Two wings suddenly grew out of her back - even if they were what she was supposed to have, it would probably cause her bones to ache like normal people growing taller. She probably couldn't find Master Mu Chun, couldn't find the senior brother who was busy preparing to go out, and the junior brother who was busy reciting the sect rules, and had no one to talk to, so she ran over to pull his trouser legs and cry.

But then again, Cheng Qian pinched Shuikeng's wings and observed them carefully for a moment. Seeing that the pair of wings were perfectly grown, just a little bit like a chicken, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. What if his master saw it? Wouldn't he ask the kitchen to make grilled chicken wings for another month?

"It's nothing. This should be something your mother left for you." Cheng Qian picked her up unskillfully. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that the little girl in his arms seemed a lot lighter - at least not as chubby as she looked.

Could it be that her body had become half bird, and even her bones had become lighter?

Generally, demon cultivators must have a certain level of Taoism before they can transform into human form. Cheng Qian had seen several books related to demon cultivators in the Sutra Building, but they were of no use to him, so he only picked up a few of them when he was interested and read them as oddities.

Since Shuikeng is half human, half demon, she should be born with both human and demon bodies. I just don't know if she can control the transformation freely and at will.

Cheng Qian aligned his sight with the puddle and said to her as gently as possible: "I don't know what to do either. Try to concentrate your mind and make this wing smaller and hide it...Hide it, understand? Hey, Junior Sister, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Shuikeng opened her big, ignorant eyes, and it was unclear how many words she understood. However, seeing her confused expression, Guo Qian was mentally prepared that she didn't understand a word.

He sighed heavily: "Forget it, I'll take you to find the master."

The puddle slapped his arm like a little mute, uttered "ah ah" twice, then clenched his fists and closed his eyes. His face turned red and his eyes became cross-eyed.

Just when Cheng Qian was relieved to think that she could solve it herself, "swoosh", the pair of tiny chicken-like wings on Shuikeng's back suddenly stretched to seven or eight feet long, and the feathers fell all over the ground. Cheng Qian was almost hit in the face by the pair of huge wings that suddenly appeared.

He stared in amazement at the junior sister who had almost turned into a giant bird. The clothes behind her were almost all torn apart by the pair of huge wings. Fortunately, she was still old enough to wear open-crotch pants and had no reputation to speak of. But the wings were too big, and the girl who was almost sandwiched in the middle was too small. In comparison, one could only see the wings and not the person. She looked like a giant moth floating in the air, which was extremely weird.

"..." Cheng Qian came back to his senses from the shock, stared at the puddle and said, "I made you smaller, not bigger."

Originally, she was a little girl that he could lift with one hand, but suddenly, because of the pair of huge wings, she became extremely heavy. If it weren't for the long time of sword practice, Cheng Qian could hardly hold her.

Shuikeng looked at him innocently. It was weighed down by the wings and could hardly keep its body upright. It swayed from side to side and hung on Cheng Qian's arm.

They still had to go find their master, so Cheng Qian had to carry her out with great effort. As a result...they were both stuck at the gate of Qing'anju.

Cheng Qian: “…”

Heaven……

Probably no girl of any age would be willing to face the cruel fact that she was stuck and couldn't go out. Shuikeng was originally a child who didn't like to cry much, but now she looked at her wings aggrievedly and finally couldn't help but started to howl.

An ordinary kid can howl as much as he wants, but a puddle can howl so hard that it can shake down a house!

Cheng Qian was extremely anxious. He struggled to keep his balance while trying to reason with her: "Big wings don't mean you are fat... Really, oh, okay, don't cry, fold your wings, don't tie them up like this, fold - back - understand?"

Shuikeng looked at him with sobs, and gradually stopped crying as he spoke.

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, holding on to the glimmer of hope that she really understood this time.

As a result, the next moment, his little junior sister who only knew how to listen to sarcasm performed the White Crane Spreads Wings dance for him. The huge wings were fully spread out, and she tried to flap them tremblingly. Then, as if she had activated some hidden instinct, she slowly flew up.

Her huge wings almost brought up a whirlwind, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere in Qing'anju. The several delicate orchids in the yard were all affected, and they fell to the ground as if they had been ravaged. Before Cheng Qian could even open his eyes, he felt a pair of hands grabbing his clothes.

The chubby hands of Shuikeng turned into a pair of claws, which firmly grasped Cheng Qian. Cheng Qian suddenly had a bad feeling...

The next moment, his premonition came true.

He was lifted into the air by the powerful Shuikeng, and his heart suddenly sank into his stomach. Cheng Qian instinctively wanted to struggle at first, but as she flew higher and higher, he didn't even dare to struggle. He could only shout Shuikeng's name in the whistling wind: "Han Tan! Get down!"

The puddle turned a deaf ear... Yes, even if she smelled it, she might not understand it.

