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

The Sky Fox Clan is not a group that does not know how to adapt. Moreover, the ancestral precepts clearly state that any adult Sky Fox girl is eligible to become the goddess of the sacrificial day. The reason why it was her turn this year was simply because of her seniority, and it was not unchangeable.

So, Yun Zir went to find the clan leader.

She wanted to give this opportunity of becoming a goddess to Ling'er, as she would have plenty of opportunities in the future.

When the clan leader heard Yun Zier's wish, he remained silent for a long time and just asked:

"Is this your own decision?"

Yun Zir nodded.

The patriarch sighed and waved his hand.

agreed.

......

......

Yun Ling'er sat on the top of the ancestral tree. After becoming a goddess, she was extremely excited and immediately decided to experience the duties of a goddess in advance!

It wasn't that she was playful, but rather she was trying to accumulate experience for the upcoming festival day - at least that's how she comforted herself.

Just do it!

So, Yun Ling'er took advantage of the dusk and quietly came to the crown of the ancestral tree, the sacrificial temple located high in the sky.

Yun Ling'er awkwardly put on light makeup and put on clothes that only goddesses could wear. She looked at the beautiful reflection of a young girl in the bronze mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

As expected of her!

She is even more beautiful than when Sister Jing'er was a goddess!

Ling'er thought complacently, stretched out his arms lazily, and fell on the ground covered with straw mats, like an octopus lying on its back, waving his limbs continuously.

There was a hint of expectation in the girl's eyes - she still remembered that four years ago, Sister Jing'er was wearing a goddess' dress, sitting on the top of the ancestral tree, the sun fell on her snow-white head, and her soft fox ears trembled.

It was as if she was a goddess descending from the sky.

From that time on, Ling'er made a wish in her heart - when she grew up, she would become a goddess who worshipped the ancestral tree, sitting high in the clouds, and gazing at the edge of the world from afar.

She will carry the expectations of the Sky Fox people, have good conversations with their ancestors, and pray for more blessings than Sister Jing'er - she wants to do better than Sister Jing'er and become a better and more beautiful goddess than her.

The wish she made when she was young could finally come true. It was impossible for Yun Ling'er not to be excited. At this moment, in the dusk thousands of feet high in the sky, she was lying in the silent sacrificial temple, so quiet that she could almost hear her own heartbeat.

Suddenly, her fox ears twitched, she straightened up and stood up.

The girl pushed open the old wooden door of the temple and came to the pavilion protruding from the clouds.

The view here is wide and you can see everything about the Sky Fox Clan.

She slowly squatted down, sat in front of the pavilion in the floating clouds, and stretched her legs up in the air. Her two white and slender legs were shaking slightly.

The sun in the distance was about to set, and the golden afterglow illuminated everything of the Sky Fox Clan into the color of sunset. The originally tall buildings became extremely small in the eyes of the girl, even smaller than the ants she liked to count when she was bored.

The towering ancient trees became endless, connected into one, with no end in sight. The distant horizon was a mountain range. The shadows of the mountains and the light of the sunset formed a dazzling curve. The curve was uneven and winding, just like the end of the world.

Smoke was slowly rising from the ant-sized houses beneath her feet. Yun Ling'er opened her eyes wide, but could not see clearly the figure of the once majestic big white goose.

It's too small.

Yun Ling'er just waited quietly, humming a nursery rhyme softly.

This was taught to her by Granny Wang at the entrance of the village.

There are no lyrics, just simple tones, but the whole nursery rhyme is exceptionally peaceful and tranquil. Yun Ling'er looked at the floating golden clouds, as if she saw endless waves of wheat swaying slowly in the wind.

It didn't take long, maybe just a few minutes. In any case, when Yun Ling'er hummed the nursery rhyme to the end, the ancient ink-colored sword in her arms began to vibrate as expected.

The magnetic voice of the young man came slowly.

"Good afternoon, Ling'er, long time no see... Oh my god, where are you?"

