Mrs. Fox is too serious!

The Fire Mouse clothes given by Mu Chang are really comfortable. Not only can they not be burned or scratched by the fierce fire, but they are also very comfortable. It is a bit more comfortable than the best fabrics, but the colors are too bright and eye-catching. .

He didn't wear any lining underneath, so he always felt a bit chilly. Jiang Xundao carefully pulled his neckline, and sat cross-legged on the stone.

Mu Chang, who learned of Jiang Xundao's life experience, was not very surprised, but asked with a little doubt: "So, you are the reincarnation of Tianlong?"

"You can put it that way." Jiang Xundao nodded with his hands in his hands. In fact, this matter sounds quite majestic.

Mu Chang looked at Jiang Xundao, who was constantly groping around because he was not used to it, and frowned: "Then you said that Bai Long, your previous life, was the murderer who killed Junior Brother Liu?"

Jiang Xundao nodded: "My master gave me my magic weapon. After she recognized the master with a drop of blood, she is the only one who can control this sword like me."

Even if Bai Taki was really the murderer, Mu Chang didn't dare to tell others the truth. After all, the exposure of Bai Taki's identity meant that Jiang Xundao's identity was exposed.

Mu Chang pursed his lips and pondered for a while, then sighed softly and said: "Bai Long's identity and your identity must not be known to others. Do you know how precious the dragon ball in your body is? I can see, I am afraid that you will become a target of public criticism, and the entire cultivation world will covet your Dragon Ball."

Jiang Xundao said with a sneer, "It's not as scary as Senior Sister Mu said."

Mu Chang looked at Jiang Xundao meaningfully, and said softly, "Never underestimate people's greed."

Jiang Xundao pondered for a while with downcast eyes, and then asked anxiously: "If Bai Long's identity cannot be revealed, then how can I prove my innocence, Senior Sister Mu, now all of you in Qingyun Palace think that I killed Senior Brother Liu. If I can't get rid of my grievances, then don't I have to stay here for the rest of my life, roasting forever?"

Seeing that Jiang Xundao kept grabbing the collar while he was talking, Mu Chang simply walked to her side, bent down to help her straighten the messed up neckline, and inadvertently rubbed Jiang Xundao with his cool fingertips. Fair and slender neck: "Now there is only one way to get you out of trouble,"

"What way?" Jiang Xundao narrowed his eyes slightly and was a little distracted. The place touched by Mu Chang was cool and comfortable.

"Tell Uncle Liu and the elders about Qu Shang, and divert their attention. Although we do not have evidence, this matter is of great importance. Uncle Liu will definitely send people to Penglai Island to investigate. As long as they find out If Penglai Island is different, we can be sure that what you said is not a lie."

This method sounds good. It can not only prove that Jiang Xundao did not lie to remove the suspicion, but also expose the fact that Qu Shangjiu occupied the magpie's nest. Maybe it can also find out the relationship between Qu Shang and the demon cult monster. , and what exactly is she planning.

Jiang Xundao's neck was so hot that it was hot. After Mu Chang adjusted her collar, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Jiang Xundao suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, and his hot palm was pressed against the cool skin. .

Mu Chang was taken aback, she lowered her eyes and bit her lips lightly, but she didn't break free and pulled her hand back.

Jiang Xundao stretched her neck. She suddenly felt very thirsty. After swallowing, she looked at Mu Chang's hand in a daze. Mu Chang's skin was cool and comfortable. She slowly pressed her face against it. He murmured, "Senior Sister Mu, you are so cold."

Jiang Xundao's behavior was really weird. Mu Chang was taken aback, and looked at Jiang Xundao who was squinting and obediently rubbing against her hand with some surprise.

Her pitch-black pupils seemed to change slightly under the firelight, and a golden line slowly appeared in her pupils.

Mu Chang didn't notice the strangeness in her eyes, but she rubbed her forehead with her fingertips worriedly. Maybe it was burned by the fire. Jiang Xundao's forehead was hot, and he was clearly awake just now. Now it looks like a person who is suddenly drunk, and his consciousness is a little dull.

"Xundao, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Chang approached her softly, then stretched out his other hand, and gently rubbed her furry head.

"I am hot."

Jiang Xundao replied sullenly, the golden vertical line in her eyes became darker and darker, and as Mu Chang approached, the pleasant fragrance of her body floated into Jiang Xundao's nose Here, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed, then suddenly stretched out her hand, put her arms around Mu Chang's waist, buried her head in her lower abdomen, and murmured incessantly: "I'm so hot, I'm so hot." It's hot, Senior Sister Mu."

