"Senior sister, why should you be obsessed!" Biqing Fairy looked slightly annoyed, and the flute in her hand was horizontal in front of her, putting on a posture that was ready to attack at any time.

The already pale face of the Bi Yi Sect Master sitting in the chair was so angry that this senior sister turned a little whiter, coughed a few times in his mouth, and reprimanded: "Rebel, do you know what you are doing now?"

"Of course I know!" The senior sister in a light pink dress raised her chin proudly and said, "This Bi Yi Sect should have been passed on to me, but you prefer to pass it on to an outsider! What is wrong with me? I have been divided in this Bi Yi Sect for many years, and I finally look forward to this day, but you want to pass on the position of the sect master to the little junior sister, how can you convince me? Well, master? Or should I call you mother?"

This voice was like thunder, and it exploded on the martial arts training ground all at once, and the disciples in the Biyi Sect began to whisper.

Fairy Biqing was so shocked that she didn't know how to react, so she was stunned and froze in place. Yang Qingyun had an expression of "look, it's as expected", and he had already put away the piano and sat down cross-legged to start listening to gossip.

The Sect Master of the Bi Yi Sect, who was originally weakly crooked in the seat, looked at the senior sister in the martial arts training ground in shock when he heard this, a little dazed and helpless flashed on his pale face, and then asked in a somewhat low tone: "You, when did you know?"

The senior sister raised her eyebrows and said in a loud voice: "Do you remember that winter? On that day, I suffered from the wind chill and was almost dying because of my frailty."

The whispers on the martial arts training ground were lowered, and gradually only the voice of the senior sister was left to echo in the martial arts training ground, peeling off the things of the year little by little and spreading them out in front of everyone's eyes.

It was a cold winter night, the outer disciples of the Bixuan Sect were staying in the house, a small figure was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, the whole person was trembling, the facial features of the small face were tightly wrinkled, and fine cold sweat oozed from the forehead.

On the wooden table next to the bed, there was an empty medicine bowl, which was the fever-reducing medicine that the kind senior sister found for her, but obviously it didn't have much effect, her whole person seemed to be thrown into the ice cellar, even if she was wrapped in a quilt, she still felt cold to the bone.

The closed door was suddenly pushed open, bringing in a gust of cold wind, which made her involuntarily shake her body, wrap the quilt tighter, and her teeth began to shiver uncontrollably.

She opened her heavy eyes in a trance, and saw a vague figure gently covering the door and walking towards the bed, but when she saw her situation, she exclaimed, stepped forward a few steps and put her hand on her forehead and probed, and said sadly: "My son, it's for my mother's bad, and I've hurt you."

Her head was blurry, struggling to see who the person in front of her was, but her eyelids were heavy, and her body seemed to have no strength to open her eyes.

Am I going to die? She thought in a trance, they all said that when people are about to die, they will see the person they want to see the most, and what she misses the most is her mother, and now that she has seen her mother, is she really going to die?

"Don't be afraid, my mother will take you to treat the disease, you will be fine, don't be afraid!

She felt her body wrapped in warm things, and then she was carefully held into her arms, the door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in her face, although she was wrapped well, she was still blown and shivered, and her consciousness was a little clearer.

Holding her arms so warm, she struggled to look up, trying to see who the person holding her was, but all she saw was a graceful jaw and long soft hair brushing her cheeks from time to time.

I don't know how far she was carried by this person, she became more and more trance for a while, she only felt that she was too tired, too tired, so tired that she just wanted to sleep like this, thinking about nothing, not caring about anything.

Just as her consciousness was about to fall into darkness, she heard a surprised female voice.

"Sect Master, who are you?"

Then the voice of the person who had been holding him said eagerly: "Don't ask so much, quickly find a doctor and come back, quickly!!"

"Yes, Sect Master!

A sound of footsteps faded away, and she was carried into a warm place, her consciousness gradually sank, and only those two words lingered in her mind.

"Suzerain".

When she awoke again, she found that she was no longer in that simple dwelling, but in a splendid room.

The room was lit with a faint incense, and a warm charcoal basin was placed around her, and she was lying on a carved bed, covered with a beautiful and soft brocade quilt.

She was about to get up and take a look when the door was pushed open from the outside, and then a light-colored figure walked in, holding a round tray with a jade bowl resting on it.

The man came in and saw her as she tried to get up, walked a few steps forward, put the tray in his hand on the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to help her sit up, and asked with concern, "How do you feel?"

She only looked at the man's delicate eyebrows in a daze, and nodded blankly.

It was this voice, that night, the voice that hugged himself and shouted to himself, it was this person.