Hehe, Mr. Jianling was really scared!

Yun Ling'er thought proudly, pointed the long sword in her hand at the floating cloud, and explained complacently:

"I am in heaven."

Jing Yan blinked. As he and Ling'er became more familiar with each other, the image of the broken sword became clearer and clearer, and he even felt as if he was there.

But sometimes, being immersed in the situation is not a good thing. When you open your eyes and find yourself thousands of feet high in the sky, it is inevitable that you will be a little shocked by the height.

"Why are you in heaven?"

Jing Yan asked helplessly.

"Mr. Sword Spirit, look at me!" Ling'er looked at the ancient ink-colored long sword in her arms and asked expectantly, "Mr. Sword Spirit, have you noticed any difference between me and usual?"

"different?"

Jing Yan frowned, looked carefully at Ling'er in front of him, and then he suddenly realized.

"You didn't wipe the corners of your mouth clean after eating!"

Ling'er: "......"

She was silent for a moment, then pounded the ancient ink-colored sword in front of her with her hands, pouting as if to vent her anger.

"Didn't you notice that I put on some makeup and different clothes today?"

"Ah... Is that so?" Jing Yan scratched his head: "It seems there is no difference..."

"Humph."

Ling'er snorted lightly. Thinking of the fact that she had boasted to Sister Jing'er about the swordsmanship that Mr. Jianling had taught her, she felt a little guilty. She simply tapped the sword lightly and said, "Forget it. I forgive you."

"Did I do something wrong just now?" Jing Yan muttered, and then asked curiously: "By the way, what are you doing sitting in such a high place?"

"Hehe, Mr. Jian Ling, you don't know that I have become the goddess of the Sky Fox Clan on the sacrificial day, so naturally I have to adapt to the environment in advance." Ling'er said with a smile: "How about it, isn't it very high? On the sacrificial day, I will stand here and pray for blessings for the Sky Fox Clan - I am awesome, right?"

"Yeah." Jing Yan nodded, but it was a bit perfunctory.

It’s not that he wasn’t interested, but he looked confused at the moment.

What festival day, what goddess... Is there any new activity launched by "Travel Girl" today? Why can't I understand it?

"Oh, I forgot to mention that."

Realizing that Mr. Jianling didn't know what the sacrificial day and the goddess meant, Ling'er stuck out her tongue, sat down, and began to talk about the history of the Sky Fox Clan and the sacrificial day.

From the birth of the Sky Fox Clan and their connection with the ancestral tree, Ling'er knew everything about the history of the Sky Fox Clan and she slowly told it to Jingyan.

After Mr. Jian Ling touched his head and understood a little, Ling'er asked again with great interest: "So I can become a goddess, isn't it amazing?"

"You are indeed quite impressive... No, didn't you get this status as a goddess by tricking that Sister Zi'er? Why are you so proud?"

Jing Yan couldn't hold back any longer: "Besides, you also regarded this girl named Zi'er as your competitor before, okay? My clear memory can't be wrong!"

"hey-hey."

Ling'er tilted her head: "Don't worry about so many details."

"So there are still more than 200 days until the festival day. Why are you in such a hurry to climb up the ancestral tree at this time?"

Jing Yan continued to ask.

"Um......"

Ling'er thought about it, and then, facing the setting sun, she gave a smile that eclipsed the entire world.

"Because for me, two hundred days may seem long, but for Mr. Jian Ling, these two hundred days are only a short month - I just want Mr. Jian Ling to see my current appearance as soon as possible."

Jing Yan was silent for a moment, thinking that his "travel girl" was so considerate and caring about his feelings.

But after thinking about it carefully, Jing Yan felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this sentence. It was obvious that Ling'er would have to wait longer! This month was very fast for him!

She was just having fun and wanted to try on the luxurious dress in advance!

But Jing Yan did not refute her. He just sighed silently, thinking that little girls of this age have so many little thoughts and he almost got fooled by them.

