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Even if she lost, she was just laughing at herself once, not a loss.

Xia Zheng didn't expect her to agree so easily, the corners of her mouth froze, but then she smiled again and grabbed the deed.

Anyway, he has noble people to help him, so with Xia Wuxin's ability, he will definitely not be able to win against him.

While speaking, he came to the front of Zhaoyao Mountain, and the scenery on the mountain was also imprinted in his eyes. There were many fairy palaces in the clouds and mist, colorful jade trees, endless, and many white jade eaves were faintly visible among the leaves.

A little fairy boy in red and green trousers stood in mid-air. After seeing Xia Wuxin and his party, he bowed obediently.

"Master is already waiting in the hall, everyone please come down with me." Xiao Xiantong said, turned around and walked away.

The owner of Zhaoyao Mountain is called Jiguang Shenjun. He is an immortal. Although his cultivation level is not very strong, he loves to collect magical artifacts. He has traveled all over the world and collected many rare objects that are rarely seen in the heavens. .

Xia Chunqiu and Jiguang Shenjun have been good friends for many years, so every three years they can bring a few disciples to climb Mount Zhaoyao, which can be regarded as the first advantage of being close to the water.

Xia Wuxin and the others followed the little fairy boy all the way into the largest white jade hall. As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they felt their ears and eyes clear. In the center of the hall stood a statue of a pure golden turtle, which kept spitting out billowing white mist.

"This is much more magnificent than Pingfengshan." Wei Yili, who was behind him, admired in a low voice, but was hit by Su Xieyue, and he didn't dare to speak.

In the main hall there is a pair of mahogany couches inlaid with gold, Xia Chunqiu is talking to a white-bearded and white-faced fairy.

Presumably this is True Monarch Ji Guang, Xia Wuxin thought.

"Master, the guests have arrived." Xiao Xiantong said in a childish voice.

Several people saluted together, and Xia Wuxin felt the gaze of Lord Ji Guang looking at her. She was puzzled, but she didn't avoid it, and looked up at him.

"Those two are your son? You really are a good-looking man." Ji Guang Shenjun touched his chin, looked away, and then said, "Over the years, I have also accepted several apprentices. Among them is a little fairy, who is about the same age as your son. .”

"The dog's incompetence made the god laugh." Xia Chunqiu sighed and shook his head.

The two old gods exchanged endless greetings, so they asked the little fairy boy to take them to the sleeping hall to resettle. Although there are many Langyuans in the Fairy Palace of Zhaoyao Mountain, most of them are used to store magical artifacts and treasures, so there is no place for people to rest. It's not big, just a small fairy palace standing on the top of the mountain.

Entering the door is a corridor bridge first, the water flow under the bridge is clear, and a few red carp swim by occasionally.

There were two people standing far away on the bridge, one of them was wearing white clothes, looking down at something, half of her black hair was tied up, and the rest flowed down her shoulders, she looked down the bridge, looking very seriously.

The other was a girl, her figure was outlined in a purple skirt, and a cluster of grape-like beads hung on her wrist, which seemed to be shining with stars.

She was talking about something, but her winking eyes were erratic like water waves, looking at her side from time to time.

"Senior Sister, the guests have arrived." Xiao Xiantong raised his voice and shouted, the girl turned her head when she heard the words, pursed her lips and walked down.

Her eyes are big and upturned, her chin is pointed, her lips are bright red, there is a dimple around her lips when she smiles, and there is a faint mole under her eyes, which makes her look a lot more agile.

Xia Zheng at the side saw it, and suddenly pushed Xia Wuxin away, his eyes rolled around the girl, and he couldn't help licking his lips, knowing that he had fallen in love with her beauty again.

Seeing this, Xia Wuxin felt sick to her stomach, so she suddenly stepped up and stood in front of him, completely blocking his view, and stepped on his toes by the way.

Xia Zheng gasped in pain, gasped, and was about to scold when the girl cut him off.

"My name is Chi Yao, and I'm the apprentice of the Lord of God. Come with me." Her voice was sweet, but not soft, with a hint of a needle hidden in the cotton.

She changed the subject suddenly, but suddenly softened her tone, with a smile on her lips: "Mr. Song, please too."

Song Yubai?Xia Wuxin looked over there, only felt that this figure was familiar just now, and only noticed now that he was getting closer.

Song Yubai didn't look at her, and didn't even look up at all. He just hummed lightly, then turned and walked in the direction Chi Yao pointed.

"A mortal, what are you doing here?" Xia Wuxin heard someone muttering dissatisfiedly behind her, and when she looked back, the person who spoke was a tall and big man who seemed to be named Liang Lu, who often mixed with Xia Zheng.

A group of people walked across the covered bridge and entered the house. Although it was a hot summer day, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the house, and it was very cool.

"There are not many rooms here, so I have to feel wronged that you two live together. Call me whenever you need it." After Chi Yao finished speaking, he smiled and said to Song Yubai: "Mr. Song, your residence is at the end of this side."

Before she left, she walked around Song Yubai for half a circle, her eyes rolled, and her purple skirt swayed gracefully at her feet.

Everyone was also tired, so they dispersed in twos and threes, and rested on their own. Su Xieyue gently held Xia Wuxin, and whispered in her ear: "You two should be careful when sleeping together, don't reveal your identity. Otherwise, you can go Live in a room with Wei Yili."

Xia Wuxin shook her head, her eyes curved, and she smiled slyly: "Senior sister, don't worry, I have my own place to live today."

"You're trying to be naughty again by saying that. This is someone else's residence, no trouble is allowed, do you hear me?" Su Xieyue tugged at her collar angrily.

