Qingcheng Dabi is very busy with the Qingcheng faction, according to the original status of Xingyun and Xingjun, so do you have time to practice for them? But now it's different, with Mu Lianzi as the master, no one has come to trouble these days.

The sword practice came to an end, Xingyun sat on the grass and gasped for breath, it was okay to practice the sword during the day, but the mysterious true qi at night tossed him a lot, and he couldn't rest day and night, even the iron beating people could not support it.

Mu Lianzi looked at Xingyun so tired, and said with a smile: "Okay, from now on, you don't have to come here to practice swords, just give me a good rest." ”

Xingyun was stunned when he heard this, and said hurriedly: "Isn't it that the master thinks I'm clumsy?" ”

Mu Lianzi shook his head and smiled: "As long as it is my apprentice, I will not have the slightest dislike, Xingjun also wants to rest, you are so hardworking, although it is a good thing, but you also need to know the truth of sharpening the knife and not cutting firewood, you two can't be tired to participate in the big competition, right?" I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will be tired and fall. ”

When Xingyun heard this, he was secretly grateful, and got up and apologized: "It's a vain disciple who is vain about the master's kindness, and he is willing to accept the punishment!" ”

Mu Lianzi laughed, waved his hand and said, "You and my master and apprentice don't need to be so polite, it's because I didn't make it clear, you don't have to blame yourself." ”

After a pause, Mu Lianzi smiled again: "But for the teacher to let you rest, but the jade void skill every night still can't be stopped, as for the swordsmanship, take a set in the morning, so as not to be unfamiliar, you must not practice more, leave time to recuperate." ”

Looking at his two new apprentices, Mu Lianzi was very emotional, not to mention the good of Xingjun's roots, although Xingyun was very different from Mu Lianzi's expectations, but with such a hard-working and serious apprentice, there was nothing to complain about, not to mention that these two disciples were filial piety and respected each other, but it made Mu Lian feel proud.

This time, Mu Lianzi turned back to Qingcheng, and saw that Qingcheng no longer had the strength to practice hard in the past, except for the sword, there was no disciple of the Xingzi generation who could enter Mu Lianzi's eyes, and naturally cherished these two apprentices.

What's more, although Xingyun's progress is slow, it is also progressive, but it is much slower than that of Xingjun, according to Mu Lianzi's inference about the current martial arts level of Qingcheng Xingzi, Xingyun has no problem in passing two or three rounds in this big competition.

And Xingjun is not to mention, the most special thing for Mu Lianzi now is to accept Xingjun as an apprentice, Xingjun's disciple will definitely shine in this competition, for this, Mu Lianzi is convinced.

After Mu Lianzi explained the precautions for the past two days, he returned to his residence.

Xingjun changed his posture and lay on the grass, looking at the pure blue sky, and said to Xingyun with emotion: "Senior brother, I have been separated from you every night for more than half a month, and I feel very lonely, really." ”

Xingyun looked at Xingjun's slightly pale and thin face, and nodded, "I feel this way too, but I think we also have to try our best to get used to it." With such good qualifications as a junior and younger brother, Dabi will definitely attract the attention of the whole Qingcheng, and when the time comes, he will definitely be able to enter the Qingwu Palace, which is the martial arts resort of our Qingcheng. ”

Speaking of this, Xingyun also lay down, let out a sigh, and said leisurely: "Senior brother, do you remember?" When we first started, we also had a longing for it, and at that time, looking at the brothers and sisters who entered the Qingwu Hall to practice, we also made up our minds to get ahead, and in the future, we will fight together in the sword world and walk in the rivers and lakes. Although we didn't get our wish after that, but now it's different, Master Mulianzi is really strong, junior brother, you are so smart, it's not that senior brother and I can compare, senior brother can't pull you. ”

Xingjun sat up suddenly, his pale face was instantly flushed, and he said excitedly: "Senior brother, how can you say that? ”

