Song Liqing composed herself and regained her calm and self-possessed demeanor.

"I will draw my inner energy to the longsword and use it to fly. I will gradually loosen my control over the sword so that you can learn."

Tu Longjian nodded and began to immerse himself in learning under Song Liqing's guidance.

At sunset, the sky was ablaze with rosy light.

Tu Longjian learned very quickly and had already mastered the art of sword control. At this moment, she was riding the Cold Star Sword, frolicking and leaping through the air.

Song Liqing, wielding his spirit sword, circled closely around her, protecting her.

Han Xing is so irresponsible, he's gone crazy playing around. If he accidentally throws his junior sister off, how will he explain it to his master?

However, Tu Longjian stood steadily on the carefree Hanxing Sword, his spiritual energy flowing freely as if it were inexhaustible.

Looking at her figure, Song Liqing's eyes revealed a faint sense of appreciation.

As expected of his junior sister, she learns very quickly. It seems she has some talent for swordsmanship. I can teach her swordsmanship another day.

In the blink of an eye, Song Liqing had already devised a swordsmanship teaching plan for the next ten years, no, a hundred years.

If Tu Longjian knew about his devilish plan, he would probably faint from shock and fall off his sword. Of course, when she later found out, she also subtly expressed her refusal.

Tu Longjian landed, wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, and returned the Cold Star Sword to Song Liqing with both hands.

The Cold Star Sword trembled slightly, as if it didn't want to leave, but Song Liqing gripped it tightly and forcibly took it back.

If it were any other magical treasure, it could be given to his junior sister, but unfortunately it is his natal spirit sword, for man and sword are one, and their fates are intertwined.

"Sword, you've become a bit mischievous." This is nothing like his usual dignified and composed self; it's rather worrisome.

"Haha, actually it's quite good. Senior Brother doesn't have to keep a long face all day. He can be happier."

Tu Longjian said happily, then suddenly remembered something and took out a white dress from the small storage bag on her body.

"Senior Brother, I bought this moon-white robe when I came down the mountain. I'm giving it to you. Thank you for teaching me how to fly on a sword."

Tu Longjian smiled and stuffed the white robe into the hands of the already stiff Song Liqing.

Song Liqing was very surprised; his hand, which was usually steady when holding a sword, was now trembling slightly.

His junior sister brought him clothes!

The penniless junior sister, after descending the mountain, saw this and couldn't bear to buy it, saw that and couldn't bear to buy it, but actually spent all her savings to buy him clothes! (This is just my imagination)

Song Liqing's eyes were a little moist, but he quickly held them back.

He moved his lips slightly, steeled his resolve, and handed the dark red silk robe he had bought during the day to Tu Longjian.

"This is for you."

This time it was Tu Longjian's turn to be shocked. It turned out that the dress that his senior brother had fought over with others was actually bought for her.

She was both amused and exasperated. If she had known earlier, she might have advised her senior brother to give it to Shangguan Yao, as a way of offering some solace to that poor, sickly woman.

Tu Longjian stroked the Xuan Ye red silk robe with great care and immediately returned to his cave to change into it.

To be honest, this outfit is different from ordinary women's robes. It not only makes the figure look graceful, but it is also loose and comfortable to wear, allowing for easy movement.

After changing her clothes, her mindset also underwent a subtle shift, and she walked out with a confident and spirited air.

"Thank you, senior brother. Is it good?"

A look of amazement flashed in Song Liqing's eyes.

The delicate beauty who was once as fragile as a white pear blossom has now transformed, with a heroic and unrestrained appearance.

He stammered slightly, "Beautiful!"

Tu Longjian smiled slightly and pointed to the moon-white robe in his hand, saying, "I hope Senior Brother can also wear the white robe I gave you. Cold jade needs moon-white to match. Throw away that gray robe, it's just wasting your beauty."

Song Liqing nodded hastily and left in a daze.

He ran into An Lan on the road and grabbed the other's shoulder, asking, "Second Junior Brother, why do I feel dizzy?"

An Lan straightened her pink collar, which he had ruffled, and fanned herself, her fox-like eyes narrowing: "Dizzy? What did you do, Senior Brother?"

“I…she…”

"I gave her clothes, and she gave me clothes."

Song Liqing rarely communicates with others and has a limited vocabulary; it took him a long time to finally utter this sentence.

An Lan chuckled and covered her face with her fan.

"Oh dear, even the cold, snowy mountains have a day when they melt."

"It's common for two people who are in love to exchange clothes." He patted Song Liqing's shoulder playfully and left.

Song Liqing's face flushed red as she scolded his departing figure, "Don't talk nonsense. I was just taking care of her, and she probably just wanted to repay me."

He nodded to himself in agreement, finally finding his logic to be consistent.

An Lan turned her fan around, waved it at him, and said casually, "I'm just waiting for my senior brother's wedding banquet."

Song Liqing unfolded the long robe and was surprised to find that it fit him perfectly; it was his size!

His handsome face flushed red, then reddened again, eventually turning into a surge of fighting spirit.

He'll go down the mountain tomorrow and complete all the tasks he accepted at the mission hall today. He's determined to find a good treasure for his junior sister.

His junior sister treated him with such care and consideration, so he was determined to repay her kindness by working even harder to earn spirit stones to support her!

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A few days later, Tu Longjian held a few plump Rejuvenation Pills and moved his stiff body.

She failed the first time, but the Rejuvenation Pills she refined afterward were all of superior quality, and she was very satisfied with the results of her learning over the past few days.

Thinking about the tutoring assignment I took out in the task hall before, it's time to do it.

Following the instructions of the mission, she stood before a magnificent mountain gate.

Is anyone there?

No sooner had he finished speaking than a little old man with messy hair tied up with a head full of flowers came to greet him with a big smile.

He still looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up, and said with his eyes slightly open, "Is this the mission you took on, young friend? Please come in, please come in."

Tu Longjian looked at his messy head full of wildflowers and pursed his lips, trying to suppress a laugh.

She doesn't usually laugh unless she can't help it.

The old man seemed to sense something, and seeing her strange expression, he immediately summoned a mirror and looked at himself.

Enraged, he stomped his feet and roared like thunder, the sound echoing throughout the entire mountain.

"Feng Tian and you little brat!!!"

He quickly ripped off the wildflowers that had been planted haphazardly on his head, and pulled Tu Longjian to the house on the mountaintop in an instant, just like a gust of wind.

Looking at the furious old man and the pitiful little boy who looked like a quail, Tu Longjian spoke up in the silence: "Elder, what do you need me to do?"

"First, is it moral education or cultivation education?"

The old man snorted, "His morals are beyond saving. He should learn some cultivation, otherwise I'm afraid that one day when I'm no longer here, he'll be beaten to death!"

"Okay. So, what kind of result do you hope to achieve? I will make a plan based on that, hoping to achieve your expectations."

"Also, I hope you can tell me the truth about my current learning progress, which subjects I am good at, and which subjects have great potential for improvement."

"In addition, it would be best to provide the student's past transcripts and a photo so that I can address the issue more effectively."

The old man's expression softened slightly, feeling that the young female cultivator before him was quite reliable. He cried out without any regard for his image, "Teacher, you must save my son! Thank you so much!"