The male protagonist has a crush on this seat's vest

The spirit stones sent by the Yunchen faction were not sent from their own sect, but from the location of the spirit stone mine they controlled, which was still some distance away from Haoyuanzong.

It took two days for the disciples Yujian to arrive, and they waited at the same place for a long time before they heard the soft sound of flying swords passing through the air, and it was a monk Yujian who came over.

He flew in front of the disciples and stopped, but did not land, but looked down at them condescendingly, and asked: "Are you all the juniors and sisters of Haoyuanzong?"

Under the fairy posture covered by the wide sleeves of the plain white robe, there is also a kind of arrogance.

The senior sister who hit Qi Yan for no reason before stood up and responded with neither humbleness nor condescension: "Exactly."

The monk nodded and turned to the side: "Please wait here for a moment."

It was Yun Chen who sent the spirit stone convoy finally arrived.

All the disciples patted their buttocks and stood up, obediently standing behind the senior sister.

About a quarter of an hour later, I saw several monks who controlled the sword, surrounded by three carriages carrying goods.

The most senior disciples of Haoyuanzong immediately approached, chatted with the monk opposite, and then handed over the carriage.

The monks of the Yunchen faction left together after a few more polite words.

The senior sister silently watched them walk away, then took out a map from her arms, unfolded it while looking at it and said to others: "Ready to go."

When they came, they drove along with the sword, but when they went back, not only the carriage was slow, but also the road was rough, and it was impossible to pass carriages and horses in many places, so they had to follow the road marked on the map, and detours were necessary. Take your time.

The senior sister quickly ordered a few younger disciples to stay on the carriage and take turns driving the carriage, and the rest followed her with the sword, observing the path in mid-air while inspecting the surrounding environment, and then set off.

Qi Yan took the reins of the horse and drove the carriage quietly for three hours. It was near evening that other disciples came to replace him.

He jumped onto the carriage along the shaft of the car, lay cross-legged and took out a piece of wood and a small dagger from his arms, and silently pulled up the piece of wood with the dagger.

Qi Yan doesn't like to talk, and the disciples who have been around for more than two days have realized it, and usually no one comes to talk to him.

But now there are only three disciples left in one carriage, one of them has already replaced Qi Yan, and the other one is a bit boring just sitting around.

He watched Qi Yan fiddling there for a while, and finally came over to talk to him: "Junior Brother, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Qi Yan glanced at him, adhering to the good virtue of answering every question, and replied: "Practice knife skills."

Seeing that he paid attention to him, the disciple didn't seem to be having a hard time talking, so he became interested, moved closer, looked at the wood in Qi Yan's hand, and asked, "What do you do as a swordsman?"

Qi Yan was silent for a moment before speaking again: "I heard that a large piece of spirit stone will be distributed after this mission is over."

"Indeed." The disciple connected Qi Yan's two words together, realized it, and then laughed.

This is an effort to carve out some fancy shapes from the spirit stone and give it away.

Although it is a bit wasteful to cut the whole piece of Lingshi, but if it is carved into a beautiful shape, it is really thoughtful enough, and it is the most suitable gift for the sweetheart.

After the disciple laughed twice, he patted the wooden board under his body: "I'll find a piece of wood too, Junior Brother will wait for me."

After he finished speaking, he turned over from the carriage, and came back after a while, holding a few big tree forks and flipped back onto the carriage, also took out a dagger, and followed Qi Yan to carve on the branches.

Before the two of them figured out why, they heard a soft sound of flying swords piercing the air, and a monk came over.

The visitor looked at the two of them, sneered "huh", and said mockingly, "Why, do you want to carve some flowers?"

It was that pungent senior sister who came over, and was stepping on her flying sword with folded arms, coldly picking one corner of her mouth, and squinting at them.

The disciples around Qi Yan heard this, and immediately raised their heads and smiled courteously at the senior sister: "Is the senior sister here to guide us?"

Qi Yan greeted him briefly, but didn't say anything further.

The senior sister waited on the side of the carriage for a while, seeing that Qi Yan didn't want to curry favor with her, she snorted again, glanced at Qi Yan, and commented: "Cheap."

Qi Yan pursed his lips, but did not respond.

"Do you want to give it to your sweetheart?" The senior sister taunted again rather harshly, "Who would like it if it is carved like this. If I received it, I would throw it away."

This senior sister's ability to stir up fire is quite powerful, although she knew that she was here to provoke Qi Yan on purpose, but when she opened her mouth, she taunted both of them.

Who is going to send you?The disciple next to him complained in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said: "Senior sister, I think it's okay, as the saying goes..."

The senior sister interrupted him: "It's shabby. As a gift, at least you have to pick one that you can afford."

After she finished mocking, she seemed to be in a much happier mood, and Yu Jian flew away again.

Qi Yan didn't feel anything, and continued to carve the wooden block in his hand unaffected.

The disciple next to him felt extremely embarrassed, and said after a while: "Junior Brother, don't be angry, Senior Sister is just like that."

I just don’t know why I like to “take care” of you so much.

Qi Yan responded lightly: "En."

In the early hours of the morning, after the disciples driving the carriage changed shifts a few more times, the convoy stopped and had to rest on the spot for two hours.

