Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 216 Extra if line Liang Heyu Ancient 1

[High Mountain Flower, Tiansheng Sect's eldest disciple x Fishing Beauty, Hehuan Sect's eldest sister]

[Court Road Couple]

The sword of the eldest brother of Tiansheng Sect is lost!

"Have you heard? Senior Brother's sword is lost!"

"What? Isn't Lingxiao the eldest brother's natal spirit sword? How could it be lost?"

"Someone must have stolen it!"

"Who are you? How dare you steal from Senior Brother!"

"Investigate thoroughly! We must investigate thoroughly!"

...

Zhuang Jiayin had just ended a brief romance and returned to the Hehuan Sect feeling refreshed and relaxed. She saw her senior sister lying on a sword, reading a storybook out of boredom.

"Senior Sister, have you slept with anyone from the Sword Sect recently?"

Zhuang Jiayin's eyes sparkled as she circled around the sword floating in the air, admiring it and marveling at it.

Only the Sword Sect members have swords. As expected of the senior sister, she is a big target when she strikes.

The people of the Sword Sect treat swords as their wives, and they actually gave their swords to the eldest sister.

Zhuang Jiayin clasped her fists to her chest and said, "Senior Sister, you are amazing."

Jingyu turned her head from the storybook and looked at Zhuang Jiayin. The warm sunlight shone on her face, and the radiant look took shape on her face.

She said lazily, "The people of the Sword Sect are like stones in a toilet. I don't like men who don't understand romance."

I don't know where this sword came from.

Some time ago, when she was going down the mountain to the mortal world, she was inexplicably entangled by this sword. She couldn't get rid of it, and it followed her all the way back to the Hehuan Sect.

Look at this sword, its entire body is as frosty as frost, the sword body emits a faint blue cold light, the hilt is engraved with ancient patterns, one side of the sword body is engraved with the glory of the sun and the moon, and the other side is engraved with mountains and rivers.

It's obviously a top-grade sword!

This sword is weird. It has no scabbard, but it has a sword spirit. It can understand what Jingyu says and it is very thick-skinned.

Ever since he got attached to Jingyu, he has been sticking to her all the time, staying by her side even when eating, sleeping, and practicing.

Although I don’t know who the owner of the sword is, and the owner hasn’t come to look for me in so many days.

It’s been very hot in the summer recently, and it can help cool you down if you keep it with you. You can just keep it as a mobile ice cube.

...

When Liang Heyu followed the bond with his natal spirit sword and found it, he saw Ling Xiao, who usually did not allow anyone to touch him, actually holding a woman and floating in the air.

The woman was wearing a transparent gauze dress and was taking a leisurely nap on the sword.

The scorching sun shines through the layers of lush green leaves, forming tiny beams of light that fall on her, with mottled and gorgeous light and shadow.

People who practiced Taoism and swordsmanship could see a thousand miles away. Even from a distance of ten feet, Liang Heyu could clearly see the tiny floating dust and light fragments lingering around the woman.

The flowing gauze dress is better than nothing, and the exquisite body is looming.

Liang Heyu's expression instantly turned cold, and his gaze seemed to condense into solid ice, stabbing at the ungrateful thief.

"Ling Xiao."

"come over."

Perhaps summoned by its master, the Lingxiao Sword swayed left and right, waking up the person on the sword.

Who is disturbing my sweet dreams?

Jingyu was shaken awake, turned over and sat up, her gauze skirt slipped down, revealing half of her shoulders.

She was not wearing shoes, with one foot hanging down. Her skirt, which shone with tiny glitters, fluttered in the wind over her calves, revealing her slender ankles, her white and tender insteps, and her toes, which were glowing with a healthy rosy red.

Liang Heyu's eyes fixed, and he immediately looked away.

In broad daylight, dressed in such a wanton manner, it is obvious that he is a member of the Hehuan Sect.

"who are you?"

