Snow Color

Chapter 177 Tianlong 8 Part 3

What happened next happened as expected. Xiaoyaozi sent the others away, leaving only Xueying behind. After all, she was still young and still needed his personal instruction.

Xueying settled down in Changchun Valley with her master. This place is like a paradise, with spring-like weather all year round, pleasant climate and picturesque scenery. Sometimes the outside of the valley is shrouded in mist, and the air is so fresh that it seems to be filtered. Xueying deeply feels that this is a perfect place to live in seclusion.

Time flies by like a white horse. Not long after, Xueying and her master received the good news that Senior Brother Wuyazi and Senior Sister Li Qiushui had tied the knot. The master had no intention of going, but he hoped that Xueying could attend the wedding and take this opportunity to let her experience life outside.

After bidding farewell to her master, Xueying stepped out of Changchun Valley. Seeing that she still had plenty of time, she decided to enjoy the scenery along the way and have some good training.

After coming down the mountain, the first thing Xueying did was to buy a good horse. She walked into the market and saw a horse with well-proportioned lines and a strong body among many horses. The horse was snow-white, like a fairy descending from the earth. Xueying fell in love with it at first sight and decided to buy it immediately.

After buying the horse, Xueying began to think about what name to give it. She stroked the horse's mane and murmured to herself: "You are so beautiful, as pure and white as snowflakes... Got it! I'll call you Xiaobai!" As she spoke, she gently patted the horse's back.

However, Xiaobai seemed dissatisfied with the name and moved his front hooves as if in protest. But Xueying did not notice his dissatisfaction and thought the name was simple and nice.

"Yingying, do you want to reconsider the name you chose? It seems a bit too casual." Tuanzi couldn't help but remind her.

Xueying looked at Tuanzi with a puzzled look and asked, "Why? I think this name sounds nice! Look, its fur is all snow-white, so it's very suitable to be called Xiaobai! How about Xiaoyun? Although it's also good, I don't think it's as appropriate as Xiaobai."

Tuanzi shook his head helplessly, thinking: Xueying is really bad at naming! He sighed and said, "Okay, since you like it, then let's call it Xiaobai. I hope it will get used to this name in the future."

Xueying happily rode Xiaobai forward, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way, feeling particularly happy. Xiaobai seemed to have gradually accepted his new name, and took brisk steps to embark on an unknown journey with Xueying.

Along the way, Xueying enjoyed the beautiful scenery and unique ethnic customs of Dali. However, she was not just a spectator during this trip. Xueying had fought with others, learned skills from others, and even taught some people a lesson.

Seeing that Xueying was still young and had no one around, these people looked down on her and thought she was easy to bully. In addition, Xueying's elegant clothes made them greedy. And Xueying's beautiful appearance also aroused their obscene thoughts.

At that time, Xueying was sitting quietly by the tea stall, enjoying a moment of peace. But soon, she noticed a solemn atmosphere around her, and people around her moved away. At first, Xueying just wanted to teach them a lesson. However, when she saw the disgusting look in their eyes, she changed her mind. These people were already destined to die, so they couldn't be left alone. Besides, if she let them go, would they be allowed to harm others?

So Xueying stood up resolutely and stared at them with a look as if she was looking at a dead person. At that moment, her eyes revealed indifference, as if telling these people: Don't mess with me, otherwise you will bear the consequences!

When the gang saw this scene, they were so upset. They were about to rush over and teach this little bastard who dared to look down on them a lesson, so that they could feel good about themselves, and then send him to the brothel and hand him over to the madam. This way they could make a lot of money! When they thought of the money, they couldn't help laughing.

Xueying didn't give them a chance to continue talking, and directly showed the Qingli Sword in her hand. Yes, it was the Qingli Sword, which Xueying had kept in the system space. In this world, Xueying could take it out and use it, but due to the suppression of the rules of this world, this sword looked like just an ordinary sword.

Xueying was already very familiar with this sword, and she was more comfortable with it. Moreover, it was one of her favorite weapons, so she decided to use it in this world. When she first took out this sword, Xueying had to work hard to come up with a bunch of excuses, and finally explained to her master the origin of this sword - she said that it was a weapon she accidentally found in a mountain, it was very easy to use, extremely sharp, and could easily cut iron like mud, and the sword body was cold and shining, it was definitely a rare good sword.

The sword was unsheathed, a flash of cold light passed, and Xueying returned to her original position like lightning, as if nothing had happened. However, in just a few breaths, a life-and-death battle had quietly ended.

Xueying gently picked up the handkerchief and carefully wiped the sword. She could feel the dissatisfaction and disgust of the Qingli Sword, which seemed to be very unhappy about being stained with the blood of these people. So, while wiping it, she gently comforted the Qingli Sword that had been with her for a long time.

Finally, with a loud bang, the bodies of those people fell down as if they had just woken up from a dream, lying lifeless on the ground. There were still stiff smiles on their faces, as if they knew nothing about death.

The people around witnessed this thrilling scene, and a chill surged in their hearts. This seemingly weak young lady was so decisive and ruthless, like a cold-blooded female demon. Everyone fled in all directions, not daring to look at her again.