characters "Ghost Gate", drew out a bright red, archaic-looking incense from his bosom and offered it to Zhao Lang, "Quick!"Of course, he always carried flint with him, and was even familiar with the..."Cough!"

A soft cough broke the silence of the long night.

But echoing in Jiang Wang's ears, it was like a mountain collapsing, deafening.

The fragile emotions shattered in an instant, and when he raised his head again, he was that dazzling prodigy once more.

He supported Ye Qingyu's shoulder and turned his head back, seeing Jiang An'an who had bounced out from the corner, suddenly stopped in her tracks, and widened her eyes—he had thought the person coming would be that Master Ye, because the light cough just before almost breaking through the Guanzizai’s ear was obviously Master Ye’s voice.

The two of them jumped apart like startled birds.

Ye Qingyu blushed and awkwardly adjusted her sleeves.

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Jiang Wangxian took the initiative: "Jiang An'an! How come it's so late and you're still not asleep Do you know that this will make you shorter Will you be able to wake up for morning class tomorrow"

Jiang An'an was clearly taken aback by this three-question set. She momentarily forgot what she had originally wanted to say and pitifully replied, "It's Yun Chao Festival today, aren't we still going to do morning prayers tomorrow"

Just as Jiang Wang was about to put on an air of authority and give them a good scolding, he saw Chui Hui, who had somehow managed to follow them here, arrive.

This was a stupid dog he bought from an ordinary peasant family that year. When it saw him, the little short legs almost ran out of sight. It darted forward, spun around his legs crazily, and wagged its tail wildly as it jumped in circles, "An An ya."

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Yè Qīngyǔ finally straightened the cuffs, which didn't have any wrinkles: "Wáng Yuèyí didn't say that you were tired and took you to rest How did you run out again"

Jiang An'an walked in familiarly, wrinkling her nose: "I told you I wasn't tired, I wasn't tired! I wanted to wait for my brother. I don't know why, Sister Wang insisted that I was tired and had to drag me to her room to sleep..."

Ye Qingyu, of course, knew why Wang Yueyi insisted on taking Jiang An'an to bed. She interrupted the little girl's complaints: "You may have opened your meridian, but your body is still not fully formed. You do need to eat more and sleep more...Where is Wang Yueyi"

As she walked closer, Jiang An'an kept stealing glances at Jiang Wang's expression. Seeing that he didn't object, she jumped right in front of him and took his hand.

With a beaming smile, she said: "Little Wang, my senior sister, fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. So I came here to wait for my brother!"

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Ye Qingyu was speechless for a moment. This Wang Yueyi!

Jiang An'an was still young and growing, so naturally she needed plenty of sleep to accumulate energy. However, for a cultivator like Wang Yueyi at this age, they could already substitute meditation for sleep.

Although cultivation is arduous and sleep is comfortable, only a very small number of people would cultivate day and night. But you, Wang Yueyi, are carrying a heavy responsibility!

Jiang Wang lowered her head and looked at Jiang An'an, saying softly, "You know I would definitely come today, right"

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"You promised last time!" Jiang An'an said firmly, "A man keeps his word! You did promise!"

"Yes, I'm a man." Jiang Wang smiled softly. "Then you promised me things, will you do them"

Jiangan An didn't remember what she had agreed to, but she remembered something more important. She took her brother's hand and walked outside the courtyard: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Wang and Ye Qingyu exchanged glances, then obediently followed their younger sister out.

As the siblings walked out of the hospital, they were separated from Ye Qingyu by the wall.

Chunky Gray wagged its tail and chased after it, Jiang An'an pointed a small hand, and it wagged its tail and drilled back into the yard, supervising Ye Qingyu to leave.

"With that air of a little adult about her, Jiang Wang found himself chuckling."

What's so mysterious that you have to keep it from your sister, Qingyu

"Jiang An'an hushed her voice, beckoning her brother to squat down beside her. She whispered in his ear, "Do you know that today is Qingyu jie's birthday"

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"I know." Jiang Wang nodded.

"So, did you get her a present" Jiang An'an said earnestly: "I saw you hugging her, and your hands were empty ——"

Jiang Wang covered her small mouth, feeling a little embarrassed: "What are you saying! Me and Qing Yu sister are just friends. We haven't seen each other in a long time, so we just gave each other a light hug."

"Not easy."

Jian An'an blinked her eyes: "Hold on tight."

Jiang Wang had no choice but to put on a parental air: "It's an adult matter, children shouldn't interfere."

"You are not allowed to spread rumors about people, understand Especially that so-called Big Sister Wang, and your fellow disciples Fang and Yuan."

Jiang An'an snorted: "I'm too lazy to say it, and I can't have more snow crane legs."

"Even if there were three more, you still can't say that!" Jiang Wang glared.

"Okay, okay." Jiang An'an waved her hand impatiently.

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"You adults are such a bother. You can't say this, you can't say that. If you have the ability, don't do it in the first place!"

Jiang Wang began to copy from the writing model.

