Since this day, Qianlu has been more fond of Senior Sister Xuan, and the most important thing she does every day is to take care of Senior Sister Xuan.

Although, after her treatment of spiritual power, Senior Sister Xuan's broken leg will not hurt, but her self-care ability is extremely inadequate.

Seeing that Qianlu was so guilty that she couldn't do it, Senior Sister Xuan comforted her that she would be fine after a while, and asked her not to take it to heart.

And Senior Sister Xuan, half a word did not reveal the spiritual power in Qianqing's body, even if the two of them were alone, they did not mention it. I don't think I've heard of it.

Two months have passed, and Senior Sister Xuan is finally able to adapt and crutches.

But because of the broken leg, Senior Sister Xuan's spiritual power cultivation was affected, and it also delayed the speed of the disciples' group cultivation, and some snobbish disciples were disgusted behind their backs.

Because it's behind it, neither Qianlu nor Senior Sister Xuan knows.

One day, Qianlu helped Senior Sister Xuan to walk and talk by the lake.

After walking for a long time, Qianlu was worried that Senior Sister Xuan was tired, so she pulled her to rest in front of a bush.

There was a subtle discussion behind him, and listening to the voice, it was a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, and there were several of them.

As they talked, Chiori's face turned very ugly.

Those disciples seemed to be resting, and the topic of discussion was Senior Sister Xuan's broken leg that slowed down the group's cultivation speed, and she was very disgusted.

Qianlu immediately got angry and stood up to go to them for a theory.

Senior Sister Xuan grabbed her and said gently: "Little junior sister, don't care, senior sister won't mind the eyes of others." ”

Qianlu's little face was full of anger, looking at Senior Sister Xuan's calm face, she became more and more distressed, "Senior Sister Xuan, they are talking too much!" On weekdays, the senior sister is so good to them, but now the senior sister is injured, but they are ......"

Senior Sister Xuan smiled slightly, and didn't seem to care, "Little Senior Sister, do you listen to Senior Sister?" ”

Chiori nodded sullenly.

Senior Sister Xuan smiled: "Then if you didn't hear it, sit down." ”

Qianlu looked at Senior Sister Xuan deeply, sighed, and sat down, but she was silent.

Senior Sister Xuan softly tendered her hair, "Little girl, her temper is quite big." ”

Qianlu looked at her helplessly, and was blocked for a while.

What is open-mindedness? His own Senior Sister Xuan is a broad-minded person.

Qianlu is both distressed and admired.

Senior Sister Xuan smiled softly and quietly looked at the lake in front of her.

The feeling of having someone to protect you is always warm.

My little junior sister didn't have any temper before, so she will know how to protect her senior sister. This little girl.

Sometimes, friendship doesn't need to be vigorous to be close, and plain can be longer.

The friendship between teachers and sisters is even closer in this silent atmosphere.

Both of them regard each other as the most important people in their lives.

However, what is life for? It is used to break, if you don't break it, the way of heaven will come to break it.

No one's life is static, smooth and straightforward.

The smoothest life is that everything remains the same, but time changes.

***

A month later.

At noon, the sun was a little hot.

All the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect gathered at the foot of the Immortal Peak, in front of the Immortal Gate.

The male disciples were full of respect, and the female disciples looked nymphomaniac.

The head of the master, who has been in retreat for a year, is about to leave the customs.

More than 1,000 disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect all waited quietly.

It's so quiet that you can hear a muffled fart.

I was so nervous that I didn't even dare to fart......

The door of the dark movement slowly opened, and the level of deference of the disciples increased again.

Dressed in white, with long black hair, floating without wind, the man in front of the door has his own plug-in to kill all beings in seconds.

The female disciples secretly gasped for a nymphomaniac.

This is the head master of the Carefree School.

At the age of 25, he cultivated a half-immortal body, and his appearance has always stayed, handsome and chic, calm and elegant, and his charm is boundless.

Senior Sister Xuan stood at the front, with a light smile on the corner of her mouth and gentle eyes.