Even the person behind his back loves... I don't understand what is going on in Xie Wanyou's mind.

It was late at night, and Xie Wanyou finally felt sleepy after listening to the gossip for a long time.

Seeing her yawn, Feng Ranzhou frowned and said, "Are you sleepy now?"

Xie Wanyou had to remind him: "Lord Demon Lord, it's almost time now." So it was normal for her to feel sleepy.

Time seemed to pass very quickly tonight. Feng Ranzhou glanced at the dark sky outside the window, pursed his lips and said, "Then you can go to sleep."

Xie Wanyou lay down and when he pulled up the quilt, he suddenly said: "I don't want to sleep, and I still want to talk to you."

Feng Ranzhi's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "Then don't sleep and talk to me."

Xie Wanyou changed the topic again: "No, no, I have to get up early tomorrow to practice sword practice, so I'd better go to bed."

Feng Ranzhou: "..."

It wasn't until he saw Xie Wanyou snickering that Feng Ranzhou realized that Xie Wanyou had just been teasing him.

Feng Ranzhou took a deep breath: "Xie Wanyou, when we meet next time, I will definitely..."

Xie Wanyou pretended not to understand: "Huh?"

Feng Ranzhou looked at her without saying anything, with a hint of danger in his eyes.

Xie Wanyou was embarrassed to look at him, so she turned her back. After a while, she turned back and asked him: "Feng Ranzhou, there should be no ghosts in Xuancang Sword Sect, right?"

Feng Ranzhou: "Why do you ask that?"

Xie Wanyou covered half of his face with a quilt: "When I went to the ancestral hall today to offer incense to my ancestor, the memorial tablet of the fifth uncle, which was originally well placed, suddenly rolled off the table - as if someone kicked it off.

Yes, it’s quite scary.”

"..."

"But with the power of Master Xuantian, there should be no such unclean things in Xuancang Sword Sect."

Feng Ranzhou was silent for a long time, and then he said expressionlessly: "There is nothing unclean. It's probably because Ancestor Xuantian was unhappy with that tablet, so he left it down."

Xie Wanyou breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and muttered: "That's good... remember to turn off the communication, I'm going to sleep."

Over there, Xie Wanyou's breathing gradually became calmer. Feng Ranzhou looked at Xie Wanyou's sleeping face in the picture. He held the ink pen in his hand and hadn't moved it for a long time.

After a long time, he pressed his eyebrows, thinking of the kicked-down tablet, and shook his head helplessly.

…

At Mao hour the next day.

After Xie Wanyou woke up, she crawled out of bed with difficulty and put on thick outer clothes.

It was too early for the cub. Xie Zhuoxing subconsciously turned over when Xie Wanyou got out of bed, scratched randomly in the air, squinted his eyes, and soon fell asleep again.

Before going out, Xie Wanyou walked to the bedside, leaned over and kissed the sleeping cub, and stroked its soft fur.

His fingers touched the longevity lock on its neck. Xie Wanyou touched it subconsciously, feeling a little confused.

Why is this longevity lock so hot?

When did Feng Ranzhou cut off the phone last night?

News?

However, this thought only passed by in a flash. Xie Wanyou didn't think any more, picked up the sword and walked out the door.

Fortunately, it didn't snow today. Xie Wanyou flew to the school grounds with his sword very quickly.

At this time, many Xuancang disciples in white sword training uniforms were already standing neatly in the school field. Most of the sword cultivators in Xuancang Sword Sect were taciturn, so no one on the field whispered to each other, and they all stood upright. For a while, the school field

There was only the sound of wind.

Xie Wanyou arrived too late, which inevitably attracted the attention of many Xuancang disciples.

Gradually, someone recognized her, and the solemn expressions of many disciples immediately broke, and they became a little more surprised.

Despite this, no one in the field was whispering about this matter. Although everyone looked surprised, they quickly accepted the fact that Duxuan Sword Master's young disciple had returned.

A senior brother even pointed a direction to Xie Wanyou, and Xie Wanyou thanked him and hurried over.

The expression of the senior brother she thanked suddenly became even weirder.

This Junior Sister Xie mocked him for being a commoner earlier, and now she actually thanked him?

Xie Wanyou didn't notice the strange behavior of the senior brother just now. She just felt that the entire Xuancang Sword Sect was quite friendly to her appearance, which made her feel relieved.

It’s actually not that embarrassing…

This is also related to the atmosphere in Xuancang Sword Sect. Most of the people who can come to Xuancang Sword Sect are good swordsmen. Everyone is obsessed with exploring the way of swordsmanship. How can they have time to gossip about others behind their backs?

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Because of this, the original owner, who had a wandering mind, seemed so out of place after he entered Xuancang Sword Sect.

Xie Wanyou finally found his place. After standing, he realized that Rong Zhiwei and Yan Mingshu were both there.

Rong Zhiwei had been waiting for Xie Wanyou, and the time was about to pass. He thought that the junior sister was going to break her promise again, but when she saw that she was really here, she couldn't help but slightly curled her lips in relief.

Unlike Rong Zhiwei, who had long known about Xie Wan's tryst and came to morning exercises, Yan Mingshu on the other side suddenly saw his junior sister on the school ground. He was stunned and even suspected that he was dreaming.

Is this the junior sister?

Junior sister can actually get up early on an extremely cold winter day to practice swordplay?

Yan Mingshu spent almost the entire morning in a trance.

When the morning practice was over, Yan Mingshu's expression became even more dazed when he saw Xie Wanyou actually taking the initiative to ask Rong Zhiwei for advice on swordsmanship.
Chapter completed!