For the peace of the fairy world

The Devil Realm, Lizhou Fengyan City.

Taizhen Palace sits in the center of Fengyan City. The high gate wall divides Taizhen Palace into an inner gate and an outer gate.In the inner sect are selected relatively outstanding disciples, while the disciples in the outer sect, in addition to performing the duties of ordinary disciples, are also responsible for managing a series of properties under the name of Taizhen Palace, accumulating wealth for the sect and expanding its power.

At this moment, in the most exquisite and magnificent palace in the inner gate of Taizhen Palace, a female nun is holding a tray in her hand, and on the tray is a palm-sized sandalwood box.She stepped into the hall holding her breath, her footsteps were as light as a cat's, and she made no sound.

Although there was no one in the hall, she still didn't dare to look up easily, maintaining a respectful posture cautiously, as she did when she came here on time every day, she put the tray on a small table, opened the wooden box, and breathed a sigh of relief. The fragrance from far away hits the nostrils.

In the box were incense slices, and she obeyed the master's order, and came to the hall where the master lives regularly every day, and put a certain amount of incense slices into the incense burner, so that the hall was always filled with that delicate fragrance .In this way, no matter when Master leaves the retreat, the place will still be the same as before her old retreat.

The female cultivator picked up the small silver spoons with intricate carvings in the box, no more, no less, three and a half spoons.After the incense is added, the cover of the smoker is re-covered, and the light smoke escapes from each small hole of the smoker, coiling and rising into the air.

After doing all this, the female cultivator picked up the tray again, turned around, and suddenly seemed to be shocked, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "My respect, Master!"

A few feet away in front of her, the fine bead curtain hangs motionless, without any sign of anyone coming, but behind the bead curtain, a woman is lazily leaning on the seat, the sun shines in from the window, her shadow Shaking gently on the ground: "Well, I told you to add incense every day at Yinshi, but you are quite diligent."

The female cultivator lowered her head and said, "Master has orders, and disciples dare not be negligent."

The female cultivator's master, the lord of the Taizhen Palace, closed her eyes half-closed, her slender fingers gently tapping on the armrest.The female cultivator paused, then thought of something and hurriedly said: "Disciple, congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master!"

The Master of Taizhen Palace said lazily: "Congratulations to me?"

The female nun said: "Master once said that it would take 300 years to retreat, but now it is less than 200 years, and Master has already left the retreat..."

The palace master's phoenix eyes opened, and he flicked his sleeve robe and said: "I left the customs this time, not because my skills have improved, but because someone woke me up."

The female cultivator couldn't help being surprised, and said cautiously: "Who...is so rude?"

The palace lord snorted coldly and said: "A brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." The fingers looking at the handrail paused and said: "You go to the Xipei Hall and bring me my astrology instrument."

The female cultivator was startled.That day the astrology instrument was the master's old thing, and it had been locked in a cabinet in the West Side Hall. She had seen it a few times before. It was a tall silver plate containing two and a half palm-sized balls, placed on a long In a square carved wooden box.

The female cultivator didn't think much about it, she got up and retreated quickly, walked to the West Side Hall, found the astrology instrument in the cabinet where all kinds of treasures were stored, opened the box and looked, but was stunned.

The two small balls that were just lying quietly on the silver plate were now suspended, flying up and down around each other, and the originally cold luster on the surface of the balls became soft and bright.

The female cultivator was surprised and closed the wooden box at the same time, brought the astronomical instrument to the main hall, and presented it to the master.

The palace master saw that the two people seemed to have life force, they kept flying the spinning ball, and stood up all of a sudden, the disciple hurriedly half-kneeled on the ground, and raised the astronomical instrument above his head with both hands.

The hall was silent for a while, until the palace lord murmured: "Wuyi...is this the one you chose?"

Although the female cultivator's heart is full of awe, she can't help but imagine the look on Master's face at this moment, Wuyi?It's that person...

After the palace lord lost his mind, he said calmly: "Get up."

The female cultivator hurriedly got up, still bowing her head.

