I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Chapter 11 Scabbard

Yi Xuefeng picked up the sword on the ground in a panic, and threw it back without turning her head. The long sword landed on the weapon rack and shook twice without any movement.

He didn't care about the silent youngsters around him, and leaned on the enchantment platform with his hands, he landed lightly on the stage, and ran towards Ning Yu.

Everyone was still wondering what he was going to do, but when they saw Ning Yu under the tree with a stern face, they immediately understood.

The boy in blue came down from the stage, the back of his hand was red, and he stared at Yi Xuefeng with complicated eyes.

Ye Fangcao hurriedly followed: "Brother, are you alright?"

The boy in blue shook his head.

The senior brothers at the side were a little embarrassed, just now they vowed to teach Lin Fuyu a lesson, who knew that he could beat them until they screamed without drawing their swords, so they didn't know how to say it.

After a long while, a young man murmured: "Little Immortal seems to have a good relationship with Ning Jianzun. It should be better than us in swordsmanship."

Everyone knew that this sentence was to prevent the blue-clothed boy from being so embarrassed when he stepped down the steps, and they all echoed.

The blue-clothed boy frowned, "No, he really doesn't know swordsmanship."

Just now when Yi Xuefeng fought Ye Fangcao, he had seen some clues, but after thinking about Linfan Jun is one of the best sword cultivators in the Three Realms, how could his son not even know how to use a sword.

But then he was unilaterally beaten by Yi Xuefeng...

Thinking of this, the blue-clothed boy warmly changed his words: When he fought Yi Xuefeng, he could clearly sense that the man's whole body was definitely not the aura that a swordsman should have.

Everyone was silent.

Yi Xuefeng, who doesn't know how to use a sword, quickly ran to Ning Yu, looked up at him slightly: "Master Jian, why are you here?"

Ning Yu was a head taller than him, and felt oppressive when looking down at him from above, he said coldly, "I'm here to see how embarrassing you are."

Yi Xuefeng retorted: "I won."

Ning Yu: "Oh."

Yi Xuefeng glanced at Ning Yu's waist again, and at the same time communicated with Qieyun with a guilty conscience: "Ah? Ahh? What do you think I've revealed? What did you say just now? It's been so long, he he he he Can you hear it?"

Qie Yun's voice was very serious: "I think he must be able to hear it."

Yi Xuefeng was shocked, it was going to be bad!

Ning Yu kept looking at him with a sullen face, his face was gloomy and terrifying - but it may also be because Yi Xuefeng was too guilty, and always felt that this person's face had never been better since reuniting with Ning Yu.

Ning Yu didn't say anything except what he said just now, and was eerily quiet.

The longer he was silent, the more guilty Yi Xuefeng became, and the hands hidden in his wide sleeves kept rubbing the cuffs of his underwear.

The teenagers in the martial arts arena are all afraid of Ning Jianzun, who looks like a murderous god. He has already run away without a sound. A breath of water mixed with mud.

Emboldened by courage, Yi Xuefeng raised her head and pretended to be calm: "Jianzun, what did Fuyu just say wrong?"

Ning Yu frowned: "Huh?"

Yi Xuefeng said: "As for those words of advice just now..."

As soon as this remark came out, Ning Yu sneered, and said mercilessly: "You can't even hold a sword, how can you have the face to point others?"

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Although being scolded, Yi Xuefeng still heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that Ning Yu didn't remember those words at all.

But it's true, Ning Yu has lived for so many years, and he has taught countless younger generations. He has said these words to other people before, but he just scratched the head and made a few nonsense, so he probably couldn't hear it.

As soon as he let out a breath, he heard Ning Yu suddenly ask, "Where did you learn the technique of hitting people with the hilt of your sword?"

Yi Xuefeng took a tight breath.

What did he care about?

Qie Yun: "Father, when will you change your habit of beating someone with a scabbard? Back then you beat east and west like this in the Immortal Dao Ceremony, but now it's been so many years, and you still fight? You don't even know how long Is it big? Wei'er is very disappointed in you."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

I wish he never had such an unfilial son.

