Fire and theft prevention

When waking up in the morning, Mu Qingjia always felt that someone was by her side.

"...Awei?" He called vaguely.

The people around seemed startled, and quickly jumped out of the hut.After a night of heavy rain, the thatch on the hut slipped wet and happened to be poured into her collar, which made her let out a soft cry.

The voice was clearly that of a woman.

This time Mu Qingjia woke up completely, quickly flew to the bed, chased out of the house, and called: "Junior Sister, don't go!"

Shui Jingzhe's graceful figure flashed behind the osmanthus tree like a phantom, and turned her back.

Mu Qingjia saw her disappearing figure, and didn't know why her junior sister avoided her, so she pretended not to see her, and said with a smile: "Junior sister, I know it's you. Do you still want to play hide-and-seek with your senior brother when you grow up so old? But now senior brother has poor eyesight, so he can't win against you."

Shui Jingzhe knew that he was blind, but didn't know that he had spiritual eyes. Seeing his arms tentatively moving forward in the air, she felt sour.

Seeing that Mu Qingjia was about to get mixed up on a rock, she quietly landed beside him, her fingertips condensed with water, trying to move the rock away.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingjia turned to her and said with a smile, "Junior Sister."

Time has not left any traces on him, his smile is soft and warm, just like the past teenage years.Shui Jingzhe couldn't hold back after all, her eyes turned red, and she threw herself into his arms like before.

Mu Qingjia was pushed back half a step by her strength, and then stretched out her arms to hug her.

Before the meeting, he had already met the current junior sister from the rumors, the head of the Lingao sect, who made great achievements as a woman in the maze of immortals and demons. The leader of the Sword Cultivation Sect.

In the past, most sword cultivators were lonely, and the inheritance of sword techniques was scattered and unsystematic. Although there were many small masters, it was unprecedented for sword cultivators to establish sects and unite scattered sword cultivators.

But Shui Jingzhe did it.

She is an independent, courageous, vigorous and resolute leader, but she is also a late-stage venerable who is far away from the mundane world and stands aloof.

Mu Qingjia thought that there would be at least some strangeness and estrangement between them, but she never expected that the junior sister was still the girl from before.

Even when hugging, the force of hitting people is exactly the same.

"Eldest brother..." Shui Jingzhe choked up slightly, "You're finally back."

"I miss my junior sister so much, how can I not come back."

Mu Qingjia sighed indulgently, patted her back lightly, and touched her temples.The clouds on the temples are stacked like snails, fixed behind the head by a hosta, gentle yet capable.

Mu Qingjia suddenly recalled that when his junior sister couldn't tie her hair when she was young, he and Huo Wei did it for her.A pair of drooping hair, with a hair ring on each side, like a rabbit with drooping ears.

Each of the two brothers is in charge of one side of the hair. A pair of rabbit ears is always high on one side and low on the other; loose on one side and tight on the other.Fortunately, there were only a few masters and apprentices on Gaotu Mountain, so they were not laughed at by others.

The years of childhood are still vivid, and Mu Qingjia couldn't help saying with emotion: "Junior sister has learned to tie her own hair."

"It's such a small matter to tie your hair... Jingzhe is the head of the sect." Shui Jingzhe looked up at him, pouted, "Besides, I will tie my own hair when I'm old, my brother must have forgotten all about it!"

Mu Qingjia was stunned, then smiled and said: "I'm confused, my junior sister has grown up, but I, as a senior brother, am getting better and better."

He changed his mind and sighed again: "The senior brothers are not here these years, the junior sister must have suffered a lot."

"Where, it's nothing more than cultivation, fighting, and raising apprentices. Compared with the hardships of the two senior brothers, if I complain about hardships, then I really don't know the blessings in the blessing."

After saying that, she broke away from Mu Qingjia's embrace as if she realized something.

"What?" Mu Qingjia said.

"It will be delicious to hug the second senior brother again." Shui Jingzhe covered his lips and smiled lightly, then blinked.

Girls are always more sensitive to friendship.Mu Qingjia snorted, touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Where did Ah Wei go? Did Junior Sister see him?"

Shui Jingzhe said: "If he didn't come to look for senior brother, he should have gone to look for the spiritual root."

——It turned out to be like this.Thinking about it carefully, the younger brother did not promise him to come back to the residence, it was not the younger brother's fault that he was over-thinking and waiting all night in vain.

Shui Jingzhe's eyes slipped away, and he teased a little sourly, "Sure enough, the second senior brother cares most about the elder brother."

"As a younger brother and younger sister, I naturally treat everyone equally," Mu Qingjia felt a little embarrassed, "It's just that he..."

"Okay, I understand." Shui Jingzhe smiled gently.

At this moment, a white paper butterfly flew over from a distance, Shui Jingzhe seemed to feel something, raised his head to catch the butterfly, his complexion sank.

