Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! That night, Yang Shanshan was depressed for a long time before falling asleep. In her dreams, she saw Zhong Zhichen's appearance one moment, Zhu Mingquan's figure the next, and her third senior brother suddenly appeared. She couldn't help but groan. Why did the men of Sanqing Mountain act like they had never seen a woman before? When they saw her, they were like starving dogs seeing meat buns. Ah, no, no, that metaphor belittles herself. Sigh, in short, she was very conflicted.

The next morning, she woke up with dark circles under her eyes, as expected. After a quick get-together, she hurried to Ye Xianqing's Xianyun Pavilion. A disciple led her to the training ground in the backyard, where she found Ye Xianqing already meditating. A quiet aura surrounded him, as if white mist swirled around him. His long eyelashes cast faint shadows in the early morning sunlight. From the first day she met him, Yang Shanshan had felt a strong liking for this master. Perhaps it was because she had no parents in her childhood, and mature men were more attractive to her. Maybe this was what they called a father complex.

As she drifted off into thought, Ye Xianqing opened his eyes after circulating his inner energy for one cycle. He saw his little apprentice not far from him staring blankly at him and couldn't help but chuckle. Since recovering from her illness, Chan'er was no longer dull and silly, but she was still spacing out. However, it was not entirely unexpected.

"Cicada, what are you thinking about?" he asked, trying to prompt her.

At this moment, Yang Shanshan seemed to slowly wake up. Seeing that her master had finished meditating and was standing in front of her, she went over with a smile and took his arm, saying, "Hehe, Chan'er wasn't thinking anything. She was just praising how handsome Master is."

Ye Xianqing was taken aback upon hearing this, and felt a little uncomfortable holding the little arm in his arm, but he did not refuse. He had always taken good care of this little apprentice, and this behavior really made them seem like father and daughter. Thinking that he was thirty-six years old and had no children, he no longer had those thoughts about his little apprentices. He said gently, "You're so naughty." As he spoke, he pinched her cute nose, and his affection for her was beyond words.

A warm feeling washed over Yang Shanshan, and she suddenly thought that this wasn't so bad.

The morning passed by in the basics of horse stance training. Yang Shanshan could only think of one word: boring! There were no magical martial arts skills, just this ugly posture, and she couldn't help but pout.

While drinking tea in the bamboo grove with its swaying bamboo shadows, Ye Xianqing looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly. He got up and walked to Yang Shanshan's side. Seeing that her posture was accurate and she did not break down from the long fixed position, and there was no sign of fatigue on her face, he wondered and asked, "Chan'er, have you practiced martial arts before?"

Yang Shanshan was bewildered, but honestly replied, "Master, I've completely forgotten what happened before, and I don't even know if I practiced it or not. But, don't you know?"

Ye Xianqing shook his head thoughtfully, then said, "Girl, go back and have your meal first. Your master will be waiting for you here in an hour."

Yang Shanshan felt like she had been granted a pardon. She shook her almost numb arm and said with a grin, "Then I'll take my leave first." After saying that, she ran out happily.

Leaving the courtyard, she headed towards Luoxue Pavilion. On the way, she couldn't help but recall her first meeting with her senior brother yesterday, when he asked, "Do you still remember the martial arts I taught you?" This left her completely bewildered. If he taught her junior sister Qin Yuechan martial arts, then Ye Xianqing should know, right? What was going on? However, judging from this, her past self must have had some unknown connection with this senior brother. As for what that connection was, she didn't want to ask or investigate further. She wished she could stay as far away from this lecherous man as possible, and wouldn't take the initiative to ask. She'd avoid him as much as possible in the future.

Suddenly, Yang Shanshan felt a sense of helplessness, wondering, "Oh my god, how did I get lost again?"

That's right, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize she'd gone the wrong way. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, she hurriedly tried to find her way back. Just as she took a step, she seemed to hear voices, a rustling sound, not far away.

At this moment, curiosity began to struggle in Yang Shanshan's mind. Should she eavesdrop, or should she follow etiquette and morality and not listen to what is improper? In the end, the former won out, and she tiptoed forward to find the sound.

Finally, behind a large tree, Yang Shanshan saw the two people talking. Afraid of being discovered, she even slowed her breathing and carefully observed them with her beautiful eyes. She found that they were two ordinary disciples of Sanqing Mountain. Their voices were very soft, and they kept looking around. If it weren't for the fact that the tree she was hiding under was so thick and she was so slender, she would have been discovered.

"Do you understand what Master means?" a disciple asked condescendingly.

"I understand, please rest assured," another disciple said, standing respectfully to the side.

At this moment, the man in front of him took out a small package and handed it to him, saying, "You absolutely cannot be discovered, otherwise you know how the master will act. If you're going to die, then so be it, understand?"

Another disciple stepped forward and respectfully accepted the package, reiterating, "Please rest assured, Master. We understand that soldiers are trained for a thousand days to be used in one. I will certainly not cause you any trouble."

The man laughed, a laugh that sounded as sharp as a night owl's cry. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight, leaving only the other disciple clutching what he was holding. He looked around carefully before cautiously leaving.

Behind the big tree, Yang Shanshan felt a chill run down her spine. Had she accidentally witnessed a conspiracy? Who were they going to kill? Could it be a formidable enemy of Sanqing Mountain in the martial arts world?