I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

Sang Nian took the flower with a smile on her face, lowered her head and sniffed it:

"Smells really good."

Xie Chenzhou raised the corner of his mouth:

"Same smell as you."

"Really?" Sang Nian smelled the flowers, then smelled himself, "It seems so."

She raised her face, her eyes sparkling:

"Are you a puppy? You have such a keen nose."

Xie Chenzhou pinched the tip of her nose, put down the sword in his other hand, and sat down next to her.

The towel she had just used to wipe her hair was right beside her. He grasped a strand of her cold raven hair and picked up the towel.

The girl's hair had grown a lot longer, and it became smooth and sleek, like a piece of fine brocade.

His movements were clumsy as he carefully squeezed out the water drops from the ends of his hair.

The moon is heavy outside the window, and the tiles are covered with cold dew.

The room is dimly lit by candlelight, and the tea is warm and the flowers are fragrant.

The boy has gentle features.

Sang Nian sat there restlessly, playing with flowers and weighing his sword from time to time.

"This sword is the same as mine." she exclaimed curiously.

Xie Chenzhou glanced at it and replied:

"It was given by the Second Elder."

He is still not used to calling him Master.

Sang Nian was attracted by something tied to the hilt of the sword and moved closer to take a closer look.

It is a delicate jade dice with a lustrous texture.

Somewhat familiar.

Sang Nian: "What is this?"

Xie Chenzhou said: "This is something you gave me."

Sang Nian remembered.

It was the self-defense magic weapon she casually threw to Xie Chenzhou in the Octopus Dumplings copy.

“You still keep it.”

She sighed and said puzzledly:

"Why is it hung on the hilt? It will be so inconvenient when fighting with others."

Xie Chenzhou said nothing.

Sang Nian said again:

"But it is indeed very beautiful. By the way, does your sword have a name?"

Xie Chenzhou shook his head: "No."

"Oh, yes. You have two swords. This one is not your natal sword. It definitely doesn't exist."

Sang Nian looked back:

"I want to see your natal sword again, is that okay?"

Xie Chenzhou hesitated for a moment, then made a gesture to summon out his hidden natal sword.

A cold light flashed.

Sang Nian's eyes blurred, and before she could react, something was already in her palm.

She looked down and saw the sword she had seen last time.

This time when it saw her, it was even more enthusiastic than last time. It used force to knock away the other sword with the exquisite jade dice on it, and domineeringly took over both of her hands.

The heavy and cold sword kept humming, as if it was acting coquettishly to her.

Sang Nian seemed to have discovered something interesting, and said crisply:

"Xie Chenzhou, your natal sword likes me very much."

Xie Chenzhou hummed and said:

"I like you too."

Sang Nian was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head and changed the subject:

"Does it have a name?"

Xie Chenzhou: “No.”

Sang Nian: "This one doesn't have one either? Why don't you give it a name?"

Xie Chenzhou said calmly:

“Once you give a name, you will have feelings for it.”

Sang Nian was dissatisfied:

"Sword cultivators all treat their swords as treasures, but you are different."

Xie Chenzhou remained silent.

It's just a tool for killing people, there's no need to have any feelings for it.

——This is the consensus of all Shura Palace members.

"Why don't I give it a name?" Sang Nian said happily.

Xie Chenzhou lowered his eyes: "It's up to you."

Sang Nian thought hard.

"Since it is black, sharp, feels as cold as frost, and has a faint sadness in its temperament, why not just call it—"

“Spicy beef noodles.”

Xie Chenzhou: “…”

Xie Chenzhou's natal sword: "..."

Sang Nian asked Lingjian:

"Do you like this name? Spicy beef noodles."

The spirit sword silently flew back into Xie Chenzhou's body, pretending that he was dead.

Sang Nian felt a little lost:

"Doesn't it like it?"

Xie Chenzhou said calmly:

"It likes it."

Sang Nian: "Really?"

Xie Chenzhou hesitated and nodded:

"real."

Sang Nian grinned: "Hehe, as long as you like it."

Xie Chenzhou used his spiritual power to dry her hair and stood up:

"Let's go."

Sang Nian was puzzled: "Where to go?"

Xie Chenzhou: "Eat noodles."

Sang Nian's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed him, clearing his throat:

"Guess what my sword is called."

Xie Chenzhou shook his head: "I can't guess."

