The next day, when He Yi put away the Primal Chaos Mental Method, it was already sunrise and the sun had already climbed out for a while.

He jumped down from the tree, his mind swept away, he thought that Jiang Cen should be cultivating, but it turned out that there was no one in the small courtyard.

Lao Liu is sweeping the floor, and there is breakfast on the stone table in the small courtyard, where can she run?

As soon as the thought moved, his mental strength was about to spread, but at this moment, he caught Jiang Cen coming in through the front door. She had a slight smile on her face, a bag in her hand, and trotted back cheerfully.

As soon as she entered the door, He Yi said with a straight face: "If you don't practice early in the morning, what are you doing when you run out?"

"Brother He, I ......"

The sudden serious question made her nervous for a moment, but then she smiled, stepped forward and pressed He Yi's shoulder and said, "Brother He, you sit down first." ”

I don't know why, but he sat down on the stone bench anyway. When he sat down, Jiang Cen had already opened the cloth bag he had bought, took out silver needles and thin threads from it, and tied a tail knot with his hand.

"Brother He, you are a god, you lose face by wearing torn clothes every day? Xiao Cen bought you two new clothes, but I don't know if you like it or not, so I bought a needle and thread by the way to help you sew the old ones. Sticking the needle into the thread, she took out a beige garment from under the cloth bag, shook it open, and said with a pleasant face.

The style of the dress is simple and loose, it looks like it fits well, and there is a blue caftan on the table, which is expected to be similar.

"Take it and return it. I can't wear the best clothes in the world, and I will destroy them as soon as I exert myself. Moreover, my cultivation is self-sufficient, and my clothes will not get dirty. Waving his hand to reject the kindness, he maintained the image of a strict teacher.

"Oh......" nodded a little frustratedly, she put away her new clothes, then picked up the needle and thread and muttered, "That...... Then I'll help you mend your clothes. ”

The broken part on his shoulder had already exposed the skin underneath, and after looking at it for so many days, Jiang Cen couldn't help but want to help remind him.

"It's useless, don't make it up. He replied.

Although this dress is not a magic weapon, but the quality is not worse than the next grade Lingbao, just the production of fabrics, it will take a lot of time and energy. Although it can be sewn together with ordinary needles and threads, it will break down again if he is in a trick with someone or if he is exposed to high heat.

"How can it be useless, it's not that I don't know how to needlework. As she spoke, she mustered up the courage to go around to his left side, twisted the needle and thread, pulled up the corner of the garment, and began to sew it.

"You're doing this in vain, or it won't be long before it breaks again. He Yi said.

"Then I'll make it up again when it's broken. By the way, Brother He, are your clothes very special, why can't ordinary ones compare?" Jiang Cen asked as he threaded the needle. Her hands are very skillful, and she seems to have been a female celebrity before.

Looking back, she was concentrating on stitching up the broken place, her watery eyes revealing a moving brilliance, and the girlish style was all in a pair of eyes.

He Yi's heart moved, and a bad feeling appeared.

Families were destroyed, displaced, and my brother died, leaving him alone. At this time, his god-like man suddenly appeared, turned the tide and saved a boatload of people, taught her skills, and gave her hope. Although he is not a handsome teenager, he is not too ugly to be scary. In such a situation, it is perfectly reasonable for a girl to be interested in him.

He Yi is not stupid, but he has no scheming, and he is not good at conspiracies and calculating others. At this time, seeing Jiang Cen's eyes, he understood many things in a flash.

"Don't make it up!" he stretched out his hand to sweep away the needle and thread, and his face was cold.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Cen was startled at first, and then snorted timidly: "It's ...... The ...... has been made up"

He Yi saw that the clothes were indeed mended, although they were not very good-looking, but at least they would not show their shoulders.

The cold noodles that he had just pretended to turn black all of a sudden, and he muffled: "Okay, go to cultivate, don't go out if you don't have anything to do in the future!"

"Got it......" Jiang Cen lowered his head and promised, his eyes secretly glanced at him, not understanding what he had done wrong.

