Chapter 27

After entering the palace, Sheng Ningyu thrived.

Although Qingyi Academy is called an "academy," it is actually relatively free. On weekdays, the disciples have their own courses to attend, and if they encounter something of particular interest, they can ask the academy manager to arrange it.

In addition, if there are other important matters, one may apply to leave the academy.

Of course, whether or not to release them depends on the mood of the elder in charge at the academy.

Sheng Ningyu remembered that back then, the person in charge of the Sword Pavilion disciples' whereabouts was mostly her senior brother Yan Ruchao, who was ruthless and impartial.

Having no other choice, she developed an exceptional skill in stealth.

If she can't leave openly, can't she at least sneak away?

Later, after becoming acquainted with Feng Xiaosheng, the little princess of the Phoenix Clan, he gained many advantages.

Sheng Ningyu remembered that she especially loved going down the mountain back then. Even if she did nothing, just lying by the teahouse pavilion, sitting in the countryside, as long as she was with him…

Sheng Ningyu's hand, which was twirling the pen, paused.

With whom?

"Fellow Daoist Wang, what are you thinking about? Come and see this musical killing formation with us!"

Some people greeted Sheng Ningyu, while others deliberately turned their heads away.

The disciples in the academy come from all over the fourteen continents. It is rare for them to have free time to gather together, so it is naturally very lively. However, beneath the liveliness, there are always some subtle ways of getting along.

For example, someone like Sheng Ningyu caused quite a stir when she first entered the academy. Some people were curious about her, while others kept their distance.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, your new piece is truly ingenious. If it contains spiritual energy hidden within, once it is played, it will be virtually impossible to defend against. To have made such great progress in just a few days, Fellow Daoist is truly amazing!"

"Haha, you flatter me. It was just a few days ago when the elders of the Nine Heavens Pavilion came to give lectures. I was lucky enough to be assigned there."

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings! It's actually an elder from the Nine Heavens Pavilion who has come in person?!"

"Not only the Nine Heavens Pavilion, but also Young Master Feng has put in a lot of effort for the reopening of the academy this time! I heard that in the future, each sect will send its own elders, but I don't know who they will be."

These words immediately stirred up countless thoughts.

"Who will Sword Pavilion send? Will Immortal Rong Que come?"

"How could that be! I heard that Immortal Rong went to the Nine Heavens Pavilion to discuss the formation, so he must be too busy to attend to everything."

"Where is the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion?"

"Ha, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion holds a prestigious position and never speaks much to others. It should only send one elder at most, right?"

"What about the Half Sect? Their sect leader is so mysterious, it's probably hopeless... But will the acting sect leader come?"

One of the disciples from the half-compartment looked up: "Huh? You mean our Elder Yan?"

The disciple who had spoken earlier suddenly rushed to her side, grasped her hand, and shook it vigorously: "So you are a fellow Daoist from the Half-Wall Sect! To be honest, I have long admired the Half-Wall Sect, and I hope you will introduce me to it when the time comes!"

The disciples from several sects were arguing and making a lot of noise, until a voice suddenly appeared.

Do you think the Bluebird and the Leaf Flower will send someone?

This was just a casual remark from a disciple, but unexpectedly, it caused the entire room to fall silent.

The name "Bluebird and One Leaf Flower" sounds elegant, but it actually has a more well-known name.

Hehuan Sect.

The scene fell silent for a moment. The disciples looked at each other, but no one spoke again.

Among them, the disciples belonging to Qingniao Yiyehua were both embarrassed and angry, their faces turning red and blue, yet they were unable to utter a word in rebuttal.

Although the reputation of Qingniao Yiyehua has improved a lot over the years, and the name of the fourteen continents where it is located has changed from "Wanhunxiao" to "Shanhai Buyecheng", the impression of "Hehuan Sect" still remains in people's hearts.

Love and pleasure, fleeting romance.

Ten thousand souls perish within, a thousand poisons erupt outside the cave.

The disciples kept their eyes down, their minds focused. Even though they knew that Qingniao Yiyehua was no longer the despicable creature it once was, none of them were willing to be the first to take that step.

They are all outstanding members of various sects in the Fourteen Continents, and they are inherently aloof and untouched by worldly affairs. Who would be willing to get involved in such a trivial matter?

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Feng Pianpian, who was hiding behind a pillar outside the pavilion, frowned slightly. Just as she was about to signal the steward behind her to speak up and ease the tension, another voice interrupted.

