Ning Wanwan raised her eyes and looked into her eyes.
"The sword in our hands is not only to promote good and eliminate evil and maintain morality in the world, but also to protect ourselves."
She always speaks softly, but what appears in her eyes is determination and strength.
"Do you understand?"
Yan Yun looked at her and asked.
Ning Wanwan's eyes were a little confused, but she nodded gently. She slowly returned to her seat, thinking about Yan Yun's words.
She turned to look at the magic sword in the corner that she hadn't used for a long time, with thousands of thoughts in her mind.
Yan Yun took care of the wound and quickly changed his clothes.
She still has to pick up the spring.
"Squeak——"
As the door closed, Ning Wanwan was the only one left in the room.
As Yan Yun walked on the road, he always felt that he still had a vague smell of rabbit...
"Host, please earn three hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones within thirty days."
Duocai's voice sounded at an inappropriate time, and then he said cutely, "Come on."
Yan Yun:......
Yan Yun: Can you be normal?
She had goosebumps all over her body and hated the evil capitalists who had no sense of proportion!
"..."
Why is my host so cute and kind, ugh :-(.
Jiang Qinghe's residence is in Xianheju.
Xianheju is the best residence of the Changle Sect. One person lives in a house with a large courtyard, and the location is excellent, right near the Lun Academy.
Jiang Qinghe had just returned to the yard at this time, looking depressed because he was scolded by his master again today.
Every day I am either scolded by my master or my senior sister. Life is sad.
Spring was sleeping in his yard. Seeing its peaceful appearance, Jiang Qinghe snorted and squatted on the ground to forcefully wake it up.
"I don't have to sleep and you can't sleep either!"
Spring opened its eyes drowsily. Fortunately, it didn't understand human language very well, otherwise it would have given Jiang Qinghe a string of ellipses.
Bypassing the Ongakudo Hall and walking down a staircase paved with blue bricks, you will arrive at Xianheju.
Xianheju is different from Linshuiju. The people living here are closed disciples like Jiang Qinghe, so Yan Yun has to register when he enters.
"He is no longer your senior brother, why are you looking for him..."
When the young disciple who registered saw it was her, he mumbled impatiently.
"none of your business?"
Don't panic when something happens. Just tell me it's none of your business.
"you!"
The young disciple was choked because when people said this, their tone was gentle, like a punch hitting cotton, light and airy.
As soon as Yan Yun came in, she saw Jiang Qinghe standing in the yard. She walked over quickly and said, "Senior brother."
"Junior sister, you are finally here. Look at it, it has been sleeping all day."
Jiang Qinghe picked up Chunchun. Although he said he was a little disgusted, his movements were very gentle.
When Chun Chun saw Yan Yun, he immediately stopped dozing off and jumped into her arms.
She couldn't help being amused and said, "Excuse me, senior brother, please leave it to me."
Yan Yun hugged the cheerful spring and touched its head with soft eyes.
"You're hurt! What happened? Let me see."
Jiang Qinghe noticed her wound, his tone became anxious, and he took a step forward to check her wound.
"fine."
She took a step back and shook her head to show she was fine.
And Jiang Qinghe's movements also stopped in place because of her taking a step back. He looked a little confused and a little hurt?
"The medicine is on, you don't have to worry."
Yan Yun said softly, "I'm going back, thank you, senior brother."
The evening breeze blew gently, blowing the young man's hair.
Jiang Qinghe looked at her leaving back, lowered his head and sighed, feeling very uncomfortable.
As she walked on the road, she felt a little troubled thinking about the task of earning 300,000 yuan in thirty days.
Now it seems like I’m really going to grab it.
Yan Yun: If someone else owes me money and pays it back, does it count as my earnings?
"Forget it..."
Duocai didn't know why, but still gave her the answer.
"What are you going to do?"
"Debt collection."
The debt collector naturally went to Li Chongyi and others. She hadn't seen them in the past two days, so they probably avoided her on purpose.
She first went to the mission hall and submitted the mission first.
