Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up trash

Chapter 12 tit for tat
Song Qingyue was at a loss for words for a moment, then raised his chin slightly, "So what."

Yan Yun shook his head and stopped talking, it was really not good.

Her sword is a first-rank and third-rank sword uniformly issued by the sect, and the blade has been worn and mottled for so many years.

Yanyun's tiger's mouth also had a thick layer of cocoon.

Song Qingyue didn't intend to teach her anything, she played every move very fast, and it didn't matter whether Yan Yun saw it clearly, she taught her anyway, and whether Yan Yun learned it was her business.

Anyway, when the senior brother asks about it, it's none of her business.

"See clearly?"

The sword was back in its sheath, her blue hair was flying, her gaze was like a star, shining a little bit, a bit willful and a bit proud.

"No."

Yan Yun is also honest, so fast, only ghosts can see clearly.

"Sister, please call again, I can't see clearly."

She did it on purpose, in fact, the original owner had already figured out the movements of the Wanhua swordsmanship, so she needed someone to guide her.

Since Song Qingyue wants to show off, then she will fulfill her.

Song Qingyue did it several times, but each time he got a reply that was unclear.

Annoyed, she threw the sword away and played the eldest lady's temper, "You are so stupid, I can't teach you, you learn it yourself!"

Yan Yun watched her casually throw the famous sword Shuanghua on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh, it's different to have capital.

The Frost Flower Sword is the proud work of the master craftsman. It is as powerful as Yu Feng, and it took several months to obtain it.

"Elder Sister is right, Yan Yun is dull and not worthy of your teaching."

Yan Yun took a step back, as if frightened by her, his eyelashes trembled, and his voice was pitifully small.

She wished that Song Qingyue would not teach her.

"Yan Yun will learn by himself. Senior brother, Yan Yun will never talk nonsense. It's all Yan Yun's problem. Senior sister, don't worry."

"Heh, if you say that, it's because Miss Ben is not good?"

Song Qingyue took a step forward, stepped on Yan Yun's sword on the ground with his pearl-covered embroidered shoes, and then crushed it hard with his toes.

"Crack-"

Cracks appeared on the sword body in an instant.

It seemed like this was trampling Yan Yun under his feet.

Seeing the flash of distress in Yan Yun's eyes, Song Qingyue raised the corners of his mouth, "It's just a broken sword. Seeing how distressed you are, you really haven't seen the world before."

Everyone stopped and looked at them quietly.

In just half a day, Song Qingyue's savagery and domineering were vividly displayed.

"It's just a broken sword. The senior sister stepped on it and stepped on it. Anyway, I just want to change it."

Yan Yun also smiled, and took a step towards Song Qingyue, stepping on the Frost Flower Sword inadvertently.

Someone in the peaceful sword field also let out an exclamation.

"I'm sorry, big sister!"

She quickly moved her feet away pretending to be surprised, and then smiled, showing no emotion on her dark face, "Master's sword is indeed a famous sword, it's okay to step on it like this."

Her gaze was always gentle and calm, just looking at Song Qingyue like this.

Song Qingyue's pupils shrank slightly, and his brows were raised very quickly. Her calm appearance fell into her eyes and became a provocation.

"How dare you step on my sword!"

She shouted coquettishly, raised her hand, and struck Yan Yun with scarlet spiritual power wrapped around her fingertips.

But Yan Yun did not fall to the ground as everyone expected, a pure white spiritual power barrier blocked her.

The pure white spiritual power is mellow, and it can be swallowed up in an instant.

It was Wen Qingyu.

When Song Qingyue stepped on her sword, the system reminded her that Wen Qingyu was here.

"Why is the spiritual power of the elder sister such a color? You have fallen into the devil world, and I'm afraid you may be infected with something bad."

Yan Yun looked at Wen Qingyu gratefully, and she suddenly looked at Song Qingyue and asked in puzzlement.

She looked distressed as if she really didn't understand, and she seemed to say this on purpose.

"That's because I received the strange fire from the demon world, and you don't understand even if I tell you, playing the piano with a cow!"

There was a glimmer of gloom in Song Qingyue's eyes, no matter how arrogant she was, she dared not be vague.

In the realm of cultivating immortals, any person, thing, or thing that is linked to the demon world will be strangled by the immortal gate.

On the other hand, Yan Yun just smiled, if he only received the strange fire from the demon world, how could his spiritual power be so evil?

Song Qingyue turned his head and looked at Wen Qingyu who was standing at the door. He was dressed in white like snow, the cold moon was shining brightly, untouched by the dust of the world, his slender figure was a little weak, but he stood straight, like a snow lotus on a high mountain.

"Eldest brother, she stepped on my sword first, and you still help her!"

Song Qingyue seemed coquettish and angry, and ran to him, complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Although I suffer from eye disease, I am not a careless person. Qingyue, don't overdo things."

He didn't like this, "I asked you to teach, not to play. If you don't want to, don't take it. Since you have taken the job, do it well for me."

Wen Qingyu's tone was serious and severe, with an irresistible force.

Yan Yun couldn't help giving him a high look. It's really hard to believe that Yu Feng, who can teach a disciple like Wen Qingyu, can also teach a little witch like Song Qingyue.

At first she thought that Song Qingyue was just a simple young lady with a temper. After all, he was good-looking and talented, and it was normal to have a little temper.

But now she realizes that Song Qingyue's thinking is too crooked, and his three views are not correct.

Song Qingyue was startled, as if she didn't expect Wen Qingyu to criticize her so harshly, but in front of so many people, her eyes turned red, "What about her? I fell into the devil world alone for so many years, and you all know that I am How did you get here?"

"If it wasn't for my fate, I would have died there long ago. What about her? Just because she resembles me so much, she took my place. What do you make me think? Why should she?"

Song Qingyue choked up, pointing at the innocent Yan Yun, venting his dissatisfaction.

Her hair was slightly disheveled because of anger, and it fell in front of her eyebrows, her brows were furrowed, her Qiushui pupils were filled with tears, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain immediately made other people in the sword field unbearable.

There were rustling discussions in the sword field, and unkind eyes fell on Yan Yun.

"Senior Sister, have you ever asked how I live? Where do you think I am doing well?"

Yan Yun's head was full of black lines. Hearing her words, he fell into deep thought, and finally couldn't help interrupting.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable stagnation in her heart, and she was even a little out of breath. Why did everyone think she was doing well.

Who said she had a good life?Are you all blind?

(End of this chapter)