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

Chapter 42 Why Don't You See Me

Yan Yun has long thought about developing in the sect, but he has no chance. Now it's all right, the opportunity is in front of him!
The thought of making money made her eyes light up.

No one can refuse to make money!
Doesn't she have to write a signboard first?
Thinking of this, she even forgot about collecting debts, so she hurried to Linshuiju.

The wind passed by her side, blowing away the depression caused by the halved points just now, and her steps became much lighter.

A thin layer of clouds covered the moon at some point, and the road in front of her became dark. When she looked from a distance, there was a person standing in front of her.

When passing by that person, I only heard him say, "Yan Yun."

She stopped and looked back.

The man's long and narrow phoenix eyes were raised slightly, and the depths of the eyes were completely careless.

It's Chen Changyu.

"Are you alright?"

Could it be that she came to avenge her that day... She looked up, and the moon was completely covered.

Really, the night is dark and the wind is high, and it is a good time to kill. She silently touched the cold sweat that did not exist on her forehead, and took a step back vigilantly.

"It's okay, I'll go."

He didn't speak or move, she said tentatively.

"There is something, you stop."

Chen Changyu grabbed the back collar of Yan Yun who had just taken a step, then frowned, and let go of his hand in disgust, "What does it smell like on you?"

……

"What's your business."

Yan Yun staggered a step before standing still, and turned around to look at him.

The little girl's face was blurred in the dark night, but her eyes were shining brightly, like stars.

"Why do you look down on me? I want a family background, a talent and a talent, and my looks are acceptable."

"If you get engaged to me, do you know how many benefits you can get? Look at you now..."

Chen Changyu really can't figure it out, he is not narcissistic, although he does have the capital of narcissism.

But he didn't understand why she could give up so much in this world of cultivating immortals who could fight to the death for resources.

"I think I'm fine now."

Yan Yun didn't expect that he was actually talking about these things. Her tone was calm and she interrupted him without hesitation.

"But you're right, I don't know what to do, bye."

She didn't want to waste her time explaining anything, as it was very difficult in her current situation.

If you are engaged to him, whether you can live to the next day is a question.

He is mentally ill, but she is not.

Yan Yun's attitude made him uncomfortable, she said that she didn't know what's good, but her eyes were very cold.

But he, who is arrogant by nature, will never chase her and insist on a result.

He just can't figure it out.

Back in Linshui Juzhong, Yan Yun picked up a pen and wrote on the signboard.

After finishing writing, she silently admired it for three seconds, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away without hesitation.

It's not bad but it's pretty...

After a night of practice, it was dawn when I opened my eyes.

There were chirping birds outside the window, and it was still a little cool in the morning. At this time, the sky was not bright yet, and Yan Yun had already gone to the bamboo forest behind with his sword.

Stepping on the breeze, I heard the rustling of bamboo leaves in my ears, which made people feel very calm after hearing it.

She stepped on the bamboo leaves all over the ground, making a rustling sound.

The battle with Lingcaotu yesterday made her deeply realize how weak she is, but fortunately, it wasn't the hand holding the sword that was injured, she could still practice.

Spring can't wait to jump out of the cloth bag, get into the yellow bamboo leaves all over the ground and roll around, so happy.

After completing the basic skills as usual, she began to swing the sword.

After swinging the sword, she sat on the ground to take a rest. Yesterday's wound was healed very quickly, and Ning Wanwan's medicine was quite effective.

After a while, she stood up, closed her eyes, and listened to the wind.

Without the aid of the eyes, the hearing becomes extraordinarily keen.

The wind blows and the bamboo leaves fall.

At the moment when the bamboo leaves fell, she opened her eyes, her eyes became sharp in an instant, and she swept the sword towards the falling bamboo leaves in front of her.

The sound of the sword whizzed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

But not surprisingly, she split the air.

It doesn't matter, come again a million times.

She needs to practice speed and precision. Only in this way, she can become stronger step by step, so that she can better be herself and get rid of all these things.

At first she couldn't even touch the edges of the bamboo leaves, but gradually, she could barely touch the corners of the bamboo leaves.

Although the progress is not much, she is already very happy.

