At night, Qin Xiaoyu and others were about to be driven away by Lu Ningshuang, but after praying to Jiang Yunyi, they could barely stay at the outer door.
They were placed in two servant disciples' houses on the other side. Although the environment was simple, it was still clean.
The layout is quiet and elegant, suitable for personal living.
Unfortunately, there are limited rooms for high-quality handyman disciples.
Lei Qiyuan and Jian Jiujun lived in the same room, while Qin Xiaoyu had a separate room.
At this moment, the three of them stood side by side at the door.
"Sister Qin, why should we stay?"
"Stupid! You will definitely be scolded by your parents when you go back. It's better to stay with Sister Holy Master, at least you don't have to worry about being scolded!"
Qin Xiaoyu looked at the steady Jian Jiujun and asked, "Right? Brother Jian."
Lord Jian Jiu nodded: "Well, you will be scolded anyway, so it doesn't hurt to stay longer. And I can feel the profound sword intention in Uncle Grandmaster's body, and I would like to ask for advice."
As a disciple of Lingxu Peak, he has a fanatical pursuit of swords, especially when Jiang Yunyi is re-cultivating. Such courage is worthy of respect.
"Huh? Why do I feel the surging yang energy in Uncle Patriarch's body, and he is obviously at the second level of physical cultivation?" Lei Qiyuan asked in surprise.
He considers himself not very accomplished in physical cultivation, but after experiencing the influence and training of his grandfather, he is still particularly sensitive to this power.
Lei Qiyuan and Jian Jiujun were stunned.
"Is it possible...fellow practitioner?"
Lord Jian Jiu smiled bitterly: "Perhaps it is really possible. No wonder he can dominate the crowd with the Holy Master of his young age in the same era as my grandfather."
As he spoke, he sighed again: "It's a pity that there are too few records about the ancestor uncle, not even a name."
Lei Qiyuan nodded and agreed.
Just when the two of them were amazed that Jiang Yunyi might be a master of both sword and body, Qin Xiaoyu stepped forward and looked at Lu Ningshuang and Jiang Yunyi who had just left.
They held each other's slender palms and walked on the quiet path. Each step they took was like strolling in a courtyard, but they revealed an ethereal fairy spirit.
The moonlight was soft, and occasionally a few rays of moonlight poured through the gaps between the branches and leaves, falling on their shoulders, covering them with a layer of twilight.
Lu Ningshuang looked sideways at Young Master Pianpian beside her, while Jiang Yunyi's face seemed a little impatient, but he quickly calmed down because of her.
The two of them were very close, very close, like an ordinary couple, their backs gradually blending into the night.
Qin Xiaoyu suddenly asked out of curiosity: "Tell me, if the Holy Master sister and the Patriarch uncle quarreled, who would win?"
Based on the current situation, Jiang Yunyi and Lu Ningshuang's cultivation realms are as different as a chasm. Logically speaking, Lu Ningshuang should definitely win, but as soon as this issue came up, she was obviously silent.
"Um......."
The two groaned at the same time, not knowing the answer.
After a moment, Lei Qiyuan replied naively: "Perhaps we will know when Uncle Patriarch and Holy Master really quarrel."
"Snapped!"
Qin Xiaoyu patted him on the head mercilessly and reprimanded: "Do you really want Uncle Patriarch and Sister Holy Master to quarrel!? Stupid."
"Forehead......."
Lei Qiyuan scratched his head and didn't think much about it: "Sister Qin, wasn't it you who asked?"
"Then you can't answer like that. It should be said that Uncle Patriarch and Sister Holy Master are harmonious and loving, how can they quarrel." Qin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him.
"oh."
Lei Qiyuan scratched his head, seeming to understand.
Lord Jianjiu chuckled at the side and interjected: "Okay, Junior Sister Qin, the Holy Master is gone, I don't even care if I think about it."
"Brother Jian, it's always good to have an extra layer of protection. Otherwise, the Holy Master sister will take advantage of Uncle Ancestor's absence to send us back quietly, and that'll be the end of it!"
Qin Xiaoyu believes that she must have this ability.
"Probably not..." Jian Jiujun was dubious.
"Maybe?"
Only then did Lei Qiyuan understand, and he said bluntly: "So, Sister Qin, were you planning to please the Holy Lord?"
Snapped--
Qin Xiaoyu slapped her mercilessly again and said angrily: "What does it mean to please? The Holy Lord is equivalent to my sister. Taking care of my sister is a matter of course, stupid!"
What she said was reasonable.
But Jian Jiujun discovered the root of the matter: "I think Junior Brother Lei is stupid because of you. He is fine for cultivation, but he is like a lump in the world when it comes to people."
"Brother Jian, little brother Lei is a genius in physical training.
