Snapped!

"Not fast enough!"

Snapped!

"Unsteady hands!"

Snapped!

"Adjust your breath!"

The mountainside of a barren mountain.

The woman holding a wooden stick looked stern and would hit a child of about ten years old with the stick from time to time.

The child's whole body was wet with sweat, and his calves could not stop shaking. However, he did not say a word, gritted his teeth, and silently performed the movements on his hands.

An hour later.

Xu Yi finally relented and asked Bei Xinghan to stop and rest.

"Sister, I can continue!"

Bei Xinghan raised his head, with a stubborn look in his eyes.

“Haste makes waste.”

Xu Yi rubbed his head, feeling filled with emotion.

No wonder Bei Xinghan became the first out-of-body disciple of Xuanqing Sect. He relied not only on his talent, but also on his determination and perseverance.

During this period of time, Xu Yi taught him strictly, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, making rapid progress and now being able to use a complete set of sword moves.

Bei Xinghan struggled a little embarrassedly, with a shy smile on his lips.

He is eight years old, and his sister still likes to touch his head like this, hum.

After resting for half a stick of incense, Bei Xinghan practiced sword moves one after another. His small body contained great power.

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the sky was dark, there was thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.

Xu Yi stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at the rain hitting the leaves mercilessly, feeling a little worried in his heart.

An hour has passed since the usual practice time, and Bei Xinghan still hasn't appeared.

Looking at the dark sky again, Xu Yi could conclude that something bad must have happened.

After another half hour, Xu Yi did not wait for Bei Xinghan, but instead waited for an unexpected person.

"Zhenren Qinglian."

Xu Yi looked at the figure who appeared silently in the cave, his eyelids twitched, he pretended to be calm and saluted him with clasped fists.

"Who are you? What is your purpose in approaching Bei Xinghan?"

At this time, Master Qinglian didn't know whether it was because he hadn't started to worry about Bei Xinghan yet. He looked much younger than Master Qinglian in reality. There was no deep look between his eyebrows, but a touch of pride.

While Xu Yi was looking at Master Qinglian in large numbers, Master Qinglian was also looking at him.

He had long noticed Bei Xinghan's strange behavior during this period, but he never paid it any attention. It wasn't until something unexpected happened today that he suddenly became alert.

Xu Yi thought for a while, but did not make up an identity randomly, and said truthfully: "I am Xu Yi, a disciple of the Xuanji Sect, and everything I do is entrusted by others."

"Disciple of the Xuanji Sect?" Master Qinglian's eyes were filled with suspicion, "You said you were entrusted by others, who were you entrusted by?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you this. I have no ill intentions, I just want to help Bei Xinghan."

"help him?"

Master Qinglian's expression suddenly changed, and the pressure on his body surged towards Xu Yi like a tide.

Xu Yi secretly thought that something was wrong, and subconsciously mobilized her spiritual power, but found that the pressure seemed terrifying, and it was like a breeze blowing over her body, leaving no ripples.

Master Qinglian's face suddenly changed, he made clasping hands, and shouted: "Who are you!"

Xu Yi hadn't recovered from the accident just now. He turned around and saw Master Qinglian shouting and killing. He hurriedly defended: "I have taught Bei Xinghan to practice swords for two years. If he has evil intentions,

He died a long time ago, why wait until now."

"Who knows what kind of calculation you have in mind."

Master Qinglian sneered on his face, but his hand movements paused.

In fact, he was also unsure, and because he couldn't see the depth of Xu's intentions, he didn't take action yet.

Xu noticed that his attitude softened and quickly asked: "Master Qinglian, has something happened to Bei Xinghan?"

Xu Yi was not stupid. Master Qinglian had been getting along well with her for the past two years, but today he suddenly came to her door. Bei Xinghan was still late. Something must have happened that she didn't know about.

"It's not because you taught him how to practice swordsmanship that caused the trouble."

Master Qinglian waved his sleeves heavily and snorted coldly, with a look of resentment on his face.

Xu Yi's heart skipped a beat, "He has a very high level of understanding in the art of swordsmanship. I taught him how to practice swordsmanship, which is obviously a good thing. Why should you blame me?"

Xu Yi had an intuition that this must be related to solving Bei Xinghan's inner demons.

After waiting for two years, she finally got it.

Master Qinglian looked at Xu Yi intently, not knowing what he thought of, his expression softened slightly, and he suddenly walked to the depths of the cave and sat down cross-legged.

Xu expressed his opinion and immediately followed. Seeing that Master Qinglian had no objection and sat cross-legged opposite him.

"I don't know how much you know. Bei Xinghan finally practiced the swordsmanship you taught to the third level, and even defeated a foundation-building disciple, so he went to find that person."

"He went to find Master Cang Hai, right?" Xu Yi asked.

"As expected, you know." Master Qinglian gave her a meaningful look and sighed quietly, "Yes, he went to find Beicanghai, and then he was carried down the mountain by Beicanghai with a sword. He has not yet woken up.

"

Xu Yi frowned.

Beicanghai was a tribulation cultivator, and Bei Xinghan could not withstand his casual sword attack. No wonder Master Qinglian was so angry, presumably because Bei Xinghan was injured and was blamed on her.

"How is Bei Xinghan doing?"

"Not very good." Master Qinglian shook his head.

When they found Bei Xinghan, he was lying in a pool of blood, his breath was weak, and he didn't have a few good bones in his body.

Qinglian Zhenren, who had raised Beixinghan single-handedly, was furious when he saw this. He even went to find Beicanghai, but he was also chopped away with a sword. In anger, he blamed all the troubles on the one who taught Beixinghan swordsmanship.

People, that’s why the current scene happened.

Xu Yi tapped his fingers on his knees twice, pondered for a moment, and said to Master Qinglian: "I want to visit him."

Master Qinglian looked startled, then nodded in agreement.

For some reason, when he saw Xu Yi, he felt that there was no hostility in Xu Yi, so he agreed in a daze.

Xu Yi followed Master Qinglian to Xuanqing Sect and met Bei Xinghan who was in a coma again.

The pale Bei Xinghan gradually overlapped with the Bei Xinghan in Xu Yi's memory.

Xu Yi shook his head slightly, Bei Xinghan was really ill-fated.

She put her hand on Bei Xinghan's wrist, and her consciousness circled inside his body. After confirming that Bei Canghai really didn't hold back, she let go of her hand.

"I want to see Master Canghai of your sect." Xu Yi said slowly while looking at Master Qinglian.

"Okay." Master Qinglian agreed very simply, but then he hesitated a little, "I can only help you introduce him, but I don't dare to agree if he is willing to meet you."

Beicanghai has a stubborn personality, and even the respected elders in his family cannot influence him. Although Master Qinglian has friendship with him, they cannot influence his thoughts.

"knew."

Xu Yi's eyes fell on Bei Xinghan's pale face, with a different look flashing in his eyes.


Chapter completed!