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On the other hand, Yi Qingyun had never been so flustered before. When he heard Mo Chen said that he would not go to school with him today, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

In this state, he really couldn't stay with the other party in a calm state.

The boy's breath seemed to be still beside him, and it couldn't go away. Yi Qingyun's ten fingers were tightly pinched, his palms were sweating slightly, and the embarrassment in his heart did not dissipate for a long time.

Just now, my heart was beating too fast, like a beast clamoring to break free from the prison with many obstacles.

Yi Qingyun feels that he is a steady and self-reliant person, since he was a child.

In his memory, when other children were still at an age when they were getting bored with their parents, he had already learned to restrain himself so as not to cause trouble to the family.

Later, when he was a little older, when other children were still at the age when they started to fight against their parents, he even started to subsidize the family and help the wet nurse to take care of his mother.

Restraint, restraint, and self-sufficiency are probably the talents that Yi Qingyun has mastered since birth.

He was always sure of that.

Just like before, he also had unspeakable throbbing towards Mo Chen, but at that time he felt that he was still able to handle himself with ease, and he could control himself well.

until just now...

He thought he probably overestimated himself, after all, he was still a teenager with too little experience.

Just a vague touch was enough to make his scalp tingle.

Such intense and absurd emotions were enough to make him, who had always been calm, instantly defeated and fled.

He was going to be late for school, his black clothes were rattling, Yi Qingyun ran fast, the cool wind blowing on his face finally made the heat on his face dissipate slowly.

He seemed to have regained his usual icy composure.

Only the life-threatening throbbing just now still lingers in his heart and cannot be forgotten.

Tianmen sect has eighteen peaks, all of them are quite tall, and so is Xianjun peak.

High mountains have many advantages, such as being suitable for overlooking, such as being suitable for repairing, but there are also some disadvantages, such as the weather is cloudy and sunny.

At the bottom of the mountain, the sky was shining brightly, but on the top of the mountain, it was actually raining.

Most of the disciples of Qingxiu have the habit of carrying umbrellas. After all, the rain comes as soon as it is said, and they have not yet reached the level of cultivation that can prevent the rain from getting on their bodies.

The light rain was splashing, and the disciples rushed to Tingxue to run up the mountain holding an umbrella, but there was a white figure who was different from the others and went down the mountain.

She was holding a lake-colored round flower umbrella, which set off her face a little paler, like a light cloud coming out of Xiu.

What a beauty out of this world.

Many people stopped unconsciously and stared blankly at the woman's face, their expressions uncontrollably showing obsession.

Murong Yue has long been used to other people looking at her strangely, she just walked around with her umbrella in hand, she knows that she has outstanding looks, and there are always people who can't help but take a look at her wherever she goes.

But this time she walked against the flow of people, and those people looked very blatantly by staring at her, even Murong Yue couldn't help frowning, and her steps were a little chaotic.

The stone steps were slippery, and Murong Yue was a little annoyed, she didn't pay attention to her stepping, and lost her center of gravity.

At this moment, a strong hand tugged at her arm, stabilizing her firmly.

"Be careful." The deep voice warmed Murong Yue's ears.

It was rare for Murong Yue to show a little embarrassment on her pale face for being so disrespectful in public.

Murong Yue raised her head upon hearing the sound, and what caught her eyes was an expressionless cold face and a pair of clear and distant eyes.

It's him?

Murong Yue was in a daze for a moment, this boy was the one she met not long ago, the one from the Yi family.

It's just that at this time the other party is quite different from when they just met, the whole person seems to be a different person except for the facial features.

Murong Yue stood still, pursed her lips, and wanted to thank her, but who would have thought that the young man would have let go of her long ago, and left by mistake.

Didn't even look at her more?

Murong Yue was taken aback, it wasn't that she was being sentimental, it's just that this kind of situation is really rare.

She is also a person who maintains her own identity. If others ignore her, she will not chase after her to thank her. She stabilized her mind, let out a sigh, and returned to her original indifferent appearance.

After thinking about it, he finally turned around and looked for the black figure in the crowd.

Today is the last class of listening to learn.

Many disciples came early, because the hearing society announced the results of the moral test.

This result is still very important, mainly because if you fail to meet certain requirements, you will be directly driven down the mountain by the Tianmen sect.

