Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

In the cold winter, Tongtian Peak has been restored, covered with ice and snow, with green bricks and black tiles, solemn and silent.

Shuiyue left Lu Xueqi to wait in the Yuqing Hall, and she entered the inner hall alone to watch.

Seal-colored walls, yellow glazed tiles, behind the screen, the bedroom hall is incensed, and the room is enveloped in a quiet and serene environment. Daoxuan, the real head of the sect, is lying on his side on the couch in front of the desk with a thin body, his eyes half-closed , drooping eyelashes.

Shui Yuejing looked at that face, and looked at it lightly, only to feel that it was just a dejected patient haunted by demons, and there was no trace of the true face of the head of the sect.

Qingyunmen was besieged by the demon sect, the casualties were not as heavy as imagined, but the pain left in the heart, the indelible shame, the betrayal of Cangsong, and the backlash of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, etc., one by one. Being together was enough for Daoxuan to suffer a heavy blow and his vitality was seriously injured.

"You're here." A pure and light voice, faintly revealing a deep indifference.

Daoxuan opened his eyes and sat up. He was dressed in a dark green robe, tied around his waist with a black ribbon, his black hair was hanging loose, his complexion was slightly pale, and his eyes were cold and deep. Reminiscent of a handsome young man in a study room who is serious and unsmiling.

For a long time, the seven branches of Qingyunmen, the first branch of Nagato and the second largest branch, Longshoufeng, have never had any differences, which is enough to show the deep friendship of the same clan in the eyes of each branch, but, in private, Daoxuan Daoxuan and the first person of Xiaozhufeng's water There is an unclear boundary between Master Yue and each other.

"In the past few months, senior brother has sent me several times to come over. Today I brought my apprentice Lu Xueqi here, what do you want to say?"

The air was filled with the bitter smell of medicinal herbs. In the past few months, Daoxuan had been recuperating, but the poisonous injury had gone, but the backlash of Zhu Xianjian could not be cured by medicinal food, so Shuiyue fortunately guessed something, and brought Then disciple Lu Xueqi came over.

Shuiyue Dao explained the purpose of coming, Daoxuan listened, but didn't say a word.

That day, because of his turmoil, the Sword of Immortal Execution almost killed Lu Xueqi when he swung it down. Afterwards, Shuiyue didn't mention anything, but there was some estrangement in his heart.

It's just that she didn't wait to see him anymore, and she still came to see him.

Daoxuan supported the sickly pale half of his face with one hand, looked at Shuiyue with dark eyes like ink, and suddenly said: "Junior Sister, come over here, come to my side."

Shuiyue pondered, her phoenix eyes glanced at Daoxuan slightly, the skirt under her feet moved slightly, she walked over slowly, stopped in front of the desk, and saw him stretch out his other hand and put it on the desk, She said: "Junior Sister, give me a pulse."

Shuiyue glanced at him again, gently raised her slender white hand from the sleeve in acquiescence, put it between her two fingers, and took his own pulse.

Shuiyue probed for a while, only to feel that the wrist was very cold, but his expression was calm and his breath was steady, a trace of thought loomed on her cold face: "Senior brother, I want to ask you a few words."

"You can ask." Daoxuan suddenly smiled and agreed.