Xiao Ruoqing forced down the doubts in her heart and looked at the familiar clothes placed on the bed of Mo Li's room.
There seemed to be some unknown crystals left on it, so I subconsciously stepped forward to see what was going on.
Creak——
The door has been opened.
Xiao Ruoqing stepped back, trembling with fear instinctively, but her sneaky appearance was too suspicious, so she acted as if she hadn't heard anything.
A head of shining silver hair appeared in her peripheral vision, and her white shirt was dancing with a hint of coldness.
"doing what?"
Mo Li looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke into his room with an expressionless face. Because of her practice, her clothes were semi-transparent, her silver hair was plastered on her cheeks, and a pair of jade legs were looming. Matched with her expression, it was obvious that
He is unsmiling, but gives people a contrasting temptation.
The tone was unkind.
Xiao Ruoqing quickly turned around and coughed slightly, trying to find a suitable reason for her sudden intrusion.
Looking at the junior sister in front of him, his mind turned and he said:
"Well... the leader has returned and seems to be going to register the new disciples of the Sword Sect with the Soul Lamp."
"Sister, I came here specifically to inform you, well, the words have been notified..."
"..."
He turned around and hurried out of the door.
Mo Li looked at her disappearing back, lowering his head and thinking about something.
Shangguan Wenwen, who only exists in legend, has returned to the Sword Sect!?
"Weird thing."
"However, it is true that the Life Soul Lamp has never been recorded in the Sword Sect for so long."
"..."
The life soul lamp intercepts a trace of the life soul of the monk's own three souls and seven souls, and enshrines it in the sect's underworld wedding hall.
This ray of soul is related to the monk himself. If the monk dies, the ray of soul will also be annihilated.
It doesn't have any effect. The only possibility is to prove that this person really belongs to the sect.
Of course, Mo Li also knew that the Life Soul Lamp had another function, which was soul sound transmission. That is, through this ray of soul, the monk himself could be found, which could achieve the effect of sound transmission for thousands of miles, but the effect was a bit tasteless.
.
To trigger this effect, the monk who is thousands of miles away must be in a state of high mental concentration.
Mo Li put aside other thoughts in his mind, gently took off the long gown he wore to practice swordsmanship, and leaned half of his body on the edge of the bed, tilting his head against the bed rail.
Looking at the clothes placed on the short eucalyptus, a blush gradually appeared on her cheeks.
He walked forward, put his whole face against it, took a deep breath, and smelled the various smells mixed on it.
"Master...you really make people..."
"..."
The jade hand gradually slid down, a pair of jade legs tightened, and then the body trembled violently a few times.
Sitting on the ground with his body slightly limp, he stretched out his slender jade fingers and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.
She took the long sword, and the blade reflected her current appearance.
There is a faint fragrance floating around, but no one can see its appearance this time.
"How exactly is Mo Li going to treat you?"
"My master?"
Did he already know what he had done with him?
"I really look forward to seeing you again, you have to react."
The tip of her tongue gently licked the blade of the sword, and drops of blood rolled down, just like her heart at the moment, broken but mixed with inexplicable power to gently sew the wound.
After resting for a while, he put on a more formal Sword Sect disciple's clothing and walked out of the room.
...
Under the blooming peach tree at Bujian Peak.
No matter how much the wind and snow blow, they can't get even half an inch closer to this peach tree.
The peach blossoms are reflected on the branches, and the fragrance of the flowers is floating. Can you hear the wisps of piano music that seem to pluck the heartstrings, tugging at the soul, flying all the way?
Yoyo, Yoyo, invisible...
Under the tree, there is a snow-white reed mat, and the long purple glazed skirt is also made of snow.
The woman was leaning in front of the peach tree, wearing a slightly dry dress that was not tied up. She was like snow! She almost blended into the world.
The slender fingers held something, and the thin figure seemed to disappear in the wind.
Shan Wuque held a sewing basket and sat next to the white-haired woman. He gently pushed a piece of white hair behind her ears while smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms. He put his jade hands on a long gown that was almost completed and carefully Dan Wulan embroidered on the ground.
The breeze outlined her cold silhouette, and the coldness between her eyebrows seemed to have a hint of a smile. Her temperament was not as youthful as before, but a little more intellectual and mature.
Suddenly, Shan Wulan's eyebrows frowned slightly.
