Xue Qingcang wanted to turn around and leave, but Hu Miaomiao had already seen him and shouted excitedly: "Senior brother!"
Zhenjun Qinghui also looked over.
There was no other way, Xue Qingcang could only step forward and said respectfully: "I have met the master!"
"There is no need to be so polite between you and me, master and disciple."
Zhenjun Qinghui has said these words many times, but Xue Qingcang has never been rude and respects him from the bottom of his heart.
"Master, your injury is okay. Do you want to go to retreat again?"
More than ten years ago, Zhenjun Qinghui had been in seclusion frequently. It was said that he was plotted against in a fight, leaving behind hidden diseases in his body.
Therefore, during the year after year of practice, Xue Qingcang was alone most of the time, with only flowers, plants, birds and animals for company.
Of course, there is now another Hu Miaomiao. After her arrival, the master is visibly happy.
Now, they stand together, the man is as beautiful as the moon, and the woman is peerless, like an enviable pair.
And he is just the superfluous one.
The breeze blows and the sky is filled with fallen flowers.
The atmosphere in the room between the three of them was inexplicably subtle, as if something had quietly changed.
Xue Qingcang lowered his head and looked at Hu Miaomiao without any trace. He never said a word, and he looked completely different from usual.
Zhenjun Qinghui sighed slightly, thinking that his senior brother was still arguing with his junior sister, so he wanted to give him guidance together.
Over the past year, Zhenjun Qinghui has been in seclusion often and has not given guidance to Xue Qingcang for a long time.
Xue Qingcang was very surprised. When he looked at his master, he felt like he was back to his childhood. He was both moved and ashamed.
As a direct disciple of the Sword Master, Xue Qingcang naturally also uses a sword.
His sword moves are wide open and closed, and he is not limited to any moves. He often kills the enemy by surprise, which is very similar to his character.
In practicing swordsmanship day after day, Xue Qingcang has made great progress. Not only has he understood the meaning of the sword, he has also created a sword move of his own. This is rare in the entire world of immortality. It shows that he is extremely talented and is simply born with it. Those who practice swordsmanship.
Xue Qingcang boldly drew his sword and used a sword technique of his own creation.
In an instant, a strong wind blew up on Piaomiao Peak.
The sword in his hand was like a dragon swimming out of the sea, with each strike and stab almost leaving an afterimage. The big tree beside him rustled and grew taller in an instant. The leaves turned from green to yellow, and then withered.
The fallen leaves were swaying, but they all turned into dust in an instant, and were scattered in the world when the wind blew.
But when Xue Qingcang put away his sword, the big tree was still there, still green, as if nothing had happened.
Hu Miaomiao was stunned and exclaimed: "Senior brother is so awesome!"
After Xue Qingcang heard her compliment, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. If Zhenjun Qinghui hadn't been there, he would have definitely shown off.
"Not bad." Zhenjun Qinghui nodded lightly, but this was already his highest affirmation.
Xue Qingcang's sword seems simple, but it contains endless killing intent. It can make people live after death, live and die again, and has the vague potential to reverse yin and yang.
"What's the name of your sword?"
"Back to Master, the name of this sword is: Chunrugu."
"Not bad." Zhenjun Qinghui nodded again, showing that he was extremely satisfied.
Hu Miaomiao's eyes shone when she saw it, and she said expectantly: "Brother, you are the most powerful senior brother in the world..."
She still had half of what she said, but both Zhenjun Qinghui and Xue Qingcang knew what she meant.
Zhenjun Qinghui smiled lightly, gently caressed her cheek with two fingers, and said dotingly: "You don't even know how to hold a sword, so you want to learn sword moves?"
Hu Miaomiao smiled as brightly as a flower, took Zhenjun Qinghui's arm and asked: "Master, how long will it take for me to be as powerful as my senior brother?"
"You can not."
"ah?"
Zhenjun Qinghui raised his head slightly and seemed to be scolding, but his words were gentle: "Sword training is too hard. You don't have the talent, so you don't have to use the sword."
Some people are not born to use swords. No matter how hard they work, they have their limits, and their limits may be the starting point for the proud ones.
Seeing them so close, Xue Qingcang's smile gradually disappeared. Although he had guessed it, it was still unbearable when he saw it with his own eyes.
At this moment, Xue Qingcang would rather be a tree without sadness or joy than be a human being of flesh and blood.
The air was inexplicably suffocating, and Xue Qingcang couldn't stay any longer, so he said, "Master, I'm going to practice my sword first."
Hearing this, Hu Miaomiao said happily: "Brother, I want to go too."
Xue Qingcang paused, but before he could speak, he heard his master say: "Your senior brother is going to practice swordsmanship. Please stop making trouble. Master, can you accompany me?"
"Master, why can't the three of us practice together?"
As soon as these words came out, both Zhenjun Qinghui and Xue Qingcang paused slightly, and the air became subtle again.
Suddenly, a messenger talisman flew straight towards him and landed in the palm of Zhenjun Qinghui.
"What's wrong?" Hu Miaomiao asked.
"It's okay. The sect called me to go. I can't practice with you anymore. You can go and have fun by yourself."
Hu Miaomiao's face suddenly fell, "That's it..."
True Lord Qinghui caressed her little face and said with a smile: "No matter what happens, master will come back early and will stay at Piaomiao Peak tonight, okay?"
At this time, Zhenjun Qinghui was wearing a white Taoist robe, standing in the wind, his temperament was free and easy like an immortal, but also like an aloof and cold flower, but his red and phoenix eyes were so passionate that people couldn't help but blush.
"Master, then come back soon."
Hu Miaomiao looked at him timidly, as charming as a budding flower, and under the influence of the love charm, she loved him wholeheartedly.
Zhenjun Qinghui responded and left with his sword.
For a moment, only Xue Qingcang and Hu Miaomiao were left on Piaomiao Peak.
Xue Qingcang saw that she was still looking at the direction where the master was leaving, and said in a cold voice: "Master has left, what are you looking at?"
Is she so reluctant to let go?
Hu Miaomiao looked away, always feeling empty in her heart, as if she felt uncomfortable all over after not seeing Zhenjun Qinghui for a while.
"Haha, you are very affectionate towards Master."
Xue Qingcang held the sword in both hands and looked at her coldly, his attitude even worse than when Hu Miaomiao first arrived.
Obviously, Hu Miaomiao also noticed his unhappiness, raised his little face, smiled, and said flatteringly: "Brother, your swordsmanship is really great."
"No matter how powerful I am, I can't even compare to Master."
Hu Miaomiao was choked and immediately did not dare to speak again. She just looked at him timidly, as if looking at his face.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Xue Qingcang felt even more unhappy and turned to leave.
But as soon as he left, Hu Miaomiao couldn't help but follow him.
At first, Xue Qingcang didn't want to talk to her, but Hu Miaomiao followed her closer and closer, wanting to talk to him as if she was afraid of death.
I don't know which sentence hurt him. Xue Qingcang suddenly turned around, pressed Hu Miaomiao hard against the big tree nearby, gritted his teeth and asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Hu Miaomiao was frightened, with tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to say a word.
"You provoked me, then provoked Master, and now you want to find me again?" Xue Qingcang's face was livid, and his eyes seemed to want to eat people: "Tell me! What do you want?"
