But now, Nan Zhen looked down at the Tianshu Sword in his hand...
What precious disciples, what magical swords, they are all bullshit.
Nan Zhenzhenzun's gaze lingered on Yin Yue for a moment, and a trace of regret welled up in his heart.
Such a smart, obedient and sensible disciple was actually unable to become his disciple.
It really is... a bargain for that cold and hard ice face.
"Oh, what a pity, what a pity!" Nan Zhen sighed and stroked Tianshu with a smile in his eyes.
Here, Shangyue and Chu Yan rode on the same sword.
Because of Nan Zhen's protection, no tactless disciples came forward to cause trouble for her.
"Junior sister, um, you..." Chu Yan lowered his head, hesitant to speak.
"Hmm?" Shangyue looked at him doubtfully, and saw that he stopped talking halfway.
Last month, it suddenly occurred to me that all those who practice Taoism have an unusual obsession with their own natal swords. Most of them regard their natal swords as more important than their own lives.
Of course, such a person would mind others stepping on his or her natal sword.
Could it be...?
Shangyue instantly understood Chu Yan's meaning, but all the spiritual weapons in Shangyue's space were fed to Tianshu, and even the only small wooden sword prepared before leaving fell into the deep mountains.
For a moment, Shangyue was in a dilemma.
She frowned and glanced around, and immediately saw the independent and coquettish figure in the crowd.
Shangyue automatically ignored the fiery gazes fixed on Pei Yuan.
Although she didn't want to owe Pei Heng a favor, she seemed to have no better choice now.
Shangyue hesitated for a long time before asking, "Brother, can you bring Yin Yue to Brother Pei?"
"Ah?" Chu Yan was stunned. He turned around and looked at Shangyue, puzzled: "Why? Does Junior Sister think that I..."
Chu Yan looked at Shangyue who was so close to him, and his voice gradually became smaller and smaller, and then it disappeared with the wind.
He stared at Shangyue blankly, and his face turned red instantly.
Chu Yan quickly turned his face away, not daring to look at Shangyue again.
I was speechless last month. Why are you blushing? If someone didn't know, they would think you were...
Shangyue's heart trembled slightly as he looked at the senior brother in front of him who looked somewhat familiar.
She finally remembered that the red-faced man in front of her was the "unprepossessing" disciple she had used to extract information from when she was trying to explore Chihua's past.
"Senior Brother Chu!"
Shangyue held her forehead speechlessly. It was no wonder that she couldn't remember people. It was because Chu Yan's face was so ordinary. She really... never took such a featureless and harmless face seriously.
"I'm sorry, junior sister. I'll take you there right now." Chu Yan's words were full of bitterness.
As expected, the junior sister also likes the elegant senior brother?
"Thank you!" Shangyue nodded.
Chu Yan's behavior is really not normal.
She glanced at Pei Heng and felt that the "heartless" senior brother of the Immortal Sect was more reliable.
"You're welcome, Junior Sister." Chu Yan smiled slightly, trying his best to look generous.
"I mean, thank you, Senior Brother Chu, for speaking up for me just now."
Although, it doesn't seem to be of any use.
"Ah, that, actually I..." Chu Yan scratched his head embarrassedly.
"I didn't help either. It was all because of my junior sister's cleverness."
I had already expressed my sincere gratitude last month, so I didn't say anything more.
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