Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

China mainland.

The ancient wild land, Qingxuan Sect.

On top of the straight and towering cliffs, a classical sect is built against the mountain, magnificent and spectacular.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the sect's buildings are arranged in an orderly manner, with red walls and golden tiles, as if isolated from the world, giving people a mysterious and noble atmosphere.

The bright moonlight is poetic and picturesque, shining across the mountains and rivers, quiet and deep, intoxicating.

The sect's lower courtyard did not look impressive from the outside. Most of the plaster on the walls had cracked, revealing the weathered blue bricks inside, and the tiles on the roof were covered with a thick layer of moss.

It can be seen that this yard is quite old.

Ye Qian'an walked here again, looked at the familiar scene, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

He still remembered that it was in this lower house that his junior sister Zhou Tong slandered him for molesting her in order to become the direct disciple of the head master Dan Yangzi.

Now that he is back again, it seems as if the scenes of the past appear before his eyes, allowing him to return to the sect again and become an ordinary outer disciple in the sect.

Ye Qian'an walked into the room with a longing heart. Perhaps because no one had cleaned it for a long time, the room was already covered with dust. Even the wine gourd he left behind was rusty and had already been weathered and corroded.

Nowadays, this courtyard has long been banned from living by the sect, and a barrier has been set up. Except for the elders and the head of the sect, no one is allowed to set foot here.

Ye Qian'an gently brushed the dust off the wine gourd. Even though it was dilapidated, the happy memories of drinking with his fellow disciples in the past came flooding back.

A complex emotion surged in his heart, including relief for the injustice he had suffered back then and also a sense of regret about the passage of time.

He paced slowly in the courtyard. Although the stone pavement under his feet was a bit rugged, it seemed to be taking him back to the past.

“Things and people have changed, but every blade of grass and every tree in this courtyard still bears traces of the past.”

Ye Qian'an whispered.

………………

The moonlight is bright and the wind is cold.

Xiaozhu Peak.

As one of the mountains with abundant resources in Qingxuan Sect, the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak are almost all women. The mountain is rich in a kind of bamboo that can be used to temper low-level weapons.

Named "Fire Bamboo"

This kind of bamboo is emerald green in color, with blood-red roots and a slender body. It has nearly half as many nodes as ordinary bamboo, but it is extremely tough and is known as the best in the world.

It is the best choice for refining magic weapons.

Ye Qian'an took advantage of the night and unknowingly arrived at Xiaozhu Peak of Qingxuan Sect.

He did not disturb the monks here, but came to the back mountain of Xiaozhu Peak.

The environment here is beautiful, with birds singing and flowers blooming. The clear lake water flows slowly along the mountains and rivers. The fallen bamboo leaves drift in the wind and fall on the lake, creating ripples.

The picturesque scenery will inevitably make people drunk.

"It's still the same as before." Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back to take a sip, then stepped onto the boat and sat down, quietly enjoying the comfort brought by the breeze blowing across his cheeks.

"Who are you to dare to trespass into my Xiaozhu Peak restricted area?!"

At this moment, a shout came from afar, and then a beautiful woman came rushing from the sky.

The woman's eyebrows are like smoke, shining like spring flowers, like a lotus fairy, soft and elegant, holy and elegant. She has long curly hair that is as bright as stars, shining with the silver of moonlight, like stars at night.

Her eyes were as deep as the sea, full of endless wisdom and mystery. They were eyes that saw through everything and yet embraced everything.

Ye Qian'an slowly opened his eyes, and the moment he saw the girl, his tense face unconsciously revealed a smile of longing: "Xuezhu, long time no see."

That’s right, this woman is Lin Xuezhu, the daughter of Bai Yuling from Xiaozhu Peak.

Now that they meet again, Lin Xuezhu has grown into a grown-up girl and has long lost her shyness and innocence.

This is very normal for cultivators. After all, Xue Zhu is already over a hundred years old. It is impossible for her to be as innocent and lively as ordinary disciples.

"It has been another sixty years since we parted here, Xuezhu, long time no see."

Lin Xuezhu couldn't believe her eyes and staggered back two steps. But when she saw that this was really the uncle she had been thinking about, she burst into tears.

“Uncle Master, it’s really you… wuwuwuwu…”

Lin Xuezhu threw herself directly into Ye Qiyan's arms, tears falling down, unable to suppress the pain in her heart any longer. At the same time, she hugged Ye Qiyan tightly, as if venting all the pain in the past sixty years.

Ye Qian'an stroked Lin Xuezhu's hair as usual and said gently, "You are already the leader of Xiaozhu Peak, why are you still so fond of crying? If the sect disciples saw you, they would laugh at you again."

"How dare they!" Lin Xuezhu said with red eyes: "Master, why did you come back suddenly this time? I thought you would never come back."

"of course not."

Ye Qian'an told Lin Xuezhu about his understanding of the artistic conception. The so-called artistic conception of reunion might be the real regret that he did not say goodbye to his family when he left that year.

Lin Xuezhu knew nothing about this matter, but she was happier than anyone else to see her uncle return.

Ye Qian'an gently wiped the tears from Lin Xuezhu's face and said softly, "You are already so old, but you still cry. If Senior Sister knew about this, she would laugh at you."

"I don't care~" Lin Xuezhu threw herself into Ye Qian'an's arms coquettishly, rubbing her face against Ye Qian'an's chest, and whispered: "Uncle Master... I really miss you, so much."

"Master Uncle misses you too."

Ye Qian'an hugged Lin Xuezhu and looked at the direction in the distance, feeling a little melancholy. In the past hundred years, he had experienced a thousand years of things. Logically speaking, he was now more than a thousand years old.

For Lin Xuezhu, the separation was only a hundred years, but for Ye Qian'an, this separation was a thousand years.

“I didn’t expect that after so many years, our Xuezhu’s cultivation has broken through to the fusion realm. It seems that you can also become the head.”

When the headmaster was mentioned, Lin Xuezhu became a little angry: "Uncle Master, do you still remember the headmaster Dan Yangzi?"

"Remember, what's wrong?" Ye Qian'an asked.

If it weren't for the sake of Master Leng Qianning and Grandmaster Yun Yangzi, I would have slapped Dan Yangzi to death, let alone let him live until now.

Lin Xuezhu covered her lips and laughed out loud, "Brother, that guy is crazy."

"crazy?"

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an was startled and said in surprise: "Dan Yangzi is crazy? No way?"

"He's really crazy. The acting head is Uncle Dijun Wan now."

(End of this chapter)