"hiss--"
A drop of blood slowly flowed down her index finger. She didn't care, put her finger in her mouth and licked away the blood.
It seems that pricking your finger with a needle has become a common thing.
"Sister, you seem to have become a different person!"
Shan Wuque's hair was swaying in the wind, one hand was fiddling with the ball of needlework in his hand, and the other hand was holding his chin, looking at Shan Wulan.
Shan Wulan raised his head and glanced at Shan Wique, then picked up the white gown in his hand, shook it, and said:
"how do you feel!?"
It was sewn according to his body shape, but she had never made clothes before. In the past few days, she had traveled to Hongchen Peak and learned from Wenren Pingxin many times before stumbling to where she was now.
Shan Wuque put down the ball of needlework in his hand, stood up, and walked around the dress a few times in a serious manner, and then nodded heavily:
"Well, sister, that's great!"
"You can see that this is a piece of clothing!"
Shan Wulan: "..."
He placed the crooked gown on the ground and let out a long sigh:
"No way?"
Am I not fit to be a good wife and mother? I can’t even sew a piece of clothing for him.
The white shirt was fluttering in the wind, and there was a hint of pink on it, and one could vaguely tell that these were some peach blossoms.
“Sister, I think she’s very beautiful!!”
"Senior brother will definitely like the clothes made by my sister."
The dull hair on Shan Wique's head rotated rapidly, like a small helicopter.
She stood up and picked up the white shirt, pointed at the peach blossom on it, then grabbed Shan Wulan's jade hand covered with needle holes, and said seriously:
"My mother once said that no matter how bad the thing given to you by the person you like is, the heart contained in it is true!"
"When someone likes you, you can feel the love even if he doesn't say it. This is the most confusing part."
"..."
Shan Wulan's eyes trembled, and she held the white shirt tightly with her jade hands, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Shan Wique sideways:
"So, you think this shirt is terrible?"
Shan Wukue took a step back and said seriously:
"Although you are terrible, you are very hardworking!!"
Shan Wulan snorted coldly and put the piece of clothing in the sewing basket with an expressionless face.
Her jade arms were wrapped around her knees, her head was placed on her knees, and she stared blankly at the peach blossoms above the peach tree.
In the needlework basket, a piece of white snow swayed in the wind.
The two sat together for an unknown amount of time before Shan Wulan suddenly said:
"Sister likes him, right?"
Shan Wuque's face immediately turned red, and he stood up suddenly, shaking his head at her vigorously, the hair on his head spinning almost crazily:
"No...my sister likes him. How could my sister like him?"
"Sister doesn't like Elder Su!"
"Elder Su doesn't like anything at all..."
Her voice became lower and lower towards the end, and her face became redder and redder. A blush spread all over her neck and extended to her ears.
The short hair was flowing gently.
Shan Wulan looked at this sister whose thoughts were almost etched on her face, sighed, and said calmly:
"Did I say it was Su Bei? Why did you react so hard?"
"..."
Shan Wuque shut up and said nothing.
Shan Wulan stood up gently, looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own, with a faint smile on his lips.
She rarely smiles.
He reached out his hand, stroked her black hair, and said softly:
"Don't dye your hair in the future..."
Shan Wuque's eyes blinked at her.
Shan Wulan put his head on her shoulder and murmured:
"elder sister."
"Um?"
"I miss my mother."
...
In late spring, the snow in Selangor finally showed signs of melting.
After the opening ceremony of the Holy Land, the gate of the mountain was opened, and the Sword Sect was undoubtedly completely new from the inside out.
This time, due to the good publicity, the number of disciples who came to worship at the gate was more than ten times that of the previous year. It was very busy to see a large number of disciples coming and going.
Like an old madam leading a group of chickens, they shuttled around the Sword Sect.
Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li Jianniang walked down from Bujian Peak. People kept saying hello to the three of them, their eyes full of envy.
You can still vaguely hear whispers:
"Why do you think the leader returned to the Sword Sect this time? Could it have something to do with the restart of the Hidden Dragon List soon!?"
"..."
A fat man swept the snow in front of him with a broom in his hand, frowning and said:
"It shouldn't be the case. The leader has been missing for so long. It must not be for such a simple reason."
As he spoke, his words gradually weakened, and he looked serious and whispered:
"Could it be related to Wuhua Que?"
