Yan Yue was bluffing her, she never said this in front of her master, but the two of them laughed and secretly discussed it in private.
Even now, Chongmen Huan still feels that the name of Master Ban Hui is really incompatible with a beautiful man like her master.
He deserves a better-sounding name, not dusty, not the slightest bit of cheesy.
Chongmen Huan found that when he was recalling these pasts, this state of mind was still the same as when he was a girl, and he felt that he had suddenly returned to the past.
It's a pity, only she is still nostalgic for this past, the girl Yanyue who played with her, played with her, talked to her, and was punished with her for trouble, is no longer in this past.
She took a very different path from her, and her heart ached.
How sad should the master be?
Before the master accepted them, he never thought of accepting apprentices, but later he broke an example and accepted them, but it brought so many disasters to his life.
She, like Yan Yue, is an unfilial apprentice.
Thinking about it, the uncomfortable energy in my heart became more and more uncomfortable, and I was very sour, and I didn't know how to repay the master's kindness for reconstruction.
The furnishings in the study are very simple, a desk, a chair, an inkstone, a row of pen holders, and on the desk is a piece of white rice paper that has not yet been written.
All around the study room are high and low bookshelves, and the collection of books on the shelves is too many to count.
It seems that no matter what time it is, no matter what kind of situation it is in, the master still likes to read and collect books as much as before.
Some of the books in this study may be Mei Shisan's, and some are from the master.
These two men who have been kind to her with their hearts and lungs and their lives have left their traces in this place, and she is standing now, only feeling that her heart is churning and she is speechless.
That kind of touching is the most important thing about her light vitality.
His eyes swept over the bookshelf, and he was suddenly caught by something.
It was a bookshelf behind the desk, with books neatly laid out, and bits and pieces, one of which hung in the middle, and her heart twitched.
She remembered the wooden sword that was tied with red rope and carefully hung on the bookshelf.
That was when she first went up the mountain, the master made it for her personally, and let her take this wooden sword to learn to dance the sword, and the dance was several years, and it has always been her saber on the Yin Yang Mountain.
The master didn't let her use the iron sword, he often said that holding the iron sword in her hand will eventually be infected with the current learning, and people will also be angry, and it is no longer as simple as at the beginning.
At that time, she didn't think so, thinking that only the iron sword could dance the best sword flower.
Later, she vaguely realized what the master meant, the wooden sword is just for cultivation, and the iron sword is for killing!
The moment he decided to pick up the iron sword, he decided the reason for his killing, his hands were stained with blood, and then along the way, there was no way to stop.
She didn't stop either, and became a sharp weapon in Yan Jiuming's hands.
Kill one person after another!
Later, he was also numb, and was assimilated by Yan Jiuming's thoughts, thinking that in order to survive, he must die!
Either someone else dies, or she dies!
Killing has become a matter of course, forgetting the master's original intention of making a wooden sword for her with his own hands.