After the trial, Xie Weiran was discussed both inside and outside Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty, and the popularity remained high.
Who would have thought that a sword cultivator with useless spiritual roots who could not reach the golden elixir stage could go deep into the underground palace guarded by poisonous beasts for thousands of years and obtain the spiritual frost arrow.
Simply a miracle!
Moreover, the disciples also discovered a shocking secret.
That is, Xie Weiran has a cold sword of the highest spiritual weapon level in his hand.
Although this sword is not an ancient artifact, it is made of thousands of years of ice crystals and is extremely hard. With just a slight wave, an extremely powerful cold air will be emitted, enough to freeze a mountain.
It is truly extremely precious.
It's a pity that no one else can touch this sword, because a disciple went to Xie Weiran to tell him about this, and the one with a cold face was more serious than killing him.
During the trial, Xie Weiran ranked first in both overall performance and individual performance, and successfully received all the rewards set by the leader at Luoyue Peak.
Taking advantage of the time to distribute spiritual stones and elixirs in the square, the young man couldn't wait to rush back to Luoyue Palace.
The room was empty. The young man frowned slightly and immediately teleported to the Bamboo House in the Back Mountain.
The bamboo house originally had a barrier for Zhu Yu to sleep in. Since the little devil was practicing swordplay in the back mountain, Zhu Yu removed it in order to give him a place to rest.
"Master?" the young man called softly.
The door of the bamboo house was ajar, and no one responded inside.
The young man pushed the door open and walked in. When he saw the sleeping white figure on the bed, he slightly curled his lips, walked over, sat on the footrest next to him, and stared at her quietly.
Xie Weiran has heard many people say that he has a good-looking face, but in his opinion, Master is the most beautiful person in the world.
The woman on the bed sleeps peacefully, her skin is fair and delicate, as pure as snow, her clear eyes are tightly closed, her long eyelashes are slightly curled, and her nose is straight and beautiful.
Xie Weiran couldn't get enough of it.
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, which was entangled with a strand of black hair, and he held it in his palm, his eyes full of endearment and tenderness.
The phantom mirror, pleasing to the heart, cleared away the layers of fog and he saw his own heart clearly.
He fell in love with his master.
It's either the disciple's respect and attachment to the master, or it's just that he likes it and has no rules.
He had been searching for the cause of his irregular heartbeat these days and finally found the answer.
The setting sun shines in some twilight rays through the window, illuminating the woman's white and tender skin, as if dyed with a light layer of rouge, making her beautiful and dreamlike.
The boy's heartbeat slowly accelerated, and there was infinite expectation in his heart.
It would be great if Master liked him too.
Night falls.
Zhu Yu got up after a full sleep, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked out the window. Seeing that the night was already dark, he suddenly remembered that today was the day when the little devil returned from the trial.
"Oh! Why did you forget it?" Zhu Yu slapped his forehead to wake himself up, arranged his clothes and flew to the front hall.
On the way, 888 jumped out and said quietly: [Yubao, the villain actually came just now.]
"Ah? Really?"
Zhu Yu was even more upset. How could any disciple come back after such hard work to see his master still sleeping? In the heart of the little devil, he might not be able to keep his cold persona.
Zhu Yu: "Xiaoba, I find that your coming back will only let me know more embarrassing incidents."
888:【嘤嘤嘤......Yu Bao doesn’t love Ba anymore, right?】
Zhu Yu: "Oh no! It's so nice to have you here!"
After saying a few words, Zhu Yu came to the front hall like a gust of wind.
It was already past dinner time. Zhu Yu was worried that the little devil was hungry, so he went straight to the kitchen, but found him in the yard.
Xie Weiran was meditating in the pavilion, with food on the table next to him, using his spiritual power to keep warm.
The young man was keenly aware of the presence of someone around him, opened his eyes, smiled at Zhu Yu and said, "Master."
Zhu Yu felt warm in his heart, a little embarrassed, and asked: "Are you waiting for me?"
Xie Weiran stood up, put out the bowls and chopsticks, and asked Zhu Yu to sit down: "Well, I made some wontons and want to eat them with Master."
The guilt of being a master reached its climax, and Zhu Yu sighed with emotion, this little devil must be too good.
The two sat down.
Zhu Yu picked up the spoon, scooped up a small wonton, tasted it, nodded and said, "Yeah, not bad."
Xie Weiran picked up another bowl of small wontons, put one in his mouth and brought it to Zhu Yu's mouth: "Master, try this, it's a new flavor."
Seeing Xie Weiran's attentive look, Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and bit the small wonton, chewing it slowly.
"Is it delicious?" Xie Weiran asked.
Zhu Yu nodded: "Yeah! This tastes amazing!"
"Eat it yourself, don't patronize me."
"good."
Xie Weiran smiled slightly and continued eating with the spoon he had fed Zhu Yu without caring.
That was the spoon she had eaten...
The little devil's movements were extremely natural and his expression was calm. Zhu Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.
Could it be that she is overthinking?
During the trial, Xie Weiran's outstanding performance had been told to her by her senior brother, and his appreciation for this talent was revealed in every word.
Zhu Yu is very proud, and the person she has chosen will definitely be good.
She had prepared a reward early and would give him a surprise after dinner.
"By the way, did anything interesting happen during the trial?" Zhu Yu suddenly asked with great interest.
In the past, the little devil would share every little thing that happened with her. Why is he so quiet when he comes back today?
The young man paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "The disciple killed a female monster."
"What kind of female monster? Is she beautiful?" Zhu Yu became interested and asked immediately.
The young man shook his head, frowned and tried to remember: "It doesn't look good, and it smells very bad. It looks like it hasn't been bathed in hundreds of years."
After hearing his description, Zhu Yu also became disgusted. Why are there female monsters in this world who don't like to be clean?
The world is really big and full of wonders.
…
The next day, the head of the sect found Zhu Yu and said that Qingyan Immortal Master had not returned from a training trip and that the new disciples in the sect needed to find someone to teach the swordsmanship lessons on their behalf.
"Junior sister, among the five of us, you and your senior brother are the only ones who have studied swordsmanship deeply. Please help me for two days."
In the palace, the master spoke with great emotion and sincerity, making it difficult for people to refuse.
Zhu Yu hesitated for a moment, nodded in agreement: "Okay."
The two chatted for a while, and Li Li left the palace gate. On his way back, he met Xie Weiran who was returning from sword practice in the back mountain. The young man looked cold and casually called "Master."
Li Li still admires this child very much and responded to him with a smile, "Don't be too hard when practicing swordsmanship. Young people should also pay attention to their health."
Xie Weiran nodded, seeing that he was about to open the barrier and go out, he suddenly said, "Master, don't you want to have a cup of tea before leaving?"
Li Li smiled and said, "After drinking, there are still a lot of things to do in the peak. Come back next time I have a chance."
Xie Weiran nodded, showing no emotion, watched him leave, and then turned around.
As soon as Li Li stepped out of the barrier, he felt something strange.
——The barrier has been reinforced.
Li Li: "..."
Turns out I was just pretending to be polite.
The third junior brother is indeed right!
This man is very thoughtful. At first he was worried that his junior sister would spoil the child by playing with him, but now he seems to be worried about his junior sister.