After the competition, Cen Duxiao was called to Qingxia Hall by Yi Han.

She pushed the door in, and the fresh incense of agarwood came to her face, refreshing, much better than the incense in the Meditation Pavilion, and she sniffed unconsciously.

Since she returned to Huashan, she hadn't set foot in the Meditation Pavilion for a long time, and her mood was extremely calm recently, and there was no need to recite the secret of the heart again.

Yi Han stood with his hands in his hands, as if thoughtful.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Hearing this, Yi Han glanced sideways slightly, his wide sleeves waved slightly, and a sword light in his sleeve was thrown in the direction of the door, mixed with a crisp sword sound.

Cen Duxiao was startled for a moment, this move was so shocking, it gave her the illusion that the person in the house was not Yi Han, but then she adjusted her state, quickly thought of a countermeasure, and slashed the soles of her feet to the side, sideways to avoid the sword light.

Meow Woo –

She heard a terrible catsword sound coming from the doorway

Seeing that the sword qi was about to pass through the gate of the Qingxia Hall and stab at the cat, she instinctively reached out to grab the sword light.

As soon as her entire arm leaned into the sword qi, it was stabbed and numb by the shock.

She endured the discomfort and grasped the hilt of the sword with a quick hand!

The sword in her hand was still restless, trying to burst out of her palm, and she almost didn't hold it until she was sure that the wildcat at the door was far away, and she calmed down and let go.

After her grip like this, the power of the sword qi decreased a lot, and it thrust towards the door.

Qiang –

The blade of the sword swung back and forth a few times before it froze, the sound was not loud, and the door was not broken.

Yi Han turned around at this time, smiled and clapped his palms, "I didn't expect you to really be able to pick up the Xuantie Sword." ”

Cen Duxiao himself was even more surprised than Yi Han, and glanced at the sword that was stuck straight into the door, and muttered in his heart, "What's the situation? I can take the Xuantie Sword?"

She hadn't held the Xuantie Sword since last year's swordsmanship assessment, and after gaining that power, she didn't dare to try it for fear of being suspected.

Her arms were as sore as if she had carried hundreds of pounds of weight. She rubbed her arm and guessed, "Master shouldn't be trying to see if I can pick up the Xuantie Sword, right?"

Yi Han pinched the trick, the sword on the door was sucked into his hand, he inserted the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Cen Duxiao, and said: "You hold this sword, you don't need to use the wooden sword in the future, practice the gold swordsmanship well, don't be arrogant and complacent, don't show that you know two faction techniques in front of outsiders." ”

Yi Han's words were both an order and an exhortation, Cen Duxiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he was suddenly like this.

I can't find a few people who can practice a few faction spells. Shouldn't there be two kinds of wizards?

Hey, why do you think of him again.

She shook her head and pulled herself back to reality, she took the sword, pulled it halfway out, and looked at it with her eyes down.

The sword body is made of ordinary dark iron, very thin, very light to pick up, with a faint cold light, and the hilt is minimalist without too much decoration.

She looked at it, it fit her eyes, and she waved her hand, she respectfully bowed her hand to Yi Han, "Thank you Master, the apprentice must remember Master's teachings." ”

Yi Han showed a smile, "It seems that through this experience of going down the mountain, you have really grown up, in the past, I was like this, you will definitely ask why, but now it is much calmer." ”

Cen Duxiao touched the tip of her nose embarrassedly, and said with a smile: "Actually, I wanted to ask, but I was afraid that the master would bother me." ”

Hearing this, Yi Han patiently explained: "It's not a good thing for you to be sharp. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

In fact, she didn't understand much, she felt that Yi Han was not quite right today, and she was a little skeptical that he knew something.

Yi Han said again: "The name of this sword is 'Wangshu', which is also the teacher's expectation for you. ”

Originally, I thought it was just an ordinary sword, although the swords of the senior brothers were all given by the master, I had never seen him name anyone's sword, which made Cen Duxiao feel flattered.

Go and stay unintentionally, looking at the clouds and clouds.

Is this to make her feel at peace, whether she likes what she gains, and what she loses?

With her temperament, what she gains will not make her complacent, and if she loses something, such as the person she cares about, she really can't do it without worrying.

However, she still sincerely promised: "The apprentice understands what the master means, I will!"

Her right eyelid couldn't help jumping twice, and she said to herself, "Master won't really know anything, right?"

From the beginning of her life, she was closer to Yi Han than to Nie Chunying, firstly, he was a life-saver, and secondly, Yi Han was the image of a teacher and friend in the hearts of every disciple.

When I always heard how strict Guo An, the acting head of Hengshan, was with her disciples, and she was often beaten and scolded, she was glad that she was brought to Huashan by Yi Han back then.

Last time in Cangwu Mountain, she remembered the truth of the tragedy in Cen Jia Village, she was the "culprit", except for Feng Yizhi, she didn't mention it to anyone, if Yi Han knew, would he regret saving her?

She thought back and forth in her mind, but decided to make a roundabout test: "Master, does Yun Zhao, who harmed Senior Brother Mu, have any clues?

Yi Han said: "Yun Zhao has long been expelled from the division, and Master Guo doesn't know about it. ”

"But he used blood beads against me at the time. Cen Duxiao always felt that he had nothing to do with Hengshan, "Isn't the Blood Spirit Bead the treasure of Hengshan?

Yi Han's expression froze, and he paused, seeing that he didn't seem to know this, "Then how did you escape from his hands?"

She gave a reason: "Thanks to Senior Brother Mu's rescue, otherwise I wouldn't be sure." ”

"Okay, I don't need to mention this again, I'll find out. ”

After Cen Duxiao left, Yi Han rubbed his eyebrows, he was not without suspicion about Hengshan, and there were some things he didn't want her to get involved in.

He remembered eleven years ago, after he brought Cen Duxiao back to Huashan.

Cen Duxiao became ill, and what she was doing after she woke up after passing out sounded like some kind of magic mantra, almost dismantling the tables and chairs in the room, and she was unconscious and unable to control herself.

At that time, she had no foundation for cultivation, but the mantra she recited was not nonsense.

Later, not long after, Yi Han met a person at the bottom of the mountain, who was wearing a blue and white shirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella, floating like a god.

The oil-paper umbrella blocked the rao face, and Yi Han still couldn't remember what he looked like.

The man gave him a scroll of bamboo slips, "This is the secret of purifying the heart, and it will be useful for that child." ”

Yi Han spread out the bamboo slip and looked at it, and exclaimed, "Who are you......?

Although he was full of doubts, he believed in that person extraordinarily, and he had a feeling of not being able to do it.

"Please treat her well. If she asks in the future, don't tell her where the Pure Heart Recipe comes from. The man's words were so earnest that it was impossible to refuse.

Yi Han had never seen a god or a spirit, he had only heard a rumor, and since that experience, he began to believe, and he was sure that the person was a god.

So, he tried his best to keep Cen Duxiao under his door.