"You must know that when Luo Ritian escaped from the Sword Sect, he smashed Lingyun Hall to pieces. Elder Wenren must have been unable to swallow this breath..."
"I don't know, whatever happened, it has nothing to do with you and me being snow plows."
"The three senior sisters should go to the Minghun Hall to recruit the Minghun Lamp..."
"..."
Snowflakes mixed with rain are slowly falling.
Slowly soaking everything around, the blue eaves are leaning against the blue mountain peaks, and the blue pool water reflects the blue sky.
The entire Sword Sect became rich and colorful, and the sky suddenly turned green.
The snow on the green pines gradually fell to the ground, and the water washed the blue sky.
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes looked in surprise at the clear-eyed disciples who hurried past her. They were led by a famous disciple of the Sword Sect to visit various places of the Sword Sect.
You can still hear the male disciple’s gushing voice:
"Now that you have entered the mountain gate of my Sword Sect, you will be a disciple of the Sword Sect from now on."
"Junior brothers and sisters, not far ahead is the Life Soul Hall. As disciples of my Sword Sect, you have to go and register the Life Soul Lamp."
"Three months later will be the Sword Sect's new disciple selection competition. If you perform well and are selected by the deacons of our Sword Sect, you can become an inner disciple. If you have outstanding talent and are favored by the nine elders of our Sword Sect, then
But it’s just one step to reach the sky and become a direct disciple.”
"Although what I said is a bit long-winded, I still want to ask you!"
"..."
The Jianzong disciple coughed lightly, with his hands behind his back, and a sword from the Jianzong that shone with a cold light in his waist. There was a crane passing by in the sky, matching this beautiful scenery.
, lingering in the clouds, quite a bit like a peerless genius.
Each of the new disciples had serious expressions and looked at the senior brother in front of them with admiration and piety:
"Senior brother, please ask!"
A smile appeared on Zhen Jian's lips, and he said calmly:
"You people are among the secular people. You are descendants of princes and royal families, and you are common people. Do you know the rules of our Sword Sect?"
"Do you know the character of my Sword Sect!?"
A new disciple with a handsome face took a deep breath, his eyes shining with luster:
"Senior brother, junior brother knows!"
Zhen Jian nodded and signaled to him.
The disciple took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the Bujian Peak in the distance. In this direction, he could even see a huge peach tree in full bloom.
"Elder Su once said! If you join the Sword Sect, no matter your background, you are all disciples of the Sword Sect! The Sword Sect treats everyone equally!!"
Seemingly inspired by this disciple, another Sword Sect disciple stood up, with tears shining in his eyes:
"Elder Su once said that as a member of the Sword Sect, he wanted to hold an umbrella for others because he had been caught in the rain!"
"Junior sister has read the copy issued by a senior sister from Sword Sect... Elder Su is very big..."
"??"
Zhen Jian nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Well, it seems that you have reviewed it and what you said is good... Then can you tell me why you chose my sword sect?"
The handsome disciple stepped forward with longing in his eyes:
"For Elder Su! For becoming a disciple of Elder Su! For becoming a member of Sword Sect Bujian Peak!"
"To live with Elder Su between day and night!"
"I am ibei."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing, who was not far away, had a strange look on her face. She still had an impression of the leading disciple, but she couldn't remember his name. She only vaguely knew his nickname, so she said hello casually:
"That...hey, that three thousand taels!"
Zhen Jian's eyes brightened up, and she rushed towards Xiao Ruoqing with rapid strides, saying with respect:
"I've met three senior sisters!"
Then he turned around and looked at these new disciples of the Sword Sect, his tone full of pride and envy:
"These are the three direct disciples of Bujian Peak, and they are also the only three disciples of Elder Su!"
Mo Li looked at the disciples indifferently, without saying a word, with his eyes closed, his snow-white skirt turned into snow, and his silver hair was tied up in a bun.
With a shy look on her face, Sword Lady took a step back and pinched the corner of Xiao Ruoqing's skirt tightly, lying behind Xiao Ruoqing without daring to raise her head.
The eyebrows of all the disciples were full of envy. After all, being able to become the disciple of Elder Su, the number one person under Hedao, was simply a blessing gained through eight lifetimes of training.
"I've met Senior Sister!"
"What are you going to do, Senior Sister?"
"Senior sisters are so beautiful!! What kind of talent can be worthy of..."