The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

"Why didn't you choose me?" Yun Ying asked Cui Zun suspiciously, "Aren't they looking for a strong person to temper their body and sword intent? Isn't I more suitable than Gao Mingyu Zhu Tianyang?"

Cui Zun was silent for a moment, then said after deliberation: "Maybe they... think that killing a chicken is a sledgehammer."

But in his heart, he wondered why this girl couldn't keep up in this kind of place. Although there are some inner and outer disciples who are dedicated to Taoism, how many of them can be as crazy as Su Minglang, who would risk their lives just to learn the sword technique ah.

It was said that he had put his life on the line, managed to squeeze into the top [-], and got a lot of points for himself, so why not climb up steadily, and insist on gnawing at Yunying's tough bone.

Such a simple truth, Yunying actually can't figure it out...

As soon as this year passed in his mind, he heard Yunying say: "I seem to understand, what they want is a relatively good ranking, not to prove that their own skills are not enough, isn't that the case?"

Cui Zun said: "It should be."

I thought Yunying would think they were worthless, but Yunying sighed: "It's true that all living beings are suffering, and it's really not easy to improve your cultivation steadily."

Cui Zun is completely upright, I don't understand how Yunying thought of this, in fact, Yunying just remembered that she doesn't really like embroidery, but because she can only get a little from the maids and housekeepers by working as maids He lit the oil lamp and embroidered with trembling hands suffering from frostbite.

In the winter of the year before last, she had a high fever because of embroidering until late at night.

The handkerchief she made that time was Qin Linger's. Qin Linger's personal maid, Chunxiang, opened the door at random, and threw two silk handkerchiefs into her embroidery basket, asking her to embroider flowers, plants and butterflies. She will be here in two days. Pick.

She felt dizzy with a fever, and she had pricked her hands countless times. The blood almost dyed the silk thread red before she embroidered both handkerchiefs.When Chunxiang came to get it, she saw the blood-stained handkerchief, and she yelled angrily, saying that she deliberately damaged the expensive silk handkerchief, deliberately trying to get her punished, and then dragged the handkerchief away.

Not long after, Qin Ling'er rushed over angrily with a whip in her hand, and ordered the maid to hold her down on the ground, and beat her with the whip until her body was in a mess, and her yellowed coat was soaked through with blood. , just stopped.

That night, she endured the pain and curled up under the cold quilt, trembling with pain everywhere in her body.

She felt in a daze that she was going to die at this time, but she woke up early the next morning.

For three whole days, she didn't even have the strength to get up from the bed, because the girl who came to bring her meals couldn't see it, so she supported herself on her knees, fed her the cold soup one bite at a time, and whispered to her : "The maidservant and a few little sisters secretly boiled some hot water. While the steward was asleep, the two of us brought the water over to wash the lady's body. Although it is winter, if these wounds are not treated, accidents will happen."

Relying on the kindness of those two maidservants, she managed to escape from death by chance.When she was able to get up a little on the third day and went to see Mrs. Li, the aunt just looked at the swollen marks left by her ears from the whip, and shook her head at Qin Linger: "Isn't Linger Do you know that you don't hit someone in the face? If your cousin showed such a face in front of your father, your father would be furious."