Finally, after watching Jun Yue play in the snow for a few days, Su Luo couldn't bear it anymore, and let the extremely talented Qianyu practice on the spot by herself, and then carried Jun Yue to the peak.

Qian Yu looked at the flashing figure of Shizun, the corners of his mouth slightly deflated, and a discouraged expression appeared on his face, he hated Jun Yue, hated that he and himself grabbed Shizun's attention, hated that he was better looking than himself, and hated that he was such a waste material and could be lucky to be Shizun's apprentice.

He really hates Jun Yue, and he hates it from the first sight. Every time he saw Jun Yue appear beside his master, a strange feeling would swell in his heart.

What is it?

It was a faint but repressed uncomfortable feeling. After Jun Yue's marrow washing yesterday, he felt that feeling even stronger.

He had a gut feeling that Jun Yue, who was very wasted now, would become strong at some point in the future and become his biggest competitor.

Why......

Qian Yu narrowed his eyes, clenched the hilt of his sword, and swung a sword aura in the air, freezing the falling snowflakes.

Don't...... Is it because the master has begun to pay attention to Junyue, which will lead to the decline of his future?!

Qian Yu's hand clenched the hilt of the sword trembled, and one by one the fingers left the hilt, and the silver sword slipped into the snow in vain, stirring up some snowflakes.

On the top of the peak is the perennial snow, and the trees that are surrounded by rolling trees are silvery white, and the tears of ice crystals as crystal clear hang on the trees.

On the ground, the soft snow was piled high like straw, and as soon as Jun Yue was thrown down, his whole body sank into two-thirds. He turned over with difficulty, looking at Shizun who was floating in mid-air with his sword on his feet, and he was very puzzled in his heart.

He asked, "Master, why did you bring me here?" ＂

"This is the most active place for the spiritual power of this peak, you practice here and see if you can find some feeling. ＂

"Oh. ＂

Jun Yue obediently, just wanted to get up, as soon as his palm touched the snow next to him, he fell back into it with a little force, he stood up with difficulty in the snow, picked up the sword that fell next to him, and practiced on the top of the peak one by one.

The cold wind on the summit is biting, and the snow and ice that have not melted all year round make it colder here than the mountainside, although Junyue has frostbitten hands, but still persists.

Because...... It was only yesterday that he suddenly understood something.

Master ......

I desperately want him to be reborn, I want him to grow, and I don't want him to fall too far behind Chiba.

Such a good teacher, how can he live up to it!

Moreover, he didn't want to be gray-haired when Shizun Qingsi was still alive.

That'...... Yes...... It's ugly.

Thinking of this, Jun Yue suddenly tightened the long sword in his hand, and his slender fingers gradually strengthened the hilt of the sword, he drew a beautiful style in the air, and the momentum under the sword cut the snow on the ground into a shallow groove.

Su Luo didn't know what Jun Yue was thinking, if she knew, it was estimated that she would also say, little apprentice, you think too much, as a teacher, you have never had such an idea.

She looked at Jun Yue, who had changed places, and finally found some feelings, and she practiced so hard, and she was also relieved in her heart. She stood on the sword, felt the breath of heaven and earth, and slowly closed her eyes.

The light clothes are fluttering, the green silk is dancing, exuding a violet-like dreamy fragrance.

Jun Yue brandished his sword, his handsome little face was rare resolute, his straight posture turned left and right on the snow, and his hair swayed with the wind and snow.

On the quiet peak, the master and apprentice are in harmony in a wonderful way.