Chapter 15: I don't like people pointing their swords at me

After digesting all the digestible knowledge in the memory of the'Pill God', Lou Qianxue thought, left the mountain and river space, stood up, moved her body, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful white face. .
"The space of mountains and rivers is really extraordinary. I have been cultivating for ten days in total, but only one day has passed in the real world, and on this day, I have undergone earth-shaking changes! It is a god!" Resolve: "Even with the help of gods and objects, I will try my best to cultivate and become a human being, so that I can live up to the wonderful inheritance of the Sanhelou family."
After practicing for ten days, Lou Qianxue's spirit has been tense. Now that she relaxes and feels tired, she immediately decided to take a rest.
On the second day, after sleeping, Lou Qianxue opened the door and stretched out to the morning light: "It's another day, it's great."
Today, she decided to return "Bengshan Fist" back to the library, and then went to see the alchemy union-some time ago, she heard that the president of the alchemy union was recruiting apprentices. She had no interest before, but now she has' Pill God's memory, not being an alchemist is simply a violent thing, so she plans to go and see.
Walking out of the yard, many servants of the City Lord's Mansion were encountered along the way.
Those people didn't ignore her as they did in the past. After seeing her, they looked at her with a weird look, and some people gathered together and whispered about something.
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows and moved closer.
"...I don't know why she started to practice. Now it is Lingwu Sanzhong... Even more powerful is that she only beat Lingwu Wuzhong's outer bell with one punch!"
"That's... Elder Nine said that she has reached the Xiaocheng state of Bengshan Fist... It is incredible. In the entire City Lord's Mansion, among the younger generation, only Miss Xingchen has practiced Bengshan Fist to the Xiaocheng state. Miss Qianxue is better than Miss Xingchen. Two years younger, it's not bad at all..."
The voices of those people were full of exclamation and praise. Lou Qianxue felt bored after hearing a few words, and ignored them and went to the library.
Soon, she got outside the library gate.
About to go in.
suddenly--
"Lou Qianxue, stop for me!"
There was a sharp shout, suddenly coming from behind, that voice was a bit familiar...
Lou Qianxue thought as she walked forward.
Before taking two steps, ‘brush’, a sword light glowing with cold light, the overbearing danger and danger blocked her in front of her.
Lou Qianxue frowned slightly, and looked at the incoming person—a long blue dress, long hair tied high, and a simple high ponytail. Not very beautiful, but with a deep outline, which looked a bit heroic.
Lou Qianxue realized: "Lou Xiaoxiao."
Lou Xiaoxiao is the elder sister of Louwaizhong, and now she is the seventh master of Lingwu. She is different from Louwaizhong's favorites. She is a martial idiot. In order to practice, she doesn’t even marry anyone. In Qingyun City, They are all strange women.
"Lou Qianxue." Lou Xiaoxiao pointed at Lou Qianxue with a ugly expression: "You dare to break my brother's Tejin, I must seek justice for my brother today!"
"I don't like people pointing their swords at me." Lou Qianxue faintly stretched out her hand, pinching the blade, and moving Lou Xiaoxiao's long sword away from her eyes, then condensed her eyebrows and looked at Lou Xiaoxiao in doubt: "What did you say? Shake off the hands of the clock outside the building? Did you find the wrong person? I did fight with the clock outside the building, but I didn't move his hands."
"Who else could you be? I've made it clear. Only you and the Nine Elders who have touched Xiao Zhong. It is impossible to hurt Xiao Zhong's hand muscles. Only you, with Bengshan Fist..." Lou Xiaoxiao was furious, but still resisted his anger and reasoned with Lou Qianxue.
When Lou Qianxue heard her say this, her expression couldn't help but become subtle: "Wait... these shouldn't be told by the bell outside the building? Where did you hear about this?"