"Even if Qingniao Yiyehua doesn't send anyone, we can still go and have a stroll around the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City!"

Sheng Ningyu sat casually on the edge of the pavilion, her arm resting on the railing and her head propped up. She said in a relaxed tone, "I've heard that the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City is brightly lit and bustling with lights all day long. It's a beautiful place. I just don't know if your city lord would be willing to let us go there?"

The Qingniao Yiyehua disciple's expression softened, and he nodded gratefully to Sheng Ningyu: "Before we set off, the sect leader and elders repeatedly instructed us to be kind to others and make friends with like-minded people. If you are interested, you can travel together."

Just as the atmosphere was calming down, a sneer suddenly rang out: "It's just a place where you can see the sun but not the moon, yet it dares to call itself 'Mountains and Seas Never Sleep,' it's just trying to embellish its own image."

The disciples of Qingniao Yiyehua all turned their heads and glared angrily at the newcomer. Sheng Ningyu also looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar figure.

Wearing a deep blue brocade robe and a golden crown adorned with long golden beads, he exuded boundless wealth and nobility.

The one who spoke was none other than Chu Le, the young master of the Chu family.

The disciples, who had originally intended to say a few polite words, immediately fell silent upon seeing that the visitor was the young master of the Chu family.

Nobody wanted to get involved in this mess, but Sheng Ningyu was different.

Others were wary of the Chu family, fearing that offending this young master would bring retribution from the unpredictable patriarch of the Chu family. Sheng Ningyu, however, was fearless.

Haha, she's already offended the head of the Chu family himself, why would she be afraid of a mere Chu Le?

So Sheng Ningyu imitated Chu Le's manner, scoffed, and immediately put on a high compliment: "It seems that young master Chu Le is extremely dissatisfied with the head of the Chu family."

Chu Le, who had been secretly watching Sheng Ningyu, was so angry upon hearing this that he stood up and strode towards her, saying, "Don't you dare spout such nonsense! How could I possibly have any complaints against my uncle?!"

Sheng Ningyu clapped her hands in admiration: "Not bad, you can even use idioms now."

Her tone was full of praise, without the slightest hint of belittling, but the more she did so, the more sarcastic her praise became.

Chu Le's eyes were practically spitting fire.

Ignoring the winks from those around her, Sheng Ningyu slowly said, "What I said before is recorded in books. It was said by the former Sword Master Mingyue. Does Young Master Chu intend to defy the Sword Master's words?"

The Chu family disciples behind him cried out in a shrill voice, "Young Master Yue!"

Suddenly interrupted, Chu Le turned his head sharply, startling the Chu family disciple who broke out in a cold sweat.

However, even though Chu Le was furious, he knew in his heart that this was for his own good.

Back in the remote Mitian Realm, it was one thing, but now within the academy, with so many people and so many eyes watching, if he were to criticize the Sword Venerable and others found out, not only would the Sword Pavilion be in trouble, but even his uncle wouldn't let him off the hook.

The Chu family has strict rules, no joke. Especially the dark, secluded chamber underground, sealed by layers of magic arrays, just passing by it makes Chu Le's hair stand on end.

Chu Le took a deep breath, stared at Sheng Ningyu, and said unwillingly, "Don't think that just because you look somewhat like the Sword Master, you can act recklessly by taking advantage of the Sword Master's reputation!"

Sheng Ningyu said nonchalantly, "Even the Sword Master himself hasn't said anything, so why should you tell me what to do?"

The disciples: "..."

What a hellish joke.

Chu Le sneered: "You're only relying on the fact that no one from the Sword Pavilion of Qingyi Academy came this time. Wait until you encounter the Sword Pavilion disciples in the future, and you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Sheng Ningyu leaned lazily against the railing by the pavilion, smiled at the girl behind Chu Le, and said slowly, "Even if I don't run into the Sword Pavilion disciples, I'll still look good."

Chu Le: "..."

The Chu family girl blushed slightly upon hearing her smile and involuntarily hummed in agreement. This immediately eased the tension, and all the disciples couldn't help but laugh.

"We're all disciples of the academy, there's no need to make such a scene."

"That's right, hey everyone, let's continue looking at the musical score and formation!"

Everyone tried to smooth things over, but Chu Le couldn't swallow his anger and stormed off.

As soon as he left, the disciples present exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming.

