Alternative Redemption [Quick Transmigration]

"Ah Yue, Ah Yue?"

Qin Siyi, who was beside her, noticed something wrong with her face at a glance, and naturally listened to the uproarious news from these sects.At this time, he called out to Sang Yue in a low voice, and just about to step forward to support her, he saw that the girl was already running towards Yinxue Peak anxiously.

Perhaps it was because she was so overwhelmed and shocked that she was unsteady on her feet, staggered suddenly, and almost fell off.

Qin Siyi slowly retracted her fingertips, frowned and sighed softly.

Master.

Master.

...Sang Yungui.

Sang Yue didn't have time to care about the strange gazes cast along the way and the small whispers behind her. She flew in front of the entrance of the secret realm, and she didn't even have the heart to think about the leader she had worked so hard to get women to please and reward.

She didn't believe those absurd remarks that compared her master to an infatuated woman, and she didn't believe that the person who was hugging her and talking shyly about half a month ago had changed his mind at this moment.

The blood all over her body seemed to have been frozen for a long time, and her hands and feet were so cold that only one heart still had hope and warmth.

However, just when she finally reached the top of Yinxue Peak, broke into the gate of the main house and saw the person she was missing all the time, the last warmth was taken away from her chest, telling her to die Fixed at the door, unable to take a step forward.

There are already two people sitting on the table in the room.

A handsome male cultivator whom he had never seen before.

The other is Sang Yungui.

People who have always dressed soberly and don't like makeup seem to have put a lot of thought into wearing their hair today.

Sang Yue's eyes fixed on her body, stroking across her different cheeks, and finally unknowingly landed on the pearl hairpin in her bun.

Among them was not the phoenix hairpin she gave her.

And the little affection in the woman's brows and eyes has already turned into a sharp knife and pierced her chest, gouging out the flesh alive in that heart.

"Yueer."

As if he had just noticed her coming, Sang Yungui, who was wearing a fiery red dress, finally averted his eyes from the man opposite him.

However, she frowned dissatisfied, and gently put down the cup she was holding with her fingertips: "What are you doing in a daze, I've met Patriarch He soon."

[Yueer!Yueer! 】

[Stay away from her!Yueer! 】

Sang Yue stared blankly at her, forgetting how to react for a while.

It wasn't until the man whose back was turned to her turned his head slightly and looked at it with interest, that she woke up like a dream, and the fingertips in her sleeves were shivering from the cold.The voice in the throat was twisted and unable to utter, and he could only resist the stiffness and pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a respectful and polite smile, and bowed slightly to salute.

Sang Yue lowered her eyes, bit the tip of her tongue hard, and finally held back the tears that almost fell from her sore eyes.

"...Sang Yue, I met Patriarch He."

It's just that the voice is a bit astringent, and the woman who has already fallen in love and only has a man's figure in her eyes will naturally not pay attention.

As for He Shuhuai, he heard something, but he turned his gaze between the two of them thoughtfully, and the smile in his pupils deepened.As if he thought it was very interesting, he got up and helped the girl who was still bowing her head and saluting: "There is no need to be too polite."

The girl took a step back subconsciously when he stretched out his hand, and she was not half as thoughtful as before.

And this time, the one who spoke first was the master who had loved her so much since she was a child, and who had only expressed his affection to each other not long ago.

As if seeing something unbearable and irritating, the woman's eyes froze, and she looked at Sang Yue with some disgust, layers of frost and snow formed around her eyebrows: "I taught you to be so unruly?"

"Get back!"

Get back?

Where are you going?

Sang Yue was so grown up, it was the first time she was reprimanded by Sang Yungui in front of an outsider, and the pain she had endured just now surged up all at once, making her eyes blush.

After all, she had some self-esteem, and immediately stopped saying a word, she just pursed her lips and quickly saluted again, then walked outside without looking back, unwilling to show weakness in front of these two people.

The door of the room behind her was slammed shut, crushing the beauty she had fantasized about day and night, and even the hope she had kept in her heart when she rushed back all the way, all of which were crushed into pieces, and were swept away by the cold wind at the top of the mountain in an instant. Float down.

Sang Yue didn't ask any more questions.

She has been listening to the woman sending He Shuhuai down Yinxue Peak courteously in the side room, and she has never asked Sang Yungui the funny and boring question now, but just sat quietly by the window in the room By the side, let the wind blowing outside from time to time dry her cheeks and skirts together.

Sang Yue's popularity in Lingyun Sect is so good, which is also inseparable from her knowledge.