Although there are not many such disciples every year, it still makes many disciples tremble with fear.

After finally joining the Tianmen Sect, it would really be aggrieved if it was removed for this reason.

Yi Liancheng also arrived very early, his expression fluttered, everyone could see that he was in a good mood, presumably it was because Murong Yue came with him to attend school today.

Although Murong Yue just dropped by to see, Yi Liancheng felt that his Yue'er wanted to send him to study.

Many people who wanted to make connections took the opportunity to gather around Yi Liancheng. Apart from Ji Ruohua's royal background, the Yi family had the deepest roots and most lush leaves.

Soon several people will surround Yi Liancheng, showing their abilities.

It's not difficult to please Yi Liancheng, it's just flattery, or saying a few bad words to slander Yi Qingyun.

According to their observations, Yi Liancheng obviously favored the latter, and it was easier to win favor by scolding Yi Qingyun than ten compliments.

"I really don't know how Yi Qingyun was chosen to study with us! Pure Yang Physique? Did the elder really see it right? It's not surprising that he admits his mistake to a physique that has never appeared in a thousand years."

"Me too. He looks totally out of place here. A lowly status is always lowly. Did you see him this morning? I laughed so hard."

"I saw it too, not just this morning, he looks like he came back from scavenging outside every day, in tatters. The first time I saw him like that, do you know who I took him for?"

"Send that handless stinky beggar in the market."

Everyone laughed up and down, no matter how funny it was, the main reason was that Yi Liancheng laughed, so they had to smile too.

Yi Liancheng sat on the seat with a mocking look on his face, and said loudly: "I said a long time ago that he will only embarrass the Yi family. I knew he was a scourge the first day he came. Sooner or later, I will he……"

Mr. Yi fell silent halfway through his ruthless words, those few people were surprised, seeing Yi Liancheng staring blankly at the outside of the gazebo, they followed along.

Golden Bamboo Sea!

In the rainy days, the golden bamboo sea is so bright that their eyes hurt.

The black-gold headband tied her long hair in a docile way. The long hair was lightly laid on the low-key and noble coat, and the straight back was faintly visible, like a strong bamboo. Among the cliffs and valleys, there is this Lingyun Qi." temperament.

Then look at those eyes without a trace of warmth, that alienation as sharp as a blade, made everyone's hearts tremble.

Among their classmates, is there such a sullen and rich... ruthless person?

This person is really the most enviable look for teenagers of their age!

I really want to hand him a long black lacquer sword again, that would really be the perfect appearance of their self-fantasy.

"Let's go." The "Golden Sea of ​​Bamboo" came over and said indifferently.

"Ah, good, good." The disciple was leaning on the table, so he quickly stood up and made way for others.

Oh my god, it's so scary!

But this person is too suave and uninhibited!

Damn, I envy this man.

They turned their heads to look at the stern figure, and then saw that man walked to Yi Qingyun's place and sat down.

"How is it possible..." Consciously slipping his tongue, Yi Liancheng closed his mouth gloomily.

"My God, that's a tailor-made dress made by Mu Chunyuan's embroiderer. I know the embroidery on the waist."

"Oh my god! Mu Chunyuan? There's no garment that's lower than a high-grade spirit stone." Someone said in a low voice.

"How much does he want?" Someone asked curiously.

"I haven't seen it before, I guess...it's tailor-made." After saying this, everyone couldn't help but gasped.

"That kid Yi Qingyun made a fortune? But he looks really good."

"Yeah, if I have money, I'll do it too."

"Shut up, everyone." Yi Liancheng felt depressed, and waved his hands to drive everyone away, "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Everyone was scolded fiercely, and no one dared to speak for a while, and they all returned to their seats.

Yi Qingyun sat there silently reading the book, not aware of other people's eyes on him.

Of course, even if he noticed it, he couldn't think of the reason.

Even when Ji Ruohua came in and saw him later, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

After a while, everyone came together, and a fairy-like elder walked in.

The author has something to say: I swear I intended to write it well, and I wanted us Xiaoyun to make an amazing appearance exuding bastard spirit.

Then it seems that I wrote some sand sculptures...

It must be my illusion, what I wrote is the orthodox cultivating immortals!

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By the way, does the name Yi Qingyun really resemble Netease Cloud? !Scratch your head!