Chapter 55
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The sword, not only the black jade, but also the black scabbard.
He didn't take a closer look last time, but now he realized that there was an incongruous peach blossom engraved on the black and simple scabbard.
It was delicate and bright. It was extremely vivid.
He thought of the peach forest that was also out of place in the Yuntian Palace.
Ye Yunlan didn't want to talk to him anymore. After a moment of silence, he said, "You seem to have a special liking for peach blossoms?"
Qiyun Jun said, "Yes."
"Why?" Ye Yunlan said, "Your residence is covered in snow all year round. I thought you liked ice lotuses and snow cups more than peach blossoms."
Qiyun Jun's eyes were cold. He said lightly, "This has nothing to do with you."
Ye Yunlan was expressionless. "How do you know it has nothing to do with me if you don't say it?"
Qiyun Jun said, "My liking for peach blossoms has nothing to do with anyone else in the world."
Indeed, it had nothing to do with anyone else in the world.
It only had something to do with himself.
When the Ruthless Dao was almost completed, the Inner Demon Tribulation would descend.
The Inner Demon Tribulation was silent and often difficult to detect.
His Inner Demon Tribulation was a dream.
In his dreams, there was often a peach forest, and in the peach forest, there was a hazy figure whose face couldn't be seen clearly.
That person would run in the peach forest, let out a light and beautiful laugh, and even hold his sleeve and act coquettishly.
Every time he heard that laugh, he couldn't help but feel his heart soften. His state of mind wavered, and he wanted to hold her hand.
However, that was only a person he had imagined during the Inner Demon Tribulation.
An illusory figure.
It carried the only love and desire, thoughts and thoughts of his life.
Ye Yunlan said, "Since you don't want to say anything, then there's nothing to say between us."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a low cough. When he looked up again, his eyes were cold. "Celestial Master, please go back. I won't take you as my master, and I don't need you to forge a sword for me. "
Qiyun Jun frowned again.
Ye Yunlan's repeated rejections had made him unhappy.
Although he really wanted to take this person as his disciple, as the Sect Master of Tenzong and the Supreme of Sword Dao, he still wanted to save face.
No matter how much he admired him, he would never make the same promise a second time.
He remembered the purpose of his visit.
"The Divine Fire injury on your body has been triggered. I need to use my spiritual energy to suppress it." Qiyun Jun said coldly, "I told you that you need to suppress your injuries every month. Now that a month has passed, why haven't you come to Yuntian Palace?"
From the moment Ye Yunlan stepped out of the Heavenly Cloud Palace, she had no intention of going back.
Even though his chest was hurting and he was coughing up blood, he only said coldly, "It snows all year round in the Heavenly Cloud Palace. My body is afraid of the cold and I don't like to stay there. It just so happens that there's no need to waste your time. "
This person always spoke with sarcasm.
Qiyun Jun originally wanted to turn around and leave, but then he remembered this person's frail figure walking in the wind and snow that day. He lowered his head to look at his pale complexion, his line of sight fixed on this person's bright red eyes. In the end, he spoke indifferently.
"Since you're afraid of the cold and don't want to go, then you can stay at your place to recuperate."
Ye Yunlan wanted to refuse, but she felt that her entire body's aura was locked, and she couldn't move. Qiyun Jun stretched out his long arm and pulled him into the bamboo building.
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