It's like she never took the initiative to step into the main house since she came back, and it's like she never confides a word to the woman about her love in her heart.

The school still went to the school as usual, and the disciples who usually came to talk to her had also heard about the scandalous affairs of the master of Yinxue Peak. At this time, they saw that her face was extremely pale, and her expression was full of thin and forced smiles. She didn't mind, so she returned to her futon silently, and didn't bother her anymore.

As a result, apart from Qin Siyi, who has always been by his side, Sang Yue's side was surprisingly empty.

"Are you okay?"

After a class was over, Qin Siyi frowned tightly, leaned up to stare at her worriedly, reached out to hold Sang Yue's fingertips, but encountered a coldness.

She exclaimed in a low voice: "Why is it so cold?!"

cold?

Sang Yue shook her head in a dazed and bewildered manner, only smiled lightly, and there was no light in her apricot eyes.

"not cold."

not cold.

Just woke up from the dream.

She still frowned, but her expression was more like crying, as if she would shed tears in the next moment, it made people's hearts twitch violently, and Qin Siyi's nose was sore, but she didn't know where to comfort her, so she could only hold back Clutching her icy cold fingertips, trying to transfer some of her warmth.

The news that the master of Yinxue Peak was obsessed with Patriarch He became more and more widespread.

How could those absurd and incomprehensible behaviors be done by the always proud and gentle Peak Master Sang?

Everyone can only attribute everything to the power of love.

It's really embarrassing.

Sang Yue is not a saint, and she can't stand by and watch the person she admires make fun of with others and remain indifferent.

She avoided Sang Yungui intentionally or unintentionally, and even if they met each other on weekdays, they mostly just listened to the reprimand from the woman with lowered eyes.

It seems that since He Shuhuai appeared, no matter what she did or didn't do, in Sang Yungui's eyes, it was all wrong.

From the grievance and panic at the beginning, to the calm and numbness now.

But only a few days passed.

Who doesn't know the difference between Yin Xuefeng's master and apprentice?

But no matter what, Sang Yungui is Sang Yue's master, even if it is a normal day's beating and scolding, it is not the turn of others to comment.

Everyone knows that Sang Yungui once loved and raised Sang Yue with his own hands. For more than [-] years, it can be said that he wants the stars and not the moon. Naturally, he doesn't think that she is too much and can hold herself in the palm of her hand. What is it like.

Until that day when the Lingyun Sect was entertaining the guests, when everyone was pushing cups and changing glasses, and they were enjoying themselves on the surface, the woman who had been concentrating on chatting with Master He suddenly looked at the disciples' seat, and said coldly:

"Yue'er, I heard that you have improved in your cultivation recently, why don't you come and sing a sword dance to cheer up the seniors."

【presumptuous!How dare! 】

Snapped.

Accompanied by Qin Siyi, the girl who deliberately avoided Sang Yungui's seat suddenly tightened her fingertips, and the wine glass in her hand shattered into pieces.

The wine slipped from the palm of his hand, mixed with the blood droplets that were split and spilled from the porcelain, and smashed on the table and robe together.

The smile that remained on the corner of her lips froze like that, and she raised her eyes in disbelief to look at the woman sitting upright in the upper seat.

At this time, the silk and bamboo in the hall were all in order, and the laughter and chatter of everyone stopped for a moment.

So ordering Sang Yue to dance swords on stage to add to the fun, is he really comparing his disciples to those dancing girls who have just stepped back?

Qin Siyi finally couldn't hold it back, took a deep breath, suppressed his annoyance, stood up respectfully and bowed deeply to Sang Yungui: "Master Wangfeng forgive me, Ah Yue is not feeling well these days, if you come to the stage , I'm afraid it will disappoint the seniors."

She knew what the occasion was, so she laughed along with her, hoping that the Peak Master Sang would also save face and not let others watch the excitement.

However, this little wish was destined not to come true. The woman who was sitting at the table frowned slightly, looked at them coldly, and said contemptuously, "I'm not feeling well, just go back and get treated. If you don't want me to disappoint you, then I'm going to wrong Yue'er to perform a dance on stage."

She condescendingly looked down at the girl with her head down and couldn't see her expression clearly, and asked slowly: "Could it be that Yue'er is unwilling?"

Who would? !

Qin Siyi was depressed, and he was not good at hiding his temperament. At this moment, his face darkened, and he wanted to say something to refute, but the girl who was silent for a long time held her hand.

Sang Yue got up expressionlessly, and bowed to the woman, but her eyes never fell on her again, she just stared at the lines on the desk in front of her, and then exerted some strength to draw the side for herself. The buddy in his early years pressed down.