"Judging from his appearance... that Patriarch Chu is truly deeply in love with the Sword Master!"

"No, no! My elders said that back when he wasn't the head of the family, he was actually closer to the Sword Master's junior sister! For a long time, teahouses and taverns were full of gossip, saying that this engagement was probably going to fall through."

"This matter is truly perplexing. Now that the Sword Master has passed away, those two did not become Daoist partners. One is now living alone in the Bright Moon Pavilion by the sea, while the other went to the Mountain and Sea Never Sleeps City to marry Senior Qi and become the city lord's wife... Alas, only the parties involved truly know the truth."

The disciples of the Half-Body Sect sneered, while the others, who knew more or less about the feud between their acting sect leader Yan Wurong and that Madam Ning, remained silent.

Sheng Ningyu listened with great interest.

She had asked Yuan Daojun before, but the old man was stubborn and refused to tell her. As for Sister Ayan, Sheng Ningyu did not want her to worry anymore, so she specially chose to come out during Yuan Bushu's lecture today and indeed heard a lot of useful information.

It is nightless, therefore there is no moon.

Ning Jiao truly hated her, so much so that she changed her name as soon as her master passed away, and now she doesn't even want to see the name "Mingyue" anymore.

It's a pity that she didn't realize it at all back then, thinking it was just a young girl throwing a tantrum.

Sheng Ningyu smiled self-deprecatingly to herself, but on the surface she didn't seem to care at all.

This place is like a winding stream, except there is no river in front of you. All the teas are suspended by spiritual energy. If you want to use them, just raise your hand.

One person exclaimed, "I heard that this 'Spiritual Water Dream of Life' was also created by the Sword Master at the academy back then, and Young Master Feng has completely copied it."

"As expected of a Sword Master, truly elegant."

"Haha, do you think the Sword Master back then might have been like us, not wanting to cultivate and just gathering under the pear tree?"

It's not about being refined or elegant.

Sheng Ningyu thought back to when she wanted to call this thing "River of Blissful Snacks," but Feng Xiaosheng thought it was embarrassing and insisted on giving it a name that was completely unrelated but sounded nice: "Spiritual Water Dream of Floating Life."

Surprisingly, Li Qingfeng and Yu Hanyi, who used to dislike each other, stood on the same side and unanimously rejected her suggestion. Even her second senior brother and junior sister did not help her.

That's really tasteless.

Sheng Ningyu summoned a plate of pastries to her, picked up a few pieces, and said inscrutably, "What if I really am the Bright Moon Sword Master, since you're saying all this to me?"

The disciples burst into laughter: "How could that be! Sword Master is a chosen one of heaven, a person who can break ten thousand laws and slay ten thousand demons with a single sword. Fellow Daoist Wang, you must be joking."

Unlike those rogue cultivators who believe everything they hear, the disciples who gather at Qingyi Academy are mostly from orthodox backgrounds.

They all knew how the Sword Master of yesteryear had slain the demonic seed amidst the overwhelming demonic energy and the eternal killing array, thus protecting the fourteen continents.

And fellow Daoist Wang Jiu...

Everyone looked on in silence. One of the disciples of the Half-Body Sect couldn't help but say, "Fellow Daoist, you should be more careful."

Sheng Ningyu casually picked up another plate of the new-style pastries that floated over. Hearing this, she nodded seriously and took a bite of the pastry: "I will certainly remember this!"

The disciples: "..."

Feng Jiutian couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This stuff is so bitter... Sigh, how come this person eats all kinds of snacks?"

"This shows that Fellow Daoist Wang is not bothered by trifles and is a person who can accomplish great things." The disciple of Qingniao Yiyehua now finds Sheng Ningyu pleasing to the eye no matter what. She asked the person before her with great interest, "So, it seems that the senior of the Chu family has now repented and turned over a new leaf?"

"Bah! Our Sword Master is as clear as the moon, traversing countless ages, and doesn't need a man's sudden repentance!"

These words clearly sparked a discussion: "No way, no way! I heard that Ghost Cang Tower is about to auction off the Sword Master's relics. The Ghost Cang Tower Master absolutely cannot allow it!"

"I think our Thousand Poison Cave's Sect Master Han is quite nice; she's also on good terms with the Sword Venerable!"

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no! Our Pavilion Master is already old, and the Sword Venerable has the appearance of a celestial being. He is absolutely not a match for him."

