Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The minor disturbance was over, but everyone was still in shock. They looked at Cheng An, who was lying on the ground with a peaceful face. The girl, who had lost her aggressiveness, had gentle features, and her dark clothes made her look like she had just been pulled out of the water without looking out of place.

But everyone still felt a little guilty, especially Dan Feng.

Although the Chiming tribe sometimes use the cloud chanting technique when healing, it does not necessarily use real water. It is hard to say whether his move was affected by any personal emotions, such as being frightened.

Seeing that this man really stopped talking, several people surrounded him. Their wet black hair twisted like seaweed, spreading under Cheng An's body and on his face, like a mermaid sleeping on a reef.

Bai Heng took the lead and patted her shoulder: "Xiao Chengan? Are you okay? Can you open your eyes?"

The girl's breathing was steady but she was unresponsive.

Dan Feng coughed unnaturally: "Ahem, she will be fine tomorrow morning. I just used the water protection treatment to sober her up."

The rest of the people reluctantly accepted this explanation. But as things had developed to this point, they could no longer continue their meal. Fortunately, it was almost time to finish work, so Jing Yuan and Jing Liu quickly took Cheng An back home.

So when Cheng An woke up the next day feeling refreshed, he was surprised that he didn't feel any discomfort from his hangover at all. Then soon after, he heard from Jing Yuan about his behavior the night before.

She felt her face was on fire and her soul was leaving her body. She covered her face and banged her head against the wall. There was a loud "bang", and Jingyuan was so scared that he thought she was so depressed that she wanted to die by hitting her head against the wall.

"You don't have to be so shy. We are all good friends and no one will mind you saying a few words." Jing Yuan patted her shoulder from behind and comforted her, his face full of sympathy and pity.

"Really?" The voice came from between the fingers, muffled and with a hint of hope.

Jing Yuan blinked his eyes when he heard this, and said innocently, "You just grabbed Sister Bai Heng and made her admit that she was a pure and beautiful goddess, pulled Brother Ying Xing's hand and praised his beauty, and tried to grab Brother Feng but got knocked unconscious. You didn't scare me and Master at all."

"Uh, stop talking!" Cheng An screamed.

What does he mean? Isn't it true that everyone saw it and it scared people! Who does he mean by "not minding"? Is he just watching for fun?

She straightened up quietly, moved her head away from the wall, turned around, and her face was filled with spiritual enlightenment.

"Jing Yuan, tell Master Jing Liu that I am grateful for her shelter and teaching. I am going to the universe to practice the path of purity and beauty. Goodbye everyone, I will sail away tonight..."

Jing Yuan finally couldn't hold back his laughter: "Hahahahahahaha, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, hahahahahaha."

He laughed loudly and reached out to rub her head. Her hair, which had just been forced to be washed last night, felt good, fluffy and dry, worthy of the skill of the Chiming tribe.

Jing Liu, who was standing aside, looked at the two people talking and laughing in the corner, and felt deeply how great it was to be young.

Then call them to come back and continue practicing after the break.

Time is the best medicine to soothe heartache. In the following calm and busy life, life seemed to have returned to the days when nothing had happened. Cheng An also numbed himself, thinking that it was all in the past and it was not a big problem.

At that party, everyone was very friendly to this newcomer. They thought that a friend's apprentice with great talent would be taken care of even if they loved his family. So they added each other's contact information while chatting.

Even though she got drunk and played bogatyrami, and everyone tapped their toes on the ground, no one really cared about it later. They just occasionally chatted about it online as an interesting topic, and sighed that she was worthy of being a pure and beautiful knight who did not forget to promote aesthetic education even when drunk.

Cheng An had a hard time explaining this. She was obviously not a believer in pure beauty, and she never thought that she would suffer from the same disease as everyone else when she got drunk.

When she finally got over the embarrassment, Bai Heng suddenly sent her a message.

Bai Heng: "Look, look!"

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Bai Heng: "This is the latest weapon made by Ying Xing. It feels amazing. It's mine now."

Cheng An looked at the picture. It was a curved bow with smooth lines and excellent gloss. Even to an outsider like her, it looked very high-end.

Cheng An replied: "Wow, that looks super cool!"

Bai Heng: "Is that so? He has been practicing some very advanced skills recently. You have been learning swordsmanship from Jingliu for so long. It's time to take advantage of Master Baiye!"

Cheng An: "? Is this appropriate?"

"It does fit."

Suddenly, a voice appeared beside her. Cheng An was startled. Her body trembled and she turned her head to one side. She found that Jing Liu had come over at some point and was standing next to her. He saw her chatting with Bai Heng over her shoulder.

