Her master's name was Xuan Qingzi...
Fang Yue remembered that he had a junior brother named Xuan Qing. Suppressing the answer that was about to slip out in his heart, he asked again to be more certain: "Who were the leaders of that glorious sect throughout the ages?"
"Let me think..." She wasn't very good at history, and she only went into the library when she was bored and wanted to find some unofficial history books to read. After thinking for a while, she said, "The first sect leader was Qiu Baizi, the second was... Chongzhen Daoren, the third was... I can't remember, I only remember that the seventh was my master, and the sixth sect leader has no name in the Xuanmen history books."
"Why...doesn't it have a name?"
"I don't know. My eldest brother once asked Master, and Master only said that it was his master, and he wouldn't say anything more."
Fang Yue knew why: because the name of the sixth sect leader was not worthy of being recorded in history.
From the names Feng Guang mentioned, he realized that the Xuanmen sect that Fang Yue existed in also existed. He suddenly realized that the Hanyuan Sword did not connect the two worlds, but rather sent its current sword master to its former sword master. Feng Guang... was a person from hundreds of years in the future.
"Fang Yue, what's wrong?"
Fang Yue tightened his grip on her, burying his head in her neck and taking a deep breath. After learning that she was from hundreds of years in the future, he suddenly felt fortunate.
Even if she leaves him, he can still find her after hundreds of years. It's like having a guarantee that she won't leave him.
"Fang Yue... Ugh!"
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her chin, planting a fierce kiss on her lips, giving her no chance to breathe.
Feng Guang was puzzled as to why he was suddenly so agitated, but after he pinned her to the bed, she had no time to ponder this question.
Another afternoon and evening were wasted in bed. In the middle of the night, the girl, lying on top of the man, sighed helplessly. Just imagine how much suffering his girlfriend must endure after a virgin in his twenties loses his virginity...
Feng Guang and Fang Yue lived in this wooden house for more than twenty days. On the night of the twenty-seventh, Fang Yue finally embarked on the road to Xuanmen. Why was he alone? It was because Feng Guang was asleep. Of course, it wasn't just a simple sleep. He always despised such despicable methods as using sleeping pills, but he had no choice but to keep Feng Guang out of danger.
Mingyin Temple is a tranquil place within the Xuanmen territory, used for enlightenment and understanding the Dao. When one feels lost during cultivation, one can come to Mingyin Temple to calm the mind and spirit. However, Daoist Yimu comes to Mingyin Temple every month, which shows that he is already deeply confused, to the point that he has developed inner demons.
The moonlight is cool tonight.
With Fang Yue's cultivation level, he could bypass all the patrolling disciples and reach his destination. There were two disciples guarding outside Mingyin Temple, but in the blink of an eye, he knocked them unconscious without putting them in any danger. He also considered the bond between fellow disciples.
Ichiki, who was meditating on the futon, opened his eyes. "You've finally come."
"Senior Brother..." The pretty woman gripped her sword tightly and called out softly, her expression conflicted.
Fang Yue glanced at her briefly before turning to Yi Mu and saying, "I've come today to ask... if you've repented?"
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