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Because she didn't want to see Lanshan's face, Mu Qingyuan stayed outside for several days before going back.

She was adjusting her facial expressions all the way.

She ran away just after she recovered her memory three years ago and never pretended at all. During the past three years, she has not even pretended and has no intention of contacting the Sword Sect.

This time when I return to the Sword Sect, although I can't figure out Lanshan's purpose, I can't be exposed and targeted right from the start.

"...You might as well not make any adjustments at all." The Xuan-Yuan Sword spirit couldn't bear to watch and complained:

"It is more sarcastic than a fake smile and more hypocritical than a false smile."

Mu Qingyuan's face fell, "..."

"That's it. You never treated anyone kindly when you lost your memory anyway, so why not just leave it as it is."

Mu Qingyuan nodded.

彳庍口巴.

She flew leisurely along the way, stopping from time to time to buy some snacks from roadside restaurants and stalls, and occasionally exchanging silver for some interesting gadgets.

Anyway, she doesn't have much else on her, but she has money.

Because her memory had not fully recovered, she did not remember why she had only silver on her body instead of spirit stones.

When Mu Qingyuan had bought enough and flew back to the Sword Sect on her sword, she could vaguely hear the disciples on the road happily discussing something.

“Brother Lanshan actually broke through from the Mahayana stage to the Tribulation Crossing stage in just three years! You are worthy of being the disciple of Master Qingzhu!”

"Brother Lanshan had to take care of the sect's internal affairs and practice at the same time in the past few years, but he was able to achieve such success..."

"Doesn't he have two crazy sisters to take care of? I saw them earlier and they don't look as crazy as the rumors say. It seems that they are being taken care of very well!"

"The Sword Sect is able to have such a role model. As a disciple of the Sword Sect, I am truly honored!"

……

Mu Qingyuan listened for a while and only caught one key point.

Lanshan was already in the Mahayana stage three years ago! ?

No wonder she always felt that this person’s breakthrough was incredibly fast!

Because she subconsciously still believed that this person was still at the Nascent Soul stage.

"The sequelae of the Formless Nightmare." The Xuanyuan Sword spirit soothed him:

"This is what I said three years ago. You didn't need to know since you were not strong enough at that time."

No wonder, the spirit of Xuan-Yuan Sword was probably afraid of hurting her, so it didn't tell her in detail.

But when Lanshan was loading goods inside the ice tower, he told her the same thing...

Nascent Soul stage.

Mu Qingyuan suddenly felt a chill on her back.

Not right.

Since Lanshan didn't tell the truth three years ago, why did he say that he had broken through to the point of transcending the tribulation when he communicated with her a few days ago?

Did I forget to cover it up, or...

Don’t want to act anymore?

Mu Qingyuan felt as if she had attended a Hongmen Banquet.

"At worst, we can escape together." The Xuanyuan Sword Spirit was experienced and said calmly:

"There is a secret spiritual realm in the North Sea. At worst, we can escape there to practice and then come back to fight when the time comes."

"...Then why didn't you go in the first place?" Mu Qingyuan accused with eyes wide open, her eyes full of 'why didn't you tell me there was such a good place earlier'.

"You are a swordsman."

The sword spirit smiled faintly and said, "Practicing Taoism is to go against the will of heaven, and sword cultivation is to move forward with an unyielding spirit, and never retreat even if the road ahead is bumpy."

"I'm here to cover you up, but I'm not here to spoil you."

"If you want to explore the great way, every destined dangerous situation is essential."

Mu Qingyuan suddenly realized.

Her thoughts were in a mess, but she seemed to have some sense of something.

"Understand your way well."

The sword spirit stopped there and said with relief:

"As your natal spirit sword, anyone or anything may betray you, but I never will."

"You and I are one."

"Unless you break the contract, we will always be in the same boat."

*

Qingzhu Peak.

Mu Qingyuan went back to her previous residence and took a stroll.

Her slender knuckles stroked the edge of the table, her white fingers not stained with any dust.

It’s so clean that it doesn’t look like it has been uninhabited for three years.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Mu Qingyuan's almond-shaped eyes narrowed, he drew his sword, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

The wooden bed in the room was hung with a gauze curtain, and a human figure could be vaguely seen swaying between them.

Could it be that someone did something bad and ran into her bed...

Mu Qingyuan's eye twitched and her expression changed slightly.

She was cautious and did not go forward to lift the curtain. Instead, she used her spiritual energy to lift the hanging gauze curtain.

The tall and slender young man had a look of shame and indignation, his upturned eyes were filled with a faint red, his body was bound with distinct silk threads, and his long hair was scattered like ink.

Looking closely at his face, Mu Qingyuan asked hesitantly:

"Luo...Lan Yan?"

The young man groaned twice in dissatisfaction.

Mu Qingyuan stepped forward and took the cotton ball out of his mouth, "...or Luo Lanting?"

"it's me."

The corners of Lorantin's eyes were still red, but the shame and anger on his face faded quickly like the tide.

"If I had known that you were the one who had tied me up, I wouldn't have pretended."

A pair of seductive eyes with pink bubbles floated over, but Mu Qingyuan waved them away without even looking at them.

Luo Lanting drooped his brows and said, "But why is your first reaction my brother?"

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes, "Could it be that you have been in contact behind my back?!"

Mu Qingyuan didn't know how he could come up with so many ideas at once.

"It's a good idea."

Mu Qingyuan replied casually, pulling the silk thread on his body with her spiritual power.

——Not torn apart.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

The long sword at his waist was unsheathed.

Luo Lanting looked at the approaching sword and his expression changed drastically:

"It's a tonic! I was just joking... so big a deal!?"

Mu Qingyuan ignored this funny guy. She moved her fingertips slightly and swung the sword horizontally, with the sword energy hitting the silk thread accurately.

Not moving.

She didn't give up and swung her sword twice more, but the sword energy still sank into the sea without any ripples.

"..."

Luo Lanting put away his playful expression and his face gradually became serious.

"…It's Qianqingsi."

Mu Qingyuan sighed.

"It's a trap."

She closed her eyes helplessly, feeling the footsteps approaching outside the door.

"3, 2, 1..."

The confusion in Lorantin's eyes was obvious.

"you……"

‘Bangdang——’

The door was knocked open by the sword energy and was about to collapse.

“They’re really here!”

"The world is bright and clear, but morals are declining..."

"Master Qingzhu's reputation has been ruined by his two female disciples..."

"How could she do such a thing..."

The whispers of discussion reached her ears. Mu Qingyuan turned around expressionlessly and looked directly at the gentle young man standing behind Master Qingzhu.

With a jade-like face and red lips, she appears to be very gentle and elegant, but in her eyes she looks as cold and sinister as an evil spirit.

It seems she guessed wrong.

It’s not that I forgot, nor that I don’t want to act anymore.

It was a trap set up to wait for her to fall into it.