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

Although the sect leader had said that cultivators should stay away from the kitchen, since Jing Yan liked it, Mu Yunning felt that what the sect leader said was not important.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Yunning continued to read the letter.

Jingyan mentioned Li Lingshang in the letter.

Li Lingshang?

Mu Yunning frowned, and a sense of crisis surged over her - this name sounded like a girl's name.

As she watched, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Li Lingshang was just a little girl who was clamoring to take Jingyan as her teacher.

Mu Yunning thought there was nothing wrong with this.

Because Jingyan is very outstanding, if he wants to become a disciple, he must become a disciple of the best master. This is a reasonable thing to do.

Mu Yunning felt that if she were a teenager younger, she might also choose to become Jingyan's disciple.

But then he thought, no, if he became Jingyan's disciple, he would be his master. Thinking about his master seemed to be an unethical behavior...Mu Yunning shook his head and gave up his wild idea.

She thinks the way it is now is pretty good.

She continued to read.

Jingyan talked about the sword pool again, the broken sword, and the "sword spirit" hidden in the sword, the sword spirit named Ling'er.

Mu Yunning read slowly, as if following Jingyan's perspective and witnessing his story together.

She accompanied Jing Yan in looking at the silver moon and feeling the cycle of time.

As if she was reading a novel, Mu Yunning's heart was tightened. As the plot slowly unfolded, she was also very curious about who "Ling'er" was. However, when she thought that she could repair Jingyan's swordsmanship, Mu Yunning felt that she could not be that bad.

Jingyan would record down every day and every story that happened when he was with Ling'er.

Having written this, Jing Yan seemed to have become more familiar. The original stiff "Dear Ms. Mu Yunning" had disappeared, and was replaced by the word "Ning'er". It was not known whether he used this address intentionally or accidentally.

All in all, this title is just right. Mu Yunning smiled and she was very satisfied.

But suddenly, the next letter turned into a package, and it was very thick.

Mu Yunning slowly opened the package.

This letter is very long and thick.

That was the letter Jingyan wrote on the night when Qiu Shui was in the sky filled with sky lanterns. He did not use any elaborate and beautiful descriptions. He was just writing from his heart, simply introducing Qiu Shui.

He introduced Qiu Shui's mountains, which were magnificent and continuous. Unlike the towering snow-capped mountains of Qinglan Sword Sect, Qiu Shui's mountains were spring-like all year round and not that cold.

He introduced the people of Qiu Shui. Although everyone was in a life-and-death situation and standing on the mountain top, when the reputation of the sect was damaged, they would still stand together in unity. The Kings of Scrolls also had some affection for the sect, not much, but definitely not a few.

He introduced the night of Qiu Shui, when the sky was full of twinkling stars, lighting up the sky. Jing Yan sat on the top of the mountain, gazing at the bright moon and stars, missing someone.

He introduced Qiu Shui's Kongming lanterns and explained Qiu Shui's customs. At this time of year, Qiu Shui would always release Kongming lanterns. The orange light all over the mountains illuminated the night, with good wishes for the future.

Mu Yunning just looked at Jingyan's letter, reading it sentence by sentence. It seemed that from her perspective, she could also see the orange-red glow all over the mountains and fields. Those were the rising sky lanterns.

She read the letter slowly and saw the four words at the end.

Mu Yunning's beautiful eyes were shocked and she raised her head in surprise.

"Now, look up."

In the letter, Jing Yan wrote this.

This letter is infused with his spiritual energy. When someone opens the letter, the spiritual energy in it will float out and be sensed by others.

This was the gift he gave to Mu Yunning.

Please, Shanhai Chamber of Commerce, I spent a lot of money to hire the business——

"At the foot of the Qinglan Sword Sect's mountain, thousands of Kongming lanterns were released."

Mu Yunning rubbed her eyes.

From her perspective, she really saw the floating and rising Kongming lanterns, one after another.

They were lit in the village at the foot of the mountain where Qinglan Sword Sect lived, rose up, and then slowly floated away. Countless sky lanterns bloomed with faint lights in the dark night sky. The faint lights connected together to form an orange-red ocean, as if lighting up the entire night sky at this moment.

They floated up, rising in the night sky...

Mu Yunning's eyes reflected the beautiful orange-red scenery. She bit her lips lightly, her eyes shining brightly.

She just sat on the top of the Qinglan Sword Sect's mountain, looking at the scenery that Jing Yan saw when he was sitting on the top of Qiu Shui's mountain.

The snow kept falling.

On that day, it fell on Jingyan's shoulders and on his head.

Now, it fell into Mu Yunning's hair and into her hands.

That time and that moment.

At this moment.

Two places longing for each other and bathing in the snow.

We will grow old together in this life.

135. Make a Wish

At the foot of Qinglan Sword Sect Mountain.

The man wearing the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce uniform was looking into the sky.

There, there are countless sky lanterns rising.

"Branch Manager, why are we doing this kind of thing?"

Behind him, there were hundreds of members of the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce, wearing the same uniform. They were lighting the prepared Kongming lanterns in an orderly manner and releasing them into the sky one by one.

The person asking the question was a key member of the branch. At this moment, he was complaining to the branch manager:

"This time-wasting behavior can't bring enough profit. Besides, we don't have this kind of business of lighting Kongming lanterns on behalf of others."

"asshole!"