The voice was charming and seductive, and it was undoubtedly someone from the Hehuan Sect.

The Tiansheng Sect has always been at odds with the Hehuan Sect.

Liang Heyu's face was as cold as frost, and his voice was icy: "I'm going to return this to you. Why did you steal my sword?"

Jingyu sat on the sword, feet crossed. Perhaps he had just woken up, as there was still a trace of red at the corner of his eye.

She said lazily, "How can you prove that this sword is yours?"

She lowered her head and deliberately felt around: "I don't see whose name is engraved on it."

Liang Heyu's eyes were cold: "Ling Xiao!"

The Lingxiao Sword shook again, but it did not return to Liang Heyu's hand.

Jingyu exclaimed, "Wow, so your name is Lingxiao."

When she called his name, Ling Xiao shook even more.

Liang Heyu's face looked very bad.

Lingxiao is his natal spirit sword, and there is a unique contract between him and the sword. As long as he is alive, the sword will be there.

As a swordsman, Ling Xiao never left his side.

However, some time ago, when he led his fellow disciples to the mortal world for training, he was ambushed by the demons and was in a coma for three to five days. When he woke up, he found that Ling Xiao was missing.

The people of the Sword Sect and their natal spirit swords have telepathy.

Liang Heyu tried to summon but failed.

Someone must have tampered with this.

But unexpectedly, Ling Xiao was taken away by people from the Hehuan Sect.

The people of the Hehuan Sect rely entirely on the ways of men and women for their cultivation, and they don't know how to use swords at all. Moreover, Ling Xiao has already formed a pact with him, so why would he steal his sword?

Liang Heyu is unknown.

...

Jingyu was also secretly observing Liang Heyu.

This man was handsome and well-proportioned, with a high nose bridge, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. His pupils were light and translucent. He was tall and straight, with his hair neatly tied in a crown. He was dressed in black sect clothes with the Tiansheng Sect's emblem embroidered on the hem.

But he looked like he had just recovered from a serious illness, his lips were pale, and a little white bandage was visible at his collar, wrapped around his neck above the collarbone.

Perhaps to facilitate sword training, the Sword Sect's uniforms tend to be more formal, without wide hems or sleeves. Black strips of cloth are tied at the cuffs, and the waist is cinched with a girdle, fully showcasing the broad shoulders and narrow waist.

This man's demeanor was truly outstanding, even more outstanding than any other man she had ever met before. He looked like a perfect partner for dual cultivation.

Liang Heyu didn't like the way Jingyu looked at him. His brows were frosty, and he made a gesture and used a wind blade move, heading straight for the other party.

Jingyu smiled and reacted quickly. He jumped up and flipped backwards to avoid the attack, then landed steadily on the Lingxiao sword and stood on the sword.

Seeing his natal sword being stepped on by someone barefoot, Liang Heyu's face instantly became colder, and murderous intent gradually rose in his eyes.

"Hey, you're fighting over a disagreement. Do you have any martial ethics?"

The other party has strong internal strength. As soon as he makes a move, it is known that his strength is above the Golden Core level. Jingyu's eyes light up.

She spoke and laughed, and landed lightly. Lingxiao instantly turned into the size of a normal sword, sticking to Jingyu's smooth calf and rubbing against it.

Jingyu crossed his arms and smiled: "I didn't steal your sword, it just stayed with me."

Liang Heyu said in a cold tone: "Impossible!"

Jingyu smiled and said, "Why would I lie to you?"

She teleported forward a few meters smoothly, and Ling Xiao followed right behind her.

"You said this is your sword, then why do you keep following me?"

Liang Heyu's face suddenly turned ugly, and his eyes fell on the dog-like Ling Xiao.

Since it was his natal sword, Liang Heyu could naturally feel that Ling Xiao was actively sticking to her at this time.

Facing the other person's inward-curling and outward-curling eyes, Liang Heyu said coldly:

"What did you do to it?"