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

"I don't think this should be hidden from you."

"what?"

Mu Yunning was stunned and tilted her head in question.

"Didn't I accept two apprentices?"

"what happened?"

"So in the past three years, I have hardly left the town where I used to live." Jing Yan explained: "That town is very remote and there are not many monks."

"Ah?" Mu Yunning asked in confusion: "Then what?"

"So there aren't any pharmacies, and therefore, I don't have any healing medicine in my storage ring."

"What's the matter? What are you hiding from me?" Mu Yunning's beautiful eyes narrowed into a straight line, as if she was a kitten pretending to be a fox. Instead of being intimidating, she looked extremely cute.

"So the day you were in a coma, I didn't have any medicine, so I thought you might have..."

Jing Yan paused and said, "So I opened your storage ring."

"It's nothing..."

As she spoke, Mu Yunning's voice became lower and lower, and her eyes became more and more dull.

She remembered the "evidence" that she had confiscated from Ouyang Yun and Tang Jiusheng before!

Those horrible books!

The girl lowered her head, praying that the scriptures did not notice those things.

but--

What he got in return was indeed Jingyan's look full of persuasion.

"It's okay for young people to be curious, but don't watch such heavy stuff. Things like 108 days don't exist at all, even if Teddy comes."

Fifty-three. Twentieth

There are still eighteen days until the end of the secret realm.

Jing Yan carved the third sword mark on the entrance of the cave. After carving twenty marks, this secret realm would come to an end.

He would be able to save Mu Yunning's life from the Qingming Divine Sword.

As for going to Wen Youqing and Luo Li to curry their favor, Jing Yan thought it would be better to forget it. The Qingming Sword was like a time bomb, and it might fall into an unprecedented crisis at any time.

As a master, I should not bring trouble to my disciples, even if they are the ones chosen by God.

In the past two days, Mu Yunning's health has gradually improved. Her broken tendons are slowly healing with the nourishment of the dragon fish. She is already able to get out of bed and try to walk on her own.

But her steps were still weak, she walked unsteadily and fell to the ground from time to time.

The face that Jing Yan had just washed clean with great difficulty was soiled again.

As for Jing Yan, his current task is to go out and hunt ferocious beasts every day, dig out their essence and blood, and maintain Mu Yunning's life.

However, most of the low-ranking ferocious beasts are insufficient in essence and blood, while the ferocious beasts with abundant essence and blood are very powerful. Sometimes, even Jing Yan would find it difficult to deal with ferocious beasts in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"It's been three days."

Jing Yan sighed for a moment, looked at the scar on his wrist that had not yet healed, and shook his head.

Hunting monsters is not the most difficult thing. The most difficult thing is how to feed Mu Yunning with his essence and blood every day.

I don’t know why Mu Yunning is so resistant. Every time he feeds her medicine, Jing Yan feels like he is fooling a child, and has a strange feeling like a weird uncle.

But at least Mu Yunning won't seek death easily again.

After experiencing the previous snow mountain disaster, Jing Yan could tell that something was wrong with her.

Mu Yunning seemed to have taken all the blame on herself. All she could think about was that as long as she died, the Qingming Sword would not chase her anymore, and she would not implicate the people around her.

Jingyan thought this idea was wrong.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong. He thought about it for a long time and finally figured it out.

He didn't want Mu Yunning to die.

He also wanted to see Mu Yunning's pretendingly cold face in the future, and wanted to tease this girl who knew nothing but pretended to be strong.

It can be said that Jing Yan has never had a sense of belonging since he traveled to this world. Even after joining Qiu Shui, he felt that everything around him was separated from him.

It was his master, the clan leader, and the little girl who came to challenge him with a sword, but was always tricked by him into playing with her, who erased the barriers and made him feel a sense of identity with this world.

Thinking of this, Jing Yan put away his sword, dragged a huge Nascent Soul monster, and returned to the cave.

Just as I reached the entrance of the cave, I found that Mu Yunning, who was supposed to be regulating her breathing, had propped herself up and stood up.

The girl looked at her once slender sword with a determined look, and pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind.

She held it.

Feeling the familiar touch, Mu Yunning's heart trembled, and he slowly drew the sword out of the scabbard.

Then, she wielded the sword style that was once so familiar to her.

"Shh-"

The cold light flashed a white light, and Mu Yunning, with the body of an ordinary person, wielded the sword moves that only cultivators could use.

But before she could swing it twice, she felt severe pain in her body. Mu Yunning gritted her teeth and big drops of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her steps became increasingly unsteady, and the sword in her hand began to tremble without her being able to control it.

Finally, the sword slipped from her hand.

"All right."

Jing Yan supported Mu Yunning, caught the flying sword, and comforted her:

"Don't use the sword anymore. There will always be a way to repair your sword heart after you get out."