Her smile was as sweet as before, but when she dealt with business in the mountains and looked down coldly, she already had the tendency to not be angry and self-confident.

"What?" Mu Qingjia said.

"People from the Shui family are here." Shui Jingzhe withdrew his involuntary majesty, and smiled helplessly: "A group of arrogant villains always think that the Lingao faction belongs to the Shui family alone. One day, I will personally Clean them up."

When she talked about her family, she did not hide her hatred, Mu Qingjia was slightly taken aback, and then slowly remembered the grievances between her junior sister and her family.

"Eldest brother, maybe you can't remember." Shui Jingzhe lightly frowned at Emei, "I'm just a stepping stone to the Shui family."

About 70 years ago, the power of the Shui family had gradually declined. They didn't know where they heard that Venerable Jian had two disciples, and they wanted to make friends with Venerable Jian through the children of the family.

Therefore, they selected the most talented young boy in the collateral line of the family to go to Mount Gaotu in person.

That was Shui Jingzhe, who was just over two years old.

The baby girl was born with pure water aura, and could attract rain and mist to fall on her body when she cried.

That year when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, he brought his young daughter and the generous apprenticeship ceremony to wait a long time. However, when Venerable Sword passed by, he didn't even give them a look.

"The little girl is very talented, the same as the venerable, she is a pure water spirit root!" Patriarch Shuici once again bowed down in front of the venerable sword, "If the little girl worships under your sect, she will definitely inherit the mantle and shine in the way of swordsmanship."

"This deity does not accept disciples." Venerable Sword still didn't look at him.

Shui Ci anxiously looked at the girl in her arms, but saw that she was sticking out her tongue, tasting the snowflakes dancing in the air, her face flushed with joy.

"Show the Venerable your water aura!" Shui Ci urged, patting her.

But how can a two-year-old girl understand the meaning of his words?She just waved her fleshy hands to catch the snowflakes in the air.

Seeing that Venerable Sword was about to leave, Shui Ci was angry and anxious, and cursed: "Unworthy thing!"

A burning talisman hit the girl, burning away her clothes in an instant.The flame scalded her flesh, and the girl cried out in pain. Amidst the crying, snowflakes all over the sky merged into a whirlpool and fell on her body, extinguishing the fire of the talisman.

"Please look, my lord, at the age of only two years old, he can manipulate water aura to resist runes. The future is not promising..."

Shui Ci turned to Venerable Jian overjoyed, but he had already flown away.

"...the future is limitless." Shui Ci said dully.

The cry of the girl resounded through Mount Gaotu.

It was very windy and snowy that night.

Perhaps at the end of the road, Shuici still refused to give up after hitting a wall. Since then, she has been entangled at the foot of Gaotu Mountain every day, and she never gave up no matter how much the world of cultivating immortals ridiculed her.

In the snow-capped mountains, the girl had no food to eat, no clothes to cover her body, and was forced to cry every day, her voice became hoarse, and her voice became weaker every day.

Shuici firmly believed that Venerable Sword would not let uncut jade go to waste in front of his eyes. Furthermore, spreading the news that the girl was ruthlessly frozen to death would not be good for Venerable Jian's reputation, so he actually had the idea of ​​forcing the girl to die.

Until one day, two teenagers took advantage of the night to steal the girl, Shui Ci wanted to stop him, but a hurricane blew out from the mountain pass, and the snow mountain collapsed in the strong wind, so he had no choice but to give up in depression.

It was only later that he found out that the two young men were the apprentices of the Sword Master, so he was secretly delighted at the blessing in disguise.

This is how Shui Jingzhe became their junior sister.

"...During the Immortal Demon Tribulation, Shui Ci threatened my mother's life and forced me to go to Sanwei Mountain to fight against the Demon Lord." Shui Jingzhe said angrily, "After that, he made my nephew into me as a disciple, wanting to I will pass on the headship to my nephew to take over the Lingao faction."

"The Lingao faction was founded by my junior sister, so what does it have to do with them? We haven't seen each other for decades, and this old man is getting more and more insane." Mu Qingjia smiled, "It really makes people beat them up It's a pleasure."

"These mosquitoes have a keen sense of smell. They must have come here for the resurrection of senior brother." Shui Jingzhe said bitterly, "But I will never let them harass senior brother."

Mu Qingjia sighed, "I've caused you trouble again."

"Jing Zhe only wished that he could not always protect his senior brother." Shui Jingzhe said sadly.

She often wondered how to make the two senior brothers live a stable life and have more self-protection skills, so she gave Mu Qingjia the stored Lingyu, which contained various magic tools that she had collected over the years .

But this is not enough.

"Brother, do you still remember Tianyi Sword?" she said.