Cheng Qian never expected that the first time in his life that he would fly on clouds would be under such circumstances. He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself that if he did not die in the Valley of Monsters, could he die at the hands of his junior sister?

The puddle carried him over the small gate of Qing'anju and over the jade-green bamboo forest behind it. Gradually, the entire Fuyao Mountain was at their feet.

Looking down from a high place, the mountain ridge is lush green and stretches into the distance. On one side is the flat slope of the front mountain that looks even more gentle in the sunset, and on the other side is the deep valley of the back mountain that looks even darker and deeper where the mountain shadows are slanting.

There are countless shadowy caves and empty courtyards in the mountains. Some have inscriptions on their doors, some have stone statues, and some are simply nameless. Over the past thousands of years, countless people have come and gone, inheriting the past and ushering in the future. Only the skills with different handwritings have become the blood of inheritance, buried deep under the nine-story scripture building. Among them, some are powerful, some have great talents, some are great sages, and some are great villains...

Now, all traces are hard to find.

The only thing left in the Fuyao sect was a weasel master and a few mischievous disciples, who disappeared into the world of mortals.

Only the wind of Buzhou can soar straight up into the sky and dive into the abyss.

The wind from high above hurt Cheng Qian's cheeks, but he gradually got rid of his initial fear.

Cheng Qian let out a breath, as if he was letting out a long-standing depression.

Once again, he thought of the arrogant Bei Ming Jun on the Linxian high platform, and his parents who lived in the remote countryside with scattered silver coins. Under such a huge difference, he clearly saw the secret wish in his heart.

Why do you want to be someone like Bei Mingjun?

If one day, he becomes powerful and can go anywhere in the Three Realms, all beasts tremble in fear when they see him, and all mortals crawl on the ground... can he return to the Cheng family and watch them regretting their mistakes?

But at this moment, when Cheng Qian was hanging high in the sky, when all the caves and courtyards on Fuyao Mountain were far away from him, his heart, which had always been full, suddenly became empty.

A mortal's life only has 30 to 50 years left. He is plotting and waiting day and night to go back and slap them in the face. Then what?

Perhaps by the time he succeeds, they will no longer be alive.

Maybe he is still there, but half of his life has passed. When he thinks about the child he gave away in his early years, he may feel regretful in his later years. After the regret, how deep is the affection left?

If he was really their sweetheart, how could he be sent away so easily?

And if there is no affection, how can there be deep-rooted guilt and regret?

Cheng Qian suddenly relaxed his tense shoulders and let the half-demon sister, who always understood his words in the opposite way, take him to a higher place.

He discovered that the hatred he had always thought was deep was actually just his own wishful thinking.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian's heart seemed to be broken through. In an instant, he heard the echo of whispers on Fuyao Mountain again, just like what he felt when his senior brother entered into meditation. Only this time, the thousands of winds from the valley did not pass by him, but passed through his body like flowing into the sea.

There was no lingering and no attachment. Like so many joys and so many troubles, they came and went, over and over again, as if he had become a part of this world.

After an unknown amount of time, a crane's cry was heard in the sky. A white crane from Fuyao Mountain flew up into the sky and circled around them for a few times. Shui Pu, who had lost himself in the air, cried bitterly and instinctively followed the white crane downwards. Led by the white crane, he landed in front of Mu Chun Zhenren's Unknown Hall.

Even when his feet touched the ground, Cheng Qian still hadn't come to his senses.

Master Mu Chun freed the puddle that was stuck by the gate of the Unknown Hall again. He brushed his hands over the huge wings behind her. The girl's uncoordinated wings were finally wrapped by an unknown force, slowly retracted, and finally disappeared, leaving only a pair of red marks like birthmarks on her back.

The master did not urge Cheng Qian. He waited quietly by the side, hugging the puddle where he had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. It was not until the sun sank below the mountain that Cheng Qian came to his senses and realized that his legs were numb from standing.

Master Mu Chun took down a dim lantern at the door and asked him to light the way back. He said to Cheng Qian, "It's too late today. You should go back first. After you finish practicing sword skills tomorrow, you can stay and learn spells with your senior brother."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment before he realized what his master meant. He was shocked and asked stupidly, "Master, that just now... was that the Qi feeling?"

Master Mu Chun nodded and said with a smile: "Master is not wrong. Among your fellow disciples, you are indeed the most talented."

Do we have to add “among the same school”?

Cheng Qian didn't know how to react to this. Anyway, he didn't feel very proud after hearing it - if "superior qualifications" were the result of comparison with Yan Zhengming, Han Yuan, Li Yun and the like, he felt that there was nothing to brag about.

Master Mu Chun looked at his back as he walked steadily along the mountain path, and his heart was somewhat sad. After so many years, he finally had a disciple who was willing to make progress. He touched the graceful neck of the white crane and said to himself, "Do you think those people would feel a little hurt when they saw it?"

The white crane rubbed against him, then stood up and flew away, as if telling the master master decisively - what are you dreaming about!