The palace lord looked at her, and suddenly frowned and said: "I remember that the key of Xipei Hall has always been in charge of Xianle, why don't you see her?"

The nun's heart skipped a beat and she said, "Junior Sister Xianle...has left the sect 20 years ago, and her whereabouts are still unknown."

The palace master frowned fiercely, and said in a high voice: "Leaving the sect? Who allowed her to leave the sect without permission?"

The female cultivator hurriedly said: "Junior Sister Xian Le left on her own, she didn't disturb anyone when she left, and only left behind a letter."

The palace lord stretched out his hand and said, "Where's the letter?"

The female cultivator quickly found the letter in the treasure bag and handed it over.

The palace lord unfolded the thin letter paper, twitched his brows twice, and said with a sneer: "Okay, okay! This girl, you think I can't deal with her if she escapes without a trace!"

Every inner disciple of Taizhen Palace has a golden seal in his body, and the master can use the golden seal to find out their location at will, although the golden seal in Yang Xianle's body has become extremely shallow after she abolished her cultivation Faint, but the palace lord closed his eyes and traced the past, and still roughly knew the direction.

Coincidentally, it was very close to where the kid was.Then, taking the opportunity of going to the school to test the successors of Wuyi, I cleaned up the door by the way.

The palace master made up his mind, and said to the eldest disciple: "I have an urgent matter to leave the palace, all affairs in the palace are still handled by you, since Xianle does not spare blessings..." She flipped her wrist, and took a golden Yuandan Throw it to the nun. "This thing is for you."

The female cultivator couldn't help being surprised and delighted, and quickly knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master!"

When she raised her head again, the indifferent and proud woman had disappeared into the light and shadow projected by the palace window, leaving only the still hanging bead curtain and the room full of fragrance.

But for a moment, the tall and powerful young man on the top of Bishan's triple-folded peak, but with terrible scars on his face, turned around in front of the rock engraved with the words "Peach Blossom Rock", bowed slightly, and stepped on the clouds. The woman who came from the void said: "Junior Yu Xiao, I have seen Senior Yin."

On the last day of the Sword Discussion Conference, disciples and real people from all sects gathered in the square next to Bishan Jinghu to conclude the Dao Appreciation Conference.

Seats had been arranged in the square long ago, Fang Huai, Yu Xiao and the other five Taibai disciples who were about to leave for Kunlun were seated together, and the four selected disciples of Emei sat not far away.

It was still time for free conversations, several disciples around Fang Huai chatted and laughed with him, and said something to take care of each other in Kunlun later, while Yu Xiao remained silent.

[The aptitude of these immortal disciples is not as good as my outer disciples from Taizhen Palace. 】

The contemptuous words were wrapped in spiritual power and only reached Yu Xiao's ear.

Yu Xiao's expression was calm, and he replied in the same way: [Senior, haven't you found the body yet? 】

Yin Menghe is the Master of Taizhen Palace who came to test Yu Xiao's qualifications. If he appeared in real form, it would inevitably alarm people in the fairy world. At this moment, he is only in the form of Yuanshen staying near Yu Xiao.

[These skins, hmph, are so ugly that I don't even want to touch them. 】

Yu Xiaodao: [Is there no one who is satisfied? 】

[There is one. 】The flocculent mist invisible to others condensed into a human figure, although blurred, the figure was still graceful. The human figure stretched out its hand, gently touched Fang Huai's face beside Yu Xiao, and stroked his dull eyes with his fingers. [This skin is not bad, but the spiritual roots are mixed, and it is a man's body. 】

Fang Huai blinked, turned to Yu Xiao and said, "Ah Xiao, is it windy?"

Yu Xiao raised her eyebrows and said, "No."

[Senior, let's choose another one. 】

The woman's laughter was playful: [Who is this you? 】

【he is……】

Suddenly, among the four Emei disciples sitting there, Lin Xiangxiang stood up. A beauty like her can attract a lot of attention even if she sits still. When she stood up, many people looked at her .

Yin Menghe said leisurely: 【This little girl... is not bad. 】

Lin Xiangxiang seemed to have made up his mind, and walked in the direction of Yu Xiao and Fang Huai. When he came to Fang Huai, he saluted and said, "Senior Brother Fang."

