At this time, in a pavilion in Shanheyuan, six powerful old men were sitting opposite each other, among them was the old man Ji De.

"Sixth Elder, how far has things come?" the leader of the old man said. This is the great elder of Shenhouyuan, named Jiang Yizhi. He is a saint and the strongest among the six!

"Great Elder, I have arranged for this little guy to go to the library. Whether he can succeed or not depends on him!" Old Man Jide responded.

"I believe that the dean's son will not let us down!" Jiang Yizhi's eyes were a little sad, and he looked at an empty seat on the left.

"Hmph, the people of the God Clan are really bullying others. Sooner or later, they will enter the God Realm and rescue the dean!"

An old man sitting opposite the great elder couldn't help shouting angrily. This was Duan Kong, the second elder of Shenhouyuan. He had a very bad temper and was already a great saint in cultivation.

"Second brother, don't be impulsive. I think that day will come, and it will be very soon!" Great Elder Jiang pointed his finger and said, "The top priority is to protect this little guy!"

"Just listen to big brother!" Duan Kong calmed down and stopped talking.

"Brother, when will you tell that little guy that this courtyard is his father?" the third elder asked.

"When this child dares to use the name Sun Qitian to show off to others!" the elder Jiang pointed out and spoke very calmly.

It is not difficult to know from the mouths of several elders that the director of Shenhou Yuan is Sun Litian.

Sun Litian made all the arrangements before leaving and sent someone to secretly protect the mother and son.

As early as when Yang Wenjing was six years old, Yang Xue had already informed Yang Wenjing of the name Sun Qitian and told Yang Wenjing to use this name when she grew up.

At this time, Yang Wenjing had arrived at the library.

There are very few people here, and the people who are qualified to come to the library must be the best in Shanhe Academy, with outstanding strength.

There are nine floors in the library. Generally, disciples of Shanheyuan can enter the first three floors, and those who can enter the middle floor are some geniuses who have enough qualifications to enter. As for the top floor, only six elders and the dean can enter.

The books will definitely not be bad.

"Little guy, are you sent by that guy from Yingfeng?"

As soon as Yang Wenjing entered the door, a woman smiled slightly and asked.

"Well, it was Senior Brother Yingfeng who arranged for me to clean the library!" Yang Wenjing smiled, very innocently.

"Okay, in that case, I'll leave this library to you!" The woman smiled, with moist red lips and jade-like teeth. Her smile was very charming, her black hair spread on her snow-white chest, and her voice was magnetic.

The last name is very pleasant to the ear.

"Leave it to me, sister!" Yang Wenjing responded with a smile.

"Sister?" When the woman heard this, she immediately laughed out loud and said, "I like this title very much, little guy, and you will call me that again in the future!"

"Okay, sister!" Yang Wenjing responded, one sister at a time.

"Did you hear that? This brat actually called the Third Elder Sister!"

"Of course I heard it. This third Qingming elder has lived for almost two thousand years. We can call him Mrs. Mrs....grandma."

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful not to let the third elder hear it."

The two disciples on the side lowered their heads and whispered.

Yang Wenjing had just entered Shanhe Academy, so naturally she didn't know that the three elders, Qingming, had lived for nearly two thousand years, and were now a little saint in cultivation. They could maintain their youthful appearance for thousands of years, which shows that their strength must be extraordinary.

Nowadays, Yang Wenjing is already a disciple of Shanheyuan Shenhouyuan, and she is either in the library or practicing martial arts every day.

From the ancient books in the library, he learned that if a monk wants to practice, he must be tough. From this, Yang Wenjing also saw some other books on sword dancing and martial arts, and when he had nothing to do, he began to study and practice on his own.

Even those who don’t know how to do it will ask this so-called sister for advice.

As time goes by, Yang Wenjing has been in Shanheyuan for half a year. Although it is not said that his cultivation has improved much, Yang Wenjing's knowledge has improved a lot in these six months. This is not a kind of cultivation.

During this period, he would go home to visit his mother every few days and bring some delicious food.

"It's time to go home today!" Yang Wenjing smiled and put back the sword she was waving in her hand.

"Little guy, how are you doing with your sword skills?" Sixth Elder Jide asked.

Yang Wenjing came to the old man Jide and said very respectfully: "Grandpa Jide, you taught me this swordsmanship and I have entered the next level!"

"Well, not bad!" Old Man Jide affirmed and said with a smile: "Of the six killing sword techniques, the first three movements are mainly defensive, so it is relatively easy to learn, but the last three movements are all killing moves. If you want to truly

It’s not an easy thing to master.”

"I will work harder!" Yang Wenjing's eyes were determined and she was very confident in her heart.

"Okay, if you want to become a sharp sword, it must be tempered many times!" Old Man Jide taught.

Yang Wenjing listened quietly. This old man with good deeds was like a master to him. He had taught him a lot in the past six months, whether it was cultivation or life.

The fact that Yang Wenjing received so much attention from Elder Jide also aroused the envy of many apprentices in Shanhe Academy. Suddenly, some people felt that Yang Wenjing had a great background, and began to find out the details of Yang Wenjing in private.

