Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

Early the next morning, Yan Yun's door was kicked open.

"Yanyun!"

"Are you still not getting up? What time is it?"

Yan Yun opened his eyes in confusion, opened the quilt in panic, and said reflexively, "Mom, breakfast is on the table, you can eat it yourself."

She was stunned for a moment just after she finished speaking, and the visitor seemed to be stunned for a moment as well, "What is that?"

It turned out to be Song Qingyue. She was standing in the wind and snow, her red dress forming a sharp contrast with the white snow, making her face look like a bright moon, warm and bright.

Yan Yun laughed, at himself.

"Senior sister, how come you have time to visit my humble abode?"

Seeing that Song Qingyue was the only one there, Yan Yun felt a little nervous. She rubbed her eyes and patted her face to make herself more awake.

"This lady wants 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 would not have come to this cold place.

Thinking of Yan Yun's nonsense yesterday, Song Qingyue decided to give her a good beating.

Hearing that Song Qingyue was really going to teach her a lesson, Yan Yun wailed in her heart, knowing that she would not live long!

She simply washed her face, picked up her sword and followed Song Qingyue. They were going to the sword field.

The sword field is right next to the Lunxue Hall, and both are located in the central area of ​​Changle Sect. One would not know how eye-catching it would be along the way.

The golden sunlight shines on the earth, adding warmth to the mottled stone road.

At first, Song Qingyue was known as the little witch, but she was beautiful and talented, and had a rare fire-type spiritual root aptitude. No matter how angry everyone was, they just thought she was just a little girl with a temper.

Six years ago, she went out for training and accidentally fell into the demon world.

In the world of cultivating immortals, those who fall into the demon world have almost no chance of survival, so no one knows how she came back. Not only did she come back, but she even cultivated to the level of a golden elixir, a golden elixir that she achieved in less than forty years!

It is really surprising that a genius like Wen Qingyu took more than 30 years to reach the Golden Elixir stage after breaking through the Qi training stage.

Some elders in the sect also vaguely mentioned exploring Song Qingyue's soul, but Yu Feng rejected it mercilessly.

Song Qingyue looked back and seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Yun's appearance. "If you behave yourself, I will allow you to remove the spell on your face. After all, you are no match for one of my fingers."

Yan Yun said nothing, her eyes slightly gloomy. Sooner or later, she would take back all the injustices imposed on her.

"Thank you, senior sister."

Her voice was soft and quiet, and she smiled ingratiatingly, but her face was still timid and unpresentable.

Song Qingyue laughed triumphantly, her laughter as sweet as a silver bell, attracting countless people to stop and look at her.

One was as beautiful as a fairy, the other was as ugly as a demon, one was a substitute and the other was the original owner. Many people who had no classes today ran over just to watch this ridiculous scene.

The two of them came all the way to the sword field, followed by a large group of disciples who came to watch the fun, and immediately blocked the entrance.

Song Qingyue did it on purpose. She just didn't like Yan Yun who was taking her place. Her existence reminded her all the time that Yu Feng actually treated Yan Yun as his substitute.

Jiang Qinghe was also practicing sword skills at the sword field when he suddenly heard a commotion at the door.

Sweat slightly soaked the hair on his forehead. He was wearing training clothes today, looking heroic and dashing, with some of his boyish innocence gone.

He looked back and saw that it was Yan Yun and the senior sister.

Jiang Qinghe put away his sword, feeling a little anxious, "Yan Yun!"

Before he arrived, he called Yan Yun and told her that he was here.

"Junior brother, why did you only greet her?"

Song Qingyue frowned slightly. A beautiful woman with a frown always looks extra lovable. Suddenly everyone looked at Jiang Qinghe with condemnation in their eyes.

"Yanyun, you haven't been to the sword field for a long time. I have also learned the Wanhua Sword Technique recently, so I am more than capable of teaching you!"

Jiang Qinghe is only a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He was beaten in Jiuxiao Palace yesterday, so he naturally had some resentment towards several people. In addition, he was straightforward and simply ignored Song Qingyue.

Seeing that Jiang Qinghe was deliberately ignoring him, Song Qingyue's face darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but sneer, "Junior brother, you should take care of yourself. Yan Yun is naturally stupid, and you are not much better."

As soon as she said this, the whole place was in an uproar.

Although Jiang Qinghe's talent is not as good as Wen Qingyu's, he is also one of the best in the sect. He broke through the foundation-building stage at a young age, and even Yu Feng praised him a few words.

But the other party is Song Qingyue, who has reached the Golden Core stage in less than forty years. He does have some capital, but in the eyes of others, he is too arrogant. If Jiang Qinghe is stupid, then wouldn't they be rubbish?

For a moment, no one knew whose joke it was.

"you!"

Jiang Qinghe was very angry with her, but she was his senior sister and his master doted on her, so he didn't dare to say anything. He looked at her angrily and wanted to pull Yan Yun away.

"Yanyun, I am here to teach you today, where are you going?"

Song Qingyue smiled triumphantly and waved at Yan Yun as if she was greeting 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, she doesn't need to learn from you."

Jiang Qinghe grabbed Yan Yun's arm angrily, "Besides, she doesn't want to learn from you either."

"Oh? Really, Yanyun, go ahead."

Song Qingyue raised her hand and looked at her rouge-colored nails as if admiring them, her eyes full of meaning as she looked at Yan Yun. Deep red spiritual power surrounded her fingertips, as if she would attack directly as long as Yan Yun said "no".

Her arrogant action also made Jiang Qinghe stunned, and Yan Yun's eyes moved, and then he pushed his hand away, "Brother, you go ahead and do your thing, I'll follow Senior Sister."

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Yan Yun doesn't want to confront Song Qingyue directly for the time being. She doesn't have the capital to do so.

Song Qingyue smiled, looking particularly charming under the sunlight, but who could have imagined how dark his heart was.

Jiang Qinghe was still unwilling to let go, so Yan Yun had to give him a reassuring look. Song Qingyue would make things difficult for her, but he would not take her life.

As Yu Feng's favorite disciple, Song Qingyue naturally has her own sword practice room, but she deliberately wants everyone to see Yan Yun make a fool of herself, so she teaches her directly outside.

"Swordsmanship requires understanding, 70% talent and 30% diligence. Since you are so stupid, you should start with the basics."

Song Qingyue held the sword in a very serious manner, and for no reason he looked a bit fierce.

After most of the day, Song Qingyue nodded reluctantly. The original owner had practiced basic skills very solidly, almost forming muscle memory, and there was really nothing wrong with it.

"It was Senior Brother who taught you before. Senior Brother is kindhearted, but I am not. From today on, I will swing my sword 10,000 times every day."

"Senior Sister, I swing my sword 20,000 times every day."

Yan Yun kindly reminded her that although she had not wielded the sword in the few days since she traveled through time, the original owner was extremely demanding of himself, even to the point of being perverted.