Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

"It's God's will..."

Mu Xueyan sighed deeply, feeling extremely complicated.

"Master, have you seen that mother and son again?"

Shi Bao is worthy of being the master's caring little cotton-padded jacket. He guessed his master's thoughts at once.

"Yes."

Mu Xueyan frowned, as if she was making a very difficult decision.

"Master, go if you want."

Shi Bao said something shocking: "Shi Bao will go with you."

Mu Xueyan's eyes lit up: "Do you think I should save her?"

"This matter has troubled the master for a long time."

Shi Bao sincerely thought about his master: "If I don't make up my mind now, if that woman dies, my master will regret it. I'm afraid that my inner demon will haunt me, which will be detrimental to my cultivation."

"you're right."

The words awakened the dreamer, and Mu Xueyan suddenly realized: "I can't watch her die and leave regrets for myself."

"Fortunately, the master has cultivated to the foundation-building stage and has a lifespan of 200 years."

Shi Bao felt a little fortunate: "I hope the way of heaven won't be too harsh and cause the master to suffer too much loss."

"Buddha bless me. I am a sincere believer in Buddha. I hope that Buddha will see my eagerness to save people and bless me to have a smooth journey and return safely."

Mu Xueyan clasped her hands together and bowed in the direction of Foshou Temple, finding some psychological comfort for herself.

"When shall we leave?"

Shi Bao was rubbing his hands together, very excited.

"Sooner rather than later."

Mu Xueyan made a decisive decision: "Go home and tell my mother and the others, and leave tonight."

"Great."

Shi Bao cheered loudly: "We can go to Xiliang to have fun. It's time for me to show off my skills."

"Come on, let's go home."

Mu Xueyan smiled, stepped on the flying sword, and jumped down from the top of the solitary peak.

"Coming!"

Shi Bao circled the mountain, collecting all the scattered swords, like a dazzling flash of lightning following his master.

The man and the spirit shuttled back and forth between the towering mountains. After a while, they flew out of the vast snow-capped mountains and returned to the quiet and peaceful mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

~~

The sun sets and the sky gradually darkens.

Every household in Quanxiang Village started cooking, with smoke rising from the kitchen and the aroma filling the air.

Mu Xueyan controlled her flying sword and flew over the endless ridges of fields. What came into view was a scene of a bountiful harvest.

Over the past ten years, the barren land has turned into fertile rice fields. When the mountain breeze blows, the heavy ears of rice sway in the wind.

The villagers finished a day's work, carried their hoes, and returned home talking and laughing.

Mu Xueyan came to the entrance of the village, put away her flying sword and landed gracefully on the ground.

Three horses galloped past.

The three brothers of the Mu family are practicing horse riding.

Three agile figures kept turning and moving on horseback, making the people excited.

"Big brother, second brother, third brother, I'm back."

Mu Xueyan waved her arms and greeted her three brothers happily.

"Sister Yan, you're back."

Before the three Mu family boys responded, a young man who was about the same age as Mu Xueyan, with red lips, white teeth, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a very handsome and slightly thin appearance, rushed over first and surrounded her to ask about her well-being.

“Is it cold in the mountains?”

"Are you tired of practicing?"

"What did you eat for lunch?"

"are you hungry?"

"..."

~~

"Not cold, not tired, not hungry..."

Mu Xueyan rolled her eyes in disdain and flashed away, ten meters away.

"Hey, Sister Yan, wait for me!"

The young master of Black Dragon Fort, Xu Jie, who had a relationship with the Mu family, and Mrs. Xu's son, Xu Siheng, didn't care about his cold treatment at all, and followed behind with flattering faces.

Ten years ago, Mrs. Xu was moved by her husband's sincerity and returned home with him.

Unexpectedly, the mother and son were still framed and almost lost their lives.

The concubine was cruel and ruthless. She poisoned Madam Xu's food, causing her breast milk to also contain poison.

Both mother and son were poisoned, and there was only one elixir that could save their lives.

In desperation, Mrs. Xu personally brought her son to the Mu family to ask for medicine.

For the sake of his son's safety, he was placed in the Mu family for foster care.

Since then, I have never left.

The owner of Black Dragon Fort died unexpectedly eight years ago. Xu Siheng inherited the family business and became the young master.

The concubine and her son were kicked out of the house by Mrs. Xu and all ties were completely severed.

When her two children were young, Mrs. Xu suggested that they be arranged into marriages.

The Mu family did not agree, but out of consideration for their relationship, they did not explicitly refuse.

So Xu Siheng kept the childhood marriage in mind and called her "Sister Yan" and "Sister Yan" all day long in an especially affectionate manner.

He really treated her as his own little wife.

Mu Xueyan was so annoyed by him that she was always in a bad mood when she saw him.

Even so, Xu Siheng still fully demonstrated his stickiness and stuck to her relentlessly, fearing that his young wife would be snatched away by someone else.

~~

"Sister, how's Third Brother's riding? Is he cool and handsome?"

Mu Yunlei turned around and ran back on Heiyu, trying to be cool. He supported himself on the horse's back with one hand and turned around before he tightened the reins and jumped off.

"What a cool ass."

Mu Yunhu rode up on Qingyu and followed. He flicked his whip and jumped down. "Do you have the right to brag in front of my sister?"

"I can't compare to my sister."

Mu Yunlei was not convinced and argued with him: "I don't dare to compete, I just need to be better than you."

"You dare to say that you are better than me?"

Mu Yunhu straightened his back and was more than a head taller than him.

"Silly big guy."

Mu Yunlei was unwilling to accept this and wanted to argue again: "Fighting on the battlefield requires both military and political strategies, not just brute force."

"People who have no ability always say that."

The two brothers have been bickering since they were young and are used to it.

As soon as Mu Yunhu opened his mouth, he hit Mu Yunlei's sore spot.

Among the three brothers of the Mu family, Mu Yunlong has been practicing hard since childhood and is proficient in both literature and martial arts.

He reached the tenth level of warrior at the age of sixteen, which made him an outstanding figure among the elite disciples of Xianjian Villa.

Mu Yunhu is fourteen years old and is born with supernatural powers. Relying on his innate advantages, even though he is only an eighth-level warrior, he can still fight against his fellow disciples who are more than one level higher than him.

Even in a duel with his elder brother, he could hold his own.

Mu Yunlei is the youngest and has the worst talent.

At the age of twelve, he only reached the fifth level of warrior.

He has two older brothers who are skilled in martial arts and a younger sister who is gifted.

As the third brother, he was sandwiched between his brothers and sisters, so he felt very frustrated.

"You two, shut up."

Mu Yunlong rode over, hitting his two younger brothers with his whip, "Today is the old lady's birthday. It's a rare opportunity to go home. Don't make things unpleasant and make the elders angry."

"Yes."

"understood."

After being whipped, the two brothers became dispirited and no longer had the mood to argue.

"hehe."

Mu Xueyan found it so interesting that she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Xueyan, I haven't seen you for a month. You have grown taller again."

When Mu Yunlong saw the clever little sister, his expression changed instantly, completely losing the domineering attitude he had when he used a whip to punish his brother just now.

He jumped off the horse, lifted up his sister out of habit, and turned around in a circle.

Mu Xueyan was raised by her brothers since she was a child and enjoyed the love and care of her eldest brother very much.

She laughed happily, and even her brothers' faces were filled with smiles.