Jian Jiujun folded his arms: "Maybe it's because you don't repair your head."
"How is it possible? My Thunder Sky Vajra Body has been cultivated to a small degree, let alone the Thunder Armor that always appears next to me." Lei Qiyuan patted his chest and said proudly.
Lei Xiao's Vajra Body and Thunder Armor are Lei Qiyuan's strongest defense methods.
"What about a comparison?"
Lord Jianjiu often competes with him in the inner sect, which is not only a competition between swordsmanship and physical training, but also a discussion of magic techniques.
"Let's compete, who is afraid of whom?"
Faced with this kind of thing, Lei Qiyuan was particularly active.
"What are you comparing to? This is the outer sect. You and I are all servant disciples. If the exposure of your strength will involve the ancestor uncle and the Holy Lord sister experiencing mortal love in the mortal world, the Holy Lord sister will not be able to peel off your skin and give you a whip. Tendons?"
Qin Xiaoyu pointed at Lei Qiyuan and then at Jian Jiujun.
The noise of the three people was particularly clear in the silence, adding a little joy.
.......
The night wind is rustling, and the ancient road is rustling.
Not long ago, the two of them were walking, and Lu Ningshuang got very close to him, which made Jiang Yunyi a little impatient.
However, when Jiang Yunyi turned his head to look at her, the moonlight happened to fall on Lu Ningshuang's shoulder and face, as bright and cold as the white snow, like a scroll fairy.
His temperament remains the same, his bright eyes and white teeth reflect the thrilling haziness and beauty.
At some point, Jiang Yunyi's expression was relieved.
Even though he wanted to make a change at the beginning, all kinds of tenderness in his heart still surged up unconsciously. In silence, he and Lu Ningshuang walked on the path until they merged into the night.
After a moment, he asked: "Lu Ningshuang, apart from that kid Xiaoyu, which Fengmai disciples are the other two? They look familiar."
"Lingxu Peak and Tianluo Peak are their great-grandsons." Lu Ningshuang stared at them and answered calmly.
"It turns out it's true!"
Jiang Yunyi sighed in his heart for a long time, and then said: "Yes, it has been five hundred years, so it should have happened."
Five hundred years of vicissitudes of life, the easiest thing to dilute with time is feelings. Five hundred years have passed, even if there was some admiration at the beginning, I am afraid it will be diluted and forgotten.
As he said that, he glanced at Lu Ningshuang quietly, as if he wanted to ask something, but he hesitated.
Jiang Yunyi has not accepted the washing of time. He is still the person who loved her deeply five hundred years ago. He can't let go of her even if he wants to, and can't forget. He can only treat Lu Ningshuang with resentment.
But as time goes by, Lu Ningshuang has been cleansed and has become more emotional than five hundred years ago, and even has stronger emotions unique to herself.
She...has changed too.
Lu Ningshuang saw Jiang Yunyi's stern expression.
Da da--
Time passed little by little, and Jiang Yunyi's mixed emotions became more intense.
What exactly is Lu Ningshuang's change?
Could it be that she also had a relationship?
The two of them walked on the path, the shadows of the trees around them swaying, following their footsteps like a shadow.
Suddenly, Lu Ningshuang took a step forward and stopped.
"Um?"
He looked at Lu Ningshuang, who also turned to look at him.
The four eyes looked at each other, and the eyes intertwined into a silent and beautiful picture, lingering in a low voice in the silent time.
"Yun Yi, I'm just waiting for you."
While Yingrun spoke leisurely, the wind blew through her hair, and a few strands stuck to the edge of her white earlobes. Her long ink skirt swayed with his thoughts.
Time seems to stand still at this moment. There are no cumbersome words, but it contains profound obsession and warmth.
After a long time, Jiang Yunyi spoke slowly: "But I haven't asked anything yet."
"But I know what you are thinking, so I will answer it."
Hearing this, Jiang Yunyi paused slightly, then lowered his head and smiled, the smile on his lips was as warm as jade: "I didn't expect that when I woke up, you would talk about love."
"Love words?"
"Isn't it?" he asked.
Lu Ningshuang's face didn't change, she hesitated slightly and said, "You say yes, that's it."
Under the moonlight, the two of them stopped talking. Their emotions had already flowed in their hearts. Their figures were intertwined, sometimes far and sometimes close, but the hands holding each other never let go, as if they were eternity.
Even if Jiang Yunyi felt the pain and wanted to pull it away, she would hold it tighter in her hands and rub it into her bones.
"Lu Ningshuang, why are you holding on so tightly?"
"I'm afraid you'll run away."
"Your hold is so tight, I want to run even more!"
"Then hold on tighter until you can't resist." Lu Ningshuang whispered, not relaxing at all because of Jiang Yunyi's words, and even wanted to increase her strength.