There was a faint blush on the fair face, Mu Chang bit his lip, a mist appeared in the dark and deep eyes, and there was a little bit of shyness in his tenderness. .

While gently rubbing Jiang Xundao's head buried in her abdomen, she coaxed her softly, "When Master Liu and I tell Master Qu Sect Master about it, we will ask for orders to let you out first, and you have to be patient for a while." , how are you?"

Mu Chang's voice was unprecedentedly gentle and pampering, and the trembling tone of the sentence made it easy for people to hear that she was special to Jiang Xundao.

Jiang Xundao was a little dizzy, as if drunk or caught a cold, and just wanted to get close to the cool body beside her. When she closed her eyes, she felt that there was a light in front of her eyes, very close and bright, but she seemed to be unable to touch it.

"Senior Sister." Qing Ling leaned against the huge black stone door, looked coldly at the two very close people not far away, gritted her fangs, and called out with a smile.

Qingling's sudden appearance broke the silence between the two of them. Mu Shang trembled slightly, and after a little hesitation, he pushed Jiang Xundao away. Jiang Xundao was still in a daze with his hair down, not knowing Thinking about something.

Mu Shang took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, stuffed it into Jiang Xundao's hand, and whispered, "I will come and take you away soon."

"En." Jiang Xundao clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand and nodded vigorously.

Seeing that she agreed, Mu Chang hesitated to speak, but Qing Ling's gaze behind her was fixed on her back, and she couldn't say anything more, so she turned and left.

Along the way, Qing Ling silently followed behind Mu Chang, raising her head to look at Mu Chang's back from time to time, slowly tightening and releasing her hands hidden under her sleeves.

Seeing that he was about to reach the Taiji field after crossing the path paved with gravel, Qingling broke the calm: "It seems that Senior Sister treats Miss Jiang really unusually."

After pretending to be obedient for several days, Qing Ling finally couldn't help but sarcastically mocked Mu Chang again.

Mu Shang stopped in her tracks, turned her head slowly, her fair and beautiful face had a cold and calm expression, unexpectedly she was not as displeased as before, but calmly said: "Didn't you already know?"

Qingling was stunned, and she laughed dumbly: "I didn't expect my senior sister to admit it so readily this time." After she finished speaking, she looked at Mu Shang's cold and arrogant face, and a sense of unwillingness surged in her heart.

In front of Jiang Xundao, she was gentle and pampered, but when she turned around to face her, she always had such a cold look. It was obvious that she was her fellow apprentice and the person she had known since childhood. However, his affection couldn't match Jiang Xundao who came out halfway.

Qingling lowered her head, her voice suddenly became low, she asked unwillingly: "Why?"

Mu Chang looked at her dark and deep eyes with clarity: "There is no reason."

Qingling laughed in a low voice, she lowered her head, her voice tinged with laughter but with a trace of coldness: "It's really ridiculous that a person who pretends to be stupid can win the favor of senior sister."

"Qingling, you make me wonder what you want to do."

Mu Chang's words crashed into Qing Ling's heart, and she froze in place, a little dazed, until Mu Chang left her and left, she might not have recovered for a long time.

"Can't figure it out...?" She lowered her eyes.

Ever since Qingling could remember, her mother had locked her up in the stone room on the back mountain of the purple bamboo forest. That cold and damp place was filled with ancient books, celestial herbs and elixir. It seemed to have everything, but there was no warm place.

Mother said that she was weak and sick and needed to recuperate quietly, so she didn't allow anyone to disturb her.

When I was a child, my mother came to see her almost every night, feeding her medicine, telling her stories, and putting her to sleep.Later, when she grew up a bit, mother came less often, and she was bored, so she read the ancient books that mother kept in the stone room every day, and those ancient books were taken out by mother from the bookstore of Qingyun Palace.

When she grew up a bit, her health improved a lot, and she was able to visit the stone room occasionally.

The senior sisters in Zizhu Peak are very strange to her. They know that the master has a daughter who is not in good health, and they also know the existence of this little junior sister, but they never dare to speak to her. Even if they see her, they just watch her from a distance In a blink of an eye, he left quickly.

In their eyes, Qing Ling was pale and gloomy, even if she was half a child, her whole body exuded the coldness that strangers should not get close to.

