Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The Songmingfeng team was injured, and the other juniors from other sects who were traveling with them were not much better.

Jingliu had a protective golden light and a golden bell. Compared to Yanqu and the others who couldn't get up, Jingliu only suffered minor injuries. The result was that the residual external force when the golden bell was shattered rushed into his lungs.

However, Elder Cao felt that her angry words could easily cause injuries, so he and Hengjing and the others fed him sleeping pills and lay down in rows.

Only Cen Liu was left, well protected by a group of people.

When Yun Ci went to visit after being released by Elder Cao, Cen Liu was standing in the courtyard telling Zhong Changxu and the others what happened after leaving the ghost market.

After experiencing the ambush outside the ghost market, she also understood that there are good and bad sides in the world of cultivation.

But the little girl did not feel fear because of this. Instead, she looked like a plum blossom after snow, her straight and thin back exuding pride.

Seeing Yun Ci coming, Cen Liu bowed and called Senior Sister Yun.

There are some subtle differences from the Beast King's eldest junior sister at the beginning.

Zhong Changxu and the others also turned back to look at Yun Ci.

Several people quickly glanced at her left hand. After seeing no blood, they averted their eyes and continued to listen to Cen Liu's words.

The people standing guard outside the ghost market are evil cultivators who want to pick up the slack.

Everyone in the Transformation Realm has invitations, and the Fusion Realm itself has good things, so there is not much demand for the treasures in the ghost market.

Therefore, most of the people Mingxi and the others encountered were in the Nascent Soul realm, and the fights were back and forth, but the sect disciples were more magnanimous than them.

It was impossible to guard against those secret moves, so he suffered varying degrees of injuries.

At the end of the story, Cen Liu asked, "Senior brother, when can I stop being held back?"

Although they were almost the same age, Cen Liu could only be protected by Jing Liu and Lu Lingyou at that time, and it was too uncomfortable to feel that they couldn't help at all.

Zhong Changxu raised his hand and touched the little junior sister's head. The messy hair was now very smooth after Lu Lingyou took care of it.

He had a hearty smile on his face: "Everyone has come this way. Only after being protected can you understand the importance of responsibility." He smoothed the messed up hair just now, "So little junior sister, work hard and do what you can in the future." A shield that protects others.”

When Cen Liu entered the sect, Zhong Changxu and the others were still in the secret realm of the boundless sea. They often heard the disciples talking about how powerful the chiefs of the five major sects were. Although they had never met, Cen Liu sketched out a group of heroic figures from the disciples' words. Teenager appearance.

When she actually saw them, Yun Ci and the others were as strong as she had imagined.

Dependable, tough, and each able to perform their best in their respective fields.

So Cen Liu really couldn't imagine what it would be like for her senior brothers when they were weak children like her.

She asked: "These senior brothers are so powerful, but there were times in the past when they couldn't beat them?"

Ji Peng and Zhong Changxu, who have never been number one on the Nascent Soul Ranking: "." Don't use such a curious tone to ask such heart-wrenching questions.

Xi Xingyuan raised his fan to cover his face: "Pfft."

Ji Peng silently recited Tong Yan Wuji while gritting his teeth: "Yes, there were many people who couldn't be beaten before."

Wen Yinzhi next to him was glared at inexplicably. He thought for a while and said slowly: "The road must be walked step by step. No one is invincible from the beginning."

The so-called number one is not something you are born with.

When you are born, you need someone to help you learn to walk, and when you practice cultivation, you need someone to help you move forward smoothly.

"The purpose of our practice is to protect others. Our seniors protect us, and when we grow up, it's our turn to protect our juniors." A gentle smile appeared on Wen Yinzhi's face, "This is the so-called inheritance."

Today, this inheritance is like a seed falling on the ground and gaining new life.

Cen Liu also understood the so-called responsibility.

Jingguan held his head and looked at the little girl: "Practice cultivates the heart. You will encounter many things on the road. Don't worry about one of the small things."

It's not a good thing to hit a dead end, but it happens to everyone.

The improvement of cultivation depends on the speed of coming out of it.

"I understand, thank you senior brothers." After saying this, she saluted uprightly, and the sadness in her brows faded away and she smiled again.

After the knot in the heart is unblocked, the state of mind also begins to loosen.

Foundation building is just a matter of time.

After entering the room to check on Hengjing and the others, Yun Ci walked out and saw this scene, lowered his eyes and smiled.

Knowing that several people had absorbed the power of the medicine and were about to wake up, Cen Liu quickly ran to the room to guard them.

For a while, these senior brothers were the only ones left in the courtyard.

After Yun Ci sat down, he took out something from the mustard bag.

It is a scroll, the paper is yellowed, the ink lines are as long and thin as spring silkworms spinning silk, and they outline a picture of a beautiful woman in a flowing motion.

The delicate-looking beauty turned her mat hat upside down in her hand to catch the white magnolia that fell from the branch beside her. The tulle and her skirt were tangled together in the breeze.

Xi Xingyuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Where did you get this painting from?"

Yun Ci laid out the scroll on the stone table: "I found it in the mustard bag after coming out of the ghost market."

It was only when he was treating his injuries that Yun Ci discovered that there was something extra in his mustard bag, but Yun Ci had no memory of where it came from or when it was put into the bag.

There is nothing special about the scroll, ordinary painters can draw such works, and the materials used in the scroll are all common in the world.

The reason for releasing it, Yun Ci explained: "I met the person in the painting once when I was out of the ghost market."

Although the woman sitting on the plum tree was only glimpsed briefly, she was so beautiful that it left a lasting impression on people.

Zhong Changxu also stretched his neck to look at the painting. Hearing this, he asked, "Have you seen it? When? Didn't we come out together?"

"Didn't you see it?" Yun Ci said, "It's on the plum tree where Bai Xiang died."

Zhong Changxu hissed: "It shouldn't be. After we left the auction house, Jipeng and the others checked it out. The ghost market was all empty, and the tree was not there."

Others shook their heads.

Yun Ci lowered his eyes, that was the only one who saw it.

Why did you see a woman? who is she? And why is there a scroll with her likeness in his hand?

"Since you haven't seen it before, it's just for me." Yun Ci turned to Xi Xingyuan and asked, "Does the inscription on this look familiar to you?"

She clicked on the inscriptions in the upper left corner and said, "Everyone has their own writing habits. I feel like this cursive script was written by the same person as the characters I saw in the Hehuan Sect at that time."

This feeling is because Yun Ci found that the first stroke of each word likes to be drawn from top to bottom.

Cursive script does not have such strokes, and not everyone has this habit.

"A moment of youth?" Xi Xingyuan frowned and recognized the inscription.

Different from the consistent thickness of the lines in the painting, the words in the scroll are written extremely freely, as if the ink is not even covered with ink. There are only faint traces of ink left in many places where the brush strokes are connected.

"Ah." Xi Xingyuan put his fan against the words, and his tone could not tell the emotion, "Someone is telling me openly."

What the fan is holding against is the second word.

The word 'that' is written quickly and messily. The left side looks like the word 'xi' at a glance, and the structure on the right only leaves ink marks, like a crescent moon hanging beside the word.