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

"Understand?"

After Zhou Zhengyuan finished speaking, he smacked his lips and said, "Ba Ba Ba, your mouth is so dry."

I almost got myself into trouble.

"No."

Yan Yun pondered for a few seconds, then raised his head and sincerely said two words that made Zhou Zhengyuan bleed.

"I'll give you one more chance, do you understand?"

Looking at Zhou Zhengyuan's clenched fist, Yan Yun got scared.

"……understood."

But for some reason my brain became a mess.

"Then can I practice directly now?"

Yan Yun, who understood a little bit, looked at Zhou Zhengyuan who was also a little dizzy with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

"Practice, practice. When the time comes, I'll watch you and I won't believe it."

Zhou Zhengyuan didn't believe it. He thought that he wouldn't go crazy, right?

"Thank you, uncle."

She smiled. Although she didn't know what this uncle-master was talking about, she thought she would not go astray with him watching over her.

As it was still broad daylight, she would have to come back at night.

After Yan Yun left, Zhou Zhengyuan, who was forced to work overtime, lay back down to bask in the sun, muttering, "Who is her master?"

When he returns to the arena, the first thing he will do is beat up Yu Feng and that group of idiots!

Once the three-day registration period is over, the martial arts competition will not officially begin until another week.

Although she is not smart and her comprehension is not that good, she is very competitive by nature. Since she has participated, she will definitely not be the last one.

As night falls, a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, surrounded by a circle of soft light, and stars are reflected on the curtain.

"My sister was expelled from Changle Sect, and so were others..."

Before leaving, Ning Wanwan suddenly said: "My father was very angry when he found out, but his attitude towards me suddenly improved."

She understood that he only briefly shifted his gaze to her because he could no longer rely on Ning Zhiyu.

"Ah."

Yan Yun stood at the door, listened to her words, did not express any opinion, and closed the door with a creak.

Those who are involved are often confused. There are some things that Ning Wanwan has to figure out on her own. As an outsider, no matter how much she says, it will be useless.

When she passed by the Spirit Pet Garden, she heard a commotion inside.

In fact, the spiritual pets in the world of immortal cultivation are domesticated monsters that can be contracted. The higher the level of the monster, the more difficult it is to tame, because they have pure bloodlines, and their wildness and unruliness are engraved in their bones.

Just by listening to the sound, one could imagine the chaos inside. Yan Yun took a curious look inside.

It wouldn't matter if you didn't look, but as soon as you looked, you happened to meet a pair of golden eyes.

"Lord Songmian, you can't just take her away whenever you want. This is against the rules."

"Yes, please don't embarrass me..."

"What's the matter? It's difficult. Get out of the way."

A silver double-crane hair crown tied up his smooth white hair neatly, and there was a hint of red between his eyebrows.

His eyes were long and narrow, and the golden pupils added a sense of mystery to his appearance. His expression was cold, and he frowned slightly, showing some impatience.

Yan Yun withdrew his gaze, feeling that the person looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was, so he took a step forward and planned to continue walking.

"Yanyun, come here."

But he called out Yan Yun's name accurately.

Songmian knew that she was Yu Feng's disciple.

He hadn't been back for a long time, so naturally he didn't know what had happened in the sect. It seemed like the last time he saw Yan Yun was the last time.

Five or six years ago?

Hearing him calling her name, Yan Yun paused. Why did she have such a vague impression of this person?

"Why can't I take this egg away? Explain to me."

He spoke in strange punctuations, like a child who had failed to learn how to speak.

"Don't you know me, anymore?"

"I am your master's contracted beast..."

At the end, he seemed a little unconvinced, and even his brows were visibly furrowed.

After he said that, Yan Yun finally remembered.

Yu Feng's contracted beast is a two-headed white-feathered dragon that he brought out from the Dragon Abyss when he was a teenager. It is a ninth-grade demon beast, but Yan Yun has rarely seen him. He only saw him once when he first joined the sect, and he was scared half to death at that time.

I didn't expect that he could transform into a human now.

"He is no longer my master."

Yan Yun corrected, but this dragon has a really good memory. I didn’t expect that he would remember it after only seeing it once.

"Oh... is he going to die?"

Song Mian's tone was very calm, if you could ignore the uncontrollable upward curl of his lips...

"...?"

