"Master, I saw you treasure this tea very much in the past, why are you so generous today?" Han Xueli was puzzled.
She had been craving this tea for a long time, but the master kept a close eye on it and never let her take a sip. Why didn't she feel bad today?
"When guests come to your door, you have to prepare something that is worthy of being on the table, so as not to spread the word and I, Yun Haifeng, will lose all my face."
Han Xueli felt ashamed. Could she tell her master that his stingy reputation was already well known in Tianfu College?
Thinking of the consequences of telling him, Han Xueli quickly shook her head, determined not to say it.
"It seems that I have taken advantage of Mu Qing today."
"That's natural."
"Master!" Han Xueli glared at Liu Yuebai.
Doesn't she want to lose face? How could the master not leave some room for himself in front of Feng Muching?
Facing her sullen eyes, Liu Yuebai didn't know why, "As a teacher, I just tell the truth."
"Humph!" Han Xueli was furious, stood up and walked away.
Her figure disappeared around the corner, Feng Muqing raised her eyes and glanced at Liu Yuebai, and frowned slightly when she saw his unmoved look.
"Aren't you worried about her?"
Liu Yuebai shook his head, "Just get used to it."
Feng Muqing really didn't understand the way Liu Yuebai and Han Xueli got along with each other, and it was hard for her to interrupt, so she had to change the subject and reveal her purpose.
"I want to learn to refine weapons. I wonder when Elder Liu will teach me?"
"The hour of every second day."
"good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Muching stood up and left.
"Wait!" Liu Yuebai called out to her.
"What's the matter with Elder Liu?" Feng Muching looked confused.
Liu Yuebai took out a mask from the storage ring and handed it directly to Feng Muqing.
Looking at the familiar Bianhua mask, Feng Muching was extremely pleasantly surprised. She quickly took it and looked at it carefully, and the traces left on it were gone.
"Why is this mask here with you? Are you the weapon refiner Jun Ruye is looking for?"
Liu Yuebai nodded, "I made the mask, but the material for this mask was made by that boy Jun Ruye himself."
Feng Muqing was slightly stunned. The material was actually provided by Jun Ruye. He was very generous. It seemed that the favor was getting more and more owed.
Seeing her confused look, Liu Yuebai knew that Jun Ruye must have kept silent about this matter. It seemed that his thousand-year-old iron tree had finally blossomed.
Liu Yuebai looked at Feng Muqing blatantly, his eyes extremely magnanimous.
Feng Muqing's talent is rare and her appearance is stunning, so she is a perfect match for Jun Ruye.
Liu Yuebai couldn't help but curse, wondering how lucky this kid Jun Ruye had been in his previous life to meet such a lovely person.
"Elder Liu and Ru Ye are old acquaintances?" Seeing his familiar tone, Feng Muqing became somewhat interested in what happened between the two of them.
Jun Ruye is just a piece of ice. How could such a person know the elders of Tianfu Academy?
After all, no one from the four major colleges will interfere in the affairs of the outside court, but Jun Ruye is the regent of Beiyi who is less than ten thousand people.
Liu Yuebai nodded.
Back then, Jun Ruye wanted to forge himself a magic weapon that could cut iron as well as mud, so he found Tianfu Academy. The boy was very smart, and hired him with a lot of money as the owner of the dark building, and also handed over the materials and design drawings.
and delivered.
When I was young and vigorous, my heart was moved when I saw the wonderful design. If I could refine such a magic weapon, Liu Yuebai's name would surely resound throughout the Nebula Continent.
So he worked hard and spent three full months to create the sword named Prajna.
This sword became famous as Jun Ruye fought on the battlefield. From then on, Liu Yuebai's name was completely spread in the Nebula Continent, and he also took the position of elder of Tianfu Academy.
Of course, the most important thing is that his own cultivation level is not low.
When the Prajna Sword fell into Jun Ruye's hands, he naturally wanted to ask about the reason, and then he found out
Jun Ruye is the owner of the dark building, and he promises that he will never use this sword to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
The two of them are similar in age and have the same youthful spirit. After going back and forth, they have become close friends and talk about everything.
"I heard that the boy got married a few days ago. I was still thinking that the woman had the courage to marry him. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, the boy is lucky."
Feng Muqing covered her lips and smiled. She didn't expect Jun Ruyehui, who had such a deadly face, and Liu Yuebai, who looked gentle, to become close friends.
"I haven't thanked Elder Liu for taking the initiative to refine this mask."
Feng Muching unconsciously touched the mask with her fingers, feeling the fine contours on it, with a smile on her lips.
"No, just think of it as my wedding gift to you."
Feng Muqing's smile froze, and she thought to herself that she couldn't tell Liu Yuebai that she and Jun Ruye were just good brothers, and their marriage was just for each other's needs.
"Originally, I planned to send it to Beiyi at some time, but now it's better to return it to its original owner." Liu Yuebai also didn't expect that the fate was so wonderful. This stunningly talented and beautiful woman turned out to be the wife of a good friend.
When he first heard Feng Muching's name, he felt very familiar. Until he saw the person in person, he instantly understood the information he knew.
He recognized her identity the first time he saw her.
"I think you want to go to other peaks, so I won't leave you here." Liu Yuebai looked at the sky outside and said gently.
Feng Muqing nodded, stood up to say goodbye, and left directly.
This Liu Yuebai looks young, but he is so wise that he is almost a demon. His face with a gentle smile at all times is really confusing.
No one in Tianfu Academy should be underestimated.
When Feng Muqing left the refining room, she saw Han Xueli walking not far away. Seeing her kicking the stones under her feet, Feng Muqing smiled.