It wasn't until the sun rose that she was sweating so hot that she realized that it was already noon.

The hand holding the sword was also very sore, she retracted the Daybreak Sword and loosened her muscles and bones.

"Spring, we're back."

As soon as Yan Yun picked up Chunchun, who was sleeping again, she couldn't help but sigh, "It's good not to worry."

It heard her talking, and kept looking at her with wet eyes. Although it had been abandoned once, the puppy didn't remember anything, so of course it didn't worry.

In the afternoon, she continued to practice the spring rain technique she learned last time. In the evening, she went to the garbage dump to practice the control of spiritual power, and came back to practice at about midnight.

With this momentum, no one can say a word is in the middle.

But she can't help it, every step she takes is above the tip of the knife, she doesn't become stronger, she doesn't work hard, for fear that she will be killed by these people one day.

People who have died once always cherish their lives.

If possible, she would also like to lie comfortably on the bed.

There is still one week before the trade fair that Senior Sister Zhou Dongling mentioned. After the trade fair is over, there will be a three-day registration period for the Martial Arts Association.

Yesterday, I received a letter from Lu Li, with the account book attached, saying that since she left, several people have come to him one after another, but he doesn't know how to count, and each time it takes more than half an hour to count.

Not to mention that the seller is in a hurry, he is also in a hurry!
The lines are full of accusations against her, and she is strongly urged to go down the mountain to help her.

Seeing what he said, Yan Yun, who was sitting in front of the window, couldn't help laughing. He mentioned that there were too few people in Liyuan Town, and it was estimated that there would be few people after this wave of collection. He asked her if she would like to go to the city then.

in town?
The original owner hadn't been to the city yet, and Yan Yun was also interested when he said that, but there are too many things to be busy recently, and she is not free yet.

She took out the sound transmission talisman and wrote back to him. In the letter, she comforted him and sent another set of words of encouragement before sending it out.

Ning Wanwan pushed open the door, and the girl's gentle side face greeted her eyes, and the sunlight fell slightly on her eyelashes.

They all said that she looked like Eldest Sister Song Qingyue, but Ning Wanwan didn't think that Eldest Sister was delicate and smart, with a radiant face.

Look at Yan Yun again.

She answered the letter with her head down, and she felt a very special feeling in her body, like a grass sprout sprouting in spring, with a strong vitality.

After that day, Ning Wanwan picked up the sword she had thrown in the corner again. She wondered if she was influenced by Yan Yun, the scroll king. Every day, Ning Wanwan got up before Yan Yun got up.

"Yan Yun, do you think I can participate in the Martial Arts Association?"

Ning Wanwan couldn't change her habit of lowering her eyes when they looked at each other for a while, so she asked in a low voice.

She only has the fourth level of qi training now, and she didn't have the courage to participate in it a few years ago. She wants to try it this year, but she is still a little scared.

"It's ok. Look at me, who has been ranked last for so many years, and I still go. What are you afraid of?"

Without hesitation, Yan Yun didn't feel ashamed at all, it was a kind of courage to go.

She had just copied a bill and checked it carefully to make sure it was correct.

"I didn't mean to bring up your sadness, sorry."

Ning Wanwan reflexively wanted to apologize, and waved her hands anxiously to show that she didn't mean it.

The person opposite touched his head, "You don't need to apologize, do you think I mean to be sad?"

The original owner, like her, is a person who is very resistant to blows.

When she said this, Ning Wanwan raised her eyes, and seeing her calm face, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then shall I go?"

"Go and try it, and you can get a bottle of Huichun Pill when you go, why not do it."

Yan Yun stood up and patted her on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, then opened the door and walked out.

Ning Wanwan felt her touch, she liked this kind of intimacy, which she had never felt before.

Although Yan Yun was just being polite, it was a great encouragement to her.

She turned around and her eyes fell on Yan Yun's back.

Yan Yun walked out of Linshuiju and headed towards the Library Pavilion. She wanted to see if there was any suitable swordsmanship to learn, and to see how many points were needed to redeem it.

So can spells.

Although she is not a mage, she still has to learn something, in case she can save her life at a critical moment...

(End of this chapter)