Under the moon.
Two figures slowly walked down the wooden street.
A man and a woman had different thoughts.
A breeze blew, and Maoyue Xiyan, who had just soaked in the hot spring, trembled slightly as if she felt a chill.
The boy beside him didn't say anything, nor did he have any intention of asking.
He directly pulled the cloak that Weitake had given him when he left the Uchiha clan from his shoulder and casually wrapped it around her body.
Without saying any unnecessary words, he held the girl's shoulder in his arms and the two of them continued to walk along the street.
It was very warm.
This was the first time he felt so reliable.
The girl who did not know how to refuse looked at everything in confusion.
It seemed so natural.
It was also as if she should have leaned into the other party's embrace to keep warm.
Maoyue Xiyan's home was located in the ordinary residential area of Muye.
However, in their family, every generation belonged to the backbone of the Muye family, inheriting the Muye Style Swordsmanship. In this generation, there was only one girl, but her strength did not disappoint her old father.
The girl's house was right in front of them after they reached the last street.
Stopping in his tracks, Eight Swords looked over. In the next moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
A thin figure was waiting there.
Eight Swords knew this person.
a sickly invalid, moonlight and gale.
In the original work, it had some connection with the moon.
When he saw the current appearance of the Eight Swords and Maoyue Xiyan, an abnormal flush appeared on his already pale face.
His breathing also became rapid.
Obviously, the scene in front of him stimulated him, who had been in poor health since he was young.
Moonlight Gale.
In the original novel, the minor characters were only particularly powerful.
He died on the eve of Mu Ye's plan to collapse.
The eight swords merely glanced at him before losing interest and looking away.
He took Maoyue Xiyan to her door.
After sending the girl off, Eight Swords turned around and left without looking at Moonlight Gale again.
Moonlight Gale was already a loser the moment he and Mao Yue Xiyan stepped into the bathhouse.
There was no pity for the loser, nor would he deliberately be cold.
If the other party was still a man, he would probably block his way and want to challenge him.
But he was not.
He watched the eight swords leave the alley in silence, but the indifference that the man left him made him struggle in his heart.
After the Eight Swords left, Moonlight Gale looked at the door that had suddenly loosened.
He slowly opened it, and the girl inside hugged the cloak apologetically.
She walked in too quickly and forgot that she was still wearing someone else's clothes.
However, when he came out, he did not see Eight Swords. He had wanted to take another look at him.
Xiyan sighed in disappointment and met Moonlight and Gale's questioning eyes.
"Why?"
Moonlight Gale seemed to be a little excited as he spat out these three words with great effort.
"What do you mean why?"
Maoyue Xiyan was confused.
"You will choose him. He is a useless person who only knows how to sleep in class. You should know…"
It seemed that in Moonlight and Gale's eyes, Mao Yue Xiyan had a good impression of him.
But now, everything was different.
The shocking question made Maoyue Xiyan's expression instantly turn cold.
"Shut up."
"Remember, the gap between you and him is like a chasm!"”
"He's not someone you can slander.”
"Also, please don't block my door and pester me when I come back in the future.”
"Although he didn't say it, I knew that he would be unhappy if he saw it.”
"That's all."
After closing the door, Maoyue Xiyan returned to her home.
Moonlight and Gale's words were more like what he said to himself, the moment he put on his cloak.
She had already confirmed her feelings.
In this life, she would try her best to catch up with the pace of the Eight Swords!
...
"Phew."
The familiar training ground.
He had been admiring the cherry blossoms during the day, and he had obviously not finished cultivating the Eight Swords.
The daily mission would refresh after midnight. If he didn't complete it, Eight Swords probably wouldn't be able to sleep well.
That was a progress bar of 0.2%.
Although it wasn't much, it was a real improvement every time.
He waved his saber and slashed.
He had gained many new slashing techniques from his fight with Zhishui, and he wanted to classify and apply these techniques more accurately.
Although it was just an ordinary slash, it still had some technique!
The extra movements when swinging the saber would slow down the attack by a little, and that short gap would also be seized by the experts to strike first.
This was the comprehension of the eight swords today.
Instant Body Still Water, his strength was unbelievably strong!
He obviously wouldn't use his full strength when fighting against the eight swords. At the very least, he didn't even use the Instant Movement Technique.
He was still far from it.
If it was just the power of the template, he was indeed very strong. However, with his age, the combat power he could display was also restricted.
The evil spirits of the Death God's World were even more violent and wild than the power of Wooden Sword Eight.
It was a terrifying power that could tear his body apart after the explosion!
Taking a deep breath, the eight swords began to cultivate.
The moment he swung his blade, a green shadow descended from the sky.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven!"
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight!"
"9999!"
"Uh…"
Thud.
The man in green tight-fitting clothes fell down from the wooden stake in a simple and unadorned manner. He was not dejected at all. Instead, he waved his arms fiercely, appearing abnormally excited.
"10,000 inverted jumps failed! Change it to 2,000 side kicks!"
The corners of his mouth twitched as he shook his head.
He even suspected that this guy was deliberately failing to add more training programs to himself.
Maitekai?
If he came, the night would probably not be so boring.
Swoosh!
The hacking continued.
Under the moonlight, two figures began their strange training in the training ground.
One of them kicked the willow tree that was panting.
The other waved his saber, seemingly having grasped a certain rhythm and not knowing fatigue.
Bang!
Swoosh!
The cultivation symphony sounded.
Night fell.
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