Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

The boy under the moonlight is unspeakably good-looking, with a melon-seeded face, flying phoenix eyes, and a bit of coldness in the enchanting, like a fairy with a fairy air. Xuan Moxiao looked at the pair of uplifted bright The green phoenix eyes instantly reminded of a person, but he didn't say anything, just looked at the other person quietly.

"It seems that you already know who I am." The young man twisted the jade beads and said lazily, "Your eyes betrayed your thoughts."

Xuan Moxiao blinked his eyes lightly, and looked at the young man cautiously: "You are the solemn son of Mei Yao."

"That's right." The young man smiled charmingly, "My name is Su Yin. My father and I have been looking for you for many years. I didn't expect you to come to Yuqiong Mountain after wandering around."

Xuan Moxiao followed the young man's gaze for a moment.

"Looking for me?" Xuan Moxiao wondered, "What are you looking for me for? Didn't your father come to Cold Crystal Valley to snatch the Du Lingzhu?"

"Ah, that's right, it's for crossing the Lingzhu, but it's also for you..."

The more Xuan Moxiao listened, the more frightened she became: "For me?"

"Yes." Su Yin, with light footsteps and no sound under his feet, stood three steps away from Xuan Moxiao, with his back against the big bright moon, said quietly, "To save you, to help you, to make you and Your parents are reunited."

"My parents?!" Xuan Moxiao could not help but step forward, "Do you know where my parents are?"

Su Yin glanced at Xuan Moxiao with a sneer, folded his arms around his chest and said, "I know, but obviously, now is not the best time to tell you the truth, because you are powerless, even if I tell you everything, you won't There’s nothing you can do, why bother.”

"You..." Xuan Moxiao clenched his fists, "You're teasing me!"

"Teasing?" Su Yin pursed her lips and smiled charmingly, "It is true that someone is teasing you, but that person is not me."

He stretched out his right hand, and held up the Du Lingzhu with a ball of blue demon fire, and a dazzling spiritual light floated in the originally white and transparent Du Lingzhu.

"You are very smart. You know that Feng Yong's waking up will be bad for you, so you sent the spiritual power you secretly cultivated to the Du Lingzhu. Otherwise, when Ye Qingyi tested you, you would be exposed."

"What?" Xuan Moxiao's chest trembled, "What did you say...to test?"

"That's right." Su Yin tilted her head coquettishly, "Otherwise, what do you think Ye Qingyi told you to do? Not only did he test your spiritual power, he also tried to trick you into taking the Locking Pill, but luckily you escaped One calamity, otherwise, in the future, he will be a useless person who can't practice any spells."

"You, what are you talking about? Impossible, impossible...Uncle Master is definitely not what you said!" Xuan Moxiao stared at Su Yin with a pale face, "You lied to me!"

Su Yin smiled sarcastically, without explaining anything, he blew lightly on the Du Lingzhu in his hand, and the Du Lingzhu, which was flashing with spiritual light, flew to Xuan Moxiao.

"You have to keep it carefully, don't lose it, and... Be careful of your so-called fellow students, believe me, none of them really like you..."

Su Yin turned around lightly, turned into a white smoke and flew into the cang tree on the edge of the cliff, and disappeared immediately.

Xuan Moxiao stared at the direction where Su Yin disappeared, her knees softened, and she slumped back and sat on the ground...

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After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yuqiong Mountain, which is like spring all the year round, is also a bit cold.

As soon as the weather was cold, Ye Qingyi was even more reluctant to go out, and spent the whole day nestling in the Yilan Pavilion, reading and sleeping, recuperating and resting, and being so leisurely and peaceful. At first, it was quiet, but later, guests would always come to the door, drinking tea, playing chess, and chatting with him , babbling, endless.

This person is none other than Su Mengsheng, the master of Dian Cang Peak who forgot the pain after healed the scar.

