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

Mu Yunning said this proudly, but Jing Yan did not refute her. Mu Yunning was a person with a particularly strong psychological endurance. Even now, she could entertain herself and adjust her mentality.

Jing Yan felt that getting along with Mu Yunning required a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, perhaps this would allow her to forget some things temporarily.

"Okay, okay, since you like my sword so much, I'll trade with you."

So, Jing Yan spread his hands and said, "From now on, this sword belongs to you, and your Qinglan Sword belongs to me."

"You can change it, but your sword should also be Qiu Shui's famous sword, right?"

Originally, Mu Yunning thought that Jing Yan’s sword must be something extraordinary, and it would not be a loss for her to have it.

However, she only shook Jingyan's sword lightly, and couldn't help but reveal doubt in her eyes: "Why does it feel so ordinary?"

"Who told you this is Qiu Shui's famous sword?"

Jing Yan couldn't help but say proudly: "This is the heirloom of the blacksmith Wang at the entrance of the village. It is considered the best sword in the city. I spent thirty taels of silver to buy it. How is it? Doesn't it feel like the quality is top-notch?"

"Why are you so proud?"

Mu Yunning threw away the sword in her hand with some disgust, and picked it up again after a moment without leaving any trace, carefully wiping off the dust on it.

"Leave the timekeeping to me from now on. I can still do this kind of small thing."

This is an explanation of her former identity as a swordsman. At least she can pick up the sword again.

In this way, Mu Yunning was already very satisfied.

......

......

Mu Yunning carved the eighth sword mark, and there were fifteen days left.

The weather is sunny and cloudless today.

At this moment, Mu Yunning was staring at Jing Yan, and Jing Yan was staring at the bamboo fishing rod, which was connected to the rice reeds and floated slowly in the pond, motionless.

"It's been three hours!"

Mu Yunning waited for three hours and couldn't help but start to question the words of the scripture.

"It's been three hours and you haven't caught a single dragon fish. Jingyan, can you do it?!"

“I don’t think it’s my problem…”

Jing Yan said this with a guilty conscience.

The arowana that they had caught previously had been eaten long ago, so in the morning he said he wanted to improve the food and see if he could catch two arowana, show off his cooking skills, and make a pan-fried fish fillet.

So, Jing Yan and Mu Yunning just stood by the lake staring at each other, waiting foolishly for three hours, but the fish basket was empty.

"Jingyan, I'm hungry!" Mu Yunning urged.

"It's almost there, I'm sure I'll catch a fish with my next cast."

The scriptures repeat this sentence.

So, another two hours passed, and Jingyan's fish basket was still empty.

"Jingyan, can I still eat the pan-fried fish fillet today?"

Mu Yunning squatted beside Jing Yan and said pitifully.

"Definitely."

Jingyan broke the fishing rod in his hand and decided not to take this humiliation anymore!

So he raised the sword in his hand and swung it into the lake!

The entire lake was broken into two parts. Where the sword energy spread, even the lake water was cut into nothingness, leaving only the huge and fat dragon fish jumping its tail in confusion.

"It would have been better if you had done this earlier. Come on, I know you are the best."

Mu Yunning ran down to the lake with a smile on her face, picked up the arowana happily, and wondered what the fish fillets made by Jing Yan tasted like.

Jingyan was standing on the shore with a depressed look on his face.

He felt insulted, insulted by the fish.

Never go fishing again.

......

......

Looking at the twenty full sword marks, Mu Yunning clapped his hands with satisfaction.

There are only three days left until the end of the secret realm.

Thinking of this, Mu Yunning couldn't help but stretch her waist and breathed a sigh of relief.

The night outside the cave was getting darker. The moonlight shone on the treetops, casting cold shadows.

The birds stopped singing and were replaced by the chirping of insects.

After she washed up, she lay down on the stone bed. Jingyan lay far away from her, meditating with his eyes closed.

So, she moved a little bit towards Jingyan without leaving any trace.

And then a little more.

A little more.

In the end, she stuck to Jingyan.

"That's enough for you."

Jing Yan couldn't help but frowned and warned: "You are going too far in pretending to move. We were originally at least ten meters apart!"

"Hehe." Mu Yunning pretended to be silly, raised both arms high, stared at Jingyan's face with clear eyes, and said coquettishly:

"hug!"

"Hey, hey, hey, listen to what you are saying?"

Jing Yan shuddered all over. Ever since he hugged her when she cried last time, Mu Yunning had to have Jing Yan hold her in her arms every night before going to bed. Now Jing Yan was a little overwhelmed.

"I am a disabled person. If you don't hold me when you sleep, who will you hold when you sleep?"

Mu Yunning argued with reason, squinting her eyes and moving closer to Jing Yan: "Hurry up, hold me to sleep, or I will faint."

"Didn't you say before that we are innocent good friends, and good friends can sleep in each other's arms?"

Jing Yan remembered what Mu Yunning often said in the past: “a good friend with a clean conscience” and refuted her.

