Wen Yujian couldn't help but be startled. He didn't expect Yan Ling to answer so directly.
He thought for a while and then asked: "Did you also steal the five hundred taels of silver notes at Yaoyuelou that time?"
Yan Ling regretted it, it turned out that Wen Yujian still remembered this incident.
Seeing Yan Ling's silence, Wen Yujian took it as her admission. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I saved you tonight. I can help you leave Liewu Villa again, but you have to negotiate a deal with me."
Yan Ling immediately became vigilant. Wen Yujian was from the royal family, and the deal he was talking about would not be so clean.
If Guiyan knew about it, I'm afraid he would be angry. Guiyan always hated people in the court.
"Don't want to?" Wen Yujian stared at Yan Ling with burning eyes.
"Yes, I refuse." Yan Ling nodded. Guiyan was her mentor, and she did not want to have anything to do with Wen Yujian, otherwise it would be difficult for her to extricate herself in the future.
Wen Yujian frowned slightly and turned his head slightly, not wanting to see Yan Ling's watery eyes again. He sighed and said, "Okay, I won't force you."
Yan Ling lowered her head and did not ask further. There seemed to be a trace of sadness in Wen Yujian's eyebrows. She also knew the situation in the court. Wen Junchi was now in power. Although Wen Yujian was the emperor, he was still under the knife's edge.
She doesn't want to get involved, she doesn't want to participate in this war.
Ten days later, Yan Ling returned to Beiquan Mountain. Her arrow injury was much better. But that night, although she did not negotiate a deal with Wen Yujian, Wen Yujian still helped her escape.
Yan Ling felt a little uneasy, but it was difficult to guess Wen Yujian's thoughts.
This house built on the mountainside really made Yan Ling suffer a lot. She finally climbed up, but she felt a sharp pain in her calf. It seemed that the wound was open.
She didn't care, she just wanted to find Guiyan quickly. Sure enough, Guiyan was meditating in the room, and when she heard a little noise, she opened her eyes.
"Where have you been these days?" Guiyan frowned, with a hint of reproach in his tone.
"I went to Liewu Villa." Yan Ling replied, "But I found a sword manual."
Just as she was talking, she had already taken out the "Ethereal Sword Technique" with a smile on her face.
Gui Yan only glanced at it, then hurriedly walked down and took the sword manual from Yan Ling's hand. His hands were trembling a little. He flipped through a few pages and his eyes couldn't help but moisten when he saw every move on it.
"It's it...it's really it." Ghost Eyes said with a trembling voice, "It's been twenty years, and I never thought I could still see this sword manual."
Yan Ling was a little stunned. Guiyan had always been quite calm. She didn't expect such a big reaction at this time. But thinking that this sword manual once belonged to the master Bo Li Yi, Guiyan must have been hurt.
"Master, does this sword manual really belong to my uncle?" Yan Ling was also quite happy.
Ghost Eye nodded and said: "Yes, there are a total of eighteen styles of this ethereal sword technique, but each style has great changes. This set of sword techniques was created by your uncle, and he should not be called the Spirit Sword Master.
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"So it's so powerful." Yan Ling's eyes lit up. It seemed that she had really picked up a good book. If she practiced this sword technique, her martial arts would probably be improved to a higher level.
She also leaned over and took a look, and saw the first move above, and continued: "Master, can I practice swordsmanship?"
Guiyan was stunned for a moment, then he closed the sword manual and hesitated for a while before saying, "Yan Ling, please keep this sword manual with me for now."
Yan Ling didn't think too much and nodded: "Just listen to the master."
On this day, Su Dai couldn't bear to eat solid food, so she stopped eating at all. She already felt that her mouth had no taste, and she probably couldn't live any longer.
Yan Wuxue glanced at her and said, "I am so picky. I have to go down the mountain to buy things every month, and you are still picky."
"Third Junior Uncle, don't you think that if you eat dry food every day, your mouth will no longer taste?" Su Dai asked him in return.
Yan Wuxue was already used to Su Dai calling him third master uncle every day. He said calmly: "What can we do? Master and I have never cooked."
When Su Dai heard this, her eyes immediately lit up. She quickly walked up to Yan Wuxue and said, "Third Junior Uncle, I can do it, I can do it!"
Yan Wuxue glanced at her in surprise, obviously not believing it. Even if she cooked it, she probably wouldn't be able to eat it.
"Third Junior Uncle, do you have any ingredients?" Su Dai was already ready to make a move. She had been staying in Beiquan Mountain for almost a month. She had to eat dry food every day. How could she bear it?
"There is dry food." Yan Wuxue only said these three words.
Su Dai's face suddenly darkened and she said, "How can you cook this!"
Yan Wuxue looked at Su Dai for a while, then clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I'll go down the mountain and buy some. If you can't eat what you make, I'll make it look good to you."
Su Dai nodded quickly and watched Yan Wuxue leave. Although Yan Wuxue still didn't like her very much now, the relationship had improved a lot.
But old man Beixue and Su Dai rarely see him.
During this month of peaceful life, her mood had become much calmer. She lowered her head and saw the long sword leaning against the pillar. This was a moon-covering sword given to her by Ghost Eye. She pulled out the long sword, and the blade of the sword became hairy.
Shining with dim light, cutting iron is like mud, extremely sharp.
Ghost Eye once said that this sword is very suitable for her character.
As soon as her figure floated, she flew into the courtyard and waved her sword in the falling snow.
Her limbs are soft, her sword moves freely, and her moves are full of spirituality.
It has to be said that under the guidance of Guiyan, her martial arts has made great progress. Even Yan Wuxue, who has always been aloof, will give her a few pointers. As a result, if she is asked to fight Shangguan Lingyan again, she may not be able to do it.
lose.
But looking back, is this really what she wants?
She had almost forgotten her original intention.
Confused, she stopped and stared at the sword blankly, feeling that her heart could not settle down.
The appearance that flashed through her mind just now left her at a loss.
She raised her head and saw Yan Ling standing in the corridor, staring at Su Dai blankly.
The look in his eyes was complicated, with a hint of surprise and a hint of unwillingness, but more importantly, resentment.
Su Dai felt a palpitation in her heart and asked softly: "Yan Ling, what's wrong with you?"
"Your swordsmanship..." Yan Ling walked over, snowflakes fell on her body, her small face was pale and colorless, and her big eyes were empty and lifeless.
Su Dai looked over, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.
"Who taught you the swordsmanship you just practiced?" Yan Ling asked tremblingly, her fists slowly clenched, she didn't want to believe it!