Eternal gate

Perhaps Zhao Yun's reaction was too violent, causing the woman in white to raise her eyebrows.

What do you mean, you need to practice with the master!

Even the woman in white was like this, let alone Mu Qinghan. She didn't know where she was following him, so why did she draw her sword? Is this newly recruited junior fellow student not in his right mind?

"Good sword."

The woman in white's eyes fell on the Long Yuan Sword in Zhao Yun's hand.

It was indeed a good sword. Even with her peak Ksitigarbha vision, she could not tell what material it was made of. The ancient characters carved on it also had some Tao Yun content. She never expected that a small true spirit realm, There is also such a peerless sword.

Looking at Zhao Yun, he was still standing there, his eyes uncertain.

No wonder he was like this, because this woman in white... was exactly the same as Yun Fengsheng.

The so-called "exactly the same" means that they are carved from the same mold.

"It's not Yunfeng." Zhao Yun murmured.

He remembered Yunfeng's breath, which was quite cold.

But this one has an ethereal temperament, and their auras are completely different.

"Twin sisters?" Zhao Yun guessed in his mind.

"What are you doing?" Mu Qinghan scolded.

If you show your sword in front of your master, you won't want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!

The woman in white also wanted to know, smiling and looking at Zhao Yun with interest.

"There are...there are mosquitoes."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, and as he spoke, his hands followed suit. He really picked up his Long Yuan and patted it back and forth in the air. The main thing was that expression, which was called seriousness.

I don’t know, do you really think there are mosquitoes in Zizhu Peak?

Mu Qinghan's lips twitched and his eyes squinted when he looked at Zhao Yun.

Someone! If you don’t look for excuses, you won’t find a place that is fresh and refined. There will be no mosquitoes.

The woman in white was also amused. It was so interesting that she had this new apprentice.

"Turn on the stove and cook, the master is hungry."

The woman in white yawned, reclined on the seat, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Her series of actions clearly conveyed her words: When the meal is ready, call me.

"Well."

Mu Qinghan said and hurriedly walked away.

After taking three or two steps, he turned back and dragged Zhao Yun away, who was swatting mosquitoes. You little martial artist, why are you so blind? There are no mosquitoes here, so why bother shooting them!

Zhao Yun laughed dryly and immediately accepted Long Yuan.

In front of the stove, Mu Qinghan had rolled up his sleeves.

Zhao Yun started, "Senior sister, does the master have a twin sister?"

"I don't have a twin sister, but I do have a sister." Mu Qinghan said while picking vegetables.

"They are really twin sisters." Zhao Yun twitched the corner of his mouth.

I'm afraid everyone in the Tianzong knows about this.

Only he, the new disciple, knew it until now.

I have to say, I was caught off guard.

His life is really a good show.

He came all the way, full of hatred, and entered the Tianzong, but he became a disciple of his enemy's sister. If he hadn't experienced it personally, who would have believed this to be true, but... it just happened.

His certain state of mind is difficult to describe.

Are you leaving? Or stay?

There are so many Tianzong elders, how come it’s such a coincidence? It’s his fault too, for not asking questions before coming, and Yunyan’s fault too, for not being able to find out more about it before he came here. Why is he wearing a mask? If I had known that he was exactly the same as Yun Fengsheng, I would have gone to Zizhu Peak.

"What are you thinking about? Picking vegetables!" Mu Qinghan rolled his eyes at Zhao Yun.

He hurriedly came to his senses and started to take action, but he was absent-minded.

While talking, a breeze blew gently, carrying a touch of feminine fragrance.

Someone came up, two women.

Zhao Yun glanced sideways for a moment, and he recognized everyone who came. One was Yunfeng, and the other was Liu Ruyue.

He ignored Liu Ruyue and only looked at Yunfeng. A cold light flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

"I told you that you are not welcome at Zizhu Peak."

Yunyan, who had closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, said softly to Yunfeng. When she spoke, she didn't even open her eyes. There was a trace of smile on her cheeks before, but now the smile disappeared. Not only was her smile gone, but her expression became colder. , seems to have lost all human emotions, and this coldness is also for Yunfeng.

Such subtle changes did not escape Zhao Yun's eyes.

Do these twin sisters have a deep hatred?

"You are still blaming sister." Yunfeng sighed, "I am doing this for your own good."

"Stop this fake compassion. Where did it come from?" Yun Yan's lips parted slightly.

After a few words of dialogue, the atmosphere became extremely depressing, and even the breeze felt a bit colder.

Liu Ruyue just stood quietly behind her, not daring to speak, as if she knew something. What she saw more was Zhao Yun not far away. The back of that little martial artist seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

Mu Qinghan didn't dare to say anything and just stood quietly in front of the stove.

She also knew what Liu Ruyue knew.

"They... have a grudge?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Mu Qinghan nodded lightly, "Master once went down the mountain for training and fell in love with an escort man. When Uncle Yunfeng found out, he killed him and wiped out the entire escort agency."

After hearing a few words, Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

Yunfeng was too cruel. He killed everyone his sister liked. What's the point? He also slaughtered the whole family.

Does she really have the power of life and death in her superior position?

No wonder Yun Yan is so jealous. If she hadn't been her own sister, she would have drawn her sword long ago.

Putting aside his hatred, he actually sympathized with Yun Yan. The person he loved was killed, and he was killed by the person closest to him. This state of mind should be a torture worse than death.

"Good sister, don't fall like this again." Yunfeng sighed again.

"Who can see me falling?" Yun Yan sneered.

"If he hadn't fallen, how could he have accepted a true spiritual disciple?" Yun Feng said calmly, glancing at Zhao Yun as he spoke, "Such a broken jar makes my sister really heartbroken."

"Thirty years have passed, and you still haven't changed at all." Yun Yan said leisurely, "You are still so high and arrogant, and you are still so arrogant. What qualifications do you have to guide the country here."

"I'm your sister."

"She's my sister, so she can kill innocent people indiscriminately?" Yun Yan finally opened her eyes and stood up. There was a killing sword in her hand, clanking and moving. There was a lot of cold murderous intention in this moment's momentum, like Zhao Yun said that if she hadn't been her biological sister, she would have sent Yunfeng to hell long ago.

Why!

Yunfeng's sighs were always self-righteous.

In fact, she is still so sanctimonious, pointing the country with aloofness...

"Practice with peace of mind, which is the right path. You can do it yourself."

Yunfeng said lightly and finally turned around. It was unclear whether it was an admonishment or an order.

Liu Ruyue also left. Before leaving, she looked back at Zhao Yun, who looked more and more familiar from a distance.

"liquor."

Yun Yan threw the sword casually and called out casually.

Mu Qinghan hurriedly put down the dishes in his hands and brought out a jar of good wine from the building.

Yun Yan carried the wine jar and walked to the boudoir while drinking.

Reflecting the moonlight, the clouds and smoke in Zhao Yun's eyes looked more poignant.

Behind him, Mu Qinghan stopped talking.

She entered Zizhu Peak earlier than Zhao Yun, and knew her master very well. Whenever she was depressed, she would drink to drown her sorrows. Whenever it was quiet at night, she would stand alone under the moon, remembering a person who had been buried long ago. That should be a person. The beautiful dream was shattered under Yunfeng's butcher's knife.