After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

Before Xia Ling could wait for Simu Feng's answer, noisy cursing was heard from not far away.

Judging from the content, they are a group of middle-aged men with poor quality.

"Damn it, it's fine that I didn't complete the task a few days ago, but why am I so unlucky today? That damn girl actually bit her tongue and committed suicide! It's so damn unlucky."

"Oh, boss, a few days ago the employer specifically told us to kill the girl who was dragged down the mountain. I heard she was his personal disciple. What if that girl named Xia is still alive?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Didn't you see the blood on the ground? If I say he's dead, he's dead. You guys better keep your mouths shut. If the news gets out, we'll be the ones to die!"

"That's right, Biaozi. The employer is so secretive that he doesn't even dare to reveal his identity to us. I guess this is all a personal grudge. As long as we don't say anything, the other party won't dare to make a big deal."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The sound of conversation gradually became clearer. After a while, about a dozen men with ferocious looks, scars all over their faces and the word "slave" engraved on their faces appeared in Xia Ling's sight one after another.

After seeing their faces clearly, Xia Ling's eyes instantly turned cold.

What a coincidence...

In the original text, it was a group of bandits who eventually killed the original owner.

Moreover, the characteristics described are exactly the same as those of the people in front of him.

Combined with their conversation, Xia Ling was completely certain that these were the cruel beasts in the original text who had raped countless innocent women and took pleasure in killing and robbing.

Haha, but the original text didn’t say that the original owner’s tragic death was instructed by someone, but now it seems... there is a hidden story behind it.

Wen Wan? Or the so-called senior brother Gu Qi?

Or are they other fellow disciples who hate the original owner and hope she dies?

It’s really... ridiculous.

Si Mufeng noticed her mood change immediately and guessed something based on what they said.

He didn't ask anything, but just said: "Since you want to learn swordsmanship, why not kill a few animals to practice. Just think of it as doing a good deed to eliminate harm for the people."

Before Xia Ling could say anything, the group of bandits noticed them.

"Boss, there's someone ahead."

The scarred man in the lead looked over here after hearing what he said.

When he saw Xia Ling, his eyes were instantly filled with dirty and explicit desires.

However, he did not dare to act rashly. Instead, he used his unique secret technique to probe the cultivation of the two men. After discovering that there was not a trace of spiritual power fluctuation, he no longer concealed his greed.

He took a few steps forward, his eyes lingering on Xia Ling's chest and face, his voice so sticky that it gave people goose bumps, "Why did you come to this desolate mountain, young lady? Are you lost? How about I take you out?"

When the others heard him speak, they became emboldened, laughed wildly, and sweared at him.

"Boss, this girl is pretty. When you've had enough, she'll give the brothers some fun too!"

"Haha, it's just that the breasts are a little small, but the face is okay."

"Boss, the guy next to her is pretty good looking too. I might give it a try."

"Biaozi, are you so hungry that you're dizzy? Didn't you have enough fun in the past few days?"

Xia Ling felt so sick that she wanted to vomit. Except for the day when she just crossed over, she once again had the real intention to kill.

This kind of person really doesn't deserve to die. She wouldn't feel the slightest bit of guilt even if she killed him a thousand times.

Xia Ling subconsciously turned his head to look at Simu Feng. As expected, he looked terrible. Without any hesitation, he took out his iron sword and rushed forward.

Most of them were in the Qi training stage, and only one was in the early stage of foundation building. With Simu Feng around, even if she couldn't win, she wouldn't be killed.

Xia Ling had already weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He held the iron sword tightly in his hand, used the Wind Spirit Technique to nimbly dodge their attacks, and found the right opportunity to strike them directly.

"Damn it!" The bandit whose eyes were pierced by a sword was extremely angry, "Kill this bitch!"

"If you don't agree, hit me. Why are you barking like a dog?" Xia Ling sneered with disdain.

When the knife came, he rolled over and bent down to avoid it. Then, in front of the stunned eyes of several people, he jumped up and stabbed with his long sword, cutting off the thing in his lower body.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” screams resounded through the sky.

The man's face turned pale instantly, and he fell to the ground, rolling over and over with one hand covering his eyes and the other covering his lower body.

It was quite embarrassing.

Xia Ling did not forget to taunt, "A mean person can be invincible, but it's a pity that you are not even organic creatures. So I can only ask you to die~"

"Third brother! Fuck, brothers, kill this bitch!" The other men were surprised to see that Xia Ling was able to fight back. They no longer relaxed and focused their fire on Xia Ling with fierce eyes.

Xia Ling had never learned swordsmanship and was just relying on his intuition.

So although he was able to tie with them at the beginning by relying on his cultivation, and even took the opportunity to kill three of them, he gradually lost the upper hand under the siege of so many people.