"Scripture says."

Mu Yun stared at Jing Yan, and the surprise on his cold and beautiful face turned into a smile.

"I'm just trying it out. It doesn't matter if I can't use a sword in the future. It's good to be an ordinary person..."

"Why do you think so?"

Jing Yan frowned and asked in confusion.

"Think about it, I have been trained as the Saint of Qinglan Sword Sect since I was born. I have been practicing swordsmanship all the time since I was a child. If I really can't practice anymore, the Sect Master can't force me to practice swordsmanship anymore, right?"

Mu Yunning held Jing Yan's hand and told him about her future plans.

"Look, I still have money. I can open a small tavern, listen to rumors from all over the world, and see the world I have never seen before. Occasionally, when I am bored, I will write to you. Maybe I can even hear your name while chatting in the tavern."

"You must not forget to reply to my letter!"

Jing Yan touched Mu Yunning's hair and replied seriously: "If I forget to reply to your letter, come and beat me."

"Tsk, you know I couldn't beat you at that time."

Mu Yunning crossed her arms and said to Jing Yan with a puffed mouth, "You will have a strong cultivation base and high status by then. I guess even our sect leader will be respectful to you. How dare I hit you?"

"Are you kidding? That old man Ouyang Yun is not worthy of being so respectful to me."

Jing Yan smiled and said, "If I become famous, I won't even look at the leader of your Qinglan Sword Sect."

"Oh - so powerful." Mu Yunning teased.

"Yeah, very powerful." Jing Yan nodded: "So I only let you hit me."

"Scripture says."

"Ok?"

"Are you teasing me?"

"Yes, you discovered all of this."

"Damn it, come here and let me hit you. Forget it, I can't beat you, so let me take a bite..."

......

......

into the night.

It was dusk, the bright moon was hanging in the sky, and Jingyan was lying on the stone bed.

Mu Yunning beside him had fallen asleep.

The bonfire burned until it gradually went out, and the entire cave fell into darkness.

The darkness was so thick that one could not see one’s hand in front of one’s face, as if it could hide many secrets.

Suddenly, a tiny voice came from beside Jingyan.

That was Mu Yunning crying——

She couldn't help but let the tears well up in her eyes and no matter how hard she tried to wipe them away, she tried her best to lower her voice, not wanting Jing Yan, who was standing so close to her, to notice that she was crying.

She couldn't lift the sword.

This doesn't matter to ordinary people, but for Mu Yunning, who has practiced sword for a lifetime, this is more painful than killing her.

But she didn't want to make Jingyan distressed, so she always pretended to be optimistic around Jingyan, but in fact she was miserable.

The girl kept her tears to herself and only dared to cry secretly when she was alone, for fear of disturbing the boy beside her.

Big tears flowed down, and Mu Yunning couldn't hold them back, but she bit her tongue and suppressed her voice.

Suddenly, Jing Yan moved.

He put his arms around Mu Yunning and moved his broad chest closer to her, allowing the girl to cry in a more comfortable position.

Just like that, the sobbing sounds in the cave became louder and louder. Mu Yunning hugged Jingyan, venting her helplessness and grievances, and her tears wet Jingyan's long gown.

54. Good friends can hug each other

In the early morning, Jing Yan carved the fourth sword mark on the stone wall.

Seventeen days left.

Mu Yunning rubbed the red corners of her eyes, and watched Jing Yan draw his sword from its sheath, carving clean and neat sword marks on the rock. She couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

After a moment, she stretched out her hand to Jingyan.

"Give me."

"What?" Jing Yan was unclear.

"Give me your sword."

Mu Yunning said, "I think the reason why I couldn't use the sword before might be because of my sword. Can you lend me your sword?"

"Lend it to you, this little kid who cried all night because he couldn't practice sword fighting?"

Jing Yan was not convinced: "Your sword is the Qinglan Sword Sect's sacred sword. If it could hear its master belittling it like this, it would probably cry even harder than you."

"What do you mean by crying all night!"

Mu Yunning was anxious. There were some things she could do but Jingyan could not tell them, such as the fact that she hugged Jingyan and cried all night, which she did not admit.

"I sleep very well at night. I don't snore, grind my teeth, kick off the quilt or wet the bed. How could I cry all night?"

She was in a hurry to refute, but her red and swollen eyes were silently recording the facts.

"Looking into your own eyes, do you think your words are convincing?"

Jing Yan pointed at the girl's red and slightly swollen eye sockets and said.

"Oh, you're so annoying. Stop talking nonsense and give me the sword."

Mu Yunning snatched Jing Yan's sword from his hand, carved a scratch on the wall with difficulty, and then looked at it with satisfaction.

"Yes, my swordsmanship has not declined, but there is a problem with my sword. I declare that from now on your sword is under my command."