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

He couldn't help but take a deep breath - damn, Kenshin was carrying too much weight and it hurt so much.

But he had already pretended halfway, so there was no reason not to finish it. So in the later stage of showing his sword skills to Ling'er, Jingyan was almost overloading his sword heart, so that now his sword heart always hurts.

After realizing that his connection with Ling'er was cut off, Jing Yan couldn't help but fall on the bamboo chair, letting the cold sweat soak his back.

This is the second time he has talked with Ling'er, and Jing Yan has finally found some patterns.

That is the period before dawn, when there is the highest probability of connecting the two latitudes. In other words, the signal is better during this period.

But Ling'er is just the opposite of him.

She triggered the connection at dusk. While talking with Ling'er, Jing Yan carefully observed the situation on her side - the sunset outside the window was blooming with gorgeous orange light, and the fiery clouds in the distance were hot and dazzling.

Dawn and morning, like the stars Canopus and Venus, revolve endlessly in the sky but will never meet.

But this sword was an accident, or rather, a medium, which gave Jingyan the opportunity to talk to the girl whom he would have never met before.

As for what use it is.

Jing Yan discovered that during the time he spent with Ling'er, his sword heart was healing at a rapid rate. Last time, perhaps it had only healed 1%, but this time, as the two got more familiar with each other and their conversation deepened, the healing rate became faster and faster, so that after this conversation, Jing Yan's sword heart had healed about 3%.

That is to say, as long as he chats with Ling'er every night, perhaps within a month or so, his swordsmanship will be completely restored.

What is talk therapy? This is talk therapy!

The only drawback was that he couldn't fall asleep during this period of time, but it was not a big deal. It was normal for a cultivator not to rest.

Lying on Yunsu's bamboo chair, Jingyan looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but start to wonder about the origin of this broken sword.

After all, the difference between this broken sword and other swords is too great.

This sword is not a weapon at all, but rather looks like a treasure. From its appearance, you can tell that it has gone through an unimaginable battle.

Who is its owner and why does he appear in the sword pool in the end? Jing Yan couldn't figure it out.

"What's going on? Someone is here to attack Qiu Shui?!"

While Jing Yan was thinking, Yun Su, wearing a black gauze dress, stuck her head out of the window, looking frightened.

There was still some weariness in the corners of her eyes - after all, she had just fallen asleep not long ago and was suddenly awakened, so she couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

In fact, Yun Su’s daily routine is extremely regular. He goes to bed in the early morning and wakes up at noon every day, without fail. His main routine is that of the underworld.

Few people can wake her up from her sleep.

But this time it's different.

She dreamed about something bad.

There was blood everywhere, all kinds of screams and cries, and countless flashes of swords and knives.

Yun Su felt his body was so heavy, as if he was sinking in water and unable to move.

She struggled with all her might, struggling to open her eyes——

Finally, she woke up from the nightmare, gasping for breath.

It didn't matter that she was awakened by the shock. The key thing was that she actually felt a pure sword energy brewing outside the window. The sword energy was so powerful that it seemed very similar to the sword energy of her apprentice.

Wait...disciple...Jingyan?!

That dream just now!

Would Qiu Shui's entire family be wiped out? !

Yun Su's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He stood up and stuck his head out of the window. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jing Yan lying safely on the bamboo chair.

Fortunately it was just a dream.

"No, Master. I'm practicing swordplay."

Jing Yan waved to Yun Su and began to explain.

"How can you practice swordplay so late at night?" Yun Su frowned and scolded, "Hurry up and rest."

"But it's already early morning."

"What? Isn't early morning the best time to fall asleep?!" Yun Su rubbed his forehead and said in surprise, "Usually I sleep soundly at this time."

Jing Yan smiled and rubbed his forehead: "How can there be someone like you, Master?"

"In short, if someone invades the sect, you just need to run away."

Yun Su said something inexplicable with lingering fear: "Even if the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up - I don't think Tang Jiusheng is short."

"Master, are you confused from sleeping?"

Jing Yan got up from the bamboo chair, walked to Yun Su's window, and touched her forehead as she leaned out of the window: "Are you having a nightmare? Why are you suddenly concerned about me?"

"No way!"

Yun Su shrank back, shook his head in denial, then pulled the screen window and said in a panic, "Master, I'm going to go back to sleep. You should go and get some rest too!"

Jing Yan smiled and looked at the half-open gauze window. He did not continue talking to Yun Su, but came to the flat ground in front of Qingzhu Peak and observed the surrounding terrain.

He wants to build a hut.

After all, the small house where he and Yun Su lived was built bit by bit by him.

There isn't much else on Qingzhu Peak except for bamboos, which are excellent building materials. After being processed, they are as strong as rocks.

Jing Yan looked around and decided to reclaim the wasteland for building the house first. After all, it didn't seem like a big deal for him to just lie down in the yard every night with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed.

However, just as Jing Yan had chosen a corner and was ready to do something big in the early morning, whispers were heard from the foot of Qingzhu Peak.

Although he tried his best to lower his voice, there was no way he could keep the secret from others as he had been using the sword for so many years. So he hid himself in the mountains and forests, intending to go and see what was going on.

And at the foot of Qingzhu Peak.