Xingyun intercepted Xingjun's words and said: "Senior brother, don't worry, senior brother said that it was the truth, our senior brother has also grown up, junior brother, you have finally met a master like Master with such qualifications, you can't waste it in vain." Seeing Xingjun's excited appearance, Xingyun waved his hand and said, "Isn't it like you won't see each other forever after entering the Qingwu Palace?" When we're older, we can't always be together. That's a delay for you. Saying that, Xingyun smiled at Xingjun and received: "Besides, senior brother, I still have some martial arts with the master, as long as the senior brother and I work hard, I can't wait a few years, maybe our senior brother will live together again." And this big competition, Senior Brother and Master Muwu both rely on you, Senior Brother, to fight for their breath, don't let us down. ”

When Xingjun heard this, he had a complicated look in his eyes, clenched his thin fists, and affirmed: "Senior brother, I will definitely win this time for you and the masters, don't worry." And even if I enter the Qingwu Palace, I will often come to visit the senior brother and the masters, I have been waiting for the arrival of the senior brother in the Qingwu Palace, definitely! ”

Xingyun straightened up, patted Xingjun's shoulder, and smiled, "This is decent, this is my genius junior brother." ”

Xingyun didn't notice it, Xingjun's flushed face lowered, and a trace of exhaustion and sadness flashed on his face.

From the two of them who met in the beggar's pile when they were young, to being led by the Muwudao people to Qingcheng as disciples together, from the original ambition to the later acceptance of fate, and then to the appearance of Master Mulianzi. The two brothers sat together under this breezy mountain, chatting, and the emotions of more than ten years seemed to be cathartic at this moment.

Time was in a hurry, it was already a little late, Xingyun got up and smiled at Xingjun: "Senior brother, it's not early, you go back first, so as not to worry about Master Mulianzi." ”

Although Xingjun still wanted to stay a little longer, he also knew that it was not early, so he had to break up with Xingyun, Xingyun looked at Xingjun's slightly thin back, sighed, and turned to walk in the direction of his yard.

"I'm going to cook something good today, Master Muwu is also very busy these days, just I'm idle, although it is said that Master Mulianzi and Master Muwu's father asked for it, but it's always not good."

Xingyun lowered his head and walked on the way back, feeling very uneasy, after all, he was far less advanced than Xingjun, and it was inevitable that he would have a knot, at this time, Xingyun even secretly hated himself for being useless, the two marrow reshaping pills had no effect, not only wasting the hard-earned elixir of Master Mulianzi, but also disappointed the two masters.

Just thinking of this, Xingyun suddenly stopped, because there was a sound of a girl sobbing in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw Yuan Sirong sitting on the bluestone pier on the side of the road crying in a low voice.

At this moment, Yuan Sirong heard Xingyun's footsteps, and also raised her head, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and she looked at Xingyun blankly, not as lively as before.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Xingyun hurried to Yuan Sirong's face.

Xingyun has known Yuan Sirong for more than two years, he has never seen her like this, in Xingyun's impression, Yuan Sirong has always been happy and lively, and recently because of the gift of cheats, the sixteen-year-old boy felt a little hazy love, although Xingyun does not understand very well, but Yuan Sirong's feelings for himself, he is still very clear in his heart.

Every time I touch that secret book, what I feel is not the thin thickness, but the affection recorded bit by bit in the past two years. Although that cheatbook brought a lot of trouble to Xingyun, it couldn't erase Yuan Sifu's love.

But Yuan Sirong's identity has always been Xingyun's heart knot, Xingyun knows that he looks average, although his body is strong and his height is not low, but his martial arts are too poor, even if he is studying with Master Mulianzi now, it is impossible to achieve it overnight, so Xingyun always feels that he is not worthy of Yuan Sirong.

Although Yuan Sirong is a little fat, she is more round and jade, although she looks average, but she is not ugly, she is the kind of girl who is intriguing and forbidden to see. Some girls may look amazing at a glance, but they can't help it for a long time, but Yuan Sirong is not at all. What's more, Yuan Sirong is not cowardly at all, very innocent and natural.

Xingyun and Yuan Sirong have been together for a long time, so in Xingyun's eyes, the eldest lady Yuan Sirong is actually very good-looking, and she likes her, but she just doesn't dare to express it, because Xingyun knows that even if he expresses it, he can't change any facts, unless his martial arts are the leader of the younger generation, then it is possible to go further. So Xingyun is really envious of Xingjun's genius-like qualifications now.