"Clang clang clang clang..." Jiang An'an accompanied herself with a little tune, took out a long, narrow brocade box, presented it with both hands, and said ingratiatingly, "Brother! Look!"

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Jiang Wang opened the letter with a mixture of curiosity and doubt. Inside the gilt box lay a beautiful gold-inlaid jade hairpin: "What is this"

"I bought this item with the money you gave me, not the money Uncle Ye gave me, okay."

Jiang Annan obediently said, "So this is the gift you bought, big brother"

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Jiang Wang reached out and rubbed her little head: "This is the birthday present you prepared for your sister Qingyu, so how can you give it to me"

Jiang An'an tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I'll give her my pet turtle."

"Your little turtle is still being raised by yourself, and I have also prepared gifts."

"Don't underestimate your older brother," Jiang Wang said with a confident smile.

As he spoke, he got up and walked back into the courtyard.

Though he had made it to the door, his confident stride faltered with a hint of hesitation.

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Then he turned his head and took the lacquer box from Jiang An'an's hand: "Big brother will keep it for you."

Once again walking back into the courtyard... Ye Qingyu stood there peacefully.

Whiter than snow, brighter than the moon.

Ye Lingxiao placed her on a divine throne in the clouds, keeping her pure and untouched by worldly things. He denied her the experience of fire and smoke, showering her with all the beauty the world had to offer, hoping that she would live a life of purity, happiness, and joy.

But it is also inevitable that it will gradually become farther and farther away from human beings.

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Jiang Wang was indeed an unexpected factor, a person who had rolled in the mire of blood and mud.

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One party resides in the clouds, the other under the maple tree. The two sides had no intersection originally. Even if they were startled by a glimpse in the lair of a fierce beast, the cloud-shaped order should have been buried in the dust of time.

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Given Jiang Wang's personality, he would never enable it in his lifetime.

Until the maple leaves turned crimson with blood, she descended from heaven...

Only the outline of this man's features in her mind caused ripples in her eyes, bringing a sense of reality to her world.

She has always been loved, so she knows how to love others.

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Jiang Wang stopped.

After returning from the Demon Realm last time, he woke up and opened the letter. He saw the dense letters filled with longing.

I once rushed to Yun Cheng first, and I once stopped outside Yun Cheng, but this time stopping, it's different from that time.

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The feeling right now, it's different from before the embrace. "Just now, I forgot to give you a gift."

He said, he was a little nervous.

"How could you forget something this big" Ye Qingyu chuckled with a smile in her eyes.

"That's impossible," Jiang Wang couldn't say, you carry me over and my mind goes blank, I can't remember anything. He just took out a thin book from his bosom and handed it forward: "Here."

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"You wouldn't have written me a whole book of poems, would you" Ye Qingyu smiled as she took the thin booklet and flipped through it, her smile widening. "You put so much effort into this, Xiao Jiang."

Clouds above, Tsing Yu, red maple leaves below, Xiao Jiang.

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This was their shared signature used for many years, evolving as they wrote letters back and forth.

If so, if so…

So when he called her Qingyu, she naturally called him Xiaojiang, unfamiliar because they had always been familiar.

"My brother can write poetry too" Jiang An'an curiously leaned over at this moment, tilting her head to read the thin book.

Thanks to Yan Ge's encouragement, she has learned many characters at a young age.

"What are some ideas for how Yanhuafencheng is based on cloud...seal script"

Ye Qingyu laughed out loud.

Jiang Wang blushed, quickly handing over the jeweled box: "Actually, there's a second gift!"

When she opened the jewelry box and saw the jade hairpins inlaid with gold, Ye Qingyu finally let out a sigh of relief.

She's really afraid of receiving a calligraphy brush.

Neither used nor unused.

"It's so pretty!" she softly smiled. "Will you help me put it on"

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When it comes to hairpins, Jiang Wang is confident.

Even the Old Princess, who once ended the legend of Fuhǎi with her unparalleled beauty, has praised him.

At that moment, with a flick of his index finger, he sent the hairpin flying. It caught in mid-air like lightning and then, with a flash of his blade - one sword, one warning issued.

Ye Qingyu hadn't come back to her senses yet, when Jiang Wang had already clapped his hands nonchalantly: "That's it!"

"Yay!" Jiang An'an enthusiastically cheered.

The clumsy grey also called out following.

"Well, what..." Ye Qingyu was still pondering her words.

Jiang Wang excitedly boasted, "Just now my hairpin, there were nine changes within it. If you want to crack..."

"It's getting late!" Ye Qingyu finally thought of what to say: "You've been traveling all day, why don't you go to Tingyun Pavilion and rest I've already had someone prepare bedding for you."

"Alright."

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Jiang Wang's desire lingered, but she could only stop for now: "Let's continue this conversation tomorrow."

The siblings left the small courtyard, taking Clumsy Ash with them as they walked out.

Ginger Anan excitedly first let Ginger Wang go back to the house with her, saying that she had prepared a surprise for her brother.

The Lingxiao Pavilion is indeed good to the true disciple, Jiang Anan.

