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

Yan Yun had long considered developing in the sect, but had no chance. Now, the opportunity is right in front of him!

Her eyes lit up when she thought about making money.

No one can resist making money!

Then doesn't she have to write a sign first?

Thinking of this, she even forgot about collecting the debt and hurried to Linshuiju.

The wind blew past her, blowing away the depression she had just felt because her points were cut in half, and her steps became lighter.

A thin layer of clouds had covered the moon at some point, and the road ahead became dim. She looked from afar and saw a person standing in front of her.

When I passed that person, I only heard him say, "Yan Yun."

She stopped and looked back.

The man's narrow and long eyes were slightly raised, and there was complete indifference in the depths of his eyes.

It’s Chen Changyu.

"Are you alright?"

Could it be that he came to avenge her for what happened that day? She looked up and saw that the moon was completely blocked.

It was indeed, a dark and windy night, a good opportunity to kill someone. She silently touched the non-existent cold sweat on her forehead and took a step back vigilantly.

"I'll leave if it's okay."

He didn't say anything and didn't make any other moves, so she spoke tentatively.

"Something's wrong. Stop."

Chen Changyu grabbed the back of Yan Yun's collar as he took a step forward, then frowned and let go of his hand in disgust, "What's that smell on you?"

……

"What's your business."

Yan Yun staggered a step before standing firm, then turned around and looked at him.

The little girl's face was blurry in the dim night, but her eyes were shining like stars.

"Why don't you like me? I have a good family background, I have talent, and my appearance is acceptable."

"If you get engaged to me, do you know how much benefit you can get? Look at you now..."

Chen Changyu really couldn't understand it. He was not narcissistic, although he did have the capital to be narcissistic.

But he didn't understand why she could give up so much in this world of immortal cultivation where people fight to the death for resources.

"I think I'm fine now."

Yan Yun didn't expect that he would come here to say these things. She interrupted him in a calm tone without hesitation.

"But you're right, I don't know what's good for me. Bye."

She didn't want to waste time explaining anything. Her current situation was already difficult.

If I get engaged to him, it would be a question whether I can live to the next day.

He is mentally ill, she is not.

Yan Yun's attitude made him uncomfortable. She said that he was ungrateful, but her eyes were very cold.

But he was too proud to chase her for a result.

He just couldn't figure it out.

After returning to Linshuiju, Yan Yun picked up the pen and started writing the sign.

After writing it, she admired it silently for three seconds, then without hesitation, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.

It's pretty good except it's not pretty...

After a night of practice, I opened my eyes and it was already dawn.

Outside the window, there were the chirping sounds of birds. It was still a little chilly in the morning. Before dawn, Yan Yun had already gone to the bamboo forest behind with his sword.

Walking in the breeze, the sound of bamboo leaves rustling in my ears makes me feel very calm.

She stepped on the bamboo leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Yesterday's battle with Lingcao Rabbit made her realize how weak she was. Fortunately, the hand holding the sword was not injured, so she could still practice.

Spring couldn't wait to jump out of the cloth bag, and rolled around among the withered yellow bamboo leaves on the ground, looking so happy.

She completed the basic exercises as usual and then began to swing the sword.

After swinging the sword, she sat on the ground to rest for a while. The wound from yesterday healed quickly after applying medicine. Ning Wanwan's medicine was quite effective.

After a while, she stood up, closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the wind.

Without the assistance of eyes, hearing becomes particularly sharp.

The wind blows and the bamboo leaves fall.

The moment the bamboo leaves fell, she opened her eyes, her gaze became sharp in an instant, and she swept the sword towards the falling bamboo leaves in front of her.

The sword made a whistling sound and a cold light flashed.

But not surprisingly, she missed.

It’s okay, try it a billion times again.

She needs to practice her speed and accuracy. Only in this way, by becoming stronger step by step, can she better herself and get rid of all this.

At first she couldn't even touch the edge of the bamboo leaves, but gradually, she could barely touch the corners of the bamboo leaves.

Although the progress is not big, she is already very happy.

It was not until the sun rose and she broke out in a sweat that she realized it was already noon.

