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Chapter 7. Flying with a Sword
Jiang Jianxin couldn't deny it. In fact, if Lin Xin'an wanted to stick to her, she really had no way to stop him.

At present, she has indeed awakened some of the Sword Master abilities described in the diary, such as being able to swing the sword to chop people, and she also knows some sword techniques.

But as a glorious and majestic righteous master, Xiao Jianzun did not say how to deal with stalkers and those who are just idiots.

In fact, when the Little Sword Master faces someone he doesn't like, he usually just raises his sword and chop him down without saying a word.

Jiang Jianxin couldn't kill Lin Xin'an because this man had once jumped into a sea of ​​corpses to protect him.

Although he has his own motives, he is still a good person.

So after arriving at the garden community where he lived, Jiang Jianxin glanced at Lin Xin'an who got out of the car, his face full of helplessness:

"Your arm isn't even healed yet, why don't you just go back to your asylum?"

Lin Xin'an stroked his hair in the heavy rain.

He hated this kind of heavy rain. It soaked him like a drowned dog and he couldn't maintain his handsome look.

But the car that Blind Sister sent to pick him up didn't have an umbrella, so he had to get wet when he got out of the car. At this time, he said anxiously:
"No, let's stop talking about this and go into the building."

Although all the polluted monsters within a ten-mile radius were killed by Tang Guang's shocking sword, their resurrection speed was visibly fast.

There were already resurrected pollution monsters staggering around in the community, the ground was littered with broken limbs and debris, blood and soil mixed together, forming a small red river that flowed into the sewer.

Jiang Jianxin took a look at the stumps on the ground. She had just gotten out of the car when she stepped on a severed hand. It was limp and made her feel physically uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything.

Lin Xin'an just glanced at it indifferently, then looked up at the garden area and said meaningfully:
"Your neighborhood... the landscaping is pretty good."

Jiang Jianxin glanced at him:
"I want to hear plain words."

Lin Xin'an didn't say a word, but leaned forward and hugged her arm tightly with the hand that could still move.

"Let's go together."

He looked pitiful again.

Lin Xin'an only had one hand that could be used, and he didn't hold her very tightly. If Jiang Jianxin wanted to, she could easily pry his arms apart.

But she took one look at the heavy rain and didn't take any action.

The girl straightened her back, letting him hold her left arm, and picked up the Tangguang Sword with her right hand:
"Those trees are haunted, aren't they?"

The garden community where she lives does attach great importance to greening. The avenue leading into the community is lined with willow trees. Now is not the season when willow trees are evergreen, but the treetops on both sides of the road have turned a emerald green, forming a bold and colorful stroke in the world of gray and red.

At this time, their slender branches were fluttering in the wind and rain, and at first glance, there was nothing unusual.

"They're all contaminated. They've become a polluting species, sucking the blood of those who pass by. Look at this avenue. The broken limbs are shrunken because they've absorbed all the blood."

Lin Xin'an said.

Jiang Jianxin frowned and glanced at the road in front of him.

The densely packed corpses, looking withered, looked even more frightening after being soaked by the rain.

They form a sharp contrast with the green willow trees, like a silent horror film.

Jiang Jianxin closed his eyes and recalled the contents of Jian Zun's diary:

[Sunny weather on March 18]

[After reaching the fifth stage of Qi training]

[Master finally agreed to teach me the art of sword control]

[The mantra is called...]

"Tangguang, the immortal way."

The Tangguang Sword shook, slowly floated in the air, making a buzzing sound, and Jiang Jianxin stepped on it.

Although it was the first time she could remember flying a sword, she acted as if she had done it a thousand times.

Her body memory helped her maintain her balance quickly, and she stepped firmly on the sword, with the blade ten centimeters off the ground. Jiang Jianxin first lifted the stunned Lin Xin'an onto the sword.

The latter stepped on the sword and felt that the narrow and slender sword could only support half of his foot. He relied entirely on Jiang Jianxin's hand on his shoulder to maintain his balance.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he dared not move: "You, you, you... have the war camps evolved to be so awesome now?"

Jiang Jianxin gritted his teeth and said:

"Now is not the time to talk about this, just stand still."

People who practice Taoism must draw strength from their Dantian. When Jiang Jianxin read novels before, she didn't know where the Dantian was. She always thought it was an organ unique to those who practice Taoism.

Until she became the Sword Master... and discovered that the Dantian was the stomach.

The shocking sword she had struck earlier had already transformed last night's leftovers and today's breakfast into energy.

The Sword Master can absorb spiritual energy by himself, but this world seems to have no spiritual energy. Jiang Jianxin cannot feel that invisible gas, but can only feel his stomach getting hungrier and hungrier.

There is still a little food left. Jiang Jianxin doesn't plan to kill them because it consumes too much spiritual energy. Using the Tangguang Sword to carry her through quickly can save a lot.

At this time, she stopped talking nonsense and directly urged the Tangguang Sword to pass through at an extremely fast speed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Lin Xin'an had never ridden such a high-speed sword before, and he let out a series of screams.

The green willow branches brushed past his face, and he could see the dancing branches.

"Crash-"

The cold wind whistled in his ears, and the falling raindrops hit his face like water.

Jiang Jianxin remained calm. The flying willow branches slowed down in her eyes, and the Tangguang Sword carried her flexibly through the air.

"Om - hum -"

Before Lin Xin'an finished his first series of screams, the two of them had already flown over the willow grove and arrived downstairs where Jiang Jianxin lived.

"Bang!"

The iron door of the unit was already in tatters. Jiang Jianxin put down his sword and dragged Lin Xin'an down with him.

The latter put down his sword and let out a "wow" sound, spitting out a ball of unknown object.

Jiang Jianxin looked at him with disgust as he squatted on the ground and retched continuously.

"Are you dizzy with swords?"

Lin Xin'an glanced at him and wiped the rain off his face again.

He felt that since he met Jiang Jianxin, his elegant and handsome image had not lasted for a quarter of an hour.

"Ahem...Is it okay? Ahem..."

Lin Xin'an coughed several times in pain.

While he was recovering, Jiang Jianxin looked at the dim corridor through the broken iron door.

There was no sign of the pollution monster, but broken arms and legs and bloodstains could be seen along the way.

Jiang Jianxin used the last bit of his spiritual power to control the sword. He felt weak and his stomach kept rumbling.

The Tangguang Sword next to it had lost its suspended state due to the loss of spiritual power support, and was now held in Jiang Jianxin's hand.

The three-foot-long sword blade gleamed with a faint light under the skylight.

"You stay here first, I'll go in and take a look."

Jiang Jianxin warned.

Lin Xin'an glanced at the pollution monsters wandering around the community, quickly stood up and tightly grasped Jiang Jianxin's sleeve:

"Don't leave me."

Jiang Jianxin frowned:

"I have a feeling there's a big monster in there. You don't have the ability to fight, so following me will only be a burden."

(End of this chapter)