The agreed time was almost here, and after packing up, the three of them walked to the top of the mountain. Ruyi was about to use Qing Gong to go up, but was stopped by Bai Qinghan: "Qing Gong also has losses, so don't use it. Let's go up the mountain.
"
The three of them walked side by side, all silent.
The originally gloomy sky started to rain lightly again.
Ruyi raised her head and looked at Qingyun Mountain under the hazy spring rain, trying to keep this scenery in her heart. This may be her last spring.
And Bai Qinghan glanced sideways all the way, and couldn't help but knit his brows into a knot every time he saw Ruyi's slightly sad expression.
Although they were speechless, their actions and expressions spoke a thousand words.
Tietou Zhao looked at the two of them but couldn't bear to look at them. He felt sour in his heart. He recalled the romantic events in his youth for no reason, which only made him a little sad. He screamed strangely: "I'm in a hurry, take the first step!"
After shaking off his Qinggong steps, he disappeared.
When the two of them arrived at the gate of the Qingyun Sect, the iron-headed Zhao Zheng was holding his iron head, leaning on the stone tablet and crying loudly. Even he himself didn't know why he was sad, whether he felt sorry for the little girl or was moved by the friendship between the two.
, or maybe it is melancholy that there is no successor, and the sect is dead...
In short, this was the first time for him to cry like this despite his age.
Seeing the two people coming up, he quickly wiped the snot and tears on his sleeves, pretended to be no one, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
The two of them had already seen him crying, so they didn't ask him out of fear of embarrassment.
Ruyi couldn't help but think to herself, they say that blacksmiths are tough men with a heart of stone, but they don't know that there is still a soft heart under the strong appearance.
After passing the stone monument, ascending the stairs, you will see an extremely huge square. The ground is made of green-gray glazed bricks. When it rains, the rain will reflect the surrounding everything. Walking on it, it is like stepping on the lake.
.
All the disciples of the Qingyun Sect are waiting in formation on the square. At a glance, they can see a huge sea of people, which shows the prosperity of the Qingyun Sect. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect are all dressed in green robes, which perfectly matches the color of the mountain.
Ruyi smiled bitterly and shook his head when he thought of the few 200 people in the Xiaoyao Sect. Even counting young disciples like Tuantuan, the number was probably not even one-tenth of that of Qingyun's disciples.
Everyone was standing, but there was a red sandalwood Eight Immortals chair in the middle, and Song Zhuoqun, the leader of Qingyun, was sitting on it. There was a disciple next to him who held a paper umbrella for him.
When Tietou Zhao saw his arrogance as the boss, he became angry. He puffed out a burst of anger from his nose and snorted.
Originally there were still whispers among the crowd, but when the three people arrived, they all became quiet.
Song Zhuoqun rolled up his sleeves and stood up. He first bowed to Tietou Zhao and called him "Master" respectfully. Then he extended his hand and pointed to the two empty chairs beside him. This was for Tietou Zhao and Bai Qinghan.
After the two sat down, he sat back down.
As for Ruyi, Song Zhuoqun didn't even leave a place for her to sit.
"Headmaster Song, I have arrived at the appointment on time. When will the competition start?" Ruyi asked lightly.
Song Zhuoqun smiled and said, "You don't have to worry." He didn't take the little girl seriously at all. He didn't even call her "master" and only used "you" to address her.
He said a few words to the disciple holding the umbrella next to him. The disciple holding the umbrella handed the umbrella to someone else, and he held another umbrella with another disciple. He came to Ruyi and handed over a petition. The agreed time was almost here.
, after packing up, the three of them walked to the top of the mountain. Ruyi was about to use Qing Gong to go up, but was stopped by Bai Qinghan: "Qing Gong also has losses, so don't use it. Let's go up the mountain."
The three of them walked side by side, all silent.
The originally gloomy sky started to rain lightly again.
Ruyi raised her head and looked at Qingyun Mountain under the hazy spring rain, trying to keep this scenery in her heart. This may be her last spring.
And Bai Qinghan glanced sideways all the way, and couldn't help but knit his brows into a knot every time he saw Ruyi's slightly sad expression.
Although they were speechless, their actions and expressions spoke a thousand words.
Tietou Zhao looked at the two of them but couldn't bear to look at them. He felt sour in his heart. He recalled the romantic events in his youth for no reason, which only made him a little sad. He screamed strangely: "I'm in a hurry, take the first step!"
After shaking off his Qinggong steps, he disappeared.
When the two of them arrived at the gate of the Qingyun Sect, the iron-headed Zhao Zheng was holding his iron head, leaning on the stone tablet and crying loudly. Even he himself didn't know why he was sad, whether he felt sorry for the little girl or was moved by the friendship between the two.
, or maybe it is melancholy that there is no successor, and the sect is dead...
In short, this was the first time for him to cry like this despite his age.
Seeing the two people coming up, he quickly wiped the snot and tears on his sleeves, pretended to be no one, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
The two of them had already seen him crying, so they didn't ask him out of fear of embarrassment.
Ruyi couldn't help but think to herself, they say that blacksmiths are tough men with a heart of stone, but they don't know that there is still a soft heart under the strong appearance.
After passing the stone monument, ascending the stairs, you will see an extremely huge square. The ground is made of green-gray glazed bricks. When it rains, the rain will reflect the surrounding everything. Walking on it, it is like stepping on the lake.
.
All the disciples of the Qingyun Sect are waiting in formation on the square. At a glance, they can see a huge sea of people, which shows the prosperity of the Qingyun Sect. The disciples of the Qingyun Sect are all dressed in green robes, which perfectly matches the color of the mountain.
Ruyi smiled bitterly and shook his head when he thought of the few 200 people in the Xiaoyao Sect. Even counting young disciples like Tuantuan, the number was probably not even one-tenth of that of Qingyun's disciples.
Everyone was standing, but there was a red sandalwood Eight Immortals chair in the middle, and Song Zhuoqun, the leader of Qingyun, was sitting on it. There was a disciple next to him who held a paper umbrella for him.
When Tietou Zhao saw his arrogance as the boss, he became angry. He puffed out a burst of anger from his nose and snorted.
Originally there were still whispers among the crowd, but when the three people arrived, they all became quiet.
Song Zhuoqun rolled up his sleeves and stood up. He first bowed to Tietou Zhao and called him "Master" respectfully. Then he extended his hand and pointed to the two empty chairs beside him. This was for Tietou Zhao and Bai Qinghan.
After the two sat down, he sat back down.
As for Ruyi, Song Zhuoqun didn't even leave a place for her to sit.
"Headmaster Song, I have arrived at the appointment on time. When will the competition start?" Ruyi asked lightly.
Song Zhuoqun smiled and said, "You don't have to worry." He didn't take the little girl seriously at all. He didn't even call her "master" and only used "you" to address her.
He said a few words to the disciple holding the umbrella next to him. The disciple holding the umbrella handed the umbrella to someone else, and he held another umbrella with another disciple. He came to Ruyi and handed him a petition.