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Ah Luo was startled, and then her mind roared. She didn't speak for a long time.

She seemed to have been uncovered by someone trying to cover up something, or someone had forced some charges that did not belong to her, and suddenly raised her voice in anger and aggrieved, "What do you mean! I did it for Hello, do you know...do you know what those people said about you, if you don't hold your breath, you!"

She was so angry that she stomped her feet and couldn't even speak.

Lu Xingwan was a little surprised that she reacted violently, but she still stared into her eyes calmly, "I'm mediocre. In this way, you have to care about people's words and shyness to survive, so what place do ordinary people have a foothold?"

"Is it me who should feel ashamed, or the person behind the scenes? Is it the heart or the tongue of a woman who cultivates immortality?"

A Luo knew that she had always been good at reasoning, but she argued with herself, but she felt more and more aggrieved in her heart, "Do you think everyone will reason with you? The law of the jungle is the normal state of this world. If your cultivation base is not high, those people Don't talk about you behind your back, even if you are killed, do you think anyone will care?"

Lu Xingwan looked at her as if he was looking at someone else, "What about you, do you also feel ashamed of me, do you think my life is cheap?"

It's not that Ah Luo never quarreled with her before, but today she feels that her gentleness is extraordinarily cold, like a little frost in autumn that seeps the coldness into her bones.

"You don't understand anything!" A Luo bit her lip and left such a sentence, turned around and ran away angrily.

Lu Xingwan looked at her back like ink, and her eyes were stained with blackness. In the past, she could understand A Luo's thoughts very well. The Cold Sword Sect didn't communicate with the outside world very much, but it was impossible to avoid the old acquaintance of the head. There is no shortage of outstanding people among the people who came here.

It is inevitable that there will be friction when young people get together, not to mention that sometimes there is no reason for maliciousness. Lu Xingwan's low strength is often the weakness of being gossiped.

After hearing a few gossips, Ah Luo couldn't get angry, and wanted to compete with others.

Lu Xingwan consciously acted frankly and without shame, but he also didn't like to be underestimated.

Of course, Alola practiced swords out of good intentions, and it was originally an inspirational thing for the two of them to make progress together.Just since when did the contradictions between them increase?

It's... when Ah Luo's realm is gradually higher than her own, and her progress is slow.

"You recruited the wrong one."

"How can you not understand after so many times?"

"You... Forget it, you won't understand no matter how much you say."

"Your realm has been stuck here for too long."

The dissatisfaction and disappointment pile up deeper and deeper, will it eventually wipe away all the friendship accumulated over the years, just like in the dream.

Lu Xingwan lowered his eyes slightly, standing still in the corridor.

A Luo angrily ran to the stone bridge of Jingshui. The distant mountains were picturesque, but she had no intention of admiring them.Looking back, seeing that Lu Xingwan did not catch up to coax her like in the past, he felt even more depressed.

Things have come to this point as if she has done something wrong by being aggressive, and she doesn't want to think about who she is so angry for.

In all honesty, Lu Xingwan is a very good person, and A Luo feels that there is no one who is more gentle and considerate than her in the world.

Ah Luo can't remember the appearance of her parents clearly, and the master often retreats.

The person who accompanied her the most was the second senior sister.

Later, the second senior sister left, the master was even more deserted, and the senior sister was unconscious again. The other senior brothers and senior sisters who loved her died and left. Only Lu Xingwan was left by her side. How could she not rely on what she liked? she.

A Luo once thought that Lu Xingwan was the best sister.

But when the old friends of Master came to visit with their disciples of the same generation, everything changed.

When those girls with elegant temperaments and gentle smiles talked about their cultivation bases, she excitedly mentioned the surprised and understanding eyes of those girls when Lu Xingwan was as cultivated as hers.

At that time, she only thought that she had said something wrong, but later she realized that their cultivation was too low.

Not to mention being compared with those favored sons of heaven, even the servants around them have a higher level of cultivation than them.

If she could go back to the past, Ah Luo would never shout excitedly in an extremely excited tone, "Sister Xingwan and I are both at the peak of Qi refining, and we will be able to build a foundation soon."

How proud I was when I was encouraged by Lu Xingwan, how ashamed when I realized it later.

Later, the master finally had the energy to pay attention to her, fearing that she would be stuck in one place like a frog sitting in a well, with a high cultivation base and no knowledge, so he sent her out to practice.

She heard those people who smiled kindly at her on the surface talk about pity behind their backs.

There is no lack of words in their words that the Cold Sword Sect is pitiful, and now they have to rely on an outer disciple for support.

It was also the number one sect in the world, and the hero is late.

The disciples of the outer sect are also considered to be grateful.

This is still a polite statement, but even if it is a polite statement, when talking about Lu Xingwan, it is still in a superior tone.

A Luo hated this condescending tone, as if Lu Xingwan was as contemptuous as a grass.So she is working hard to make herself stronger, and she will protect Lu Xingwan so that everyone will no longer despise them.But it was not enough for her to improve her cultivation alone, she asked Lu Xingwan to work as hard as her.

