The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

"what?"

Fan Lian was stunned, and muttered in confusion with a curled lip, "What's so good about her look?"

Shen Mingyue's concession and grievance ignited the resentful fighting spirit in Ji Shu's chest. Just as he was about to let Chao Zhao draw his sword, Xue Xingzhi's cold and oppressive gaze swept over him.

"You're not going to patrol the city?"

"I--"

Ji Shu suddenly fell silent.

He was indeed assigned the task of patrolling, but when he saw Shen Mingyue wandering alone in the city, looking distracted, he thought of bringing her to Wenjian Pavilion to meet new friends.

Shen Mingyue hurriedly helped him: "Little Senior Brother, I will accompany you to inspect."

"it is good."

Ji Shu nodded, and under the watchful eyes of Xue Xingzhi, he left the Sword Questioning Pavilion with the group of inner disciples behind him.

Xue Xingzhi nodded to Chao Zhao and was about to leave when Chao Zhao suddenly called him, "Wait a moment."

Xue Xingzhi stopped walking, rushed to Zhao San and snatched the food wrapped in oil paper from his arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Chief Xue."

Xue Xingzhi's calm and reserved expression revealed a trace of confusion: "...Are you having a stomachache?"

"Yes!" Chao Zhao unwrapped the oil paper neatly and took a bite of the fragrant roasted chicken leg. "It's just ready again."

Xue Xingzhi's eyes flashed with understanding, and he solemnly reminded her: "Junior sister, take care of yourself."

"Know it."

Chao Zhao waved his hands, not at all surprised by Xue Xingzhi's reaction.

It can be said that her former senior brother is only a bit more thoughtful when it comes to kendo, but at other times... he is very kind.

Others: “………”

The team of outer disciples brought by Xue Xingzhi followed him away with complicated expressions.

Fan Lian sighed: "Your former senior brother was quite nice to you."

"I deserve it."

Chao Zhao looked serious.

This was the result of her shadowy childhood!

Zou Hua had already taken Wen Xueqing to talk to Luo Wenshan and Wen Lianchong. The two had been watching the show from the outside. Before leaving, Xue Xingzhi just looked at Luo Wenshan and left.

Luo Wenshan was not interested in the "family affairs" of Jianhua Xianzong. After saying hello to Zou Hua, he leaned back against the pavilion pillar with his sword in his arms.

His junior fellow apprentice Wen Lianchong showed great curiosity about this.

"Junior Brother Zou, Junior Sister Wen, when did you meet the daughter of Jinghong Sword Master?"

Three hundred years ago, among the seven brilliant talents who stood at the top of the geniuses, only Jinghong Sword Master and the Palace Master of Miaoyin Palace left offspring, so Chao Zhao and Fanlian have always been the focus of attention.

But the difference between the two was as huge as heaven and earth.

Fan Lian inherited her mother's talent very well and became a leader in the sect at a young age. However, Chao Zhao has been forgotten since it was found that he had no spiritual roots.

Therefore, when people saw Chao Zhao appearing here and participating in the sect exchange conference, it was enough to arouse others' curiosity.

Zou Hua told him what happened in Zong Qingshan.

"Xian Yu Sect?"

Wen Lianchong repeated the name.

"It's a good name." After saying that, he turned around and asked the person behind him, "What do you think, Senior Brother?"

"Ah."

Luo Wenshan responded to him sparingly.

He raised his eyes involuntarily, but suddenly found that there were two more people who looked abnormal around Junior Sister Wen, who he thought was abnormal... They were Chao Zhao and Fan Lian.

Fanlian lowered his voice and said to Chao Zhao: "Wow, what you said is true, there is actually a live-action version!"

Zhao Zhao: “Hehe.”

Fan Lian: "And I feel like they are the protagonists in the storybook. Their names are so appropriate, Awen and Alian."

Zhao Zhao: “Hehe.”

Fan Lian did not use her spiritual power to block out the sound, so no matter how low her voice was, Luo Wenshan, who had the same cultivation level as her, could still hear it.

"...?"

He was silent for a few breaths, firming up his thoughts.

Wen Xueqing and Wen Lianchong were very familiar with each other. After Zou Hua finished explaining, Wen Xueqing jumped out and chattered with him: "Senior Brother Wen, aren't you bored coming to the Sword Pavilion?"

"Boring." Wen Lianchong blinked his clear eyes and spread his hands helplessly, "But Senior Brother insisted on coming here to see the sword marks he left here when he just reached the Golden Core stage."

There are countless sword marks on the Sword-Asking Stone, but only a few of them are so impressive that you can tell at a glance which sword they belong to.

The gap between the initial development of sword intent and the full development of sword intent is as huge as the gap between heaven and earth.

Talking about swordsmanship, Luo Wenshan finally gave a little reaction. He explained: "Junior brother, I am not here to see my sword marks."

"I know I know."

Wen Lianchong immediately said, "Who among the sword cultivators who came to ask the sword pavilion didn't come to see the sword marks left by the sword saint?"

Hearing this, Chao Zhao asked curiously, "The sword marks of the Sword Saint?"

"Hey, don't you know?"

The confusion on Wen Lianchong's face did not sound ironic, and he quickly and actively explained to Chao Zhao.

He pointed at the abrupt sword mark on the top of the Sword-Asking Stone and said, "There is only one Sword Saint in the world of cultivation because only he can cut the Sword-Asking Stone in half."

The next moment, Wen Lianchong pointed at the sword mark that was sunken deep into the boulder below the cut sword mark and said, "Fellow Daoist Chao, that is the sword mark left by your mother's Jinghong Sword."

Chao Zhao was stunned.

She couldn't help but walk towards the Sword-Asking Stone, looking up at the two sword marks that were still distinct despite years of erosion, as if they were telling the sword practitioners passing by about the power of their master.

When Fan Lian saw Chao Zhao's expression, she knew what she was thinking at the moment, because she had the same reaction when she saw the relics left by her mother.

She glared at Wen Lianchong and said, "Look at you, you are talking about something that is not relevant."

Fanlian's mother went to the battlefield a few years after she was born.

Chao Zhao's situation is special. She only appeared more than ten years ago. At that time, some people in the cultivation world speculated that Jinghong Sword Master was not dead, but just missing.

But as Chao Zhao grew up, that speculation was gradually forgotten.

“…I’m sorry.”

Wen Lianchong touched the back of his head, feeling a little ashamed, "How about I ask my senior brother to treat you guys to a big meal?"

Wen Xueqing: “Huh?!”

Zou Hua looked embarrassed: "This——"

Before he finished speaking, Fan Lian came up to Wen Lianchong and stared at him with a piercing gaze, asking, "Why do you want your senior brother to treat you? Please give a reason of no less than 100 words."

Wen Lianchong was stunned: "Ah?!"

He had always been well protected by his master and senior brothers, and had never encountered such a direct situation as Fan Lian. He subconsciously wanted to ask his senior brothers for help.

"...I have his purse."

Luo Wenshan did rescue him, but what he attracted were strange looks from Wen Xueqing and Fan Lian.