The handwriting is clear and the pen marks show through three-thirds of the paper.

Although Yan Jing'an does not have high attainments in calligraphy, and her calligraphy skills are only called excellent, she has her own opinions in terms of vision. After all, Cihang Jingzhai is different from other sects in the world.

Their definition makes their disciples unique.

Beauty, swordsmanship, and eloquence are the two abilities that Cihang Jingzhai Saint must possess. In addition, some people are good at other special arts, such as chess, calligraphy, and painting.

Yan Jing'an's real specialty is not calligraphy, but he still has a good eye for this subject.

She could tell that the words on the portrait were very 'profound'.

Deep represents the writer's attainments; while engraving represents the writer's emotions at that time.

At first glance, even if Yan Jing'an is a girl who has never experienced the love between men and women, she can see the smell of resentment in this elegant handwriting. Is it hatred or resentment, even if it is separated by a distance?

, Yan Jing'an still felt something frightening.

You must know that the saint of Cihang Jingzhai has always been said to have survived the tribulation of love.

"..."

Swallowing hard, Yan Jing'an's expression became a little strange. If you look carefully, you will definitely find a slight feeling of panic deep in her eyes, but she suppressed it forcefully.

At this moment, Cihang Jingzhai's martial arts swordsmanship ability really helped her a lot.

"I seem to have discovered something extraordinary!" Taking a deep breath, Yan Jing'an said to herself in her heart: "No! It shouldn't be!"

At this time, Yan Jing'an did not dare to admit the thought that appeared inexplicably in his mind at all, because the guess was too absurd. How could it be possible? This resentment, like the murmur of a lover who has turned his face, would be a woman's reaction to another person.

What a woman told.

At this time, Yan Jing'an didn't pay attention to Master Miejie's expression, but fell into self-speculation and self-denial.

But in her subconscious, Yan Jing'an had a feeling that her speculation was the truth.

Because if this speculation is true, then the greatest shame of Cihang Jingzhai mentioned in the words of his master is very likely to be this matter. After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, Yan Jing'an tried hard to recall the kindness of his master's generation.

Because of her age, she has not personally experienced what Hang Jingzhai did. She can only get some understanding from some records and a few words from her elders.

These things that just emerged from memories kept echoing in my mind over and over again. Everything told Yan Jing'an that the history of Cihang Jingzhai of her master's generation had been eradicated.

This is extremely rare.

Even when faced with the crisis of destroying the sect, it was not like this when Cihang Jingzhai's former mountain emperor was trampled through. Those who escaped still recorded that miserable failure as an example in Cihang Jingzhai's classics

Above, to serve as a warning to future generations.

But the family teacher’s generation…

No.

No!

It’s not that there aren’t any, it’s that too many have been deleted artificially.

That past became a taboo for Cihang Jingzhai.

As a saint of Cihang Jingzhai, Yan Jing'an has known the meaning of her identity since she was a child.

For the sake of the world, you can even sacrifice your body to feed demons when necessary.

The devil refers to those men who are enough to disturb the world and go against the goals of Cihang Jingzhai.

But if the target is a woman...well, no, it's still wrong!

Yan Jing'an's eyes narrowed suddenly. She must have known from her master's words that the saint of that period was Guo Xiang herself, and her master was just a backup saint, just Guo Xiang's substitute.

Wait...Is it possible!!!

As if he remembered something, Yan Jing'an's eyes suddenly stopped at Master Miejie who was still in a daze in front of him. He remembered the name of the mountain at his feet - Mount Emei. Suddenly, Yan Jing'an felt that his life had been ruined.

A new door has opened.

It's just this terrible guess that Yan Jing'an can't believe.

Is Guo Xiang, the previous generation saint of Cihang Jingzhai and the founder of the Emei Sect, really so 'terrible'? There is no man in the world who can compare with her? Could it be that even the Chuan Ying cannot be compared with her?

Just as Yan Jing'an's mind was spinning, he saw Master Miejie return the sword to its sheath, and the extremely sharp Yitian Sword returned to his hand again, and was placed on the little hand of Zhou Zhiruo, who was not far away, who had been in a state of shock. The hem of his clothes

Yang, Master Jiejie's cold and stern voice echoed in the hall.

"Since Miss Yan has taken out the ancestor's token, on behalf of the Emei Sect, I can promise you something that does not violate morality!"

"Seriously?" Yan Jing'an's eyes lit up, staring in disbelief at Master Miejie who turned her back to him, and said, "Anything is okay?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it doesn't violate the moral principles of the world." Taking a deep breath, Master Miejie's tone was slightly tougher, as if she was suppressing something, but in the end she gave Yan Jing'an a definite answer.

"It will not violate the moral principles of the world, it is just a matter of justice!"

Yan Jing'an affirmed his words with a very sure tone, and then explained the purpose of visiting the mountain this time: "What if it is for the common people in the world to deal with a big devil who brings disaster to the world?"

After hearing this, Master Miejie slowly turned around and stared at Yan Jing'an. After being silent for a long time, he spoke his answer in Yan Jing'an's anxious eyes.

"Can!"

The affirmative answer did not make Yan Jing'an happy, but her mood was a little confused under this word.

In a way, Master Miejie's words confirmed her previous guesses.

…

An unknown mountain peak is filled with smoke, and in the gaps, you can vaguely see the buildings scattered on the mountainside.

And here, the peak of Cihang Jingzhai is located.

Mountain top.

In a simple pavilion.

A female nun was standing in the pavilion, quietly staring at the sea of ​​fog in front of her.

After staring for a long time, the nun finally retracted her gaze and murmured: "Although decades have passed, in the eyes of junior sister, senior sister's peerless style is still vivid in our minds."

"Senior sister's eyebrows, senior sister's mouth corners, senior sister's frown and smile."

"Sister!"

"Even though you are a shame and a taboo in our school, the harder I work hard over the years, the clearer your image is in my mind."

"But you can't hide, I will definitely look for you."

"The Emei Sect is the beginning!"

"Amitabha!"

After saying that, the nun suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, took a deep breath, recited the Buddha's name, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Saying Buddha's name cannot cover up the past scenes that keep popping up in my mind.

In that generation, there were two real targets for Cihang Jingzhai. One was Guo Daxia’s son Guo Polu, and the other was the world-famous Chuan Ying. However, because of their status as saints, Guo Polu

Of course, Guo Polu can't do it, and it doesn't take much experience. Basically, Guo Polu will do whatever the saint says. After all, they are siblings.

Chuan Ying is the real goal.

only……

No one expected what kind of evil she would be with the title of Xiao Dongxie.

She was not interested in Chuanying, but turned back to nibble on the grass beside her nest.

And that time, Cihang Jingzhai almost lost face for decades and became the ridicule of the entire world.

Opening eyes!

The nun's left eye was filled with hatred, and her right eye was filled with extreme resentment.

The name of that resentful person was Guo Xiang.
Chapter completed!