During the meal, the atmosphere was a bit strange, and the junior brothers threw down their chopsticks and said, "I'm full and I'm full"...

Old Zhu and Ning Xiaoran also looked at each other. Old Zhu left first. The master's wife looked at the remaining Zhu Lingyun and Xia Yuan, "You eat slowly, don't worry."

As he said that, the master's wife also flashed.

The only junior sister opposite Xia Yuan was left in the huge Wuxin Academy canteen.

When Xia Yuan saw that the person was leaving, he happened to be empty fried chicken legs and no one snatched them, so he picked up a few more chopsticks. Until the youngest sister stared at her resentful eyes for a long time, he only ate three fried chicken legs, four pepper, salt, and five braised sea fish, and then put down the chopsticks...

The little junior sister was still staring at him.

Xia Yuan also felt strange. If the school was really in danger, he could predict it in advance. Now that he is so mysterious, is it that his junior sister got some tickets?

When talking about the strange power and chaos god, his expression suddenly became gentle. Gentleness was a sign of massacre. He asked softly: "Lingyun, what's wrong?"

The youngest sister pulled out an envelope from behind.

Xia Yuan narrowed his expression.

Sure enough, it's another invitation?

The junior sister said nothing and pushed the envelope in front of Xia Yuan.

It's still a golden envelope, even the fire paint is gilded. It seems that this time the strange power of the gods has ruined a wealthy family.

Xia Yuan got used to it, and he asked, "Junior sister, where is this invitation to go to play?"

Junior sister: "Look at it yourself."

Xia Yuan grabbed the opened envelope, pulled out the letter paper, shook it, and spread it out.

From top to bottom, the content is concise and clear at a glance.

Miss,

It rained heavily the day before yesterday, and I met by chance on the street. Fortunately, the lady’s umbrella was used to prevent her from getting wet and getting embarrassed.

Now in May, the bells are flying and the grass is growing. I wish to return the lady’s umbrella and invite a hunting field together in early spring.

I don’t know if I can be so lucky to cure it.

Ning Zhi.

"You borrowed someone's umbrella by the lake?"

The junior sister nodded and pointed out the question: "Ningzhi is the current seventh prince. He invited me to hunt. My senior brother thought I should go?"

The air calmed down for a moment.

Xia Yuan only felt that if he said, "You go, it's just hunting. It's better to exercise more in spring, and it's useless to stay in the palace all the time", then maybe he would have lost his junior sister forever.

He felt that if he asked something like "Junior sister, do you like me?", the younger sister would definitely get up in shame and angrily and leave.

...

Xia Yuan first chose the direction: "It shouldn't be gone."

A gentle smile appeared in the junior sister's pupils: "Why shouldn't you go? I'm so old, so hunting will not be hurt, let alone this is the seventh prince of the Donghai Kingdom today. We will refuse directly, will it wipe out the royal face?"

Xia Yuan:...

The junior sister whispered: "I am not a talented person, and I am sixteen. I will become an old girl if I wait."

She got closer.

The candle flowers were slapping, and her peach eyes and apricot cheeks looked a little intoxicated.

She shouted softly: "Senior Brother..."

Xia Yuan looked at the familiar face and stretched out his right hand.

The little junior sister obediently put her cheek on his palm and murmured softly:

"Actually, I think it's not easy for us, but we're also very lucky.

Before, I was in Chiyue Mountain without knowing the height of the sky and the earth, but when I came to the imperial capital, I realized that our Wuxin Academy was really weak.

Fortunately, there are many people who help us, and there are even seniors in myths and legends such as Queen Mother of the West and Luohu, but seniors cannot protect us for the rest of our lives.

We have to walk the road by ourselves, but we have to eat by ourselves. If we want to take root in this city, we have to rely on our own efforts, and we will not offend a royal family.

It’s actually not easy for senior brother. Even if the White Dragon King treats you well for a while, will she treat you forever?

You are only eighteen, she is already over one hundred, her youth is fleeting, and it is normal to be fond of the new and old. If one day the White Dragon King will hate you.

Be prepared for danger in times of peace. If people do not have long-term plans, they will have immediate worries. Brother... If that day really comes, where should we go?"

Xia Yuan smiled gently, and then tore the letter apart.

Zhu Lingyun suddenly looked up at the boy in front of him: "You..."

Xia Yuan: "I'll solve it."

Zhu Lingyun asked: "How do you solve it?"

Xia Yuan was silent for two seconds.

Zhu Lingyun said directly: "You must have gone to find the White Dragon King again and let her face it wrong? Senior brother, this is not good... I am arrogant and domineering, and this will offend people. On the surface, I will suppress it, but secretly I have formed a bond."

Xia Yuan raised his palm and rubbed Zhu Lingyun's head, "Your junior sister has grown up."

“Hey?”

The junior sister leaned over and looked, pouted, and was angry, "Senior brother will lie."

Xia Yuan smiled, “When will the field hunting be done?”

"It's the day after tomorrow, May 5th, the beginning of summer."

"knew..."

"Senior brother, what do you know?"

...

...

"Yuan'er, Yuan'er...Yuan'er!!!" Lao Zhu's anxious voice came from a distance.

Xia Yuan hurried over and came to Wuchen Pavilion.

Lao Zhu looked at the general outline of "Sword Heart Wugui" with a confused look on his face, and the master's wife next to her was also frightened.

"Why is the cloud in this general outline gone? Why are there only the immortals holding the sword left? I'm anxious that the immortals holding the sword is a hidden hidden deep in the painting. If I don't understand it carefully and realize this transcendent state of mind, I will definitely not see the immortals holding the sword, but... where is the cloud, where is the cloud?"

Xia Yuan can't say that this cloud has become somersault clouds and is staying in his own soul. He can step on this magic weapon with just one thought. It takes 108,000 miles in one step. Moreover, because of the transformation of the magic weapon, the consumption will be astonishingly small...

So, he could only show the same confused expression as his master's wife, and ran to Mo Hua in surprise, "No, when I was practicing, the cloud was still there, this... Could someone change our general outline?"

Lao Zhu was shocked and hurried to check.

After checking, he showed a strange look: "If the painting has not been changed, the clouds will disappear. What is the situation? Wait... this painting..."

Lao Zhu suddenly realized that the artistic conception of the immortal holding the sword in the painting was more than a little stronger.

If my original general outline was painted by a first-class painter, then now he is the best among the national masters, but why is the cloud gone?

Could it be that the immortals ate the clouds so that they became like this?

Lao Zhu threw away his ridiculous thoughts and took a closer look at these words. His mood suddenly became immersed in. During this immersion, his eyes showed ecstasy.

It's like a traveler hiking in the mountains and forests, and he saw a magnificent and beautiful view.

A feeling of joy suddenly arose.

And I believe that the power of the virtual wheel will be further improved.

in this way...

The shadow of the clouds is gone has also diluted a lot.

If the quality of this visualization general outline is really greatly improved, the clouds will be gone, and it will be gone.

Seeing Xia Yuan's face was still confused, Old Zhu waved his hand: "Yuan'er, go and rest first. Don't tell outsiders about the fact that the clouds are gone."

Xia Yuan ran away guiltily.

It seems that you cannot continue to practice [Wuxin Jiandao] in the future, otherwise you will eat all the flash sequences and the entire Wuxin Academy's inheritance will be cut off...

So he stopped practicing Wuxin Jiandao, because if he practiced, he would default to continuing to practice, and he had not made a complete decision.

The clouds on the sword heart are gone.
Chapter completed!