Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

On the eighth day of September, it was cloudless and sunny.

Ye Qingyi got up early, rejected Rong Lian's carefully selected fancy clothes, only wearing the water green robes she usually wears, white fox fur, and went out with a small hand stove in her arms.

Compared with the disciples of Yuqiong Mountain who went into battle lightly, he was like someone who came out of the Snow Country.

This year's Immortal Sword Conference is still held in the Lihua Palace of Yunyin Su's Immortal Mansion. They arrived at Lihua Palace one day in advance, and after a day of rest, the competition will begin tomorrow.

Located in the most prosperous place in the cultivation world, the Lihua Palace is rich and majestic, no less than the palace hall. Along the way, the hospitable Yunyin people followed them, or climbed to the tall buildings and threw flower petals at them, or Cheerfully lead the way for them, as lively as they want.

It was almost noon when a group of people arrived at the Lihua Palace.

As soon as he entered the Lihua Palace, Su Mengze, the head of the Lihua Palace, came up with a group of elders and disciples of the Lihua Palace, and said to the majestic Hua Zichen: "Master Hua, you have arrived."

Hua Zichen dressed up extravagantly and grandly today, wearing a golden python gown and a seven-bead ink crown on his head, making him look even more radiant and dignified.

"Master Su!" He smiled and cupped his hands at Su Mengze, "Master Su, please stay safe."

Su Mengze said with a smile: "Thanks to Master Tuo Hua, everything is fine."

After finishing speaking, he unconsciously glanced at Ye Qingyi who was standing behind Hua Zichen, and lowered his voice, "Qingyi, you are here."

Ye Qingyi, who was silently watching Su Mengze, took a deep breath.

Su Mengze, the head of Yunyin Lihua Palace, the Taoist companion of the original owner, and the strong enemy of Xuan Moxiao, all of his family were punished by Xuan Moxiao, and their fate was tragic.

The Su Mengze described in the book is extremely perfect, and his appearance is so good that he can't find any faults. Ye Qingyi now looks at Su Mengze carefully, and deeply feels that this appearance and temperament are really worthy of the word "perfect".

This person was born with a pair of affectionate star eyes, sharp sword eyebrows, straight and straight, thin red lips, cold when not smiling, and curved eyebrows and eyes when smiling, very amiable.He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe that was very suitable for his temperament. The orchids embroidered on the robe were faintly visible in the sunlight. Ye Qingyi looked at it and couldn't help but recall those orchids outside Yilanxuan.

Zhilan Yushu, with a beautiful face and clear bones, this was his first impression of this future Taoist couple.

"Master Su." Ye Qingyi who came back to his senses smiled at Su Mengze, "Long time no see."

Once Su Mengze's gaze fell on Ye Qingyi, he couldn't take it back. He looked Ye Qingyi up and down carefully, and was about to reply when Su Mengsheng jumped out like a ghost.

"Brother! What's the matter with you? Little brother, I'm standing next to Junior Brother Ye, can't you see me?"

While Su Mengsheng was complaining, he was shaking his folding fan desperately, pouted his lips, and looked like he had been wronged, Su Mengze had no choice but to put down Ye Qingyi, put his hands behind his back and said to Su Mengsheng: "Mengsheng, why are you still so unruly? "

Su Mengsheng, who was stunned by Su Mengze, couldn't believe his ears. He bumped Su Mengze hard: "Brother, what's the matter with you? Did you deliberately embarrass me in front of so many people?"

As he spoke, he rushed to Ye Qingyi's side, grabbed Ye Qingyi's shoulders and said, "If you dislike me, I will take Junior Brother Ye and leave, anyway, tomorrow is the Immortal Sword Conference, so I will take Junior Brother Ye to soak in the hot spring. "

After Su Mengsheng finished speaking, he pretended to take Ye Qingyi and was about to leave. Seeing this, Su Mengze had to stop him: "Mengsheng, don't mess around."

He snatched Ye Qingyi from Su Mengsheng's arms without avoiding suspicion: "You have to go by yourself, Qingyi is weak, it's time to go to rest."

Su Mengsheng looked at her empty arms, then at Ye Qingyi who fell into Su Mengze's arms, and said "tsk tsk tsk" with a bitter face: "Brother, Junior Brother Ye is not from the Su family, speaking of it, he is still the same as me." Brother, get closer, why did you snatch me up?"

