Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Female Cultivator of the Hehuan Sect (13)

  Heavy snow was falling, and a figure in white was practicing sword on the back mountain.

  There was a thick layer of snow on the surrounding trees. The white clothes fluttered, and the sword was sharp. When the sword swept through the air, the snow fell down, and the leaves rustled.

  She was only wearing a thin disciple's uniform, her hair was tied into a bun and fixed with a hairpin. A few strands of hair on her forehead framed her face, and were blown away by the wind and flew in the air as she performed sword moves in succession.

  The sword in his hand flashed with silver light, and the sword body reflected the cold light. It looked very sharp and could cut iron like mud.

  Her facial features are quite delicate if you look closely, but when put together on a face, they look mediocre, even a little ugly. Fortunately, her face is still fair.

  There are also faint traces of makeup.

  There is a faint fairy air about her, which makes up for some of the shortcomings in her appearance.

  The wind was freezing cold, but the thin figure did not shiver. His body was stretched out, his muscles tensed with effort, and his eyes were full of sharpness.

  There was a sound of breaking wind, splitting the snow curtain in two.

  Linghan Peak is covered with snow all year round. It is the residence of Xie Xianzun. When Yunmian first came here, he was not used to the year-round freezing temperature. His hands and feet were often frozen red, and his sword-holding hand was shaking.

  But she didn't want to disappoint her master, so she held the hilt of the sword and practiced for a long time, and only took a short break when her body couldn't bear it anymore.

  Now I've completely adapted to it.

  Yun Mian put away her sword with a beautiful gesture and raised her eyes to the palace on the top of the mountain. On the snow-white stairs, a familiar figure came into her sight.

  Master, he is back!
  Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took back her life sword with a flick of her palm, and ran towards that place, with her hair flying behind her head.

  She slowed down her pace when she was almost there, and walked up the stairs one step at a time, with her head slightly lowered, not looking directly at him.

  "Master, you are back."

  "Um."

  It was a very indifferent response, but she was already very happy to get a response from her master.

  "I have been cleaning the hall every day during your absence. Please come in, Master. I will make you some tea."  

  "No need."

  "Then... Master, do you have anything else to tell me?"

  Yunmian didn't want to lose this opportunity to meet him, she just wanted to stay a little longer and do anything.

  She couldn't help but look up at him, then quickly looked away.

  "I will be in seclusion for a while, you can just do as usual."

  Yunmian looked a little disappointed. He had just come back and was going to retreat again?
  "Yes."

  She lowered her eyes, and waited until he took a few steps before slowly raising them, secretly glancing at his tall figure from behind, not daring to look presumptuously.

  Soon the figure in white walked into the hall, and with a wave of his sleeve, the door closed.

  She didn't look away for a long time, as if she wanted to see through the wooden door, but her emotions were well concealed.

  Yunmian doesn't live here. She can only go in and do things for him with the permission of her master, and she is not allowed to enter without permission.

  The smaller room next to it is her residence. All the furnishings in the room are of high quality. As the direct disciple of the Sword Master, she is naturally treated very well.

  But she just wanted to live with her master... She smiled bitterly.

  It's just wishful thinking after all.

  Yunmian summoned his natal sword and flew towards the back mountain.

  They all said that she was born with a sword bone and extraordinary talent. If she worked hard to practice, the master would definitely be happy, right?
  She also had an unspeakable secret thought. If she became more and more powerful, would the master have her in his eyes one day?

  She wanted to be more worthy of him.

  (End of this chapter)