Chapter 3 Picking up or not picking up?

Lin Yun did not hesitate, stretched out his hand to take out the sword, and his right hand was instantly frozen pale.

In the ice water, Lin Yun’s delicate face was reflected, and there was a purple diamond mark on the center of his brow.

Seeing this purple mark, Lin Yun looked strange.

A slave for a day, a seal for life!

Regardless of a lot, holding the sword, Lin Yun went out and quickly ran towards the sword washing room.

Naturally, the treasure sword was not his, but he maintained it for an inner disciple of Qingyunmen. Any sword needs to be maintained if it takes a long time.

Used to extend the service life, the best sword, especially so.

As a sword slave over the years, his ability to find an independent residence in the Azure Cloud Gate is inseparable from his mastery of swordsmanship.

It was too late. I should have sent it over an hour ago, but it was all delayed by me practicing boxing.

Lin Yun was a little upset in his heart. He was a small person, and in this high-level sect, he delayed the affairs of those big people, and the consequences would be disastrous.

More serious, and even life-threatening.

“Sister Su, he is here!”

Three people gathered in front of the sword washing room at the corner of the mountain. After seeing Lin Yun rushing over, one of the thin men quickly spoke.

Opposite him, stood a man and a woman, with extraordinary appearance and grace. In terms of temperament, it is in sharp contrast with the person who speaks.

In particular, the woman was wearing a blue shirt and long skirt, with a slim figure, with a dusty temperament and extraordinary beauty, which made people humble and dare not look directly.

When Lin Yun saw the woman through the crowd, she felt a good impression inexplicably.

Lin Yun, who integrated the memory of the original owner, is not surprising, the original owner has always been secretly in love with this Qingyun sect disciple named Su Ziyao.

“You sword slave, why are you here now? Senior Sister Su has been waiting for you for a quarter of an hour.” The thin man, seeing Lin Yun approaching, immediately cursed.

Su Ziyao was expressionless, and said faintly: “Sword, bring it.”

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief, the other party did not blame, and stepped forward and sent the sword in his arms.

Su Ziyao took out the handkerchief and wiped the sword from beginning to end. This action made Lin Yun frown slightly, and some good feelings from the original master disappeared.

Cang!

The sword was pulled out half an inch, and a cold wind swept out. Su Ziyao brushed it, and quickly returned the sword to its sheath. The quick action made people only see a cold light.

“Not bad.” After receiving the sword in satisfaction, Su Ziyao threw out a jade bottle and fell to Lin Yun’s feet.

What does this mean, when he is a beggar?

Lin Yun was slightly angry.

The handsome man next to him smiled and said, “Sister Su, it’s so kind, this sword slave is a moment late and will give him a reward. Don’t pick it up soon, thank you Senior Sister!”

Seeing Lin Yun didn’t move, the handsome man frowned slightly and said coldly.

If it were Lin Yun in the past, he would pick it up without the handsome man saying more.

But now…

In the end, picking it up or not picking it up?

Lin Yun hesitated, but Su Ziyao didn’t care, holding the sword, turned and left.

The handsome male disciple with extraordinary temperament glared at Lin Yun and hurriedly turned around and chased after him.

“Damn, that kid Lin Yun is lucky and has received a reward from Senior Sister Su again. In the jade bottle, it is estimated that there are at least three health pill, which is really cool!”