"If the Bodhi Immortal Lord of the Xie family were still alive, he could barely be considered a match for the Sword Venerable."

Sheng Ningyu had been listening to it as a joke, but when she heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

Two voices spoke at the same time, but neither could finish speaking.

"Manager Feng." Everyone stopped talking and stood up to greet her.

Even within the academy, there are rules.

Today's Qingyi Academy is definitely not a place where one can bully others by abusing one's power.

Feng Pianpian stood on the high steps with her entourage, slightly raising her eyes to look down at the disciples.

"While casual conversation is certainly enjoyable, you have come to the academy with the primary purpose of studying."

His words made all the disciples blush with shame.

There are still people who dare to do it.

Sheng Ningyu also kept her head down, but she probably didn't know that among everyone present, she was the one with the most relaxed expression.

Feng Pianpian glanced at Sheng Ningyu, but said, "Feng Jiutian, come with me."

Sheng Ningyu breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to slip away when she heard, "Fellow Daoist Wang Jiu, please move along as well."

Sheng Ningyu followed with a heavy expression.

Feng Jiutian was extremely nervous, her face turned pale, and she kept muttering to herself, "It's my fault, why did I say so much nonsense? I shouldn't have said it. What's wrong with me today... How high are those steps? Can anyone hear me from up there...?"

Seeing his pitiful state, Sheng Ningyu whispered, "There are forty-nine steps down from there. If someone has high spiritual power, they should be able to hear it clearly."

Feng Jiutian: "...Eek."

How can anyone actually count them?!

After climbing the steps, we arrived at the main hall, and the same old routine followed.

Sheng Ningyu was already very skilled at it.

She waited outside for a while, and soon Feng Jiutian came out with lifeless eyes and unsteady steps, and said to her, "Fellow Daoist Wang, Steward Feng wants you to come in."

Sheng Ningyu sighed, patted Feng Jiutian on the shoulder, and walked into the hall with him.

A subtle fragrance wafts through the air, and wisps of smoke curl upwards; the carved beams and painted rafters exude a solemn and serene atmosphere.

Magnificent and resplendent, filled with gold and jade, glittering with gold!

Sheng Ningyu was momentarily dazzled upon entering.

No, isn't the Phoenix Clan the most fond of elegant and simple beauty? In the past, Feng Xiaosheng often looked down on Sheng Ningyu's vulgar and refined aesthetic tastes because of this. How come she has now made the layout of the main hall of Qingyi Academy like this?

The layout of the other classrooms in the pavilions is clearly normal!

While Sheng Ningyu was still thinking, her mouth automatically and fluently replied, "This disciple knows her mistakes. There are three mistakes: first, I disrespected my teachers and elders by gossiping behind their backs; second, I disregarded morality by gathering a crowd to discuss the rights and wrongs of our predecessors; and third, I was not friendly to my companions by getting into a dispute with the disciples of the academy without showing any courtesy. This disciple has deeply reflected on her mistakes throughout this journey and is filled with remorse. I hope that my teachers and elders will punish me, otherwise I will definitely have no peace of mind."

Feng Pianpian: "..."

She was actually quite young, and while she deliberately put on a serious demeanor at the academy, she was actually quite uncertain about her own abilities.

Seeing Sheng Ningyu's deep remorse, Feng Pianpian felt quite remorseful. She realized that she had spoken too harshly earlier, so she coughed lightly and said cautiously, "Actually... it's not that serious. Fellow Daoist Wang, there's no need to be so self-deprecating."

That's not what Feng Pianpian meant at all.

She had never met the Bright Moon Sword Master of yesteryear, but the incident caused by the Chu family head had attracted a lot of attention. For several days now, people have been curious about Sheng Ningyu's appearance, and even her teachers have been asking her where the Yunwang Palace female disciple is. As a result, Sheng Ningyu has been taking leave for several days and has not gone to school.

Feng Pianpian actually just wanted to remind this disciple that if he didn't want to be offended by others, he needed to strengthen himself and not give up because of a minor setback, thus wasting his time.

Before she could even utter a word, she was completely stunned by his apology.

Sheng Ningyu's thoughts were interrupted. When she looked up, she saw Feng Jiutian behind Feng Pianpian looking at her with a mixture of admiration and jealousy, as if to say, "We've all made mistakes, so why are you treated so well?"

Sheng Ningyu: "..."

There's nothing special about it; it's just that I'm familiar with the language.

