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There was only one red bean fir planted in the corner of the courtyard, and red bean firs didn’t drop too many leaves; most of the leaves in the courtyard fell in from the trees outside the courtyard wall.

So, Ning Fei walked out of the Qingfeng Guan and came to the open space in front of the main gate, the highest point of the green stone stairs.

This time Ning Fei used, not a peach wood sword, but the pendant sword he had drawn out with his Taichi Sun and Moon robe at the time.

It was a silver-coloured sword.

There was a scabbard, and the sword was opened with an open blade.

“It’s been quite a long trip to the grasslands and I haven’t had a sword dance for a long time.”

“So I’m going to do a sword dance.”

“The sword dance focuses on the atmosphere, and now is just the right time.”

Ning Fei said softly.

Looking away again, the netizens realised that the wind had picked up.

And the wind was getting stronger.

The branches of the trees were swaying gently, making a constant “rustling” sound.

Countless leaves were falling, and the steps were covered with leaves again, tumbling downwards from the top, falling to the ground and then floating away.

The scenery was very nice.

“Master Ning finally danced his sword, Master Qing back.”

“It was watching the sword dance into the pit back then.”

“Newcomers stare wide eyed and watch!”

Ning Fei unsheathed his sword, and for a moment, silver light appeared.

He did enjoy the sword dance as well, the sword was a traditional Chinese weapon that had always ranked high and might not be very powerful in terms of killing, but in the stories that had been passed down, it was often the sword that the warrior wore.

The sword technique Ning Fei chose this time was the Green Ping Sword.

His sword dance is described in a poem as:

“The sword is like a white snake spitting its letter, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a wandering dragon weaving, walking itself, sometimes light as a swallow, nudging the sword up, sometimes sudden as lightning, falling leaves crashing.”

To describe it in layman’s terms.

“It’s fucking beautiful.”

Many men and women in Chinese culture are obsessed with the world of martial arts.

Men aspire to be the great warrior with a sword, a warrior with great skill, a warrior who is quick to avenge his enemies, a warrior who is a master of the sword.

What women aspire to is to meet a warrior with a sword, handsome and dashing, who saves the day and then sells his body to the woman.

At this moment, Ning Fei’s sword dance allowed both sides to see the image they were most looking forward to.

“This Taoist Master is fierce!”

The newcomers didn’t know what to say anymore.

Many netizens said that they had originally planned to watch Towards 6, but who knew that they had entered Master Ning’s pit.

This was simply a treasure anchor!

At this moment, Ning Fei was having a different feeling.

That was that using a paired sword was even more sensational than using a peach wood sword.

There was a sound of breaking wind between each move.

And it was more aggressive.

So, this time, he felt very painful in his sword dance.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the task and gaining the additional skill: Warmth.”

Once Ning Fei had put away his sword, a prompt sounded in his mind.

In an instant, he felt a gentle sensation instantly appear in his Taoist robes.

It was a wonderful feeling, like bathing in the warm breeze of early spring, making one’s body very comfortable as well.

“Not bad.”

Ning Fei put his sword away and smiled.

As the autumn breeze rose, Ning Fei walked back to the Taoist temple.

Who would have thought that as soon as he returned to the Qingfeng Temple, Little Fox ran over to him with a pleading look of wanting a hug.

That cute look was too much for a fierce man to handle, so Ning Fei took it in his arms.

The little fox, however, went straight into Ning Fei’s clothes.

The Taichi Sun and Moon robe had a collar that could be lifted up from the long side, so the little fox could just get in.

Then, a witty scene appeared, as Ning Fei placed one hand on his chest and dragged the little fox up, with its entire body inside Ning Fei’s clothes and its little head exposed.

It squinted its eyes, looking extraordinarily enjoyable.

“You fellow, you’re smart.”

Ning Fei chuckled.

The clothes had only just been heated up, and the little fox knew to come over and rub the “heat”.

The little fox’s “spirituality” seemed to be a bit special.

The netizens didn’t know the effect of the Taichi Sun and Moon robe, but they found the scene heart warming and amusing.

A Taoist priest and a little white fox.

This combination might be another legendary story like Xu Xian and the White Snake, or Ning Cai Chen and the female ghost.

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