Chapter 118
"Oh?" The smile on the teacher's face suddenly subsided, and he got up and walked towards her.

He squatted in front of Xu Nuan, and whispered softly: "Show it to the teacher. It was really given to you by the ancestors. After that, you will be able to practice swordsmanship in the school openly."

Xu Nuan hesitated for a while, and finally took out a book from the storage bag and handed it to him, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, please don't tell my parents this secret, okay?"

The teacher nodded and reached out to take the book. Seeing that it was an advanced sword technique, his eyes widened.

Seeing the words "Qinglian Sword Art" written on it, disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"This……"

The teacher moved his mouth, but didn't know what to say, then carefully returned the book to Xu Nuan, and said with a serious expression: "The ancestor gave you this exercise because he saw your talent, and you must practice hard in the future .”

Xu Nuan nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

The teacher reached out and patted her head, and continued to instruct: "This exercise is with you, and you must not let outsiders know it, understand?"

"Understood!" Xu Nuan winked at him with a smile.

teacher:"……"

The teacher couldn't help sighing after standing up, looking down at the pink dumpling in front of him, how could he be jealous of a little doll...

Alas, blame him for not having grandchildren yet.

At this time, Xu Qingshu was still standing outside the window not far away, and only then came back from her thoughts when she heard the playful laughter inside.

Her dark and deep eyes were slightly sunken, and a hint of resignation flashed in her eyes.

Chu Jinyun is an obsession in her heart, an obsession that cannot be eliminated for many years.

God's will tricks people, he died when she loved him the most, when he was close to the wedding date...

At that time, all her expectations were in vain, but she still didn't want to believe that he disappeared after he disappeared, even though the soul lamp was extinguished.

But for so many years, she has been deceiving herself and others.

"Heh." Xu Qingshu suddenly felt a little ridiculous, turned around and walked towards Qingyunxuan indifferently.

Night falls.

Xu Qingshu sat on the chair dignifiedly and elegantly, her delicate face was expressionless, and she looked lazily at the notebook in her hand.

An Ze, who was striding over from the yard, couldn't help but chuckled when he saw her like this, "Is the phone running out of battery again?"

Xu Qingshu raised her eyebrows, raised her eyes and looked at him, "An Ze also knows me."

Anze chuckled, and sat down on the chair next to her carelessly, "Stop doing this, I'm here to discuss something with you, I've already opened the store, and I want to borrow something from you."

Seeing his malicious appearance, Xu Qingshu said indifferently: "If there is anything missing, you can tell the butler directly, or find Patriarch Xu."

"This...they can't decide."

Hearing this, Xu Qingshu flicked the book for a moment, then turned her head towards him, "What do you want?"

An Ze chuckled, "The name of your Xu family ancestor, as long as my shop has a relationship with you, those who want to curry favor with you will have to sell crazy in my shop!"

These words seemed to be within her expectation, Xu Qingshu nodded casually, "It's up to you."

"As expected of my good brother! New products will be released in the future, and I will send you milk tea and fruits every day. Your benefits will definitely be indispensable." Anze said and ran away.

Not long after he left, he came back again, smiled at Xu Qingshu and said, "Doing business with me will definitely not ruin your reputation."

After finishing speaking, he reached out and patted her on the shoulder solemnly, as if you believed me.

"Okay, but there's no need to bring things every day." Xu Qingshu said with a chuckle.

(End of this chapter)

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