Seeing her nodding, the man breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and took the jade bowl, stirred it in the decoction with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, put it to his lips and blew it, then handed it to her mouth, and said softly: "From today onwards, you will be my apprentice, and you will call me Master in the future, do you know?"

Master, why do you call Master? Aren't you my mother? She looked at the man in surprise, but she didn't ask out loud, she just obediently swallowed a whole bowl of bitter potion and obediently called out to the man, Master.

The warmth of that night seemed to be an illusion, since she came to her senses, although she became the sect master's apprentice, the treatment became extraordinarily good, and her body gradually improved under the deliberate maintenance, but her mother never called her to that night softly, nor did she gently hold her in her arms.

She always looked at the figure standing on a high place, with a high posture, and her heart was sour.

Why, why don't you recognize me! I'm your daughter! Why don't you recognize me!

She was unwilling, and always tried to get that person's attention, deliberately destroying the treasures in the sect, deliberately bullying that person's newly acquired junior sister, and even deliberately destroying that person's room.

But that person always blindly tolerated her, and only told others that she was naughty, so don't blame.

Later, when she grew up, the man said that he wanted to pass on the position of suzerain to her and let her work hard.

She was immediately overjoyed, and finally felt a little warmth from that person, she still loves me! She thought like this, at least that person was willing to hand over the huge Biyi Sect to her.

But then, the man changed his mind again!

Just because she fell in love with a man, she denied all her efforts and wanted to pass on the Bi Yi Sect to the little junior sister she had hated since she was a child, and to an outsider.

How can she not be angry, how can she not hate!

Since you won't give it to me, let me take it myself!

What a drama of the year! Yang Qingyun applauded snapped, and everyone who was still immersed in the memory plot suddenly came back to their senses, and there were incomparably complicated expressions on all faces.

The Sect Master of the Biyi Sect looked extremely bitter, his lips had lost their blood, and he only looked at the senior sister in pink clothes sadly, and said: " Although I can't help the love between men and women in the Bi Xuan Sect, but as the sect master, I met a person who was unfortunate and had no choice but to give birth to you illegally, I am afraid that my mother and daughter will be burdened by fame and fortune, so I have to quietly raise you by my side, there are already regulations in the Bi Xuan Sect, and the position of the suzerain shall not be passed on to my own blood and blood, I intend to pass the position of the suzerain to you It is against the rules of the sect, and I am very uneasy in my heart, and I see that you are so temperamental, and I dare not hand over the foundation of these hundreds of years to you, why are you obsessed?"

Fairy Biqing, who had been standing beside the sect master of the Bi Yi Sect, listened to the words, her expression was already complicated, and she only looked at her master and senior sister again and again.

No wonder, no wonder she always felt strange, why she always looked at the resemblance between the senior sister and the master, and why the senior sister only punished her to think about the cliff for half a year even if she made a big mistake, which was such a reason.

The pink-clothed senior sister looked miserable when she heard this, and laughed loudly: "You gave birth to me and raised me, but you didn't recognize me! You gave me hope, but you made me fall to the bottom, so how can I not hate you!"

Yang Qingyun leaned on Jiang Mingyuan's body, stretched out his hand to cover his lips and yawned lazily, turned his head sideways and whispered to the people around him: "Look, this is the tragic scene caused by the lack of maternal love and the distortion of the personality of the director, tsk, tsk, it's really pitiful." ”

Jiang Mingyuan looked down at him expressionlessly when he heard this, stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around his waist to prevent this person from accidentally slipping to the ground, and did not say anything about what he said.

Seeing that he didn't react, Yang Qingyun couldn't help but pouted his lips boringly, and when his eyes slipped to the side, he saw Mo Lin holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand that he didn't know where to go, slowly snorting in his mouth, seeing him look over, he raised his hand holding the melon seeds, and signaled: "Do you want it?"

Yang Qingyun hurriedly nodded and stretched out a hand towards him.

Mo Lin raised his eyebrows, leaned over, put a handful of melon seeds into his palm, and scratched his fingers when he closed his hand.

This action immediately changed Yang Qingyun and Jiang Mingyuan's neat glare, Yang Qingyun snorted, withdrew his hand and returned his gaze to the martial arts training ground, and began to watch the senior sister talk to the sect master of Bi Yi Sect while knocking melon seeds.

It is said that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and in this case, it is obvious that they can't get involved, so they can only wait for the mother and daughter to solve the problem themselves, and then decide whether to let them outsiders take action.

At this moment, the blue fairy suddenly stepped forward and said loudly to the three elders behind the senior sister: "Three elders, do you still want to support the senior sister?"