Song Qingyun straightened her back while holding the red panda, looked at Chu Yanshu, and said,

"You're right, I'm narrow-minded! Senior Brother Chu, please teach me to practice swords! ”

Moreover, he is not alone now!

He still has a flower, how can he encounter a little setback and languish?!

He's going to be Flowey's dependence!

Chu Yanshu looked at Song Qingyun's appearance of beating chicken blood, and choked for a while.

Actually, that's not what he intended.

But Song Qingyun was unusually persistent.

“.......”

After half a quarter of an hour, he gave up continuing the persuasion.

He began to take Song Qingyun to practice swordsmanship.

God knows, when four days later, Sang Luo Yujian went up to the snowfall peak, and how shocked he was to see the scene when Chu Yanshu took Song Qingyun to practice swords.

At this moment, Sanglu fell into deep thought.

But... In just a few days, he was able to practice Shizun's Changli Sword Technique to the seventh level, although it was only a move, which proved that his comprehension was excellent.

Sure enough, supervise his cultivation well.

It is still expected to be married in a short period of time.

Sang Luo thought, his brows raised slightly, the essence of calculation in his eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips unconsciously set up a smile... She can't work too fast, she has to find a way to get Tongzi to add money!

This Chu Yan book... But she's a cash cow!

Seeing Sang Luo, Song Qingyun looked at her with a smile in her eyes, flipped her wrist, and sharply drew a sword qi, leaving a sword mark with sword intent on the boulder above the cliff.

"Senior sister, look, I've learned the fifth level of the Changli Sword Technique!"

He ran towards Sang Luo with dancing hands and feet, his eyes were full of joy, thinking that he was a child who wanted to ask for the encouragement of his parents.

The figure of the young man in Tsing Yi blended with the little guy who had just gone up the mountain three years ago.

Sang Luo was in a trance for a moment, this kid has grown so tall, when he first went up the mountain, he was still a little heel shorter than her, and in the blink of an eye, he was half a head taller than her.

Song Qingyun ran in front of Sang Luo, she came back to her senses, raised her hand and knocked on his head, and said,

"If you leave a sword mark, you dare to say that you will?"

Song Qingyun rubbed his head and said nonchalantly,

"Not everyone is as smart as you, senior sister, it's already very good that I can practice like this in four days, senior sister, don't be so demanding!"

Sang Luo sounded a little wrong.

If it were usual, this kid would definitely be miserable and self-contained for half an hour, why is he so relieved at this time?

However, it seems that this mentality is not bad.

Subconsciously, Sang Luo turned his head to look at Chu Yanshu.

Looking at each other, Chu Yanshu turned his head unnaturally to look at the side.

Sang Luo felt weird, but he couldn't find anything weird.

So, she asked casually, wanting to know about his learning progress,

"How many hours have you been practicing swords every day these days?"

Song Qingyun's eyes flashed when he listened, and he gestured two fingers,

"Two... Two hours! ”

In fact, it is less than two hours, at most one and a half.

Senior Brother Chu said, practice the way, go with the flow, don't be too demanding.

Sang Luo listened to the fire and got bigger,

"What? Twelve hours a day, and you only practice for two hours?! ”

In the past seven days, she has been away, how much time have these two people wasted?!

So much time was wasted by two people, and she only felt heartache.

The most obedient and hard-working little junior brother in the past shrank his head and winked at her,

"Senior sister... The junior brother said that cultivation should combine work and rest. ”

As he spoke, he also tugged at the corner of Sangluo's clothes, like a puppy who was afraid that his parents would be angry.

"Senior sister, we are going to take the road of immortality, with a lifespan of tens of millions, why do we have to do it every day..."

Every time he said a word, he found that his senior sister's eyes were cold, and finally he shut up before he finished speaking.