The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

"It's already open." The female disciples replied from the post station. They turned around subconsciously, but saw Senior Sister Mu Yunning leaning timidly against the door, not daring to come in.

"Senior Sister Mu Yun?!"

They shouted in surprise, "Senior Sister, are you done with your retreat?"

Mu Yunning nodded in a daze. She was a little at a loss now. It was not that she didn't dare to step into the post station, but she was worried that Jing Yan had forgotten his promise to write to her. Although it was okay if he didn't write a letter, but... she just wanted to.

She just wanted to see the words, words and stories written by Jingyan on the first day of the retreat.

"Senior sister, come in quickly."

The female disciple from the post station came to Mu Yunning with stars in her eyes - in the Qinglan Sword Sect, there was no disciple who did not admire Mu Yunning.

"Are you here to get your trust, Senior Sister?"

"Yeah." Mu Yunning nodded blankly.

"Then I'll find it for you, Senior Sister."

Then, the female disciple from the post station began to search in Xinshan Mountain.

Mu Yunning just watched, feeling extremely complicated.

two months.

Jingyan once promised to write her a letter a week. Now, excluding the ones that haven't arrived this week, there should be seven letters, right?

But...it's reasonable that there aren't that many. After all, I keep writing letters without knowing what to write...what about those four?

Qiu Shui is so far away from Qinglan Sword Sect, and writing and sending letters is so cumbersome. What if Jing Yan doesn't have time? He also needs to repair Jian Xin...

Two. Two is enough.

If it really doesn't work, just one letter will do - Mu Yunning wants very little and very simple things; she is not a greedy person.

It’s enough as long as Jingyan hasn’t forgotten her.

Even if you don't write a letter.

until--

The female disciple at the post station handed a stack of envelopes to Mu Yunning.

"Senior Sister, you have so many letters, fifty-eight in total, one a day... Strange, why are they all from Qiu Shui? Isn't he our competitor?"

The female disciple asked doubtfully.

Mu Yunning didn't answer her.

Instead, he stared blankly at the thick stack of envelopes.

A smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

Brighter than the snow falling outside the window.

This is why she likes Jingyan so much——

One hundred and thirty-three. I like him

"Senior sister, are you smiling?"

The Qinglan female disciple at the post station couldn't help but be slightly distracted after seeing the smile on Mu Yunning's lips.

Mu Yunning seldom smiles—at least that’s the case in the Qinglan Sword Sect and in the eyes of her fellow disciples.

She was always so aloof and gentle in her attitude towards everyone. Even when she smiled, it was always a polite smile - but just now, Mu Yunning's mouth corners were raised, her beautiful eyes were rippling with spring water, and narrowed into crescent moons.

The disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect had never seen Mu Yunning smile so happily.

After hearing this, Mu Yunning straightened her face and her eyes became hazy.

"no."

"Yes." The female disciple at the post station pouted and said, "Senior sister, are you in love with that brat from Qiu Shui?"

"Brat?" Mu Yunning blinked.

"Yes, yes, isn't this a well-known fact?" The female disciple's eyes flashed with gossip. "He's the guy you always challenged when you were a child, but was always slightly inferior to him. We Qinglan disciples have always been indignant and are counting on you to defeat him. Now that he has written so many letters to me, could it be that he has ill intentions towards you and is launching an offensive?"

She spread her hands and explained, "Senior sister, your gossip is no secret in the Qinglan Sword Sect."

There was a hint of panic in Mu Yunning's eyes. She had never cared about these things before, but now she felt a little nervous for some reason. She raised her eyebrows and said seriously.

"no......"

"Not what?"

"He's not chasing me." Mu Yunning lowered her head: "It's me who likes him."

"?!"

As if she had heard some shocking secret, the female disciple showed shock on her face, followed by curiosity.

"So, Senior Sister, what does he look like? Since he has always been your rival, I believe his cultivation talent is also very strong, right? Have you become a Taoist couple? Have you ever officially confessed your love?"

The series of questions made Mu Yunning feel a little dizzy.

She frowned and answered slowly - she would never do such a meaningless thing in the past, but for some reason, when she was asked to introduce Jing Yan to others, she felt that she had thousands of words to describe him, and wanted to tell you all the excellent sides of the boy.

It felt very strange, like a child showing off his new toy, or a kitten displaying his ball of yarn. In short, Mu Yunning did not hesitate to speak.

"He is very handsome, the most handsome man I have ever seen. He is also very talented. I have never defeated him. As for forming a Taoist couple with him..."

Mu Yunning paused.

It seemed like she had never formally told Jingyan about this matter.

Jing Yan had never mentioned this matter to himself.

Just like an unspoken secret between two people, it came naturally and no further words were needed.

So, can they be considered as a couple, or just good friends?

But at least, she took the initiative to say the three words "I love you". Can good friends say these three words? It shouldn't be allowed. Since they said it, it means that they are not good friends with no regrets. Mu Yunning couldn't figure it out.

So she simply stopped thinking about it.

She just smiled and said to the female disciple of the sect: "As for a Taoist partner...it doesn't matter whether it is a Taoist partner or not. I only know that I like him, I like him to the point of no further demands. As long as he responds to me with a hug, I will be satisfied."

