Returning to Qianming, Yun Yanchu first went to the main hall where Chu Wanjun lived.
In the main hall, all the furnishings remain the same, and no one has touched anything in the hall in the past three years.
Turning into the back hall corridor, the silvery moonlight shines on the world through the clouds.
Yun Yanchu changed back into women's clothing before returning. Her frost-colored dress was clean and pure.
She stood on the porch, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with confusion as deep as the sea in her eyes.
a long time.
Yun Yanchu turned and left.
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Early the next morning, it was Huarong's first lecture in March.
After Yun Yanchu had breakfast with Shen Nanzhou and Mo Zhifan, they went to the main peak hall where Huarong lived under their repeated instructions.
The door of the main hall was open to the outside. The weather today was not very good. Dark clouds gathered but it did not rain.
Yun Yanchu crossed the hall and walked inside.
Except for the temple door, all the windows in the temple were closed tightly, blocking out the light.
The main hall that should be bright is like a huge mouth of an abyss. Stepping into it gives people the fear of being swallowed into darkness at any time.
But there were no candles burning in the palace, and the palace was left in darkness.
In the main hall, large black brocade tents hang down from the beams one after another, and the overlapping brocade tents are blown and swayed by the breeze brought by when passing by.
Walking towards the palace, the only sound of footsteps could be heard in the silent palace.
The further inside you go, the mellow aroma of wine becomes stronger.
On the soft couch surrounded by heavy brocade curtains, Huarong, who heard the footsteps, stretched out his hand to open the brocade curtain with blurred eyes.
There was also a wine jar in his slender hands.
He squinted his eyes slightly and saw the person clearly.
"Here we come..." Hua Rong sat up, waved his hand, and the brocade curtain in front of him slid to both sides.
The originally strong smell of alcohol also dissipated completely.
Yun Yanchu stood there and looked up.
On the soft couch, wearing a dark blue brocade robe, she looked extremely noble.
At this moment, he was lazily and elegantly leaning on the soft couch, his indifferent eyes falling on her.
"Come here." Hua Rong saw Yun Yanchu standing three or four meters away from him and raised his hand slightly.
When Yun Yanchu heard the words, he took a few steps closer to Hua Rong, stood on the edge of the soft couch, and met Hua Rong's eyes.
"You've grown up a lot." Hua Rong looked at Yun Yanchu, whom he hadn't seen in three months. The little guy's black hair was combed neatly by Mo Zhifan.
A few strands of hair were blown off by the wind when they came, and fell on the forehead.
Yun Yanchu's obedient appearance as he stood there always aroused some bad thoughts.
For example...ruffle her hair.
Hua Rong thought so and did so.
Yun Yanchu watched helplessly as he stretched out his sinful right hand towards her, then landed on her head and messed up her hair.
Yun Yanchu:......!??????
Huarong:(?ˉwˉ?)
Seeing Yun Yanchu's stunned expression, Hua Rong felt a little better.
Hua Rong, who had satisfied his own bad taste, raised the corners of his lips slightly, retracted his hand, sat up and asked.
"Today...how about I teach you swordsmanship?"
When Hua Rong asked this question, his mood was visible to the naked eye.
But Yun Yanchu was still scolding Hua Rong for being an old and disrespectful guy, for actually messing up his hair and acting like nothing happened.
Yun Yanchu stared straight at Hua Rong, his accusing eyes reaching into Hua Rong's heart.
Seeing this, Hua Rong raised the corners of his lips even more. After getting closer to Yun Yanchu, he said, "If you keep staring at me like that, I will gouge your eyes out."
Hua Rong's voice is always very soft, as if he hasn't eaten enough (bushi).
But as soon as he opens his mouth, it's easy for people to get goosebumps all over their bodies.
Yun Yanchu pouted and looked speechless. He had done something bad but he didn't allow others to show it to him.
Hua Rong is the only one who is so domineering in the world.
Seeing her expression, Hua Rong laughed wantonly, a deep and magnetic laughter overflowing from his chest, filled with intense joy.
He stood up and sat down, stretched out his hand and picked up Yun Yanchu.
Yun Yanchu only felt the world spinning in front of her eyes. When she came back to her senses, she and Hua Rong were already in a forest.
When he glanced around and felt many unknown auras, Yun Yanchu knew it.
Her master became ill again.
"Swordsmanship is only taught once. Whether you can master it depends on whether you can walk out of here alive today." Hua Rong smiled with a smile on his face, but the words he said were enough to chill people's hearts.
Yun Yanchu was so fashionable and didn't know where she was, let alone what kind of "opponent" this crazy master would find for her.
But she knew that things without blood were not worth Hua Rong's efforts.
"Disciple knows." Yun Yanchu's soft voice sounded in the forest.
Seeing the little guy's appearance of not knowing what timidity was, Hua Rong waved his hand and hung two long swords in front of him.
He moved his fingers slightly, and the smaller of the two long swords flew in front of Yun Yanchu, and he stepped forward and grabbed his own sword.
The blade of the sword trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound.
Yun Yanchu instantly grasped the hilt of the long sword in front of him, and saw Hua Rong in front of him holding the sword and turning slightly, and the lazy aura on his body suddenly changed.
The long sword in Huarong's hand flew like a dragon, and streaks of silvery white light streaked through the air, driving strong winds that blew the surrounding leaves and messed up the broken hair on Yun Yanchu's forehead.
The sword was powerful and fast, the sword wind roared, and Hua Rong's figure swayed, as if his whole body had turned into a phantom.
But the swordsmanship drill, which was so fast that it was just a phantom, now formed a series of frozen pictures in Yun Yanchu's mind.
Seeing the sword move, Yun Yanchu instantly felt the temperature around her rise sharply, and the air seemed to be frozen, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Hua Rong was very fast, pointing his sword at Yun Yanchu, and the sword edge was approaching quickly.
At the moment when the sword's edge was about to touch Yun Yanchu, the sword seemed to have not concentrated its force from beginning to end.
But the harsh sound of swords that echoed through his ears told Yun Yanchu that what just happened was not an illusion.
The cold murderous aura conveyed by the sword in front of me is frightening.
Yun Yanchu's eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him with a faint smile on his lips.
Crazy! Simply a lunatic!
Pointing the concentrated sword at her apprentice, she dared to say that Hua Rong was the only one in the world of immortality.
Before Yun Yanchu could speak, the sword in Huarong's hand disappeared between heaven and earth.
And he stood up straight, looked sideways, raised his thin lips in a slight arc, and said: "Your opponent is here, little guy, don't let me down."
After saying that, he patted Yun Yanchu's head, jumped up, and landed on the branch of a big tree behind Yun Yanchu.
Looking down at Yun Yanchu.
Yun Yanchu turned back to look at Hua Rong, and saw him waving his hands, raising his eyes slightly, and looking in the direction in front of Yun Yanchu.
There was a strange movement in his ears, alarm bells rang in Yun Yanchu's heart, and he turned around instantly.