After rebirth, I and the ghosts and gods hand-slashed the white moonlight

Lu Xueyuan and Qi Zhurong both looked back and saw the woman walking in front of Bai Muchen with graceful steps. She bowed and said, "I am Murong Yao, the daughter of the city lord of the Fourteenth Prefecture in the Nine Regions. Today

I came here to find King Qiong Louyi, who among you can call him out?"

Murong Yan is the daughter of the city lord of the Nine Regions, that is, the real princess, and Lou Yi is the son of the city lord's brother, Prince Qing. They grew up together and are considered childhood sweethearts in the eyes of the world. This princess suddenly arrived.

, catching everyone off guard.

Both Lu Xueyuan and Qi Zhurong stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Just when Qi Zhurong was about to answer first: "Didn't he go down the mountain already?" Lu Xueyuan covered his mouth mid-sentence.

So the words from his mouth became: "Didn't he already go down the mountain... Wuwu."

Lu Xueyuan let go of his hand, wiped the saliva stained on his palm on his body, and said: "King Qiong has indeed come down from the mountain, but he has not returned yet. It is better for Her Royal Highness to go back to the mansion first. We will notify him when he comes back. It will not be too late."

Qi Zhurong knew that things might not be as simple as he thought, so he quickly echoed: "Yes, yes."

"There's no rush." ​​Murong Yao looked at the two people who were eager for her to go home, but she didn't appreciate it. "I finally got out of the house, and I won't leave until I see Brother Lou Yi!"

Bai Muchen stood aside indifferently, looking at the mess they had caused, and collecting the bodies by himself. However, due to the presence of outsiders, he shook his head helplessly and let the Hechen sect take into account the face of the two of them and the Hechen sect.

They got up.

Lu Xueyuan rubbed his sore legs and secretly glanced at Bai Muchen's face. Seeing that he was not as angry as before, he quickly trotted forward to offer his hospitality.

"Master, sit down."

"Master, are you thirsty?"

Bai Muchen was angry, but he couldn't get angry. He could only stare at Lu Xueyuan who was trying to impress him with such a cheap measure. He looked at the tea she had personally delivered and took a helpless sip.

Qi Zhurong, on the other hand, shouldered his responsibility as a senior brother and ordered his disciples to entertain this unexpected guest.

"Princess Murong is here today. We are not prepared. We don't know whether the tea and snacks here are to our liking, haha."

"You don't need to be shocked. I'm just here to see Brother Lou Yi. I'm not hungry either. I don't want to eat these things yet!" Murong Yao looked at Qi Zhurong, who was carefully carrying the tea and walking on thin ice, and gave a disgusted look.

He had no intention of taking a bite of what he was holding.

An attendant in black clothes walked in from outside the door, took the cake from Qi Zhurong's hand, put it on the table beside him, leaned forward, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the city lord has ordered that you are only allowed to leave the palace for three days.

, I will return home with my slave in three days."

Murong Yao seemed indifferent and glanced at the attendant who had just spoken, and replied reluctantly: "I know! I said I would leave after seeing Brother Lou Yi. You go down the mountain first, I don't need you to serve me here!"

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"This..." The old attendant seemed to know what to do and raised his head to see Qi Zhurong.

I saw that Qi Zhurong was worthy of being the senior brother of Qingya Mountain. He said to him very boldly and seriously: "Don't worry, we will definitely take good care of the princess!" Then he sent the few attendants down the mountain in a hurry.

For a moment, the Hechen Palace was silent and deathly silent. Several people looked at each other, and no one knew what to say.

Bai Muchen originally wanted to take the opportunity to refresh Lu Xueyuan's memory, but the sudden arrival of the princess disrupted the situation. It was getting dark now, and he had no intention of dealing with outsiders, so he said to the princess: "Girl, you have come all the way.

It must be a tiring journey, so why not take a rest early, recuperate and see our old friends again."

Bai Muchen was as personable as his voice, as cold as jasmine in the mountains. As soon as he opened his mouth, the princess who had just ignored everyone suddenly became cheerful, "Who are you? You are so good-looking!"

When Lu Xueyuan heard her talk so freely, he opened his mouth to praise the master for his good looks. Although this was a fact, there were not many women in the world who could say whatever they thought. It seemed that this princess was living a very satisfying life, even when talking about

He said it without any scruples.

"I am the master of the Hechen sect, Bai Muchen. If there is nothing else, I will not disturb the girl here." After Bai Muchen finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Xueyuan, as if he wanted to take her away with him, but was heard by a loud voice.

The exclamation stopped: "Are you Mo Wanzun?! The Immortal Lord praised by everyone in the Nine Realms?!"

"I don't dare to be an Immortal Lord, but the 'Mowan Lord' that the girl said is exactly me." Bai Muchen really didn't like being so polite to outsiders, so he just said that he didn't plan to stay here, turned around and walked out of Hechen

The door of the temple was in front of the swaying rain outside.

