"Senior Sister, why are you doing this?”
Ning Chuan sighed and took some firewood to light the stove, making the house slightly warmer in late autumn.
"Why bother?"
"Junior brother, I didn't suffer at all. Every time I think about how my father died of depression, I feel that the pain I suffered is nothing.”
Bai Zhirou poured herself another glass of wine and downed the second glass.
"You really want to take the position of sect master?"
Ning Chuan finished filling the stove with firewood and sat quietly across from Bai Zhirou. He also poured himself a glass of wine, but he didn't directly put it into his mouth.
"The position of sect master was my father's, and the Iron Sword Sect was founded by my father. If it wasn't for that old bastard Lan Tiejiang who made things difficult for my father, how could my father have died of depression three years later?”
Bai Zhirou said hatefully. She poured herself a third cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.
After drinking three glasses of wine, Bai Zhirou's cold expression eased a little, but her eyes were still very cold. She could not find the playful look she had five years ago.
"Since you've already decided, then it's up to you.”
Ning Chuan didn't say anything more. He just raised his glass and drank all the wine in it.
For a moment.
The house was very quiet.
Other than the occasional crackling of firewood from the stove, there was no other sound.
Finally.
Bai Zhirou broke the silence.
"Junior brother, I will fight for the position of sect leader in seven days. This bag contains my father's ultimate skill, the Iron Sword Art, and a set of inner force cultivation methods. You must practice diligently in the future and strive to enter the third-rate realm as soon as possible.”
Bai Zhirou pushed the bag in front of her to Ning Chuan, forcing a smile on her beautiful and cold face.
Five years!
She always had a cold expression in front of everyone.
However, she could only force a smile in front of Ning Chuan. It vaguely reminded Ning Chuan of Bai Zhirou's playful appearance when she was a young girl.
He looked at the package Bai Zhirou pushed over.
Ning Chuan shook his head and pushed Bai Zhirou back.
"Senior Sister, have you forgotten that my aptitude for martial arts is extremely poor? Even if you give me a Xiantian cultivation technique, I'm afraid I won't be able to step into the third-rate realm in my life.”
"The martial arts manuals in this bag were left behind by your father. It's better for Senior Sister to take good care of them.”
Bai Zhirou didn't force Ning Chuan to reject her, but her cold face revealed a hint of disappointment.
"Junior Brother, I have been urging you to practice martial arts for the past five years, but you have never listened to me. You fiddle with these flowers and plants every day. Don't you really want to become a martial arts master?”
Bai Zhirou sighed.
"It is important to know your own limits. I am not cut out for martial arts.”
Ning Chuan revealed an honest smile.
Looking at Ning Chuan's simple-minded smile, Bai Zhirou smiled bitterly and said,""You, what should I say to you? Forget it. Since you don't want to practice martial arts, then it's fine.”
"If I can become the Sect Leader, I will protect you for the rest of your life. However, if I die in the hands of that old thing, you must keep a low profile in the Iron Sword Sect in the future.”
Bai Zhirou seemed to be saying her last words. Clearly, she was worried about Ning Chuan.
Ning Chuan smiled." Senior Sister, don't you know me? I rarely walk out of the herbal garden. How can I provoke a strong enemy?"”
Hearing this.
Bai Zhirou knew that she was overthinking.
Other than not liking to practice martial arts, this Junior Brother Ning of his could be said to be good in every aspect. He was also an honest and dutiful person and would not stir up trouble at all.
"Junior brother, I'm a bit tired. Let me sleep for a while.”
Bai Zhirou yawned gently, then got up and lay down on Ning Chuan's bed. She closed her eyes and rested.
Not long after.
Bai Zhirou fell asleep.
However, in her dreams, Bai Zhirou's brows furrowed slightly before she gradually unleashed her power.
Seeing that Bai Zhirou had fallen asleep, Ning Chuan took off his jacket and gently draped it over her body. Then, he stood in front of the bed and quietly looked at Bai Zhirou's sleeping beauty.
Don't misunderstand.
Ning Chuan didn't have any thoughts about Bai Zhirou.
He was just slowly recalling everything that had happened in the past five years.
…….
Five years ago.
Lan Tiejiang became the new sect master.
For the first time in her life, Bai Zhirou had encountered the so-called cold and warmth of human nature.
The few elders who once doted on her also drew a clear line with her.
Moreover, many male disciples of the Iron Sword Sect teased her. Bai Zhirou was no longer treated like a proud daughter of heaven.
Lan Tiejiang turned a blind eye to it, allowing these male disciples to speak nonsense to Bai Zhirou.
It was as if she was taking revenge on Bai Zhirou for ignoring her son, Blue Dawn.
However, Bai Zhirou was really hardworking.
She practiced martial arts hard and in just a year, she had raised her cultivation to the third-rate realm.
It had to be said.
There was really a difference between people.
Bai Zhirou's talent in martial arts was definitely top-notch, and she was definitely not someone Ning Chuan could compare to.
Under his hard work day and night, he entered the second-rate master realm in the third year. Even Ning Chuan was extremely shocked and his self-confidence was hit.
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