Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

Under the long outline of the Yuqing Palace, the high and low buildings are covered with layers of snow. On the eaves of the palace, the crystal ice sculptures reflect an extraordinarily bright light.

The snowflakes flying all over the sky slowly ushered in a white-clothed young man. He hesitated for a while with his thin face as if he was worried, and finally stepped into the front of the hall. He stared blankly at Lu Xueqi, the young junior sister of Xiaozhu Peak, who was absolutely beautiful.

Lu Xueqi stood quietly under the eaves of the lobby window, watching him walk in through the thick snow.

Lin Jingyu didn't know when she was standing there, and seeing her silently looking at him, her eyes were cold and indifferent, but they were a bit brighter than the white snow outside the temple.

Lin Jingyu paused, because in the past few months, the betrayal of the first Cangsong on Longshou Peak caused all the disciples under his sect to suffer a heavy blow. Lin Jingyu has been unwilling to believe it, and has been struggling in his heart. In the end, in pain, he had to Accept this fact.

This time, he came to Tongtian Peak to seek to see Daoxuan, the head of the sect. He had made many determinations, but he never thought that he would meet Lu Xueqi first, who was silently worshiped by many brothers and sisters, and dared to risk her life in front of the main hall. Guaranteed Zhang Xiaofan, dared to turn the tide when the evil cultists attacked Qingyunmen, and killed all directions, even when the sword of Zhuxian fell, he was not afraid, and calmed down that killing like death like home, with a peerless style.

In the eyes and hearts of everyone in Qingyunmen, the huge impact brought about by the fight between good and evil deeply caused the heavily injured Qingyunmen to leave deep wounds in their hearts, but because of her, they had new wounds. Yearn for.

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment, walked over, and said to her, "Longshou Peak disciple Lin Jingyu sends his greetings to Junior Sister Lu."

Lu Xueqi: "..."

If memory serves me correctly, Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan entered Qingyun Sect together.

After Lin Jingyu finished speaking, seeing that Lu Xueqi still had no expression on her face, she didn't reply to him.

Lin Jingyu then turned around and walked to the side and stood silently, he could see that she was waiting, and so was he.

At this time, in Houguan's dormitory, Shuiyue was talking to Daoxuan.

"Senior brother, all your wounds have healed." Shuiyue is not sure why Daoxuan asked her to check his pulse. If he uses this to convince her that he is fine and he has recovered as before, let her relay or even comfort the pulse. If she is from the same door, she will listen to what he said.

Daoxuan leaned back, looked at the far side from her side, his eyes gradually deepened, and when he spoke to her, he couldn't help sighing a little more, because, all the masters of Qingyun knew that the Zhuxian Sword Spirit would Backlash, and back then, he had personally participated in the killing of his master Tian Chengzi who had fallen into a demon. Thinking of this, his shoulders trembled and his heart tightened violently.

But for the sake of his master and the common people in the world, he had no choice but to use the Zhuxian Sword.

Shuiyue saw that there was a sudden look of pain on his face, so she couldn't help sending a wave of true energy into his body while feeling his pulse.

Daoxuan came back to his senses, slowly withdrew his hand, his sleeve robe fell to the side, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister, if one day I am attacked by the Zhuxian Sword again, you can kill me."

Shuiyue's heart tightened suddenly, her whole body trembled, she looked at Daoxuan in disbelief for a long time, then shook her head: "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense!"

Daoxuan smiled cruelly: "Cangsong hates me, don't you too?"

Shuiyue's face was ugly, but she still shook her head: "Brother, I don't hate you."

She never hated anyone, she didn't hate anyone, she just fell in love with someone, couldn't let go, and became a permanent obsession.