Bai, boil the water! Duan Feixiong, please ask for a leave from the courtyard, and let the Qilin Sect's Jin Chanqi

It’s best to come and treat them.”

Duan Feixiong and the others originally thought that they would be scolded again for doing such unprofitable things. Who knew that Xie Wushuang would be so generous?

It is better to report to the immortal masters in time before coming back. Among these Xiaoyun disciples who have broken sword hearts, there are also two girls who value love and righteousness. It is not appropriate for bandits to treat them.

Lu Zishu looked at the bandit team and said with a little worry: "Senior Sister Xie, are Duan Feixiong and the others really capable?"

"Of course. They are already qualified technicians of the Silk Pavilion." Xie Wushuang's eyes radiated a magical light, and after scanning all the people in the Xiaoyun Sect, he said confidently, "I'll teach you how to do it.

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While Abbas was in a coma, he saw another sword flying from outside that day.

That day, when he was young, he was about to be eaten by a monster. The monster that rushed towards him was pierced by a sword. Abbas, who was completely frightened, suddenly landed on a flying sword and was carried flying in the sky.

The flying sword was as wide as a door panel, and the sword was wielded by a chivalrous girl from the Xiaoyun Sect. I heard that he was the Prince of Dashi, so the chivalrous girl took him to Wangjing with her sword and threw him to Honglu Temple. That day, the sky was filled with clouds.

, a chivalrous swordsman, cold and arrogant, ruthless and unfavorable to him.

After he was rescued, he always wanted to know who saved him, but he knew nothing except that the other person was from the Xiaoyun Sect. He lived alone in the Great Zhou Dynasty as a hostage whose identity could not be determined, until a year later,

When the envoy of Zhou returned, Da Zhou entered into an alliance with Dashi. His identity was confirmed and his status was immediately restored to that of a great crown prince. Later, he met the crown prince of Da Zhou and met Queen Xiaoyun by chance.

And the heroine who once saved him.

The appearance of Queen Xiaoyun was different from what he had imagined. She was an elegant and refined double-ten beauty. To be precise, she was too young and looked more like the prince's sister than his mother. She had her head folded with both hands

With a bun and no makeup, it looks like the fairy in the scroll has come to the world.

There was a heroine with two swords who was also very beautiful but a little cooler standing next to Queen Xiaoyun. One of the swords was particularly big and the texture of the sword was so familiar. The heroine had saved him and appeared countless times.

The benefactor in his dream. Perhaps due to the difference in cultivation, the heroine appeared to be older than Queen Xiaoyun. Queen Xiaoyun was called senior sister.

The heroine didn't even remember Abbas. No matter how he expressed his gratitude, the other party just greeted him coldly and left with his sword without even leaving his name. Xiaoyun Swordsman slayed demons and demons.

, has saved thousands of people, how can she care about every child she has saved? To her, there is no difference between a food prince and a beggar on the street.

"I can't tell you her name." Queen Xiaoyun asked, "Why do you want her to remember you?"

Abbas said: "Because I can't forget her." That year he was just an unlucky child. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had no relatives. The betrayal of his relatives made him fall into the quagmire, and the appearance of the heroine was his grip.

The straw. Seeing the heroine again made him feel like he had just woken up from a hazy dream. It didn't mean anything special, he just hoped that the other party would remember him. If he could also enter her

world, then you will feel at ease.

But the other person's world is the world of swords.

A Qingyun sword clattered down in front of Abbas.

"Do you want to join the Xiaoyun Sect?" Queen Xiaoyun said softly, "If you want a Xiaoyun swordsman to remember you, you must have a sword heart. This means that you must abandon what you have learned in your life and what you originally owned.

Everything, even your identity as Prince Dashi is not as important as your identity as a disciple of Xiaoyun Sect."

"Really?" Abbas's eyes shone, and he immediately picked up the Qingyun Sword in front of him, but he didn't understand, "If I become a disciple of Xiaoyun Sect, the other party will recognize me? Right?"