Early in the morning, before Ye Qingyi's hair was combed, Su Mengsheng, who was dressed in a bright red brocade robe, came into the room and stood in front of him. Ye Qingyi had no choice but to talk to Su Mengsheng while wearing the crown: "Senior brother Su, it's early in the morning, don't you Give morning lessons to the disciples, what are you doing here?"

"I'm done, so hurry up to see you, Junior Brother Ye!" Su Mengsheng sat down next to Ye Qingyi, waving her fan and said, "Junior Brother, the weather is good today, the sun is shining, you go out with Senior Brother , It’s not good to be bored in the house all the time.”

Ye Qingyi glanced at Su Mengsheng, who was in good spirits, through the bronze mirror: "Have your injuries healed?"

Su Mengsheng said "tsk": "It's been five days, good morning!" He said with a bitter face and shook his head, "Speaking of which, the brother in charge of our family is really ruthless, a hundred sticks, beating a dog is not enough Such a style of play! If I hadn’t kept begging for mercy from Elder Ke, my body, brother, I’m afraid I’d be ruined.”

Ye Qingyi thought for a while about Du Zhong's irritable remarks that "killing him is easy", and said with a smile, "What happened to your apprentice?"

When Su Mengsheng heard this, her eyebrows immediately flew to the top of her head: "You still talk! Why did you reward him with a copy of "Wan Zhen Xin Shuo", this child is addicted to reading this book, and he spends all his free time reading. You haven't practiced at all, so how can you get a good result in the Fairy Sword Conference?"

After hearing this, Ye Qingyi slowly put the wooden comb in his hand on the dressing table.

The book was indeed handed over to Xuan Moxiao with his consent. At that time, he thought that if Xuan Moxiao could not cultivate immortals in the future, it would be good to learn some magic formulas to protect himself. He became so addicted that he didn't even practice the magic of Cangfeng's lineage seriously.

"That child has some dementia." Ye Qingyi said, "Anyway, the weather is good today, senior brother, I'll follow you to Diancang Peak to have a look."

Diancang Peak shrouded in morning light is warm, quiet and full of vigor.

A group of disciples of Diancang Peak wearing Zhenghong sword suits gathered in the training field, two by two, practicing sword competition, the sound of fencing surrounded the entire Diancang Peak, shaking heaven and earth, very powerful .

Amidst all the noise, Xuan Moxiao squatted alone under a huge and dense banyan tree, holding a bronze book in his hand, and was fascinated by it.

The slightly messy beard and hair hang down from his forehead, fluttering gently in the breeze, and occasionally land on the book, but the young man doesn't pay attention to it. He concentrates on reading the book, as if the sky has fallen and has nothing to do with him.

Just feeling complacent, several disciples of Diancang Peak with long swords came over and surrounded him together.

"Xuan Moxiao, why don't you go practice swordsmanship, what are you doing here with a book in your hand?"

"The Immortal Sword Conference is just around the corner. Each of us is practicing hard and trying to win glory for Diancang Peak. Why do you hide here?"

"that is!"

"unacceptable."

Disciples, you blamed Xuan Moxiao one by one.

Xuan Moxiao slowly closed the book, looking anxiously at the disciples surrounding him, since he came to Cangfeng, he has always been cautious, never causing trouble, and even less dared to say a word to his fellow disciples who are nobler than him Even if he had a meal, he would enter the dining room after the seniors finished eating, and he would not complain even if he ate leftovers from cold rice, but even so, his seniors still hated him very much, and they always stared at him like that. Dislike contempt.

"Eldest brother, what's wrong with me?" Xuan Moxiao looked at Yan Qinghe who was standing in the middle.

Yan Qinghe is the eldest disciple of Su Mengsheng, who has always regarded Su Mengsheng as a god, because he knew that Su Mengsheng was punished by Xuan Moxiao, he had long been dissatisfied with Xuan Moxiao, but Xuan Moxiao never showed any guilt or uneasiness. He reads in a daze all day long, cowering and cringing, completely looking like a black sheep.

