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Chapter 36 Master, She Is Peerless in the World ([-])
The moonlight is cold, pouring down through the clouds, like a waterfall going straight to the Milky Way.

The silver light shrouded the top of Changming Mountain, covering Changming Peak with a thin layer of veil, mysterious and tranquil.

As the night disperses the day, the candles in the Changming Hall are naturally lit without fire, illuminating every corner of the hall.

Shen Changming looked at the empty teacup in his hand and his brows tightened: two hours have passed, why hasn't the kid outside come in yet?Isn't two hours enough for a change of clothes?
Nan Tian stood blankly outside the hall, the figure of the child who had been standing for a long time was already precarious, but he still bit his lips tightly and refused to say a word, quietly staring at the closed hall.

Nan Tian didn't understand why the master left him outside, whether it was to test him or punish him for disobedience.

Nantian has suffered a lot from Shangougou to Qingyanzong all the way. He was almost caught by Yazi, broke his legs and threw them on the side of the road. Small punishments like standing outside are not worth mentioning at all.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is moving.

When the night wind blows, the branches sway, the moonlight sways, and the water sparkles.

crunch--

one sound.

The hall opens from the inside.

Standing at the door, Shen Changming looked at the straight kid with no expression on his face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said quietly, "Why, do you want me to invite you in?"

"No, I dare not, master is good." Nan Tian shook his head in a panic, and quickly walked towards Shen Changming with a stride of his calf.

The five-year-old child was a little younger than people of the same age. He staggered to Shen Changming's side and stopped moving. He looked up at Shen Changming and waited for orders.

Looking at the little child, Shen Changming's heart softened again. She took the child's hand and walked further into the hall. As Shen Changming walked away, the door of the hall automatically closed with a bang.

The situation is changing, and the clouds are turbulent.

The four seasons overlap, frost and snow alternate.

The years of cultivators in the mountains are like nothing, and the morning and evening vomits have turned a thousand times.

In a flash, looking back 500 years ago is like yesterday.

There is no change in Changming Mountain, except that there is a young man in white on the mountain.

The years of cultivation are really boring. It took Shen Changming only three years to come to this world and jumped from the stage of transformation to the late stage of Mahayana. If she didn't think that the little apprentice hadn't regained his luck, she would have left this world through the void.

The practice has reached a critical point, and Shen Changming drinks alcohol all day long to pass the time, and occasionally gives advice on his apprentice's practice.

There is a plum tree on the cliff outside Changming Hall, the tree is full of white plums that never fall, and the branches are extremely lush and prosperous.

Shen Changming likes to sit on the highest branch of the plum tree and look at the whole Qingyan Sect.

The sword energy pierced the air, and the spiritual energy trembled as the blade was swung out of the air. When the sword energy was about to cut through the distant mountains, it was completely dissolved by the barrier set by Shen Changming.

When the breeze blew, the robe flew up, the young man put away his long sword, and nothing happened on the top of Changming Mountain.

"Master?" Nan Tian raised his head and looked at the person on the top of the tree who was leaning on the branch drinking wine and shouted.

The man was dressed in a plain white dress, with a light blue gauze shining on the outside. He was wearing a flowing cloud bun, and there was no hairpin on his head. When the breeze blew, three thousand silver threads danced with the hem of the clothes, like nine days flying away by the wind. Immortal.

Hearing the little apprentice calling her, Shen Changming turned her head slightly and glanced at the young man on the ground through the cover of the branches. She didn't speak but took another sip from the jug in her hand.

"Master, this disciple has finished practicing the sword today, is there anything else you want to tell me?" Nan Tian's scalp was numb from Shen Changming's gaze, he bowed his hands slightly and forced himself to speak.

"Not yet." After dropping two words coldly, Shen Changming turned his gaze away and continued to look at the mountains in the distance.

Nan Tian heaved a sigh of relief when he looked away from his body. He put down his hands and straightened his body, flying a little bit towards the treetop where Shen Changming was.

Settling down beside the woman, Nan Tian skillfully lifted up his clothes and sat beside her. He followed Shen Changming's line of sight and looked into the distance, asking as always: "What is Master looking at?"

"The world." Shen Changming's answer was as simple as ever.

"Master, do you want to test the progress of the disciple today?"

"No need." Shen Changming glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye, no matter how much he tried, it would be the same, it was too early for the little guy to beat her.

"Okay." A trace of disappointment flashed across Nan Tian's eyes for not being able to compete with the master, but soon he stared at Shen Changming again.

It has been more than 500 years, and he can describe Master's face with his eyes closed, but he still feels that he can't get enough of it.

(End of this chapter)