Fan Zifan felt a headache coming on. If this child went to Xuanyun Sect and wasn't raised by Wen Jinge's side, the mountain would probably suffer in the future.
So that's why!
The trial will begin in two days.
Wen Xiaowu!
If you're really alive and this day has come, then hurry back!
This trial is supposed to be a training exercise for disciples of a sect, but the only swordsman our sect can boast is you, the number one swordsman in the world!
The Second Best Swordsman in the World is now as dejected as a bitten dog; how could he possibly have the strength to come here and provide guidance?
His temper is even more eccentric than yours. If you don't come back, won't the whole world laugh at our Xuanyun Sect?
Fan Zifan muttered a lot in his mind, but he couldn't see anything unusual in the sky. However, he didn't want to leave.
"Senior Uncle, my senior brothers and sisters are all by your side, how can you not give me a gift?"
"You heartless little thing, are you obsessed with the gift?"
"Then why are you trying to fool me with the idea that Master is not dead?" Ling Yi snorted.
The nights in the mountains are cold, and this ordinary child feels it even more. Shan Hongxing didn't say anything about Fan Zifan's actions, but just asked Lan Yezhou to bring a small blanket so the child wouldn't get cold.
During those days amidst that mess, he looked up at the sky in roughly the same way. Everyone needs a transition period, and this hurdle will pass slowly. As long as the children Wen Jingge left behind don't get hurt again, everything will be fine.
Fan Zifan was also uncertain about the future as he and his disciples were stuck here.
During the day, when someone asked him if he was waiting for Wen Jinge, he didn't even dare to answer. It was all just a guess in his heart. He believed that Wen Jinge was not such a short-lived person.
A scourge like her has to keep living!
"Isn't it just that you don't want to refuse a gift?"
"Did your Uncle Shan give you a gift when you first met him?"
“They gave them to us.” Ling Yi took out a storage bag hidden in his sleeve. “This one was given to us by Fenglei Peak, and this storage bag was given to us by Wanzhang Peak.”
"What did your master give you?"
“A good luck charm,” he said. “My master told me to always carry it with me, saying it would protect me and keep me safe.”
"Severing thoughts?" Fan Zifan looked at the sword with a sigh of helplessness. "Such a good sword, given to a little kid who knows nothing, can you protect it? I really don't know what that person was thinking."
"Here, take it."
"A key?" Ling Yi looked at the key in his hand. It looked like a key no matter how you looked at it. "Senior sister, our senior uncle is bullying us. Give me a key."
“Uncle-Master.” Yang Wennan returned the key to Ling Yi. “Master said that he probably won’t become a sword cultivator. Staying on the mountain is his best destiny. This key is too precious. He can’t accept it.”
"Does your master have any plans for him?"
"have."
"When did this happen?" Qiao Yu asked.
He was often excluded from Wen Jingge's and his disciples' activities. Even when he was present, it was usually Grandmaster who made the real appearance. Their world was none of his concern.
"The day my junior brother thought it was noisy."
That day they were still wary of Wen Xueshan.
No one would doubt the timing of this event, because they were all sound asleep.
"It seems so. Senior Brother and Master spent time alone together." Wang Xi thought for a moment, as if she understood why Fan Zifan had come here acting crazy. "So, we're really waiting for Master right now?"
"I guess so!" Yang Wennan's eyes remained closed, but the feeling grew stronger: "I felt the wind."
"Isn't it normal for there to be a bit of wind in the mountains?" Fan Zifan snorted, then looked up at the sky as if he had just thought of something.
Then, it blinded his titanium alloy dog eyes.
"Isn't that your senior sister?"
Qiao Yu shook her head.
In the dark sky, Lu Feiyu was the only light. She was busy practicing her swordplay, picking flowers, and sparring with others.
"What's going on?"
Fan Zifan believed Yang Wennan's words without a doubt. He was convinced that Wen Jingge had indeed left behind a backup plan and had made clear arrangements for the whereabouts of his disciples.
But who can tell him that the five large, glittering characters in the sky that read "Xuanyun Sect Recruitment"—no, they weren't written, they were inlaid with luminous pearls?
"No, I don't know." Wang Xi was speechless.
Qiao Yu silently drew his sword. Because Lu Wei had once resided in him for a period of time, his sensitivity to demonic energy was now much stronger than that of ordinary people. He warily stared at the monster in the air.
"Master?" In the Xuanmen sect, only his master is truly neglecting his duties!
"I think so!" Yang Wennan also looked shocked.
The images on this photo stone are partly his own and partly Yuan Qingling's.
For some reason, their master was very interested in Lu Feiyu and asked them to keep an eye on her when they had free time. It didn't seem right to stare at the girl all day, so the two of them put a lot of memory stones on Lu Feiyu's usual route and collected them every now and then. They never expected that the stones would be used for this.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Because of past troubles caused by the demon race, Qinghe Mountain has raised its security level to the extreme in just two months.
Because the old demon was a demon who cultivated the path of ghosts, and the carriage contained many prohibitions of the Soul Clan, their guard was raised as the hearse approached the gate of Qinghe Mountain.
Wow! The breeze is even refreshing tonight!
Jinwu stretched and jumped off the carriage. As soon as he popped his head out, an arrow shot towards him. Fortunately, Wen Jingge grabbed him by the collar, so he was not injured.
"Who! I'm just blowing in the wind!"
A volley of arrows came hurtling towards them. The Golden Crow, terrified, transformed from its human form into its beast form and burrowed pitifully into Wen Jingge's sleeve: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll never steal your place again, anyway, you won't die."
"Who said I can't die?"
With a flick of her sleeve, Wen Jingge turned the arrows into ordinary arrows, and she dodged them. Poor old demon, even though he was trapped in the carriage, he was still hit by an arrow.
"Look, even the hearse can't stand what you've done!"
"Girl! If you continue to be so rude, I'll take this hearse and run off to the Demon Realm!"
“This is Fusang wood, extremely yang and strong. I guarantee you’ll be killed as an enemy before you even get there.” Before Wen Jingge could finish her sentence, she heard someone call her name.
"Stop! Stop! That's my master! He's Immortal Master Wen from the Ten Thousand Zhang Peak of the Xuan Yun Sect!"
Ling Yi broke free from Fan Zifan's embrace, running and shouting. The group of people were wary of this name, and although they dared not let their guard down, the arrows they shot were not as dense as those shot by Qian.
Liang Si seized the opportunity to roll off the car. He held Ling Yi in his arms and was relieved to see that he was not hurt. "You naughty boy! That was dangerous."
"But Master is back!" Ling Yi punched Liang Si on the shoulder. "Did you already know, Senior Brother?"
“Just a little earlier than you guys,” Liang Si smiled. “It was Grandmaster who died.”
“I see…” Ling Yi said hesitantly.
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