In the blink of an eye, a few more days have passed.

The scorching red sun was high, and it was almost noon, and thousands of Qingxia Sect disciples were gathering in the mountainside square of Qinglong Mountain at this moment, and they were practicing the simplest swordsmanship.

Yu Wenzhu stood alone on the side, looking at the disciples in the practice, nodding slightly from time to time, his expression was very pleased.

When Yu Wenzhu, who was full of interest, was looking at it, he suddenly saw Ye Yun and Bai Shiki, each carrying two bundles of dry firewood passing by the edge of the square, Yu Wenzhu suddenly looked at the two of them with a very unhappy face, and scolded, and said: "These two wastes have really fallen into Lao Tzu's reputation." ”

At this moment, Ye Yun was pressing a bamboo pole on his shoulder, and a bundle of firewood was hanging at both ends of the bamboo pole.

"Ye Yun, I really can't walk. Just as Ye Yun and Bai Shi were about to walk out of the square, suddenly, Bai Shiki, whose chest was rising and falling violently, panted.

"Insist on the meeting, wait for us to walk out of the square, resting. Ye Yun gritted his teeth, looked at a rock outside the square not far away, his eyes were full of longing, and he silently cheered himself up: "Hold on, hold on." ”

Today, before dawn, Ye Yun and Bai Shi went to the back mountain of Qinglong Mountain to collect firewood, the size of Qinglong Mountain can be imagined, these two people have been walking non-stop for two hours with heavy dry firewood, Ye Yun and Bai Shi have blood blisters on their shoulders.

Boom.

As soon as Ye Yun finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, and when he looked back, he found that Bai Shi was already unconscious, lying on the ground like dry firewood.

He quickly put down the bamboo pole on his shoulder, and eagerly ran to Bai Shiki's side, shaking Bai Shi and shouting, "Bai Shiki, wake up." ”

"White compress, white compress. Ye Yun was in a hurry and shouted.

In the Sword Practice Square, the situation of Ye Yun and Bai Fu was seen by Yu Wenzhu, and the other disciples in the square did not dare to look at it at will because they were concentrating on practicing, but they didn't know anything.

"Stop. Yu Wenzhu looked at Ye Yun, who was shaking with Bai Shi, turned his head, and shouted loudly at the thousands of disciples in the square.

Yu Wenzhu raised his hand to the location of Ye Yun and Bai Shiki, and the irony in his words was extremely obvious, and he shouted: "Look, you all see, these two wastes, they can't even pick up firewood, what kind of cultivation are they talking about, it's really a joke in the world." ”

Ye Yun was furious, if it was on weekdays, Yu Wenzhu scolded them, it would be fine, but today's events, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Bai Shi is doing chores for the sect, and he is tired to the point of collapse.

Ye Yun was trembling by Yu Wenzhu's sarcasm, he suddenly raised his head and glared at Yu Wenzhu in the distance, and a raging fire rose in his heart, and the scorching heat was comparable to the scorching sun.

Next, a scene that made Ye Yun even more unexpected happened.

"It's not a loss, it's a parallel import of Qingxiamen. ”

"I can't even pick up firewood, it's really in vain. ”

"How could these two scum come to Qingxiamen at the same time as me. ”

"Qingxiamen has such a disciple, it is really a blood mold that has been poured for eight hundred years. ”

Thousands of disciples looked at the scene of Ye Yun and Bai Shi in the distance at this time, and they all pointed and talked non-stop, and there was a lot of complaint in the noise, and even scolded loudly.

"Shut up. Ye Yun, who was originally anxious and annoyed in his heart, suddenly heard the scolding and disgust of the other disciples in the square, and it was difficult to suppress the anger in his heart.

Ye Yun looked at the ugly faces of thousands of disciples, and thought of Wang Tong inexplicably in his heart, and he said with great vicissitudes: "It's really like things gather and people are grouped." ”

After a while, Ye Yun staggered towards the grass hut at the foot of the mountain with Bai Shiki's footsteps on his back, thousands of pairs of eyes behind him, some were indifferent, some were gloating, some were bystanders, some were watching the excitement, and the sound of shouting and scolding resounded throughout the square.

