Xiahou Qian looked inside the window, and sure enough, he saw Hua Luo fiddling with his skin, picking up a slender silver needle and about to pierce it.

"Don't!" Xiahou Qian shouted at the window in a hurry, and successfully stopped Hua Luo's movements.

Xiahou Qian hurriedly pushed open the door and went in and snatched the silver needle in Hua Luo's hand: "What are you doing here, even if you want to study medicine, it's not such a blind method, you didn't even read the medical book and pricked yourself with a silver needle?"

"There are many acupuncture points on people's bodies, do you know if you prick it wrong, your body will be uncomfortable."

Regarding Xiahou Qian's sudden intrusion, Hua Luo was stunned: "I don't study medicine."

"Then what are you doing with yourself?" He didn't believe that Hua Luo didn't know the pain, so he had nothing to do with a silver needle to prick himself.

"Brother Xiahou, my father is a very powerful doctor, I used to be with my father, I know the setting of acupuncture points in the human body, I just want to use silver needles to temporarily lose my sense of smell."

Xia Houqian was even more incomprehensible: "Why do you want to let yourself lose your sense of smell."

"Of course I have my use." Hua Luo blinked, her voice was sweet, and her appearance was delicate, like a clear spring in the mountains, clear and lively, and like a lark in the depths of the forest, which could bring vitality to the dead corner.

"No, it's dangerous."

Xiahou Qian still wants to stop Hua Luo.

"It's okay, I won't be so delicate."

"You have to do this?"

"Yes." Blossom nodded.

"Okay." Xiahou Qian let out a sigh.

Although this little girl is small, she is really assertive, and no one can interfere with what she decides, so she can only let Hua Luohu come.

Xiahou Qian went out of the house to work, and Hua Luo found the acupuncture point and stabbed it fiercely.

Then, she found something to try, and she really lost her sense of smell and succeeded.

Hua Luo found a large piece of ginger in the kitchen, found another stone pestle, put the ginger in a bowl, and spread a piece of gauze.

Hua Luo lifted the stone pestle and pounded it down until she hammered the ginger into a puddle of mud.

Hua Luo took away the gauze, got a little ginger juice, and found a handkerchief, which was soaked in ginger juice.

When the sword ancestor of Yunwu Mountain's swordsmanship master was practicing his sword one morning, he heard a little girl's cries.

Jian Zu felt very strange, he had always been the only one in this mountain, where did the little girl come from?

Jian Zu followed the sound and walked over, and really saw a little girl who was only eight or nine years old squatting there crying sadly, wiping her tears with a handkerchief from time to time, but she still burst into tears.

The little girl is very sweet and cute, her tears are transparent, her eyes are black and white, and she looks watery.

"Uncle, am I bothering you?"

The little girl, that is, Hua Luo, said cautiously.

"Which kid are you, and how did you get here?"

"I'm an apprentice from the nearby Hehuan Sect."

"Nearby Acacia Pie?"

Jian Zu remembered, yes, there is indeed a Hehuan sect nearby, and there is also a chain of contempt in the monk circle, and most of the disciples of the sword cultivation rune cultivation note look down on the charm cultivation of the Hehuan faction.

The Sword Ancestor was the same, thinking that it was just a rabble.

Originally, seeing the little girl crying so sadly and with pity, when she heard that it was a witch from the Hehuan faction, her compassion was greatly reduced.

"How could the people of the Hehuan sect come to me and cry?"

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your territory, I just wanted to find a place where no one was crying for a while, huh......

This little girl is also so beautiful when she cries, unlike ordinary children, when she cries, her nose is red and very sloppy.

Her crying appearance is not only not sloppy, but also has a somewhat pleasing taste.

Such a young child should not know what it feels like to be sad, why is he crying so sadly.

Sword Ancestor did feel a little curious: "Little girl, what is your sadness

Things?"

"I'm flawed, they ...... They isolate me, they don't go with me, they exclude me." Hua Luo cried so hard that big drops of tears fell down.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Zu pulled Hua Luo up and patted the dust on Hua Luo's body.

He looked Hua Luo up and down, his limbs were sound, his facial features were straight, he could speak, and he could hear voices.

"I have very bad rhinitis, I can't smell anything, they, they look down on me."

"Are you having a sense of smell?"

Hua Luo sobbed and nodded violently: "Uncle, do you dislike me too, then I'll leave immediately."

Jian Zu smiled bitterly, what did he have to dislike, didn't he live alone in this Yunwu Mountain because of the smell on his body, he didn't melt into the world and was excluded by others.

Although he has always refused to be thousands of miles away, in fact, he still longs for someone to accompany him.

Therefore, Jian Zu not only did not drive Hua Luo away, but also let her stay, invited her to eat plums and plums on the mountain, and listened to Hua Luo's complaints, saying how she was looked down upon and ostracized by others in the Hehuan faction.

However, in the sound of Jian Zu, it was not because Hua Luo was very bad that he was excluded, but because this child's appearance was too outstanding and excellent, and he was envied by others.

Come to think of it, don't all the Hehuan factions like to recruit beautiful beauties as apprentices, this little girl is so beautiful, it is inevitable that she will be eye-catching and jealous.

Hearing what Hua Luo said, Jian Zu seemed to see another self.

When he was a child, he was also excluded because of the smell on his body, and his temperament was extremely withdrawn, and he was not allowed to be in the world, and he devoted himself to studying swordsmanship, never had friends, and never dealt with anyone, and finally let him study a wonderful swordsmanship that was difficult for everyone in the entire sect to match.

Those who laughed at him and looked down on him ended up being trampled under his feet.

Jian Zu couldn't help but regard Hua Luo as the epitome of his past, and he was very empathetic and encouraged Hua Luo, one day she would be better than everyone in the Hehuan Sect. Z.br>

"Thank you, uncle, uncle, if I can stay on this mountain for a little while every day." Hua Luo stared at Jian Zu expectantly, her eyes were clear, her face was innocent, her tone was soft and cute, with a childlike voice, which was really unbearable to refuse.

It's just a little girl who has the same disease as herself, and she has no sense of smell, Hua Luo can't smell the smell on his body, only dealing with Hua Luo, he doesn't have to feel inferior in front of Hua Luo, worrying about whether Hua Luo minds his defects.

In this way, he felt like a normal person.

And he has been alone in Cloud Mountain for decades, it is really lonely, Jian Zu nodded and agreed.

In this way, Hua Luo came every day.

After coming for a month in a row, the Sword Ancestor finally decided to take Hua Luo as an apprentice, otherwise his wonderful swordsmanship would not be lost.

For this reason, Jian Zu also specially gave Hua Luo a set of double swords that he got by chance when he was young.

The double sword is light and beautiful, and it is generally used by female sword cultivators, and male sword cultivators have never used a single sword.