For some reason, Yin Wanci was obviously in an ordinary tone, but Chu Yu was inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

Actually, she didn't mean to hide it.

It's just a matter of urging people to pay back, she is not too embarrassed to communicate with Shizun, and she feels that it does not fit his fairy personality.

"It's him, Master."

Chu Yu confessed honestly.

Yin Wanci frowned slightly.

As an elder of the Yilan Sect, on such an important day as the Ascending Immortal Conference, the Qinghan Immortal Monarch was accustomed to sweeping his divine sense throughout the entire sect, just in case.

It was also then that he noticed a strange person.

It was obviously the Jindan period, but he hid his cultivation, mixed in the ranks of the beginner disciples, and had a great relationship with his little apprentice.

"This person has some secrets on him, and he is not a Qi cultivation period cultivator."

Yin Wan pondered for a moment: "Did he tell you?" ”

Chu Yu said, "I don't know, he didn't say anything." ”

The little apprentice has always been well-behaved, and there is no point in asking any further.

It's always in the sect, just pay more attention to yourself.

Yin Wanci's gaze swept over the top of her fluffy head, and said lightly:

"If you get along with this monk in the future, remember to be careful."

……

Shizun's words were completed by Chu Yu one hundred and two percent.

Who would have thought that the next task would be so intensive.

Although there is an introduction to the plot, there is a long distance between watching and doing - for example, the plot mentioned in the original text, Chu Yu has to be busy for half a month.

[Every evening, after Chu Yu finished a boring day of sword practice, he would go to the outer door to find the mysterious man, and the time with him always passed quickly, like a dark cloudy sky tearing open a hole and sprinkling fine points of light from it. 】

[Host, isn't this description beautiful?] 】

The system sighed: [When you stand with the male protagonist, you are really worthy. 】

…… Really, I feel humiliated.

Chu Yu tried to control his tone and not to speak ill of him.

"You're still a good match."

Damn, not controlled.

God knows how this novel was written, and for her, practicing swords is much more interesting than going to the main man.

The name "Genius Sword Cultivator" is not just something that can be possessed by some small talents.

She had been wielding swords since she was eight years old, often practicing a single movement from early morning until late at night, even when she was on Ling Xue Peak.

There's no way.,The task at this stage is:[For fifteen days, get along with the male protagonist for two hours every day.] 】

Fortunately, it was not completely boring to find Song Chengjin.

Because, she can also base her happiness on the pain of the other party :)

Just like now - the male protagonist is buried in the spiritual field hoeing grass, Chu Yu is sitting on a high cloud with a fruit plate, his two calves are dangling, and he makes important suggestions from time to time:

"The one on the right is a little crooked."

"The soil in front of you is not evenly turned."

"Oops, there's mud splashing on the petals." The girl commanded condescendingly: "Wipe them off, remember to wipe them clean, there is no trace of dust." ”

This is what she does when she looks for Song Chengjin every day: supervising him to farm, dig spirit mines, feed spirit animals, and so on.

Song Chengjin pulled out a spirit gourd with all his might, and there were a few mud stars on his handsome face.

The recoil was too strong, and he stumbled and almost fell into the spiritual field.

He couldn't bear it: "Miss Chu, don't deceive people too much." ”

"Who bullied you." Chu Yu bit the fruit stick: "Hey, you really don't wipe the mud on the flowers." ”

Song Chengjin turned around, but Quan Dang didn't hear it.

"It's a snow crystal flower, and it can't get dirt anywhere else except roots and leaves."

Chu Yu ate the fresh fruit slowly and methodically, and then kindly reminded: "Look, it's withered." ”

“……”

"It's a pity, you only owe me 9,872 spirit stones, and now you owe the owner of the flower field 500."

Song Chengjin looked at her coldly.

obviously has a face similar to Yuan Yuan, but why is his temperament so bad?

Beautiful face, sweet voice.

The words that came out were like whispers of demons.

When getting along with her every day, Song Chengjin feels that time flies so slowly, it is like a year.

…… Every day?

Song Chengjin wiped the dirt off his face and looked at the girl on the clouds.

Every time the two get along, the other party will make him angry.

What's more, in the name of instructing swordsmanship, he beat him up several times.

…… All kinds of bad deeds were vividly remembered, so much so that he actually found out: Chu Yu would come to visit him every day in the residence of the outer disciples for the past two weeks.

