The snow-white waterfall roared down from the valleys on Taichu Mountain, hurtling towards the foot of the mountain. The mountain ranges were fantastic and so was the swiftness of the stream.
Rumbling...
The turbulent stream, cascading over the falls, had been flowing into the lake formed in the forest for countless years. It was as if all rivers flowed east to the sea and eventually filled the lake.
In the enveloping mist, the splashing waves reached the shore, where lush vegetation and fragrant flowers filled the air.
On a clear sunny day with warm winds, the aroma of growing wheat fills the air, while the shade of dense foliage surpasses the beauty of flowers.
The croaks of frogs and the chirps of cicadas, along with clouds drifting by, created a peaceful atmosphere. Standing on the shore, Xiaoming, with a heavy heart, poked at the damp soil with a stick: "I'm so hungry..."
Master Luo had promised to cook while they were in the Nanchu Domain, but he left before even spending a day there.
And the auxiliary sect leader, who clearly loved Master Brother's cooking the most, didn't even miss him enough to stop Master Brother from leaving. Then she left Taichu Mountain as well, most likely following Master Brother...
"Why did the Deputy Sect Leader hide Zhu Nanzhi's identity from Master Brother?"
"No, if the Deputy Sect Leader and Master Brother are together, then it means the Deputy Sect Leader has already indulged in Master Brother's cooking."
"I want to eat it too..."
Xiaoming stabbed a hole in the soil with a stick: "Roast whole sheep, pork skewers, grilled ox tendons, chicken legs..."
Xiaoming, with a face full of fantasy, muttered to herself, gulping and swallowing, as she noticed her saliva was about to flow out. Just as she was about to wipe it away with her hand, a sudden gust of wind blew her away.
"Wow-"
Xiaoming, startled, quickly adjusted her body and ran to hide behind a large rock, peering curiously towards the center of the lake.
There stood a woman dressed in black swordsmanship, partially visible through the trees, flowers, and mist that enveloped the area.
The woman had her eyes covered by a black cloth, her silver-white hair tied into a ponytail with a wooden hairpin. A black robe enveloped her tall figure, and her straight back was as if a sharp sword stood in the forest, at the heart of the lake.
She was elusive between the mountains and water, and the sharp sword energy, which was even more ancient, instantly took away all the scenery of the mountains and water.
The wind howled and the leaves danced.
Increasing amounts of sword energy surged forth from the mist, like fluttering snowflakes drifting towards the layered mountains and forests.
Initially, the sword energy resembled frosty snow in the evening, giving everything around it a chilling cold. But as the myriad sword beams began to blossom, a layer of blackness spread within the ice crystal-like sword energy. Thus, the sword beams around became like ink splashes, with no extra color left.
It was like an eternity of bone-chilling stillness.
Standing in the middle of the lake, Mù Qīng Yuè spread her arms wide, every move embodying sword energy.
Like an ice mountain, with her two hands clasped around the sword point and her wooden hairpin, at the back of her ponytail, shattering silently in the silence, her silver-white hair falling apart like snowfall in winter. At this moment, she was a masterpiece of nature's beauty.
Whoosh—
As Mù Qīng Yue raised her wrist, the sword energy around her that had turned dark like ink began to return to its original frosty crystal form, intertwining with the ink color. The movements between them came from the same person, but they seemed completely incompatible, like natural enemies.
It is the unity of form, spirit, emotion, and reason; it is the coordination of existence and non-existence. It originates from the unexpected and is imbued within the image, representing a high level of achievement.
The sword intent is the profound realm reached by a swordsman after achieving an unprecedented level of understanding of the sword.
In theory, a swordsman should be able to control his sword intent at will, but Mù Qīng Yue seems to be unable to do so.
In the realm of sword intent, Mù Qīng Yue has already reached the third stage of 'Shatter Boundary Intent', the ultimate realm where sword intent emerges, yet she seems unable to control her own sword intent at the moment, akin to being inferior to the first stage of 'Clarified Swordsman's Heart'.
Mù Qīng Yuè clamped her lips tightly, and with the impact of the frosty sword intent, the ink-colored sword energy gradually became like a raging beast, showing signs of being absorbed back.
