The entire top floor of the attic was still very quiet. Everyone looked at Ye Shaohan strangely. How could this kid dare to offend Wang Lin and severely injure him?
The two women behind Su Yun also stared at Ye Shaohan with their mouths agape. This young man's strength was actually terrifying.
The mute girl didn't have the unpredictable thoughts of everyone. She smiled politely at Ye Shaohan and hesitated, obviously thanking Ye Shaohan.
In response, Ye Shaohan just smiled faintly, took out a pill and handed it to the mute girl. He chuckled and said, "Take it and it will relieve the pain!"
Hearing this, the mute goddess was startled. She took the elixir and drank it. A stream of heat flowed through her body.
The pale face gradually turned rosy. The mute girl wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled gratefully.
Immediately, the mute goddess' expression changed slightly, and she immediately hesitated to Ye Shaohan, with a hint of worry in the corners of her eyes.
Ye Shaohan was naturally aware of the mute girl's worries. He smiled slightly, took off the wine bottle from his waist, took a casual sip, and chuckled: "It's okay, that person is not a threat to me!"
However, when Ye Shaohan's eyes touched the mess on the ground, his expression was slightly startled. In his opinion, Wang Lin was just a clown, but he could easily crush the woman in front of him to death.
Glancing at the guqin that had fallen to the ground, Ye Shaohan pondered for a moment. Although this woman was mute, her previous sound on the guqin showed that she was very accomplished in the guqin. It would not be a bad idea to let the teacher teach her how to play the guqin.
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"After this incident, you can't stay here any longer!" Ye Shaohan said helplessly.
Hearing this, the mute goddess was slightly startled, and then she realized that indeed, if Ye Shaohan left, how could she, a weak woman, withstand Wang Lin's anger?
Looking directly into Ye Shaohan's clear eyes, the mute girl nodded slightly.
For some reason, the mute girl always felt that there was something about Ye Shaohan that attracted her. Standing next to Ye Shaohan, the mute girl felt a sense of security.
Inside the Qilin, the jade pendant of the Fourth Generation Moon God shook slightly again. After a few breaths, it returned to calm again.
Ye Shaohan did not expect that the mute girl would agree without hesitation and smiled the same way.
Although the mute girl has not been able to speak since ###, her family background is quite good. It is precisely because she cannot speak that the mute woman will not be fettered by the world of mortals.
However, her family fell into decline and her parents died of illness one after another. Now, a weak woman like her has no choice but to work as an entertainer to make a living.
If it weren't for that birthmark, the mute girl would have had a good appearance and would have been teased by some prodigal sons. Therefore, the mute girl had suffered a lot in the past few years.
It's funny to say that in the end, the mute woman was able to avoid being defiled by those people because of the birthmark.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, the mute girl sighed slightly. She was really tired of the bumpy and wandering life, and she believed that the young man in front of her would be good to her.
Taking a few steps forward, Ye Shaohan picked up the guqin that had fallen to the ground. His eyes focused on it. This guqin was just an ordinary piano. The only thing that caught Ye Shaohan's attention was some words on the tail.
Three delicate words, obviously written by a woman: "Su Feixuan!"
"Su Feixuan!" Ye Shaohan raised his head and hugged the guqin, turned around and looked at the mute woman and said, "Is this your name?"
Nodding slightly, the mute girl also raised her head, looked at Ye Shaohan, and smiled gracefully.
"That's a good name!" After handing the guqin to Su Feixuan, Ye Shaohan took out a bag of gold coins, threw it casually on the wine table, and said to Su Feixuan: "Let's go!"
Holding the guqin in her arms, Su Feixuan followed quietly behind Ye Shaohan. The onlookers dispersed one after another, not daring to look directly into Ye Shaohan's eyes.
After casually grabbing a few bottles of fine wine, Ye Shaohan took Su Feixuan downstairs. The entire top floor was eerily quiet.
It wasn't until Ye Shaohan and Su Feixuan disappeared around the corner that the noise in the attic returned to the past, with waves of discussions springing up like mushrooms after a rain.
"Brother, how strong is that young man? With Wang Lin's cultivation, he was defeated so easily by him!" Behind Su Yun, the woman who had spoken previously said.
This woman is called Xie Min, and her cultivation level is quite good. Hearing this, Su Yun sighed slightly and said: "Previously, Wang Lin did not have the opportunity to fully demonstrate his strength, otherwise he would not have been defeated so completely, but this young man
Lang's strength is unfathomable, I'm afraid Wang Lin won't be his enemy even with all his strength!" Recalling the previous scene, Su Yun felt even more terrifying about this young Lang.
"Senior brother, compared to you, is that young man your enemy?" Hearing this, Xie Min was startled. He didn't expect that young man to be so powerful at such a young age.
"Not even close!" A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, Su Yun said thoughtfully: "However, if I use the sect's secret method, then I am confident that I can defeat him!"
Hearing this, Xie Min's face lit up. She had admired Su Yun very much since she was a child. In her opinion, Su Yun was the strongest.
Standing by the window, Su Yun looked down. Two of the figures stood out in the sea of people until they disappeared.
Looking up, Su Yun felt astonished. Isn't that direction where her sect is?
"Maybe we will meet again!" Su Yun murmured softly.