The hand holding the sword was also very sore, so she put away the Dawn Sword and relaxed her muscles.

"In the spring, we went back."

Yan Yun picked up Chun Tian who was sleeping again and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to have no worries."

It heard her talking and kept looking at her with its wet eyes. Although it had been abandoned before, the puppy didn't remember anything and of course had no worries.

In the afternoon, she continued to practice the Spring Rain Technique that she had learned last time. At night, she went to the garbage dump to practice controlling her spiritual power, and came back to practice around midnight.

With this momentum, everyone can't help but say that this is a book within a book.

But she had no choice. Every step she took was like walking on the edge of a knife. If she didn't become stronger and work harder, she was afraid that one day she would be killed by these people.

People who have died once always cherish their lives more.

If possible, she also wanted to lie comfortably on the bed and play.

There is still one week left before the trade fair that Senior Sister Zhou Dongling mentioned. After the trade fair, it will be the three-day registration period for the martial arts competition.

Yesterday I received a letter from Lu Li, with an account book attached, saying that since she left, several people have come to see him one after another, but he doesn't know how to count, so he has to count for more than half an hour each time.

Don't say the seller is anxious, he is also very anxious!

The words were full of accusations against her, strongly urging her to come down the mountain and help her calculate.

Seeing him say this, Yan Yun, who was sitting in front of the window, couldn't help laughing. He mentioned that there were too few people in Liyuan Town, and there would probably not be many people left after this wave of people were collected. He asked her if she wanted to go to the city at that time.

In the city?

The original owner had never been to the city. After he said that, Yan Yun also became interested, but she had too many things to do recently and she didn't have time.

She took out the sound transmission note and wrote him a reply, comforting him a little and adding some encouraging words before sending it off.

Ning Wanwan pushed open the door, and what came into view was the girl's gentle profile, with the sunlight slightly falling on her eyelashes.

They all said that she looked like Senior Sister Song Qingyue, but Ning Wanwan didn't think so. Senior Sister was pretty and lively, with a radiant face, and one could tell at first glance that she was a doted young lady.

Look at Yanyun again.

She lowered her head and replied to the letter. She had a very special feeling on her body, just like the grass sprouts that pop up in the spring, with extremely strong vitality.

After that day, Ning Wanwan picked up the sword that she had thrown in the corner again. She didn't know if it was influenced by Yan Yun, the King of Scrolls, but every day Ning Wanwan got up before Yan Yun got up.

"Yanyun, do you think I can participate in the martial arts competition?"

Ning Wanwan couldn't change her habit of lowering her eyes whenever she looked at someone, so she asked in a low voice.

She is only at the fourth level of Qi training now. In previous years, she did not have the courage to participate. This year she wants to try it, but she is still a little scared.

"Of course you can. Look, I've been ranked last for so many years and I'm still going. What are you afraid of?"

Yan Yun went there without hesitation, not feeling ashamed at all. It took courage to go.

She had just copied a bill and checked it carefully, making sure it was correct.

"I didn't mean to bring up your sad story. I'm sorry."

Ning Wanwan wanted to apologize reflexively and waved her hands anxiously to show that she didn't mean it.

The person on the other side rubbed his head and said, "You don't have to apologize. Do you think I'm sad?"

The original owner was just like her, a person with strong resistance to blows.

After she said this, Ning Wanwan raised her eyes and looked at her, looking as if nothing had happened, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then shall I go?"

"Go and give it a try. You can get a bottle of rejuvenation pills when you go. Why not?"

Yan Yun stood up, patted her shoulder to show encouragement, then opened the door and walked out.

Ning Wanwan felt her touch. She liked this kind of closeness which was something she had never felt before.

Although Yan Yun was just being polite, it was a great encouragement to her.

She turned around and her eyes fell on Yan Yun's back.

Yan Yun walked out of Linshuiju and headed towards the library. She wanted to see if there was any suitable sword technique to learn and how many points were needed to redeem it.

Spells are also fine.

Although she is not a mage, she still needs to learn some, just in case it can save her life at a critical moment...