Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

On the top of Qingyun Mountain, Xiaozhufeng is surrounded by green bamboos, and the fog is like mist and rain like the sea.

Lu Xueqi sat on the moon-watching platform, her face was indifferent, her thoughts were vague...

The faint spring rain shrouded the sky, the rainwater dripped from the eaves and roof tiles one after another, and then gently splashed one after another, endlessly, but, suddenly, Lu Xueqi raised a pair of dark eyes, faintly glanced into the distance.

In the distance, a plain white hand is holding a plain umbrella. Under the umbrella, the Baiyue Taoist gown to avoid water, the corners of the skirt are fluttering, and the figure is slowly coming like an exile.

Shuiyue has not seen Lu Xueqi for several months, because she would close the hall every winter, because it happened to be a bone-chilling cold night when the man left, and she just watched the man in white from a distance. The vast expanse of white snow disappeared between heaven and earth. From then on, heaven and man were separated forever. Her heart also fell into the abyss with him at that time, frozen three feet, and there was no more interest in life. Only the annual incense sacrifice could make her arouse her love for him. Missing made her willing to be intoxicated again.

The snow has just melted in spring, and the rain is beating on the eaves of the palace, low and clear, echoing ethereally, Shuiyue finally walks out of the palace gate listening to the sound of rain that sounds like singing and singing.

Lu Xueqi got up and stood quietly on the moon-watching platform, silently watching the white moon robe quietly and gracefully walk into her eyes, she opened her lips and said, "I have seen the master."

Shuiyue's blue silk hair was only tied with a long white gauze ribbon, a few strands of hair slipped down, revealing a pale face, a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, light-colored lips, slightly opened, and said slowly: "Today, I I have asked your senior sister Wen Min to enter the palace to practice in seclusion, and if I don't see you, I will come to look for you."

Lu Xueqi was slightly stunned, her fingertips were clasped, her joints were slender and bright, her black eyes moved slightly, if there was nothing, she always obeyed her master's words, but now that she had something to hide, she seemed a little helpless. He said softly, "Master, why?"

Shuiyue pursed her lips slightly, and looked at the little innocence in Lu Xueqi's expression with shallow eyes. Her little apprentice had no intention of entering the palace for retreat, nor did she intend to tell her the reason. She couldn't help but feel puzzled, but she didn't pursue it , just to tell her what she wants to say:

"Qi'er, you have not been a beginner yet, and my teacher has not yet told you about the "Seven Meridian Martial Arts Competition" that comes to Qingyunmen once every sixty years. You can get a good ranking for Xiaozhufeng, this is also the hope that the teacher places on you."

When Lu Xueqi heard Master's words, the night seemed to have dyed a layer of ink on her body, covering her jade-like face, with a touch of indifferent thought slowly revealing between her brows.

A ray of night wind passed by, she nodded silently, and replied: "Tu'er understands, can I ask Master to allow Tuer to enter the palace again tomorrow."

Shuiyue cherishes her little apprentice Lu Xueqi, her extremely light lips have a slight hint of color, as soft as water, and she promised in a very soft voice: "Okay.