"Just hand over the things to Lao Liu and return them. Also, in the future, tell him that he doesn't have to prepare my food, and I don't need to eat or drink. With a few words, he flew up and returned to the banyan tree.

"He ......"

The outstretched hand was retracted, and she frowned, "Did I do something wrong......

On the high tree trunk, He Yi obliquely looked down, sighed, and said to himself: "Maybe it's a mistake for me to help her like this." But...... There are few disputes here, and it is indeed the best place to spread the Taoism of the Cangming Sect. Jiang Cen, alas, ......"

It would be nice if you just helped out, but it's not the same day and night. In the long run, it is inevitable that she will misunderstand the meaning of a girl's family. In the future, it's better to be a pure cold noodle master, and don't care too much.

Shaking his head and shaking off the messy thoughts, He Yi thought of the development of the Cangming Sect again.

In terms of running the sect, he can be said to be a completely stunned young man, and he doesn't know anything at all. And when he cultivated Jiang Cen first, not only did he want her to be the sect master, but the most important thing was that he didn't want to show his face, and he didn't want to become a huge shadow behind the Cangming Sect.

He doesn't know how to operate, and Jiang Cen only spends money every day but doesn't make money, and he is probably not very good at it. In this way, it seems that we need to find a few other elders, each responsible for one aspect. However, there is no need to rush in this matter, to really establish a sect, at least you have to wait for the sect master to reach the foundation building period, and can deal with most of the martial arts masters.

The cultivation legends on this planet are extremely rare, and it is expected that there are no other sects, and the only trace of the immortal sword is now destroyed by him.

There is only one sect, and if there is no strife, there may be more negative effects in the future. Divisions, infighting, and oppression of the common people can occur. It is difficult to control such a thing as the human heart, and it is not surprising that there are three or two scum out of a hundred disciples. If you want the entire planet to enter the era of cultivation, it will take a long time and a large number of geniuses who create their own exercises.

Turning over his hand showed a pale golden broken sword and ultra-thin silk paper, He Yi thought about it, and put it away for the time being.

If there were two sects, the possibility of the disintegration of the Cangming Sect would be much lower. But the dispute between the two sects is bound to cause even more turmoil.

After thinking about it carefully, he already had a plan in mind!

put away the silk paper and broken sword, and suddenly his heart moved, and he captured a figure in the corner of the wall of the Three Banyan Village.

He Yi smiled slightly. Eight days after coming to Sanrong Village, Jiang Cen's whereabouts had been completely spread, and the person just now was undoubtedly a disciple of a sect who coveted the Immortal Sword. And he, in fact, is already the third person to come to snoop!

It is estimated that it will not be long before another wave of sword-snatchers will arrive.

Jiang Cen said that she would not want to take revenge in the future, which He Yi believed her. But if you don't even avenge your parents, you will be too much of a failure to be a child. can't even play the identity of a daughter, how can you talk about a grandmaster!

Her revenge still has to be avenged. However, it is not all the men in black who want to be killed, but the main messenger behind the scenes.

Investigating an old case is another complicated suspense drama. But it's good to leave this matter to Jiang Cen to do it himself, he has no interest in that leisure. And let her do it herself, you can hone her, and you can also let him be a good person less, lest Jiang Cen ...... him

In the following days, He Yi waited quietly for the arrival of the people in the martial arts. During the day, he would still continue to tell Jiang Cen some things that cultivators should know, but his tone and posture had completely become cold and hard, and after finishing speaking, he no longer looked at her cultivation, but hid far away from the big tree, and tried his best to check her cultivation progress.

In a flash, nine days have passed.

On the night of the seventeenth day when they returned to Sanrong Village, a man in black took advantage of the darkness to climb over the wall and sneaked in, followed the information in the intelligence, and sneaked directly to the courtyard where Jiang Cen lived.

This person's breath was faint, his footsteps fell silently, there was almost no movement between his actions, and the wind was almost as weak as nothing.

On ordinary people, this is definitely a super master, and he is also a super master who specializes in assassination!

