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

Listening to the sound of a child crying beside her, Yan Yun felt inexplicably sad. Just when she was about to help them bury the leader of the Yanyue Sect, he suddenly opened his eyes again.

"Wait a minute, there's one thing I haven't said yet."

Yan Yun silently wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his head, almost burying the person, "You say."

"You don't have to worry about not having money to feed them. Just take this deed and collect the debt."

Fang Jiuru died after he finished explaining this matter. Yan Yun looked at the slightly wrinkled book in his hand and opened it amid the sobbing of people around him.

It clearly states that the leader of Changle Sect, Liang Xun, owes the leader of Yanyue Sect, Fang Jiuru, 3.67 million low-grade spirit stones.

He owed so much? And it was Liang Xun?

Yan Yun suppressed the shock in her heart. She put away the deed and helped the children bury Fang Jiuru.

Those children stood in front of Fang Jiuru's grave for a long time and were reluctant to leave. They were all unwanted children picked up by Fang Jiuru, and they had long regarded him as their closest relative.

Yan Yun squatted aside and waited for them.

She will go treasure hunting first, and then go to Changle Sect to collect debts and bring Chuntian out with her.

The girl who had just asked Yan Yun to save Fang Jiuru was called Xiao Shi. She was the oldest among these children, only one year older than Yan Yun.

Xiaoshi had stopped crying long ago, her eyes were sore and painful that she picked up the youngest child and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid there will be monsters after dark. Let's go."

The children obviously listened to her. They wiped their tears and followed her to Yan Yun.

"My name is Xiao Shi. We will definitely follow you obediently from now on."

When Xiao looked at Yan Yun, there was some anxiety in his slightly red eyes. If only she could be as powerful as her, she could protect everyone.

"My name is Yan Yun." Yan Yun saw that they all looked at her with vigilance, and introduced herself in a gentle voice.

Yan Yun? There was a person named Yan Yun in their sect before, and Xiao couldn't help but feel that it was a bit of a coincidence.

When leaving, Xiao Shi couldn't help but take another look at Fang Jiuru's grave. At this moment, a seed of hatred was planted, and she must avenge her sect leader.

Yan Yun comforted them and asked them to rest first while she looked around.

This sect is really small, with a total of seven or eight rooms, with the training rooms and practice rooms clearly separated. The farthest building is a three-story building with a plaque with three large characters "Book Collection Pavilion" hanging in front of it.

Looking at these layouts, she actually felt a sense of familiarity.

She came to the library and pushed open the door with a creaky sound.

The building was a bit stuffy, so she raised her hand and a white light came on. The room was filled with books neatly arranged, containing the simplest spells.

Going further up, there are some skills, but the third level only has a book.

It is the History of the Yanyue Clan.

Out of curiosity, Yan Yun picked up the book and opened it. This sect was so small, yet it seemed to have existed for many, many years.

Just as she thought, the Yanyue Sect has a history of three to four hundred years, and the original intention of establishing this sect was to provide a place for abandoned children to stay, allowing them to learn some skills to survive, and after they become adults, they can choose whether to stay or leave.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

She sensed someone coming from afar, but it was not a dangerous aura, it should be those children.

"Why can you open this book?"

It was a small hour ago. She stood at the door, her expression showing some surprise and confusion under the white light.

After she coaxed her fellow junior brothers and sisters to sleep, she saw a light coming from the library and went over there.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Yun was also puzzled. Could it be that this book could not be opened?

"This history book can only be opened by those who have worshipped the founder of Yanyue Sect and become disciples of Yanyue Sect."

"you"

Is it because she has a spiritual ring on her hand? I didn’t understand it when I was young, because the sect history contains the secret method created by the Yanyue Sect, so there are restrictions on it, and non-Yanyue Sect disciples cannot open it.

"Maybe it's because I have a spiritual ring."

Yan Yun shook her head, but soon she remembered that she had not yet let the spirit ring recognize her as its master.

In the original owner's memory, she was abandoned by her parents and then taken back by Yu Feng.

She tried hard to recall, but found nothing about the original owner's parents, not even a blurry face. The original owner had been five or six years old when she entered the sect, so she should be able to remember things.

Yan Yun seemed to have thought of something. The name of each disciple was recorded at the end of the book, and she kept flipping through it.

The moment she saw her name, her pupils shrank slightly. Why did that happen?

Wasn’t the original owner abandoned by his parents?

"Host, he must have changed your memory."

Duocai felt her emotional fluctuations. For Yu Feng, a man who had lived for thousands of years, it was not impossible for him to tamper with the memory of a child... What a despicable man!

"Where did she go?"

Yan Yun pointed at her name and raised her head to look at Xiao Shi, even though she already had a vague answer in her heart.

"She got lost. The sect leader went to the mountains to collect herbs that day and we followed them to play. When we came back, she was gone... The sect leader searched for her for a long time but couldn't find her." Xiao Shi had a bold idea in his mind, but the face of the person in front of him didn't match the person in his memory.

After she said this, Yan Yun understood everything, and she felt indescribable sadness and anger in her heart.

If Yu Feng wanted to accept a disciple, he could have explained it to the then leader of the Yanyue Sect. But he took the original owner away without saying a word, tampered with her memory and gave her warmth in the manner of a savior.

Yan Yun thought that the right thing Yu Feng did for the original owner was to save the abandoned original owner, but he didn't expect that for the original owner, in the end, this little warmth was fake.

At this moment, she felt deeply sad for the original owner.

"Look at me." Yan Yun removed the disguise on his face, revealing his true face.

The moment he saw her true face, Xiao Shi was stunned.

"You put your hand over your name."

Maybe they just look alike. Xiao didn't believe in such a coincidence. Besides, if she was Yan Yun who was lost, why didn't she recognize them at all?

Yan Yun gently placed his finger on her name, and the next second, her name lit up.

"You are really Yan Yun... Then why don't you remember me and the Sect Master at all?"

Xiao Shi's face was full of disbelief. When she mentioned Fang Jiuru, her heart began to ache again.

"Sorry, I don't remember what happened before."

Yan Yun closed the clan history, her eyelashes drooped, and after going around in circles, she returned to the starting point and discovered a more cruel truth.

Xiao Shi looked at her, and the uneasiness and doubt in his heart were completely dispelled. He turned and sat opposite her, "No wonder, where did you go at that time? But it's good that you left. You are very powerful now, and I am happy for you."

"Have you been doing well these years?"

When she asked this question, Yan Yun recalled the original owner's absurd life and felt a helpless sense of fate.

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