Detective Resurrection, Finding the Future of Women
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Xu Jing woke up faintly, opened her eyes and looked at Mo Fan with a smile on her face.

When she realized that she was lying in Mo Fan's arms, Xu Jing blushed and wanted to struggle.

“Do not move, just get up, wait until you recover a little physical strength,” Mo Fan said solemnly.

"Okay, okay ..." Xu Jing's voice was like a mosquito.

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly asked: "I, did I pass?"

"I graduated, and I nearly lit five stone monuments in one breath. Unfortunately, my luck was a bit bad, and I fainted at a critical moment," Mo Fan said with a smile.

"No, it's not bad luck, it's power ..." Xu Jing shook her head, she wanted to explain something, but Mo Fan did not let her speak.

"Don't talk for now, you're too weak now, let's wait for the Pei Yuan effect and apply, then let's talk about it."

Speaking of which, Mo Fan seemed to be thinking of something, and quickly pointed to Liu Xiyan who was beside him:

"You fainted from mental exhaustion just now. Fortunately, the elders are there to organize your disordered spirit and give you Peiyuan Dan, so that you can recover quickly."

Liu Xiyan nodded, a rare smile appeared on her iceberg-like face, and looked at Xu Jing kindly and said:

"You don't have to be polite, and you don't have to say much more. From now on, you will be Jiange's disciple and Liu Xiyan's true disciple."

“Thank you, thank you, Elder.” Xu Jing quickly thanked him.

Liu Xiyan smiled and said nothing more, she helped Chu Qian, who was still lying on the ground, and turned to leave the backyard.

"Let's reminisce about the past, when you became Jiange's disciple, you can't go down the mountain easily.

"When retelling, remember to find me on the seventh floor."

Mo Fan watched as Liu Xiyan's figure disappeared into the backyard and remained silent.

After a while, he said to Xu Jing: "Jinge is very ferocious, staying in Jiange's cultivation is easy to cause trouble, and you won't live long-"

Before Mo Fan finished speaking, Xu Jing said, "I, I know."

Mo Fan was stunned and continued: "Then, do you want to stay in the sword pavilion? Why don't you go down the mountain with me and practice martial arts honestly?"

As soon as this sentence was over, Mo Fan felt that he was being watched by a look of resentment.

He looked up and saw a beautiful figure standing beside the window grille on the seventh floor.

"Uh-" Mo Fan scratched his head awkwardly.

“I want, want to stay in the sword pavilion to practice,” Xu Jing said firmly.

Mo Fan glanced at him.

He was not surprised by this answer.

Kendo is Xu Jing's pursuit.

How could it be feared by such a short life?

Thinking of this, Mo Fan had no choice but to nod: "Well, you will train in Jiange well in the future."

After a pause, he said again: "I'll go down the mountain when you feel better.

"By the way, in a few days, I'll have the opportunity to request a leave of absence and come see me outside.

"Let's remember the past. There should be no problem asking for leave at the beginning. The elders won't be too stingy."

When he said this, Mo Fan deliberately raised his voice.

“Oke.” Xu Jing simply nodded and did not ask anymore.

A few minutes later, Pei Yuan Dan started working, and Xu Jing's skin started to slowly recover, her skin was no longer pale, and she was a little reddish.

"I-I can do it .." said Xu Jing with a flushed face.

"OK, then try to see if you can get up," Mo Fan said.

Xu Jing nodded and rose from Mo Fan's embrace.

At first he was still a little shaky and shaky.

But soon it became easy to move.

"OK okay."

"Recover well, I almost have to go down the mountain," Mo Fan said.

"Well." yeah." Xu Jing lowered her head, an expression of unwillingness appearing in her eyes.

"Go to the elders. Wen Buyan was still waiting outside. I'll ask him to arrange a place for me. When you find me, just ask him directly."

After giving the order, Mo Fan turned around and left.

Watching Mo Fan's back disappear into the backyard, feeling the residual warmth quickly dissipate, Xu Jing felt a little lost.

But soon, he adjusted himself and walked towards Jiange's stairs with a stern look.

