Jianfengwu

At that time, the Sutra Pavilion was covered with frost, and the tip of Shen Yanqiu's sword condensed on the yellowed page of the Basic Tranquility Technique for the third time. The window lattice suddenly clicked softly, and the sword spike swept across the table as she turned around. With the crisp sound of the three jade bottles falling to the ground, a snowflake was slanting through the closed wooden window - as if being pushed by an invisible hand, it fell slowly on the back of her hand, but it did not turn into water. Instead, it left half a incomplete sword mark on her skin. "Practicing forbidden skills secretly again?" An old voice came from the beam. The moment Shen Yanqiu raised her sword, she saw her mentor, Master Xuanqing, hanging upside down on the beam. His blue-grey robe hung like a pendulum, and he still held half of an uneaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand. "The disciple is just repairing the sword manual." When she sheathed the sword, her fingertips rubbed the strange carvings on the hilt. Three days ago, a dense star map suddenly appeared on the inside of the scabbard, which was passed down from the ancestor. Every time she tried to interpret it, the spiritual power of Dantian would penetrate into the hilt of the sword like a skin punctured by needle holes. What's even more terrible is that in the monthly bulletin posted under the mountain gate this morning, her name is next to it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.