Sheng He drew out his sword and casually made a sword flower. The sharp blade made a continuous "chi chi" sound as it cut through the air. The sword was very light, but the feeling of using it was completely different from that of a tree branch.

Sheng He picked up the sword technique again and opened it. It was still the "Qingyun Sword Technique".

But what is different from the previous book is that the blank spaces on the pages of this sword manual are densely filled with key points and possible bottlenecks.

The ink on the pages was very new and the handwriting was sloppy, and it was obvious that it was written in a hurry in a short period of time.

A warm feeling surged through Sheng He's heart. It was very quiet outside the house and Tian Yu had already disappeared.

Although Tianyu is eccentric, narcissistic, and sometimes a bit lacking in attitude, Sheng He knows that he is a good master.

Sheng He picked up Ao Shuang and walked under the shade of the tree.

The first move of Qingyun Sword Technique!

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Two years passed in a flash.

On the Qingyun Sect's martial arts stage, a young girl held a long sword with a stern look on her face. Opposite her, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old held a sword and clasped his fists.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man stabbed the girl with the sword.

There was a flash of cold light, and the sharp sword was unsheathed.

"Ding!" With a sound, the tip of the sword touched the sword body, and before the boy could react, a huge force came from the hilt of the sword. The boy only felt a numbness in his palm, and before he could react, a violent attack came at him.

The young man quickly raised his sword to block, but the opponent controlled his speed very skillfully. The young man could only barely block the attack with all his strength and could not find any flaws in the opponent at all.

"Hey, how long do you think this can last?"

Mu Yao grabbed a handful of melon seeds and nudged the shoulder of the woman next to her while cracking them.

"If you ask me, one stick of incense, after all, they are both in the middle stage of Qi training, and they are both sword cultivators with the same level of cultivation. It is already very good that they can last one stick of incense in Xiaohe's hands."

Yun Qianshan spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, pointed at the young man on the martial arts stage and whispered, "I think this one is better looking than the last one."

"Bah, what kind of vision do you have? This guy has a long face, small eyes, and a skinny body."

As Mu Yao spoke, she suddenly turned her head and looked Yun Qianshan up and down, then put the melon seed shell in her hand into her arms, her face full of shock.

"No, Xiaoyun, you don't like this, do you?"

Yun Qianshan waved his hands, and two blushes appeared on his face for no apparent reason.

"No way, I don't like this, don't you know? I like Xuan Xiao Xian Zun."

Mu Yao thought of the cold face of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, then looked at Yun Qianshan. She imagined her lively and lovely junior sister nestling in the arms of the icy-faced man, and she couldn't help but shivering.

"Okay, okay, Xiao He is almost done, let's not talk about this anymore, do you want to go up and practice later?"

Yun Qianshan waved her hands quickly. She was a music cultivator, only suitable for long-range attacks. The martial arts arena was so small that if she met a sword cultivator who got close to her, she would be knocked down immediately.

"I have to save my energy to go to the market later!"

As the two were talking, Sheng He had finished the fight and came down from the stage.

Mu Yao immediately went forward and stuffed two Huiyuan pills into Sheng He's mouth.

"How does it feel?"

Sheng He put Ao Shuang back into the scabbard and said with a smile: "Not bad, you can start practicing the fourth move of Qingyun Sword Technique."

This is the method that Master Tianyu taught her. Only in actual combat can one know one's true strength and shortcomings.

There are rules on the martial arts stage. When disciples compete with each other, their cultivation level cannot exceed one major realm, they cannot use hidden weapons, and they cannot hurt others' lives.

In the past two years, Sheng He has come to the martial arts arena almost every day.

At the beginning, because she was unfamiliar with the sword moves and had weak strength, she was often beaten and covered in wounds.

Under the guidance of her master, she began to observe other people's ways of attacking, whether they were sword practitioners or magic practitioners. After watching so much, Sheng He seemed to have opened up her Ren and Du meridians, and her rigid sword moves became flexible.

Although Sheng He's cultivation level still remained at the middle stage of Qi training due to her spiritual roots, she had already practiced the Qingyun Sword Technique to the third move. Even if a disciple in the foundation-building stage stood in front of her, she did not think that she would lose.

Yun Qianshan also came close to Sheng He and shared some of the melon seeds in his hand with Sheng He.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. There is a big market at the foot of the mountain. I heard that Wanbao Auction House will also be there. Let's go down the mountain quickly, otherwise we won't be able to grab the good stuff if we are too late!"

Two pairs of sparkling eyes looked at Sheng He at the same time. Although Sheng He didn't understand why he looked like the oldest one even though he was the youngest, he still raised his hands happily.

"Let's go! Let's go down the mountain and have some fun!"

The market was not far away, it was in Cangshan City at the foot of Qingyun Sect. The three of them flew over on their swords and arrived at the gate of Cangshan City in less than a quarter of an hour.

There were people coming and going in front of Cangshan City. Perhaps it was because they heard the news that Wanbao Auction House would hold an auction in the city today, and most of the people queuing to enter the city were monks.

The three of them lined up to enter the city, and what came into view were the bustling streets. Both sides of the streets were crowded with all kinds of small vendors, some selling robes and instruments and various small gadgets, while others sold candied haws, crispy cakes and special stir-fried dishes.

There were constant sounds of hawking on the street, and it looked very lively.

As soon as Mu Yao entered the city, she stopped in front of a small shop that made fermented glutinous rice balls and sugar-coated steamed buns and refused to leave. Yun Qianshan was originally making fun of Mu Yao for only knowing how to eat, but the next moment he was staring at the dazzling array of jewelry and couldn't move.

The way these two were walking around, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to finish walking through the two streets in a day.

Sheng He held a rice dumpling with fermented rice in his left hand and a jade hairpin in his right hand. He looked at the two people who were completely immersed in their own world and sighed slightly.

"Senior Sister Mu, Senior Sister Yun, let's go shopping separately as usual. However, there will be an auction at Miaoxiang Tower at 5 p.m. today. Don't forget the time. I'll wait for you at Miaoxiang Tower later."

"Uh-huh!"

Mu Yao and Yun Qianshan didn't even raise their heads. Sheng He casually put the jade hairpin into the storage ring, and walked slowly towards the city post station with the rice dumplings made of fermented rice in his hand.

I have to say, these fermented glutinous rice dumplings are worthy of being selected by Senior Sister Mu. The soft and sticky glutinous rice dumplings have the fragrance of osmanthus and rice wine, and the taste is really good.

Sheng He drank a large bowl of wine in one breath, chewing the wine while putting the empty porcelain bowl behind his waist. He borrowed the bowl from the boss and had to return it when he left the city.

"Hey, Fairy Sheng, you're here again? Are you bringing something back this time as well?"

The waiter at the post station came over to greet Sheng He with a smile on his face as soon as he saw him.

Sheng He took out a packed bundle from his storage ring, and then took out a small piece of silver from his sleeve and handed them to the waiter.

"Yes, I'll send you to the place you left last time. Here's the travel expenses. Thank you very much, brother."

The waiter took the silver and put it in his mouth, then took the bundle with a smile.

"Fairy Sheng, you must be joking. I will make sure to send it to its destination safely!"

Sheng He nodded, turned and walked out of the inn.

It was now late autumn, and the weather was getting colder day by day. The clothes and money she had sent should be enough for her mother to live a good life, and there was also the longevity pill that Senior Sister Mu Yao had specially sent.