Yan Yun glanced at him faintly. Fortunately, she spoke early so she could practice a move.
Otherwise, it will be troublesome if you really go crazy.
She took out the jade certificate and turned to the last page, memorizing each move while making gestures.
After she remembered it completely, she took back the jade certificate.
Yan Yun didn't rush to start practicing. He stood quietly and closed his eyes.
She just stood quietly, and Zhou Zhengyuan also looked at her, fearing that she would go crazy again.
Dimly, she felt as if she was integrated with everything.
But this feeling was fleeting, the sound of wind was still in my ears, and a few frogs croaked from time to time in the silent night.
Yan Yun opened his eyes and resigned himself to practicing the basic sword moves.
It is too difficult to combine the swords of heaven and man into one.
Zhou Zhengyuan didn't know how long she had been practicing, but in the end he couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.
"Clang-"
It was the sound of a sword accidentally falling to the ground.
He opened his eyes drowsily and saw that the little girl hadn't left yet.
Yan Yun squatted on the ground. Ru Mo's long hair was a little scattered. She looked at her hands, which were numb and shaking slightly from repeating several movements for a long time.
"Why are you working so hard? Go back and rest early."
His voice was still a little sleepy, and he stood up and stretched, with a little confusion in his sleepy eyes.
"Uncle Master, I can't lose."
The moonlight fell gently on her body, and she whispered, "What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger."
She either succeeds or is destroyed.
Relying on this belief, she passed through one seemingly insurmountable obstacle after another.
At this moment, Zhou Zhengyuan truly realized that the weakness and gentleness she showed was just the most superficial side of her.
She has a strong heart.
"Thank you, uncle! You taught me so much."
She looked at him and thanked him sincerely, "You are really amazing. I think you should not stay here in obscurity."
Zhou Zhengyuan's footsteps paused as he turned around, becoming unknown...
Frame after frame flashed through his mind, but in the end he said nothing and walked back to the cabin carrying the chair.
He pushed open the door of the wooden house, but Yan Yun's words kept echoing in his mind.
Let him think about it, how long has it been since the melee between humans and demons?
A hundred years ago? Two hundred years ago?
The dusty past was opened, and he stayed where he was, only to realize that he had not thought of this incident for a long time, and he even accepted everything now numbly.
Yan Yun picked up the Dawn Sword and wiped it carefully with his sleeve.
"It will be difficult for you to follow me as your master."
She couldn't help laughing at herself, her voice was a bit lonely in the night, and her fingers gently stroked the sword.
At this time, the lights were still on inside Songzhu Peak.
Four people were sitting across from each other in the room, with steaming tea on the table. Water mist was everywhere, blurring the faces of several people.
"What are you talking about! She must be Yan Yun, why are you talking about her like that?"
After hearing Wen Qingyu's words, Jiang Qinghe lost his composure and stood up suddenly.
His face was full of anger.
The tea in the cup sloshed due to his movements and overflowed on the table.
"Does it mean that she has to humble herself and beg for mercy from you for you to think it's right?"
He didn't even know how he said this, he was so shocked.
Jiang Qinghe feels that Yan Yun is very good now, and she is much better than before after leaving them.
"Qinghe, you are so excited."
Wen Qingyu didn't expect Jiang Qinghe to react so strongly. He had watched him grow up as a brother and father, and his face looked slightly worried.
"That's not what I meant. Qinghe, please calm down first."
Wen Qingyu felt that the words he spoke were a bit jerky, "How can a person change so much in a short period of time? Don't you find it strange?"
"You are the one who follows her most often. Didn't you notice something was wrong?"
"It is precisely because I am often with her that I feel that what you say is too ridiculous. You have no idea how she lived before."
This was the first time Jiang Qinghe had an argument with Wen Qingyu.
He has always admired and respected his senior brother. He felt that although he was born with an eye disease, his heart was firmer than anyone else.
He is the well-deserved chief of Changle Sect.
"Senior brother, I told him not to tell him. Look at what he looks like. He's just a little girl."
Song Qingyue sneered, and his features became overbearing at this moment.
She looked at Jiang Qinghe and said, "Junior brother, don't be too stupid."
"Qingyue, now is not the time to talk about this."
Wen Qingyu frowned, adding a little sadness to his picturesque face. The two of them were more anxious than the other.
Wan Hou Tingshen was just a bastard, so when the three of them quarreled, he naturally had no role to speak.
"Yes, senior sister, you are the smartest."
When Jiang Qinghe looked at her, the disgust in his eyes hurt her heart.
"Anyway, I won't believe it."
Seeing what Wen Qingyu wanted to say, Jiang Qinghe spoke harshly, opened the door and left.
The door creaked, just like the unsteady moods of several people.
"You're too impulsive."
Wen Qingyu took a deep breath, as if he didn't expect things to turn out like this.
The aura on his body became cold and stern, making people awe-inspiring, "I just want to ask him why you have to tell everything and what do you really want."
"Senior brother, I'm not worried about Jiang Qinghe suffering a loss..."
Song Qingyue half admitted his mistake and half acted coquettishly, "I watched Jiang Qinghe grow up, don't I look forward to him?"
"..."
Wen Qingyu didn't want to pay attention to her, got up and walked out.
And Jiang Qinghe, who ran out in a hurry, was filled with anger and sadness and didn't know who to talk to.
He was so angry that he had to walk around.
He happened to bump into Yan Yun who was returning to Linshui Residence.
"Brother, why are you walking around here?"
Yan Yun's hair was a little messy. She put the hair that fell on her cheeks behind her ears and asked doubtfully.
"It's nothing, I just had a nightmare and I was so angry."
Jiang Qinghe almost wanted to tell everything about what happened just now. Thinking of how sad his junior sister would be if she knew about it, she changed her words.
"Why did you come back so late?"
Afraid that she would think too much, Jiang Qinghe quickly changed the topic.
"Oh, I practiced my sword skills."
Yan Yun was sensitive by nature, so he naturally noticed the irritability and sadness radiating from his body.
After thinking about it, she finally said, "Senior brother, if you have anything unhappy, you can tell me."
Although she is not very good at comforting people, her companionship can be considered comforting.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'll go back first."
How dare Jiang Qinghe say that? He sneered a few times and ran very fast, "Go back early."
Looking at his hurried back, Yan Yun couldn't help but sigh, the heartless Jiang Qinghe had troubles, let alone them.
"Host, we still have 160,000 to complete our mission."
