Early the next morning, Yan Yun's door was kicked open.
"Yanyun!"
"Still not getting up? What time is it?"
Yan Yun opened his eyes in confusion, lifted the quilt in panic, and reflexively said, "Mom, breakfast is on the table, you can eat it yourself."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment, and the person who came seemed to be stunned as well, "What is it?"
It turned out to be Song Qingyue. She was facing the wind and snow, and her red dress formed a sharp contrast with the white snow. Her face looked like the bright moon, warm and bright.
Yan Yun laughed and laughed at himself.
"Senior sister, why do you come to my humble home when you have time?"
Seeing that Song Qingyue was alone, Yan Yun was a little nervous. She rubbed her eyes and patted her face to wake herself up.
"I want to teach you the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique, why don't you get out of bed!"
Song Qingyue looked arrogant and urged her.
If her senior brother hadn't asked her to come, she wouldn't have come to this cold place.
Thinking of Yan Yun's nonsense yesterday, Song Qingyue made up his mind to torment her.
Hearing that Song Qingyue really wanted to teach her, Yan Yun lamented in her heart, her life was not long!
She simply washed her face, picked up the sword and followed Song Qingyue. They were going to the sword field.
The sword field is right next to the Lun School, and it is in the center of Changle Sect. I don't know how eye-catching it was along the way.
The golden sunshine shines on the earth, adding warmth to the mottled stone road.
Song Qingyue was known as the little witch at first, but she was so good-looking and talented that no matter how angry everyone was, they just thought she had the temper of a little girl.
Six years ago, she accidentally fell into the devil world while going out for training.
In the world of immortal cultivation, there is almost no chance of survival for those who fall into the demon world, so no one knows how she came back. Not only did she come back, but she even cultivated the golden elixir in less than forty years. ah!
It is really surprising that geniuses like Wen Qingyu took more than thirty years to reach the golden elixir after breaking through in Qi training.
Some elders in the sect also vaguely mentioned exploring Song Qingyue's soul, but Yu Feng refused without mercy.
Song Qingyue looked back and seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Yun's appearance, "If you obey me, I will allow you to remove the spell on your face. After all, you can't compare to a finger of mine."
Yan Yun said nothing, her eyes darkened. Sooner or later, she would have to pay back these unfair things that were imposed on her.
"Thank you, senior sister."
Her voice was soft and quiet, her smile was flattering, and she still had the same submissive face.
Song Qingyue laughed proudly, her laughter as sweet as a silver bell, attracting countless people to stop and look at her.
One was as beautiful as a fairy, one was as ugly as a yaksha, one was a substitute and the other was the original owner. Many people who had no class today came over just to see this ridiculous scene.
The two of them walked all the way to the sword field, followed by a large number of disciples who came to watch the fun, and the door was immediately blocked.
Song Qingyue did it on purpose. She just didn't like Yan Yun who was seizing her position. Her existence reminded her all the time that Yu Feng actually regarded Yan Yun as his substitute.
Jiang Qinghe was also practicing swordplay in the sword field, and suddenly he heard a commotion at the door.
Sweat slightly soaked the broken hair on his forehead. Today, he was dressed in martial arts uniforms and looked heroic, losing a bit of the childishness of a boy.
He looked back and saw Yan Yun and Senior Sister.
Jiang Qinghe sheathed his sword and felt a little anxious, "Yan Yun!"
Before he arrived, he called Yan Yun and told her that he was here.
"Junior brother, why do you only say hello to her."
Song Qingyue frowned slightly. A beautiful woman's frown is always particularly endearing. Suddenly everyone looked at Jiang Qinghe with condemnation in their eyes.
"Yan Yun, you haven't been to the sword field for a long time. I also learned the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique recently, which is more than enough to teach you!"
Jiang Qinghe is just a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old now. He was beaten in Jiuxiao Palace yesterday, so he is naturally a little resentful towards a few people. Coupled with his straightforward temper, he directly ignored Song Qingyue.
Song Qingyue saw Jiang Qinghe deliberately ignoring him, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but sneered, "Junior brother, you should take care of yourself, Yan Yun is talented and stupid, and you are not much better."
As soon as she said this, the whole place was in an uproar.
Although Jiang Qinghe was not as talented as Wen Qingyu, he was still one of the best in the sect. He had achieved a breakthrough in foundation building at a young age, and even Yu Feng gave him a rare compliment.
But the other party is Song Qingyue, who is about to break through the golden elixir in less than forty years. He does have some capital, but in the eyes of others, it is too arrogant. If Jiang Qinghe is all stupid in qualifications, then wouldn't they be even more Is it garbage?
For a moment, no one knew whose joke it was.
"you!"
Jiang Qinghe was very angry with her, but she was a senior sister, and the master doted on her, so he didn't dare to say anything. He looked at her angrily and wanted to drag Yan Yun away.
"Yan Yun, I am here to teach you today. Where are you going?"
Song Qingyue smiled successfully and waved to Yan Yun like a small animal. She didn't care what those people thought of her. Anyway, she never lacked people who admired her and were willing to support her.
"She follows me and doesn't need to learn from you."
Jiang Qinghe grabbed Yan Yun's arm angrily, "And she doesn't want to learn from you."
"Oh? Really, Yanyun, tell me."
Song Qingyue raised her hand and looked at her rouge-colored nails as if appreciating it. Her eyes were full of meaning and she only looked at Yan Yun. Crimson spiritual power surrounded her fingertips, as if Yan Yun only said the word "no". She will take action directly.
Jiang Qinghe was stunned by her arrogant movements, but Yan Yun's eyes moved, and he immediately pushed his hand away, "Senior brother, you go about your business first, I will follow senior sister."
He who knows the current affairs is a hero.
Yan Yun doesn't want to confront Song Qingyue directly yet, because she doesn't have the capital yet.
Song Qingyue smiled, which was particularly moving under the sunlight, but who could have imagined how dark the core underneath was.
Jiang Qinghe was still unwilling to let go, so Yan Yun had to give him a reassuring look. Song Qing would make things more difficult for her, but it would not kill her.
As Yu Feng's beloved disciple, Song Qingyue naturally had her own sword practice room, but she deliberately wanted everyone to see Yan Yun make a fool of herself, so she taught her directly outside.
"Swordsmanship requires understanding. Seven points are talent and three points are diligence. If you are so stupid, then start with basic skills."
Song Qingyue held the sword in a decent manner, showing a sharp look for no reason.
Most of the day passed before Song Qingyue nodded reluctantly. The original master had practiced his basic skills very well and had almost formed a muscle memory. He really couldn't find any faults.
"My senior brother taught you before. Senior brother is kind-hearted, but this young lady is not. Starting today, I will swing my sword ten thousand times a day."
"Sister, I swing my sword twenty thousand times every day."
Yan Yun kindly reminded her that although she had not wielded a sword in the past few days since she traveled back in time, the original owner was extremely demanding of her, even to the point of perversion.