Lu Xingwan agreed, and they stayed with each other just like she did when she was young, practicing swords and sparring together every day, and she no longer needed Lu Xingwan to let her.

But the shackles of talent are so cruel, even if the master can point out Lu Xingwan and teach them the same exercises, she knows Lu Xingwan but doesn't.If she can, Lu Xingwan won't.Her cultivation has been improving, and Lu Xingwan's progress is almost nothing.

She understood that if Lu Xingwan was really outstanding, he would not have been just an outer disciple back then. If nothing happened, it might be difficult for them to have too many interactions in their lives. Her request for Lu Xingwan was actually a demanding one.

But she just wasn't reconciled, so she sometimes thought, it would be nice if the second senior sister was still there.In this way, the master may not give birth to demons, the Cold Sword Sect will not decline, and it will not be talked about in a sympathetic and ridiculing tone.

She just doesn't want to be underestimated, let alone Lu Xingwan. What's wrong with this?

Why can't Lu Xingwan understand, what does the phrase "you regard me as a shame" mean, what kind of person has she become in her heart?

The more Ah Luo thought about it, the more wronged she became, the more angry she became, she drew out her sword and slashed at the weeping willow not far away twice, still feeling uncomfortable.

She turned on her toes and originally wanted to find the elder sister, but the elder sister only woke up half a year ago and her body is still very weak, wouldn't it bother her to bother her with these things, and she would definitely tell herself not to be self-willed.

Ah Luo panted and retracted the sword

The scabbard was leaning against the tree dejectedly, but the sound-transmitting jade on his body suddenly shook.

A Luo hurriedly took out the voice-transmitting jade in her arms, and her friend Bai Qinhe's Qingyue voice came, "A Luo, I haven't seen you in recent days, how are you? I miss you a little."

A Luo's anger that had just subsided turned into grievance, "Qinhe..."

Lu Xingwan stood on the spot and calmed down for a while. Those dreams had unknowingly affected her mood. Even if she thought about it rationally, she would still unconsciously vent her anger when confronting A Luo.

Those fragments would jump out inadvertently to make her doubt, make her associate, and make her shake.

She thought about it for a while. In the past, she would not get angry with A Luo because of these things, and she could deal with it more calmly. Now A Luo must still be angry. It is better to cook some of her favorite dishes at noon and then coax her.

With the decision that Lu Xingwan would not stay where she was, she was not a person easily affected by emotions. After calming down a little, she went to the back garden to tend the spirit herbs for a while.

She thought that Lin Luoyue had woken up, and she couldn't just leave her alone in the room all the time, so she brought food and medicine at noon, and went to visit again.

She placed him in her own yard, because he was rescued by herself, and it was convenient to take care of him, and it was too far away to stay in Keju Peak.

As expected, Lin Luoyue had woken up again.

Lu Xingwan looked at her carefully when she was in a coma, but now that she is awake, she realizes that her beautiful eyes are not as gentle as the moonlight, but rather bright and lively like the scorching sun.

Although the whole person has not recovered from his injuries, he does not appear weak, like the flowers that grow naturally in the grassland, exuding vitality.

"Miss Lu, you're here." Seeing her coming, Lin Luoyue subconsciously stroked her messy hair.

She didn't care about these details before, but now facing a girl like Lu Xingwan whose every move is elegant, it seems that she is extraordinarily rude and embarrassed if she is casual.

Lu Xingwan smiled apologetically, "It's really rude to let Miss Lin sit alone in the room, but there are not many servants in the sect, I will buy some more in these two days."

There are only three maids in the Cold Sword Sect, all of whom she bought from the foot of the mountain.One is Mo Zhu, who is careful and silent to take care of the frail elder sister, and the other is Gui Xiang, a top-notch cook. She is also responsible for frying Lin Luoyue's medicine.

As for the third helper she trained, she is quick-witted and named Ah Zhi, who has been helping her with errands, and is not in the Cold Sword Sect now.

Lin Luoyue quickly said, "It's okay, I caused too much trouble for your faction."

Lu Xingwan no longer accepted such polite words that might take several rounds, but just poured the medicine into a bowl and brought it in front of Lin Luoyue.

Lin Luoyue smelled the faint scent of grass and woods on her body, which made her feel at ease and comfortable, and felt a little relieved, but she felt a little uncomfortable seeing her so close.

She vaguely remembered that she was given medicine when she was unconscious, but at that time she was out of energy and couldn't care about the details.Now that he is sober and needs to be fed medicine, and it is still Lu Xingwan, it is not natural at all, "No need, I will do it myself."

Lu Xingwan held her arm with a free hand, as if to make sure whether she had the strength in her hand and whether she would overturn the bowl.

Her movements were light and fast, before Lin Luoyue could react, the medicine bowl was firmly in her hand.