Long Qingyue picked up a book and flipped through it. It introduced spiritual skills, but someone added a row of small words next to the text, which seemed to be his own opinions and experiences.
The font is graceful and elegant. Obviously the person who left the calligraphy is her mother Ye Lan.
"Qingyue, are you really here?" A man's warm and familiar voice sounded outside the door. Long Qingyue looked up and saw Ye Chuge walking quickly. Dressed in green clothes, he was as elegant as an immortal.
"Chu Ge."
"Qingyue, are you okay? Did they make things difficult for you?" The worry in Ye Chuge's eyes slowly faded away when he saw that Long Qingyue was intact.
"I'm fine." She pursed her lips and smiled. In the entire Qingyun Sect, apart from her grandfather and uncle, Luo Chuge felt more cordial to her. But she never called Ye Jietang grandpa, nor did she call Ye Nian.
uncle.
Maybe there is resentment towards them deep down in my heart.
"Qingyue, last time I sent the third elder back, I only heard about those things about you later... Fortunately, you are okay." Ye Chuge had a hint of guilt in his eyes.
"I'm not doing well."
With Ye Chuge as a living map, Long Qingyue quickly became familiar with the terrain of Qingyun Sect.
The sunset is dreamy and blurry.
After dinner, Long Qingyue lay on the eaves and looked at the stars in the sky.
The bright moon rises, like a jasper disk, floating in the sky, so bright and clear that it seems as if it is within reach.
Ye Chuge sat beside her, looking up at the bright moon in the sky. The gentle breeze rolled up their hair and entangled them together.
"Although the scenery here is beautiful, it is the coldest. It is not as carefree as the worldly world."
Long Qingyue turned her head to look at Ye Chuge. There was a hint of loneliness under the man's handsome face. She didn't know his story, she only knew that he was the proud son of heaven and a peerless genius. In the entire Qingyun Sect, he was the most respected person in the same lineage.
The best among the disciples, he had high hopes. Everyone except the elders would nod to him or show a flattering smile when they saw him.
Maybe, everyone has a story.
"I am just a disciple from the side line. My parents unfortunately died during a training, and I was the only one left... I was looked down upon, humiliated, beaten and scolded. The sect leader didn't think much of me either, and he never even said a word to me.
.It wasn’t until one day during the test that they discovered my amazing talent and started to notice me... I don’t know how many people were envious of me in this glorious halo... Haha..."
Ye Chuge smiled silently, but there was no hatred in his eyes, only indifference.
It turns out that he had a very hard life before.
Although it is just a few short sentences, not everyone can understand the hardships and difficulties involved.
Ye Chuge suddenly turned to look at her and said with a smile: "Qingyue, tell me your story, I want to hear it."
Long Qingyue was stunned and curled her lips, her own story...
"I used to be a loser...heh, I guess you already know that."
Seeing the girl's indifferent gaze and the helpless smile on her lips, Ye Chuge's eyes darkened, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes.
The golden light shone, and the heavy and simple bells of the Qingyun Sect rang. A new day began. Many Qingyun Sect disciples had gathered in the martial arts field early in the morning to study hard and practice hard.
Early in the morning, Ye Nian came to the courtyard of Lingxiao Pavilion and shouted: "Xiaoyue, the sect master is here to tell you."
As Ye Nian arrived at the political hall of the Qingyun Sect, Long Qingyue felt some quite powerful auras in the room as soon as he walked outside the hall.