"Master's order, don't dare to violate it."

All the eyes from all around were cast on her body like thin needles at this moment.

The girl couldn't tell how much worry and intolerance there was, how much gloating and ridicule there was.

Her mind has been blank since she didn't know when it started, like a puppet being held up by strings, numbly posing, amidst the sound of music and under the scorching gaze of everyone, she let herself be entertained like a lowly dancer .

When the long sword was sheathed, his fingertips were hanging down the long sleeves, trembling uncontrollably.

The blood in her chest was cold for a long time, but suddenly surged when she stepped off the stage, a fishy and sweet feeling rushed into her throat, only to be swallowed by her tightly pursed lips.The rest of the oddities were all hidden under the long sleeves she raised, so they couldn't be seen any more.

The voice next to her ear was a little far away, so she couldn't hear it clearly.

He only knew that he was helped by Qin Siyi when he was leaving the table, and he suddenly came back to his senses.The stiff and straight back suddenly loosened, the legs and feet were already cold and numb, and a fishy sweet smell overflowed between the lips and teeth, and Sang Yue trembled her fingertips and took a full cup in front of Qin Siyi. The drink was suppressed.

"...Are you okay?"

Qin Siyi's extremely light sigh floated into his ears.

Only now did Sang Yue hear her more clearly, and instead of looking at her, she just shook her head slightly in a daze.

"fine."

She seemed to have forgotten a lot of things for a while, and there was no room for so many thoughts in her mind.He actually showed a decent and gentle smile as usual, turned sideways, and softly asked the handyman behind the table for another wine glass.The little disciple's movements were swift, but the look in his eyes that looked at her made her confused at the moment, and the girl didn't care too much, she still bowed her lips and nodded her thanks.

"Is it really all right?"

"nature."

The friends next to her kept asking questions, making Sang Yue a little helpless.

She glanced at Qin Siyi, and took the initiative to fill up the wine for the two of them: "Didn't you always say you want to drink? At this moment, Master Su can't take care of you, why don't you hurry up and drink more?"

Qin Siyi frowned and looked at her carefully for a long time, then suddenly grabbed the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Extremely true, Ah Yue is still smart."

She also bent her eyes, and laughed with Sang Yue as usual, and didn't say anything else, as if nothing had happened.

Not only that, when Qin Siyi saw that the girl was bored, she poured wine eagerly for Sang Yue, as if she was not drunk and would not return.

"It's hard to get a chance to drink freely, Ah Yue can be careful not to lose to me."

What responded to her was the first time in the past few days that her friend raised her brows with enthusiasm: "It's natural."

The wine glasses touched lightly, and the wine swayed and waved.

Drinking it in one sip can really make people forget all their troubles.

Before, they had never had the opportunity to learn how to drink and fight wine according to the appearance in the script, and now they finally got a small wish.

After all, Qin Siyi's master is busy chatting with all the great masters, and Sang Yue's...has already ignored her, and only wished that she would die drunk and not show up in front of her sweetheart.

The girl lay on the table, feeling a little dizzy and slowed down, thinking silently in her heart, she really thought it was funny, so she bent the corners of her lips, almost laughing out tears.

Really drank too much.

The two girls staggered up the small mountain road with each other supporting each other. Before they reached the intersection, they felt extremely strenuous and almost fell down several times on the way.

After finally climbing up, it was time to say goodbye again.

Qin Siyi squinted his eyes drunkenly on Sang Yue's shoulder, stretched out his hands to hug and hug him heavily, and muttered inarticulately: "We will be able to break through the Nascent Soul soon. Assign us an independent mountain, you can simply live with me, and save the trouble of saying goodbye every day."

Sang Yue's feet were soft at first, and she was even more unsteady when she hugged her. After listening to what she said with her head drooped, she couldn't help laughing: "That's a good relationship. We will drink together every day in the future, and we will do a A big wine pool, full of wine, keep it for bathing."

Qin Siyi was stunned, and then laughed.

One didn't pay attention, and both of them fell down.

"Good idea great idea!"

Until he left, Qin Siyi murmured these words repeatedly, telling Sang Yue over and over again not to forget.

"I won't forget."

Sang Yue smiled and saw her staggering away, then turned around slowly, shook her head, and walked towards the peak.

The night wind didn't wake her up, on the contrary, it made her feel drowsy, and she didn't know what day or night it was.

So what she opened the door tonight and walked into was not the side room, but the main room where she had slept for more than thirty years.

"Who let you in?"

It was another woman's impatient scolding that rushed towards her.

