Everyone in the Tianyan Sect knew that Nie Shuang, the master of Xuanjian Peak, was the best swordsman in the world, and she was also a sickly beauty who could not live for three days without a pot of medicine. She has a peerless appearance, but is extremely frail. She lives with the medicine stove all day long and doesn't even bother to attend the apprenticeship ceremony. Until she casually pointed her finger at Jiang Ning, a new disciple with mediocre qualifications and mixed spiritual roots of the Five Elements. Everyone was in an uproar and ridiculed: This good-for-nothing is probably not even worthy of serving the Sword Master!
Jiang Ning thinks so too. He worshiped at the Xuanjian Peak in the depths of the clouds, only to see his master coughing up blood every day, leaning against the window to look at the clouds, and paying no attention to him. He could only silently brew medicine, sweep the floor, and practice the most rudimentary sword techniques. Occasionally, he would receive a few cold words of advice from his master, but they would always break through the obstacles in his practice. He gradually discovered that the master's illness and weakness seemed real and fake, and that beneath the master's indifference, there was an abyss that was difficult to reach.
Until the sect competition, the demonic flames surged into the sky - The sickly master, who was seen as vulnerable in the eyes of everyone, slowly stood up, raised his fingertips lightly, and spread the sword energy across thirty thousand miles, sweeping away the demonic clouds! And Jiang Ning, who had always been regarded as a loser, actually used his body as a scabbard to block a fatal blow for her.
After the smoke cleared, he knelt in front of her bed, holding the blood-stained medicine bowl in his hand, and said with a trembling voice: "Master..." She lowered her eyes and coughed slightly, and wiped away the blood on his forehead with her cold fingertips. Her tone was still as calm as a cloud: "What are you afraid of? You won't die as a master." "From now on, you have to hold your sword more firmly."
# Sickly master is actually the ceiling of combat power # # ordinary disciples have to overcome the superior # # master coughs up blood today #
[Reading Guide]:
1. A beautiful, sinister, weak and powerful master x a tough, loyal and growing disciple.
2. The heroine's true beauty is damaged by war. She is really strong when she is strong, and her illness is also a real illness (with a reason).
3. The male protagonist's growth depends entirely on hard work and "training" from his master.
4. The plot flow and daily life coexist, focusing on contrast and protection.
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance
