My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

Wu Lingjun raised his eyebrows and hooked his hand at the puppet doll in Jiang Qingyu's hand. The doll seemed to be picked up by a big invisible hand and flew steadily into his hand.

"Not bad, Xiaosi!" He rarely praised.

After hearing this, Tang Yuan coughed shyly, hiding his reddish handsome face.

Master doesn't often praise him, but it seems that he is really good this time!

Wu Lingjun moved his fingers, and the puppet automatically flew back to Jiang Qingyu's hands.

This stand-in puppet made him think of an old friend who was different from his appearance.

He narrowed his eyes and said nothing more.

A few people were talking and laughing, but Wu Lingjun sat there quietly, watching his disciples playing around with a smile in his eyes.

Flowers are falling in front of the court, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing.

Such peaceful days will rarely happen again...

……

……

Jiang Qingyu knelt on the futon and looked at Wu Lingjun who was making tea.

"Master, I want to go to the sect competition!"

Wu Lingjun nodded: "Well, go ahead."

Jiang Qingyu: "In the name of Wuya Sword Sect!"

Wu Lingjun paused while washing his tea hands: "Well, you can go if you want."

Jiang Qingyu's straight back suddenly collapsed, and he sat crookedly on the futon, pouting: "Master, don't you stop this disciple?"

Wu Lingjun skillfully washed the tea, made the tea, made the soup, and divided the tea. He raised his head in confusion: "Why do you want to stop me as a teacher?"

Jiang Qing muttered, his voice getting lower and lower: "Isn't Wuya Sword Sect a refuge from the world? I thought Master didn't like us using the reputation of Wuya Sword Sect to spread the world of cultivation..."

A gentle chestnut hit his head. Wu Lingjun blew the hot air on the tea, took a sip of the tea gracefully, and said warmly: "You said it, but I never said that as a teacher."

Jiang Qing pursed his lips and rubbed his forehead, which was not red, "Then why do senior brothers never report their sect's name when they go out? I thought it was Master who asked me to do that, so except in front of my friends when I go out, I always use the name Loose cultivators call themselves..."

Wu Lingjun curled his lips: "The name of Wuya Sword Sect has long been lost in the torrent of time. Even if you say it, not many people will know about it. It is not as useful as the name of casual cultivator."

The only ones who know about it are all old people, who are dead and in solitary confinement. I am afraid that the juniors have never heard of the name of Wuya Sword Sect.

"However, I hope that our sect's name can be well-known. Master is the most powerful master. I hope that master will be respected by others!"

Wu Lingjun is very powerful!

In Jiang Qingyu's eyes, Master is the most powerful.

She has never seen anyone who can talk to Tiandao, and Master is the first one.

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then take Xiaosi to the sect competition to show your face and win first place for your master!" Wu Lingjun laughed loudly.

He knew that his little apprentice was not in vain, he had ideals and ambitions!
"Yeah!" Jiang Qing jumped out of the door happily, then stepped back: "Second senior brother, why don't we come together?"

"He has already passed the tribulation stage. In the past, he bullied the children. No one could compete with him. You can't let the group of graders go up and compete with him, right?"

Wu Lingjun smiled, his phoenix eyes narrowed into slits, which made him even more gentle.

Jiang Qingyu covered her face, screamed and ran away.

Really, she is so stupid!
Uh...

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Qingling Valley.

Zhou Shuning: "Ashu, the sect competition is about to begin..."

Song Shu was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a book in his hand. Maybe the sun was a little dazzling, so he used the book to block it. His voice was still gentle: "Shun Ning, do you want to go?"

I want to go with you, Zhou Shuning said silently in her heart.

She smiled, but said: "I will go if Ashu goes. If Ashu doesn't go, I won't go either. I want to accompany you." Song Shu put down the book, frowned and coughed twice, his face suddenly shocked. Abnormal redness, shortness of breath, and rapid speech: "This sect competition is a good opportunity for communication. I don't want you to give up because of me."

Zhou Shuning remained silent.

Seeing this, Song Shu could only soften his tone: "Shun Ning, I hope you won't delay yourself because of me."

"You know, I am a very proud person. If I cause you to stop on the path of spiritual practice, I will never be able to forgive myself."

A drop of water fell on the back of his hand.

It's raining?
Song Shu looked at the sky, the sun was shining brightly.

"Shun Ning?! You,,"

He was about to get up from the wheelchair in a hurry, turned around hurriedly and tried to wipe away her tears, but he couldn't reach her, "You..., don't cry,"

Zhou Shuning rubbed the corners of her eyes, her eyes and nose were red, and she emphasized: "I'm not crying!"

Song Shu followed her and said quickly: "Okay, you're not crying, it just rained!"

"Ok!"

Zhou Shuning slowly calmed down, took a deep breath, and adjusted her mood: "Master, my mother, father, and uncles and aunts are all asking about the whereabouts of Evening Primrose. I believe they will find it soon."

"Yes, we will find it." Song Shu's raised hand slowly fell down, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his voice could not be softer.

An outer disciple rushed into the courtyard panting.

——"Senior sister, there are two people outside the valley, a man and a woman. They say they are your friends. Do you want to bring them in?"

"friend?"

Zhou Shuning doesn't have many friends, and they are only a boy and a girl?
The outer disciples nodded like medicine: "They are waiting at the entrance of the valley now!"

Qingling Valley does not allow outsiders to enter. Those who seek medical treatment go to Huachun Hall, and the disciples of Qingling Valley will take turns to go to the clinic.

Zhou Shuning thought for a while and decided to go out for a look, so she lowered her head and said to Song Shu, "Ah Shu, I'll go out for a look."

Song Shu put down the scroll in his hand and said warmly: "Let's go together."

He also wanted to spend more time with Shu Ning.

Zhou Shuning smiled: "Okay, let's go together."

She pushed the wheelchair and the two of them walked towards the entrance of the valley, leaving the outer disciples standing there watching their backs.

He murmured: "Oh, senior sister and Young Master Song have such a good relationship. If Young Master Song hadn't been so weak, they would have been such a talented and beautiful couple..."

Song Shu, who had better hearing than ordinary people, twitched his ears, and the corners of his mouth rose inexplicably, but were quickly suppressed again.

Zhou Shuning, who had been paying attention to Song Shu: "A Shu, did you think of something happy just now?"

When Song Shu heard this, he no longer pressed his lips, and replied with a slight smile: "Well, it's a happy thing."

It's also unhappy.

His Pu Liuruofeng body and bones...are indeed not worthy of Shu Ning...

There was a bitter smile in my heart, but it didn't show any trace of it on my face.

The entrance of Qingling Valley.

Tang Yuan was bored and pulled out a piece of dogtail grass and held it in his mouth.

Jiang Qingyu leaned under the mulberry tree, looking at Tang Yuan as if he had ADHD, making tricks this way and making fun of others.

If Third Senior Sister was here, Fourth Senior Brother would definitely not be as naive as he is now.

Alas, another day of missing my senior sister...

The valley door suddenly opened. Jiang Qingyu looked at the couple walking out of the valley, raised his eyebrows calmly, and said, "Long time no see, you two."

Song Shu's heart skipped a beat when he suddenly remembered a certain promise left by Jiang Qingyu.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"