Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

In the garden, thousands of flowers are competing with each other in beauty and color. Each flower has its own unique shape and style. Two figures, one blue and one red, are walking among them.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the endless sea of ​​flowers in front of him. Even though he had been here for two days, he still felt it was a little unreal.

Although the sycamore tree outside is very big, no one would have thought that it could accommodate such a vast garden inside.

However, the situation in the world of cultivating immortals cannot be explained by common sense.

The two of them only need to enjoy the rare tranquility in this sea of ​​flowers.

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an accepted the two pots of Wanhua Wine given by the gardener, adhering to the principle of not letting others waste them.

Yu Xiangwan was thinking about the unspeakable things between Master Fengqing Yuanyuan and his master.

I still feel that I should leave something behind, as a thank you gift from Wanhua Niang.

"Brother, since we have accepted Master Fengqing Garden's Wanhua Wine, what do you think we should leave as a thank you gift?"

The main thing is that they don’t really have anything to show for it.

Besides, Master Fengqing has lived for tens of thousands of years, so what hasn’t he seen?

Ye Zhen'an thought for a moment after hearing this, and then spoke uncertainly.

"Since Master Fengqingyuan has a history with Master, and the two haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, why not..."

"Just give Master a wooden sword carved by his own hands?!"

"The wooden swords that our master personally carved for us when we first started!"

The two of them suddenly had an idea and said in unison.

Yu Xiangwan didn't expect Ye Zhen'an to think of this, and couldn't help but smile when he heard it.

Not long after entering the mountain gate, the master personally carved two small wooden swords for him and Ye Zhen'an, for fear that they would accidentally hurt each other when practicing with real swords.

So Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an were picked up by their master, one in each hand, and flew to the back mountain.

They witnessed with their own eyes the birth of two small wooden swords in the back mountain of Yujian Peak.

Their master raised his hand and casually chopped off a tree, and with two swishes, two exquisite little wooden swords appeared before their eyes.

It was the first time that Yu Xiangwan saw someone carve such an exquisite wooden sword so casually, as if they had done it countless times.

However, he and Ye Zhen'an practiced too quickly and only used it once. They felt that the wooden sword still lacked some power and sense of urgency in battle.

So both of them used the yellow-grade black sword given by the sect leader to practice.

Although such a gift is not expensive and is not uncommon in the world, its advantage is that it was made by their master himself. The gift is small but the sentiment is great, so it is just right to give it to Master Fengqingyuan.

So Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an planned to give the small wooden sword to the gardener of Fengqing Garden when they left Fengqing Garden.

But they only gave one. Although their master carved two small wooden swords in just a moment, giving them two would make their master's craftsmanship seem cheap.

If he hadn't been so greedy for the priceless Wanhua Wine, he wouldn't have given away the small wooden sword that his master had casually thrown to him.

As they walked, a blue lake suddenly appeared in front of them, with white clouds reflected in it.

The white clouds and lakes complement the huge flowers of various colors, creating a unique and interesting scene.

The two of them randomly picked a flower and stayed there for a while, and were about to get up and leave.

Then a figure came dancing over.

It was the gardener of Fengqing Garden. Her graceful figure was standing in the air, with cold eyes and a milky white veil on her face. Beside her was a white jade flowerpot, which she carefully protected with her spiritual power.

"This is not the place for you to come. Leave immediately."

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an didn't say much after hearing this and tactfully said goodbye.

Before leaving, Yu Xiangwan glanced at the white jade flowerpot beside Fengqing Garden Master.

There was only a small piece of dead wood and branches planted inside.

There is little hope of survival.

Yu Xiangwan saw how much Fengqing Gardener cared about the pot of dead branches, and wondered whether he should use his wood spiritual power to help her induce labor.

So he concentrated and felt it carefully again, and after a moment he opened his eyes in surprise.

The faint vitality of that dead branch...is an illusion.

In fact, it has already dried up.

In this situation, no matter how much spiritual power is input, it will be useless.

When the two left, Yu Xiangwan looked back at the white figure that was gradually moving away, feeling indescribably lonely.

That pot of dead branches must have been given to her by someone very important to her, right?

