C17 Yan Huan Qing Xiu

As expected, Feng Zhu didn't go back on his words. When I was sparring with Aunt Eleven, he impressively appeared in my field of vision. In that instant, I fainted. In a moment of absent-mindedness, Aunt Eleven had the upper hand.

She proudly used a celestial technique to seal my body and taunted, "It's only been a day and you've actually regressed. You've truly let me down!"

A heavy blow landed on my back.

Feng Zhu's voice came from behind her. "Did you take my phoenix feather?"

After a moment, she rubbed her hands together and turned around. I couldn't see her expression, but I could feel that she had frozen for a moment.

Her voice was timid, like a child who had done something wrong. "Sorry, I …"

With that, I knew she must have liked him.

Feng Zhu's voice was decisive and gloomy, he did not allow for any explanation, "Take it out!"

Yan Huan's hand slowly reached into her pocket. The exquisite phoenix feather was lying on her palm. At this moment, I was able to move freely.

I leaned forward and saw that Yohuo's face was as red as a tomato, and that she was wringing her fingers nervously, beads of sweat on her forehead. During the process of handing over the phoenix feather to Feng Zhu, she didn't dare to raise her head in the slightest, and kept her silence from beginning to end.

Shijie Eleven, don't you want to be so obvious and expose all of your thoughts.

I intimately patted Feng Zhu on the shoulder and maintained my standard smile as I invited him and said, "Let's have lunch together today."

'Woosh! 'I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my shoulder. I turned my head slightly, and sure enough, Aunt Eleven was glaring at me with an irrepressible glare that made my heart flutter –' Isn't it too immoral for me to provoke her like this? '

But the words that came out were like spilled water. How could he take them back?

In the next moment, Feng Zhu retracted his serious expression. It was obvious that he did not expect me to tell him this, so he took my hand and replied, "Alright, let's go. I'll make you something nice to eat."

The word "yummy" completely captured me, causing my eyes to immediately light up like peach blossoms. I hopped and followed behind Feng Zhu, leaving behind only Aunt Eleven who was standing alone at the back of the mountain.

She seemed to be … Abandoned.

I only provoked her on a whim, but I didn't expect her to be like this. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I turned back to look at Shijie Eleven. She still had her head down, the wind blowing her black hair, making it impossible to see her expression. But faintly, I thought I heard a sob.

At this moment, some guilt loitered in my heart.

What Feng Zhu brought me to eat was something that I had never eaten before. It was both beautiful and fragrant, there was nothing I could say about it. Among them, there was a very light soup called "Hibiscus Water". It seemed to be very tasteless, but when carefully savored, there was a hint of sweetness to it, as if one was drinking sweet rain.

According to Feng Zhu, this is Junior Master's favorite soup. I slowly savored it and thought that this soup was indeed no different from Junior Master's soup. What kind of people have such habits.

After eating my fill and returning to my room, I flipped through the tattered Immortal book. All of a sudden, Seventh Senior Sister's voice rang in my ears, "Little Ran, you're so lucky!"

"Which door did I go?"

I looked up and saw her big, blinking eyes. She smiled slyly and threw me a word.

"Guess what?"

"How can I guess?"

"Junior Sister Eleven herself told Master that she could not allow him to do as he pleased. She planned to go to the eastern side of the Chong Wang Mountain to train at the Li Yun Pavilion for a period of time, so she was unable to teach you!"

"Sister Eleven …" "He went to train?"

I don't know why, but I wasn't so happy to hear it, but my heart felt like it was pressing down on a big rock, making it hard to breathe.

Yan Huan must have gone to cultivate because I told Feng Zhu that we were going to eat together, and his expression was so agitated as well … She must have felt bad.

It had only been a single night since that time until she brought up the training session. Just how many things had she thought about and how many struggles had she gone through during this night?

Of course I don't know, but I can almost imagine her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. There were many things that a person like Senior Sister Eleven could not say, but she would always care about it in her heart, especially for Feng Zhu …

If she had been nicer to me that day, I definitely wouldn't have provoked her on purpose, and things wouldn't have turned out like this. My relationship with Aunt Eleven might not have been fated to get better from the beginning.

"Has she already left?"

If she hadn't left yet, I would have had time to say goodbye to her.

However, the words that came out of Seventh Sister's mouth were: "She already packed her things and left with the permission of her master. It can't be that you're unwilling, right? "

"Sister Eleven has taught me so many celestial spells. I can't bear to say this!"

I said, half-truthfully.

There was always a hint of regret in his heart. Maybe I could tell her this when she came back, or at least tell her I didn't mean to, and it would make me feel better.

Seventh Senior Sister's words broke my train of thought. "Junior Sister, I've changed another one to teach you."

"Who is it?"

After hearing this news, I couldn't help but reject it.

She paused, then said with some ridicule, "Senior Martial Uncle."