At such a young age, she had a private courtyard in the Lingxiao Secret Realm, located in the most central area and extremely close to Master Ye's residence. She was completely under the protection of "the unparalleled ruler of nations, the greatest hero of all time."

There was a dog house in the courtyard, adorned with flamboyant decorations. Beside it was a pool of water lilies that never wilted and whose leaves swayed greenly in the breeze.

As soon as Chui Hui entered the yard, he excitedly invited Jiang Wang to visit his doghouse.

The roof was painted in a riot of colors, with a style that blended meticulous detail with freehand brushwork. It was both unrestrained and restrained, like a depiction of an ox or perhaps a pig In any case, it had a very "An An aesthetic".

A flower bell hung from the doorway, tinkling merrily with each tap from the clumsy tail of a gray dog.

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Jiang An'an walked to the edge of the pond and meowed twice.

In a moment, a small turtle with a body of azure blue emerged from the lotus leaf and swam towards them.

Jiang An'an scooped some food from the feeding dish next to her and scattered it on the water: "Little turtle, little turtle, tomorrow you won't be surnamed Jiang anymore, you'll be surnamed Ye, I'll give you to Sister Qingyu!"

Jiang Wang quietly watched all of this, as if she saw how Jiang Annan lived during the days he was absent.

She is already a child over nine, about to turn ten...

After feeding the turtle, Jiang Anan led her brother into the house.

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In her small room, the most eye-catching thing was the revolving food cabinet.

It's so beautiful!

It is a five-faced and five-angled structure, each face divided into many layers, enclosed by transparent glass. It rotates without wind, at a steady and slow pace. The patterns on the cabinet are clearly designed to ensure food freshness.

She walked forward, her small hands nimbly fiddling for a moment before she was holding a large bowl. She walked back to Jiang Wang's face and held it high, her face beaming with anticipation:

"This is called Phoenix Lily, brother, you try it!"

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Jiang Wang took it with a look of surprise and said without hesitation, "It smells so good!"

He wasn't entirely flattering, the fragrance of this phoenix flower lily was indeed refreshing.

Look at the color of this bowl. It's like jade liquid flowing, with lotus flowers blooming on the surface. But where the petals should be, there are lifelike white phoenixes perched instead.

Color and fragrance, both are extreme.

It makes one intoxicated before even taking a sip.

A jade bowl filled with lotus blossoms, sits on a small square table.

Jiang Wang sat on one side, and Jiang An'an sat on the other.

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She rested her hands on her chin, staring intently at Ge.

Only when my brother said, "It's so delicious!" did I smile with satisfaction, grinning widely.

Jiang Wang pushed the jade bowl over: "You try some too."

Jiang An'an giggled, "This was left especially for you!"

"There used to be a whole big bowl of it!"

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But I couldn't help but take a little bite.

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She made a gesture with her thumb and forefinger, indicating a very small amount: "Then she took another tiny bite, a teeny tiny bite..."

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I don't know how, but that's all that's left!

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As she was talking, she pushed the bowl forward with a lot of determination and said, “They’re all yours!”

Jiang Wang didn't go against her wishes and happily finished the bowl of phoenix fairy lotus.

"Having wiped clean with a sweep of his sleeve, he exclaimed: "Good sister, I also have a gift for you!"

Jiang Annan propped her face with one hand, drawing circles on the table with a finger.

What gift

"Clang clang clang clang..." Jiang Wang also learned her tone to make music, then took out a piece of yellow leaf that was very beautiful, about the size of an adult's palm. The veins were like those of a flower tree, beautiful and hard to collect.

The leaves were covered with tiny, densely packed characters that made Jiang An'an's head hurt just looking at them.

"This is the first book of the Yang Kingdom, Huang Ye Tie," Jiang Wang said excitedly. "It's an authentic copy! When Yang Feng went on campaign nine years ago, he didn't return. When he finally came back, he saw that the trees in his courtyard were shaking and dropping their leaves all over the ground."

“Yellow leaves fall,” he wrote, using fallen leaves as paper. He had earlier asked his friend Yan Xian to help him get two calligraphy practice sheets from the Yan family school. He originally intended to collect different choices of calligraphy practiced by major families across the country, allowing his sister to experience the atmosphere of top-tier education in Daqi.

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But when Mr. Yan Xian was on the spot, he had someone bring him a large wooden box. Inside were genuine works of calligraphy by famous calligraphers from all dynasties...

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At this moment, while rummaging for other calligraphy scrolls in the box, he also chatted nonstop: "The quote I just mentioned was from *Yang Lue*, brother. You should memorize it too. Reading history can enlighten you, that's how your older brother became so wise!"

Jianger An'an's little head was getting lower and lower, almost touching the desk.

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She thought she was actually quite sleepy.

Why didn't you sleep with Ms. Wang, your senior sister

Until I heard my brother earnestly speak the words "spiritual sustenance" in my ear.

She suddenly raised her head: "What does it smell like"live past thirty years Are you cursing me—such a vibrant and handsome young man"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"Go away, go away! Don't you dare bother me!""Oh,院長，yo...