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Chapter 93 Passionate but always ruthless, I feel like I can’t laugh (11)

As the eldest brother of the Qingyun Sect, Jiang Ling was naturally accompanied by several elders. Jiang Ling was dressed in white, his eyebrows were handsome and cold, his face was like white jade, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. He was fifty-six times similar to the temperament and charm of Xiyu Xianzun.

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Jiang Ling has excellent qualifications and a calm and kind personality. In the eyes of the elders, he is a genius who can be molded, and in the eyes of his disciples, he is a senior brother worthy of respect and learning.

There are young faces in the audience, their eyes are full of yearning and excitement for the future, and they stand upright at each station, like little white poplars.

After arranging them all one by one, Jiang Ling explained some things to them.

Suddenly, I heard the Qingyun Sect's bell ringing five times, and the sound was clear and melodious.

Five bells ring, which means the master is out of seclusion!

Master, you are out of seclusion!

Then the new disciples saw the senior brother with a calm and handsome face and calm and unhurried brows excitedly dropping the things in his hands, turning around and sprinting all the way.

Before they could even ask questions, the figure had disappeared.

"Have you heard? The leader is out of retirement!"

"Oh my god! It's been ten years, and the leader is finally out of isolation. Come on, come on, let's go and have a look!"

Those new disciples had long heard about the reputation of Head Xiyu, and all of them joined in the fun and followed the crowd.

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There were not many people in the front hall, and most of the people were kept outside.

Shen Yue is sitting in the upper seat, wearing white clothes and black hair tied up with a fine flawless jade crown. Her beautiful and pale face is incredibly perfect. Her eyes are covered with white gauze with golden patterns. Not only does she not show any fragility.

Her aura made her look even colder and more fairy-like.

"Senior brother, have you successfully broken through?" Xinxi said worriedly.

Shen Yue hummed softly, then added: "You don't need to worry."

Jiang Ling saw Shen Yue talking sideways to Elder Ye next to him, his eyebrows and eyes were still so cold, and his expression was still so indifferent.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but stepped forward and called out blankly: "Master..."

Shen Yue turned her head and nodded slightly.

Even though he knew Shen Yue couldn't see her, when she turned around, Jiang Ling was still extremely nervous and uneasy like a child.

But Shen Yue soon turned her head again and continued to listen to Elder Ye's conversation.

The two of them were talking about the development of Qingyun Sect, and Jiang Ling stood beside him, his eyes greedily falling on Shen Yue.

Shen Yue suddenly asked: "Where is Rong Hua?"

She had been learning about the Qingyun Sect since she left seclusion, and she only realized it now. Why didn't she hear her little apprentice scream?

Elder Ye also reacted. When he glanced around, he saw the man standing in the corner.

He has changed a lot in the past ten years.

He was wearing the uniform white Taoist uniform of the Qingyun Sect. His three-dimensional facial features were as sharp as a knife and sculpted, exuding a cold aura, his eyes were too deep to be seen, and his eyebrows were picturesque but extremely sharp.

But his eyes were as dark as a puddle of stagnant water, extremely unflattering, and making people feel disgusted just by looking at them, because his eyes were too cold and lifeless.

If it is true, Elder Ye still dislikes Rong Hua because he does not look like a righteous person and his personality is gloomy.

Now that his master has left seclusion and is still hiding away without coming to see him, what does it look like?

But he still spoke: "Rong Hua, why don't you come over?"

Rong Hua walked over quietly and looked at the white-clothed immortal in front of him. There was a trace of looseness in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

"Master."

A very low male voice, just like the sound of the cello at the end. Maybe because he rarely speaks, his voice is slightly hoarse, but it is not unpleasant to listen to.

Shen Yue was stunned when he heard his voice, and still couldn't react: "Rong Hua?"

Why did her apprentice's voice become so...well, manly? His voice used to be so cute.

Xin Xi, who was standing next to Shen Yue, suddenly frowned with an expression of undisguised disgust and disgust.

The tall man said expressionlessly: "It's me."

Shen Yue pursed her bright red lips, and her cold voice was a little softer: "Come to my teacher."

Rong Hua walked to her side. Because Shen Yue was still sitting, he looked a bit condescending.

Elder Ye just frowned and said nothing more.

Rong Hua watched Shen Yue approach, and his body stiffened instinctively. The familiar clean fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. It was light and particularly pleasant.

It was a taste he had missed for a long time.

Rong Hua's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked sideways at the hand on his shoulder. It was white and slender, with delicate bones, and the blood vessels like indigo were extremely conspicuous, making people want to lick it.

But she only touched it lightly twice and then took it back.

Shen Yue suddenly felt melancholy. Originally, she wanted to touch the man's head, but her height did not allow her to be willful. She was a little baby a few years ago, but now she has grown so tall.

"I've grown taller." Shen Yue said softly.

The man hummed and said nothing further.

Shen Yue also noticed his alienation and indifference, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she sighed in her heart. After all, she was still sorry for him.

After explaining some matters to several elders, Shen Yue led Rong Hua back to Zinc Qing Hall.

Jiang Ling watched Shen Yue leave, feeling somewhat envious of Rong Hua. If he was the master's disciple...

Zinc Qing Palace is still as deserted as ever, or even quieter than before.

Shen Yue walked in front, and Rong Hua followed her like a shadow.

"My teacher didn't teach you anything, so now I give you this sword." Shen Yue turned her back to him and a sword appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Turning around, the sword in her hand was not an ordinary sword. Shen Yue had always carried this sword with her. It was given to her by her master. The power of this sword is immeasurable.

The blade of the sword is thin and weightless, with a faint cold light, and the hilt is embroidered with delicate patterns.

This sword is called Que Hua. It is also priceless in the world of cultivation and is extremely cherished.

Rong Hua was obviously stunned. He raised his eyes and looked at the immortal whose eyes were covered with white cloth. He pursed his lips and bowed respectfully to take it with both hands.

The moment his fingertips touched each other, Rong Hua suddenly felt itchy on his fingertips and his eyes dimmed.

"Disciple, thank you Master for your love." The flattered and deep male voice made it difficult to hear his emotions.

In fact, Shen Yue was still a little uncomfortable with it. It was a bit strange for a cute, crying little baby to suddenly become like this.

Shen Yue put her fingertips on his forehead and probed his cultivation.

It can't be said to be very good, nor can it be said to be very bad, just average.

The warm and cool touch made Rong Hua's eyes unconsciously fall on the person in front of him.

Her beautiful thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and her bottomless eyes were looking at the person in front of her intently, with a sticky and unsatisfied gaze.

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