Tianyi Sword is Mu Qingjia's natal spirit sword, so he naturally knows it.It's just that after his rebirth, his natal spirit sword lost contact with him, probably because it had been destroyed in the Tribulation of Immortal Demons, so it disappeared.

Hearing his junior sister mention the sword suddenly, he said in surprise: "It's still here?"

At that time, the magic cultivation base invaded the mountain and caused the earthquake first, which caused the eyes of the formation and the magic circle to shift from their original positions, just like two gears that were difficult to mesh and could not exert their full power.

In order to reactivate the formation, Mu Qingjia used the blood as a guide to turn the Tianyi sword into a bridge between the water spirit formation and the formation's eyes, and finally expelled the magic cultivator, and Gaotushan saved the day.

"That's right." Shui Jingzhe nodded and said, "Jingzhe heard that the Spiritual Sword of Senior Senior Brother was not destroyed during the Immortal Demon Tribulation, but was sealed somewhere along with the mountain protection formation as a pivot."

Then she said apologetically, "Jing Zhe is now involved in trivial matters, so I can't accompany senior brother to find the sword, so I can only suggest that senior brother go to find Xing Ru to ask each other. The mountain god also knows a lot of old things in the mountain, and maybe he also knows about the second senior brother's spiritual root." clue."

"Xingru?" Mu Qingjia said, "How should I find him?"

"Senior brother had some friendship with Lord Mountain God, how can such a trivial matter be so rare for senior brother?" Shui Jingzhe smiled.

After saying that, she bowed to say goodbye, and Yu Jian flew away from here, heading towards the main peak.

After she left, Mu Qingjia said to himself: "I said I knew him well, but I almost don't remember anything."

He recalled only a few memories about Xing Ru, the paper kites he and his younger brother released when he was young, the osmanthus floating in the osmanthus forest, and the wind that saved his life under the cliff of life and death.

——The memories about Xingru are full of wind.

Wind, embodied in the five elements, is actually the flow and direction of spiritual energy.Although Mu Qingjia has no body sensation and cannot feel the existence of the wind, he can "see" the direction of the spiritual energy.

He calmly observed the change and flow of the colorful spiritual energy in the mountain, gradually determined the direction, and ran towards the source of the wind.

In Gaotu Mountain in early summer, the mountain is covered with lush and dense osmanthus leaves, and the osmanthus trees are still waiting for the autumn and their flowering period.

When the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom in autumn, it is the most beautiful season for the whole mountain.

Mu Qingjia's mother loved sweet-scented osmanthus the most during her lifetime, and Huo Wei also loved this small flower with a pleasant fragrance.Because of his mother and younger brother, Mu Qingjia also loves sweet-scented osmanthus very much. Every autumn, it is indispensable to collect sweet-scented osmanthus, make it with glutinous rice, and bury it under the soil.

Drink one altar in the coming year, and keep another altar for sacrifices, waiting for you to take it yourself.

If you are addicted to wine, you are also addicted to sweet-scented osmanthus.

It was probably because the sweet-scented osmanthus of Mount Gaotu was so fragrant that this fairy chose to stay here.

Mu Qingjia avoided the area where the disciples of Mount Gaotu were haunted, and while running through the forest, he was thinking about everything about Xingru.

When he was young, he was attracted by the mysterious and beautiful creature. At first he only dared to watch from a distance, but as he gradually became familiar with his temperament, he got closer and closer.

Until one day, when the giant deer fell in love with an osmanthus flower, but couldn't do anything, Mu Qingjia lightly climbed up to the deep osmanthus flower, and took off his favorite.

"Zhu Ziganer—!" A deep voice sounded.

The child didn't expect the giant deer to speak, and in shock, he dropped his hand and the flowers and branches fell to the ground.

The last human who dared to disturb Xuanru's food had already died under the antlers. He was furious, and when he was about to lift his hoof, he saw the child slowly getting up.

Regardless of the bruises on his knees, the child raised the intact osmanthus flower in his hand and handed it to Xuan Rubi with a smile.

"You eat." He smiled like Chunhui, "Jiaer is well protected, she hasn't touched the soil."

Maybe it was shocked by his boldness, maybe the sweet-scented osmanthus flower was too alluring, or maybe it was because Yin Ru remembered that he was the only disciple of the sword master—in short, the giant deer lowered his majestic antlers, took the child's hand, and The top sweet-scented osmanthus is rolled into the mouth.

The child smiled as sweetly as honey: "In the future, if Lulu wants to eat, just call me. I live in the side peak, with Master. My name is Mu Qingjia, how about you?"

"Yang Ru."

"I remember it." The child smiled, and couldn't hold back his love for animals, and touched his nose.

Xingru was startled, snorted in disgust, and sneezed and set off a strong wind, blowing the child high into the sky, flying half a mile away.

That was the first time they actually met.