Chapter 1538: pursue

Wang Xian has a deep understanding of the power of ruthless kendo.
First dig out your own heart, condense the sword heart, and forget feelings.
Forget the most important person in your heart, and cut off all friendship, love, and affection.
Even the Ao Jian and Golden Swordfish clan have blood constraints. Before practicing ruthless swordsmanship, they handed their hearts to Wang Xian for fear that they would not obey the Dragon King's orders.
Ling Jian'er, apparently first glimpsed the doorway, Wang Qing has been completed, according to the next ruthless sword training, she needs to be sentient.
Reconsolidate your love, affection and friendship!
However, this process is also very complicated. From having no emotions to being sentient, the process may take decades, even hundreds of years, or even more.
"When I first met Ling Jian'er, she was also a problem girl with a twisted mind and a twisted mind. She was not confused by her powerful charm. This time, it will still be the same!"
The corner of Wang Xian's mouth was slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his face.
Compared to the news that Ling Jianer had died, she was still alive, which was the best thing Wang Xian thought.
Lying quietly on the ship, Wang Xian looked at Ling Jian'er's position with dark and dark eyes, with a smile on his face.
Time passed slowly, and it didn't take long before Ling Jian'er and the others went back, and the crowd walked towards a luxurious mansion.
Wang Xian has been following behind, with his current understanding of light and darkness, hiding himself, even a strong man of the eighth order of the hole can't sense his existence.
Following Ling Jian'er, she came to a separate courtyard, and someone brought her dinner.
Ling Jian'er, who had finished eating, took out a long sword and swung it in the courtyard.
Sitting in the shadow of the roof, Wang Xian looked at him with satisfaction.
Ling Jian'er practiced the sword until around nine o'clock, then returned to the room and sat on the bed to practice.
After looking at Ling Jian'er who was in the cultivation state, Wang Xian slowly stood up.
After hesitating, he moved his arm and two sculptures appeared in his hands.
Two sculptures, one is Wang Xian himself and the other is Ling Jian'er. This is how they looked when they first met.
With a light wave of his arm, the sculpture fell on the doorway.
Immediately after his figure disappeared directly, merged into the darkness, and flew towards the position of the Holy Medicine Hospital.
He wants to deal with the matter at the Holy Medicine Medical Hall and will follow Ling Jian'er specifically in the future.
"Wow!"
Not long after Wang Xian left, Ling Jian'er's door opened automatically.
Sitting on the bed, she stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the two sculptures on the ground.
She frowned slightly and picked it up, slowly revealing a cold color in her eyes.
Wang Xian's sculpture was directly crushed. She looked at her sculpture, slightly stunned, and put it into the space ring.
She came to the yard and looked around, frowning.
She who has cut off her emotions and desires is very powerful in perception. Just now, she has been faintly feeling that someone is watching.
But does she know where the person is? Now it looks like it is!
"That young man, what are you going to do?"
Ling Jian'er murmured, stood in front of the door for a while, entered the room and continued to practice.
"Uncle Huber, I may be away for a period of time next. You give this space ring to the museum owner as the cost of this period of time!"
"In addition, hold this space ring, Bo Huber yourself!"
Back in the holy medicine hospital, Wang Xian called Lao Hu over and said to him.
"Huh? Pastor Wang, do you want it?"
Huber looked at him in surprise.
"I won't leave for the time being, but there are some things to deal with!"
Wang Xian said directly.
"Pastor Wang, I will tell the curator of this place. The curator should keep it for you, so you can take care of your own affairs!"
Old Hu said with a smile.
"That's fine, thank you for this time!"
Wang Xian patted Lao Hu on the shoulder and left with a smile.
"Although you are very mysterious, Prince Prince, you are a good person!"
Lao Hu looked at Wang Xian's figure and smiled faintly.
He looked at the two space rings in his hand, and when he opened it, his eyes widened slightly, full of shock.
"Sect Master Ling!"
When he arrived at the inn where Sect Master Ling lived, Wang Xian's voice came into it.
"Squeak!"
"Little Brother Wang Xian, come in!"
The window opened, and Sect Master Ling's voice came from inside.
"Sect Master Ling, I have seen Ling Jian'er!"
Wang Xian went inside and said directly.
"Is Jian'er..."
Sect Master Ling looked at Wang Xian and spoke.
"I don't know me anymore, her ruthless swordsmanship has been practiced to the point of forgetfulness, but I will let her remember everything before!"
Wang Xian said to him, hesitated for a moment, and continued: "Sect Master Ling, I am going to hide next to Ling Jian'er to protect her from now on. Could you please go to a place in the waters of the North Stream and go to the Ruthless Swordsman Sect!"
"That sect was created by me not long ago, and Ren Xingchen is also there, you let them all come over!"
"Yes, I am more at ease with you guarding Jian'er!"
Sect Master Ling nodded.
After the two talked for a while, Wang Xian left directly and flew towards Ling Jian'er.
When he came to the roof of Ling Jian'er and found that the statue had disappeared, he was also slightly taken aback.
"Practicing ruthless swordsmanship, the perception will be very scary, it seems that I have to be more hidden!"
He muttered, lying on the roof, quietly looking at Ling Jian'er who was sitting on the bed cultivating.
In the morning, Ling Jian'er woke up and started practicing swordsmanship. After a while, someone brought food.
After eating, Ling Jian'er went to a library in the mansion and quietly flipped through various books.
In the afternoon, the young man from yesterday came to Ling Jian'er to go out to play, but Ling Jian'er refused.
In the evening, continue to practice swords and sit cross-legged.
Wang Xian stayed in secret for a whole day. At night, with a wave of his arm, the two sculptures were thrown at the door again.
He hopes that in this way, some of her memories can be awakened.
However, when he saw Ling Jian'er crushing his sculpture directly into pieces, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
But fortunately, she put away her own sculpture.
"Your Royal Highness, the emperor is here, calling you over!"
In the morning, a maid came to the library and said to Ling Jian'er.
"Okay, I'll go over!"
Ling Jian'er nodded, put down the book, and walked outside with the maid.
"Is the emperor of the Bingxin Dynasty? It seems to be a strong man of the seventh order of Dongxu!"
Wang Xian secretly said in his heart, hiding under the light, quietly following behind.
After one day yesterday, he also learned some news, for example, Ling Jian'er is now the princess of the Bingxin Dynasty.
He was accepted as a closed disciple by an ancestor of the Bingxin Dynasty.