"Junior sister, I gave you the hairpin."
Because of the swelling on his face, Jiang Qinghe's voice was a little deep and he gently tugged on Yan Yun's sleeves.
"Oh oh oh……"
Yan Yun didn't remember that he bent down to pick up the hairpin without saying anything.
"etc."
"Junior brother, do you like her more too? I don't want to see her wearing this hairpin."
Song Qingyue frowned slightly, quite unhappy.
What kind of white moonlight is this? This is clearly the eldest lady.
Yan Yun paused and then retracted his hand slowly.
But her words obviously angered Jiang Qinghe, who was already embarrassed. Seeing Jiang Qinghe about to contradict again, Yan Yun quickly grabbed his hand and signaled him to stop talking.
"Qingyue."
The eldest brother who had been silent until now spoke, "It's over."
Senior Brother Wen Qingyu is dressed in white and proud of Snow Lingshuang. His eyes are covered with white cloth. Under his tall nose are slightly pursed thin lips. His lips are pale. Although his figure is slender, he is a bit frail.
He was born unable to see, but perhaps God took pity on him and made him extremely talented. He was the most talented disciple of the Changle Immortal Sect in a hundred years.
"Okay, just listen to what you say, it's just a thing that's not worth it."
Song Qingyue was obviously more afraid of Wen Qingyu, but he was still a little worried. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her delicate appearance seemed to attract people's soul.
"Thank you, senior brother."
After receiving the permission, Yan Yun dared to pick up the poor hairpin, which was extremely dull under the black wood board.
She held the hairpin tightly and said, "If there is nothing else, disciples will go first..."
"besides."
Song Qingyue didn't want to let her go so soon. The more she gave in, the more excited she became.
Her eyes glowed with a deep light, "It's unreasonable for you to live alone in Songxue Peak because your cultivation level is still low, less than Nascent Soul."
Yan Yun said nothing, so what did these people think of "her"?
A thing that can be bullied, belittled, and played with at will? "She" did something wrong again.
"Master, is this what you mean?"
After a long time, she raised her eyes and looked at the dim-faced Yu Feng on the high platform.
He sat high and held everything in his hands.
"All this belongs to Qingyue, don't compare with her."
Yu Feng didn't expect Yan Yun to ask him this question. He was slightly offended, and even his tone was tainted with some subtle disgust.
"Yan Yun has followed you to the Changle Immortal Sect since he was a child. It has been six years now. Disciple Kuchiki has been working hard day and night but has never made a breakthrough in Qi training."
"If you feel that the disciple has taken possession of something he shouldn't have and that the disciple is solely responsible for everything, then please ask the master to abolish the disciple's cultivation. From then on, the relationship between master and disciple is severed, and the disciple will not owe you anything."
Her voice was very soft, and she spoke every word, and the depression in her heart dissipated in an instant.
Yan Yun knew that these words were also "her" words.
"..."
There was a deep silence in the hall, no one dared to speak, and no one thought that she still had a strong side.
In my impression, Yan Yun always has his head lowered, timid and weak.
"go back!"
He finally spoke, and the coercion leaking from him overflowed the entire hall, forcing everyone to use spiritual power to protect themselves.
Looking at the girl's firm and flawless gaze, Yu Feng did not dare to look directly at her. Thinking of this, his brows became more sullen.
"My disciple is ignorant and doesn't know where to go back."
Her voice was still soft, her face turned frighteningly white due to the strong pressure, but her back was still straight and stubborn.
He still looked that cowardly, but he forcefully forced him to make a choice.
Today, either leave some room for Yan Yun, or the two of them will never owe each other anything.
The two fell into a long stalemate again.
"Songxue Peak."
In the end, Yu Feng compromised.
Yan Yun expected that he would compromise and that he dared to destroy her, so could he withstand the pressure from the outside world?
"Thank you, Master. If nothing happens, I will leave first."
Seeing Song Qingyue, who was vaguely about to act like a monster again, Yan Yun hurriedly saluted and ran away as if running away.
As soon as she stepped out, the sun shone directly on her face. She squinted her eyes and enjoyed the brief warmth, as if she had been given a new life.
Yan Yun touched her face and didn't feel anything strange. She learned the technique in her memory and formed a piece of ice.
I didn't know it, but I was shocked to see that her face was as black as if it had been smeared with charcoal, and was covered with dense brown spots.
never mind! Anyway, she doesn't rely on her looks to make a living.
Fortunately, outsiders are not allowed to enter Jiuxiao Palace, otherwise Yan Yun would be a monkey in the zoo now.
She slowed down for a moment and reluctantly accepted the reality that she was extremely ugly, and now she had to bow her head under the eaves.
"Yan Yun, why are you walking so fast? Why did you hold me back just now? Senior sister went too far."
As soon as Yan Yun came out, he hurriedly left and chased her for a long time before catching up with her, for fear that she would be distracted again.
His face was still swollen, which was particularly eye-catching on his fair face.
"Aren't you afraid that he will hit you again?"
Yan Yun is a head shorter than him. After all, he is only ten years old now. He is ostracized and looked down upon every day. It is already good that he is not crooked.
"I'm used to it. I'm afraid that if I don't speak to you, no one will speak to you."
He was a little indifferent and shook his head gently. At the end, he seemed to be embarrassed and became quieter and quieter.
Yu Feng had always been harsh to his later disciples. Jiang Qinghe had an unruly temperament and was often beaten by Yu Feng.
"okay."
"What do you mean by okay? You don't thank me when I talk to you?"
Yan Yun's calm look made him feel a little strange, "You are a little different today."
"Because after dying once, you have to learn something."
Yan Yun thought for a second and answered seriously.
Just as they were about to walk out of the Jade Snow Peak where the Jiuxiao Temple was located, a bunch of disciples gathered around the peak, peering inside like they were on the edge of their seats.
Because Yan Yun's identity is in the Changle Immortal Sect, it is really embarrassing.
Everyone said that she was lucky. She was so well treated even though she had so little talent. Therefore, she was really unpopular. She was greeted with sarcastic comments and ridicules wherever she went.
"Junior sister, are you going out like this?"
Yu Xuefeng had a formation, and they couldn't see what was going on inside. Jiang Qinghe looked at Yan Yun, who was too ugly to look at, and expressed his worries.
"What else should I do? Didn't you listen to him and let me explain myself?"
Yan Yun couldn't help but want to roll her eyes. She thought that this girl's life was hard, but she didn't expect it to be so hard.
Six years! Every dog has feelings, let alone a human being.
"Then how do you explain it? Don't worry, no one can bully you except me."
"Aren't you afraid that he will hit you?"
Yan Yun thinks he is a bit cute. He is obviously afraid of Yu Feng, but he also likes to seek death. He is indeed a child.
Like her, that Yu Feng was so scared that even just sitting there made her sweat all over her back.
"Just hit him, he won't kill me anyway."
Jiang Qinghe was a little depressed, but he still had the attitude that a dead pig would not be afraid of boiling water. At most, he could lie down for a few days and not die.
Seeing that he was about to walk out of Yuxue Peak, Yan Yun said he didn't care, but his heart was beating very fast because of nervousness.
Sure enough, as soon as the two walked out, they caused a sensation.
Yes, it was a sensation, and some people even exclaimed exaggeratedly. After thinking about this face, it seemed reasonable.
"Is this Yanyun?"
Others raised questions.
"No, is Yan Yun so ugly?"
"Look at her face, it's darker than the bottom of the pot in my house. It's so disgusting."
…
