The woman in white was standing on a windowsill on the second floor of the building, looking through the thin veil at the well-guarded building opposite, wondering what she was thinking.

After a while, I saw that she lifted the corner of the veil, revealing the peerless face under the veil, and the woman in white was none other than Song Yuhan.

"Master, why are you here?" Time rewind to a few months ago in Song Yuhan's mind.

Song Yuhan's master, Mrs. Jingchen, suddenly appeared in the town of Hallstatt and appeared in front of her, which made Song Yuhan both excited and surprised, and she didn't know why the master suddenly came.

"Master came to see you, Han'er, I watched you grow up since I was a child, you have been with me in Mount Emei for ten years, knowing the son Mo Ruo's father, knowing the daughter Mo Ru Mother, although I am only your master, but I also treat you as my daughter. Master Jingchen looked at Song Yuhan too fondly and said.

"Master, you are also Han'er's closest family. Song Yuhan said to Master Jingchen too coquettishly.

Master Jingchen touched her hair too dotingly, the little girl had already grown up, and she was no longer the little girl who would tell the master about any troubles.

"Han'er, although the master is a monk, but the master is also a person from the past, everyone has a time when they were young, the monk is not a ruthless person, let alone a heartless person, even if you hide at the end of the earth, but can you really forget your feelings?" Jingchen Shitai sighed and said.

"Master, I'm ......"

Song Yuhan's tears suddenly fell.

Although she hid here, the clouds were light and the wind was light, she saw the prosperity all over, and hid in the end of the world, which seemed chic, but the pain in her heart could only be tasted by herself.

Who is in her dreams every day at midnight, and who is snuggling up on the windowsill in the dead of night?

"Han'er, the master knows, the master knows your thoughts...... It's a pity that creation makes people, and God has a will, everything is made up and made people. ”

Mrs. Jingchen held Song Yuhan in her arms and gently comforted her.

"Master...... I can't forget him, and I don't want to forget him. Song Yuhan looked up at the master and said bitterly.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Han'er, as long as you have a firm belief, one day, the two of you will definitely be able to be together, believe in the master's words. Master Jingchen said to her.

As long as he thinks of Ye Wudao's methods, Master Jingchen still feels that he still has palpitations, he almost destroyed Nei Emei at the beginning, this Ye Wudao is not a good stubble.

"By the way, Han'er, this time the master came to you, in addition to wanting to see you, the master also brought you the Emei Heart Sutra. ”

Mrs. Jingchen took out a handful of thin, yellowed thread-bound books and handed them to Song Yuhan.

"Master, the Emei Heart Sutra is the most important secret book of Emei, only the head of Emei can cultivate, I can't ask for it. Song Yuhan hurriedly said.

"Silly boy, I'm the head of Emei, I just say it's okay, for thousands of years, some sect rules can't be changed, but some rules should be appropriately adjusted with the changes of the times. Master Jingchen said.

"But master, in my current situation, even if you give me the Emei Heart Sutra, I won't be able to cultivate. Song Yuhan said.

"You don't have to worry, I've found a way for you to be able to cultivate Emei's Heart Sutra. ”

"You are a girl outside, you are not familiar with the place, there will always be some danger, you also need some self-defense skills, and our Emei has been handed down for thousands of years, but all disciples walking outside the rivers and lakes, must be chivalrous and righteous, hoe the strong and help the weak, you are no exception. ”

Jingchen said to Song Yuhan seriously.

"Master......"

Song Yuhan's eyes were moist and said, she knew the master's good intentions, so she would use the door rules to press her.

"I know, master. Master, I have now figured it out, life in the world, not only love, we who practice martial arts, but also should practice chivalry and righteousness, and go to the world with swords. Song Yuhan said.

"That's good, let's go, the master will teach you to practice the Emei Heart Sutra. Master Jingchen said with a sigh of relief.

............

Time returned to the present, Song Yuhan put down the veil on his face, snorted softly, and flew out of the window on the second floor as light as a swallow, like a fairy in white.

The dozen or so guards with weapons below seemed to sense something and raised their heads one after another, but before they could see what was going on, they had already been stabbed and fell.

I saw that on their foreheads, they were all pierced with a butterfly flying knife the size of a thumb.

At this time, Song Yuhan landed, and with a move of her hand, the dozen or so butterfly flying knives had all returned to her hands.

I saw that these flying knives were made of no blood, and they were as bright as new.

Song Yuhan's hand flipped over, and more than a dozen butterfly flying knives had disappeared without a trace, and she didn't know where she had received those butterfly flying knives.

Song Yuhan pushed open the door and walked in, and there were guards inside, and those guards saw a veiled woman walking in from the outside, which made them feel very strange.

"Stop, who are you?" a few guards asked, raising their guns and pointing them at her.

And Song Yuhan, under the veil, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and saw her stomp on the ground, and landed on her side in front of a guard, grabbed his grab handle with her hand stretched out, and then turned over and kicked it high, and then landed on the guard's heart.

With a click, the guard's bones broke, and before he could call out, Song Yuhan had already pressed his foot hard, pressing down the blood in his throat and eyes, and crushing him to death.

At this time, the second guard had already put his hand on the trigger and was about to shoot her, Song Yuhan turned around and took a white silk scarf around his neck in his hand.

She shook it at the guard, and the white silk scarf immediately wrapped around his neck, Song Yuhan pulled the white silk scarf with his hand, and with a creak, the guard's neck was broken by the white silk scarf.

And the third guard also didn't have a chance to shoot, because Song Yuhan had already punched him in the body quickly.

Bang!, as if hitting cotton, the guard's body arched back, the clothes behind him exploded a big hole, and then turned his back to Song Yuhan, his eyes and tongue spit out, and he fell straight down.

When he fell to the ground, his body was still shaking, and blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

There weren't too many guards inside, there were only four in total, and all four of them had died in Song Yuhan's hands.

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