Sang Yue has also gotten used to listening to it in the past few days, so she just stood quietly, her eyes fell on Sang Yungui's face, carefully measuring every inch of her face.

Same, but not quite the same.

She thought in a daze.

The woman seemed to have just finished taking a shower, her hair was still a little wet, so it was draped over her shoulders.

The girl looked at it, and there was too much to say in her chest, she couldn't say it for a while, so she just asked her in a low voice: "May I dry your hair for you?"

There was some imperceptible flattery and expectation in her tone, her apricot eyes were bright, and if it wasn't for the blush on her face after drunkenness, she wouldn't be able to see anything abnormal.

Little Shenzhu, whom Dafenghuang had always loved, stayed in place like a cautious child who was afraid of doing something wrong, just to please her a little closer.

All the little divine pearls were just held out by Sang Yungui.

As long as Sang Yungui is gone and she is thrown on the ground casually, she will be nothing more than a broken pearl.

The woman did not refuse today, perhaps because of her flattering appearance that made him feel happy, so he silently agreed to her request and allowed her to dry her hair.

The girl's eyes became brighter, she hurried forward a few steps, bent her eyes and got close to the woman again.

She is very knowledgeable, even if she is very drunk, she should know that the present is different from the past, and women don't want to hear her say a word.

So Sang Yue just lowered her eyes, sniffing the familiar scent of Sang Yungui greedily, and took out the brocade cloth to wipe her hair without saying a word.

Originally, a trick would have solved the matter immediately, but she was dragging her down for nearly 10 minutes.

The room was extremely quiet, only the woman's breath wafted into the tip of her nose, blurring her senses a little bit.

At this time, the girl was dizzy, as if the sense of wit had suddenly disappeared, she opened her mouth abruptly to break the silence of the room.

She was unwilling to ask in a low voice: "Do you like that He Shuhuai that much?"

Without waiting for the woman to react, Sang Yue continued on her own: "I went to listen to his story. He is lustful, licentious, incompetent and mediocre, and his confidante is all over the world. Such a person..."

Snapped!

Before she could finish her words, a sudden slap fell on her cheek, knocking the unsuspecting drunk girl to the side of the head, staggered twice, and nearly fell down again.

[Yueer! 】

Sang Yue was stunned, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover the place where she had just been beaten. She looked at the woman in a daze, her lips were parted, and the water drops from the corners of her eyes fell down first.

She must have been stunned, she just felt buzzing in her ears.This palm used a lot of strength, without any restraint, just touched the fingertips, and felt a sharp pain in the heart.

The woman's gaze was so cold that it gave her a pause in her heart. Sang Yue was sober at this moment, her face was burning with pain, but her whole body seemed to have rolled in an ice pool, and she almost trembled from the cold.

She didn't hear what the woman said before, but only heard the last sentence of scolding.

"Go outside and kneel!"

It can be regarded as the first time in decades that he was punished to kneel.

Something novel.

Sang Yue thought silently, her face was wet and cold, and new hot water droplets kept slipping down.

She obediently walked to the door, and was about to kneel outside.

But the breath that has been raised for many years is held there, and it is really uncomfortable.

It is simply that the drunkenness is still not over at this time, and since he is drunk, he is not afraid of saying one more sentence.

The girl clutched the door frame, smiled and asked Sang Yungui the last sentence of the day.

"You like him, so what am I?"

What responded to her was a burst of impatient spiritual power, which simply and ruthlessly swept the girl out of the door.

Then came another snort from the woman.

"Of course you don't count for anything."

nothing?

She struggled to support herself, and couldn't help laughing lowly after hearing the words, her throat was astringent, her lips parted slightly, and all the fishy sweetness that she had been holding back for a long time came out, no matter how she raised her hand to cover it. He couldn't stop the blood from dripping down.

After a long while, the bleeding stopped, and the wind outside also blows away the remaining smell of alcohol in her.

The girl straightened her back, propped herself up on the ground and changed the direction for herself so as to kneel, she didn't care about the messy hair and the dirt and blood all over her body at the moment.

Of course I don't count anything.

She pondered these words in her heart like a bewilderment, and slowly convinced herself.

The apricot pupils were dim, the eyelids trembled and drooped slightly, and finally some hidden water turned into teardrops and rolled down.

Of course, nothing counts.

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Hey guys, where's my comment?

Fan Yue: Still not sober enough, it needs to be cut more.

At this time, Sang Yungui has been controlled by the consciousness of the heavenly way, and the words in the square brackets seem to be the third person, which is her own struggling consciousness.