Life in the mountains is quiet and still.
In the blink of an eye, Linghu Lan had mastered most of the martial arts of the Lingshan Sect, and Qin Ying's eighteenth birthday finally arrived.
The day before his birthday, Lin Wanfeng had already prepared longevity noodles, osmanthus cake, sweet rice dumplings, and other dishes to celebrate with his disciples.
Linghu Lan received many birthday gifts from her senior brothers as soon as she woke up: there were candied hawthorns, sugar figurines, a moving rocking horse, beautiful and exquisite marbles, and even a senior brother gave her a handkerchief that Linghu Lan had carefully embroidered herself.
Linghu Lan held the exquisitely crafted handkerchief, a million questions swirling in her mind: Senior brother, with such skillful hands, have you ever considered the girl's feelings? Also, just between us, do you prefer girls or boys?
The atmosphere was filled with joy. Linghu Lan was overjoyed and celebrated her birthday with everyone in a lively manner. On this day, she felt like an empress, with her senior brothers showing her great care wherever she went.
Linghu Lan accepted it calmly.
Such joyful days may not come many more times in the future.
This birthday celebration ended in joy and contentment.
The next morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Many people are still fast asleep in bed.
Qin Changhe felt a small pebble hit the headboard of his bed, which startled him awake and woke Lin Wanfeng.
"What's wrong?"
There are people outside.
Lin Wanfeng's heart tightened, and the two of them hurriedly put on their clothes and leaped out of the door.
In the misty forest, a figure seemed to stand there. The person was dressed in black, with a veil covering their face. The sleeves of their robe were wide, deliberately concealing their figure so that their true appearance could not be seen.
This person suddenly appeared in the Lingshan Sect, and it was only after the other party stole persimmons that the person found out.
Qin Changhe felt a little ashamed: "Who are you?"
Without uttering a word, the man in black drew his long sword and thrust it at Qin Changhe.
Qin Changhe frowned. It seemed they had come seeking revenge. They were probably not from the Demonic Sect. If they were, they would have ambushed him while he was asleep.
But which group of people did I offend?
He had no time to think and quickly drew his sword to parry the opponent's sword move. He was shocked by the exchange, as the opponent was using the internal energy of his Lingshan Sect, which was their martial art.
"Who exactly are you? How do you know the sword techniques of my Lingshan Sect?"
The opponent remained silent, only wielding his sword even faster, leaving him no chance to speak. He had to concentrate fully to counter the opponent's sword moves.
He went through everyone he knew one by one, and couldn't think of anyone who could have such skill, not only fighting him to a draw but also seemingly gaining the upper hand.
At first, he suspected that it was his daughter, but later, he found that the other party's internal strength was no less than his own, so he stopped thinking about Linghu Lan.
When, with a "whoosh," the longsword in his hand was flicked away by the opponent and sent flying to Tianshan Mountain, and the opponent's sword was already at his throat, he had no time to think.
The other person released their sword. They reached up and removed their veil.
Qin Changhe's heart nearly stopped; he had a gut feeling that he would receive an astonishing answer.
When the other person finally removed their veil, Qin Changhe stared at the incredibly familiar face before him and held his breath.
Linghu Lan looked at Qin Changhe calmly and said softly, "Father, I want to go down the mountain!"
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