Early in the morning of the second day, Yan Yun's door was kicked open.

"Yan Yun!"

"Still not getting up? What time is it? ”

Yan Yun opened his eyes in confusion, lifted the quilt in a panic, and reflexively said, "Mom, breakfast is on the table, you eat it yourself." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment, and the person who came seemed to be stunned for a moment, "What is it?" ”

It turned out to be Song Qingyue, she faced the wind and snow, and her red clothes formed a sharp contrast with the snow white, and her face was like a bright moon, warm and bright.

Yan Yun laughed and laughed at himself.

"Senior sister, how can you have time to come to the cold house."

Seeing that Song Qingyue was alone, Yan Yun was a little nervous, she rubbed her eyes and patted her face again to make herself sober.

"Miss Ben wants to teach you the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique, and you won't get out of bed yet!"

Song Qingyue looked arrogant and urged her.

If her brother hadn't asked her to come, she wouldn't have come to this cold place.

Thinking of Yan Yun's nonsense yesterday, Song Qingyue made up his mind to pay attention to tossing her well.

Hearing that Song Qingyue really wanted to teach her, Yan Yun wailed in her heart, her life was not long!

She simply washed her face, picked up the sword and followed behind Song Qingyue's buttocks, they were going to the sword field.

The sword field is next to the Lun Xuetang, and it is in the center of the Changle Sect, and I don't know how eye-catching this road is.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on the earth, adding warmth to the mottled stone road.

At the beginning, Song Qingyue was known as the little witch, but she was born good-looking and talented, no matter how angry everyone was, they only thought she was a little girl.

Six years ago, she went out to practice and accidentally fell into the demon world.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is almost no possibility of survival for people who fall into the demon world, so no one knows how she came back, not only did she come back, but even her cultivation has become a golden pill, less than forty years of golden pills!

It took more than thirty years for a genius such as Wen Qingyu to reach Jindan after breaking through Qi cultivation, which was really surprising.

There were also elders in the sect who vaguely mentioned probing Song Qingyue's soul, but Yu Feng ruthlessly refused.

Song Qingyue looked back and seemed to be very satisfied with Yan Yun's appearance, "If you are obedient, Miss Ben will allow you to undo the spell on your face, after all, you are not as good as a finger of mine." ”

Yan Yun was silent, her eyes were slightly downcast, these unfair things imposed on her, she would have to get them back sooner or later.

"Senior Sister Xie."

Her voice was soft, but also very quiet, and she smiled flatteringly, but she still had the same face that was only willing to be on the stage.

Song Qingyue laughed proudly, and the laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, attracting countless people to stop and look at her.

One is as beautiful as a fairy, one is as ugly as a yaksha, a stand-in is the original owner, and many people who have no class today have come over just to see this ridiculous scene.

The two of them came all the way to the sword field, followed by a large number of disciples who came to see the excitement, and suddenly blocked the door.

Song Qingyue did it on purpose, she just didn't like Yan Yun who grabbed her position, her existence reminded her all the time that Yu Feng actually used Yan Yun as his substitute.

Jiang Qinghe was also practicing swords in the sword field, and suddenly heard a bustle at the door.

Sweat slightly soaked the broken hair on his forehead, he was dressed in a practice uniform today, heroic and cool, and went to a little bit of youthful childishness,

He looked back, only to see that it was Yan Yun and Senior Sister.

Jiang Qinghe put away the sword, and he was also a little anxious, "Yan Yun! ”

Before he arrived, he called Yan Yun first and told her that he was here.

"Senior brother, why did you only greet her?"

Song Qingyue frowned slightly, the beauty frowning is always extra pitiful, and suddenly everyone looked at Jiang Qinghe's eyes full of condemnation.

"Yan Yun, you haven't been to the sword field for a long time, I have recently learned the Wanhua Sword Technique, and it is more than enough to teach you!"

Jiang Qinghe is now just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and he was beaten in Jiuxiao Hall yesterday, so he naturally had a little resentment towards several people, coupled with his straight temperament, he directly ignored Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue saw that Jiang Qinghe deliberately ignored himself, his face was slightly gloomy, and he couldn't help but sneer, "Senior brother still takes care of himself, Yan Yun is stupid, and you are not much better." ”

As soon as she said this, the audience was in an uproar.

Although Jiang Qinghe's talent is not as good as Wen Qingyu's, he is also one of the best in the sect, and he broke through the foundation at a young age, and even Yu Feng praised him a few times.

But the other party is Song Qingyue, who is about to break through Jindan in less than forty years, and he does have a little capital, but in the eyes of others, it is too rampant, if Jiang Qinghe is stupid with qualifications, then aren't they even more rubbish?

For a while, everyone didn't know whose joke to watch.

"You!"

Jiang Qinghe was very angry with her, but she was a senior sister, and the master spoiled her again, so that he didn't dare to say anything, and looked at her angrily, and wanted to pull Yan Yun away.

"Yanyun, Miss Ben taught you today, where are you going?"

Song Qingyue smiled triumphantly, and beckoned to Yan Yun like a small animal, she didn't care what those people thought of her, anyway, she never lacked people who loved her and were willing to hold her.

"She follows me, she doesn't need to learn from you."

Jiang Qinghe grabbed Yan Yun's arm angrily, "And she doesn't want to learn from you." ”

"Oh? Yes, Yan Yun, you say. ”

Song Qingyue raised her hand and looked at her rouge nails as if admiringly, her eyes were full of deep meaning and only looked at Yan Yun, and the crimson spiritual power surrounded her fingertips, as if as long as Yan Yun said a "no", she would shoot directly.

Her arrogant actions made Jiang Qinghe also stunned, and Yan Yun's eyes wandered, and then he removed his hand, "Senior brother, you are busy with you first, I will follow Senior Sister." ”

Those who know the times are Junjie.

Yan Yun doesn't want to directly confront Song Qingyue for the time being, she doesn't have the capital yet.

Song Qingyue laughed, it was particularly moving under the light of the light, but who would have thought how dark the core underneath was.

Jiang Qinghe was still unwilling to let go, Yan Yun had to give him a reassuring look, Song Qingyue would embarrass her, but it would not cost her life.

As Yu Feng's beloved apprentice, Song Qingyue naturally has her own sword practice room, but she wanted everyone to see Yan Yun make a fool of herself, so she taught her directly outside.

"Swordsmanship pays attention to understanding, seven points of talent and three points of diligence, you are so stupid, then start with the basic skills."

Song Qingyue still looked decent when he lifted the sword, and he was a little fierce for no reason.

After most of the day, Song Qingyue nodded reluctantly, the original owner's basic skills were very solid, and he almost formed muscle memory, so he really couldn't find anything wrong.

"It was the senior brother who taught you before, the senior brother is benevolent, but Miss Ben is not, she swings the sword 10,000 times a day from today."

"Senior sister, I wield 20,000 swords every day."

Yan Yun kindly reminded that although she hadn't wielded a sword in the past few days, the original owner's requirements for herself on weekdays were extremely harsh, even to the point of perversion.