Although Qie Yun was afraid of Ning Yu, for some reason, he always had an instinct, thinking that even if Ning Yu lost his mind and killed all the people in the world, he would definitely not touch Yi Xuefeng's finger.

Because of this blind self-confidence, he felt that Yi Xuefeng would not be in much danger if she revealed her identity in front of Ning Yu.

While thinking about it, Qie Yun said with an attitude of watching a play: "See how you are doing this time?"

Yi Xuefeng was silent for too long, Ning Yu was already impatient with waiting, he lazily lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

Yi Xuefeng was most afraid that he would say "Huh?" impatiently, which meant that his senior brother had lost his patience, and if he said the next sentence wrong, he might be scolded bloody.

Yi Xuefeng's thoughts were racing, she took a deep breath, raised her eyes and whispered: "Yes... Qieyun taught me."

Qie Yun, who was about to watch a good show: "..."

He looked dazed.

Ning Yu looked down at the Qieyun sword on his girdle, frowning slightly.

After thinking about it, Yi Xuefeng felt that it made more and more sense, so he hurriedly added fuel to the nonsense: "He is the one who has been urging me to hit people on the back of the hand, saying that it doesn't hurt and won't leave scars, and he can teach people. And The juvenile sparring is over, it would be too bullying to use the Qieyun Lingjian, so I just use the scabbard, it won't hurt anyone."

Qie Yun: "..."

I ain't me without you shut up!

If Ning Yu knew that he was the one who spoiled the little Immortal Hanhuaichuan, he might have rubbed him into a pile of scrap metal with his bare hands.

Qie Yun trembled with fear.

Ning Yu's gloomy expression seemed to have eased a lot, and an extremely terrifying thought that had been lingering in his mind disappeared in an instant.

He felt that he might be completely crazy, and he actually felt that the young man who was holding the sword gracefully just now had the shadow of Yi Xuefeng in an instant.

If Qie Yun, who had been by Yi Xuefeng's side for many years, taught him this kind of bad move, it would make sense.

Ning Yu was silent for a long time, then nodded, and said, "He's right."

Yi Xuefeng blinked his eyes, he didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, shouldn't Ning Yu be furious and direct his anger to Qie Yun?How could he agree with such a bullying move?

However, Qie Yun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he no longer had to suffer from the double sky of ice and fire.

Ning Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, took out Qieyun, and swiped two fingers together on the hairpin-sized Qieyun sword. The blade instantly turned into a black ruler about the length of his forearm.

Yi Xuefeng met Shang Ningyu's eyes, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Ning Yu said, "Stretch out your hand."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Yi Xuefeng turned around and was about to run, but Ning Yu easily pulled her back by the collar.

Ning Yu's voice became colder: "I'll say it again, hold out your hand."

Yi Xuefeng wanted to cry but could not escape, so she could only obediently stretch out her palms and looked at Ning Yu eagerly.

Ning Yu didn't like him pretending to be pitiful, Qie Yunjian patted his palm lightly, and said coldly: "It's the first time I've heard of the way that hitting the palm with the scabbard can teach people, since you can't learn to be good, I Let’s try it first.”

Because of his relationship with Lord Linfan, Ning Yu couldn't kill Lin Fuyu, scolding him was shameless and indifferent, which once made Ning Yu very headache.

He had been thinking about how to deal with this cat-like disobedient boy, but this time seeing him so keen on beating people with the scabbard made him think of a new way to teach others.

Hitting the palm, although it doesn't hurt much, but it is really good to teach the arrogant young people.

Upon hearing this, Yi Xuefeng immediately said: "I've learned to be good, very good! Foster father, foster father!"

The cruel and ruthless adoptive father was stubborn, and the cloud cutting sword in his hand was like a gust of wind, faster than when Yi Xuefeng hit someone just now, and hit Yi Xuefeng's palm with a "slap".

Yi Xuefeng: "Ah——"

Qie Yunjian: "Ah——"

The heart-to-heart connection between father and son makes people cry.

