I have been assisting these years

Feng Changyu healed from his injury for a long time, and Qi Jin also stayed in Yuqingque.

The changes Su Mingzhen's death brought to Qi Jin can be seen with naked eyes.

She's not as talkative as she used to be.

The appearance of the ghost king made all sects extremely vigilant, and Qi Jin was not idle, practicing at the Yuemen school grounds all day long.

A few days later, Lu Yuanxing and his group also came back.

Qi Jin had a rare smile on his face, and went to the Xingmen dining hall to stay very late before coming back.

The Yuqing Temple in the middle of the night is very deserted, and the emblems of the four gates are inserted into the Yunfeng, which is very ethereal.

Qi Jin carried her epee on his back and went down the Yunqiao to the gate.

When passing by the school grounds, some disciples were swinging their swords under the moonlight, and they saw her calling respectfully Senior Sister Qi.

After returning from traveling, Qi Jin's reputation in the palace became more famous, not because of her ten-thousand-year crane tail, but because of her and Feng Changyu's entanglement with the ghost king in Jinchi to kill the ghost general.

Many people were shocked.

Although she herself still has that easy-going appearance, many people still feel that Qi Jin has become a bit cold.

Her coldness is not like Feng Changyu's natural alienation, but daunting.

It may also be because of the cold and solemn epee she carried on her back in Yuqing Que all day long.

Several inner disciples got together to practice swords, Qi Jin hummed.

When he was about to pass by, he was stopped, and one of them asked, "Can you show us our sword skills?"

Qi Jin never thought that he still has today.

"I?"

She pointed to herself.

I thought I was the tail of the crane.

Probably because her expression was too surprised, those disciples were also a little embarrassed.

"We all know about the battle in Jinchi, Senior Sister Qi is very strong...so outside..."

"That's your big sister, not me."

Qi Jin pushes everything away.

But no one believed it.

After all, Feng Changyu is still recuperating from his injuries, even though Qi Jin has been protected by Feng Changyu, it is surprising that he can break out of the battle circle of the new ghost king.

Her previous strength, Yu Qingque's disciple, was also obvious to all.

It's just that few people are surprised.

Qi Jin Jingyu's status as a descendant makes all her abnormalities less noticeable, and there are many people who look at her with envy and jealousy as always.

Only less sarcasm.

Qi Jin couldn't evade it, so he could only bite the bullet and mention a few words.

And on the high platform, Leng Qiuzi leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, just in time to see Qi Jin pointing out the disciples of the inner sect.

She holds a flagon in her hand, and the bright moon platform is the tallest building in the moon gate, as if she can reach out and touch the moon.

On such a cold night, she looked at her second disciple and sighed in the long night.

Qi Jin's youthful temperament has been worn down a lot, and after the tour is over, he doesn't want to return to Jing Yu as he said before.

She became silent, and began to practice Yuemen's exercises seriously. She occasionally showed up in the competition, and she didn't intend to stay in Yuqingque to compete for any position.

In such a tense atmosphere, Qi Jin was not in a hurry, as if he was grinding a day into a few days.

The night wind blew coldly, Qiu Zi's skirt flew up, she took a sip of the spring breeze from the flagon, glanced at the direction of Xingmen Xianting Pavilion a few hills away, then turned to Yiting Misty Rain and go.

Feng Changyu will be in retreat tomorrow.

And there are too many places that Thirteen Jue needs to tell recently.

……

Qi Jin originally wanted to dismiss those inner disciples, but since they were all from the same sect, he couldn't be too perfunctory.

Unexpectedly, in the end, she was the one who was more serious.

However, the moves of hers were not as good as Feng Changyu's, and it might be because of the sword, but seeing stars burst out in the eyes of the younger brothers and sisters, they had no choice but to demonstrate again.

By the time I got back to Yiting, Misty Rain and the second watch had passed.

Every time she went back to her own yard, she would pass by Feng Changyu's house. It was so late, and the light in the other's house was still on.

When she passed by, there was a faint sentence——

"Junior Sister hasn't gone to bed yet?"