"To the Xiaoyun sect, your age, appearance, and name are all meaningless. I can't use words to make you understand now." Queen Xiaoyun looked at her knees leisurely, and there was a sword across her knees.

, the identical Qingyun Sword does not seem to be a rare thing.

"I am willing to help you just because I know that for some encounters, even if we have never met, it is better than countless people in the world."

Queen Xiaoyun gently stroked the sword lying across her knees with her hand, as if stroking a piece of jade, a treasure. The sword had been with her for who knows how many years, and the blade was as gentle as jade.

luster.

"No matter how many years go by, I will never forget it. We will meet each other if we are destined to."

Queen Xiaoyun gently moved the sword blade with her fingers, and a subtle sword sound sounded, as sweet as the strings of a piano. From then on, the sword sound seemed to have taken root in Abbas's heart.

He is obsessed with Dazhou's swordsmanship, and everyone in Xiaoyun Sect is extremely kind to him. He can feel that he belongs here.

Abbas was lying on the bed, not knowing how he entered from a nightmare to a sweet dream. The scene of worshiping Xiaoyun's family when he was nine years old was still vivid in his mind, which made him shed tears unconsciously. He felt betrayed by his relatives.

Compared with his status as the Prince of Dashi, his status as a disciple of Xiaoyun Sect is much more precious to him.

"Where am I?" Abbas stood up and found himself lying face down on a bed with a hole. His internal injuries had healed, his meridians were unobstructed, and his true energy was stable. But when he wanted to gather sword energy,

There was a broken noise in his mind, which almost drove him crazy. The sword's heart was still broken, but his soul quickly stabilized, and the damage to his meridians had been restored. He found that he was not wearing a coat, and was covered with a white sheet.

of sheets.

What am I? Abbas is a little confused, he is too comfortable and his mind is not fully awake yet.

"You are in the Silk Pavilion." A gentle voice came from outside the door curtain, and then someone walked in and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Senior Sister Lu?" Abbas was startled and saw the person in front of him clearly. Isn't this Lu Zishu?

With such a gentle voice and gentle appearance, everyone knew it was Lu Zishu. Abbas felt extremely relieved for a moment, as if the boat of his soul suddenly docked in a harbor.

"It was you who helped me..." Abbas' throat was hoarse and his face was red, and he couldn't speak. Could it be that Lu Zishu brought him here and healed his internal injuries? In an instant, there were many things that he had never experienced before.

Qinian rose uncontrollably, and he even secretly covered his body with his hands. Oh my God, Lu Zishu favors me? Happiness comes too suddenly! No, no, everyone in the Xiaoyun Sect knows that the prince is right

Lu Zishu has an idea. What should I do?

"Sorry, I made it for you." A rough voice suddenly sounded from behind Abbas.

Abbas suddenly turned around and found that there was actually a bear-like burly man standing behind him. The muscles on Abbas's neck jumped and he made a squeaking sound when he rubbed it with his oil-covered hands.

.Duan Feixiong winked at him and his eyebrows jumped twice in a teasing way. Are you comfortable?

Abbas's heart instantly shattered into glass shards.

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The disciples of the Xiaoyun Sect got dressed and gathered in the bamboo forest. Abbas walked out and found that everyone had received careful care and looked much better. Some guys were even beaming, looking at the silk pavilion with envy.

female technician.

Someone whispered: "Although the Sipa Pavilion is all about men against men and women against women, it is said that if the relationship is particularly good, some senior sisters can also make appointments."

"They are all members, so they have to save a lot of money."

"It would be great if our sect also had beautiful senior sisters working here."

"You can ask your sweetheart to come here to work and learn skills, and we will be blessed!"

"go away!"

"There is another way. If the injury is serious and Duan Feixiong and the others cannot cope with it, Master Xie and Li Waner will help you."

"Then how serious the injury should be? Could it be that instead of being sent here, he was sent to the hospital?"

"I heard there is a trick..."

Strange knowledge is spreading.
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