Qie Yun: "Ah, it hurts me to death!"

Yi Xuefeng gritted her teeth desperately, her palms were red from the beating, but she still refused to snort.

Ning Yu withdrew the Qieyun sword, patted his palm lightly in a slow manner, and said, "This is the punishment for your offensive words before."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

After Ning Yu finished speaking, he raised the ruler again and dropped it with two "pops".

"This is the lesson you learned from trying to snatch Qieyun back twice without listening to your elders."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

This damned, small-bellied, stinky man who will take revenge!

Yi Xuefeng was hit three feet, and there was a burning pain in his palm. Lin Fuyu's spoiled body couldn't bear the pain at all. Tears instinctively welled up in his eyes, and he forcibly endured them before falling down without shame.

After Ning Yu finished beating, Shi Shiran put the screaming Qie Yun back on his waist, and said, "Are you sure you made a mistake this time?"

Yi Xuefeng held back tears and nodded.

"Do you dare next time?"

Yi Xuefeng was stunned by the beating, and nodded instinctively. Ning Yu said "Huh?", and immediately shook his head again.

Only then was Ning Yu satisfied, and he said, "Since you don't know how to use a sword, I'll teach you from tomorrow on."

Yi Xuefeng was startled, and looked at him in amazement, the tears in his eyes slowly slid down his cheeks when he raised his head.

Lin Fuyu's shell was cold and delicate, so helpless and fragile crying, if Song Jingsheng, who was bursting out of motherly heart, were here, she would have coaxed her softly.

It's a pity that Ning Jianzun is not an ordinary person. He frowned even more when he saw the young man's tears, and said, "Don't cry, are you still a man?"

Yi Xuefeng lowered his head slightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice was crying: "Yes."

Yi Xuefeng is much shorter than Ning Yu, Ning Yu can see the boy's trembling body and the curled hair on the top of his head when he lowers his head, and when the crying voice comes out, he suddenly thinks of the youth when he was young. The little tail that always runs around behind him.

Thinking of this, a slight pain flashed in his eyes, and he even looked at Lin Fuyu without the previous repulsion and disdain.

"Okay." Ning Yu was one of the few who gave in, and said, "Don't do it again next time, otherwise I..."

As soon as he said it, he realized that he was habitually uttering threats again, so he frowned and swallowed the second half of the sentence, and repeated: "Okay."

Ning Yu seems to be rebellious by nature. Even after so many years and so many things, the sharp corners and thorns that should be there are still sharp and vertical, and they haven't worn away. The most gentle and comforting words in his life are this sentence——Okay .

Yi Xuefeng sobbed slightly, and when he heard Ning Yu's words, he took a few steps forward aggrievedly, and threw himself into Ning Yu's arms tentatively.

Ning Yu's heart was softening now. Although he instinctively refused, he sighed in his heart before he raised his hand.

Well, just a kid.

Just let him do it this time, and next time he acts like a spoiled child, I will hit him twice again.

Lighten up.

Ning Jianzun thought to himself.

The "little boy" surnamed Yi was sobbing while leaning gently in Ning Yu's arms, his breath was filled with the clear smell of Ning Yu's body that seemed to come from hell.

He leaned back, and tentatively hugged Ning Yu's thin waist with one hand.

Ning Yu couldn't take it anymore, squinted his eyes and looked at him dangerously: "Don't your hands hurt anymore?"

Yi Xuefeng immediately retracted, raised his head slightly, looked at Ning Yu with tears in his eyes, and whispered: "Father."

Ning Yu met his eyes and was suddenly a little lost, because in an instant, the expression on the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him resembled Yi Xuefeng to the extreme.

Ning Yu was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly felt his waist loosen, and the young man who had been leaning on his arms suddenly pulled back quickly, not even daring to turn his head, and just flew away in the blink of an eye and disappeared.

Ning Yu took a closer look, and the Qieyun sword on his waist had disappeared at some point.

Ning Yu: "..."

That little bastard who dared to pretend to be pitiful and deceive him!

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