Ye Zhenzhen, the granddaughter of the Confucian janitor Ye Jingxing, grew up under the influence of Confucian culture. Based on his natural ability, Cheng Ming Sword Heart and Ni Shang Charm Dance, he once read Du Fu's poems, and combined with Cheng Ming Sword Heart and Ni Shang Charm Dance, he imitated Gongsun's self-created nine-style sword dance. The beauty is graceful, and the sword dance is gorgeous and magnificent, so it makes people lose their hearts and can't afford the slightest resistance.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, all was silent, except for the ticking of blood falling to the ground along the tip of the sword. As the sword pierced Chen's heart, his body began to slowly dissipate from the bottom up. As his entire person dissipated, the resurrection stone at the entrance of the training room began to emit a soft glow. Chen's body slowly emerged from the bottom up in this soft light, as if his body structure had been broken up into a pile of infinitesimal particles, and then reorganized at this moment.

This was Chen's first "death". During the period of "death", Chen's soul seems to be freed from the shackles of the physical body, and the void sees God and illuminates itself. Chen Xinyan watched coldly from a third-person perspective as he watched the dissipation and reorganization of his body, and he realized something in his heart. Cells contain infinitesimity, and deserts contain infinity. A man who sleeps with his back to a rock, and that is the whole universe.

"Sister Zhenzhen, you're a bit too much, aren't you? Even if you don't really die, the pain is real. Mu Songbai complained.

"Don't worry, he won't lose a single hair. Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the girl and snorted coldly.

Chen Xinshen slowly opened his eyes, and his unfocused eyes looked around blankly, except that his face was a little pale but not serious. Soon, his eyes began to focus, and his pale face could hardly hide the excitement in his eyes.

"Senior sister, die with me one last time!"

Mu Songbai: "......"

Ye Zhenzhen: "......"

Eight precepts: "......"

"It's over, Sister Zhenzhen, you've broken his brain. Mu Songbai was dumbfounded.

The iceberg on Ye Zhenzhen's face finally melted a little, and at this moment, her face was full of astonishment, and she was a little at a loss: "How is it possible, this, how can this be." ”

"Don't panic, my eldest brother must have lost his soul, and let the poor monk do a ritual to summon my eldest brother's soul. The fat ball monk looked solemn.

It's too late, it's too soon. Chen Xinyan's hand flashed, and a piece of tape accurately sealed the crow beak of the fat ball monk. Ignoring the sadness and indignation on Bajie's face, Chen Xinyan opened his mouth to explain: "Senior sister, don't be afraid, I'm fine, it's just that the process of dissipating and reorganizing this physical body is conducive to our comprehension of the mystery of Master's "Wuji Diagram" about the human body as a small universe and a small Taiji. As long as I die a few more times, I feel that I can achieve great perfection by refining and refining qi, and directly enter the refining qi and transforming gods. ”

"But it hurts to be stabbed by a sword, or you die first, and then tell me your feelings, I can quickly comprehend the mystery from your perception tomorrow as long as I use my talent~" Mu Songbai said embarrassedly.

"That's okay?!Senior sister, your talent is too rebellious. Chen Xinyan was shocked.

"Absolutely. ”

"Okay, then senior sister, you can do it. Come, kill me. Chen Xinyan sighed helplessly, closed his eyes, and waited to be killed.

"But I'm soft-hearted, and I can't do it. Mu Songbai looked at Chen Xinyan at a loss.

"It's okay, it's a brother, come and cut me. Chen Xinyan's eyes were resolute, and he remembered the advertising words of a certain page game in his mind.

"I'm coming!" Without waiting for Chen Xinyan to object, Ye Zhenzhen flew up with a sword, directly giving Chen Xinyan a heart-piercing cold.

Soon, the hero Chen Xinyan was resurrected again, and he just wanted to open his mouth to let Ye Zhenzhen lighten up, but before he could speak, Ye Zhenzhen came down with another sword.

"I ...... Ahh

"Look at the sword!"

"Wait a minute...... Ahh

"Eat me!"

"The surname Ye, I'...... Ahh

"Come again!"

"Sister, I was wrong...... Ahh

"And this trick!"

In this way, Ye Zhenzhen killed Chen Xinyan a hundred times and cut him for two hours, and this torture and killing ended. And Mu Songbai covered his ears and closed his eyes as early as when the first sword went down, hiding in the corner and shivering.

"Have you been promoted?" Ye Zhenzhen said casually.

As early as the seventh time, I successfully entered the realm of refining qi and transforming gods. And you, and you, and you, and you, stabbed me a hundred times, a hundred times, and not with the same thing! Didn't you just slap your grandfather a few words, as for it! Ten thousand swords pierced through the heart!" Chen Xinshen said, sadness came from the heart, and the tears fell down frantically as if the thread had been broken.

"Miss Ben is here to help you enlighten, if you don't shout to stop, how do I know if you have understood. Ye Zhenzhen said expressionlessly.

"I ...... You...... You gave it to me...... Talking ...... Eh, I'm ...... Are you crying? weird, I ...... I don't think it...... Sad, I'm just ...... Aggrieved...... But...... Why are the tears falling by themselves?" Chen Xinyan sobbed as he wiped his face.

"My last sword is called the Wounded Sword, which focuses on the mind, and those who hear it cry and those who listen to it are sad. Ye Zhenzhen still explained expressionlessly.

Perhaps after hearing Ye Zhenzhen's words, the injured sword intent remaining in Chen Xinyan's body became even more active. Chen Xinyan couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart anymore, and actually cried loudly.

Ye Zhenzhen ignored Chen Xinyan, who was crying into tears, and walked straight to Mu Songbai, who was still squatting in the corner and covering her ears and trembling, patted her, and said softly: "Let's go, let's eat." ”

"Huh, it's over, why are Ember crying?" Mu Songbai raised his little face and asked suspiciously.

"It's okay, maybe I've thought of something sad. Ye Zhenzhen's face was nonchalant.

"Oh, then I'll go and comfort him first. Sister Zhenzhen, you and Bajie should go and book a box first, and we will come right away. ”

Ye Zhenzhen nodded, turned around and walked towards the elevator, and from time to time there were Chen Xinyan's cries and Mu Songbai's serious comforting voices behind her. The corners of Ye Zhenzhen's mouth were slightly upturned, like a snow plum blooming quietly on the cliff that no one could see, so beautiful that no one appreciated it.

"Idiot. ”