Hangyun is really tired now. There is really no way to practice sword with Hangjun. Hangjun can only run to the side and practice alone when he sees it.
The day passes quickly in the busy time of practicing Qingcheng Sect with the clouds and the gentlemen, and there are two days left from Qingcheng Dabi.
Present Yuhuan before Zhangren Peak (Chapter 10)
Qingcheng Mountain is much more busy than people from all walks of life in Qingcheng Mountain. Sometimes Ji helps to decorate or receive guests. Those guests, especially the major sects in Sichuan, can’t be careless.
According to the status and work of Xing Yun and Xing Jun, it is bound to be busy, but now it is different. With Manglietia as a master and Taoist Muwu, it feels different. Manglietia directly, the two of them have to step up their cultivation and pull Xing Yun and Xing Jun to the back of the mountain.
At this time, it was the time when sword practice came to an end. After all, because they practiced too little, they could grasp a little before the big one, that is, one o’clock. Both of them were practicing swords desperately with this idea.
And Manglietia said to them at this time, "Well, from now on, you should give me a full rest."
Manglietia saw the walking clouds and the walking gentlemen talking and laughing, "I know what you think, but it is necessary to have a proper rest. You don’t want to go to the big competition just like this, do you?" Of course, you still have to practice the jade deficiency skill in the evening, and you can’t interrupt it. It is good to take a set of swordsmanship long ago. You can’t practice it any more. Leave it for a good rest until the back of the hill to adjust a state. "
I looked at my two disciples, Manglietia, and I was very emotional. I won’t talk about it. Although Manglietia had different expectations, what complaints can I have about being a master? You know, when Manglietia came back to see Qingcheng Mountain, there was no hard work drive before, and there was no brother to enter Manglietia’s eyes except for the sword and his two disciples.
What’s more, although Hangyun has made slow progress, it has also made progress, but it is only because of the express reference of Hangjun’s progress that the progress is slow.
Not to mention Hangjun, Manglietia is most proud of accepting Hangjun as an apprentice!
"Hangjun will definitely shine in this big match!"
Manglietia is convinced of this. Manglietia cares more about these two disciples, and now she wants them to rest in the best condition to participate in the big match.
Manglietia Manglietia explained the matters needing attention in these two days and went back to her residence. It was rare for Yunyun and Hangjun to get together alone for more than half a month.
Hangjun changed his posture and lay on the grass, looking at the pure blue sky and feeling to Hangyun, "Brother, you feel very lonely every night for more than half a month."
Xingyun looked at Hangjun’s slightly pale and emaciated face and replied, "I feel the same way, but I think we should get used to this situation. The teacher younger brother’s good qualifications will definitely attract Qingcheng to notice that he will definitely enter the Qingwu Hall, which is our Qingcheng martial arts resort. At that time, you and I can’t live together."
Here, Yunyun also learned from Hangjun to lie down like that and grow a sigh of relief. "Teacher younger brother, do you remember?" When we first got started, we looked forward to studying in Qingwu Hall. Brothers and uncles, we also made up our minds to get ahead. Although we didn’t get what we wanted later, it’s really different now. Master Manglietia is so strong, and you are so smart. You are not a brother. I can compete. "
Xing Jun suddenly sat up, his pale face suddenly turned red and excited and said, "Brother, how can you say such a thing?"
The clouds stopped the line and looked at the excited teacher younger brother and smiled. "Teacher younger brother, don’t worry. Brother said this is the truth. Our other disciples have all grown up. Teacher younger brother, you finally met Master Manglietia with such qualifications. A teacher like you can’t wave into the back of Qingwu University and never see each other again." We can’t always be together when we are old. That will also delay you. "
I patted Hangjun on the shoulder and smiled, "Besides, I still learn martial arts from Master. I want your brother to wait hard for a few years. Maybe our brother will all live together again. Hehe, this time, Brother Dabi and Master Muwu have to rely on your younger brother to fight for breath. Don’t let us down."
At this time, Hangjun’s mood became more stable. There was an imperceptible look in his eyes. He clenched his thin fist and said in a positive tone, "Brother, I will definitely win this time for you and the masters. Don’t worry, and even when I enter the Qingwu Hall, I will often visit my brother and the masters. I will wait for the arrival of my brother in the Qingwu Hall!"
Xingyun laughed, "This is more like it. This is my talented younger brother!"
The clouds are not as flushed as the current monarch, and his face is low, and his face looks a little tired and sad.
Two other disciples were lying and chatting together in this breezy mountain for more than ten years. Their feelings seemed to vent at this moment. They met when they were young, and were led by Taoist Muwu to accept their apprentices in Qingcheng. They were ambitious at first, then resigned and then appeared to Master Manglietia.
In a hurry, it’s getting late. Xingyun got up and smiled at Hangjun. "Brother, it’s getting late. Go home first. Master Manglietia is worried, hehe."
Hangjun Hangyun was reluctant to part with him. Hangyun looked at Hangjun’s thin back and sighed. He turned to his hospital and thought, "I have to cook well in person today. Master Muwu is also very busy these days. Although it is said that it is Master Manglietia’s request, my heart is still very uneasy. After all, Hangjun is more promising than himself, but he has not made much progress."
At this time, the clouds are a little bit dark and hate themselves. Is it really gone? Two pulp-cutting and remolding pills didn’t work, which not only failed Master Manglietia’s hard-earned magic pill, but also disappointed the two masters.