What’s going on, Master? How can I peek at the screen?

As if he understood Cheng An's look, Jing Liu said calmly: "Because you were too focused on your phone just now, and you looked like you were deep in thought. I just came over to shout and accidentally saw your conversation."

"What about you?" Cheng An tilted his head to the other shoulder. Jing Yuan looked innocent and calm. "I saw Master coming, so I came to see him too."

Okay, okay, I really don’t treat her as an outsider.

Cheng An had no intention of blaming him, and it wasn't a big deal. She followed Jing Liu's initial words and asked, "What did Master mean by 'it's really suitable'?"

Jingliu: "You have been learning swordsmanship for quite some time. It is time for you to have your own official sword."

"Brother Ying Xing has excellent craftsmanship, but there are not many people who are worthy of his weapons. Believe in yourself. He will not be disappointed when he sees that his work can perform well in your hands."

Jing Yuan was considerate. He understood Cheng An's embarrassment and Ying Xing's emphasis on friends and craftsmanship. His words satisfied the two people's wishes.

At this point, she couldn't refuse any longer and followed Jingliu to the famous Gongzaosi.

The people here wore special uniforms, and everyone had a professional look on their faces, doing their own job. Cheng An took a deep breath, and the air was full of the smell of science and engineering.

Jing Yuan and the other man were familiar with the place and soon arrived at Ying Xing's workshop.

The man in the room was fiddling with something. When he heard the noise, he turned around and saw the group of people coming as promised. If Jingliu wanted to give his new apprentice a suitable weapon, he had to do it himself.

When Cheng An entered the room, she was dazzled by the room full of drawings, tools and a table full of various swords. Ying Xing asked her to take a look for herself to see if there was anything she liked.

To be honest, she actually knew nothing about this. She was choosing just based on whether the sword was beautiful in appearance and whether it was easy to wield. However, every time she raised a sword and tried a few times, Ying Xing would shake his head and deny it.

For a moment, she felt that she was not in Star Iron Works at all. Could this be Ollivander's Wand Shop? Could she introduce the material of the sword, the hilt, and the forging process?

Finally, Ying Xing searched around and found a box from the shelf. Inside the box was a formation sword with gilded patterns and exquisite shape. The moment the lid was opened, one could feel the extraordinary nature of this weapon. It was obvious that it was a treasure that was kept at the bottom of the box.

Cheng An's pupils trembled. She was very familiar with that sword array. Wasn't this General Jing Yuan's dream body of Shi Huo?

She grasped the handle of the formation knife and wanted to take it out to have a look, but the knife was almost as tall as her and extremely heavy. If she were to wield it, she couldn't imagine how tired she would be. If the enemy saw her, they would just laugh for a while and then kill her in an instant.

Looking back at Jing Yuan, he was indeed surprised. He stepped forward and took out the formation knife, weighed it twice, and his eyes were full of satisfaction. The young man hugged the peerless weapon and stared at Ying Xing with wide eyes and blinked.

"Brother Ying Xing, I want this!"

Ying Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at Jing Yuan. Normally, this boy seemed to be a steady and good boy, but now he was so direct, as if he would sleep here with the knife if she didn't give in today. He must be really fond of it.

"You have good vision. This formation sword is made from the ashes of the arrows that were shot down by the Emperor Bow God. Even though the Craftsmanship Department has produced countless exquisite products, this is a divine weapon that is hard to surpass."

"You're welcome, kid."

After hearing this, Jing Yuan sighed and found the knife more pleasing to the eye: "Brother Ying Xing, I really like this. It would be inappropriate to leave such a magical weapon in a corner to collect dust, right? Why not let it be put to good use with me?"

Seeing that he was still so good at talking, Jing Liu laughed and said, "I came here to help Cheng An choose a weapon, but you picked one first."

"Let me make it clear first, I don't mean to say that the weapons my brother gave me before were bad. Isn't it because Brother Yingxing's skills have improved so quickly? His latest work is so wonderful. Jingyuan will never forget it."

"Slippery tongue." Ying Xing commented, but what he said was not without reason. It was indeed a waste to let the precious sword be covered in dust, so it would be better to fulfill his friend's wish. I believe that with Jing Yuan's strength, this weapon can also kill more evil creatures on the battlefield.

What's more, I gave Bai Heng the curved bow not long ago, and once gave Dan Feng the Jiyun spear and Jing Liu the Zhili sword. It's time to give the youngest companion a presentable weapon.

Ying Xing: "Okay, I'll give it to you. Don't let it get dusty, and don't let me down."