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble!" Xia Wuxin stretched her neck and looked into the distance, then hurriedly said goodbye to Su Xieyue, and then strode across the corridor.

What happened that day has been stuffed in her heart, and she feels very uncomfortable if she doesn't get an answer. She didn't see Song Yubai in Pingfeng Mountain before, and now she doesn't have the little girl guarding the gate, which is a great opportunity.

There were no windows at the end of the corridor, and it was dark and quiet. Song Yubai was quite satisfied, so he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, a foot suddenly appeared from behind, firmly touching the door, and then a slender figure flashed past, and when he fixed his eyes again, one of them was already sitting on the imperial concubine's couch, he threw the burden aside, and yawned .

The man was wearing a long blue robe with a white silk sash around his waist. The outer garment was opened and slid down to the ground.

He has black hair and black eyes, but his face is shining white, a few messy hairs hang down from his forehead, and his eyes are full of tears due to yawning.

"Xia Wuxin?" Song Yubai's expressionless face finally loosened a little. She clenched the door frame tightly, her brows gradually furrowed, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Cai, haven't you heard that there are few rooms here, so two people need to share one room." Xia Wuxin pretended to be serious.

"Get out." Song Yubai was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he said coldly, opened the door, and turned sideways.

"The bed in this room is enough for two people to sleep on. The husband is not a girl, and he is particular about whether men and women can get along or not. It doesn't matter if I sleep for one night." Seeing Song Yuebai chase her away, Xia Wuxin simply acted foolishly and lay on the bed The imperial concubine couldn't get up on the couch.

"You're presumptuous!" Song Yubai had anger in her eyes, and she held back her breath, "If you don't get out, I'll ask someone to carry it."

After finishing speaking, she turned around, raised her legs and walked out of the door. Seeing this, Xia Wuxin jumped up quickly, and dodged to block the door. Song Yubai almost bumped into her, and hurriedly stepped back, holding onto a corner of the screen.

Rao was as indifferent as Song Yubai, but his cheeks were flushed with anger.

Xia Wuxin just wanted to find out who the person in the dream was, and didn't really want to anger Song Yubai, so she rolled her eyes, and suddenly lowered the corners of her eyes, with an aggrieved expression.

"Sir, I really have nowhere to sleep. The senior sister is a woman and cannot live with me. I can't find Wei Yili. Xia Zheng and the others still hate me openly and secretly. If I live with them, even if I don't know it on the surface." If you are bullied, you will definitely be plotted against at night."

Her eyelashes are slender, and her eyes are so drooping, which is really pitiful.

Although Song Yubai was still angry, he didn't speak again.

Seeing this, Xia Wuxin hurriedly continued her efforts, squeezed her eyes hard, trying to squeeze out the tears that she yawned just now: "Dharma artifacts are extremely important to cultivators, if I have no place to sleep today, what if I can't find magic artifacts tomorrow?" Is good."

"My father doesn't like me at all, and he treats me very severely. If he can't even get a magic weapon, he will definitely be severely punished by him."

Xia Wuxin bit her lips tightly, trying to make herself look helpless.

"Stop pretending." Song Yubai finished listening calmly.

"A stubborn person like you, will you still be bullied?" Song Yubai glanced at her, turned around, bent down, hooked the package on the ground with his slender fingers, and put it on the table.

Having said that, she still didn't drive her out, but silently walked to the side of the bed, smoothed her robe and sat down.

Seeing this, Xia Wuxin was overjoyed, so she closed the door briskly.

Song Yubai is really just superficially indifferent, she thought to herself.

"Only for this night, don't step in again, or don't blame me for being rude." Song Yubai said.

"That's natural, just one night!" Xia Wuxin grinned and stepped forward, but was stopped by Song Yubai again.

"I said before that I don't like to be in contact with people. You are only allowed to lie on the imperial concubine's couch. If you overdo it in the slightest, get out." Song Yubai said coldly.

She didn't want to look at Xia Wuxin again, so she reached for the teacup on the side, took a sip of the tea, and let out a breath.

How could there be such a person in the world, she frowned, rubbing her fingertips on the edge of the teacup.

"The imperial concubine chair is the imperial concubine chair." Xia Wuxin said to herself, and sat down slowly, but her eyes couldn't help looking at Song Yubai, outlining her face in detail, looking for traces of resemblance to the person in the dream.

The room quickly became quiet. Song Yubai took another book, leaned on the bedside and flipped through it, drinking tea without saying a word.

After a while, Xia Wuxin felt bored, so she simply sat down cross-legged and breathed out her inner breath. For tomorrow's magic weapon, it is also good to sharpen the knife before the battle.

After an unknown period of time, the sky gradually darkened, and Xia Wuxin had dredged all the tendons, and when she opened her eyes again, she suddenly felt that her ears and eyes were clear.

After her body was clean, she suddenly felt that her body was very sticky. She had just been on the road under the sun and shed a lot of sweat, and now the discomfort is more obvious.

She touched her arm in distaste, thinking about fetching water for a bath, she got up and went to bed, and when she was about to go out, she suddenly had a thought.

The male disciples in the mountains often bathe together in the river, although Xia Wuxin always avoids it on purpose, but she knows that this is very common for men who are also men.

She looked back at Song Yubai, only to see that she was still in the same posture just now, and the hot tea in her hand was already cold, but she was still reading a book.

"Sir, the weather is hot, why don't I fetch some water and take a bath together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yubai's hands shook and he spilled half a cup of herbal tea.