The human figure formed by the smoke flowed in the air, came to Lin Xiangxiang's back, wrapped around her, a wisp of mist condensed into slender fingertips, stroked the girl's fragile skin and said: [That's her. 】

Fang Huai hurriedly stood up and said, "Junior Sister Lin, what do you want me to do?"

Lin Xiangxiang bit his lip, glanced at him, and turned his gaze to Yu Xiao behind him: "I...I have something to talk to this fellow Taoist."

As soon as she said this, it can be said that everyone was shocked. No one could have imagined that the person such a beauty would strike up a conversation with was that gloomy scarred face.

Only Yu Xiao was still sitting there, his eyes as calm as a bottomless deep pool.

【senior. 】

【Um?What, you can't bear this little girl talking to you? 】

【no. 】Yu Xiao glanced across the southeast corner of the square, 【There are five monks above the stage of transformation nearby.In order not to overwhelm the enemy, it is better for the seniors to go far away if they want to seize the house. 】

Lin Xiangxiang had already stood in front of him, tightly clutching the hem of his skirt with one hand, and hastily saluted: "You Daoist Yu, please take a step to speak."

[Just in time, you and this little girl went to the woods far away, so that I can seize the house. 】

Yu Xiao stood up and said lightly, "Miss Lin, please."

So the two left their seats in full view, one behind the other.

Well, take back what I said earlier.Sitting there, Fang Huai thought to himself, it seems that even if there is a scar on his face, it can't stop the protagonist's luck.

A disciple next to him asked, "Brother Fang, dare I ask...does Yu Xiao know Junior Sister Lin?" It should be said that Lin Xiangxiang knew Yu Xiao?

Fang Huai came back to his senses and said: "Ah... I don't really know, maybe they have some kind of connection in private." After thinking for a while, he said: "Maybe Junior Sister Lin wants to ask some questions about swordsmanship."

He remembered that in the original novel, Lin Xiangxiang had a marriage contract with the protagonist. Could it be because of this matter?Thinking of this, Fang Huai suddenly touched half of the jade pendant around his neck unconsciously.The jade pendant was hidden inside the collar, sticking to the skin near the collarbone, and Yu Xiao personally put it on for him.

In the woods far away from the crowd, a man and a woman faced each other, Lin Xiangxiang pursed his lips, and it was difficult to speak.Yu Xiao would not take the initiative to speak up.

【Senior, why don't you do it yet? 】

Yin Menghe came and said excitedly: [Don't worry, let's see what this little girl has to say. 】

"Friend Daoist Yu." Lin Xiangxiang finally said, "My father is Lin Ying, a Gusu Sanren. I wonder if you recognize him?"

Yu Xiao said: "Senior Lin from Gusu, my father once mentioned it to me."

Lin Xiangxiang shuddered and said: "Then the agreement between my father and your father back then, did you..."

Yu Xiaodao: "The jade pendant is a betrothal ceremony, about marriage, my father told me about it."

Yu Xiao's voice was clear and slightly deep, it wasn't unpleasant, but it was so lacking in emotion that it made one's heart chill.

Lin Xiangxiang's palms were sweating, and he opened his mouth and said, "It's the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, but..."

Her chin was lifted by Yu Xiao, and that scarred face looked at her expressionlessly: "Do you want to regret the marriage?"

"I, I..." The moment Lin Xiangxiang met Yu Xiao's eyes, her unspoken words and determination were replaced by fear, and her body trembled.

What is more terrifying than the scars on his face is the eyes of this person.It's like a bloodthirsty beast dormant in the abyss.

【Ha, so this girl is your fiancée, that's all, if it's yours, I don't have to do this. 】

This time Yin Menghe's laughter was heard by both of them.

Yu Xiao withdrew his hand, Lin Xiangxiang staggered a few steps back, put his trembling hand on the saber around his waist, and said in panic, "Who is it?!"

Yu Xiao didn't look at her any more. [Senior, let's do it. 】