"It's time to go home early today, otherwise the bun shop will be closed!" Yang Wenjing moved very fast and shuttled through the mountains and forests. This road was very familiar to Yang Wenjing.

In the past, Yang Wenjing would pass by this trail when she went home, and finally used some silver she chopped in Shanhe Courtyard to buy some food to take back.

Outside, the mountains and rivers are still the same, but the seasons are changing. Now it is early autumn, with colorful fallen leaves, the autumn wind singing, and a desolate atmosphere.

Time passed quickly, and I remembered that it was winter when Yang Wenjing went up the mountain for the first time.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Yang Wenjing moved faster, walking on the rugged mountain road as if walking over a cliff, as if walking on flat ground.

Soon Yang Wenjing entered the city and followed a scent of aroma to a steamed bun shop.

"Uncle Liu, here are five steamed buns stuffed with meat!"

"Okay, I'll just wait for you. I know you'll come at this time!" The owner of the bun shop said with a smile, wrapping five freshly-baked buns for Yang Wenjing.

"I almost couldn't eat Uncle Liu's buns today!" Yang Wenjing smiled and took the buns.

"It's okay later. Uncle Liu, I'll wait for you!" The owner of the bun shop was very enthusiastic and very kind to Yang Wenjing.

"Okay, Uncle Liu, I'm back!" Yang Wenjing greeted, then turned and left.

Yang Wenjing walked along the ancient alleys towards the old city, which was the direction of home.

When Yang Wenjing turned into another alley, she was attracted by a little girl on the street.

The little girl's clothes were in tatters, her body was patched everywhere, and she was begging for food on the street with her frozen feet. She was very pitiful.

"Okay, okay, uncle, my brother and I haven't eaten for three days!" The little girl looked around helplessly with tears she didn't want to shed, trying to find some food or help within her ability.

"Go away, why haven't you starved to death after three days?" A noble lady uttered evil words, stretched out a thick hand and slapped the little girl hard on the face.

The little girl said nothing, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, knelt on the ground, and was in a trance.

People passing by on the street were very indifferent, and no one was willing to help, even if it meant losing a penny.

A middle-aged man wanted to help, but he was stopped by a woman next to him and said: "You don't dare to help her. If you help her, we will be the unlucky ones!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face darkened, he sighed, and disappeared into the crowd along with the woman.

The noble lady felt that this slap was not harsh enough because it did not make the little girl cry, so she picked up the little girl and prepared to kill her again.

All this happened to be seen by Yang Wenjing who was passing by. Yang Wenjing couldn't bear it, so she came closer and rescued the little girl. When she saw someone coming to help, the lady couldn't say anything, and left with resentment in her eyes.

Yang Wenjing turned around, looked at the pitiful little girl, took out one of the buns in her hand and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Yang Wenjing with some fear. She didn't dare to reach out to pick it up for fear that someone would hit her.

It's not like this has never happened. Some people played with little girls just for fun.

Yang Wenjing saw the clues in the little girl's eyes and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, just take it and eat it, I won't hurt you!"

"Thank you...brother!" The little girl trembled. She looked at Yang Wenjing and felt that there was no malice, so she took the bun.

The little girl did not eat the whole bun in one sitting, but broke it open, ate half of it herself, and kept the other half.

"Why don't you eat half of this!" Yang Wenjing asked in confusion.

"I will save half of this for my brother!" the little girl replied softly, having already finished the bun in her hand.

"Eat it, I still have it here!" Yang Wenjing took out another bun and handed it to the little girl.

"Thank you, big brother!" The little girl was very grateful and ate the other half of the bun this time.

Yang Wenjing asked: "Where is your brother?"

"My brother is in the alley over there!" The little girl was very naive and knew that Yang Wenjing was not a bad person, so she took Yang Wenjing to an alley.

There are very few people coming and going in this alley.

Yang Wenjing followed the little girl all the way to the alley, and finally stopped in front of a wooden board. The little girl took the wooden board away, and a hole in the wall appeared in front of them.

The little girl passed through the hole in the wall, and Yang Wenjing followed her in, arriving at an abandoned courtyard.

"who?"

Suddenly, a voice came, pointing directly at Yang Wenjing.

"Brother, it's me. This big brother is not a bad person!" The little girl quickly ran to a roof and handed a bun to the young man who was half lying on the ground.

What Yang Wenjing didn't expect was that the young man in front of her, who was a few years older than herself, turned out to be a monk, and he had already given birth to a spiritual seedling in his body.

"Sister, what happened to your face? You were hit by that bastard?" The boy asked after seeing the slap mark on the little girl's face.

"It's okay, brother. Thanks to this big brother today, he helped me out!" The little girl smiled and pointed at Yang Wenjing. She buried her pain in her heart and didn't want her brother to worry about her.

"Thank you so much for today, little brother!" The young man was very grateful and wanted to get up, but he couldn't.

Yang Wenjing also noticed the boy's inconvenience and said, "You don't have to get up."
Chapter completed!