But it's just a good appearance, which disciple on the entire Diancang Peak is not the best, why is the master partial to him!The more Yan Qinghe thought about it, the angrier he became, and he looked at Xuan Moxiao, not to mention how gloomy and cold he was. He said expressionlessly, "Xuan Moxiao, do you know that there are still more than [-] days before the Immortal Sword Conference that takes place every ten years?"

Xuan Moxiao nodded, and muttered: "I know."

"Huh, you know?" Yan Qinghe said angrily, "You know you're still here to read a book leisurely?!"

Xuan Moxiao shuddered in fright, and stood up holding the book.

Yan Qinghe looked at Xuan Moxiao's pitiful look and became more and more angry: "Every disciple of Diancang Peak is practicing hard, striving to win the first place in the Immortal Sword Conference, so that the master can be honored, but you are good, lazy every day, hugging you!" Take a look at a broken book! If you want to take the test for fame, roll down the mountain and take the test!"

"that is!"

"Elder Brother is right!"

Xuan Moxiao silently listened to the accusations from his seniors, and accepted all the orders without saying a word. Yan Qinghe sneered twice angrily: "Perhaps you are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Master looked at it differently, showed it, and showed it to everyone."

"Show the show!"

"Yes! Let's see what you're capable of!"

Xuan Moxiao shook her head in fright amidst the uproar: "Brothers, don't make fun of me. I don't have any skills. It's just that Master looks pitiful, and I just received Diancang Peak to take care of me casually."

"I don't think so!" Yan Qinghe suddenly raised his long sword and pointed it at the book in Xuan Moxiao's hand, "Xuan Moxiao! Quickly make a few moves, otherwise, I will split the book in your hand in half. "

After Yan Qinghe finished speaking, he flew up and rushed towards Xuan Moxiao. Xuan Moxiao stared at the flying Yan Qinghe with wide eyes. To block the sword.

Seeing this, Yan Qinghe hurriedly retracted his long sword, raised his left hand and shot out a ball of spiritual power, and blasted Xuan Moxiao out. A whole body of fallen leaves and flowers.

He coughed twice dully, raised his head, lay down on the ground and stared at Yan Qinghe tremblingly.

"Brother, he, he seems to have no spiritual power!" said a little disciple.

Yan Qinghe stared at Xuan Moxiao with a frown, and silently clenched the hilt of his sword. If he hadn't retracted the sword in time just now, Xuan Moxiao would have been the soul of his sword at this moment.

"You don't have spiritual power?" Yan Qinghe asked in disbelief.

Xuan Moxiao looked at Yan Qinghe silently for a moment, wiped the blood from his mouth, stood up staggeringly: "I don't know, I haven't learned..."

The disciples were dumbfounded, you looked at me, I looked at you, their expressions were very confused, Yan Qinghe was even more puzzled, he thought for a long time and tentatively said: "If there is no spiritual power, then it means that boxing and sword skills are good?"

He put away his spiritual power neatly: "Little brother, please choose a weapon, brother, I want to fight you a few times."

Xuan Moxiao clenched his teeth secretly, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "I don't know much about swordsmanship, but since the senior brother wants to fight me a few tricks, the junior brother will sacrifice his life to accompany me."

He piled up some leaves, gently put the French book brought from Yushu Peak on it, looked around, took out the dagger in his arms, cut off a bamboo, cut off a two-foot bamboo stick, and said to Yanqing River: "please."

Yan Qinghe squinted at Yushu Linfeng's Xuan Moxiao, then at the thick bamboo stick in his hand, smiled lightly, and flew out with his sword.

All the disciples on Diancang Peak gave up their cultivation and went to watch where the two fought.

