Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

In the package brought back from Yushu Villa, there is a set of night clothes and a veil.

The fabric of this dress is white at first glance, but it can be worn on the upper body and blend in with the environment. It is even better than black clothes in terms of concealment effect, which is very strange.

It was late at night, and in the west wing, Jiang Cijing blew out the candles and was about to take a rest when he heard someone knock three times on the door.

"who is it?"

"A person who works for you."

Jiang Cijing picked up the knife from the bed and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a young man in white, wearing a veil, with very good-looking features.

He froze for a moment, and suddenly felt that this person's eyes were familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them.

Mu Bai unfolded the reward order and gave Jiang Cijing a look: "Can you come in and tell me?"

Jiang Cijing hurriedly stepped aside and asked him to go in. When he passed by, he saw the simple carvings on the scabbard on the other's back, inlaid with white jade, and the sword inside was also extraordinary.

Originally, he just went to Yushu Villa to try his luck, but he never thought that someone would dare to accept the reward offer. Seeing that this young man was young, he seemed to have a lot of background, so he asked: "I wonder if I can ask you about the name of the young hero?"

"Tread the snow."

Jiang Cijing nodded, and after a while, his eyes widened: "You are the one who killed old thief Wei, Taxue?"

"Ah yes."

"Young Hero on the Snow, you are the hero of Jialan!" Jiang Cijing held Mubai's hand and said excitedly, "That old thief Wei is a thorn in the head of our Wanjing Division, and he commits countless crimes every year. A case, but no one dares to find out about him..."

Mu Bai pulled out his hand awkwardly: "No, don't talk about it. I'm here today to discuss the reward order with you."

"Oh yes, the reward order." Jiang Cijing was still a little excited. "I was worried that this matter would be too risky and no one would dare to take it. Now that I see the young hero on the snow, I feel relieved!"

"Don't get too excited." Mu Bai launched a reward order, and said on paper, "Sneak into the head of Luo's house, what evidence are you looking for?"

As soon as the case was mentioned, Jiang Cijing's expression became serious: "To tell you the truth, I was investigating a disappearance case in Lingyun Palace recently. The person who asked me to investigate this matter was Luo Zi, the eldest disciple of the head of Luo. Yat..."

Mu Bai knew about this, but he still listened to what he said.

"I have collected some information after many investigations and visits these days, and asked people in Lingyun Palace. Ziyi and Miss Ling have a private meeting in the back mountain on the fifteenth of every month. I have met very few people, but for Miss Ling's In terms of appearance, their descriptions are basically the same."

Mu Bai leaned forward slightly.

Jiang Cijing's Adam's apple rolled, and it was a bit difficult to speak: "Miss Ling...is very tall, on par with Ziyi, and probably even taller than you, Shaoxia."

Mu Bai nodded: "It's rare for a girl to be this tall, and Luo Ziyi has found a treasure."

"...Yes, and the martial arts are also very high." Jiang Cijing continued, "It's still above Ziyi."

"Oh—" Mu Bai clapped his hands, "It's amazing, it's amazing."

"I once asked Ziyi about Miss Ling's temperament. He said that Miss Ling is cold-tempered, doesn't like to talk, and likes to learn sword skills. They often dance with swords in private meetings. Ziyi was chased and beaten by Miss Ling. ...According to what he said, did you express your feelings?"

Mu Bai stopped talking.

"Ziyi's original words were: 'I confessed my heart to Miss Ling, and she didn't refuse. Although she always drew her sword and beat me afterwards, the beating was love, and the scolding was love. This should show that she likes me very much.'"

After hearing what he said, Mubai also understood: "So you are suspicious, Miss Ling... is the head of Luo pretending to be?"

"Yes." Jiang Cijing glanced at the door and lowered his voice, "After Master Luo knew that I was here to investigate this matter, he guarded me tightly. I couldn't find a way to investigate him. But before I found the evidence, I couldn't." Jump to conclusions."

"Oh, poor Ziyi is still kept in the dark, and his heart is always his Ling girl. If he knows the truth, he will be so sad."

Mu Bai twitched the corners of his lips.

Jiang Cijing is good at judging cases, but it's a pity that he is not very accurate in judging people.Luo Ziyi doesn't have a deep mind, but he has a lot of eyes. I'm afraid he knew that Miss Ling was pretending.

I just don't know why he asked Jiang Shenzhu to expose this matter.

You can't just want to see his master ashamed, right?

"In this way, you want me to enter Master Luo's house to find evidence that he pretended to be Miss Ling? But what if I can't find it?"

"Then we can only accept our fate." Jiang Cijing said, "Don't worry, young man, even if you can't find it, I will give you the reward."

"it is good."

After leaving Jiang Cijing's bedroom, Mu Bai went to the eaves of Su Mo's roof, lifted a tile lightly, and looked down.

The lights in the room were turned off, and a vague figure was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.

Mubai was a little disappointed, and was about to put the tiles back, when he suddenly heard the man on the bed say: "Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit?"

He immediately rolled his eyes: "I knew you weren't asleep yet."

Su Mo chuckled, sat up, and lit the candlestick with a torch.