She made so many mistakes in the past that she could speak through ventriloquism even with her mouth closed.

But she forgot that the person standing in front of her now was not the old man she had met over the years, but a young girl.

He's still a young upstart from the Phoenix Clan.

Feng Pianpian: "Actually, today I..."

A voice announced from the doorway: "Greetings, Palace Master Yuan."

A second before the words were finished, Yuan Bushu was already standing beside Sheng Ningyu, his sleeves and robes fluttering behind him, clearly having come in a hurry.

Before she could finish speaking, Yuan Bushu, with a stern face, stepped forward and blocked Sheng Ningyu's path: "She made a mistake today because I failed to teach her properly. Punishment is the only way to appease my anger. Why don't we confine her to her quarters for seven days?"

Yuan Bushu stepped forward again: "Since everyone has their own version of events, why not gather everyone in the hall and let them explain the truth on the spot? If she is truly at fault, I will not cover it up."

He stood there, staring at her intently.

Feng Pianpian felt a little nervous under their gaze.

You should know that the person in front of you is the Palace Master of Yunwang Palace, a figure of their Young Lord's generation. In terms of status, he is worthy of being called "Senior Brother" by the Young Lord.

Facing such a powerful and imposing figure, Feng Pianpian's legs went weak, but thinking of the younger generation behind her, she still managed to maintain her dignity: "Palace Master, there's no question of differing opinions. The main figures are already inside the hall."

Yuan Bushu looked around and only saw the quail-like boy behind Feng Pianpian.

He relaxed his brow slightly and subconsciously asked, "You only hit one?"

Feng Pianpian: "...?"

Why are you making such a big deal out of one or two of them?

Yuan Buqi: "..."

He looked at Feng Pianpian's young and innocent face and suddenly realized what was going on.

She is a member of the Phoenix Clan, not the former Grand Elder of the Academy.

The person beside him was also a disciple of Yunwang Palace, not his close friend from a hundred years ago, who was a lively and troublesome junior sister.

She is Wang Jiu, not Sheng Ningyu.

Yuan Bushu's lips curled into a deep smile as he said, "I apologize, Steward Feng. I was in a hurry just now and spoke carelessly. I apologize for any offense I may have caused."

He regained his usual taciturn and composed demeanor, becoming the Cloud Palace Master who made his disciples dare not even breathe loudly in his presence.

Feng Pianpian breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a subtle sense of regret.

I always felt that although the original palace master was extremely oppressive, he was also more vivid.

They should be like real people in the world, instead of being as rigid and dogmatic as the rules of an academy.

Feng Pianpian tentatively suggested, "In that case, how about we have Feng Jiutian copy the academy's rules a hundred times?"

He nodded, neither forgiving nor entirely unwilling.

He looked down at the Lingzhi inkstone in his hand, feeling a rare sense of loss.

In the past, whenever Sheng Ningyu made a mistake, he would hit her head with a magical artifact, which caused her to complain a lot.

Yuan Bushu's gaze unconsciously fell on the disciple beside him.

He never dared to look at this disciple's face properly.

Ever since that distant glance, Yuan Bushu's gaze has always been fixed elsewhere.

They look so alike.

For a fleeting moment, even just a glance, I felt as if I were transported back to that era.

Sheng Ningyu, Yan Ruchao, Rong Que, Han Yuyi, Guihai Sword Master, and that Xie Xianjun who always wears a veil...

And, my mother.

Qingyi Academy, just four simple characters, is more than just the paradise that the young lord of the Phoenix Clan longs to rebuild.

It is the place of the heart that can never be recaptured, the time that Han Yuyi, the leader of the Thousand Poison Cave, longed for most, the pure white jade tower in the heart of the romantic Qingniao Yiyehua Sect Master, and the most flawless and sincere years of many people in the cultivation world.

In youth, there is no only love and hate, only the black and white of the world.

Whenever people talk about Qingyi Academy, they will inevitably mention the name "Sheng Ningyu".

She is like the bright moon, she surpasses the bright moon.

Her playful laughter and unrestrained spirit once shone brightly in the lives of many, but in the end, she became a sliver of white moonlight that lingered beside the bedside in the dead of night.

I cannot forgive, nor can I.

The Palace Master of Yunwang Palace was usually disciplined and serious, self-disciplined and respectful of etiquette. He disdained Chu Jiye's frequent search for substitutes, and he also disapproved of the others making a big fuss over the slightest bit of news.

