General Chenguang is young, and with her qualifications, she can only be called a junior in Wangmo Xianmen, and there are more people who came in earlier than her, but in the end, she is the one who becomes the first female general of Wangmo Xianmen. In addition, she and Jing Chang are so close, and Jing Chang is Nan Qing's cousin, and she is the one who wants to call Nan Mian Immortal Lord "uncle", and some people will inevitably say that the position of General Chen Guang is not clear, unclear, and depends on relationships and friendship. No matter how strict the rules of Xianmen are, no matter how complicated the system is, it can't withstand the gossip of so many people.

No matter how ruthless General Chen Guang is, he is a person of flesh and blood and friendship after all, and he is a woman. Although she pretended not to care when Jing Chang went to ask her, her eyes were still the same cold look as usual, but Jing Chang knew that all the things she said didn't care about were just saying that she didn't care.

"Today's sword is slow, the sword is unstable, and the movements are irregular." Today's schoolyard, General Chen Guang was in charge of supervising, and hundreds of immortal cultivators took turns to dance and compete in front of her. General Chenguang, as usual, put an hourglass next to him, held his hands on his chest, and watched expressionlessly as people danced swords in front of her, and after the dance, he pointed out the mistake with a blank face - expressionlessness is her habit of treating people, even in the face of Jingchang, most of the time it is expressionless - of course, the rest of the time is an expression of disgust. But those Xianmen disciples who had a lot of things didn't know this, and just thought that the young general was deliberately throwing his face in front of him to show himself.

"Cut, sitting in that seat by relying on relationships, it seems like how great you are."

"It's just that I don't have much ability."

"What kind of score is ...... here?"

These three people are the three people who quietly talked about the Yanyi Immortal Master of Fengyue Immortal Gate a few days ago, and then they were arrested by the Nanqing Immortals, and they still don't seem to have a long memory after receiving the punishment last time, they probably want to offend all the people who can't be offended by Moxian Sect.

In the past few days, General Chen Guang has heard this kind of thing all the time, not that he doesn't care about it in his heart, but he just feels that even if he explains something, it will be useless. She lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyes, the person with the cheapest mouth among the three people happened to collide with her gaze, the two looked at each other for a moment, and then the person swallowed in fright, and pulled the other two people away, and then General Chenguang waved his hand and let the people in line behind pass.

They thought that today's things were the same as in the past, and they didn't have to be responsible for anything bad they said, anyway, General Chenguang didn't bother to care about them every day. It's a pity that today, when they were cheap, they were just in time for Jing Chang to find General Chenguang, Jing Chang hid aside and didn't come out, but every thing that happened on the school field, every word people said, was seen, heard, remembered, grudged, and wanted to take revenge.

After the evening class, the other children obediently went back to get ready for bed, and it happened that these three people like to walk at night, and they wandered around in the middle of the night.

"Stop." There was a voice behind him that was sweet, but the tone was unusually cold, and everyone looked back and found that it was Jingchang standing there, with a black face, staring at them.

"I've seen Miss Jingchang." Everyone knew that with the identity of Jingchang girl and the rank of Mo Xianmen, they could never be offended.

"Do you remember what you did on campus today, and what you said?" Jingchang is too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Please make it clear." The three of them thought that the Jingchang girl in front of them was the good-tempered girl who was always giggling, laughing, fighting, and having a good temper with everyone, thinking that they had been pretending not to know, not knowing, not understanding, and that they could be confused today.

"Explicit? All right. Jing Chang's hand behind his back suddenly came to the front, and everyone realized that Jing Chang was holding a thumb-thick wattle in his hand. Before everyone had time to apologize and explain, there was not even a little room for redemption, Jing Chang had already rushed over with the thorns, although the thorns were thin, but every time they were drawn, they cast spells on it, although Jing Chang didn't seem to have anything to do all day long, she only knew to run to General Chenguang all day long, but no one had seen her go crazy practicing swords, and no one knew that everyone else had rested, and she was still sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing immortal arts. Her move was to show the three of them, who they thought were incapable, just too lazy to show them what they were capable of.

"General Chenguang?" The one with the most cheap mouth among the three suddenly pointed behind Jing Chang and shouted. Jing Chang looked back, but he didn't want to fall for the trick, the man folded the thorn strip and threw it at Jing Chang's face, Jing Chang's face was scratched. Seeing this, her face turned ruthless, and when she just wanted to fully release her mana, it was a coincidence that the fairy lord came.

