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

He greeted them warmly, floated in front of the two of them, and said with a smile:

"I am the leader of Tianyi Sect, An Jidao."

Jing Yan and Mu Yunning changed their expressions.

Look, the extras are here again. These are not the actors hired by Tang Jiusheng and Ouyang Yun. I wrote their names backwards.

Jing Yan narrowed his eyes and decided to give him a harder time and make things difficult for the extras.

"How do you know it's us?" Jing Yan sneered, "Are you an assassin who came to kill us?"

"How could this happen?"

An Jidao, whose rhythm was disrupted, fixed his gaze and explained naturally, "I had the opportunity to watch the Zhongzhou Trial this year and saw the heroic figures of the two of you."

"Oh, I see."

Jing Yan turned around and looked at Mu Yunning beside him with a puzzled look.

"How much did our Zhongzhou score? We actually won the favor of Lord An."

Mu Yunning immediately understood what Jing Yan meant and replied, "Zero points."

"Oh." Jing Yan suddenly realized: "I didn't expect that Master An would pay so much attention to the cultivators with zero points. I am so disrespectful."

A few beads of sweat appeared on An Jidao's forehead, and he felt sweaty all over.

Tang Jiusheng and Ouyang Yun didn't tell him that he had to pay attention to these things... And what the hell is going on with you Qiu Shui and Qinglan Sword Sect? How come two talented disciples got zero points? Are you messing with my mentality?

An Jidao secretly held a grudge against Tang Jiusheng and Ouyang Yun in his heart, and decided to ask them for more money later.

“Don’t judge a hero by his achievements; don’t judge a hero by his achievements.”

An Jidao adhered to the self-cultivation of an actor and performed stiffly: "I have a favor to ask, please give me a helping hand."

"Oh?" Jing Yan nodded: "Master An, what's your trouble? Tell me about it."

He decided to see what kind of amazing things the two old guys could come up with.

"Is such that."

An Jidao's expression became serious, and he quickly entered the state: "We have many disciples in Tianyi Sect, but most of them are sloppy in cultivation and have no rules. I implore you two to pretend to be a Taoist couple and go to Tianyi Sect to learn from each other. It would be best if you could speak harshly to inspire the cultivation and fighting spirit of our disciples. I will definitely reward you handsomely after the success!"

When An Jidao just mentioned the word "Daoist companion", Jing Yan smiled with relief.

As expected, you still said that they were not actors hired by those two old guys?

Besides, what does coming to challenge a Taoist master have to do with a Taoist partner? Can't they be senior brothers or junior sisters? The script of those two old guys is not rigorous enough.

An Jidao felt a little uneasy being stared at by Jing Yan like this.

So, he turned and asked, "The reward is definitely going to be great, what do you two think?"

"It's not impossible, but I don't know where Tianyi Sect is."

Jingyan continued speaking along the lines of what he was saying.

"It's just over a hundred miles west."

An Jidao showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"Master An, the weather is really nice today."

"Ah? It's really good."

"have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"What is the highest level of cultivation among the disciples of Tianyi Sect?"

"About the late Nascent Soul stage."

"How much money did Tang Jiusheng give you?"

"Five thousand spirit stones, the price will be charged separately if successful..."

An Jidao's expression froze and he looked at Jing Yan in a daze.

“Can I withdraw a reply?”

"What does Lord An think?"

An Jidao gritted his teeth. He never thought that an old artist like him, who often walked by the river, would get his shoes wet. He was so careless that his identity as an actor was easily tricked out by the youngster.

"It's just that Master An is a little down and out." Jing Yan didn't mind fanning the flames: "The previous offers from Tang Jiusheng were much higher than Master An's."

"Ah?" An Jidao frowned, "The price you offered to me is not the highest?"

"Exactly."

"Damn it! I knew those two old bitches were lying to me. They said they would definitely give me the highest price because of our long-term friendship. I wonder if I won't go and cause trouble for them!"

An Jidao said angrily, turned around, and said with the calmness and composure of an old artist:

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving now. I wish you two will grow old together, have a son soon, and have many children and grandchildren... Goodbye."

He turned smoothly and was about to leave.

But at this moment, Jing Yan stopped him.

He said to him with a smile:

"Please tell Tang Jiusheng and Ouyang Yun that my relationship with Mu Yunning does not need their interference, nor does it require a deliberately arranged script. Please don't do this again."

Jing Yan said seriously:

"Everyone needs to be sincere when facing feelings."

"We don't need a script."

One hundred and fifty-one. Letter

The ancient ink-colored sword crossed the sky, pierced through the clouds, and drew a straight white line across the sky.