"Of course. If you don't believe me, go ask around. Good friends can sleep in each other's arms."

Mu Yunning looked like a scoundrel. Jing Yan couldn't ask anyone else now anyway, so he just hugged her first.

So, without waiting for Jingyan's consent, she moved closer to Jingyan's arms and rubbed her cheek against her good friend's chest.

"What kind of good friend is this?"

Jing Yan muttered softly, slowly relaxed his hands, and held Mu Yunning's fragrant and soft body in his arms.

......

......

Twenty-three sword marks.

The secret realm is about to close.

The Qingming Sword looked at the sword mark at the entrance of the cave with burning eyes.

Finally found.

55. Osmanthus Cake

Pure spiritual energy surged into Wen Youqing's body like a whale.

The vast sea of ​​consciousness turned into a turbulent sea surface, constantly surging in Wen Youqing's dantian.

She took a deep breath and calmed the pure spiritual energy.

"It's the late stage of Jindan."

she muttered.

"This boy is so terrifying that he broke through two levels in just half a month."

"That's right, if she is an enemy, she will definitely become a serious threat in the future. We can't keep her alive!"

Brother Dao was floating in the sky as a spirit, gasping for air and talking with the old woman.

Wen Youqing's forehead wrinkled, and he couldn't help but stand up and said seriously:

"That's enough, can you please restrain yourself a little and stop using these sentences that only villains would say!"

"Villain?" Dao Ge was stunned and asked in confusion:

"Why are people who say things like this considered villains?"

Of course it was her master who taught her!

Wen Youqing remembered that Jing Yan had once given her a "Survival Guide to the Immortal World", which clearly marked what kind of people were dangerous.

But every time she asked about the reason, the master would always hesitate and be unable to answer, and finally summed it up with one sentence: "This is just the experience of a scholar."

too weird.

Therefore, when facing Brother Dao's doubts, Wen Youqing was also troubled and didn't know how to explain.

So, she could only stammer and say:

"That's how it is, believe it or not!"

As she spoke, she stood up excitedly, feeling the surging spiritual energy in her body, and asked proudly: "Luo Li, that little green...where is my junior sister?"

Coincidentally, the cave where Wen Youqing and Luo Li were stranded was exactly the cave with rich spiritual energy tens of thousands of years ago. The spiritual energy inside was pure and it also contained the inheritance of powerful cultivators.

The old woman who begged Luo Li to learn how to refine weapons was a master of refining weapons with tens of thousands of years of experience. She was known as the Fairy of Hundred Refinements. The objects she refined were priceless. At her peak, she was treated as a guest of honor by the entire continent, and her reputation was even more famous than Luo Li's previous life.

The white-bearded Brother Dao is even more of a heavyweight. He was the Tyrant Sword Master from ten thousand years ago. His sword spirit is so powerful that it can terrify gods and ghosts. He is a cultivator in the late Mahayana stage!

However, thousands of years have passed, and they are only barely surviving, with only one percent of their skills remaining. Their only wish is to pass on their skills.

Then the two "geniuses" Wen Youqing and Luo Li happened to appear in front of them.

Is there any need to think about this? Chosen by God! Absolutely the chosen one! God is here to send them warmth!

If you don't seize this opportunity, you will have no place to cry when your body turns to dust.

So, they begged and pleaded with everyone, hoping that the two girls would inherit their mantle. The specific details are hard to describe, but it doesn't overlap with the image of them being in their prime ten thousand years ago.

Wen Youqing and Luo Li had no choice. They were trapped in this cave and there was no way to get out. If they wasted time like this, they would gain nothing by the end of the trial conference.

Therefore, with the mentality of learning another skill, they accepted the inheritance of the Tyrannical Venerable and the Fairy Bailian.

"Senior sister, you called me?"

To Wen Youqing's surprise, Luo Li came out of seclusion earlier than her and was already sitting in the distance, looking at her with a smile.

"Little green tea, look at my cultivation level, how many fingers do I need to hang you up and beat you?"

Wen Youqing put his hands on his hips, looking very proud.

After all, she had broken through two bottlenecks in succession and reached the astonishing late Jindan stage at a young age. This was a speed that was unattainable in her previous life. Within five years, she would definitely reach the Jindan stage and arrive at the Yuanying stage.

A fifteen-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator is terrifying no matter how you think about it. One can only say that he is far ahead.

“Wow, late Jindan stage, are you going to kill me, Senior Sister?”

Luo Li smiled and looked at Wen Youqing, pretending to be amazed. In the blink of an eye, her expression changed, revealing a look of regret: "It's a pity that Senior Sister's strength is still a little lacking."

"what?"

Wen Youqing looked at Luo Li in confusion, and it turned out that things were not simple. The little girl Luo Li's cultivation also improved rapidly, and she actually reached the late Jindan stage together with her.

Don't forget, before entering the secret realm, Luo Li's cultivation had only reached the stage of perfecting the Jindan, which means that in this cave, her cultivation completed a triple jump.

One level higher than her!

"You guys are cheating!!!"