Mubai entered the room, did not treat himself as an outsider at all, picked up the purple sand pot and poured a cup of tea, and asked while drinking, "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I haven't slept yet." Su Mo was half lying down, looking at him sideways, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Mubai leaned to the bedside with a smile, "Good brother, my qinggong is too bad, can you give me some pointers?"

"Oh, so it turns out that I fell in love with the lightness kung fu of the Xuanhemen." Su Mo laughed. "My master never said that it should not be passed on, and it is not impossible to teach you. But, what will you give me in return this time?"

Mubai thought for a while and asked, "What do you want?"

Su Mo stared at him for a while, then lowered his eyes halfway: "That's all. I'll teach you first, and I'll get paid after I teach you."

Mu Bai thought that he couldn't think of what he wanted for a while, so he nodded and agreed.

Su Mo got off the bed, only then did Mu Bai notice that he was wearing a loose black silk singlet, with the chest and abdomen exposed at the front, which was...pretty surprising.

Mu Bai quickly shook his head, throwing out some strange thoughts.

Su Mo picked up the folding fan at the head of the bed and hit him on the abdomen: "Lift your body and lift your breath."

"Is this the beginning?" Mu Bai reacted and adjusted his breath according to his instructions.

"If you want to take Qinggong to the next level, you need to master the basic skills first." Su Mo placed his hands on his waist and adjusted his movements, "Your breath is unstable, you need to practice more."

He was very close, and slightly taller than Mu Bai.

When you take a look, you can see the open front of the clothes, the collarbone is deep, and the black hair hangs messily on the side of the neck. No matter how you look at it, it makes people imagine.

Mu Bai moved his eyes away and moved to the top.

The chin is thin, the lip color is extremely light, and there is a tear mole at the corner of the eye, which seems cool and charming.

However, this person didn't realize how attractive his appearance was, and he was still holding his waist and guiding: "Touch your abdomen, sink your qi into your dantian."

Mu Bai couldn't bear it anymore: "...good brother, can you put on your clothes first?"

Su Mo raised his eyes: "What?"

"You look like..."

Su Mo rolled his eyes: "What does it look like?"

Mu Bai closed his eyes and whispered, "It's like an afterthought."

"afterwards?"

"Just, after the indulgence."

"So what?" Su Mo gently held his waist, "I'm teaching you Qinggong, not doing anything else."

"But with you like this, I can't concentrate."

Su Mo pressed closer, and breathed out his warm breath in his ear: "We need to practice concentration, stay calm."

Hearing his reminder, Mu Bai closed his eyes, concentrated on adjusting his breath, and tried not to think about other things.

Su Mo let him go and sat down at the table.

After a while, Mubai was asked to raise one leg, put one foot on the ground, and practice Qi in other positions.

Mu Bai held on for an hour, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

He closed his eyes tightly, shaking slightly, and suddenly noticed Su Mo behind his back, and put his hands around his chest to lift his collapsed shoulders to a higher place.

After standing like this for about a stick of incense, Mu Bai couldn't bear it any longer, swayed, and collapsed to the ground.

Su Mo supported him, and said softly, "I've practiced so far today, it's getting late, let's go back."

"Okay." Mu Bai picked up the sword, "After that, I will also come at this hour? Or earlier?"

"Look at you." Su Mo thought of something, and said, "I beg Qiao, don't come in those two days."

Mu Bai was startled: "Why?"

"I have to get up early to freshen up and get ready."

"So particular?" Mu Bai licked his tiger teeth, "Isn't it just Qiqiao Festival?"

Su Mo said softly: "The important thing is not the festival, but the person who invites me."

Mu Bai felt a little guilty, let out a small "oh", and slipped out the door.

Qiqiao that day, Mu Bai got up early in the morning, after washing, carefully put on red makeup in front of the bronze mirror, changed into several silk skirts, and then went out with a simple bun.

Although the bun is simple, there is a curved brow in front of the forehead, and the white jade sets off the brows, looking bright.

On the way to the small hall, a disciple of Lingyun Palace saw Mu Bai, and couldn't move.

A few days before the Qiqiao Festival, the threshold of Mubai's house was almost broken, but all the disciples failed to return, and in the end they couldn't even enter the door.

After he walked away, a few disciples who were with him came back to their senses, and they quickly guessed which son Miss Qin had dated today, and their words were full of envy.

When Mu Bai stepped into the small hall, there was only Huamei in the hall.

She raised her eyes to see him, was also taken aback, then smiled and said: "Yo, Junior Sister Bai, you're dressed up in fancy dress, who are you going to see?"

Mu Bai lowered his eyes: "Isn't this a festival?"

Thrush made a long-tailed "oh".

At this moment, Jiang Cijing also stepped into the palace gate.

As if he came prepared, as soon as he entered the hall, he went straight to Mubai, and with a "click", handcuffed him.

"Miss Bai, you have been arrested."

"???"

Mu Baixin said no, right?Could it be that he was recognized the night before yesterday?

He turned around and saw Jiang Cijing blushing and said, "Crime: Stealing Heart and Thief."

Mubai: "..."

Thrush took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

"No, brother, can you let me go first?"

Jiang Cijing honestly let him go, and asked in a low voice, "How about the love words that Ziyi taught me?"

Mu Bai touched his arm: "It's a bit cold."

"Cold?" Jiang Cijing strode to the table and poured a bowl of water over it, "Then drink more hot water!"