However, when Jing Yan heard Ling'er say that her two hundred days was one month for him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Because one month was the date he estimated that Kenshin would need to complete his repairs.

A strange feeling arose inexplicably, as if everything was connected by an invisible thread of fate, becoming intricately linked yet closely connected, like an invisible hand controlling the long river of time, making Jingyan a little breathless.

Because this was too much of a coincidence, the coincidence made him feel vaguely uneasy. He always felt that something unexpected would happen on the sacrificial day that Ling'er mentioned.

"Okay."

Yun Ling'er clapped her hands and stood up on the pavilion that touched the clouds.

"Master, do you want to see how far I have practiced swordsmanship?"

Jing Yan was suddenly asked, and his anxiety and speculation were suppressed in his mouth without being expressed.

"When did I become your master?"

He opened his mouth to answer.

"Of course you are my master. You taught me swordsmanship, so I must inherit your will. Isn't it reasonable to become master and apprentice?"

Yun Ling'er asked, tilting her head.

"Although what you said makes sense, but..."

Jing Yan was a little helpless. The number of people who wanted to join his sect increased sharply today. Not only Li Lingshang, but even the sword spirit Ling'er wanted to join. He was a little confused and wondered if his sect was so good.

Moreover, the founder is that unreliable guy Yun Su. This sect will probably be disbanded sooner or later!

"It's settled, Mr. Jian Ling, you agree!"

Unfortunately, before Jing Yan could finish his words, Ling'er turned her head and looked at the setting sun.

She slowly grasped the ancient ink-colored sword in her hand.

The dim sunset glow was reflected in the girl's golden eyes, and a sword energy that Jing Yan felt slightly familiar with slowly lingered on the edge of her sword.

She stood thousands of feet high in the sky, with endless floating clouds beneath her feet. The floating clouds set off the girl's luxurious dress embellished with red.

The hem of the dress was blown by the wind from the sky, slowly floating up and drifting in the blue sky, like a piece of silk that is faintly visible in the flowing clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.

She walked barefoot on the ancient wooden floor, her skin, as flawless as mutton-fat jade, reflected the color of dusk and was stained with golden afterglow.

Yun Ling'er bit her lip. For some reason, although her sword skills had been honed to perfection, she was still unable to swing that last sword in front of others. She could only swing that last sword when she was alone or with Mr. Sword Spirit by her side.

Just like now——

The girl's vertical pupils glowed brightly with golden light, and she swung forward her last sword.

Her movements were slow but steady. In Jingyan's eyes, Ling'er's every move seemed particularly familiar, making him think of an old friend.

Cloud stay.

Back then, when Yun Su was on the top of the mountain, swinging his sword towards the floating clouds and cutting through them, it seemed exactly the same as what was happening before her eyes - except that Ling'er was much more inexperienced than her, and it looked like she had only realized the sword intent not long ago.

I have only just taught Ling'er swordsmanship, and it hasn't even been a month. Her talent in swordsmanship... is it really that terrifying?

Unfortunately, there was no time to think about it carefully.

But in his eyes, the girl who was truly in the clouds was wearing a bright goddess dress, which was fluttering in the air like a flying cloud.

She looked determined and swung her sword forward.

The sword looked somewhat plain, even a little clumsy.

only--

The floating clouds in front of him were shaking wildly, like a subject meeting his king and had no choice but to bow his head, and in an instant, thousands of waves were stirred up.

The long sword energy passed through...

A deep sword mark was cut out in the vast sky.

4. Tears (almost k together with the previous chapter)

Yun Su lay in bed, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep.

For some reason, she had been dreaming about strange things recently.

It was an ancient ink-colored long sword with an extremely sharp blade. The sword body was like a mirror, reflecting some vague shadows.

She also dreamed of maple leaves all over the mountains, with hilltops turning red one after another, and autumn water without autumn. This was a scene she had never seen before.