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

Yan Yun glanced at him dimly. Fortunately, she had spoken early so she could practice one move.

Otherwise, it will be troublesome if you really go astray.

She took out the jade book and turned to the last page, memorizing each move as she practiced.

Only after she had memorized it completely did she take back the jade certificate.

Yan Yun was not in a hurry to start practicing. He just stood there quietly and closed his eyes.

She just stood there quietly, and Zhou Zhengyuan watched her, afraid that she would go crazy again.

In the haze, she felt as if she had merged into one with all things.

But this feeling was fleeting. The sound of the wind was still in my ears, and the croaking of frogs could be heard from time to time in the silent night.

Yan Yun opened his eyes and resigned himself to practicing basic sword moves.

It is too difficult to achieve the unity of heaven, man and sword.

Zhou Zhengyuan didn’t know how long she had been practicing. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

"Clang-"

It was the sound of a sword accidentally falling to the ground.

He opened his eyes dazedly and found that the girl hadn't left yet.

Yan Yun squatted on the ground, her ink-black long hair a little disheveled. She looked at her hands, which were trembling slightly due to numbness from repeating several movements for a long time.

"Why are you working so hard? Go back and rest early."

His voice still sounded a little sleepy. He stood up and stretched, with a hint of confusion in his sleepy eyes.

"Uncle Master, I can't lose."

The moonlight fell gently on her, and she whispered, "What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger."

She will either succeed or perish.

Relying on this belief, she overcame one seemingly insurmountable obstacle after another.

At this moment, Zhou Zhengyuan truly realized that the weakness and gentleness she showed was only her most superficial side.

She is very strong inside.

"Thank you, uncle! You taught me so much."

She looked at him and thanked him sincerely, "You are really amazing. I think you shouldn't stay here in obscurity."

Zhou Zhengyuan turned around and paused, silent...

Frame after frame of images flashed through his mind. In the end, he said nothing and walked back to the cabin with the chair.

He pushed open the door of the wooden house, but Yan Yun's words kept echoing in his mind.

Let him think about it, how long has the war between humans and demons lasted?

One hundred years ago? Two hundred years ago?

The dusty past was revealed, and he stood there, only to realize that he hadn't thought about this for a long time, and even numbly accepted everything now.

Yan Yun picked up the Dawn Sword and wiped it carefully with his sleeve.

"It must be difficult for you to follow me as your master."

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, her voice sounding somewhat lonely in the night, her fingers lightly stroking the sword.

At this time, the lights were still on inside Songzhu Peak.

Four people sat opposite each other in the room. There was steaming tea on the table. Mist was rising, blurring the faces of several people.

"What are you talking about! She must be Yan Yun. What right do you have to say that about her?"

After hearing Wen Qingyu's words, Jiang Qinghe lost his composure and stood up suddenly.

His face and words were full of anger.

The tea in the cup swayed due to his movements and spilled onto the table.

"Does it mean that you think it is right for her to beg for mercy from you in a humble way?"

He didn't even know how he said it, he was so shocked.

Jiang Qinghe felt that Yan Yun was doing well now. She was much better after leaving them than before.

"Qinghe, you are too excited."

Wen Qingyu didn't expect Jiang Qinghe to react so strongly. He had watched him grow up since he was a child and he was like a brother and a father to him. There was a hint of surprise on his face.

"That's not what I meant. Qinghe, calm down first."

Wen Qingyu felt that his words were a little awkward. "How can a person change so much in a short period of time? Don't you find it strange?"

"You are the one who follows her most often, don't you notice anything wrong?"

"It's precisely because I'm often with her that I think what you say is too ridiculous. You have no idea how she lived in the past."

This was the first time Jiang Qinghe had an argument with Wen Qingyu.

He has always admired and respected his senior brother. He felt that although he was born with an eye disease, his heart was more determined than anyone else.

He is the well-deserved chief of Changle Sect.

"Brother, I told you not to tell him. Look at what he has become. He is just a little girl."

Song Qingyue sneered, and his brows became domineering at this moment.

She looked at Jiang Qinghe and said, "Junior brother, don't be so stupid."

"Qingyue, now is not the time to talk about this."

Wen Qingyu frowned, adding a hint of sadness to his picturesque face. The two of them were more anxious than the other.

Wan Houtingshen was just a bystander, so when the three of them started arguing, he naturally had no chance to speak.

"Yes, Senior Sister, you are the smartest."

When Jiang Qinghe looked at her, the disgust in his eyes hurt her heart.

"Anyway, I won't believe it."

Seeing that Wen Qingyu wanted to say something, Jiang Qinghe said this in a stiff tone, opened the door and left.

The door creaked, just like the uneasy moods of the people.

"You're too impulsive."

Wen Qingyu took a deep breath, as if he had not expected things to turn out like this.

The aura on his body became cold and stern, making people feel awe. "I just want to ask him why you insist on telling him everything. What do you want?"

"Brother, I am just worried that Jiang Qinghe will suffer..."

Song Qingyue half admitted her fault and half acted like a spoiled child, "I watched Jiang Qinghe grow up, too. Don't I hope for him to be well?"

"..."

Wen Qingyu didn't want to pay attention to her, so he got up and walked out.

Jiang Qinghe ran out in a hurry, and at this moment, he didn't know who to talk to about his anger and sadness.

He was so angry that he had to walk around.

I just happened to run into Yan Yun who was returning to Linshuiju.

"Brother, why are you walking around here?"

Yan Yun's hair was a little messy. She tucked the hair that fell on her cheek behind her ear and asked in confusion.

"Nothing, just had a nightmare and was really angry."

Jiang Qinghe almost wanted to tell everything that had just happened, but when he thought about how sad his junior sister would be if she knew, he changed the subject.

"Why are you back so late?"

Afraid that she would think too much, Jiang Qinghe quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, I practiced swordsmanship."

Yan Yun was sensitive by nature, so she naturally noticed the irritability and sadness emanating from him.

After thinking for a while, she said: "Brother, if you are unhappy about something, you can tell me."

Although she is not very good at comforting people, company is still a kind of comfort.

"It's okay, I'll go back first."

Jiang Qinghe didn't dare to say anything. He laughed awkwardly and ran away quickly, "You should go back soon."

Looking at his hurried back, Yan Yun couldn't help but sigh that even the heartless Jiang Qinghe had troubles, let alone them.

"Host, we still have 160,000 tasks to complete."