Fortunately, her body was as flexible as a monkey king with special powers, and she was not hurt at all.

The bandits all had more or less bloody wounds on their bodies.

Xia Ling did not try to show off. When his spiritual power was almost exhausted, he shouted for help, "Second Brother, the child needs support! Help me!"

When they started fighting, he killed five beasts, then climbed up the tree to watch the show. Simu Feng flicked his sleeves and responded calmly: "I will naturally agree to your request, Junior Sister."

As Xia Ling became increasingly exhausted, Si Mufeng casually threw out a few poisoned silver needles, and every one of them hit his target.

The speed of those people was obviously much slower, and even their faces were gradually turning purple.

“That’s awesome.”

Xia Ling couldn't help but praise him.

But before he could react, Si Mufeng, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed him by the collar and took him away from the center of the fight.

After putting Xia Ling in a safe area and waiting for her to stand firmly, Si Mufeng reached out his hand to her, "Give me the bamboo stick... bamboo flute."

"Okay." Although Xia Ling was a little confused, seeing that group of people were rushing over here, he didn't say anything and handed it over obediently.

Simu Feng took it, flexed his wrist, and glanced at Xia Ling, "The first move of Wushuang is extremely simple. I will only teach you once."

"okay!"

Before Xia Ling finished speaking, Si Mufeng beside him disappeared like lightning.

When I looked again, he had already appeared in front of them, holding the flute like a sword, and his momentum was as strong as a rainbow.

With a slight turn of his wrist, he pierced one of them's heart easily.

The moment the spiritual energy spread out, Xia Ling couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The bandits were horrified, their voices trembling with panic, "How is it possible! He is a Jindan cultivator!"

"Damn it..." The bandit leader knew he couldn't escape, his face was fierce, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fight him! Kill him and then fuck this woman to death!"

"Yes!"

As they attacked like mad dogs, Simu Feng dodged the incoming swords and looked at Xia Ling nonchalantly, smiling: "Little Junior Sister, watch out."

As he spoke, he soared into the air, spun around in the air, and swung out a sharp sword energy. The bamboo flute was like a sword, and after being swept by the majestic spiritual energy, it actually had a layer of blurred sword shadow.

Under Xia Ling's admiring gaze, Simu Feng lightly tapped the fallen leaves in the air to leverage their force and lunge forward.

His robes fluttered, and his body was like a swimming dragon. The golden purple spiritual energy, at an incredible speed, carried lightning and transformed into countless spiritual blades, instantly chopping off the heads and "disgusting things" of several people's lower bodies.

The blood gushed out like a fountain in the next second, dyeing the ground blood red. Several incomplete corpses fell to the ground, splashing blood.

From beginning to end, only one person remained calm and composed, without panicking for a moment.

A breeze blew by. Simu Feng stood in the center of the pool of blood and looked at Xia Ling who was stunned in front of him. The corners of his lips curled up, and there was a hint of smile in his peach blossom eyes. "The first move of the unparalleled move - Soul Slash. Did you learn it, Junior Sister?"

The young man was dressed in red, looking flamboyant and unrestrained, with a chic posture, totally different from his usual lazy and decadent appearance.

Even though Xia Ling had never seen Si Mufeng when he was known as a sword-cultivating genius, in Xia Ling's eyes, he was still full of vigor and vitality, and dazzling.

But time cannot be reversed after all, and his slightly trembling hands secretly indicated that his physical condition had deteriorated to the point where it could not be recovered.

Now it seemed that the injury on his wrist was several times more serious than she had imagined.

Really...no one can escape this fate.

Xia Ling suppressed his emotions and smiled brightly, "Yes, I got it. Thank you, Second Senior Brother!"

...From now on, she should learn and comprehend on her own.

Si Mufeng wanted to let her practice, but he glanced at the mess around him and frowned slightly.

He strode across the pool of blood and walked to the clean area, then immediately cast a cleansing spell on himself, his disdain was very obvious, "It's not advisable to stay here for too long, let's leave first."

Xia Ling naturally had no objection, "Shall we go back to the city?"

"No." Simu Feng threw the bloodstained bamboo flute aside, took out the paper fan again, and said meaningfully: "I heard that the disciples of Yinmiao Sect and Yujian Sect have been training in Youku Secret Realm recently. How about we join in the fun and train a little?"

"...Okay." Seeing that he had a malicious look on his face, Xia Ling lit a candle for those people in her heart.

Although the Youku Secret Realm is only a small-scale secret realm, it is also considered an important area in the original text.

Because the heroine Wen Wan not only contracted the Phoenix mythical beast in it, but also relied on the original owner's top-grade water spiritual roots to display her skills and won countless praises.