Forcibly suppressing these unpleasant thoughts, Xingyun squatted down and said softly: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" Why are you crying so sadly? Could it be that there are still people on Qingcheng Mountain who dare to bully you? ”

Yuan Sirong stopped her tears when she heard this: "Can't you just call me Sirong?" Why do you keep calling me Miss? ”

Xingyun was stunned for a moment, and then said with a gloomy expression: "Miss, I." ”

Xingyun was speechless for a while, in fact, why was he willing to call Yuan Sirong "eldest lady"? Every time he calls "Miss", it shows Xingyun's slight inferiority, but what can he do?

Xingyun can only wait, when he really succeeds in practicing martial arts with Master Mu Lianzi, but even if he practices by himself, he is old, how can Yuan Sirong wait until that time?

Just when Xingyun was gloomy, Yuan Sirong's eyes were red and swollen, and she whispered, "I'm going to get married." ”

Xingyun only felt as if a thunderbolt was coming down from the sky, his ears were hazy, and in an instant, his head was chaotic, and only a voice kept echoing in his head, "How can this be!" How so! ”

Yuan Sirong saw Xingyun's deeply shocked appearance, and her heart couldn't help but feel sour, and tears flowed down again.

Xingyun grabbed Yuan Sirong's hands, tightly, as if she would fly in the air at any time, and kept repeating: "Why is this happening? Why is this happening? ”

Xingyun couldn't think at all at this time, he would just keep asking, in recent days, Xingyun sometimes always wondered if he and Yuan Sirong would have a future, but the conclusion he got was that there would be none! The reason is all because of his own low martial arts and he can't attract the attention of any elders in Qingcheng.

There is no chance at all, Xingyun can only escape from himself, don't think about it carefully, only pay attention to the present, and excuse himself: his martial arts are not good, and there is nothing he can do, it is all caused by the environment, even if he does not blame his Muwu master, it is not all due to his own inadequacy. But this kind of self-consolation was shattered when Mu Lianzi appeared and accepted Xingyun and Xingjun as disciples.

Compared with Xingjun's daily journey, his progress is simply not worth mentioning! So that Xingyun no longer has an excuse to escape from reality.

Now Xingyun can only hate himself for why he doesn't have the ability to marry Yuan Sirong, and the news that Yuan Sirong is going to marry finally shatters Xingyun's last bit of luck, so he keeps asking, "Why!" Why! ”

Yuan Sirong's hand was pinched by Xingyun and hurt more and more, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother Yun, it hurts me so much that your hand is grabbed." ”

Although Yuan Sirong's voice was very soft, Xingyun heard it clearly, and he was also much sober, so he hurriedly let go of his hand, and then looked at Yuan Sirong's two white wrists with a circle of dark purple marks, which were obviously caught by himself.

Xingyun was so distressed that he couldn't care about anything, and reached out to gently rub Yuan Sirong's wrist that was scratched by him.

Xingyun was massaged, a faint flush appeared on Yuan Sirong's face, seeing Xingyun so tight on herself, Yuan Sirong's heart flowed with a trace of sweetness, and her heart and wrists felt warm. It's just that as soon as she remembered that she was about to get married, Yuan Sirong's heart was cold again.

Xingyun carefully massaged Yuan Sirong's wrist, while raising his head, looking at Yuan Sirong's pale little face, his heart was really sour. couldn't help asking: "Sirong, what the hell is going on, who are you going to marry?" ”

Yuan Sirong heard that Xingyun suddenly changed his name to "Sirong" instead of "eldest lady", and happiness and sourness hit her heart at the same time. I'm glad that Xingyun finally stopped calling himself "Miss" with the cold title, but the sour thing is that this "Sirong" came too late, and it was only a little more than a day away from Qingcheng Dabi, and then everything would have changed and could no longer be recovered.

Yuan Sirong thought of this and said sadly: "Brother Yun, do you know the Huashan faction? ”