The cool breeze is blowing, the fallen leaves are colorful, and the Bandit Pavilion is still as desolate as ever.

Ever since she had seen Cheng Yunhuan in the cave once that day, her beautiful figure would often jump into Elder Xingrong's mind.

Although he took away Cheng Yunhuan's basic acceptance of the Baina box, he never went to her, let alone took her as an apprentice.

"Hey—" sighed softly.

Elder Xingrong withdrew his gaze from the Baina box, and he was now extremely clear in his mind after not touching wine for several days.

Sometimes it is Ning Lan's smiling appearance; Sometimes it is Cheng Yunhuan's sword-wielding figure freely, although the two are slightly similar in appearance, but they are not the same person after all.

It was precisely because of this that Elder Xingrong had miraculously not drunk heavily in the past few days, nor had he taken half a step out of the Bandit Pavilion, and he did not even participate in the discussion of Mu Jiuge's injury, locking himself in the study and isolating himself from the world.

Despite this, his focus has also shifted a little from Ning Lan to Cheng Yunhuan, perhaps, the moment he saw Cheng Yunhuan, he already recognized her as Ning Lan in his heart!

Five days have passed since the basic acceptance, and Cheng Yunhuan has not been able to achieve what he wants, so he has worked harder than other disciples in practice.

The blood feud of the clan forced her to grit her teeth and persevere, and the phoenix hairpin in her sideburns refracted dazzling brilliance in the sunlight with her sword-dancing posture.

If it weren't for the agreement she reached with Yuwen Haoran before, she would almost think that this phoenix hairpin was a token of love between the two of them! But then again, Yuwen Haoran is not her cup of tea at all, her ideal man must be very strong, otherwise how can he conquer her?

Although I don't know why Yuwen Haoran had to let her wear this phoenix hairpin, she had to give it a try before the goal was achieved, and even practicing the sword in this wind and rain pavilion was done according to Yuwen Haoran's requirements.

Not only is the environment quiet here, but more importantly, it is very close to the Bandit Pavilion, and it is also a place where Ning Lan and Elder Xingrong often met hundreds of years ago, she may not know Yuwen Haoran's intentions, but if she wants to attract Elder Xingrong's attention, she has no choice but to fight here.

The withered yellow leaves were rolled up, and Cheng Yun Huan waved the long sword in his hand in a dashing manner, piercing all the leaves before they hit the ground, becoming a "sugar gourd".

The corners of her lips rippled, and she was about to retract her sword, when a long figure appeared in her eyes, and she let out a small exhalation, "Elder-"

She had been practicing her sword here alone for so many days, and no one else had ever come, and today's sudden arrival of Elder Xingrong surprised and delighted her.

Elder Xingrong pursed his lips and smiled, nodded at her and responded, he hadn't been to this place since Ning Lan left, and the bits and pieces of the past were pouring towards him like a tide, and her smile deeply pierced his heart.

"Have you been practicing swords here?" I knew so, but I still asked such a stupid question.

Cheng Yun nodded happily, could it be that her wish was about to come true? "Yes, few people will come here, and it's not easy to be distracted by practicing swords here!"

In the depths of my memory, it seems that someone has said such a thing.

His gaze fell on the phoenix hairpin between her temples, although it was different from the one he had given to Ning Lan before, but if she didn't look carefully, it didn't seem to be much different, and even the way she looked at him was slightly similar to Ning Lan's initial appearance before.

"You hairpin...... I wanted to ask her how this phoenix hairpin came about, but what she said was different from what she thought in her heart, "...... It's beautiful! ”