She received numerous praises upon her first official appearance in the world of cultivation, which also brought honor to the Yin Miao Sect. This can be regarded as an important plot that consolidated her position as the group's favorite.

However... without the original owner's spiritual roots this time, will the plot be exactly the same?

"What are you thinking about?"

Simu Feng's lazy voice sounded, Xia Ling collected his scattered thoughts and looked up at him with a serious face, "Second Brother, have you ever heard a saying?"

"?"

Si Mufeng: "Explain clearly."

"You give yourself an identity when you go out!" Xia Ling said solemnly, "I just thought about it and I think we should keep a low profile in the future."

Choosing to enter the secret realm means there is a chance of encountering those people from the Yinmiao Sect, but before she is able to protect herself, she does not want to be exposed to the public eye.

The words "dirty development" were engraved in her mind due to the influence of a certain 5v5 game.

Si Mufeng smiled: "So?"

Xia Ling held his chin, thought for a moment and said, "How about this, before we return to the sect, we are a pair of casual practitioners. I practice music, you practice talismans, and we wander around to make money and survive. What do you think of this identity reason, Second Brother!"

No matter what others think about the brother and sister lineup of Yin Xiu and Fu Xiu, they probably won't associate it with the Wangyue Sect.

Si Mufeng didn't refute, but raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why not change your name? How about calling yourself Si Xiaoliu?"

"?"

Xia Ling was dissatisfied, "Then why don't you call me Xia Xiaoer."

Si Mufeng said nothing, but smiled and took out a spirit stone crystal card from his storage ring and handed it to her.

Crystal card... This thing can only be obtained by depositing at least 50,000 high-quality spirit stones in a business bank. It is similar to a modern bank card.

It seems that only the sect is poor, not the heir of the sword cultivation family...

Xia Ling's eyes were dazzled by the invisible yet dazzling light of money, and he raised his hand in an exaggerated manner to half-cover his eyes.

Then he cleared his throat and honestly took it with his other hand.

"Well, actually, I really think the name Si Xiaoliu is quite impressive! From now on, when I go out, I will be Si Xiaoliu!"

Compared with the power of money, this little thing is nothing!

Her answer was expected and Si Mufeng was not surprised at all.

After burning the broken body with spiritual fire, he walked forward, "Xiao Liu, remember that when you are out, your second senior brother's name is Si Lin."

Si Lin? That's pretty easy to pronounce.

"Got it!" Xia Ling replied with a smile, and then carefully put the crystal card into the jade bracelet.

"Why aren't you following me?" Si Mufeng knew she was grinning even without looking back.

"Here I come, Brother Si Lin!" After Xia Ling burned the dirty sword with the fire talisman, he hurriedly trotted over to his side.

Simu Feng: "I made the bamboo flute dirty. I'll give you a new one later."

Xia Ling waved his hand indifferently, "Well, it's no big deal, no need to compensate! By the way, Senior Brother, can you teach me how to draw basic talismans when you have time? I think it's quite interesting."

Simu Feng laughed, "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble again?"

Xia Ling shrugged: "Failure is normal, just try more. It's not my style to deny myself with a failure."

"But I sincerely hope that you can think the same way, brother! After all, you are the goal I want to emulate right now, and you have a great image."

"..."

The goal...

The folding fan in Si Mufeng's hand was slightly wrinkled. He chuckled softly, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

After a long while, under Xia Ling's silent gaze, he finally couldn't ignore it anymore and compromised: "Alright...if you want to learn, I'll teach you. But let me make it clear first, I'm also a half-baked person, so I can't teach you too much."

Seeing that he agreed, Xia Ling felt relieved and said with a chuckle, "Hehe, it's okay! If Second Senior Brother also doesn't know how to do something, then we can learn together. Isn't that great!"

If he had achieved some success in the study of talismans, the ending might not have been as tragic as in the original text.

I just hope that everything she does can play a positive role in the future, even if it’s just a little bit.

Fearing that Si Mufeng might suddenly change his mind, Xia Ling ran a few steps forward to get in front of him and started talking about all sorts of things. In short, she said whatever sounded good:

"Anyway, I have discovered that you, Second Brother, are a really good person. Not only are you capable, but you are also very loyal! You are simply amazing!"

Simu Feng's lips subconsciously rose, he raised his fan to hide the smile on his face, and deliberately dragged out his voice to ask: "Does it mean that before this, Junior Sister always thought I was not that good?"

“…Haha…Absolutely not?” Xia Ling felt a little guilty and tried to argue with an awkward smile.

The two of them were chatting idly, with the sun still warm and bright in front of them and the sunset about to set behind them.