When his eyes opened, He Yi quietly flew down the tree trunk, and slowly followed him without touching the ground in the night.

When the man in black came to the outside of the small courtyard, he didn't open the door, turned over with a slight sound, and entered the courtyard in a blink of an eye.

It was dark in the room, but Jiang Cen had been woken up by He Yi's voice with his heart, and he was hiding behind the door at the moment, holding the Xuantie Sword in his hand, ready to deal with the enemy. Fine sweat broke out from the corners of her forehead, and the five fingers that clenched the hilt of her sword were bloodless, and she was obviously nervous.

Her martial arts are not high, and her cultivation is only at the second level of qi refining, and she is almost certain to lose when she fights with a real martial arts master!

He Yi followed quietly, with him, a master of subtlety, no matter how fast the man in black acted, it was impossible to hurt Jiang Cen's life.

In silence, the man in black had an extra black dagger half a foot long in his hand, which was almost invisible at night. He approached the door, listened with his ear to it for a moment, his brow furrowed.

He Yi secretly said that it was not good.

It must be that Jiang Cen can't control his breathing and heartbeat, and he noticed it!

Once it has been discovered, it is meaningless to hide.

Jiang Cen's ears moved, and he heard a slight transmission. She danced with her long sword, and suddenly the sound of wind sounded. The man in black was an extremely elite existence among the killers, and his five senses were far stronger than ordinary people, and as soon as he moved, he understood the current situation almost instantly! I saw him kick on the door, kicking the wooden door open, and at the same time dodging the sword path that he had guessed in advance, and then the dagger in his hand turned and flicked towards her.

Jiang Cen's skills were more than one step worse than the man in black, and he was a little flustered after being kicked open the door, and now when he saw the other party's dagger attacking, he only knew to retreat and dodge, and waved his long sword in a hurry, releasing a true qi.

The Xuantie Sword is a top-grade magic weapon, and it is also refined with the Panjun Secret Seal, which is much sharper than ordinary top-grade flying swords in terms of quality. Her sword brought a thin sword aura, and although it didn't hit the man in black, it also sent out a sharp roar in the air, blowing an extremely fast thin wind.

Feeling the terrifying sword aura, the man in black became more cautious. After being dodged by Jiang Cen in embarrassment, he kicked Jiang Cen in the wrist, removing the threat of the Xuantie Sword, and then bullied forward, the dagger pressed tightly against her slender neck.

On the roof, He Yi closed his eyes and held the Guhong Sword with the tip of the sword pointing down. If the man in black wanted to kill Jiang Cen, his mental strength would impact the opponent's consciousness for the first time, and then the Lone Hung Sword would take the opponent's life. With the speed of his ascetic, this killer would definitely not have time to strike.

His guess was not bad, this killer was here for the Immortal Sword, and killing people was indeed not the most important thing.

The dagger pressed against Jiang Cen's neck, and in her slightly frightened but resentful gaze, the man in black picked up the Xuantie sword on the ground with one foot, looked sideways, and threw it on the ground after finding that it was not his target.

"Say, where is the Immortal Sword!Is you the only one left in the Jiang family?" the man in black asked in a low voice.

Jiang Cen didn't answer, but asked, "Who are you? Was it you who killed my father and mother two years ago?"

Unexpectedly, the killer who was originally just subconsciously asking the question actually answered her. He replied in a low voice, "My code name is Night God, you must have heard of it. What happened back then has nothing to do with me, and I am only here today to ask you about the whereabouts of the Immortal Sword. As long as you answer honestly, you can save your life. ”

"Night God!ah......hhh

This person is actually the number one killer in the world!

"Yes, who sent you?" the name of the night god had already been heard, and she was also a little frightened in her heart, but she still asked the question.

"You don't have to ask about that. Say, where is the Immortal Sword!"

The dagger is tightened for a minute, and if he can't get an answer, maybe he will really kill him.

"The sword is here, and I have the ability to take it myself. ”

The voice floated from outside the door, and He Yi was holding the sheathed immortal sword, and he didn't know when it had already appeared there.