Yan Qinghe, who had never used spiritual power, had a set of sharp and elegant swordsmanship, entangled Xuan Moxiao like dense rain, forcing him to retreat step by step, and the bamboo stick in Xuan Moxiao's palm was flying up and down. Withstood Yan Qinghe's offensive, but also saved face.

"Sure enough!" Yan Qinghe, who was unable to pierce Xuan Moxiao's vital point, changed his sword move, and with a turn of the stars, the empty door under Xuan Moxiao's side opened. The tip pierced Xuan Moxiao's heart.

The cold sword tip was approaching in an instant, Xuan Moxiao's face was pale with shock, just not knowing what to do, a date pit smashed into Yan Qinghe's wrist, Yan Qinghe screamed, let go and abandoned the long sword sword.

The onlookers turned around in unison with a cry of surprise, and were surprised to find that Su Mengsheng and Ye Qingyi were standing not far away, staring at them with serious eyes.

"Master!"

"Master..."

The disciples knelt on the ground one by one, Yan Qinghe's face was ashen, and he knelt down on the ground holding his bloody wrist: "Master..."

Su Mengsheng stared impatiently at his disciples while eating the crispy dates.

"You're free, right? You're free!" He threw the unfinished crispy dates on the disciples' heads, and cursed with his hands on his hips, "I have the time to bully the new disciples, but I don't have the time to practice hard! I'll take you away." When we reach Cangfeng, I will make you angry with me!"

The disciple of Diancang Peak who was scolded lowered his head, trembling and silent.

"A bunch of little bastards! They will make me angry! Kneel here for me. When will you figure out how to behave, and when will you get up again!" Su Mengsheng walked towards Xuan Moxiao aggressively. Said, "Qinghe, you are really competent as a senior brother."

"Master..." Yan Qinghe had already cried into tears, "Master, I know I was wrong, I didn't mean to insult Junior Brother Xuan, I just..."

"Just, just, just what?" Su Mengsheng interrupted Yan Qinghe, "Kneel down and reflect on yourself!"

How could Yan Qinghe dare to argue, lying on the ground, not daring to take a breath, Su Mengsheng glanced at Yan Qinghe and came to Xuan Moxiao: "Mo Xiao, how are you?"

Xuan Moxiao glanced at Ye Qingyi who was silently watching her standing not far away, and smiled at Su Mengsheng: "Master, I'm fine, senior brother is just playing around with me, he didn't intend to target me."

"Do you mean to see clearly for the teacher." Su Mengsheng swept the dead leaves on Xuan Moxiao's body with a distressed expression, "Look at you, what's on your good clothes... It's not the master, I said you, You should also practice hard, as a disciple of Diancang Peak, you don't have any spiritual power at all, so you won't be afraid of being laughed at if you say it..."

Su Mengsheng's old father seemed to be babbling endlessly to Xuan Moxiao, Ye Qingyi looked at the pair of master and student indifferently, and suddenly felt that the autumn wind was not so cool.

He knew that Xuan Moxiao would be bullied at Diancang Peak, but he didn't expect those disciples to be so ruthless, so he said what happened just now, if Su Mengsheng hadn't acted in time, Xuan Moxiao would have returned to Lihentian at this moment .

"Rong Lian, take care of your younger brother Xuan more from now on."

"Yes." Rong Lian replied while handing a letter to Ye Qingyi, "Master, this is a letter sent by the master of Xigu. The person who came here stated that it should be handed over to Master."

Ximuhai?

Ye Qingyi glanced at the master and apprentice, took the letter, unfolded it and read it: "My brother Qingyi, the disciple guarding the ice prison woke up on the day when the incident happened, and identified Xuan Moxiao as the murderer, and the murder weapon was a bamboo stick. This son's city is quite deep, my brother must be careful!"

Ye Qingyi looked at the words on the letter with his eyes turned cold.

He put away the letter and slowly raised his head, his eyes swept down from that immature and handsome face, and couldn't help but fell on the bamboo stick in the young man's hand.

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