[Yi Tian] Ding Minjun

"Master, the weather is hot, how about some mung bean soup?" Xiao Minjun knocked on Fang Yao's door and said outside.

"Come in." Following Fang Yao's voice, the wooden door was opened by Fang Yao.

"How is your sword practice today?" She said as she took the tray from Xiao Minjun.

Xiao Minjun followed Fang Yao into the room: "It's almost the same as yesterday. I understand what the master said, but there seems to be some differences in making it. If you do it slowly, the problem is not too big, but follow the rhythm that the master said. When I dance to the No.12 pose, I feel a little stagnant."

Fang Yao sat down and carefully put away a safety buckle made of black jade under the table, then picked up the soup that Xiao Minjun sent, and said to Xiao Minjun: "Make it slowly and I will Let's see if your movements are okay."

Xiao Minjun nodded, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, as if holding a sword, and began to move as Fang Yao taught her.

Ding Minjun's movements were not fast, but he did every move very well.After she finished doing it once, Fang Yao nodded in satisfaction, and ordered her to speed up to do it again.This time it seems that there is not much difference from just now, but as Xiao Minjun said, after the twelve moves, Xiao Minjun's swordsmanship is a bit stagnant.

Fang Yao frowned, and called Xiao Minjun to come forward, took her hand and touched it carefully, and finally shook her head: "Speaking of it, I was too impatient. Let you learn this set of swordsmanship. But your bones are not good, and you are still young, so it is reasonable to not be able to master it for a while. If this is the case, you can start practicing swordsmanship with your junior sister today. .”

A trace of sadness flashed across Xiao Minjun's eyes, but he still bowed and saluted Fang Yao: "I see, master."

Fang Yao nodded, and then patted Xiao Minjun on the shoulder. She wanted to comfort Minjun, but she firmly believed that talent determines martial arts attainment, so she didn't know how to speak.

"By the way, is there any news about your uncle today?" Fang Yao gave another reason.

"Reporting to Master, I haven't heard from Master Uncle today."

Fang Yao sighed lightly: "If you have nothing else to do, you can go down first."

Xiao Minjun saw that his master looked a little wrong, and wanted to say something more, but Fang Yao had already waved her away, and she couldn't help it, so she had to put the empty bowl on the plate, and left with the plate.

When walking out of the room, Xiao Minjun subconsciously looked back at Fang Yao, and saw that she was looking out of the window, her brows were slightly frowned, and she had no special expression, but the dim light in the room made her look a little dim .

The news of Gu Hongzi did not come back for a long time. On the third day of the second lunar month, the period for the martial arts competition was over, and there was still no news after several days.

Fang Yao knew something was wrong, so she sent all the people in Emei to find Gu Hongzi's whereabouts.

The direction Jingxuan went to explore was the place where Gu Hongzi and Yang Xiao agreed to compete, so he soon received the news that Gu Hongzi was ridiculed by Yang Xiao because he was defeated in the competition, and he died in a fit of rage. He was seriously ill and passed away.

"Senior Sister? What did you say? Uncle...uncle has passed away..." Ding Minjun didn't care that he was still practicing sword, so he ran towards his master's room, ignoring Bei Jinyi calling her repeatedly behind him.

She ran all the way to Fang Yao's room, only to see Senior Sister Jingxuan standing beside her.

Fang Yao sat in the middle of the room with no expression on her face, with her waist upright and her hands on the table slightly clenched into fists.Mu Ranwei found that his nails had left slight marks on the table.

Xiao Minjun couldn't even say a word, after a while she took a deep breath, walked up to Fang Yao, and said softly: "Master, if you are sad, just cry. "Xiao Minjun said as tears rolled down his face.

Although she didn't have a deep impression of Gu Hongzi, she always knew that he was the most important person in her master's mind.

Now, it's gone.

Xiao Minjun's words seemed to shake Fang Yao a little, her lips trembled slightly, her eyes gradually turned red, as if tears were gathering in her eyes.But only for a moment, she turned into a cold look again.

Fang Yao stood up abruptly: "Order me down, I want to go out and personally... personally hold up the coffin for senior brother!"

Her voice was cold and hard, and no one could refute it.

Jingxuan looked at Xiao Minjun with tears streaming down his face, walked to her side, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her little face: "Don't worry, Master... Master will be fine."

Xiao Minjun looked up at Jingxuan, his eyes were a little dazed.

Although she couldn't say it, at this moment, the master who would treat her tenderly... seems to have disappeared.

Fang Yao didn't even pause for a moment, and went straight to fetch Gu Hongzi's body.Xiao Minjun couldn't follow, she was too young, and following was just a burden.At such a time, how could Fang Yao bring her along?

But in less than a month, Emei has undergone earth-shaking changes.

For Fang Yao, it is true.Not only did she lose her senior brother, she also lost the Yitian Sword that Emei had passed down from generation to generation.

As the head of the sect, Fang Yao must take this responsibility and pay the price for the misfortune caused by her senior brother.

Gu Hongzi's body was quickly buried after receiving it. Fang Yao didn't even stay for a moment, so she went to Dadu and sneaked into the Ruyang Palace according to the information she had found before.

After the death of Gu Hongzi, the Yitian Sword was confiscated by the local government and presented to the imperial court.

And Fang Yao's trip is to get the Yitian Sword back from the Ruyang Palace.Going with her, there were a dozen experts from the third and fourth generations of Emei, who finally lived up to their trust and successfully recaptured the Yitian Sword.

And all these things happened, Ding Minjun was not able to follow Fang Yao, she was just an ordinary disciple in Emei.I have neither the qualifications nor the ability to follow my master to do these things.

However, since the news of Gu Hongzi's death came to Fang Yao's recovery of Gu Hongzi's body and Fang Yao's final recapture of the Yitian Sword, the whole person has changed a lot from before.

After these things were over, Fang Yao imprisoned herself in the name of having lost the Yitian Sword.Don't say that Jingxuan and others are powerless to dissuade them, even Fang Yao's several senior sisters who are still alive can't say anything at this time.

Even though the Yitian Sword can be lost and recovered, it is impossible for Gu Hongzi to come back from the dead.

The most irreversible thing in this world is parting from life to death. Even if all the doctors in the world are invited, none of them can bring death back to life.

When there is something unfinished, it can still be used to distract. Now that the dust has settled and even people have fallen into the dirt, even if they refuse to recognize the reality, they must recognize the reality.

The voice and smile of that person in the past is still in front of my eyes, but now it is all a mirror image.Fang Yao quickly danced her sword skills between the small rooms, the speed was so fast and the power was so powerful, she left countless sword marks in the stone rooms in an instant.

"Sister..."

Fang Yao suddenly heard Gu Hongzi's voice, and happily ran to the place where the sound came from, only to realize that it was just a phantom imagined by herself.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt as if her senior brother was standing beside her, and there seemed to be countless voices calling her junior sister again.

Memories are like the sharpest weapons, repeatedly hurting her heart, and hatred accumulated repeatedly in her heart.

Demon Cult...

Yang Xiao...

"I will never let you go!" Following these cold words, only sword marks were left between the small rooms, as if the heart of losing a loved one was already scarred.

From then on, there was no Fang Yao, only extinction.

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This chapter is for the tenth...well...