Qi Yan carved the last knife, let out a sigh of relief, straightened up, then looked at the carving in his hand, and frowned.

The disciples nearby had already huddled together to rest, only two or three disciples in the distance were lighting a small bonfire, watching their surroundings.

Qi Yan stretched his muscles and bones, then took out a rattle from the storage bag in his sleeve, looked at the faint fire light in the distance, and then put his hands together to his lips, making a gesture that seemed to be a kiss.

After he paused for a moment, just as he imagined lying down to rest like other disciples, a faint silver light suddenly flashed past.

Qi Yan didn't expect that someone would dare to attack the place where the disciples of the Haoyuan Sect gathered, so he immediately hid to the side, but saw another black shadow jumping out from the darkness, and while he was hiding, he knocked on his wrist and snatched it away. The rattle in his hand.

Qi Yan came back to his senses, and looked at the other party with a cold face.

"Mute brother." Senior sister looked at Qi Yan and raised her eyebrows, "Everyone else is resting, what are you playing with? What kind of child's play is this?"

Even though Qi Yan usually has strong concentration, he still feels a muscle in his forehead, and said coldly, "Give it back to me."

The senior sister let out a "heh", shook it twice proudly, then turned around and ran away.

The sound of the rattle was quite loud and piercing in the silent night, waking up several disciples.

They looked up and knew what happened, and each sighed.

With a cold face, Qi Yan raised his hand to make the formula, the sword spirit only had time to say "Hey", and the epee had already been summoned, and Qi Yan jumped up to Yujian to chase after it.

But his sword is a heavy sword, but that senior sister's is a light flying sword, so it is destined that he will not be able to catch up.

The senior sister sneered while shaking the rattle: "I want to see how fast junior Yu Jian is!"

However, not long after she was proud, she saw another sword light soaring into the sky and hit the flying sword under her feet.

She was constrained and had to slow down in order to stabilize her figure, so Qi Yan caught up and snatched the rattle back.

Qi Yan stared at her, and put the rattle back into his sleeve carefully and seriously.

A male disciple in the motorcade said: "Junior Sister, everyone is resting now, you have to restrain yourself."

The senior sister let out an "oh", and then Yu Jian fell back to the ground as if nothing had happened.

Qi Yan also fell back to the ground with his sword.

An hour and a half later, the convoy set off again.

Every day before going to bed, he couldn't help but look at the gadgets that Brother Fang gave him. It was his habit, but unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to be snatched away.

This is from the same sect, but he was born to snatch things from the younger generation, it is really too powerful.Not too big and not too small.

Qi Yan sat on the carriage and continued to practice his knife skills, but became more dull and quiet.

Although he came out of the sect this time, he didn't intend to disturb Brother Fang. Now that the rattle drum is being sounded, Brother Fang must have heard it.

It's just that I don't know whether it will come all the way.

The chariots and horses carried a carriage full of spirit stones, and they drove on the rugged dirt road for two days, and the disciple who was driving was somewhat uncomfortable.

On this day, when the afterglow of the setting sun had not dissipated and the sky was still red with fire, Qi Yan suddenly felt something vibrate in his cuff.

With a trembling of his hand, the dagger mistakenly drew a deep and long scratch on the wood block.

Qi Yan raised his head abruptly, looked sideways with concentration, and saw a figure flashing past in the dense forest behind the path.

He looked away as if nothing had happened, and after fiddling with the wooden block in his hand for a while, he put away the dagger, and said to the disciple beside him: "Senior brother, I want to relieve my hand."

Before it was his turn to drive, and there was nothing left and right, the disciple next to him nodded and replied, "Go."

Qi Yan rolled over from the carriage and walked into the woods beside the road.

Not long after he walked into the woods, he heard a voice calling: "Qi Yan."

When Qi Yan heard the sound, he immediately looked along and saw Fang Yun standing behind a few trees, half leaning on his body and looking at him with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Brother Fang really came.

The corners of Qi Yan's mouth twitched, and he pulled out a sunny smile that was unique to Fang Yun. After calling "Brother Fang", he walked towards Fang Yun.

After Fang Yun looked at him for a while, he raised his eyebrows: "I saw that you have a lot of fellow disciples over there, so I didn't dare to get any closer."

"I didn't mean to bother my brother. I know that my brother has his own business on weekdays." Qi Yan raised his hand and scratched his head, as if apologetic, "Someone snatched the rattle my brother gave me when I was not prepared. ...But I snatched it back."

Fang Yun waved his hand to show that it was okay: "I have nothing to do, so you don't bother me if you come to take a look. Besides, when I gave you the sword manual last month, I meant that I would come to see you practice this month. How's it going?"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, his eyes turned around Qi Yan's face again, feeling quite worried.

On the side of Qi Yan's face, there were three slender and small wounds, which seemed to be scratched by something, and they had not yet fully healed.

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand, and scratched his white face with three fingers on his left side, then turned his wrist to point at Qi Yan, and laughed: "What's wrong with your face? Are you injured?"

Qi Yan raised his hand subconsciously and touched it, and felt the long and thin blood scab that had not completely healed on his fingertips.

I was caught by my sister...

Qi Yan turned to look at Fang Yun, and insisted: "I was scratched by a kitten."

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