The black gas became denser and began to overflow from Mù Qīng Yue's body without control, which was not spiritual energy but was not demonic energy. It showed a terrifying demeanor, as if it could consume people.
Mù Qīng Yuè couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows as pure white spiritual power burst out of her body, as if trying to break through the chains of the black gas.
The long wind touched her sleeve, her clothes were laden with frost. Standing in the ice-covered lake, her fair hair flew about.
The sword energy spread across the sky, resembling a storm sweeping everything in.
Humming humming hum——
The sword handle and middle section were black, while the rest of the silver-white long sword stood beside her, its handle clashing and humming continuously, as if urging her to stop.
The sword body below the handle bears two elegant little characters: Chao Mu.
Mù Qīng Yuè seemed to have not noticed, as the frosty spiritual power surging from her body grew thicker, like the cold light of a winter night, trying to tear apart the night.
Her surrounding energy surged and swelled. On the pale back of her hand, where the sword points were clasped, the light blue veins were pulsating, as if bearing an immense pressure.
Her already white cheeks turned abnormally red in the midst of her pale face, and the 'Chao Mu' sword was spinning around her, as if trying to actively enter her hand.
Mù Qīng Yuè remained indifferent, her pretty face hidden under the black cloth with a slight hint of ruthlessness towards herself.
She lightly closed her hands, and with the long fingers of her delicate hands, she began to recite the sword formula. The swordlight of the 'Shatter Boundary Intent' around her was like a white rainbow riding the wind, brimming with the sharpest edge imaginable.
White clouds and blue sky, a sword opening a single line.
The sword humming from 'Chao Mu' became more shrill, spinning around Mù Qīng Yuè faster and faster, several times attempting to enter her hand but failing to…？
Suddenly, 'Chao Mu' grew still, and her cool fingers grasped the sword handle.
"Brother-in-law is here."
With no trace of emotion in the seemingly void voice, all sword lights vanished completely in an instant. The icy waterfall once again roared with its turbulent intensity.
The cold and heat change suddenly, bringing a scene of vitality.
Mù Qīng Yuè slightly turned her head and looked at Lu Jian'an, who walked out of the forest at a slower pace: "Brother..."
Speaking, suddenly felt a chill in the chest of a torrent of water, looked down and saw the sleeves slightly open, bulging.
She turned her body slightly, using one arm to cover her chest, but felt that she was not up to the task, so she had to turn her back completely towards Lu Jian'an.
As Lu Jian'an walked out of the forest, he looked at Mù Qīng Yuè's back, which was turned towards him. What was she hiding?
Her clothes don't seem to be torn...
Although curious, Lu Jian'an first made a bow: "Sister."
As soon as the words fell, Lu Jian'an looked at Mù Qīng Yuè, her silver-white hair like three thousand streams of water cascading down, spreading out a beautiful silk.
Under the black sword outfit, her figure was even more prominent, tall and slender, and sister's legs are very long.
Though long, they do not look bony but are perfectly plump — Lu Jian'an sometimes also feels a sense of regret.
In theory, a woman with beautiful legs has a decent figure, so why doesn't sister's bust size look large?
I won't say it's on par with the sect master, but it can't be that much worse than Nan Zhi, right?
While pondering, Mù Qīng Yuè spoke in a calm voice, "Are you with her?"
Lu Jian'an knew that sister referred to the sect master, so he turned his eyes and said, "Yes."
"Did she tease you again?"
Lu Jian'an hesitated and let out a "Hm..." sound.
If the sect master wants to eat jealousy from the sect sister and help her at the same time, it is not a bad idea to operate from the side of the sect sister.
Since I no longer fear the strength of Mù Qīng Yuè.
Whoosh—
Lu Jian'an looked at Mù Qīng Yuè's sword 'Chao Mu', feeling relieved in his heart, afraid that you wouldn't respond.
Mù Qīng Yuè had already judged from Lu Jian'an's tone that this time's 'harassment' was not simple, and her voice tone seemed to be colder.
"How did she treat you?"
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