Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 156 Go to the Forge to Receive Punishment

It took Lin Qingyue half a month to regain her previous fluency in swordplay. The Dust-Breaking System saw her as a masochist, swinging her sword even more desperately as she became more terrified.

In the end, it was unclear whether her willpower overcame her fear or she had become accustomed to numbness.

Before leaving the Green Mirror, Lin Qingyue untied the remaining fragments of Green Mirror Town. The fragments shattered like spider webs, and the Green Mirror in his hand seemed to have lost its life, turning into a colorless void.

Lin Qingyue put his hand in and could feel the soft grass.

Lin Qingyue's mind was now connected to the Green Mirror. With a thought, the Green Mirror changed to the right size and fell into her wrist.

With a "ding-dong" sound, the bracelets given to her by Qing Jing and Xia Luo collided, making a pleasant sound.

Lin Qingyue thought of the time in the realm of death, Ning Chengtao, Sang Ji, and Yi Hanmei...

"Lin Qingyue!"

Shi Jingbai's voice came from outside, and when Lin Qingyue opened the door, he was bumped into by the girl.

Lin Qingyue helped Shi Jingbai up: "What's the hurry?"

Shi Jingbai stood up, grabbed Lin Qingyue's shoulders and shook her.

"I heard you're not studying with the teaching elder anymore? You're planning to practice on your own and then go to the Sword Pavilion for the competition! Lin Qingyue, have you finished your studies? Do you know that this first year for a new disciple is very precious? This is a wonderful time we can spend together. Why are you abandoning me? I don't care! I want to practice swordsmanship with you too!"

"Stop messing around." Lin Qingyue pulled down the Ten Mirror White. "Your foundation is not solid, so you still need to attend classes. Don't just look at me and learn everything I do. Wen Lingyun is also still learning from the teaching elders. If you really can't learn under your teaching elders, you can also come here to study under the teaching elders."

Shi Jingbai sighed and said, "Forget it, I heard your coaching elder is very strict."

Lin Qingyue: "Think about Wuhe Sect."

Shi Jingbai immediately perked up: "I'm going to practice sword fighting!"

A minute later, Lin Qingyue looked at Shi Jingbai who was motionless in front of him.

"Are you practicing the Emperor's sword at my doorstep?"

Shi Jingbai's eyes widened: "Is the emperor's sword very useful?"

Lin Qingyue: ...

Lin Qingyue: "I don't know, I can borrow it and take a look at it when I have the chance."

Lin Qingyue pushed aside Shi Jingbai who was blocking his way and walked out.

Shi Jingbai immediately followed.

"Lin Qingyue, where are you going?"

Lin Qingyue: "Sword field."

The footsteps behind him stopped, and Shi Jingbai's guilty voice was heard.

"Then I won't go. I'll wait for you here."

Lin Qingyue didn't bother to pay attention to her, "Whatever."

*

Lin Qingyue found Wen Lingyun in the sword field, where Wen Lingyun was fighting with his good brother Yun Shaobo.

Xu'er next to her put up a big umbrella and arranged tea and desserts under it.

Seeing Lin Qingyue, she bowed.

"Miss Lin."

Lin Qingyue smiled faintly: "I'm just here to take a look, you go ahead and do your thing."

Xu'er: "Miss Lin, come here and rest for a while. The young master ordered it."

Yun Shaobo’s order?

Lin Qingyue looked at the two people in front of him and estimated that the fight would continue for a while, so he thanked them and sat down.

Xu'er did not serve tea according to Lin Qingyue's preference, but served milk and other snacks.

After all this, Lin Qingyue relied on her strong willpower to not keep her eyes on the food.

How could this be a sword arena? Yun Shaobo was so lucky to have such a good maid.

*

After the competition, Wen Lingyun’s eyes lit up when he saw Lin Qingyue and he ran towards Lin Qingyue.

"Sister Qingyue, you came to see me? Are you going to study?"

Yun Shaobo ran over breathlessly, "Your spiritual power hasn't recovered yet, can't you run slower?"

Yun Shaobo knew that Lin Qingyue had to teach Wen Lingyun every day, so he asked them to move to the side.

Yun Shaobo: "By the way, when does Sister Qingyue plan to enter Jiange?"

Lin Qingyue already had the answer in his mind, "Half a year later."

Yun Shaobo was discouraged: "It seems that I will not be able to enter the Sword Pavilion with Sister Qingyue. I only hope that I can enter the disciple competition with Sister Qingyue at that time."

Lin Qingyue: "You can go with Wen Lingyun."

Yun Shaobo pursed his lips and said, "I will definitely leave Jiange before him."

Wen Lingyun interrupted: "It's not certain who will pass first by then."

Yun Shaobo: "Then we'll wait and see."

Wen Lingyun: "Next time I will definitely defeat you!"

Lin Qingyue: "...then you two, come on?"

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In the forging room, Yang Zishen skillfully swung the hammer to forge iron.

The young man slightly exposed his white collarbone because he felt hot, and there was a pile of iron swords behind him.

Lan'an placed the iron sword on the grindstone to sharpen it. Yin San, who had just been assigned to the same room with him not long ago, kept looking at Lan'an with an eager look in his eyes.

Yang Zishen seemed not to notice and asked Yin San, "How many swords do you have left? Are you going to the Sword Pavilion as soon as you come out?"

"Eight hundred swords." Yin San sneered: "Isn't the Sword Pavilion open only when Jingzhe is awakened?"

Yang Zishen: "As long as you are strong enough, you can go anytime."

Yin San: "I remember that the Sword Pavilion training requires the supervision of a disciple of the fifth level of the Sword Dao and the same state of mind. Do you want to guard for me?"

Yang Zishen: "If you have nothing to do at that time, I can help you."

Yin San thought about it and decided not to refuse. With someone to help him watch over him, he wouldn't have to wait until next year's Jingzhe to train in Jiange.

Yin San: "I need to think about it again. After all, you know that my favorite is that magic sword."

Although Meng Nianchun's small wooden sword was small and unique, he still could not forget the child's sword with red cracks and translucent glass on the main hall of Hopeless Peak a few years ago.

Yang Zishen: "You can't pull it out."

When the truth came out, Yin San's face darkened.

Yin San: "I want you to tell me!"

Yang Zishen laughed, and then his internal injuries were involved.

Yang Zishen: ...

So what was the master's mentality when he threw the seriously injured him into the forging room?

After Yang Zishen woke up, his master stood in front of him.

Wu Kun: "I just went to see Elder Song. There's still a hole on his head. It will take about a year to heal."

Yang Zishen lowered his head in guilt: "I'm sorry, Elder Song."

Wu Kun: "In that case, you will continue to be punished in the forge. I need to go to the Southern Demon Realm."

Hearing about the Southern Demon Realm, Yang Zishen looked up suddenly.

Yang Zishen: "I want to go to the Southern Demon Realm too!"

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Wu Kun looked at him with cold eyes.

"What are you going to do? Have you reached the seventh level of swordsmanship and broken the heart mirror? Are you already at the third thousandth level of the golden elixir? Can you hold out against me for even a stick of incense? You can definitely beat Yan Fei and Wenren Shuyu?"

Yang Zishen: "It's just that I can't win sometimes."

Wu Kun said coldly, "Then you should stay in Ziyang Sword Sect and compete with others or complete missions. If I find you in the Southern Demon Realm, I will throw you into the Demon Palace to face the Demon Lord directly. Do you agree?"

The boy didn't say anything else. Wu Kun snorted coldly and disappeared from the room.

"Remember to go to the forge to receive your punishment."