Is this contracted beast so wild?

Songmian was doing well outside when he suddenly received a call from Yu Feng, so he hurried back.

When passing by the Spirit Pet Garden, I sensed a familiar breath.

The two-headed white-feathered dragon is a rare monster in the world of immortal cultivation, and it has a noble bloodline. If he had not been unable to defeat Yu Feng when he was young, he would not have wanted to be his contracted beast!

"They kept saying that we couldn't take it away. Why can't we?"

Song Mian held an egg tightly in his arms, a trace of confusion appeared on his face, and his tone was even a little aggrieved.

If he hadn't been scolded by Yu Feng for hitting someone, he would have wanted to do it.

"Because this is the sect's property, it's not yours. If you want to take it away, you have to follow the rules."

Although Yan Yun didn't want to have anything to do with Yu Feng anymore, who could resist a silly, innocent girl with white hair?

Protecting animals is everyone’s responsibility!

"Okay...well, you're really useless. I'll go find Yu Feng."

Song Mian put down the egg in disappointment, a hint of loss flashed in his eyes, "You can go now."

He thought Yan Yun could help him.

Yan Yun felt confused when he walked out of the spirit pet garden. He felt like he was being scolded.

Yu Feng’s contracted beast has been traveling for a long time. It couldn’t be that something big happened that it suddenly came back.

But she soon put this episode behind her, and when she arrived at the scrapyard, Zhou Zhengyuan had been waiting for a long time.

"Uncle Master, should I start now?"

Yan Yun was still a little scared. He confirmed several times before picking up the sword and practicing the first move.

"You need to comprehend the world, not just focus on the sword."

"They are the oneness of man and sword, but we want the Heavenly Sword, do you understand?"

He lay in the chair, mumbling to himself.

"You practice first, I'll take a nap..."

Yan Yun listened to every word and tried to understand the nature.

Since the five elements are interdependent, she can use more than just water and wood aura.

Should she lead the spirit first?

If she draws the spirit into her body while practicing swordsmanship, will she be able to reach the realm of Heavenly Sword?

As soon as this idea came up, Yan Yun's eyes lit up. It was difficult just to think about it, but how would you know if it would work if you didn't try.

So in this case, can I regard the sword body as my own Dantian?

Yan Yun tried again and again to connect the two together, but failed again and again.

The last time she almost vomited blood. Was it because she was too anxious and did something wrong?

Yan Yun took out the jade edict again. Yes, that’s it.

She squatted on the ground, carefully looking over every move and every form, trying to think if she had done anything wrong.

Finally, she put away the jade tablet and picked up the sword again.

Yan Yun calmed himself down, slowly reintroduced his spiritual power into the sword, and then started swinging the sword.

The wind rose and the sword fell. Each of her moves was very straight and made a rustling sound. Although it could not be called flowing like water, she completed the first move smoothly.

"Not bad, not bad, that's it."

As soon as Zhou Zhengyuan opened his eyes, he saw her practicing the first move, which looked quite good, so he immediately started to praise her.

Yan Yun received his praise and was about to ask him further about what happened just now.

But before she could take the first step, a countercurrent of energy rushed into her body from the tip of the sword, running wildly through her meridians.

The next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"..."

Zhou Zhengyuan's face turned anxious, this was a sign of going astray.

"Uncle Master, why is this happening? I did everything according to the instructions."

Yan Yun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth in a panic. The turbulent countercurrent of energy had not yet subsided, and she was breathing heavily in discomfort.

He frowned, stepped forward quickly, put his hand on her back, and used gentle spiritual power to help her calm the chaos in her body.

After a while, Yan Yun felt that the spiritual energy in his meridians had returned to normal.

"Let me think about it!"

Zhou Zhengyuan was also puzzled, because he was not wrong.

Yan Yun rubbed her chest, still feeling stuffy and uncomfortable, and waited for him to clear her up.

After a long while, Zhou Zhengyuan clenched his fist and made a fake pounding motion on the table, "I know!"

"why?"

"I forgot to tell you that you have to practice from the last page."

At the end he felt a little guilty, it had been so long that he had forgotten about it!

He really didn't mean it.

"..."

Yan Yun, who was waiting for an answer with a smile on his face just now, suddenly lost his smile. In fact, sometimes he is more reliable!

Isn't this pure deception?