Qi Jin walked to the window, "I was stopped by some inner disciples for a discussion."

The window was pushed open, and a burst of fragrance wafted out.

Qi Jin is too familiar with this smell, Feng Changyu has been smoking this smell all year round, before she was outside she said that sooner or later she would be overtaken by the one in her nose.

"Discussion?"

Feng Changyu was lying on the couch under the window. He looked like he had just showered, and his hair was wet.

Qi Jin hummed.

She looked around the other party's bedroom, "Master has been here?"

"Are you going to retreat tomorrow?"

Feng Changyu nodded.

For a moment I didn't know what to say.

The wind in early winter was cold, blowing away the peach petals in the yard.

Feng Changyu looked at Qi Jin, his eyes fell on the other's frowning eyebrows.

After coming back, Qi Jin always had this expression.

It's not like she didn't come to visit her when she was recuperating from her injuries. After all, she lived in Yiting Misty Rain, so she would always see her.

Qi Jin is very busy, and there are many disciples looking for her to discuss with her in Que.

It's not good if she doesn't pick it up, and it's very troublesome to pick it up.

Later, he simply hid in the school field of Yuemen and did not go out.

The face that had been expressive all day long was no longer vivid, and her figure became thinner and thinner. The night wind blew her sleeves up. Qi Jin pursed her lips and said, "Don't work too hard."

It's like the most common consolation between teachers and sisters.

After she was about to leave, Feng Changyu suddenly called Wujin.

Qi Jin turned his head and bumped into Feng Changyu's clear eyes.

She understood what the other party was going to say.

"Don't say it."

Qi Jin's voice was a little hoarse.

She was afraid of this kind of emotion, and the trauma of the emotion that had disappeared before it even started kept her awake at night.

Now she doesn't want to go through it again.

"I'm going to say."

Feng Changyu was a little stubborn.

She has always been a prudent elder sister outside, but Qi Jin knows that this person has not grown up at all, it is just that too many burdens are on her shoulders, so she has to put on such a face.

She doesn't know anything about many aspects, and she has never seen many things.

Pure and unstained black ink that has been tricked.

"Don't say it."

Qi Jin refused again, and when she turned around to leave, Feng Changyu's voice reached her ears uncontrollably——

"When everything is over, can junior sister travel with me all over the country?"

Qi Jin didn't look back, nor did he stop.

"I'll wait for you to let her go."

Feng Changyu spoke again.

Qi Jin left without looking back.

Almost fled.

Whether Feng Changyu was sincere or not, she knew very well.

It was because of this too-clear taste that made her feel stuck in her throat, and she didn't know how to face it.

Yiting Misty Rain was extremely cold and silent.

Qi Jin walks through the undefeated peach blossom forest all year round, Yuebai's figure gradually drifts away.

Feng Changyu lay on the window sill and looked at her back, saw Dongfang Jibai, and saw that the hour had come.

……

After Feng Changyu retreated, Qi Jin stayed in Yuqingque for a few more days. The ghosts in the human world at the foot of the mountain were ready to move, and she often took her disciples down the mountain to complete the tasks assigned by the master.

Gradually, no one called her Qijin anymore.

Those who started later than her call her Senior Sister Qi, and those of her peers and teachers also call her Wujin.

It is spring and March again.

Yiting Misty Rain's peach blossoms were in full bloom, Qi Jin packed up his things and stepped on the petals all over the ground to find Leng Qiuzi to ask for resignation.

She is going down the mountain.

Standing on the bright moon platform of Autumn Pavilion, her master didn't know what he was looking at, and he was not surprised to hear Qi Jin's intentions, so he only said one sentence——

"Draw the sword."

Qi Jin nodded, holding the epee behind him, and looked at Leng Qiuzi.

She was also amazed by her own talent. Leng Qiuzi practiced Yueying Qingzhi's twelve moves, and the inner disciples were also practicing it, but every time she went up to a higher level, the spiritual energy needed doubled, so it turned into gathering spiritual energy in the end. Great experience is required.

Consumption is also great.

When he was traveling abroad, Qi Jin had seen Feng Changyu perform the sixth form.