Yu Wenzhu, who had an unkind expression, stared at Ye Yun fiercely until he disappeared into the square, and then shouted at the disciples in the square: "Okay, it's not worth wasting your tongue for such a waste." ”

At the foot of Qinglong Mountain, a dilapidated thatched hut stands lonely, as if it existed a long time ago.

The thatched hut seems to have been devastated by the scorching sun and wind and rain in the world, and the desolate scene is incompatible with the palaces on the top of Qinglong Mountain.

"Wake up. Ye Yun took a damp cloth and pressed it on Bai Shi's forehead, looked at Bai Shi, who opened his eyes slightly, and said with concern.

"Thank you!" Bai Shi thanked Ye Yun.

In the evening, Ye Yun stood in front of the grass hut, looked at Bai Shi who was about to leave, and said, "Bai Shi, can you tell me, why are you practicing?"

"This. After a pause, he turned his head to look at a withered poplar tree and said, "It's hard to say." ”

"My father, known as the King of Medicine, once traveled all over the Terran realm, treated many strong people, and even treated the injuries of rare Sword Sect powerhouses. With a look of memory on his face, Bai Shi suddenly said in pain: "But when he was healing a Sword Emperor powerhouse, he was killed by the enemy of the injured Sword Emperor powerhouse, so." ”

"So, you practice for revenge. Ye Yun looked at Bai Shishi, who had a painful face, and said.

Bai Shi nodded, moved his steps and prepared to leave, after he walked dozens of steps, he suddenly turned to look at Ye Yun in the distance, and asked, "Ye Yun, why are you practicing?"

Ye Yun didn't answer Bai Shiki, but just said: "In this world, the most difficult thing is to survive. ”

Bai Shi listened to Ye Yun's words, nodded, and turned to leave.

Ye Yun looked at Bai Shiki's back and said to himself, "You, maybe you won't understand." ”

Night, bleak.

Ye Yun struggled as always, he struggled towards sword cultivation, and he never gave up.

"Failed again. Ye Yun, who was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, shook his confused head, and saw that Dongfang was pale, and there was no progress in a night's penance.

"What's the matter?" Ye Yun frowned and said, "At the beginning, the king and the old thief forced me to get started, it must have been because I had good cultivation qualifications, but how could I not even achieve the most basic sword cultivation. ”

In the months that Ye Yun entered the Qingxia Gate, in addition to doing chores every day, he practiced every day, not to mention at night, every time he wanted to gather the Yuan Sword in the sea of qi, he had to practice hard until the sky was about to dawn.

After each failure, he always persevered in his efforts, but God seemed to test his patience and made him fail again and again.

Day after day, in the depths of winter.

Qinglong Mountain is covered with a layer of brilliant silver snow, counting nine cold days, frozen for thousands of miles, all life in the world seems to have come to an end, and the entire Qinglong Mountain is silent.

Night was approaching, and Ye Yun, who had been tired all day, stood in front of the grass hut covered with a thick layer of snow, looking at the snow scene in the distance tiredly, stunned.

It has been nine months since Ye Yun came to Qingxiamen, and Wang Tong, who seriously injured him that time, seems to have disappeared, and there is no trouble in looking for Ye Yun, but as time goes by, Ye Yun's daily chores in Qingxiamen have become more and more arduous.

However, although Wang Tong was not looking for Ye Yun's trouble, Ye Yun knew in his heart that with Wang Tong's temperament, he would not let himself go, besides, even if Wang Tong didn't kill him, he would have to fight to sleep for only two hours a day to let himself step into the ranks of sword cultivation, because he wanted to live well and live without restraint.

Pushing open the bamboo door and walking into the grass house, Ye Yun sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed with his heart to the sky as in the past, with a set of simple movements with both hands, and then, picked up the copper sword beside him, palms up, slowly placed on his knees, and his eyes were slightly closed.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, Ye Yun's face was solemn, and the ocean-like aura in the sea of qi was whistling like a raging wind and a tsunami.

Burst.

A mouthful of blood spit out from Ye Yun's mouth, he opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth in a coherent manner, and sat in a new position, which had been carried out countless times, and he was already familiar with it.

Taking a deep breath gently, Ye Yun closed his eyes slightly, and slammed towards the sword cultivator.