An Lingyun slowly exhaled a breath and ended the exercise.

[The injury to the meridians is too serious, and the treatment is slow like this, with little effect, but at present, it can only be like this, fortunately, I am at least safe now. 】

An Lingyun's face was calm, constantly analyzing her current situation.

There's nothing to worry about, An Lingyun still plans to lie dormant by Zhuo Yang's side, quietly heal his wounds, and then wait until his strength recovers, and then make a comeback and make a comeback.

By the way, during this period of time, An Lingyun plans to make a little subcalculation and bring Zhuoyang's potential stock under his command.

As for effective and concrete plans...... Not yet!

[No, I'm part of the plan, I'm lurking by Zhuo Yang's side, constantly observing his personality, preferences, and even weaknesses, and then prescribing the right medicine to win with one blow! 】

Thinking of this, An Lingyun showed a slightly confident, even arrogant smile on her face, and at the same time, a faint purple color flashed in her eyes.

"Stampede~"

Well? Is that guy back?

An Lingyun's delicate little ears twitched, and she heard movement outside the room.

Without saying a word, he immediately pulled up the quilt and began to pretend to be asleep.

However, what she didn't know was that if Zhuo Yang saw the neat quilt on her body, he would definitely immediately see through that she was pretending to be asleep.

After all, in terms of sleeping position, An Lingyun has no grace at all.

......

"This day, I can be tossed to death!"

After jumping into the courtyard, Zhuo Yang shook his head helplessly.

From the mouth of the old man, Zhuo Yang learned that the five-year sword meeting of Taiyi Palace was about to begin, and the purpose was very simple, that is, to select who was the strongest sword in Daxuan and who was the strongest swordsman in Daxuan.

Well, the younger generation.

The age cannot be higher than twenty-five years.

When the time comes, Taiyi Palace will send its disciples to go down the mountain one by one and distribute invitations.

Seeing that the fish has a bearing meaning, it seems that he will be invited.

"But that woman is actually a fish, and it feels a little average, is my aesthetics too high."

Zhuo Yang doubted himself, you know, the rivers and lakes are like a god of fish Yourong, the posture of a fairy, but in Zhuo Yang's opinion, the brain is not good, and Zhuo Yang doesn't want to have anything to do with Yu Yourong at all, she is not the type he likes.

"Senpai, can I not go?"

After Zhuo Yang knew that he would be invited, he said very seriously.

Hearing this, the old wine nodded: "Of course, this is not a forced thing, but ......"

Jiu Lao's eyes glanced at the sword on Zhuo Yang's waist, and said lightly: "You kid, can you really hold back, don't want to go to those swordsmen to fight?" ”

Jiu Lao's eyes looked at the Long Yuan Sword on Zhuo Yang's waist again, as if to say that the sword was covered with dust and destroyed the heavens.

Zhuo Yang was speechless.

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Looking at his own rising fusion degree after a fight with Yu Yourong, Zhuo Yang understood that if his fusion level wanted to rise, he would probably have to fight against all kinds of swordsmen, and he was a powerful swordsman.

"Alas, it's troublesome, but in order to become stronger, I have to do it."

Zhuo Yang looked at Jiu Lao and asked curiously, "Jiu Lao, is there any benefit to being the first?" ”

"Fame, and Taiyi Palace, a swordsmanship in the Sword Pavilion."

Well, enough to impress Zhuoyang.

"By the way, the wine is old, the wine is ......"

"This gourd has been drunk by the old man, if you want to drink it, you have to wait for half a month for the new one, and then I will give it to you."

The old man waved his hand, and then asked, "By the way, are you interested in the martial arts competition held in the Imperial City in the future?" ”

Zhuo Yang was stunned again.

......

"This day, there is no stop, I should take Yun'er back to Anning City."

I don't know why, Zhuo Yang felt that there were many pairs of eyes staring at him in this imperial city, and he felt that there would be ...... here It's troublesome.

In the courtyard, Zhuo Yang decided to accompany his grandparents at home honestly, and then returned to Anning City to continue to carry forward his dart game.

[However, if you want to carry forward the dart game, you have to open your reputation first. 】

[But then again, my reputation should be enough now.] 】

[But if it's enough, why haven't I opened for so long?] 】

Zhuo Yang's face was entangled at this time, and he was engaged in an ambivalent struggle of wanting to touch the fish and doing something big.

"Forget it, anyway, just go to the Sword Asking Conference when the time comes, this Imperial City's martial arts conference, forget it!"

Zhuo Yang decided to work hard, but he didn't plan to work so hard.

"When the time comes to go to the Sword Asking Conference, just leave Yun'er with your grandparents."

"Well, that's it!"

After deciding on it, Zhuo Yang suddenly became bright, so he planned to go back to his room to sleep, but ......

When he was about to go back to the room, Zhuo Yang looked at An Lingyun's room and couldn't help but think: Little guy, I don't know if you kicked the quilt, do you want to take a look?

[Tsk, but if you go to see it now, will it be a little ......]

Zhuo Yang inexplicably thought of the protagonist surnamed Xiao whose wife was going to grab from the doll.

[Hi, impossible! No way! People are still the same age, but I am so much older than Yun'er, although she calls me brother, but in the previous life, the age difference of fifteen years can call uncle. 】

[Besides, I like mature intellectuality and feel like a senior sister.] 】

Zhuo Yang felt that he should go and take a look at it, and not go in, after all, the little girl's sleeping position was not very ...... Anfen.

So, Zhuo Yang came to the window, gently pushed the window open with his palm, and then ......

"What are you doing here?"

"Ah!!!!!h

......

After pretending to be asleep, An Lingyun heard no movement in the courtyard, couldn't help but open her eyes, and sat up from the bed with a smoke.

[But then again, where did that guy run away at night?] Well, judging by this guy's character, he should have gone to that kind of place. 】

Hearing this, An Lingyun sighed hatefully.

The subordinate I fancy is a little talkative, what should I do.

The solution once and for all is to cut it to the roots, but considering that Zhuo Yang is the only successor of the Zhuo family at present, An Lingyun does not plan to go that far unless the situation is special.

[Or, let that guy make a child, and then ...... him]

An Lingyun thought badly, after all, Zhuo Yang had taken advantage of himself many times before, and it was normal for him to do what he did.

But An Lingyun just thinks about it casually, after all, An Lingyun still has to think about Zhuoyang's children and wife.

[But what kind of person does that guy's wife have to be to be able to stop this guy, after all, that guy likes to go out and wave at every turn. 】

After An Lingyun thought of Zhuo Yang's hobby, she couldn't help but pout.

If it were her anyway, she wouldn't want it!!

[Forget it, don't think about it, don't want to do it, cultivate and cultivate. 】

An Lingyun smiled, and when he was about to cultivate, his heart suddenly moved, he felt a sight, and subconsciously raised his head, so he saw a pair of eyes outside the window.

......

To be honest, An Lingyun's first reaction was to slap it out, and she did hit it, but after suddenly remembering her current situation, she turned her palm, hugged her chest with both hands, curled up her legs, and shouted with all her strength.

"Ah!!!!!h