"Are you there?" said a young girl's voice outside the door.

Su Xingchen didn't stop until he finished the last two push-ups and gritted his teeth, and opened the door. There was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl standing at the door, her eyebrows were picturesque, very beautiful, her blue skirt was tightly tied to her slender waist, and her right hand was gently twisting a pale white skirt, looking at Su Xingchen.

"Senior sister, I ......" Su Xingchen's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his words were a little low.

This girl is Murong Longyuan's daughter and Su Xingchen's junior sister. Su Xingchen entered the Imperial Sword Sect at the age of five, and he and Murong Qing are also childhood sweethearts. When he was seven years old, Murong Longyuan ignored the opposition of everyone in the Imperial Sword Sect, even his sister Ji Susu, and announced that he would marry his daughter Murong Qing to Su Xingchen!

But dreams have always been on the shelf. As the royal qi of the younger brothers and sisters became more and more profound, he began to have a gap between himself and them. Before the age of seven, Murong Qing still liked to be with the lively and active Su Xingchen every day. But after Murong Longyuan announced his marriage, Murong Qing began to understand that he and him were actually people living in two worlds.

Those who practice qi control art are at the top of society, and they are at the mercy of the life and death of ordinary people who cannot cultivate qi control techniques. When Murong Qing began to understand that she was going to marry a lowly ordinary person in the future, the quarrel between her and Su Xingchen also became fierce.

Everyone knows that Murong Qing has begun to be unwilling to accept his fate, and he will marry an ordinary person who is no longer able to cultivate the Qi Control Technique! But this is a marriage made by his father Murong Longyuan, and no one can disobey it, including her, the only daughter who should have been the pearl of Murong Longyuan's palm!

"Still training your muscles?" Murong Qing sneered, "It's been more than ten years, have you grown a muscle?" She pursed her lips and looked at Su Xingchen's thin and reddened upper body, full of disdain.

Su Xingchen smiled faintly: "In addition to refining my muscles and bones, what else can I do?"

Her gaze wandered around the humble room, and there was a little disdain. All the utensils in this room, including the tables, chairs, bed cabinets, were all made by Su Xingchen. His father was an old carpenter, and Su Xingchen inherited his father's talent and did a good job of woodwork! It's just that no matter how delicate the wood, in Murong Qing's eyes, it was just a symbol of not learning and not knowing.

Murong Qingming's jade-like face seemed to have a trace of relief and excitement that could not be concealed: "I heard from my mother, you want to leave the Imperial Sword Sect?"

Su Xingchen's heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a sword, and he laughed a few times: "Yes, I don't think I have the qualifications and face, if I stay in the Imperial Sword Sect any longer, it is better to vacate the vacant seats, so that the new juniors and disciples can have a place to live, so as not to squeeze the gate of the Imperial Sword Sect." ”

Murong Qing chuckled: "That's right, it's just a waste of money if you stay any longer, it's better to help your father go back to do woodwork, this is really good to show your only talent." ”

Su Xingchen was furious, his lips were biting, but he didn't speak. In addition to arguing and ridiculing each other, he really couldn't find the interest in saying more words to Murong Qing.

"So, we won't meet again in the future?" Su Xingchen said to this junior sister, now they are just two familiar strangers!

Although Murong Qing felt relieved, thinking that she had grown up with him since childhood, she also felt a little more sad, and sighed: "After all, we are not people of the same world. You can only be an ordinary person, and I am a cultivator, we will be very different, and if we meet again in the future, it will not be good for you or me. ”

Su Xingchen sneered: "Senior sister, you seem to have forgotten even our marriage contract. You were betrothed to me by your father. ”

Murong Qingjiao's face flushed, she bit her small mouth tightly, and said, "This ...... How does that count? I was only five years old......! It's too far away to be realistic...... We all have to forget those youthful days and start a new life. ”

She paused, looked at Su Xingchen, the last touch of tenderness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and called out the first senior brother in recent years: "Senior brother, you will forget me in the future......"