"Jingchang! Stop it! "Wangmo Xianmen, the first immortal gate in the Kyushu Xianmen family, there are so many trivial things in the daily immortal mansion that they are like shells on the beach, the fairy lord never asks the children of the fairy gate those trivial things, today, it is because his precious niece is involved in a private brawl, the fairy lord is willing to show his face.

"Friendship - what is worth such a big fight!"

"My friendship with them? When they insulted General Chen Guang, how could they not think about their friendship with General Chen Guang! ”

"Because of this, it's worth it for you to use eighty percent of your immortal skills to deal with them?"

"It's useless, I've already thought that their death here will damage the reputation of Mo Xianmen."

"Presumptuous! After staying in Wangmo Xianmen for more than ten years, he still didn't change his anger! ”

"That's how I am! Those who love must be blindly protected, and those who hate must be put to death, unlike the fairy lord, but the one who loves ......"

"Shut up! Idle, right? Good! Kneel for me here and kneel until dawn! Punish you for not being allowed to leave Xianfu for half a step! ”

"Jingchang, thank you for your forgiveness!" The wound on Jing Chang's face hurt when she smiled, but she still smiled and saluted the fairy lord, and the blood on her face fell to the ground with a "pop".

At this moment, Xingyungang is early spring, but at night, it is as cold as winter, Jingchang didn't even wear a robe when she went out, she was wearing thin clothes, and she knelt there, she now doesn't know how cold the night of early spring in Xingyungang is, she doesn't know how painful her knees are, she doesn't know how much blood her wounds bleed, and she doesn't know that she has exhausted her physical strength to the limit. Although the physical strength of the immortal cultivators is better than that of ordinary people, who can withstand such a punishment. Her mind was full of General Chenguang's grievances when he was insulted by others, but she didn't want to explain, and she still regretted in her heart why she didn't use that trick before the fairy lord came.

General Chenguang hid behind the stone and accompanied the angry girl all night.

"The sun is out, it's time to go back. Jingchang. General Chenguang didn't sleep all night, just waited for the moment when the sun came out, took the girl back, drank a little hot soup, changed into a new dress, covered her with a quilt, and then helped her to treat her wounds.

"Oh, yes...... It's Ah Guang......" She looked up at General Chenguang, squinted her eyes, and then fainted.

When he woke up, Jing Chang found himself lying in General Chenguang's dormitory, with a new body, clean clothes, covered with a thick quilt, and General Chenguang was sitting beside him, carefully getting gauze.

"Awake?"

"I ......"

"If you want to talk about last night, then don't talk about it." She was rare, rare, very rare, and smiled at Jing Chang.

"Drink this first." General Chenguang brought over a bowl of ginger tea and handed it to Jing Chang. Jing Chang's mind is now full of pictures from the playbook, and she simply thought that General Chenguang would feed herself slowly spoonful by spoonful, but then she thought that it was already very good that she could hand it over to herself. Jiang is really an excessively terrible thing for Jing Chang, Jing Chang frowned and waved his hand at Jiang Cha, but General Chenguang's eyes made her understand that refusal was invalid.

"Face, reach over." General Chenguang hooked his finger at Jing Chang.

"Huh? Well? Jingchang's mind began to flash the picture from the script again.

"Wounds." General Chenguang pointed to Jing Chang's face helplessly, and then Jing Chang raised his hand and touched it, grinning in pain, only to know that he had been injured.

I can't believe that General Chenguang's hands are sword dancing hands, so delicate and gentle. Their faces were very close, Jing Chang's whole body was the warm breath of General Chen Guang, her body had a refreshing and clean fragrance, it was the fragrance of grass and trees, Jing Chang had never seen her so closely, the general's eyelashes were very long, and there were some reddened acne on his left cheek.

"My father was an immortal of the Wangmo Immortal Sect, but he died when I was very young. My mother took me alone and went back to my mother's home Qichuan Xianmen, and then my mother remarried and married an immortal in Qichuan Xianmen...... I'm a strange person...... You know...... Not very good at ...... How to say...... Not very good at speaking, not very good at expressing yourself...... It is...... Hmmm......"

"I know." Jing Chang grabbed General Chenguang's arm—a gesture that Jing Chang would only do to those who cherished him.

In the final analysis, General Nanqing and Chenguang are still similar, people like them who are arrogant and reject people thousands of miles away, the most precious thing in this life is their past.