Chapter 9

Swords swung in the green mountains, and clouds roamed among the dark peaks.

In the Qingxin Hall, more than 20 graceful figures stood with swords.

Yushuang and Guangsha stepped into the hall and nodded to them.

With graceful spring butterfly steps and bright autumn eyes. Danfeng walked to Yushuang’s side and said:

“Why are you so late today, Senior Sister?”

Yushuang’s cherry lips moved slightly, and she was silent for a few seconds before saying:

“Usually I am the only one waiting for you in the hall, and the headmaster always comes so late, why should I come early?”

Guangsha, who was standing aside, thought that what the senior sister said made some sense, and he would come later in the future.

Not long after, another figure stepped into the hall.

Everyone looked at it, and then many people turned around and waved their sleeves.

The person who came was naturally not the headmaster Liuxi Zhenren.

“Hello, all the uncles!”

Accompanied by the jingling bells, Yangchun walked in with light steps.

Her eyes moved around, and suddenly locked onto a graceful and plump figure. She approached like a kitten and said:

“Hey, Master Hongyun, have you gained some weight?”

She was responded with a sharp look, but she ignored it. She laughed like a silver bell, and approached another person and said:

“Wow, Master Liuwei, you have to rest more, your face is getting wrinkles!”

“Ah, Master Fengyue, long time no see, why are you still in this state?”

“Master Caihua, your hairstyle is so ugly...”

“Oh, isn’t this Master Wanjiang...”

“...”

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Her clear and bright voice kept echoing, and several flowing sword intentions were faintly generated in the quiet hall.

“Master Yushuang!”

Finally, she came to Yushuang.

Danfeng shook his head and turned around, and Guangsha looked at him coldly.

“Uncle Guangsha, why do you look so fierce? Is your period not smooth?”

Under Guangsha’s sword-like eyes, Yangchun approached Yushuang, pulled her arm and asked in a low voice:

“So many talented people invited me, uncle, are you really not going to accept any of them?”

Yushuang said indifferently: “No need to mention it again.”

“Yangchun.”

A calm voice sounded from the door of the hall, and a white robe came quietly like a breeze blowing on a willow.

“Master!”

Yangchun let go of Yushuang and ran towards her.

“Meet the master--”

Everyone turned around and bowed to her.

The visitor was the master of Lingsu Sword Sect, the middle-stage Huashen Realm Liuxi Zhenren.

There are only a few hundred masters in the Huashen Realm in the entire Xiaoyao Sea, and many masters and supreme elders of small and medium-sized sects are in this realm.

Yang Chun threw herself into Liu Xi’s arms. Liu Xi touched her head and said, “If you don’t want to practice, what are you doing here?” “The uncles can come, why can’t I come?” Liu Xi smiled and said, “Since you call them uncles, it naturally has nothing to do with you.” Yang Chun whispered, “Then can I just call them senior sister?” Liu Xi smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to flick her forehead. “You should have guessed what happened today.” She walked to the sword beam in the hall and said to everyone, “The Plum Fairy Club will be held again at Penglai Fairy Island at the end of the year. I can send 20 younger disciples. Three people are needed to accompany and lead and take care of it. Are there any of you willing?” “I’ll go, I’ll go!” Yang Chun jumped and waved. Liu Xi ignored her and said, “If no one volunteers, I’ll do it.” “Master, Master, just let me go!” Yang Chun begged. Liu Xi waved her sleeves lightly, and Yang Chun felt a breeze blowing in front of her eyes. The next moment, when she came back to her senses, she was already outside the palace.

“Stingy!”

Looking at the Qingxin Palace with its doors tightly closed, she put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue.

“If you don’t want to go, then don’t go.”

Yang Chun muttered, still feeling disappointed.

Meixianhui, this is a big event that can attract all the immortal gates and all the sects to come together, and it is ranked among the top in the entire Xiaoyao Sea.

Alas, there is no fun to watch now.

She sighed listlessly.

Just after walking a few steps, a figure suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Under the palace on the side, there stood a person in white clothes and disheveled hair.

“Hmm?”

Yang Chun did not feel any fairy spirit from that person, but how could there be ordinary people here?

She concealed her breath, walked around half a circle and quietly walked towards that person, and that person’s face gradually came into her eyes.

The man was looking at the clouds between the distant peaks. His face was like a ghost, his figure was like a god, his bright eyes hid his worries and his brows hid his sorrow.

What a handsome man!

But how could there be a man in the sect?

“Hey!”

Yangchun came to him and patted his shoulder.

“Who are you?”

The man turned his head to look at her and said calmly: “My name is Feixing.”

“Feixing?” Yangchun looked at him with interest, “Who are you looking for? Who let you in?”

Feixing said honestly: “Master Yushuang brought me here.”

Yangchun opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Master Yushuang? That Master Yushuang who never gets close to others actually brought a man with him?!

As far as she knows, Yushuang has no relatives in this world. Unlike some children from aristocratic families, they occasionally contact their families after cultivating immortals to help shelter or promote qualified younger generations.

“Really? How did you know Master Yushuang?” Feixing told Yangchun that he met Yushuang, Danfeng and Guangsha after he woke up, and was then taken back to her fairy island by Yushuang for education. Yushuang asked him not to tell anyone about the magic flower, so he didn’t say a word. “The master came to discuss matters, so she asked me to wait here first.” After hearing this, Yangchun’s eyes became brighter, and then formed three arcs with her lips, with countless smiles in them. She smelled the smell of fun, and it was the fun related to Yushuang that she had always wanted. Feixing naturally didn’t understand what she was thinking, and asked kindly: “Don’t you know what the master’s name is?” “Me? My name is...” Yangchun put his hands behind his back, turned around him, and then stood in front of him, took a step forward, and stood close to him, looked up at him, and asked with a smile: “Guess?” The faces of the two were very close, and Yangchun could even feel Feixing’s breath hitting his face. Feixing thought about it, and his serious look became more handsome. Looking at his face, Yangchun realized that her actions seemed a little too intimate. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly took a step back.