"Your new life is just Cheng Qingyun, right?" Su Xingchen stared at her beautiful eyes, seeing a trace of guilt and panic in her eyes.

"You...... Why do you care......? He is the number one master among the young disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, in your life, even if you sit on the Divine Dragon, you can't catch up with him, one is in the sky, and the other is in the ground......" A little light flashed in Murong Qing's beautiful eyes.

Su Xingchen laughed a few times and didn't speak.

A slender and slender figure appeared in front of Su Xingchen's eyes, plump as jade, it was the second junior brother Cheng Qingyun! If he said that before the age of ten, he still had the support of his master and mother, Cheng Qingyun was still polite to him. But after the age of ten, he and his junior sister Murong Qing became closer and more inseparable, and he never called himself a senior brother again.

In Cheng Qingyun's eyes, Su Xingchen was just a waste person, and Murong Qing should have belonged to him, not to an ordinary person like Su Xingchen.

Su Xingchen wasn't so reluctant to Murong Qing. Although the two are childhood sweethearts, they grew up together, and their feelings are also harmonious. But with the growth of Murong Qing's qi control technique, Murong Qing climbed another high branch, and his sweet dream finally woke up. The so-called great disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect is just a joke! He is just an ordinary person with an inconspicuous imperial vein!

Under a tree not far from the door, there was a slender figure standing, casting a mocking glance at Su Xingchen, it was Cheng Qingyun!

Su Xingchen opened the door and said coldly: "Senior sister, I still have to pack my things, please forgive me for not being able to accompany me." "She was ordered to be evicted. Murong Qing stomped her feet, glared at him fiercely, turned around and threw the door away. Finally able to get rid of this waste man, Murong Qing's delicate face showed a happy smile.

"The Imperial Sword Sect doesn't keep me, I still don't believe in me Su Xingchen, I can't find a place to take it in! I rely on my own hands, even being a carpenter, it's better than being in the Imperial Sword Sect, just spending money and not learning the slightest skill!" Su Xingchen looked at the back of his junior sister and told himself secretly.

Su Xingchen carried a table, chair, and mattress on his back, and a lot of things, piled up like a mountain, out of the Imperial Sword Sect.

More than 100 disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect were all shocked. Everyone was divided into two lines, looking at the senior brother with a strange look, some showed ridicule and schadenfreude, some showed a little sigh, but no one spoke to him!

"Senior brother, you ...... Will you ever come back?" stood the emaciated Ling Mofeng at the door. He had a dark complexion, but he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was the hardest working disciple in the Imperial Sword Sect besides himself.

Su Xingchen carried a "small mountain" on his back, glanced at all the juniors and disciples with a desolate gaze, and then landed on Ling Mofeng, and smiled faintly: "Mofeng, there will be a period later!" patted him on the shoulder, and stepped out of the gate of the Imperial Sword Sect!

"Thank you, big brother...... Your teachings!" Ling Mofeng whispered timidly. Although Su Xingchen couldn't practice Qi Resisting Technique, he was much older than Ling Mofeng, and he could be regarded as Ling Mofeng's senior brother in life.

At the door, Murong Qing and Cheng Qingyun stood side by side, watching them leave the sect of the Imperial Sword Sect. Murong Qing's face turned slightly pale and she didn't say a word. The corners of Cheng Qingyun's handsome mouth appeared with an imperceptible smile, but he said to Su Xingchen: "Senior brother, go all the way! When the wooden tools of the Imperial Sword Sect are broken, I will come to you to buy them again!"

For the first time in eight years, he called himself Senior Brother!

All the juniors and disciples laughed together. Murong Qing pinched him behind Cheng Qingyun and said in a low voice: "Don't make fun of others, being a carpenter is also a livelihood......

Su Xingchen's footsteps froze, and he said coldly: "Cheng Qingyun, one day I will use my own hands to cut you into a piece of wood!"

Cheng Qingyun was forced by his cold blade-like gaze, his face changed slightly, and he only looked at Su Xingchen, carrying a hill-like luggage on his back, and left the Imperial Sword Sect.

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