Qingling has been very interested in living things since she was a child. When she was very young, she would catch the frogs and crickets that escaped into the stone room, and then lock them in the cage she woven with vines. She found it very interesting to slowly die and wither in the cage, and finally turned into bones, which was much more interesting than the living people in Zizhu Peak.

Later, she caught a little monkey who strayed in by mistake in the stone room. The little monkey's eyes were big and lively.Qing Ling would put her hands on its neck, feel its vitality, and feel its blood slowly flowing in its blood vessels.

She would play with the little monkey, watching it run and jump, and gnaw among a pile of ancient books.Until one day, she couldn't help being curious, so she broke the little monkey's neck with her own hands. She watched the lively and nimble little monkey slowly die in her hand, and the warm blood soaked her clothes. hands.

Unexpectedly, there was no trace of sadness or fear, but very happy.

When mother came to see her, she was sitting on the ground covered in blood, fiddling with the heart that had been taken out from the monkey's chest, with a happy smile on her face.

The mother didn't blame her, but hugged her sadly and wept silently, then locked the stone gate and didn't allow her to go out.

Qingling was not unhappy because of this, but instead stayed peacefully in the stone room, neither crying nor making noise, flipping through ancient books bored, lying on the bed when tired, listening to the sound of water dripping on the stone pillar.

She knew from a very young age that she seemed to have no feelings, no empathy, and even the emotions of ordinary people. It seemed that nothing could affect her emotions except watching life go by before her eyes.

Until that day, the day when she was eight years old, she woke up from the stone bed, opened a book that she hadn't finished reading last night, and then heard the slight sound of footsteps from outside.

Curiously, she lay on the side of the stone gate and looked out, and saw a girl a few years older than her walking not far away.

The girl was wearing Zizhufeng's costume, an elegant white dress, a belt embroidered with silver patterns wrapped around Yingying's waist, and the blue silk of the shawl was still stained with morning dew. The most beautiful face I've ever had, with fairer skin than snow, delicate and picturesque eyebrows.

By the way, there is also a pair of eyes that fascinate people with just a glance, clear and deep, just like the pool of Seven Star Spring not far away, clear and bright but so deep that you can't see the bottom.

She walked slowly, obviously thin and thin, but her back was as straight and proud as a taut arrow string, every step she took seemed to be stepping on Qingling's heart.

Qingling's eyes slowly lit up, she stared blankly at the girl, watched her go to the Seven Star Spring to meditate, watched her close her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the breeze, watched her ruddy The thin lips were slightly pursed.

I don't know how long she looked at it, but Qingling didn't even blink her eyes, she was afraid that the person in front of her, who was more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings in ancient books, would disappear before her eyes.

Until the girl opened her eyes, her dark pupils looked at her, and the moment their eyes met, Qingling lowered her head, the heart that seemed to have always been beating smoothly, speeded up the rhythm for the first time, and she felt a little cramped. Panic, quickly hid aside panting.

But the girl got up and walked over. She walked to the side of the stone gate and looked at the corner of the blue skirt protruding from the corner.

"You are Qingling, right?" she asked.

Even the sound is so beautiful, better than the sound of water dripping on the stone pillars in the quiet night, better than the sound of the mysterious bell ringing every morning on Zizhu Peak.

Qing Ling didn't come out, she hid in the corner, she didn't dare to look or make a sound, she didn't know why she was flustered.

The girl who waited for a long time without an answer left for a long time before she dared to reveal a pair of expectant eyes from the side of the stone wall.

After that, almost every morning, the girl would come to the Seven Star Spring to meditate or practice sword.

Qingling was waiting for the morning of the next day every day. She would hide in a corner, quietly watching that beautiful and proud girl, watching her closing her eyes and meditating, watching her graceful and beautiful when practicing sword. The tall figure and the clothes fluttering in the wind are more beautiful than the stars in the night sky.

Every time before leaving, the girl would go to the stone room to say goodbye to her, but as always, Qingling never showed her face to talk to her.

Until one time, Qingling waited for several days, the girl didn't come again, Qingling suddenly felt a little lonely, it was the first time she felt that way, flipping through the ancient books that she was interested in before, but couldn't read a single word. Can't look in, always glanced out of the corner of the eye to the outside of the stone gate.

When Mother came to visit her again, she finally asked Mother, who was the girl who came to meditate by Qixing Spring every day.

