"for you."

"What's this?"

"Invitation. On the first day of next month, the sword tomb of the Guan clan in Tianshui County will be opened. You are invited to come."

"Sword Tomb..." Ling Yunpo looked at the invitation and felt inexplicably tired. "Is this another secret realm?"

"Pfft!" Guan Shanyue burst out laughing, while Sima Changyan beside him was speechless and explained:

"What secret realm... The sword tomb is the residence of the Guan family's ancestor."

"After my ancestor passed away and ascended to heaven, he stayed in the clan's territory and stayed in the sword tomb all year round." Guan Shanyue had laughed enough, so he patiently added, "He only opened the door once in a while."

"Every time the ancestor opens the door, our Guan family will invite many new sword masters from all over the world to go to the Guan family's land to meet the ancestor."

"After all, the Guan family's ancestor is an immortal, and has infinite attainments in the way of the sword. Even if he just gives you some advice, it will be enough to benefit you infinitely." Sima Changyan said with emotion, looking at Ling Yunpo with envy, "To be able to receive an invitation from the Longxi Guan family is something that many sword cultivators dream of."

"I see. Thank you, Senior Sister Guan, for your kindness." Ling Yunpo accepted the invitation solemnly.

"Oh, here's another one." Guan Shanyue took out another invitation, "It's for Senior Sister An. Please ask Junior Brother Ling to pass it on for me."

"Let me pass it on?" Ling Yunpo asked curiously, thinking why don't you give it to her directly?

"Senior Sister An and I had some misunderstandings in the past." Guan Shanyue saw his confusion and said with a smile, "If I go alone, she might not even accept the invitation, so I can only trouble Junior Brother Ling."

"Even if it's a huge misunderstanding, it's the Guan family's invitation after all..." Sima Changyan shook his head, obviously not believing that Senior Sister An would be willing to refuse.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries with Ling Yunpo before flying away on their swords.

Ling Yunpo went down the mountain to buy some wine and meat in the market, and then returned to Qingluo Peak, where he saw An Zhisu sitting on the swing, looking somewhat bored, swinging slowly while holding onto the rope.

After losing her natal sword, Senior Sister An even stopped doing her daily sword practice in the morning, which made Ling Yunpo very worried.

"Senior sister, I bought some beef tendons and some excellent sweet-scented osmanthus wine today." He raised the wine and food in his hand and gestured, "Would you like to have some?"

An Zhisu raised her head, smiled gently, and nodded:

"good."

The two sat down beside the pavilion, and Ling Yunpo enthusiastically poured wine for Senior Sister:

"Sister, drink this cup first."

An Zhisu picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

As the wine entered his heart, he felt drunk immediately and his vision became unclear.

She hurriedly and quietly circulated her true energy to refine all the alcohol in her stomach, and instantly she was back to normal.

Ling Yunpo poured himself another glass of wine and drank it happily. He felt that the alcohol content was not strong, but it was sweet and refreshing, which made him feel very comfortable.

He propped the small earthenware pot on the stone table with a copper stove, added a lot of fine firewood into it and lit it.

Soon the earthenware jar began to make gurgling sounds. Ling Yunpo opened the lid as if he was presenting a treasure, and An Zhisu saw the shiny taro and the beef tendons that had been stewed long ago rolling in the steaming gravy.

Even though she had been fasting for a long time, she still couldn't resist her appetite when she saw this thing. She reached in with her chopsticks, picked up a piece, chewed it carefully, and ate it, her eyes lit up.

The two of them ate heartily, and after they were full and drunk, seeing that the senior sister closed her eyes comfortably, Ling Yunpo took out Guan Shanyue's invitation.

When An Zhisu saw the invitation, his face immediately fell and he frowned:

"I don't want to go to her house."

"I heard that the Guan family's ancestor is at the level of an immortal." Ling Yunpo advised patiently, "A few pointers from him would be of great help to our sword skills."

"I won't go even if it helps." An Zhisu turned away and said unhappily, "That's her clan's land after all. Who knows what traps are set in there?"

"Why do you say that, Senior Sister?" Ling Yunpo pretended to be surprised. "How did Guan Shanyue... offend Senior Sister in the past?"

"I didn't offend her directly, but we just don't like each other." An Zhisu sighed, "She likes to beat around the bush and speak in a sarcastic tone. She thinks she's humorous, but she's actually mean. How do you think I got the title of 'Grass-Chopping Sword Fairy'? It was first spread from Cuizhu Peak. It caused me so much trouble, but she was secretly proud of it."

Ling Yunpo was speechless, thinking that the nickname "Poyun Sword Immortal" seemed to come from Guan Shanyue.

Is this guy a nickname maker? You like giving people nicknames so much, how about I give you one someday?

"Anyway, I don't want to go." An Zhisu finally said, "If you want to go, go by yourself, but try to have as little contact with her as possible."

"Senior Sister." Ling Yunpo sighed, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"

"What?"

"If Qingluo Peak wants to get out of its current predicament, it is not advisable to practice in seclusion. We must also pay attention to making connections and developing allies."

"Of course I know that." An Zhisu said helplessly, "The forests of Jingang Peak cut off the mountains, and the sections of Huanglong Peak divide the sea. If I happen to meet them on the road, I will greet them properly."

"But the only one I don't want to care about is Guan Shanyue. She's annoying."

So, does saying hello well count as making connections? Ling Yunpo began to feel troubled by his senior sister's emotional intelligence.

“They are different.”

"What's the difference?"

“In terms of swordsmanship, Guan Shanyue may not be as good as Lin Duanshan and Duan Fenhai.” Ling Yunpo analyzed, “But don’t forget that the Longxi Guan family has been a family of swordsmen for generations, and their influence in the Shangqing Sect of Mount Shu is huge. In terms of extensive connections, these two combined are probably not as good as Guan Shanyue.”

An Zhisu was silent for a while, but he couldn't refute.

Of course, she knew how extensive Guan Shanyue's network of contacts was in Shushan, or given his hypocritical character, it would be strange if she couldn't be able to make good use of him.

When her master Su Jian was still alive, he taught her by example, "When you meet someone you don't like, just kill him with one sword."

Although An Zhisu did not follow all the instructions, she was still influenced by him and usually liked to be straightforward.

For people like Guan Shanyue who have both status and strength and refuse to give in even after winning a fight, she would try her best to avoid contact with them, but she never thought of pretending to be nice to them and maintaining some kind of superficial harmonious relationship.

At this time, Ling Yunpo advised her to be "smooth", and she subconsciously resisted.

However, on second thought, An Zhisu had to admit that what his junior brother said was indeed impeccable.

My master taught me to be able to take revenge and settle scores, but now I have ended up in seclusion. This shows that being straightforward is not necessarily a good thing.

Rather than "listening to the master", what I need to do is to maintain the Taoist lineage of Qingluo Peak. Otherwise, when the master comes out of seclusion, how will I have the face to see him?

To maintain the orthodoxy, one must be "smooth" as the junior fellow said...

After thinking it over, An Zhisu finally made up his mind, closed his eyes, sighed and said:

"I understand, Junior Brother... I, I will go with you."

"That's great." Ling Yunpo nodded with satisfaction, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Hey, the purpose was clearly to make connections, so how did it become “accompany me”?