One speech made everyone laugh.

Being teased in front of so many people, Ye Qingyi couldn't bear it, but fortunately Su Mengze stood in front of him and replied: "You are hypocritical, I just hope that mother will quickly find you a powerful wife, Treat your epilepsy well."

Everyone laughed again when they heard the words, and Su Mengze wrote the word joy on his face. He raised his head and wanted to speak again, but he suddenly met a pair of extremely bright eyes, which were as clear and clean as a spring, but deserted Yes, it made my heart tremble for no reason.

Looking at the young man's face, it is also as clean as uncut jade, with clear features, slender figure, strangely white skin, noble temperament, so eye-catching in the crowd.

He looked at the young man, and the young man was also looking at him. His eyes could not be called hostile, but somehow Su Mengze felt a little uncomfortable.

More importantly, he faintly felt that this young man looked like a very different person.

"Mengsheng, is this your new disciple?" Su Mengze asked out of curiosity.

"That's right." Su Mengsheng waved her fan and walked to Xuan Moxiao's side, and introduced it as if offering a treasure, "How is it? Isn't it the bones that are so strange, like dragons and phoenixes among people?"

Su Mengze nodded and was about to say yes, when another large group of people walked in from outside the Lihua Palace.

"Hahaha, Lihua Palace is so lively! Sect Leader Su, long time no see!"

Dressed in a purple robe, the majestic Xi ​​Muhai walked in with the disciples of Cold Crystal Valley.

"The owner of the valley." Su Mengze hurriedly greeted him, "How is the owner of the valley?"

"It's still okay." Xi Muhai and Su Mengze cupped their hands, looked up at Ye Qingyi and the others, "Master Hua, Master Su, Master Ye, Master Du, how have you been?"

Hua Zichen smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Valley Master, let's go in and talk."

"it is good."

The three masters made a "please" gesture to each other, and walked into the main hall of Lihua Palace side by side. Ye Qingyi and others followed closely behind. Going down to the resting place, Xuan Moxiao stared intently at the green shadow that disappeared in the crowd, unable to recover for a long time, Yan Qinghe patted Xuan Moxiao's head: "What are you looking at? Gone? "

Xuan Moxiao withdrew his gaze, and was about to leave with Yan Qinghe, when a woman called out loudly: "Xuan Moxiao!"

Xuan Moxiao paused.

This voice is... Tan Linglong?

A chill gushed out from the bottom of his heart, and quickly spread into his internal organs. He resisted the discomfort and looked towards where he came from, and he saw Tan Linglong.

Tan Linglong, who was wearing a lavender fairy dress, was still pretty. With her hands behind her back, she stood on tiptoe and looked at Xuan Moxiao with a smile, as if she was flirting with him.

Such a bright and beautiful girl, any young man with full blood would be moved by seeing it, but Xuan Moxiao only felt disgusted. To him, this girl was like a maggot attached to the bone, extremely hateful.

"Is there something wrong?" Xuan Moxiao said coldly, "If it's nothing, I'm leaving."

Tan Linglong raised her eyebrows: "What's the rush? This lady stopped you, so I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Xuan Moxiao asked impatiently.

Tan Linglong prolonged her voice in a mysterious way: "I'll show you something good."

She turned sideways and gave way to someone behind her. That person looked coldly and murderously. It was none other than Feng Yong who had come back from the dead.

Xuan Moxiao froze in place for an instant.

He stared at Feng Yong without blinking. There was no anger or fear in his eyes. He didn't know if he was too calm or scared to death.Feng Yong was furious, and he glared at Xuan Moxiao sternly: "Xuan Moxiao, are you here all right?"

Xuan Moxiao stared at Feng Yong with a calm expression, without any change in expression. Yan Qinghe looked the two of them back and forth, and realized that Feng Yong seemed to be at odds with Xuan Moxiao, so he stood up to protect Xuan Moxiao and said: " Dare I ask who is your Excellency? What advice can I ask my brother Xuan?"

Feng Yong snorted coldly and raised his finger to hold Xuan Moxiao: "What advice do you have? Why don't you ask your little brother!"

"My little brother?" Yan Qinghe snorted coldly, "What does my little brother have to do with your Excellency?"

