At this time, Dongfang Yu'er had already cheered up under Su Qingyue's reminder.
He left the stone pavilion and stood on the edge of the path, waiting for the master and apprentice to approach.
When Xu Jingyun and her little sister came close to her, Dongfang Yuer lightly blessed the two of them.
Said: "Yu'er is here to say hello to Uncle Xu and Sister Wushuang."
After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the young lady with a smile.
Xu Jingyun nodded to her, then hugged Su Qingyue in the stone pavilion and said, "Phoenix Sect Xu Jingyun has met Mr. Su from Qingcheng."
Su Qingyue returned the gift and extended her hand to invite Xu Jingyun into the pavilion for tea.
Xu Jingyun smiled and nodded, turning around to look at the young lady standing by.
At this time, the young lady was staring at Dongfang Yu'er, looking very seriously and unscrupulously.
They used to be little sisters who talked about everything in Fengyun City, and even slept together on the same bed.
Back then Dongfang Yu'er could clamor to marry that guy Li Ye with her little sister. Originally, the two of them were going to be good sisters for life.
So when the young lady learned that Dongfang Yu'er's mother had returned to Fengyun City to beat Li Ye and break off the engagement, and had also sent out murderers to cut off the grass, she decided to end the relationship between sisters...
Just staring like that, as if he wanted to eat the smiling girl in front of him into his murderous eyes.
When the two met again many years later, there was no laughter and the intimacy of hugging each other when they met.
Dongfang Yu'er originally wanted to hug the young lady, but when she saw the dark eyes of the young lady, she stopped her outstretched hands.
Just standing quietly on the roadside, waiting for the young lady's response.
In the midst of the flash of lightning, the young lady calmed down her anger that was about to explode, and quietly blessed Dongfang Yu'er.
He said calmly: "I saw Sister Yu'er again after many years. Unexpectedly, she became more and more beautiful and her cultivation level became higher and higher."
Then he blessed Su Qingyue in the stone pavilion and said, "The official on Phoenix Mountain is Wushuang. He has met Uncle Su in Qingcheng."
Dongfang Yu'er was stunned, then looked at the young lady with a blushing face and said, "I didn't expect that after several years of not seeing each other, Sister Wushuang's cultivation has become more and more advanced. Even my younger sister feels ashamed and can only look up to her."
After speaking, he stepped forward and took the little sister's hand, about to walk into the stone pavilion.
Unexpectedly, the young lady gently pulled her sleeve and turned her head to look at Su Qingyue sitting in the pavilion.
He said: "This disciple has to meet Master Qingcheng today. It stands to reason that there will be some people serving tea and water. However, my master did not have breakfast this morning, so he will feel hungry. My master and disciple are about to go to the college's dining hall to eat. , I wonder if my uncle and junior sister are interested in going there together?"
Dongfang Yu'er was stunned, then stopped and turned to look at the master in the pavilion and Xu Jingyun outside the pavilion.
Xu Jingyun looked at the young lady, then at Dongfang Yu'er who was in a daze, and sighed softly.
Said: "Although cultivators don't care about one or two meals, it's just that they are used to eating the food of this college these days, so they can't help but miss the smell of fireworks in this world. It seems that my master and apprentice are not as good at cultivation as Mr. Su and his apprentice after all." So peaceful.”
Dongfang Yu'er opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Su Qingyue, who was sitting in the pavilion, laughed.
He replied jokingly: "Mr. Xu is joking. My master and apprentice also like the food in this college. I happened to have eaten this and felt bloated, so I came to make tea in the pavilion to relieve my food."
Hearing this, even the young lady standing on the side of the road couldn't help but chuckle.
Xu Jingyun looked at the young lady's appearance and glared at her.
He turned around and clasped his fists with Su Qingyue and said, "In this case, I'm just making a wild guess. My master and disciple will go fill their stomachs first and come back to ask for a cup of tea from Mr. Su another day. How about that?"
Dongfang Yu'er looked at the young lady who couldn't help but laugh, her heart was flying, as if she had returned to Fengyun City back then.
The situation of playing and shopping behind the young lady all day long made me crazy.
Su Qingyue looked at Dongfang Yu'er outside the pavilion and frowned slightly.
Then he looked at Xu Jingyun and smiled lightly and said: "We are in the same college, so we have plenty of time to meet each other. Let's make tea and talk about it some other time."
Xu Jingyun nodded, pulled the young lady across the stone pavilion, and walked forward.
Looking at Dongfang Yu'er's dazed look, the young lady couldn't bear it. She couldn't blame her entirely for this. After all, it was Li Mingzhu who broke off the marriage. If she wanted to hold a grudge, wouldn't it mean that she would also hate Li Ye's mistress Li Hongxiu? ?
Thinking of this, when she passed Dongfang Yu'er, she couldn't help but pat Dongfang Yu'er's shoulder.
He smiled and said, "Junior sister, let's see you another day!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the master and the disciple left the stone pavilion beside the road in an instant like a mountain breeze.
It wasn't until the young lady walked away that Dongfang Yu'er came back to her senses.
Looking at the young lady going away, he shouted: "Senior sister, can we still be friends?"
The young lady walking quickly on the mountain path was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Sister Yu'er, we have never been enemies!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.
...
Dongfang Yu'er stood outside the pavilion for a while, then returned to the pavilion and sat down with red eyes. Later, she took out a silk scarf from her arms and wiped her eyes, then took a sip of the tea on the table.
Looking at Su Qingyue, she asked: "Master, did Yu'er do anything wrong?"
Looking at the confused Dongfang Yu'er, Su Qingyue couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She reached out to straighten the hair on her forehead that was messed up by the mountain wind.