Mother told her that the girl was called Mu Chang, and she was the most talented and most valued disciple in Zizhu Peak.

When talking about Mu Chang, my mother's eyes were bright, and the smile on her face was proud and gentle, but Qingling was not jealous at all, she just silently remembered Mu Chang's name in her heart.

It turned out that even her name was so nice.

After a few days, the disappeared Mu Chang reappeared next to the Seven Star Spring. Qing Ling was very happy. For the first time, she did not avoid Mu Chang's gaze, but held onto the corner of her clothes tightly, watching Mu Chang who was about to leave. Come near and say goodbye to her.

"You... haven't been here for a few days."

Qingling's eyes wandered, and there was a hint of grievance and accusation in her immature childish voice.

"It's the end of the year, and I'm going to the Tai Chi Hall to compete." Mu Chang smiled. In her eyes, this girl in Tsing Yi, who always hides in a corner and dare not talk to her, is finally willing to talk to her.

Raising her eyes, Qing Ling looked directly into Mu Shang's eyes, and soon she noticed a faint red mark on Mu Shang's slender, snow-white swan neck, where it was covered by the collar.

She pointed and asked Mu Chang, "What is that?"

"I suffered some minor injuries during the competition." Mu Chang replied calmly.

"Does it hurt?"

Qing Ling stretched out her hand from among the stone pillars, her pale and sickly fingertips trembling, as if she wanted to touch Mu Shang's neck, but soon she seemed to realize something, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but was suddenly caught by a Warm hands took it.

"It doesn't hurt at all, actually."

Mu Chang gently held Qing Ling's hand, then leaned forward, and Qing Ling's fingertips touched the red mark on her neck.

Her skin was warm and smooth, exuding a faint temperature. Because she was so close, Qingling could still smell the faint fragrance of Mu Shang's body. She retracted her hand in panic, then took two steps back, and touched Mu Shang. His hands were hidden behind his back.

"Actually, you can come out and meditate with me." Mu Chang invited her to go to Qixingquan to meditate with him.

Qingling didn't answer, she lowered her head and hid her hands behind her back without moving, maintaining the appearance of being grabbed by Mu Shang just now, her heart was out of rhythm again and jumped up at a faster speed.

That night, Qing Ling took the initiative to ask Xuan Qi to open the stone gate. She wanted to meditate with Mu Shang beside the Qixing Spring in the early morning with morning dew and birdsong.

The mother agreed to her, and she finally jumped up and hugged Xuan Qi like an ordinary child who was happy with candy. It was the first time she had such an active intimacy.

That was the happiest period of Qing Ling's childhood. She and Mu Chang sat side by side beside the Qixing Spring to meditate, but she was always distracted.

When Mu Chang found out, she closed her eyes and softly reprimanded her for being more serious. She quickly closed her eyes, but a secret smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Such days, Qing Ling thought it would last forever, until when she was 14 years old, there was a competition among the six peaks in Qingyun Palace, she hid in a tree and dozed off and overheard two senior sisters from Zizhu Peak discussing this competition.

They said that this time, Junior Sister Mu will compete with a senior brother from Xiangdi Peak. Last time, Junior Sister Mu was injured by that senior brother and lost a little bit. This time they will compete on the same stage again. will win.

Qingling remembered this matter in her heart, she remembered the three days when Mu Chang disappeared, and the eye-catching red mark on her neck, a surge of anger surged in her heart, she secretly decided that this time she must not It will hurt Mu Shang, but she must also win.

So she secretly refined a elixir, and relying on her immature and cute face, she tricked that senior into taking the elixir the night before the competition.

That senior brother never fortified his fellow junior sisters. After taking the elixir, he missed in the competition on the second day, and the spiritual energy in the dantian suddenly scattered. Fortunately, Mu Chang discovered the abnormality in time. Although he took his hand away, he was still seriously injured That brother.

The head of the sect found out that it was Qing Ling who was behind the plot. He wanted to seek a heavy punishment, but he let her go under Xuan Qi's pleading.

Qingling didn't care about these things at all. She knew that she never thought that she would be a stranger to Mu Shang because of this matter. She didn't understand why Mu Shang would be furious because of an insignificant person, let alone understand that under Mu Shang's questioning, If nothing happened and he didn't know how to repent, he would make Mu Shang extremely disappointed.

Because of this, Qingling was imprisoned in a stone room by Xuanqi for several years. She looked forward to it every day, but Mu Chang never came to Qixingquan again.