...

After leaving the sword pavilion, Mo Fan looked at Wen Buyan who was waiting on the grass before he took a few steps.

"Young Brother Mo, you're finally out!"

Wen Buyan rushed over, looking a little excited:

"How, did you pass the exam?"

Mo Fan nodded first, then shook his head.

“Young Sister Xu passed, I did not pass.” Mo Fan explained.

“So.” Wen Buyan nodded, there was no surprise in her eyes.

“You already know the result?” Mo Fan was curious.

"It's natural."

Wen Buyan smiled and explained.

"Master has explained to me that Junior Sister Xu has a strong talent in kendo, and she will definitely achieve something in the sword pavilion."

Mo Fan nodded while thinking, identified the direction, found a path down the mountain, and walked towards him.

"So then, go down the mountain, say it while walking, and arrange a place for me to go."

“Oke, it's late, it's time to go down the mountain.” Wen Buyan hurriedly followed.

“By the way, Jiange's students, aren't they long-lived?” Mo Fan asked calmly as he walked over.

Wen Buyan was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"Indeed, Jiange had been collecting high-quality swords from Yuxu Academy for nearly four thousand years.

“Each of them has experienced countless murders, has his own story, and most of them give birth to their own spirits, and they often spiral out of control after having no owner.

"So, the sword qi in the sword pavilion hides the sword vertically and horizontally, and is easily eroded by the sword qi when you stay in the practice, and eventually the body will die.

"But in the same way, as long as you can refine this sword qi, your kendo cultivation will increase rapidly.

"The longer you stay in the sword pavilion, the stronger your strength will be. If you can survive for a hundred years, you can even instantly become a peerless sword elf."

When he said these words, Wen Buyan looked yearned.

“Don't peerless immortal swords not live long?” Mo Fan said again.

"Well, according to the records, there is no peerless immortal sword in history that seems to have lived more than two hundred years—" Wen Buyan said.

“So, just for that peerless illusionary sword elf, wasting your youth and even taking your own life?” Mo Fan did not understand.

"You don't understand, people who crave swordsmanship, how could they care about how many years of life expectancy?

"If you could be as great and bright as a meteor, even if you could only live for a moment, you would be happy, at least you wouldn't be in vain in this world."

When he said these words, Wen Buyan looked virtuous.

He was a man who craved swordsmanship.

It's unfortunate that he doesn't have the talent of kendo.

Even the threshold of the sword pavilion could not be touched.

Seeing the devotion on Wen Buyan's face, Mo Fan stopped talking.

"Xu Jing might as well be like this?"

As for a short life or something—

Mo Fan felt that there might not be a turnaround.

Because he understood the full version of the sword lifting art.

And the art of raising a sword, was most likely the legacy of the sword pavilion.

Of course, he wasn't sure if Jiange's current legacy was incomplete.

I don't even know if the short-lived sword immortality of all dynasties is related to an incomplete legacy.

But how big the odds are.

"When Xu Jing went down the mountain to come to me, I would know the answer ..." Mo Fan thought deeply.

It goes down much faster than it goes up.

In less than an hour, the two ran down from Mount Cangjian.

Under the leadership of Wen Buyan, Mo Fan found his place.

It is a small single-family home in an ancient style, with courtyards, beautiful surroundings, fragrant birds and flowers, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and large willow trees planted at its doorstep.

"Environment is indeed much better than a handyman's house. The only drawback is that there is no free cafeteria on the outside door. In the future, you have to make your own food—"

Mo Fan covered his forehead.

Dinner is still at Wen Buyan's place.

Looking at time, the sky gradually darkened.

Before I knew it, another day passed.

"Brease well today, and open the outer door officially tomorrow, earn (spirit) money (stone), and upgrade like crazy!"

Mo Fan clenched his fists and was full of fighting spirit.

Just then, his phone shook, and then an ancient bell rang.

"Dear little sister, please don't cry—"

Mo Fan answered the phone, and his daughter's voice immediately rang.

"Dad, I have good news for you!"