"Senior brother, what are you talking to yourself about?" Xie Min added a glass of wine for Su Yun and asked.
"No!" Su Yunruo looked meaningfully at the direction Ye Shaohan left.
Snow is flying, and its mountains are completely covered with snow.
Auspicious snow heralded a good harvest, and the simple villagers in his mountain village began to sow seeds.
The neat and orderly fields are endless. Two thin figures stand in a pavilion. The fields are surrounding the pavilion.
A melodious sound of the piano resounded over the entire field, the sound was low and clear, and kept ringing.
The sound of the piano came from the mountain pavilion. In the pavilion, a young man was playing the piano, and a woman stood quietly aside, with an intoxicated look on her face.
The white clothes are like snow, and the thin gauze makes the woman look even thinner.
The silky long hair hangs down, blocking the woman's cheeks. Looking up, this woman has a bit more of a noble temperament.
The cold wind was still like a roaring monster, and the clothes and skirts were rustling. After a long time, the sound of the piano dissipated. Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan looked at Su Feixuan, whose temperament was completely different a few days ago, and faintly
He smiled but didn't make a sound.
A few moments later, Su Feixuan woke up from the sound of Ye Shaohan's piano. At this time, Ye Shaohan chuckled and said: "Some people put their feelings in things, some people put their feelings in swords, but the player puts their feelings in the piano!"
"Only by integrating your emotions into the sound of the piano can your heart resonate!" Standing up, Ye Shaohan handed the guqin to Su Feixuan.
Hearing this, Su Feixuan fell into deep thought, and then smiled gently at Ye Shaohan.
It had been several days since the swordsman arrived. In the past few days, Ye Shaohan discovered that Su Feixuan's understanding of the piano was even stronger than his own, and she could understand it with just a little bit.
It is worth mentioning that a few days ago, Ye Shaohan accepted Su Feixuan as his disciple.
Sometimes, Ye Shaohan thought helplessly that although he was a warrior, he looked like a piano player. The secret spirit played the piano to him, and the same was true for Su Feixuan.
Without disturbing Su Feixuan's meditation, Ye Shaohan walked out of the pavilion and looked at the flying snow in the sky, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.
Among the three disciples he has accepted, Dark Spirit is undoubtedly the simplest, Lin Zhiyun is undoubtedly the strongest, and Su Feixuan is undoubtedly the one who understands human nature the best.
Although the three people have different experiences, they have one thing in common: they all have some disabilities.
"The Xuanbing bloodline on Zhiyun's body is a problem, and Feixuan's throat has been like this since she was a child. There is no way to solve it for a while!" Walking in the wind and snow, Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "There is also Xiaoling.
My legs!"
In the mountain pavilion, Su Feixuan stopped thinking and raised her head, but she did not see Ye Shaohan. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes.
Her eyes swept around in panic, and when she saw the figure in the snow, Su Feixuan breathed a sigh of relief.
She has lived a rough and wandering life since she was a child. Perhaps because she has seen too many ugly things, Su Feixuan has seen too much of the ugliness and ruthlessness of human nature.
It is precisely because of this that Su Feixuan is extremely grateful to her master.
"Feixuan, it's time to hurry up!" Ye Shaohan's gentle voice floated in the wind. In the past few days, Ye Shaohan had taught Su Feixuan the Ye Family's Wind God Technique, so Su Feixuan could barely withstand the cold.
of wind and snow.
After getting up and holding the guqin in her arms, Su Feixuan walked towards Ye Shaohan. Finally, the two figures disappeared into the wind and snow and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
The location of Sword Valley is not very far from Rongcheng. With Ye Shaohan's speed, he can reach it within one day.
However, in order to take care of Su Feixuan's injury, Ye Shaohan was not in a hurry. It was not until seven days later that Ye Shaohan arrived at the Sword Valley.
Sword Valley, although there is a valley after the name, the location of the sect is not a valley, but several peaks, collectively called Sword Valley Peak.
A few hours ago, Ye Shaohan saw the phantom of Sword Valley Peak. At this moment, the two of them seemed to be standing at the foot of Sword Valley Peak.
Standing at the foot of Sword Valley Peak, Ye Shaohan looked at the main peak of Sword Valley. It was cold winter, and the entire Sword Valley Peak was covered with a white coat, and the fragrance of plum blossoms lingered in his nose.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ye Shaohan turned his palm, and the sword sticker and jade book suddenly appeared in his hand. He murmured softly: "Sword Valley, we are finally here!"
Su Feixuan stood quietly behind Ye Shaohan. In the past few days, Ye Shaohan had told Su Feixuan that he was going to Sword Valley to deliver sword invitations. What surprised Su Feixuan was that the master was actually a disciple of the Sword God Sect.
Thinking of the Sword God Sect's status in the empire, Su Feixuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Wang Lin must not dare to cause trouble with the Sword God Sect easily, unless he seeks death.
"Feixuan, you will be right behind me soon!" Holding the sword post, Ye Shaohan stepped onto the stone steps of the Sword Valley Peak.
Without using any aura or movement skills, Ye Shaohan headed towards the top of Sword Valley Peak step by step.
Every time he took a step, Ye Shaohan's momentum increased, rolling up the white snow on the steps. From a distance, Ye Shaohan's whole body was wrapped in snowflakes.