Gentle advice: "There is nothing right or wrong in this world. It's only whether you want it or not. Don't be too nervous. You should practice more intensively after entering the academy. After you complete your studies, you may want to enter the imperial city and become an imperial concubine. It doesn't matter if you travel around the world as a teacher, you will have some ability of your own."
Dongfang Yu'er seemed to understand what Su Qingyue said, looked up at her, and nodded gently.
The eyes are like autumn water, melting the autumn wind of a mountain.
...
Su Qingyue looked up to the west and frowned slightly.
In her eyes, no one in the Five Realms looked after her, except of course Xia Changfeng from the Imperial City and a few old ghosts who had never been born.
However, the little guy on Fangcun Mountain was an anomaly. The Second Young Master of the Imperial City sent assassins several times to kill the grass, but failed repeatedly.
And the little guy's husband is a great cultivator who has never done anything before. No one in the five realms except the emperor knows his level.
It was rare for him to find a precious apprentice who could pass on his mantle, but his mother was entangled with the royal family and wanted to marry Dongfang Yu'er to the second prince.
But the second prince and the little guy on Fangcun Mountain are the result of a fight to the death...
If it was just a little guy, for the sake of Dongfang Yu'er's future, she would try her best to drag down her face and let a group of old monks on Fangcun Mountain chase and kill the little guy who had not yet grown up.
But now it seems that he is probably out of his mind. Who knows if the enigmatic Mr. Mo is a master of overcoming the tribulation realm?
It should be noted that in the world of cultivation, after being distracted, the first level is the first level of heaven, let alone an existence as high as the level of transcending tribulation.
Thinking of this, even if she was distracted at the seventh level and saw that she would be able to break through to the eighth level in a short time, she couldn't help but feel knotted in her stomach. She couldn't find any thread to solve the tangled mess even if she tried hard.
Although in Li Mingzhu's eyes, the little guy was a waste who couldn't practice cultivation, he didn't even build it.
But who knows whether his ghost-like husband will use the mysterious power of Fangcun Mountain to cleanse his marrow and cut his bones to create an impossible legend?
If that kid succeeds in cultivation and comes down the mountain in five or ten years, and if his cultivation level is not as high as that of his precious disciple, the situation will be easy to control.
But if he is much higher than Dongfang Yu'er, and even breaks through the threshold of distraction, he really has to settle the accounts with the second prince in the imperial city for the many pursuits that year...
I don't know how my precious apprentice will face it, and I can't always follow her.
After all, his ultimate goal is to learn about the Great Dao, practice to the nine realms of transcending tribulations, and break through the realm.
After decades of practice, this was the first time that she had a headache and encountered a problem that even she couldn't solve.
Dongfang Yu'er, who was sitting opposite, had no idea of her master's painstaking efforts.
Su Qingyue's face turned green and white in front of her, and she couldn't help but become worried. She couldn't help but stand up, walked to Su Qingyue, and stretched out her little hand to touch her forehead.
While asking softly: "Master, are you feeling unwell? Would you like Yu'er to take over the tea party and accompany you back to your house to rest?"
After Su Qingyue came back to her senses, she reached out and grabbed Dongfang Yuzuo's little hand, and pulled her to sit next to her.
He sighed faintly and said: "I have practiced as a teacher to the seventh level of distraction, and I have been immune to all poisons. What kind of illness will I get? I just think of some things on my mind, and I will inevitably be entangled."
"Well, you can't avoid disaster. You can work harder in the days to come. You finally broke through to the second level of Jindan. I just took a closer look at your senior sister. I think she will break through to the fifth level soon. Although her fellow disciples may not be the same. Enemies, but you also have to have a sense of crisis."
Dongfang Yu'er was stunned and murmured to herself: "Senior sister is only so much older than me, and she is about to reach the fifth level of the Golden Core?"
Su Qingyue hugged Dongfang Yu'er and gently patted her little face.
He said, "I practice cultivation with my life in mind, how can I be as playful as you, thinking about shopping every day?"
Dongfang Yu'er blushed, leaned against Su Qingyue, and said softly: "Yu'er knows that she was wrong. She must practice harder in the future and strive to catch up with senior sister."
Su Qingyue nodded and smiled.
Then he said calmly: "Judging from your senior sister's last words, she has forgiven you and will not be your enemy in the future. You don't have to worry about her harming you."
"It's just that the little guy on Fangcun Mountain is an anomaly. I don't know what kind of monster he will be when he comes down the mountain in a few years!"
Seeing Su Qingyue's worried expression, Dongfang Yu'er couldn't help but opened her mouth and asked: "Master, who is that little guy on Fangcun Mountain? Does he have any grudge against you, Master? Master, you have such a high level of cultivation, among these five realms And who are you afraid of?"
Su Qingyue was stunned, looked down at the little guy in her arms, and couldn't help but chuckle.
He gently tapped her forehead and said: "In the world of spiritual practice, there are mountains higher than the mountains. There has never been the most powerful person."
Then he calmed down and thought that his precious apprentice had finally completely forgotten about the little guy on Fangcun Mountain.
That's fine. Only by forgetting the past can we have a future.
Looking at the dreamy Dongfang Yu'er in her arms, Su Qingyue scolded: "I just said that I have to practice hard, but now I feel like sleeping after eating it! Clean up this tea party quickly, you have to go back to the house if you want to sleep."
Dongfang Yu'er, who was falling asleep in Su Qingyue's arms, asked her to stand up quickly.
The two masters and apprentices hurriedly packed up everything on the table.
The mountain breeze is blowing, and the autumn mood is getting stronger.