The branch manager angrily pretended to hit him: "Providing satisfactory service to customers is the original intention of our Shanhai Guild. How can we ignore the needs of customers for the sake of profit?"

"The branch manager taught me that." The employee who asked the question waved his hands awkwardly.

"Got it? Keep lighting the Kongming lanterns. Our mission today is to light 30,000 lanterns... On average, each person has to light at least 300 lanterns. Don't let me catch you slacking off. I'll treat you to drinks tonight after you're done!"

"Roger that!"

The employees below perked up and continued to light the lanterns diligently.

in fact.

This kind of behavior actually exists in the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce.

They will complete some private customized activities for some buyers - the policy of Shanhai Chamber of Commerce has always been service first and customer first, which is one of the main reasons why it can become increasingly powerful and spread all over the world.

But hiring hundreds of people to fly Kongming lanterns is really too much.

And they were waiting in advance for the release signal.

According to the regulations, they can indeed do so, but those who can have this privilege are generally senior members of the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce, the kind of cultivators who spend tens of millions of spirit stones in the Chamber of Commerce every year. A two-character cultivator named Qiu Shui who does not want to reveal his name obviously does not have this authority.

But Li Lingshang does.

When Li Lingshang learned that Jing Yan was going to give Qinglan Sword Sect a grand celebration, he was silent for a moment.

She knew that Mu Yunning, whom her senior and junior sisters mentioned, was in Qinglan Sword Sect, and she also understood what her master meant by sending a grand Kongming lantern show to Qinglan Sword Sect.

But she agreed.

This was not her admitting defeat, nor was she giving up anything. Li Lingshang was not the type to give up easily. She was very stubborn and thought that it was just a grand ceremony. It was nothing. It had to be held in a grand and solemn manner.

We cannot let the Master lose face in front of others.

Even if it's another woman!

......

Mu Yunning sat on the top of the mountain, gazing at the sky lanterns slowly rising in the sky.

Some disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect were awakened by the image, walked out of the door, and stared blankly at the beautiful scenery that they had never seen in their entire life.

The orange-red firelight cast a touch of warmth on Mu Yunning's cold and fair cheeks, making them look red, which made her look even more cute under her cold coat.

She continued to look at the letter in her hand in the light.

"This is Qiu Shui's custom. Every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, every Qiu Shui disciple will release his or her own Kongming lantern. Legend has it that if you make a wish to a Kongming lantern, your wish will come true."

"Although it's a bit superstitious, it's free anyway, so give it a try. You can also make a wish then. Forget about anything too corny, or the kind that wants me to come to you immediately. You can look to the future and make a profound wish... It's up to you to make whatever you want, why am I saying so much?"

Jingyan spoke intermittently on the letter. One could tell from reading the letter that he felt a little embarrassed and at a loss for words at this moment.

Mu Yunning smiled, and the somewhat arrogant expression of Jing Yan emerged in her mind, which she found somewhat cute.

"By the way, the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce charges a really high fee. It took up all my half-year offerings, and it is said that they can only light up to 3,000 lamps... It is simply not comparable to our Qiu Shui!"

"Of course, I don't mean to complain to you about how expensive it is. I'm just saying that the scenery in front of you is nothing compared to Qiu Shui."

"What you see is just the surface, the fur... I mean..."

"Next year, come to Qiushui and watch it with me."

what the hell.

I have said so much before, but it is not just for this last sentence.

Mu Yunning couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. She imagined Yi Jingyan's gentle and indifferent personality. When he wrote this letter, he must have blushed. He was also hesitant and deliberate when writing it, just because he didn't want Mu Yunning to see his arrogance.

But why don't you want her to see it?

Obviously I like it very much.

Mu Yunning blinked and rummaged through the envelope. Something heavy fell out of the envelope and landed in the snow.

Mu Yunning lowered her eyes and looked at the object in the snow.

That's a dough man.

Perhaps because the letter was bumpy during transportation, the originally round dough cracked into a few pieces.

Mu Yunning stretched out her slender white hand and picked up the dough figurine from the snow.

He was a small boy with a sword on his back. He was looking into the distance with a serious face. He had big eyes and looked extremely cute.

Next to the dough man, there was a note.

"I made it when I was making dumplings. Both the master and the apprentice have it. It's not made just for you. Don't think too much about it!"

"However, I didn't mail your dough figurine to you. I put it on my bedside table. If you want it, come and exchange it for a hostage... Take the 'me' in your hand and come to Qiushui to exchange it for a hostage with me!"

"This is you..."

Mu Yunning looked at the dough figure in her hand and sighed softly.

When a woman comes out in the morning, she goes out in the morning.

Although it was a little abstract, Mu Yunning could still recognize Jing Yan's appearance, no matter what he looked like, even if it was a not-so-cute dough figurine with cracks.

"Aren't you just trying to trick me into going to Qiu Shui?"

Mu Yunning picked up a handful of white snow and filled the gaps in the little dough man.

"I'll go."

She looked at the small scripture in front of her and said sincerely.

Done.

She looked at the Kongming lantern that was burning in the sky, slowly rising up into the clouds.

There was a lamp, riding on the breeze and against the bright moon, slowly floating to the top of Jiange Mountain and floating in front of Mu Yunning.

If she reached forward, she would touch the warm light.

That was the one that belonged to Mu Yunning.

She closed her speech reverently, clasping her hands together and fluttering her eyelashes.

The girl made a wish that belonged to her alone.