Sang Nian said seriously:

"One is the sword my mother left me, called the Snow Scattering Sword."

"One was given by the Sect Master, and it's called—"

“Iced red bean dumplings.”

Xie Chenzhou pressed his forehead, looking like he wanted to say something but finally held back:

"After eating noodles, go eat glutinous rice balls."

Sang Nian said excitedly: "Then what are you waiting for?"

“?(???0????)Let’s go!”

It was late at night and the sound of gongs and drums was heard.

The lights were bright, and the girl in white was pulling the boy along as they ran along the street, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Her long hair, which was simply tied with a headband, spread out and fluttered in the wind.

The boy raised his hand to grab the flying headband, but his fingertips grabbed nothing.

Just like the moments that failed in countless dreams many years later.

……

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the gathering of heroes finally officially opened.

All the disciples of the immortal sect gathered in the Changsheng Hall Square.

In the Xiaoyao Sect's team, Shen Mingchao complained:

"It's none of our business, why do you have to join in the fun? Can't you just stay in the inn and have a good sleep?"

Sang Nian ignored him and waited patiently for the clan leaders in front to finish their speeches.

There were a few people standing beside her who were listening silently.

Next to them was the Xuanjian Sect’s team.

For some reason, Xiao Jing, who was standing at the front, kept looking back at her and——

Hearing without saying a word.

The expression is extremely complicated.

It seemed like shock, fear, anger, and confusion.

All in all, very complicated.

Wen Buyu also noticed his gaze and asked Sang Nian in a low voice:

"Junior Sister Sang, why is he looking at us like that?"

Sang Nian also felt strange:

"Could it be that he is looking for a chance to take revenge after being humiliated last time?"

Hearing this, he sighed:

"Xiao Jing's behavior is very different from his brother's."

Sang Nian deeply agreed with this.

This child has a face that looks like he is crawling in darkness every day.

Over there, Xiao Jing met her and Wen Buyu's gazes, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards them as if he had made up his mind.

Sang Nian: “?”

What is this damn kid going to do?

Xiao Jing squeezed into the Xiaoyao Sect's team.

He gritted his teeth and whispered to Wen Bu Yu:

"I'm telling you, unless you step over my dead body, you will never be with my brother."

Hearing this without saying a word: (*′?｀*)?

He pointed at himself: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, are you talking to me?"

Xiao Jing's eyes flashed with a wolf-like dark and vicious light:

"I will always, always, always, always watch over you. Don't even think about touching a hair on my brother's head."

Hearing without saying: “…”

He was completely disheveled in this beautiful morning.

Xiao Jing turned to Sang Nian and was about to speak when several disciples from the Xuanjian Sect rushed over and hurriedly carried him back.

Sang Nian seemed to realize something and looked to the other side.

Sure enough, at the front of the Changsheng Palace team, Xiao Zhuochen looked apologetic and nodded slightly to her.

Sang Nian smiled at him and waved his hand nonchalantly to indicate that everything was fine.

Anyway, the one who suffered the mental attack was Wen Buyu.

It's not her.

Beside him, Xie Chenzhou looked like he was troubled and hadn't said a word since he left the house.

She whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Chenzhou shook his head. After a while, he suddenly said softly:

"I have to leave Yujing tomorrow to do something."

"I will definitely come back in ten days. You must wait for me."

Sang Nian: "Where are you going?"

Xie Chenzhou replied briefly:

"a place."

Sang Nian: "Is it urgent?"

Xie Chenzhou hesitated: "It's not urgent."

Sang Nian breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to him:

"Please postpone that matter for half a month."

Xie Chenzhou's eyebrows moved slightly: "Why?"

Sang Nian: "You will know in a moment."

On the stage, all the major sects finally finished speaking, and the leader, who was sitting in a wheelchair, gave the final speech.

There was thunderous applause.

Only Shen Mingchao complained bitterly:

"How long are you going to talk about this? I'm about to fall asleep. Why do these clan leaders always like to say a few simple words? It's so annoying."

Su Xueyin asked curiously:

"But the leader is so powerful, how did his leg get broken?"

Chu Yao lowered her voice and said:

"It is said that it was Mu Yunwei who harmed her."

Except Xie Chenzhou, several others became interested.

"Mu Yunwei?" Sang Nian asked, "Who is she?"