Since then.

Li Dapu is busy with his snail rice noodle business.

Xie Yingnan's injuries improved, and he started showing off like a peacock again.

Gingerbread stayed in the alchemy room for several months, occasionally coming out to discuss with Xie Xinglan how to improve the pill formulas.

Time passed neither quickly nor slowly.

Autumn goes and winter comes, the ice and snow melt away.

unconsciously.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

From initially diving into his sea of ​​consciousness every day to shout and burn away, Gingerbread later devoted his entire spirit to cultivation.

She is now in the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

He also obtained the seventh-grade weapon refiner qualification token.

The flamboyant red-clad swordsman remains missing, showing no sign of returning.

She once thought that the burning process would only take a few months, and besides, his divine consciousness still existed in her sea of ​​consciousness.

That's nothing.

Now gingerbread knows.

Even though that divine consciousness was present, his eyes were closed and he remained silent, making him completely different from the original body.

It has to be admitted.

She seemed to miss the red-clad swordsman.

...

Summer has arrived once again.

Liu Zheng and Wen Yuzhao, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, also returned.

The people of Xianyu Peak gathered together.

Immortal Lord Qingxue was moved to tears.

The main reason he was happy was that Liu Zheng was back.

The youngest disciple was so engrossed in cultivation that he ignored everyone; the third disciple was like a butterfly that never returned home; and the second disciple was a man of few words.

Fortunately, he still had his eldest apprentice.

"Ah Zheng, your teacher has missed you so much." Immortal Lord Qingxue raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his eye.

Liu Zheng tightened her grip on the Ice Soul Sword slightly. Although she knew that her master meant nothing by saying this, her heart couldn't help but stir up other thoughts.

“Master,” Liu Zheng replied calmly.

No one knew that such a calm and even tone had exhausted all her strength.

"Tomorrow is the sect selection conference. Can you help your master see if there's anything else we need to prepare?" Immortal Lord Qingxue flipped her hand, and a cloud-patterned brocade box appeared in her palm. "A-Zheng, do you think this plain white robe makes you look more elegant, or this robe adorned with ice-blue ripples looks more aloof?"

Liu Zheng glanced intently at the two sets of robes.

"When Master wears that ice-blue robe, he will surely surpass Master Tai Xuan."

Immortal Lord Qingxue was immediately touched by what he said, "A-Zheng, you understand your master best."

"Master, this disciple will take his leave now."

Liu Zheng bowed and took her leave. She dared not stay any longer, for fear of revealing her thoughts.

Immortal Lord Qingxue: "Okay, go ahead."

Liu Zheng came out of the main hall.

Standing on the summit, I looked up at the white clouds on the horizon.

She has been at the Nine Heavens Sect during this time.

I don't know why.

Her intuition told her that something about her father was different.

In the past, my father also loved to show off and spend money lavishly, but not to the point of extravagance.

This time when I go back.

Her father's words and actions made her extremely uncomfortable.

"well....."

Liu Zheng sighed. He originally intended to return to his residence to rest, but he turned a corner and headed towards the mountainside.

"Junior Sister."

The courtyard gate was open, and she went straight in.

The girl was wearing a light, gauze dress.

The skirt gradually changed from white to light blue, and the baby fat that was still on her cheeks two years ago had quietly disappeared.

Her full head of black hair was tied up only with a light blue hairband.

A day apart feels like three autumns.

My junior sister looks a little different than before.

Gingerbread is meditating with its eyes closed.

I sensed the fluctuations in spiritual energy.

Her moist almond-shaped eyes slowly opened, and when she saw that the person standing in front of her was Liu Zheng, her pupils were filled with surprise.

"Senior Sister, you're back!"

The girl rushed over with a smile.

Her cheeks were adorned with a sweet dimple.

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. His junior sister hadn't changed; she was still as sweet and soft as a milk cake.

"Yes, tomorrow is the disciple selection conference. Unless they are in seclusion, all direct disciples need to come back." She touched the top of Gingerbread's head. "Junior sister, you've grown taller."

"He has a good appetite and has grown a little bit taller."

Gingerbread clung to Liu Zheng's arm and said coquettishly, "Senior sister, I missed you so much."

Liu Zheng let her hold his arm, a rare smile curving his usually icy and cold face. "I missed you too."

"A disciple selection tournament? It's bound to be a big event!"

The two people walked into the courtyard.

Take out the sliced ​​chilled watermelon from the gingerbread pancake.

"Yeah, it's really lively."

"At that time, there will be not only outer disciples who want to enter the inner sect, but also ordinary people who have passed the spiritual root test."

"From these people, one hundred outstanding disciples will be selected, and finally, each peak master will take them back to become their personal disciples."

Liu Zheng ate watermelon in small bites.

"Then our master will have to dress up for a long time tomorrow, preparing to be dazzling and outshine Master Taixuan!"

Gingerbread's bright black and white eyes curved into crescents.

"Junior Sister is incredibly insightful."

Liu Zheng thought of Qingxue Xianjun's vain manner and found it somewhat cute.

The two were still chatting.

A crane flew in.

With its beak open, the bird utters human language.

"Ah Zheng, Xiao Bing, help clean the sect's ancestral hall."

It was the voice of Master Wuya.

Liu Zheng: "Before the sect selection conference, we have to clean the ancestral hall. I guess my senior uncle will complain that Senior Brother Ling is clumsy again."

After delivering the message, the crane turned around and flew away.

The two flew on swords.

Liu Zheng led the way to the sect's ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is located behind the main hall of the sect leader.

This is the first time Jiang Bingbing has entered the ancestral hall.

The ancestors of the Sword Sect are enshrined in the center of the ancestral hall.

The memorial tablet was not black, but made of white jade.

The names of the Sword Sect's predecessors were written in golden talisman brush.

Some ascend to heaven.

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