This is what a young woman should look like.
Seeing Feng Muqing coming out, Han Xueli hurriedly ran to her, and the decadence on her face disappeared instantly.
"Are you leaving?"
Feng Muching nodded.
"Well... when you go to Ice Mist Peak, pay attention to the late smoke."
Night smoke on the road?
Feng Muqing's face was full of confusion, why did she get involved with Lu Wanyan again? She didn't know this person at all.
"Lu Wanyan is a well-known genius disciple in Tianfu Academy, and is also the goddess in the hearts of many male disciples. But this person is very jealous. You have been in the limelight when you first entered the academy, and I am afraid that he has already had a grudge against you. Anyway, you have to
Be careful."
Thinking of Lu Wanyan, Han Xueli showed unabashed disgust.
Feng Muqing was helpless, but she didn't say anything. I won't offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, he will be punished no matter how far away he is.
No matter what happens to Lu Wanyan, as long as she doesn't act like a monster to her and everything is fine, and if she doesn't find her happy, I don't mind leaving her something, which will definitely make her unforgettable for the rest of her life.
"You still don't know my strength?"
"Of course I understand. It's just that Lu Wanyan always likes to play dirty tricks behind the scenes. It's easy to avoid open attacks and hard to prevent hidden attacks."
"Don't worry, if this person really gets into my hands, I won't be the one who will suffer."
Han Xueli felt relieved when she heard what she said. No matter what, Feng Muqing was the dean's only disciple. If something happened, the dean would protect her.
Han Xueli sent Feng Muqing out of Yunhai Peak and returned to the courtyard, while Feng Muqing went to Ice Mist Peak.
On the side of Yunhai Peak, amid the smoke, a small courtyard is hidden, looming, as if it blends in with its surroundings.
Han Xueli was in a happy mood and returned to the courtyard with a smile. As soon as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw her brother sitting in the courtyard with a serious look on his face.
Seeing Han Qianjue's solemn look, Han Xueli's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that something happened at home?
Thinking of this, she hurried to Han Qianjue, her face full of anxiety, "Brother, something happened at home?"
"Thank you for remembering the safety of your family. Why were you so speechless in front of Feng Muqing just now?
To block it, I wish I could hand over all my family assets."
My brother is still in the mood to criticize me, so there must be nothing wrong at home.
Han Xueli breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart suddenly fell to the ground. She patted her chest with lingering fear.
"Brother, you are so serious, you scared me to death."
"You girl, you are still blaming your brother." Then Han Qianjue said solemnly: "No matter what happens to Feng Muqing, she is still the regent princess of Beiyi. There are some things that I hope you will keep secret."
"Don't worry, brother, in your mind, is your lovely sister a brainless person?"
Han Qianjue chuckled, and the word "yes" shining brightly in his eyes deeply hurt Han Xueli's heart.
"Han Qianjue!" Han Xueli roared in an instant.
"hiss--"
While Han Xueli wasn't paying attention, Han Qianjue knocked her on the forehead off guard, causing Han Xueli to grin in pain.
"Han Xueli, I am your brother, and you are the only one who calls me by his first name!"
Han Xueli stroked her forehead and pouted, not daring to say anything to Han Qianjue, but she felt very aggrieved.
The more she thought about Han Xueli, the more aggrieved she became. Within a moment, her eyes were full of tears, and the tears rolled in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.
"Xueli." Seeing her lowering her head, Han Qianjue frowned slightly and called her worriedly.
Han Xueli's eyes were filled with tears, and she wanted to tell Han Qianjue that she was fine, but she felt aggrieved and could not speak.
Han Qianjue saw her lowering her head and twitching her small shoulders. She felt heartbroken for a moment and realized that what she just said was a bit serious.
"Xueli, it's my fault. My brother can't speak. Can you forgive me?"
Hearing his apology, Han Xueli couldn't hold back the tears any longer and fell down with a snap.
"Woo~"
Waves of low sobs reached Han Qianjue's ears. Han Qianjue was heartbroken and panicked for a moment, but he didn't know how to comfort her.
"Xueli..."
Han Xueli sobbed for a moment. She wiped away the tears on her face and raised her head to look at Han Qianjue stubbornly.
"Mu Qing is not that kind of person, and I am not a wealthy lady who knows nothing. Brother, there is no need to worry."
She knew that her brother was thinking about his family and that he was right to be so cautious, but she just liked Feng Muching very much and couldn't help but want to get close to her.
She hopes her brother can trust her and know what to say and what not to say.
The most important thing is that she believes in Feng Muqing. Feng Muqing is not a deceitful woman like that, otherwise she would not have helped her that day in the Wuluo Mountains.
"It's my brother's fault, our Xueli is a measured girl." Han Qianjue looked at her red eyes with a look of self-blame.
Over the years, everyone who has been close to Xueli has always wanted to gain benefits from her. Finally, he has a friend who wants to be close to her. He understands very well that it is him who is obsessed with her.
"Then my brother won't stop me from interacting with Mu Qing, right?"
Han Qianjue shook his head, "Brother is not a bad person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, so naturally he won't stop you. Just do what you want to do boldly."
"Thank you, brother." Han Xueli smiled through her tears and threw herself into Han Qianjue's arms.
Han Qianjue sighed helplessly and patted her back gently.
Even if she made a huge hole, he could still mend it for her. She was his only biological sister.
On the Ice Mist Peak.
The sun was setting in the west, dyeing the sky red, and the orange-red glow reflected through the window coffins on the beautiful shadows on the window edge, instantly adding a touch of warmth to the coldness.