But when he heard the academy's disciple report that "a disciple has made a mistake, and the headmaster requests that you come to the main hall," Yuan Bushu was momentarily dazed.

The longing for a deceased friend is like a long, cold wave; though the rain may stop, the dampness remains.

Take him, for example. He was perfectly clear-headed, yet he still deceived himself for a moment.

No, no, no.

He thought to himself, "You are the one who should be copying the palace rules."

The return journey was long, and even with the ability to shrink the distance, it still took some effort to traverse the four seasons.

The snow has melted away, and spring has finally arrived.

Sheng Ningyu followed behind Yuan Bushu, he remained silent, and she was also deep in thought.

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Bushu sent her back to Chunyisheng's bedroom. Just as Sheng Ningyu turned around, she suddenly felt something fall into her arms.

It is a small and exquisite silver mask.

“You can carry this with you on weekdays.” Yuan Bushu pursed his lips but looked away. “Your beauty is a gift from heaven, it’s not your fault. But gossip can be devastating, and you’ll inevitably be bothered by it in the academy. I’m busy with other matters and won’t be in the academy for long. If there’s another argument between you and the Chu family members like today, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get there in time.”

For Yuan Bushu, these words were already several times more than he usually said, but he was willing to say even more at this moment.

He turned his back to Sheng Ningyu, gazing at the spring scenery of the four seasons.

The green willows droop, like countless layers of curtains; in the sparse shadows of the pavilions, one can glimpse a corner of the past.

“I heard that Shuhe once gave you a ‘blinding bead,’ but it was inconvenient to use within the academy. This item has a similar effect to the ‘blinding bead.’ If you cover your face with it, it will not easily fall off unless your spiritual power surges.”

That's what you said with such righteous indignation.

Yuan Bushu mocked himself inwardly, realizing that he clearly had more selfish motives than these.

"Brother Fei Fou."

The tone was light and slow, with an upward inflection at the end, like the soft moonlight that fell all over a person, yet could not be grasped at all.

Spring colors abound, and the voices of old friends echo across a century from the winter harvest platform.

[Senior Brother Feifou, don't be so old-fashioned!]

Yuan Bushu's heart skipped a beat. He turned around abruptly and saw that the man was leaning against the willow tree.

She was clearly dressed as a disciple of Yunwang Palace, with her hair simply tied up. But perhaps because the willow shadows obscured her vision, in Yuan Bushu's eyes for a moment she appeared to be wearing a blue and white silver silk robe, a lotus crown on her head, and a sword at her waist.

Just like before.

Yuan Bushu stood frozen in place, unable to distinguish between the old and new years, almost wondering if he had fallen into a puppet illusion. Just then, he saw the man break off a willow branch and wave it at him in a strange and incongruous manner, as if he were greeting him.

However, the situation suddenly changed as the willow leaves brushed back and forth. The willow branches seemed to come alive and instantly became a precious sword that would make people flock to it. It pierced the air and made a faint sound of air being cut. It was heading straight for Yuan Bushu's face!

Yuan Bushu turned around and summoned the Lingzhi Ink Jade Brush to defend himself, but the willow branches suddenly scattered an inch in front of him, with willow branches scattering and flowers blooming, stars shifting and constellations changing, just like a bustling place in the human world, with magnificent scenery flying everywhere.

This is the seventh move of the sixth level of the Ninefold Sword Technique, "Joyful Encounter".

I recall that Sheng Ningyu's favorite move back then was this particular sword technique. Whenever this move appeared, no one in the academy could rival it.

In fact, he also knew that many disciples secretly called him "the devil's nightmare," but because he was a cold and aloof person, no one dared to gossip about him.

So he still remembered, I can't help but think.

So he remembered everything.

I finally looked up again, carefully gazing ahead, through the weeping willows, through the sunlight, through the dust of the world.

He saw that the man had his arms crossed, his face looked somewhat sickly, with an unnatural paleness, but his eyebrows and eyes were still bright and lively, and his demeanor was naturally elegant and unrestrained.

She smiled at him, as fearless and carefree as ever.

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Author's note: Honesty has its advantages; for example, even Mingyue feels embarrassed to lie to him, haha.

Sheng Ningyu: I'm too embarrassed to lie, but I'm too embarrassed to be angry (▽)

Today's update is 7,000 words (double update). Tomorrow, due to a bug, the update time will be adjusted to 11 PM.