For a while.

The female disciple was stunned.

She had never thought that her sect's proud and aloof Senior Sister Mu Yun would actually be such a love-brained person. Looking at Senior Sister Mu Yun's eyes that were full of spring water and her icy, moist lips, she felt that no one in this world should be able to reject her.

Which brat has won the favor of Senior Sister Mu Yun?

Such good luck!

......

.......

Jingyan sneezed.

At this moment, he is filling up his bamboo house.

The falling sword pierced through the ceiling, leaving a big hole. He sighed helplessly.

As for the follow-up of Qiu Shui's development, it is also very simple -

After seeing the main peak of Qiu Shui that was cut off in half, Tang Jiusheng obviously realized something and drove out all the gods in Qiu Shui without any courtesy.

However, when the Son of God Ling Ran left, his eyes were filled with panic.

The gods are already weak now, and the younger generation cannot match the fighting power of the Demon Cult in Nanposo Continent. Moreover, the two families have always had a blood feud, and now the war is burning in the east of Beijulu Continent.

But even though the war was raging, the fighting between the two sides was not actually fierce.

Because the gods have the God King Hongjun in charge.

As long as this old God King who has reached the pinnacle of cultivation remains in power, the Demon Cult will not dare to launch a real large-scale general offensive. The ability of a peak Mahayana cultivator to control the battlefield cannot be ignored.

And now, the God King Hongjun has fallen.

It fell completely.

Every god clan cultivator could clearly feel that the old god king, who was at the top of their bloodline, had truly lost his soul.

The attack of the demons is about to come like a tide, and a battle between gods and demons will once again burn across the continent, and this time, the offense and defense will be reversed.

Therefore, when facing Qiu Shui's expulsion, they appeared calm, trying to act as if nothing had happened, in order to shock the demons and make the war happen later and later.

At least give them, the gods, some time to prepare.

The fall of the divine dictator from the throne was an unacceptable disaster for the gods, but it was also an opportunity.

An opportunity to be reborn from the ashes - the old king falls and the new king ascends the throne.

Anyway, we have already reached the bottom, and no matter how far we go, we are heading upwards.

Jing Yan didn't care about the war situation in China because it was too far away for him.

He just wants to protect his own piece of land.

It’s nice to stay in Qiu Shui.

Yun Su was talking to Tang Jiu Sheng, bragging about how he killed the God King Hongjun with one sword. Tang Jiu Sheng blinked slightly after hearing this, and was a little worried that Yun Su would beat him away in the future, and he would not fly to the blue sky, but to the west.

Jingyan was repairing his own house while listening silently.

At the same time, I mourned for Tang Jiusheng in my heart.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar spiritual energy swirling around his fingertips, cool and refreshing, yet growing warmer.

That was the spiritual energy he placed in the letter.

Now, the spiritual energy has returned to his body, which means that the letter he sent has been delivered to its owner.

Mu Yunning has come out of seclusion.

Jingyan smiled, walked out of the leaky house, and looked at the distant silver moon. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the autumn water and fell into Jingyan's eyes.

The silver moon was far away, illuminating his heart.

One hundred and thirty-four. Mu Xue

Mu Yunning sat upright on the top of the mountain in Jiange.

It was snowing heavily, but she sat in the wind and snow without feeling the cold at all. The silver moon was shining brightly in the distance. She looked at the bright moon and pursed her lips.

He opened the envelope in his hand.

I read it carefully in the moonlight.

There are a lot of letters, but each one is not long. They have been written since the day we first separated. The shortest one only has a few lines, like a diary.

"Dear Ms. Mu Yunning..."

The initial letter was written rather neatly, but the words and sentences he used were somewhat clerical, and it was obvious that he had no idea what to write when he was writing it.

"Why do you have to sound so distant?"

Mu Yunning squinted her eyes and smiled, her eyes curved into crescents.

Jingyan talked about the journey back to Qiu Shui, his notorious reputation after returning to Qiu Shui, Qingzhu Peak, and his unreliable Master Yun Su.

At the beginning of the letter, he angrily denounced Yun Su's actions and called the food she cooked "dark cuisine that would make Tang Jiusheng shake his head when he saw it." Mu Yunning frowned and began to think about whether he should learn how to cook.

After all, having grown up in the Qinglan Sword Sect, she had no chance to learn cooking. She had to spend all her time learning swordsmanship and inheriting the Qinglan Sword Sect's legacy.

She seldom eats, and even after she reached the level of Bigu fasting, she no longer pays much attention to food. In the girl's shallow memories of childhood, there are only endless sword practice and bad guys who can never be defeated.

This bad guy refers to a two-character disciple from Qiu Shui Qing Zhu Peak who does not want to reveal his name.

The last time she had eaten hot food was in Zhongzhou, behind the snow-capped mountains, in a cave, when Jing Yan forced her to eat the flesh and blood of a spirit beast.

Jing Yan’s cooking skills were very good. Although the food was only added with some salt, in Mu Yunning’s heart, it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten - she had not experienced too many delicious foods.

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