The power was shocking, the destructive power was too strong, maybe she knew it well, and changed other moves later.

It's not that Leng Qiuzi didn't give her advice in the past, and she still restrained herself when fighting.

But today, unlike in the past, as soon as the sword move was made, Qi Jin felt unprecedented power.

In an instant, the sword light was clanging, and the water in the pool where the sword energy swept was surging, and even the koi in the pool were shaken ashore by Qi Jin.

The master in white was merciless with his sword, and Qi Jin didn't hold back either. The repair robe on his body was scratched by the sword energy, and his posture was elegant during the rounds.

Her sword energy carried the cold air of the deep sea, Leng Qiuzi naturally understood where the material of this sword came from.

Qi's talent today is not inferior to Feng Changyu's at all, but there is still a ghostly aura emanating between closing.

Qi Jin only felt that when Jinchi came back that day, her skill had increased several layers, as if someone could hand it to her.

And this power did not repel her, just like her own.

With a bang, she stepped back a few feet, almost vomiting blood from the shock.

Looking up, Leng Qiuzi a few feet away is not much better.

Her master had always been dressed in white to win the snow, but there was a lot of dust on his robe.

"very good."

Leng Qiuzi smiled, and Qi Jin was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, but fortunately her epee was holding her up.

"Your skill has improved a lot."

Only now did Qi Jin realize that it was not irony.

She retracted the epee, glanced at her tattered repair robe, and thought that if you hadn't released the water, I might have been bleeding all over the ground.

"However, you still need to learn how to suppress ghost marks by yourself."

Leng Qiuzi withdrew her long sword.

Qi Jin seldom saw Leng Qiuzi using her own sword. She used to point out her disciples' swords when she was in the school grounds, but only now did she realize that her sword tassel was a purse like a piano, which looked a little old and old. .

Could it be that Director Feng Zhi did it.

If it were her former self, she might have asked.

But she had experienced a sad incident herself, and she was no longer in the mood to gossip, so she nodded obediently.

After listening to Leng Qiuzi's advice, he went down the mountain.

She stepped out of the moon gate, glanced back at the towering moon, turned around and stepped down on the cloud bridge.

When I was going out, I happened to meet Ji Wanfeng who came back from a mission with the deputy director of Chenmen, and said hello.

Ji Wanfeng still looked like that, seeing Qi Jin smiling so much that his teeth could be seen.

Qi Jin glanced at the leader, who nodded at her, and she returned the salute.

It's He Qihao.

Chenmen is quite a famous person, and it is said that he was also a famous person back then.

He came from a small border town, but he could be considered a son of a rich family, so he looked very impressive.

With a handsome appearance, he is the number one in the male list of the best Taoist couple voted by the female disciples in Que Nei for ten thousand years.

But Qi Jin doesn't like him very much.

This person is good-looking, he is good-looking, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, but his lips are round, and he is more feminine than a woman.

But He Qihao looked tall and handsome on the whole, and the contradiction between his lips seemed insignificant again.

"Junior Sister Qi went down the mountain alone to do the task?"

He Qihao's voice was also very nice, Qi Jin hummed, "If I don't do the task, I will just go down the mountain."

"Oh?"

Qi Jin thought it was strange to be wandering around the rivers and lakes, so he said casually, "I'm going back to my hometown."

Most people know where her hometown is.

"Come back and bring you something delicious."

Qi Jin has changed a lot, and Ji Wanfeng who has been with him is also very clear.

Seeing such a smile again was actually a little moved, with tears in my eyes.

With such an expression, a tall and thick man showed goosebumps all over Qi Jin, and punched him in the back, "Be normal."

After the beating, she realized that there were so many people beside her, so she smiled embarrassedly.

He Qihao still smiled, "Junior Sister Qi is still so lively."

Qi Jin heheed a few times in embarrassment.

He waved his hand and left.

Ji Wanfeng touched the place on his back where he was beaten, and muttered that Senior Sister Qi really hit her hard.

He Qihao stared at the slender figure for a moment, then turned and stepped into the gate.

There is a ghost in this person.