Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up trash

Chapter 11 Master Sister Really Wants to Teach Me Swordsmanship

Early the next morning, Yan Yun's door was kicked open.

"Yan Yun!"

"Are you still awake? What time is it?"

Yan Yun opened his eyes in bewilderment, lifted the quilt in panic, and reflexively said, "Mom, breakfast is on the table, you can eat it yourself."

She just finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment, and the person who came seemed to be also stunned for a moment, "What?"

It turned out to be Song Qingyue. Facing the wind and snow, she wore a red dress in stark contrast with the snow-white, making her face look like a bright moon, warm and bright.

Yan Yun laughed, laughing at himself.

"Senior sister, why don't you come to my humble house when you have time?"

Seeing that Song Qingyue was alone, Yan Yun was a little nervous. She rubbed her eyes and patted her face to wake herself up.

"My lady wants to teach you the Ten Thousand Flowers Swordsmanship, so don't get out of bed!"

Song Qingyue looked arrogant and urged her.

If her brother hadn't asked her to come, she wouldn't have come to this cold place.

Thinking of Yan Yun's nonsense yesterday, Song Qingyue made up his mind to torment her well.

Hearing that Song Qingyue really wanted to teach her, Yan Yun wailed in his heart, his life is not long!

She simply washed her face, picked up the sword and followed Song Qingyue's ass, they were going to the sword field.

The sword field is right next to Lun Xuetang, and it is located in the center of Changle Sect. I don't know how eye-catching it is along the way.

The golden sunlight sprinkled on the earth, adding warmth to the mottled stone road.

At the beginning Song Qingyue was known as a little witch, but she was born with a good looks and a high talent, a rare aptitude of the fire element sky spirit root, no matter how angry everyone was, they would only think of her as a little girl.

Six years ago, she accidentally fell into the devil world when she went out to practice.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is almost no possibility of survival for those who fall into the demon world, so no one knows how she came back. Not only did she come back, but she even cultivated a golden elixir, a golden elixir that is less than 40 years old. !

It took a genius like Wen Qingyu more than 30 years to reach Jindan after breaking through Qi training, which is really surprising.

There were also elders in the sect who vaguely mentioned to investigate Song Qingyue's soul, but Yu Feng mercilessly rejected it.

Song Qingyue looked back and seemed very satisfied with Yan Yun's appearance, "If you are obedient, I will allow you to undo the curse on your face. After all, you are no better than me with a single finger."

Yan Yun said nothing, her eyes darkened. Sooner or later, she will pay for the unfair things imposed on her.

"Thank you, Sister."

Her voice was soft and low, she smiled flatteringly, and she still had that subdued face.

Song Qingyue smiled triumphantly, the laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, which attracted countless people to stop and look at her.

One is as beautiful as a celestial being, one is as ugly as a yaksha, one is a stand-in and the original owner, many people who have no class today have come here just to see this ridiculous scene.

The two came to the sword field all the way, followed by a large group of disciples who came to see the excitement, and immediately blocked the door.

Song Qingyue did it on purpose, she just didn't like Yan Yun who was taking her position, her existence reminded her all the time that Yu Feng actually used Yan Yun as his substitute.

Jiang Qinghe was also practicing swords in the sword field, and suddenly heard a commotion at the door.

Sweat slightly soaked the shattered hair on his forehead. He was dressed in a practice uniform today, and he was heroic, and he lost a little of his childishness.
He looked back, only to see Yan Yun and Senior Sister.

Jiang Qinghe put away the sword, feeling a little anxious, "Yan Yun!"

Before he arrived, he called Yan Yun and told her that he was here.

"Junior Brother, why do you only greet her?"

Song Qingyue frowned slightly, beauty frowns are always extra cute, and everyone looked at Jiang Qinghe with condemnation.

"Yan Yun, you haven't been to the sword field for a long time. I also learned the Wanhua sword technique recently, which is more than enough to teach you!"

Jiang Qinghe is just a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old. He was beaten in Jiuxiao Temple yesterday. Naturally, he felt a little bit of resentment towards several people. Coupled with his straight temper, he directly ignored Song Qingyue.

Seeing Jiang Qinghe deliberately ignoring himself, Song Qingyue sneered, "Junior brother should take care of himself, Yan Yun is talented and stupid, and you are not much better."

As soon as she said this, the audience was in an uproar.

Although Jiang Qinghe's talent is not as good as Wen Qingyu's, he is one of the best in the sect. He broke through the foundation building at a young age, and even Yu Feng rarely praised him.

But the opponent is Song Qingyue, who has been Jindan for less than 40 years, and he does have a little capital, but in the eyes of others, it is too rampant. If Jiang Qinghe is all talented and stupid, then they are even more rubbish up?

For a while, everyone didn't know whose jokes they were looking at.

"you!"

Jiang Qinghe was very angry with her, but she was a senior sister, and the master spoiled her, so he didn't dare to say anything. He looked at her angrily, and wanted to pull Yan Yun away.

"Yan Yun, this lady is teaching you today, where are you going?"

Song Qingyue smiled triumphantly, and waved at Yanyun like a small animal. She didn't care what those people thought of her, anyway, she never lacked people who admired her and were willing to support her.

"She followed me and didn't need to learn from you."

Jiang Qinghe grabbed Yan Yun's arm angrily, "And she doesn't want to learn from you."

"Oh? Really, Yan Yun, tell me."

Song Qingyue raised his hand, looking at his rouge-colored nails as if admiring, his eyes were full of deep meaning, only looking at Yan Yun, the crimson spiritual power surrounded her fingertips, as if as long as Yan Yun said "no", She'll do it right away.

Jiang Qinghe was also taken aback by her arrogant action, but Yan Yun turned his eyes away, and then pushed his hand away, "Brother, you can do your work first, I will follow Eldest Sister."

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Yan Yun doesn't want to confront Song Qingyue directly yet, she doesn't have the capital yet.

Song Qingyue laughed, and it was extraordinarily moving under the sunlight, but who would have guessed how dark the core was underneath.

Jiang Qinghe was still unwilling to let go, so Yanyun had no choice but to give him a reassuring look. Song Qingyue would make things difficult for her, but it would not be enough to kill her.

As Yu Feng's beloved apprentice, Song Qingyue naturally had her own sword practice room, but she wanted everyone to see Yan Yun make a fool of herself, so she taught her directly outside.

"Swordsmanship is about comprehension, seven points of talent and three points of diligence, you are so stupid, then start from the basic skills."

Song Qingyue looked decent when he lifted the sword, and for no reason, he looked a little fierce.

After most of the day, Song Qingyue reluctantly nodded. The original owner's basic skills were practiced very solidly, almost formed a muscle memory, and there was really nothing wrong with it.

"Elder brother taught you before. Elder brother is kind-hearted. This lady is not. From today on, I will swing my sword [-] times a day."

"Senior sister, I swing my sword [-] times a day."

Yan Yun kindly reminded that although she hadn't wielded a sword in the past few days, the original owner had extremely strict requirements on herself, even to the point of abnormality.

(End of this chapter)