Of course, this is Hangyun’s own idea. In fact, although Taoist Muwu and Manglietia felt a little slow about the progress of Hangyun, they were not disappointed. After all, it was less than a month ago, and the progress of Hangyun was not bad. It was compared with the progress of Hangjun that made Hangyun blame himself so much.
Just as the clouds were walking back, a little girl sobbed and looked up to see Yuan Sirong sitting on the roadside at Qingshidun, crying in a low voice. Yuan Sirong looked up at the footsteps of the clouds, and his eyes were red and swollen with tears. He just stared at the clouds and didn’t look lively.
Present Yuhuan before Zhangren Peak (Chapter 11)
"Miss, what’s the matter with you?" Xingyun hurried to Yuan Sirong.
Xingyun has never seen this touch in Yuan Sirong’s acquaintance in recent years. In her impression of Xingyun, Yuan Sirong has always been happy and lively. Recently, the 15-year-old boy felt a little hazy because of giving away the secret script. Although Xingyun doesn’t know much about it, Yuan Sirong knows his feelings very well. Every time he touches the secret script, he feels not the thin thickness but the deep feelings recorded in the past two years.
Although the secret book brought a lot of trouble to Xingyun in the first place, it almost made him possessed! But now the benefits of this secret book are more and more obvious. With the weakening of the rope-like sense of restraint, the work growth in the same period is much more than before.
However, Yuan Sirong’s identity is always a big knot in her heart. After all, Xingyun knows that she looks average, although she is strong and not low, but her martial arts is really poor. Even if she is studying with Master Manglietia, it will take a long time to succeed. Xingyun has always felt that she is not worthy of Yuan Sirong.
Although Yuan Sirong looks ordinary, he is not ugly. Yuan Sirong belongs to the kind of girl who is very tolerant and forbidden to look at. Some girls may look amazing at first glance, but they can’t help but look at Yuan Sirong carefully. Otherwise, Yuan Sirong is not coy at all. Although she is a little fat, her natural and innocent expression makes her feel more beautiful.
Xingyun Yuan Sirong spent a long time together. In Xingyun’s eyes, Miss Yuan Sirong is actually very beautiful and likes her herself, but she just doesn’t dare to express it. Because Xingyun knows that even if she expresses it, it won’t change any facts unless her martial arts is the best of the younger generation. Now Xingyun really envies her teacher younger brother Xing Jun’s genius qualification.
Clouds forcibly pressed these unpleasant thoughts and squatted down to ask softly, "What’s the matter with you, Miss Big? Why are you crying so sad? "
Yuan Sirong stopped his tears and bowed his head and said gently, "Can’t you just call me Si Rong? Why do you keep calling me Miss Big? "
The clouds look a little dim and say, "Miss Big, I …………………………………………"
Xingyun couldn’t speak for a moment. In fact, Xingyun tried to call Yuan Sirong "Big Miss". Every time "Miss Big" shows her slight inferiority, she has little contact with people in Qingcheng. In the past two years, she has really come into contact with girls, and Yuan Sirong has been a playmate for two years, the only girl, which has been deeply planted in her heart. By the time Yuan Sirong gave her cheats, her feelings are white, even for young people.
Xingyun is thinking that if he really studies hard with Master Manglietia, he will be old even if he practices. I wonder if Yuan Sirong can wait until then?
Just when the clouds were gloomy, Yuan Sirong looked at the novels of the clouds with red eyes and realized that "I’m going to get married"
Clouds feel like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking their ears, and my head is in chaos at the moment, and a voice keeps echoing in my mind. "How did this happen? How did this happen? "
Yuan Sirong couldn’t help but burst of sour tears flowing down his eyes when he saw that Hangyun was deeply hit.
Clouds grabbed Yuan Sirong hands tightly as if she would go to Ling Fei at any time and kept repeating "what happened? What will happen? "
At this time, Xingyun has no normal thinking and will keep repeating in recent days. Sometimes, Xingyun always wonders whether Yuan Sirong will have a future, but the conclusion is-"No"! The reason is that Xingyun’s own martial arts are so low that he can’t attract the attention of his elders in Qingcheng City.
After no chance to walk, I can escape from myself. I want to pay attention to myself carefully. "My martial arts are not good, and there is no way to do it. Even if I don’t blame myself, Master Muwu is not because I can’t."
However, this kind of self-consolation shattered when Manglietia appeared as a couple of disciples, namely, Yun Yun and Xing Jun, and her insignificant progress made Yun Yun have no excuse to escape from reality.
Now Yuan Sirong has come to tell him that he is going to get married, and finally even the last bit of luck has been smashed, but he keeps asking, "What?"
Yuan Sirong was pinched by a walking cloud, and it was getting more and more painful. I couldn’t help but shout a "cloud, your hand hurts me."
Although Yuan Sirong’s voice is very light, it makes him confused and awake when he listens to the clouds. Many smell words hurriedly let go. Seeing Yuan Sirong’s two white wrists, there is a circle of purple marks, which is obviously caught by the clouds.
Xingyun loves nothing, reaches out and gently rubs Yuan Sirong’s wrist.
Just as Xingyun massaged Yuan Sirong’s wrist, Yuan Sirong’s face floated with a faint blush. Seeing Xingyun in such a hurry to care about himself, Yuan Sirong was very happy in his heart, but his wrist felt warm in his heart, but Yuan Sirong’s heart was cold at the thought of his horse being married.