Li Lingshang was looking at the guards in front of him who were dressed in uniform, carrying valuable construction equipment and materials on their shoulders.

"Be sure to handle it with care and never disturb Master's rest!"

The girl raised her eyebrows and said seriously.

As for what she is going to do and why she is going to do it, the story begins from yesterday.

Yesterday, when Li Lingshang was tied up and taken into the room by Wen Youqing and Luo Li, the girl did not forget to collect information and kept looking around.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t watch it, but once you do, you can’t hold it anymore.

This courtyard has only two bedrooms!

Li Lingshang was suddenly shocked!

Oh no, Master sleeps in one room, and there are Wen Youqing, Luo Li and Master left. How should the three of them divide the remaining room?

When she thought of this, Li Lingshang couldn't help but bite her lips.

Separate, separate, must separate!

It’s just that there aren’t enough houses. I’ll build one and build the best one!

If you want to take advantage of my master, it's impossible.

Although he has not yet gained the recognition of his master, it does not prevent Li Lingshang from thinking about the problem from the perspective of his sect - as a sect that is about to grow and develop, it will not do without a residence that can support it!

"But, young lady, we are here to keep you safe, not to build a house."

A guard said awkwardly.

After all, as a cultivator, doing the work of a bricklayer seems a little... not so glorious.

So some resistance is a normal reaction.

"How many spirit stones do you get for guarding in a month?"

Li Lingshang put her hands on her hips and spoke in a very proud tone.

"Miss, the offerings from the master are almost a thousand."

One thousand spirit stones is not a small number. Even Yun Su, a parasite, only offers two hundred spirit stones a month. However, these two hundred spirit stones alone have considerable spending power in the world of immortal cultivation.

Therefore, as a guard, being able to receive nearly a thousand spirit stones every month is already an astronomical figure, which is enough to show the wealth of the Shanhai Chamber of Commerce.

Li Lingshang raised her eyebrows.

"Next month, your salaries will all increase threefold... no, fivefold. Now tell me, what is your identity?"

"Miss, I am a bricklayer, a happy bricklayer."

Li Lingshang nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to include the entire Qingzhu Peak.

"Build it, build it for me, use the best materials, I don't want anyone to cut corners!"

"Yes, miss!"

The happy bricklayers said in unison.

Jing Yan watched everything silently, and a huge question mark arose in his heart.

"what?"

Who hired this decoration team? !

Isn't this my home hill?!

4. The world is like a cold pond (k)

When the sunlight outside the window fell into the room, Wen Youqing slowly opened his eyes.

She mobilized the spiritual energy in her body, and the pure spiritual energy of the early morning flowed into her body, slowly completing a cycle.

Wen Youqing seldom sleeps, and her sleep is always replaced by practice. For her, being in a state of practice all the time seems to have become a habit of her.

However, the first thing she did after opening her eyes was to look towards the head of the bed——

The little dough man is still smooth and round.

Wen Youqing had been warming it with spiritual energy so that it would not dry out or crack. The girl picked it up, held it in her palm, and observed it carefully.

To be honest, Jingyan's craftsmanship is not that good, or maybe the dough is just a material suitable for sculpture. All in all, the little man looks a little shabby, with a kind of beauty that appears foolish but is wise.

In other words, it doesn't look very smart.

However, Wen Youqing didn't think there was anything wrong with this. After all, in her master's eyes, she was just silly, and she was very self-aware.

But sometimes only a fool can make mistakes that are clearly not possible, but go against the grain. Wen Youqing has never thought that being foolish is bad, she is smart -

Probably, at least that's what she thought.

Holding the small doll in her palm and in her arms, Wen Youqing turned over and put on her short boots, then lifted the curtain between her bed and Luo Li's bed - they slept in Jing Yan's former room, with a bamboo mat separating the two of them, creating two independent spaces.

"Little Green Tea, it's time to get up. The sun is shining on your butt!"

But it was obvious that Luo Li did not notice Wen Youqing, so when the bamboo curtain was lifted, what was reflected in her eyes was the curled up Luo Li.

She held her doll and curled up on Jingyan's former bed, as if she was sinking into it, smelling the intoxicating and reassuring scent.

When Wen Youqing pulled open the curtains, Luo Li obviously didn't notice and was twisting aimlessly on the bed. But when she noticed Wen Youqing's gaze, her body stiffened and her expression became shocked.

The scene was awkward for a while.

Wen Youqing stared with his eyes wide open, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, it turned into a long sigh.

"People can't, at least shouldn't... Little Green Tea, oh, no, little pervert you..."

"Do you believe me if I tell you this was an accident?"

Luo Li sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, her hands on her knees, her eyes starting to turn red.

"I know, and this sentence is not much different from 'I have a friend' in nature. They are both self-deception... Of course, in order to take care of your pitiful self-esteem, I did not point out the subject in this sentence..."

Wen Youqing calmly took two steps back and said the most cultured sentence he had ever said, which left Luo Li stunned.

"Hey, seriously, this matter really has a reason, let me explain it to you!"

Luo Li was anxious and gritted her teeth trying to pull Wen Youqing out, but unfortunately, Wen Youqing looked at her like she was trash and she pulled in vain.

"Ah, yes, yes."

Wen Youqing frowned and spoke in a low voice.

"Little pervert."