Because it was just dark, there were many people in the task hall, and every window was lined up with people, most of whom came to submit tasks.
"You took over the mission of Ling Cao Rabbit?"
When it was her turn, there was a disciple in the window, who seemed to be a senior brother, and there was a little contempt in his words.
"Um."
"Are you here to give up the mission? As a human being, you need to be self-aware. Not all points are worth earning."
When the senior brother saw the injury on her hand, he felt that she must be incompetent and still wanted to take on the big job. His tone was obviously much different, with a condescending preaching tone.
"That's right. You took it but couldn't finish it. If it had been given to someone else who was capable, it would have been completed long ago."
The people behind her were supportive, and it seemed that for most people, it was a happy thing to hit and belittle her.
But in fact, this task has been released for a long time and no one has completed it.
"You keep saying that I haven't finished it, so let me ask you, what should you do if I finish it?"
Yan Yun was not in a hurry to prove herself. She looked sharply at the person opposite.
"What are you pretending to be? You definitely haven't finished it yet. Don't think I don't know. Your cultivation is all built up for you by Immortal Yu Feng."
He was a little annoyed and slapped the table gently.
No wonder, there are obviously many people who have been in the industry for a longer time than her but whose cultivation level is not as high as hers. They still dare to abuse and ridicule the original owner for his stupid talent and stupidity.
It turned out that everyone thought she was made from pills.
Unfortunately, they were all wrong.
"Are you feeling guilty?"
Looking at the little girl's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, he couldn't help but clenched his hands and forced a sneer, "If you can finish it, then I will apologize to you in front of everyone in the sect!"
"That's it?"
Yan Yun was a little disappointed, she thought she was very capable.
But it was this disappointment that dealt a huge blow to the senior brother's self-esteem.
"You! I'll give you another 50 points."
She would definitely not be able to finish it anyway. Thinking of this, he began to feel confident.
Points earned from sect missions can be gifted to others, but there is a monthly limit, which cannot exceed one-tenth of the total points earned by an individual that month.
"Oh, thank you for the points. I'll be waiting for you at the Essay School tomorrow. Remember to prepare a draft. I won't accept papers with less than a thousand words."
Yan Yun had no expression on his face as he silently took out twenty spiritual grass rabbit inner elixirs.
As if to stimulate him, she put them down one by one, counting them as she put them down.
"..."
The senior brother at the window suddenly felt as if he had eaten a fly, his face was extremely ugly, and he was haunted.
But the words have been spoken, and he can’t even deny them!
"You were expelled from the division, and you can only get half of the points for each mission."
With a dark face, he reluctantly added points to her sect identity card.
It's quite advanced, just like swiping a credit card.
Yan Yun didn't expect that his points would be cut in half, and his mood would suddenly not be so good.
But before leaving, she didn't forget to say one more thing, "Don't forget my apology, everyone, listen, senior brother is so powerful, he won't lie to others."
The angry senior brother kept staring at her angrily, sooner or later he would want her to look good!
You won’t accept it if it’s less than a thousand words? It’s really too much.
After submitting the task, Yan Yun ran into Senior Sister Zhou Dongling whom he had met last time.
"Ah, isn't this Yan Yun? Did you just submit the task?"
She smiled lightly and touched Yan Yun's head.
Yan Yun, who was caught off guard and had his head touched, was not used to it. He took advantage of the nodding moment to quietly avoid Zhou Dongling's clutches, "Yeah."
"Caught the Spirit Grass Rabbit?"
Zhou Dongling raised her eyebrows and looked at Yan Yun with a "How do you know" expression, "I smell rabbit."
"..."
She'll wash it again when she gets back!
"Before the martial arts meeting, the sect will hold a sale to let everyone relax. Many people like the fur of this spiritual grass rabbit, so don't forget to go there."
The trading meeting...collecting rags...making money...
Yan Yun's mind was filled with these three words. She said goodbye to Zhou Dongling in a daze and ran away.
She can make a little money by selling rabbit furs, and what she wants to do is collect the rags from the sect!
