A gentle breeze and clear.

  Skirting the trees in the courtyard, where the pear tree still has two or three white flowers, the corridor below is shaded by flowers and trees, and the delicate yellow welcome spring flowers sway gently, half covering the tall and slender figure of a young man in white clothes.

  Chu Cha withdrew her gaze and walked towards the courtyard, "I'll take a look."

  The girl's voice was indifferent yet casual and carefree.

  "The potatoes from the Sword Sect are much sweeter than those outside, Master should try some." He asked with a lazy and warm smile, blending in with the gentle spring breeze, which was full of youthful vigor yet had a slightly intoxicating charm.

  Chu Cha's eyes drooped slightly, her gaze sweeping across the wooden table where the dishes were still steaming hot.

  A plate of green vegetables and mushrooms.

  A dish of green pepper and potato

  Her expression was slightly stunned, but only for a moment before she withdrew her gaze and regained her usual calm and composed demeanor.

  "I have abstained from grains and do not eat ordinary things."

  "It seems that I have been careless." Gu Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, then picked up the ink sword on the long bench, "Master, are you here to inspect our homework?"

  The girl nodded slightly, her face expressionless, a pair of starry eyes clear and cold as if taken from an icy pool, "My body is fine."

  Gu Yan's clean eyes flickered with a moment of hesitation, but then slightly raised his eyebrows, "It's all good now."

  Chu Cha nodded slightly and then turned around and retreated a few feet.

  "Draw your sword."

  Spring mountains warm sun and breeze, balustrades and pavilions with curtains, willows and swings in the courtyard.

  The girl threw the duster in her hand into the air.

  A burst of silver light flashed, sparks flew like electricity, like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, and shot straight at the young man.

  Gu Yan stepped into the wind and rose, avoiding the girl's move after turning around, grasping the hilt of his sword in mid-air, and pulling out the long sword with a clear and cold glow from its scabbard.

  With sleeves fluttering in the wind, her garment flying open, she rushed towards the young girl standing in the courtyard.

  She was as elegant as a fairy, her complexion unchanged, with a calmness that seemed almost indifferent, yet with just a light sweep of her dust, she knocked open his sword move.

  A sharp white light accompanied by a powerful spiritual energy swept across the sword body and struck his chest.

  Gu Yan's wrist relaxed, his long sword bent in half, like a fallen bird.

  He knelt down on the ground, covering his chest and coughing violently, with bright red blood sliding from the corner of his mouth into his collar.

  "I had already suppressed my cultivation to a very low level, I won't hurt you this much."

  It was still so, the girl's voice remained calm and waveless, only her slightly furrowed eyebrows could let people perceive her current puzzlement.

  Gu Yan coughed a few more times, lifted his wrist to wipe away the blood at the corner of his lips, then pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced out a faint smile. "It's just that my disciple is too weak."

  Even with this explanation, the girl's face still showed no reduction in her doubts. She walked slowly over and said, "Take off your clothes."

  "Shi Shi Zun" Gu Yan's peach blossom eyes widened slightly, with tension and helplessness filling the bottom of his eyes.

  Chu Cha slightly raised her chin, showing a hint of impatience, "Don't make me repeat myself."

  His dense and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, then slowly fell, his ears flushing with a red glow, "Understood, Master"

  The voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of embarrassment.

  He immediately stretched out his hands and slowly untied his belt, pulling down his outer robe from his shoulders.

  Suddenly, Chu Cha's eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous aura.

  All that could be seen was the boy's skin exposed to the air, full of uneven purple and red scars, some caused by blunt objects, others by sharp ones.

  Either a club or a whip or a sword, obvious scars crisscrossed on his shoulders and chest.

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