What would she think if one day she found out that the dead branch she had carefully cared for for so long was actually dead a long time ago?

Yu Xiangwan remained silent.

He returned to the lodgings with Ye Zhen'an, took out the small wooden sword from the orchid ring, placed it on the flower table, and left a message with his spiritual power.

book.

Senior, this wooden sword was made by my master himself. I am giving it to you as a gift as a token of my gratitude.

As soon as they leave tomorrow, someone will discover this small wooden sword.

No matter what the relationship between Fengqing Yuanyuan and the master is, it should be comforting to suddenly receive a gift related to the old friend, right?

The next day, the sky was slightly bright.

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an successfully reunited with Shen Ling.

When the three were about to leave Fengqing Garden, they vaguely saw a white figure in the distance.

When I looked again, all that was left was a field of colorful flowers bathed in the sun and swaying in the wind.

Now Gu Diao and Tu Midie are dead and have left Fengqing Garden.

The three of them had a smooth journey out of the Cannibal Tomb and the Ten Thousand Bone Garden.

Looking at the desolate bones scattered all over the ground, even the hardest-hearted person would feel a sense of vain.

How many monks have sacrificed their lives over the past millions of years just to get a pot of Wanhua Wine.

However, seeing this, Yu Xiangwan knew why the gardener Fengqingyuan did not take action to kill the Gu Diao and Tu Midie.

Perhaps one of the reasons is that there is not enough Wanhua wine to give away?

After thinking about it, I felt it was unlikely.

If you really don't want to send more, there are many ways to avoid using the most damaging method.

Think no more.

Shen Ling was chattering all the way, talking non-stop like a lark.

After leaving the Arctic and approaching their separation, Shen Lingcai, Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhenan bid farewell to each other reluctantly.

There is only a little over a month left before the sect competition.

If we go back now and rest for a few days, we will be able to catch up.

Yu Xiangwan and Ye Zhen'an walked in silence all the way, concentrating on getting on their way.

After completing the task, return to Yujian Peak.

Yu Xiangwan originally wanted to go to his master to teach him swordsmanship, but he found out that his master had not returned to Fuyao Sect yet.

So he could only ask for advice from his uncle from the sub-peak of Yujian Peak.

While flying the sword, he suddenly saw a mountain not far from the Liyu Sword Peak below. Several small courtyards could be vaguely seen in it, and one of them could even be seen to have been very magnificent.

Now it is overgrown with weeds and wild grass.

Those small courtyards no longer resembled their original appearance.

I didn’t expect that there was such a desolate place in Yujian Peak.

But after thinking about the main peak of Yujian Peak, Yu Xiangwan understood.

He was simply too poor to afford anyone to take care of it. The most tidy place in their Yujian Peak was still the habitat of the two cranes he had abducted.

Yu Xiangwan secretly pondered the possibility of tricking the two little cranes into helping them manage Yujian Peak.

When I flew to Zifeng on my sword, I saw disciples from Yujianfeng everywhere.

But after a while, Yu Xiangwan found an elder from Yujian Peak.

"Disciple greets Uncle Lin."

Lin Li saw a young man in a green robe and felt that he looked unfamiliar.

"Which senior brother's disciple are you?"

Yu Xiangwan thought that he and Ye Zhen'an rarely went to Yujian Peak and were not very familiar with the disciples of Fuyao Sect, so he understood it instantly.

"Disciple Yu Xiangwan, master of Yujian Peak, Ning Yu."

After hearing this, Lin Li looked at Yu Xiangwan carefully.

The young man has black hair and green clothes, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and his temperament is cold and extraordinary.

Then look at his cultivation.

Ninth level of foundation building?

He naturally knew Yu Xiangwan, but this was the first time he saw him.

I didn't expect that after only five or six years of practice, I have already reached the ninth level of foundation building.

Among his peers, the only one who can be compared with him is Li Zhi, who has the Chaos Divine Thunder Body from the Yunmiao Sect.

I heard that he has already reached the ninth level of foundation building.

While admiring Yu Xiangwan's talent in cultivation, he couldn't help but think of his reclusive master.

His disciples have never been able to explain it using common sense.