If it's a simple debt collection, do you need to come every day?

Outer disciples can take on sect tasks to earn spirit stones, but they don't earn a lot.

The apprentice of the dignified Immortal Monarch should not come to him for a few or a dozen spirit stones every day.

Thinking about it carefully, he and Chu Yu have no grievances, and there is no reason for the other party to target him like this.

Unless......

Song Chengjin felt that everything made sense.

It turned out to be that kind of character, he thought.

Brutal and willful but not good at expressing herself, the awkward temper of the eldest lady.

The beautiful female cultivator has a good impression of herself, and Song Chengjin is still very useful.

He didn't think Chu Yu was hateful now—she probably wanted to find a reason to look at him, and as for the swords on her body, she really wanted to teach him something, but she didn't start lightly or heavily.

Thinking like this, Song Chengjin cut open the fresh spirit gourd he had just picked and handed it to the girl on the cloud with a levitation technique.

"Please eat."

Song Chengjin smiled tolerantly at her: "Now I also owe the owner of the melon field twenty spirit stones." ”

Chu Yu: ?

She didn't take the melon, and asked the system in her brain with a confused face: "...... you male protagonist?"

[Uh-huh, host please say.] 】

"Isn't there something wrong with your brain?"

*

The huge Yilan Sect, Chu Yu is not the only one who is confused.

For example, her master, Qinghan Immortal Monarch.

It all started an hour ago.

For a long time, there were only two Immortal Monarch masters and apprentices living on Ling Xue Peak, but occasionally, a few visitors would be received.

For example, Qingyun Dao people, and another example is a young man stroking the guqin.

The young man's name is Murong Xian, born with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, and the sound of the piano is superb, and the world respects him as a piano immortal.

He is one of the few friends of Xianjun, and unlike Yin Wanci's coldness, Qin Xian always has just the right smile on his face, one more is flattery, and one less is alienation.

The two of them sat down in the pavilion, a few cups of tea were eaten, and Qin Xian looked around: "It's really rare, your little apprentice is not in front of you today." ”

“……”

Yin Wanci's hand holding the cup paused.

He knew that during this time, the apprentice would leave Ling Xuefeng every day at dusk.

But where exactly he went, he didn't ask, and the apprentice didn't say.

What about this reaction?

Murong Xian folded her fan to hide her face, "Where did she go?" You look so serious. ”

Even if she never told herself, Yin Wanci could probably guess where she was now.

"Probably at the Outer Disciple Peak."

Qinxian: ......

That's it?

Your old man was so worried, he thought that Xiaoyu went to some sinister secret realm, or a casino flower street that was not suitable for children.

"That kid has also grown up, and it's not normal to have friends."

Qin Xian's peach blossom eyes curled: "Don't worry too much." ”

“……”

Yin Wanqi didn't think of the girl who followed him to Ling Xuefeng three years ago.

The little one, holding the long sword in his arms tightly, stepped on the thick snow on the stack with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

At that time, she was even more immature than she is now, with baby fat on her face that has not faded, and a pair of eyes that are shining.

The peak is bitterly cold, except for the master and apprentice, there are only cranes in the mountains and white deer in the forest.

The little apprentice fished by the cold pool to feed the cranes, and climbed to the top to see the latest snow.

She always seemed to be happy, and never complained.

At Zhaozhao's age, it is indeed necessary to have people of the same age to practice and play together.

And Ling Xuefeng is too tall and lonely, making more friends outside is indeed a good thing for her.

……

Yin Wanci has always thought so.

But the monk he had recently met, he was not as relieved as he had been.

He got up, put down his teacup and said goodbye to the Qin Immortal.

For the safety of his apprentices and the sect, Yin Wanci had left a mark on this strange male cultivator.

Now when I followed the traces and found it, I really saw my little apprentice.

Zhao Zhao was sitting on a cloud, and the male cultivator surnamed Song was holding a melon and handing it to her—it seemed to be the most common one in the spiritual field of the sect.

Yin Wanci hid her figure and looked at them quietly.

He turned against the light and stood a little higher than Chu Yu.

From this angle, you can see her smooth side face and obvious stunned expression.

……

Until the two dispersed, Xianjun did not say a word.

His expression was pale, but his gaze couldn't help but froze.