"I have to bear the trouble that I caused myself." Leng Bing closed her eyes, "I... can't let my senior sister worry about me anymore. I have to train myself, do everything well, and stop causing trouble... until I can really become strong!"

Do everything well and become stronger.

This is my decision...

Leng Bing raised her hands, and Liuyun urged Xue to fly into her hands.

A sword carves the pattern of the clouds, which combines the speed of the wind and clouds, and is called the Flowing Clouds;

A sword pours the spirit of frost and snow, and contains the solemn and slaughter of cold and cold, which is called urging snow.

The combat power and spiritual aggregate are far inferior to Qiushui. Qiushui broke off when the four generals of the Illusion and the Demon Clan were in duel. The unpowerful Liuyun Kuaixue has been passed down to this day and has become the supreme weapon of the Illusion descendants.

The master said that this is the fate of the sword, and so is the fate of a person.

However, fate is not arranged to wait for people to pass away in the distance. Destiny also needs to be pursued; only by pursuing can one embark on the path that truly belongs to oneself.

Leng Bing has decided to pursue his own destiny.

"I have decided, senior sister..." Leng Bing's body floated back like a wind, and the flowing clouds in her hand drew a semicircle like snow fog.

"For the last time, let's dance the sword together."

The sword light and the sword shadows are flying. I send you a cup of tears when I am drunk. The moon is cold, the sword is crying and the sword is mixed, and I ask you if you don’t return.

The flowing clouds and mists urge the snow to rush. The autumn cicadas gather in the water to chase the cold wings. The youth is white, and life is like a dream, and I will never forget my lovesickness.

Senior sister, take care of yourself...

The next morning, Lengbing got up before morning class to pack up her things. She wanted to leave quietly. She said she had to be strong for a long time, but she still didn't dare to face the parting.

Open the coat box.

When it comes to packing the package, except for Liuyun Guixue Sword and Hanxiang Zi Yuzhu, the first thing Leng Bing thinks of is clothes.

There is definitely no need to take the Taoist uniforms in Yuxiang; although wearing white clothes is a must-have, wearing white clothes is too boring; you must take the favorite cherry color... Just take one of each color...

But if this happens, you have to pack twelve bags to load it!

Leng Bing patted her head, saying that she was going to experience, not beauty pageants, why did she bring so many clothes? So she finally decided to have a white, a cherry and a green one. Although it was not enough to change, she could buy a new one immediately when she arrived in the next town.

Then there is the silver. It is necessary to bring a few more large-degree silver notes. Anyway, the Jucai Money Bank is a chain of all Tianchao, and are you afraid that you will not be able to withdraw money?

And then… what about the medicine?

Leng Bing finally learned his lesson. He didn't bring any strange and unknown medicines to death. He only brought the most common injury medicine, the most common one!

Lengbing turned his cabinet upside down. Wait, there seemed to be something at the bottom of the cabinet...

It looks like a letter.

Leng Bing picked up the letter and said: Stop reading it, it’s just for you.

Who would it be in this tone?

Anyway, it’s not my mother, nor my fireworks sister.

Don't guess, please take a look. There is only a piece of paper with yellow and bloody texture in the envelope, which seems to have been preserved for a long time. There are only three words on it:

Step, green, far away.

It is three words, not a three words word. It can be clearly seen that this piece of paper was torn off from the complete album because there are round holes in the corners of the piece of paper that bind the page;

There are only these three words arranged horizontally...

Leng Bing began to think in the closet. She was not good at reasoning. What could she understand by looking at these three words?

She flipped through the envelope again. The envelope was relatively new, and it seemed that she had saved the paper for a long time before stuffing it into the new envelope and putting it in the closet.

Written for me? What does it mean?

There is no other word on the front and back of the envelope. What about it? Leng Bing spread the envelope open and looked inside.

Sure enough, there are!

There is only one line of words, which are not written by the same person as the words outside: hand over the paper to the sixth young master and follow his instructions, and there must be no mistakes.

Sixth Master?

Such a coincidence!

If it were in the past, it would be difficult to reach the sky for Lengbing to find the sixth prince; but now it is different. She at least recognized Wu Lingchun, the "Shahong Prince" among the sixth princes, and had also been to his mansion!

So what are you waiting for? I thought about it all night and couldn’t figure out where to go, and now I already have a goal!

Leng Bing carefully put the paper into the envelope and stuffed it into the bag—no, no, such an important thing is still in his arms—

That's it, set off!

Leng Bing stood in front of the Wu Mansion with a bag on her back. Before she could think of something strange, she hurriedly pulled her body and hid behind the tree-

The person who just walked into the gate of the Martial Palace is...

Leng Bing's heart skipped a beat. Who is the man holding the food box in his hand in that dirty and light yellow dress?

Although Lengbing only sees the back, she will never misunderstand it-

It’s too intimate, and it’s just like an enemy’s road is narrow. As soon as you go out, you meet the person you don’t want to see the least!

Nan Lichen, how could he come to the Martial Arts Mansion? He also brought food boxes. Could it be that he really came to deliver takeout?

Since he sent dishes to the Wu Mansion, doesn’t that mean that Wu Lingchun is in the mansion?

No matter what, if you go in now, wouldn’t you be fucking him in a direct way? Or wait for him to come out and leave completely before going in!

That's it.

Leng Bing smashed his right hand in his left palm, leaned against the tree, and made up his mind to wait for Nan Lichen to come out.

An hour passed.

"Gu——" Lengbing's stomach cried. She forgot to have breakfast when she came out, but it was almost noon now.

Should I go for a meal and come back?

Leng Bing looked up at the scorching sun and couldn't help but curse himself as stupid: He entered through the main door, did he have to walk through the main door? He didn't even want to walk through the back door - the heroes always go out to travel around the world, and they would never just kick in the door.

In short, the conclusion is that things like sect are useless in the world of martial arts fairy tales.

He climbed over the wall as soon as he said he climbed over the wall. Leng Bing jumped into the courtyard of the Wufu. Butterflies danced, flowers shattered, cicadas sang, willow smoke was lost. The red building was hard to lock in the spring color, and the orchid pool was ashamed to paint the spirit.

It is a poetic and picturesque mansion. It is better to raise a glass to invite the moon, it is better to get drunk and sweep the clouds; it is better to be idle at the palace and merchants, and it is better to chant flowers and recite the moon.

Leng Bing praised her for a few times, but also regretted her greatly. When she came last time, she was busy getting angry with Nan Lichen and didn't have time to take a closer look.

But it seems that now is not the time to appreciate it, so I have to find Wu Lingchun's room as soon as possible. This place is so big, who knows which room he will be in...

Someone came. Leng Bing hid behind the corridor. Is it Nan Lichen? He actually walked into the inner courtyard with a food box!
Chapter completed!