In her dream, Leng Yan saw her father, the emperor, her mother, her brothers and sisters. She couldn't hear what they were saying, she could only see their lips moving.
Leng Yan looked carefully and barely understood what they were saying. It seemed like "Lord God, it's time to wake up." Leng Yan seemed to have spoken back, but she didn't know what they said specifically.
Then their faces gradually faded in her mind, making her unable to remember what they looked like. Then Leng Yan woke up with a start. She wanted to recall her dream but found that her mind was blank and she could not remember anything.
At this time, Wen Shi asked, "Yan'er, what's wrong?" As he was about to put down the document in his hand and come over, Leng Yan frowned slightly and said, "Nothing."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out. Seeing this, Wen Shi asked, "Where are you going, Yan'er?"
Leng Yan answered truthfully, "I'm going back to get some things and to tell Zhirong some things." After she finished speaking, her figure disappeared in the hall. After Leng Yan left, Wen Shi threw away the document in his hand and looked at the painting on the table.
The painting was drawn by Wen Shi when Leng Yan was asleep. The painting depicted Leng Yan's appearance when she was asleep. When Leng Yan was about to wake up, he picked up the document and looked at it. As he expected, Leng Yan did not suspect anything.
Leng Yan returned to her own courtyard and told Zhi Rong some things before leaving the courtyard. It was already night, and the soft moonlight gave her a layer of silver glow all over.
After walking a few steps, she saw a person standing in front of her. When she looked closely, the person was Qingyu. Leng Yan frowned and was about to walk around him and leave, but was stopped by Qingyu.
Leng Yan stopped and asked calmly, "What's the matter?" Qing Yu looked at her and said with a smile, "Nothing, I just missed you after not seeing you for a while, so I came to see you."
Leng Yan looked at him coldly and turned to leave, but stopped as if she remembered something. At this time, Qingyu also came in front of Leng Yan.
Qingyu was about to say something when he saw a flash of sword in front of him the next second, followed by a sharp pain in his shoulder, and along with the pain, a biting chill flowed into his body.
Qingyu's face turned pale as she looked at Leng Yan, whose eyes were cold, and asked, "Yan'er, what is the meaning of this action?" Leng Yan slowly drew out her sword, wiped the blood off it with the Qingchen Jue, and sheathed it. Her tone was calm, but with an irresistible pressure, she said, "Qingyu, don't overreach. My Lanque's affairs are not for you to interfere in."
Qingyu said meaningfully, "So it's about this." Leng Yan raised her eyes, glanced at him, and said, "If you dare to interfere again, I won't mind killing you all."
Qingyu knew that Leng Yan could really do this. After all, it was not too difficult for her to do this with her strength, and he also believed that she could do it.
Before Leng Yan left, she said in a cold tone: "Don't let Han Qing and the others know about what happened today. If they know, you will bear the consequences yourself." As if to confirm her words, the wound on Qingyu's shoulder suddenly felt extremely painful when she finished speaking.
Qingyu didn't care about this. She smiled and said to Leng Yan's departing figure: "Yan'er, if you have time, you can come and sit with me."
After Leng Yan's figure completely disappeared, the smile on Qingyu's face faded. Then he glanced at the courtyard behind him and saw Leng Yan's figure disappear on the spot.
When he appeared again, he appeared on the mountain where Han Qing lived. Han Qing was thinking about something in the yard. When he heard the noise, he looked up and saw Qingyu.
He frowned and asked Qingyu, "What do you want from me?" Then his eyes fell on Qingyu's bloodstained shoulder and said, "Are you injured? Was it Yan'er who did it?"
Qingyu nodded. Looking at the wound that was bleeding and smelling of ice, Han Qing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want me to apply medicine for you?" Seeing that the wound could not heal on its own, it could only be bandaged and allowed to heal slowly.
Qingyu did not refuse. At this time, the injured shoulder and arm had no feeling, and it was difficult for him to apply medicine on the wound on his shoulder, so he had to ask Han Qing to help him.
As for why he didn't go to Gong Cang but came to Han Qing, the answer was that Gong Cang was too mean and there was no need to go and ridicule him.
Although Han Qing offered to bandage Qingyu's wound, his actions were not gentle. He used his spiritual power to expel the coldness from Qingyu's wound, and then simply poured medicinal powder on it and bandaged it. It was quite rough.
After finishing, Han Qing sat back down and looked at Qingyu and said, "Tell me, why did Yan'er attack you so cruelly?" Qingyu smiled helplessly and said, "It's nothing more than knowing some of Yan'er's little secrets, and making her unhappy, so that's it."
There was suspicion in Han Qing's eyes, but in the end he said nothing. After all, judging from Qingyu's expression, she might not tell him even if he asked.
Leng Yan returned to Qingfeng Hall and saw Wen Shi looking at her with a smile. She pretended not to see him and sat back in her seat. Finally, Wen Shi broke the silence and said, "Yan'er is going to see Qingyu."
Leng Yan didn't answer, not even a glance. Wen Shi didn't get angry either, but walked to the table and reached out to touch the lamp, but before he could touch Leng Yan, the Hanyue Sword was across his neck.
Wen Shi lowered his eyes and looked at Leng Yan, who was sitting but had an aura that was not weak at all. Leng Yan just stared at him coldly, without saying a word but without moving his sword away at all.
Wen Shi retracted his gaze, then continued to reach out to the soul lamp. The next second, Leng Yan whispered: "Looking for death." The Hanyue Sword in her hand stabbed towards Wen Shi's chest without mercy.
Wen Shi raised his palm to block the attack. Leng Yan stood up and swung his sword towards Wen Shi. Wen Shi also summoned his own natal sword and fought with Leng Yan. The two fought towards the back mountain.
The disciples of Qingyuan Sect were in a miserable situation. They were meditating when they suddenly heard a loud bang, followed shortly by a second, and a third...
The disciples stared at the back of the mountain with resentment, some gritting their teeth and asking, "Who's fighting again?" The disciple next to them replied numbly, "The senior sister and the master."
Over the past few years, they have gone from being afraid of the elders taking their anger out on them when there were loud noises coming from the sect's back mountain, to being curious, and finally to being numb. Only they know the sadness in it.
The disciple said "oh" lightly, then stared at the back mountain for a while and went back to the house. He estimated that there would be no peace tonight.
At this time, the sword energy in the back mountain kept colliding and making a loud noise. The sword moves in the hands of the two men were so fast that only afterimages could be seen. In order to prevent others from interfering with their fight, Wen Shi set up a ban in the back mountain to prevent others from coming in.
Suddenly, a sword energy attacked. When Leng Yan's sword brushed past Wen Shi's cheek, Wen Shi had a frivolous smile on the corner of his lips. He leaned back slightly and tilted his head to one side. He deliberately did so, even though he could have avoided the attack. The sword brushed past his cheek, leaving a small blood mark, but the scar healed quickly. Wen Shi stretched out his hand and a drop of blood stained his fingertips. Then he moved so fast that Leng Yan didn't even notice.
The next second, Leng Yan saw Wen Shi appear in front of her...
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