"Young Xia Yan, I advise you not to speak up for him."

During the stalemate, another person spoke, and everyone looked for the sound, only to see a rather handsome man in a purple-blue sword suit walking up to the crowd. He stared at Xuan Moxiao arrogantly, and said mockingly: "The so-called knowing people, knowing their faces but not knowing their hearts, if you speak for him with good intentions now, maybe one day in the future, he may plunge a cold knife into your heart. Young Xia Yan, you have to be careful."

Xi Yanming...

The chill in Xuan Moxiao's heart suddenly doubled again, he looked at Xi Yanming, endured the discomfort all over his body and said: "Eldest young master..."

"What do you call me? Young master?!" Xi Yanming raised his head and laughed loudly, "Some people don't look like princes even in dragon robes. A dog slave is a dog slave. You can't change the humbleness in your bones. So what if you join Master Su's sect? Are you still a dog in front of this young master?"

"Enough!" Yan Qinghe couldn't bear it anymore, "Xi Yanming, Xuan Moxiao is my disciple of Yuqiong Mountain, and if you insult my disciple of Yuqiong Mountain, you are humiliating my master! If you want to break your hand before the Fairy Sword Conference If you break your leg, try saying one more word!"

After Yan Qinghe finished speaking, a group of Diancang Peak disciples drew their swords and surrounded everyone in Cold Crystal Valley.

Xi Yanming looked at the menacing disciple of Diancang Peak, his face froze, and he said with force: "Jade Qiong Mountain has helped me a lot in Hanjing Valley, I don't care about you, it's just this person, please be careful Some, this young master is doing it for your own good, don't be ignorant of good and evil!"

After finishing speaking, he fled with the disciples of Cold Crystal Valley.

"Serious trash!" Yan Qinghe raised his hand and ordered Cangfeng disciple to put away his sword, staring at Xuan Moxiao who was expressionless, and said, "Those people have enmity with you?"

Xuan Moxiao looked at Yan Qinghe in surprise.

Ever since the fight at Diancang Peak last time, Yan Qinghe's attitude towards him seems to have improved a lot, and even the disciples of Diancang Peak have become more friendly to him. Not only do they not like to trouble him, but there are always people He is always happy to show kindness to him and get kindness from others, but he doesn't know how long this hard-won kindness will last.

He has been hurt too much, so much that he can no longer trust anyone easily.

"It's not a grudge, but they don't like me." Xuan Moxiao smiled bitterly, and said truthfully.

Yan Qinghe looked at Xuan Moxiao who was smiling bitterly and frowned, then patted him heavily on the shoulder and said, "Stop thinking about it, tomorrow at the Immortal Sword Conference, we must make them look good!"

In the evening, people from the Liu family of Qujing Wanliu Mountain Villa also came. At this point, the four major sects of the cultivation world gathered in Lihua Palace.

In the beautiful Lihua Palace, people were full of voices, beaming with joy, music from silk and bamboo pipes was constantly playing, and laughter was everywhere. Xuan Moxiao was in this bustle, but felt endlessly lonely.

He was sitting alone on the veranda in the corner of the courtyard. Above his head was the moon that was as lonely as him. In front of him were the immortal disciples who drank too much wine and walked in and out with their shoulders crossed. He didn't know what he should do. , All he knew was that his heart was so chaotic that he didn't even have the heart to think about what might happen tomorrow.

He picked up the snacks, wine and meat that Rong Lian brought to him during his busy schedule, and ate them mouthful. He had no appetite at first, but Rong Lian said that Ye Qingyi ordered him to bring these.

Uncle...

His Master Ye is still thinking about him...

Xuan Moxiao smiled, and suddenly thought of Ye Qingyi and Su Mengze, who were like gods and couples, the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth.

What Rong Lian said was right, as expected only someone like Su Mengze could be worthy of his Master Ye.

He picked up the jug and raised his head to take a sip, but he coughed due to the smell of wine.

"Cough cough!"

"Xuan Moxiao! Why are you hiding here alone?"

Xuan Moxiao paused when he heard the words, and looked up, only to see Yan Qinghe standing in front of him holding a wine pot and supporting Liang Zhu.

The author has something to say:

Yan Qinghe: It's nothing, but after the fight, I think the junior brother is really pretty, so don't think about it.