Ever since An Jidao brought a message to Tang Jiusheng and Ouyang Yun, the kind of roadblocks that would appear anytime and anywhere have not appeared again. It is not known whether the extras had a conflict over salary issues, or whether the two old guys really listened to what Jing Yan said.

In short, without the elaborate script arrangements, the journey was relatively safe.

Mu Yunning's feet were suspended in the air, half of her body was leaning on the sword, her head lowered, as if she was thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about?" Jing Yan asked.

"Think about what happened before."

Mu Yunning blinked: "How do you know that all this is a script designed by my master and your sect leader? I think they are pretty good people..."

Jing Yan sighed. Mu Yunning was simply too simple-minded and had the purest fantasies about everything.

This is also related to the environment she grew up in - after all, how much scheming can a little girl who only knows how to practice swordsmanship have?

Jing Yan rubbed his forehead.

"In short, if you encounter a good thing like pie in the sky, don't think about it, it is most likely a scam."

He educated Mu Yunning with a serious expression: "There is no one in this world who treats you well for no reason."

Mu Yunning was a little confused and shook her head.

"But, don't you have it?"

"I am an exception. Besides, I am not without purpose..."

Jing Yan took a look at Mu Yunning's delicate face, moist lips, and soft body, and suppressed the restless thoughts in his heart.

"Oh? Then what do you want from me?"

A hint of smile appeared in Mu Yunning's eyes. It was unclear whether she was pretending to know or pretending not to know. Jing Yan seemed to see a hint of palpitations in her eyes.

"Let's stop with this question for now."

Jing Yan felt that he was somewhat helpless, so he ended the topic directly and continued to preach to Mu Yunning.

"Anyway, next time you encounter something like this, you must be vigilant. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

Mu Yunning nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "But if I really can't tell the difference, can I ask you?"

Jing Yan responded: "Of course."

"That's good."

Mu Yunning held Jingyan's arm and said, "If I stick to you all the time, then I don't have to learn anymore, right?"

The Sutra says: “?”

He glanced at Mu Yunning's expression of pretending to be calm. With Mu Yunning's personality, he really couldn't tell whether this was just a casual remark or she was really playing straight.

Mu Yunning lowered her head guiltily, looking at the scenery flashing by quickly under her feet, avoiding Jing Yan's gaze.

However, the more I looked at her, the more I felt something was wrong.

She still remembered that when she was flying from Qinglan Sword Sect to Qiu Shui, it seemed that it was not this direction. She would pass by many prosperous towns and sects. The young girl would always bend down with curiosity and look at those ant-sized buildings from afar.

That was one of the few times she could contact the outside world.

Her childhood impression of the world was of the tiny towns that passed by so quickly that she had never stopped to take a good look at them.

When she grew up a little more, the heavy responsibilities of the Qinglan Sword Sect fell on her shoulders. In addition to her daily practice, Mu Yunning also had to patrol the sect's borders and hunt evil spirits. These things consumed too much of her time and experience.

Gradually, she seldom went to Qiu Shui, and her contact with Jing Yan also gradually broke off. The two of them only remained in their childhood memories.

It was not until the Zhongzhou Trial that the two met again.

Today, the towns of her childhood have become somewhat unfamiliar. She wonders if it is because of the passage of time or because she has grown up.

All in all, Mu Yunning didn't know the road leading to Qiu Shui.

"Have we taken the wrong path?"

She asked Jingyan this.

"Have it?"

Jing Yan chuckled: "No."

"But, I remember, this place wasn't like this before..." Mu Yunning muttered softly, "Aren't we going to Qiu Shui?"

"It was Qiu Shui, but it was later."

Jing Yan gazed into the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Coming."

"Where?"

Mu Yunning asked in confusion.

"secret."

Jing Yan smiled and covered Mu Yunning's eyes with one hand. The girl's long eyelashes blinked in his palm, feeling numb and tingling.

"Why do you cover my eyes?"

Mu Yunning opened her mouth and asked softly.

"Want to give you a surprise."

Jing Yan untied the long silk gauze strap on the girl's sleeves and gently covered her eyes with his palms.

"Oh."

Mu Yunning just sat there obediently and quietly, like a cute doll - she was not wary of Jing Yan at all.

Only when Jing Yan had tied the long silk ribbon into a beautiful knot with satisfaction did he breathe a sigh of relief and hold Mu Yunning's little hand, which was a little insecure and was slowly groping around.

Feeling the familiar temperature and taste, Mu Yunning felt at ease.

The long sword flew straight across the sky, letting the breeze blow by her ears. Mu Yunning held Jingyan's hand tightly. No matter where Jingyan took her, she didn't care.

As long as Jingyan is by her side.

Perhaps a moment passed, or perhaps even longer, Mu Yunning felt the flying sword slowly falling towards the ground.