"Yuan'er, come here." Bai Muchen half-turned around and said to Lu Xueyuan.

"Ah?" Lu Xueyuan was standing beside him to serve him. He originally thought that as soon as he left, he would be able to escape. Maybe he could go around the back mountain to look for clues about Lou Yi, but he didn't expect that he would still be able to escape.

There is no way to escape the fate of being called away by Master.

"Oh." Lu Xueyuan was good this time, and soon came out with his master, leaving only the two half-baked people in the hall staring at each other.

Lu Xueyuan and Bai Muchen stood under the eaves of the corridor, but they saw Bai Muchen wave his fingers lightly, and a white light appeared in front of his eyes. Then an oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of him, and the white jasmine on the bone handle was lifelike. He stretched out his hand to hold the umbrella.

Handle, turned to Lu Xueyuan and said: "Let's go."

Then, the two of them held umbrellas together and walked on the road to Xixian Pavilion.

The sound of rain falling on the paper umbrella was very sweet. It had been a long time since Lu Xueyuan and Bai Muchen held flowers together like this. She recalled her attitude in front of the palace just now, and she felt a little ashamed. Thinking of every time

If something happens to me, my master will teach me earnestly, so I feel a little regretful.

Why am I so selfish and cold-blooded now?

"What is Yuan'er thinking about?" Bai Muchen suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Lu Xueyuan looked back under the umbrella, "No... no master." She denied it in a low voice, but she still couldn't escape the first master's eyes.

"How did you get to know King Qiong?" Bai Muchen seemed to have reached the limit of his patience, looking at Lu Xueyuan in the deserted rain channel.

Lu Xueyuan originally thought that the master would arrive at Xixian Pavilion and 'cross-examine' her, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. He hadn't thought of how to answer for a while, so he could only tell the truth, "On the day Ayi came, I happened to be from

Passing by the door, he may have seen the sword in my hand and thought it was funny, and he became familiar with me for a while." Lu Xueyuan looked at the ground. Every time she answered something she didn't want to say, she would always look at the ground involuntarily.

, it seems that this is the only way to prevent others from seeing through your mind.

"Ayi?" Bai Muchen did not think carefully about whether the answer he heard was true, but became hostile to the name Lu Xueyuan said.

For the first time in his life, he felt that it was a mistake not to take her down the mountain with him. Fortunately, he tried his best to deal with the chaos and came back early.

"Yes, we have been having classes together these days. Although he is a prince, he is approachable and has no airs. I call him Ayi, and that's it." After Lu Xueyuan blushed and said this with heartbeat, he was thinking about how she could

If you can call him Ayi in front of Master, isn't this equivalent to claiming to Master that they are familiar with each other? It will not clear away the suspicion that Lou Yi helped him.

But who can really hide what their heart desires?

Bai Muchen listened to her hurriedly trying to excuse herself without saying a word. The two of them just walked quietly in the rain and returned to Xixian Pavilion together.

Bai Muchen put away his umbrella, took off his white outer clothes that were wet by the rain, leaving only the thin inner clothes. He put the clean clothes on Lu Xueyuan and said, "Don't catch a cold." Turned around.

Just walked to the bedroom.

Lu Xueyuan stood waiting in Xixian Pavilion. After a while, he saw the master holding a cup of light blue bowl, with the warm tea inside still steaming. He handed the bowl to Lu Xueyuan and looked at her

, without saying a word.

Lu Xueyuan took the bowl, and a strong smell of ginger tea hit her face. Her nose was sore due to the cold wind, and she could immediately smell the smell, and she hurriedly said: "Thank you, Master."

Bai Muchen sat on a chair, holding tea to drink. His sight, which was blocked by his hand, fell on Lu Xueyuan's body, which suddenly became hot.

He swallowed a few sips of the hot tea in his mouth, his throat moved up and down, he pinched the outside of the tea cup with his slender fingers, and blew gently. The breath fragrance in the room was different from the jasmine fragrance on his body. It was the centuries-old sacred tree, Ziyou.

Once the seeds of the vine are ignited, the fragrance will fill your nostrils and linger around. It seems to penetrate into the lungs and paralyze people's nerves.

It’s raining heavily today, so it’s best to use this divine incense to remove moisture from the soil and soothe your nerves. Mo Wanzun uses this divine incense to help himself sleep every night, because he can always dream of what he wants to see in his sleep.

Man. Even if that man stays with him in Qingya Mountain, he will be seen day by day.

At this moment, Bai Muchen looked at Lu Xueyuan, who was as clean and flawless as a deer. He drank the ginger tea in his hand bit by bit like a chicken pecking rice. It was hard to swallow but he had to drink it all. His originally depressed mood suddenly became cheerful.

stand up.

He took a deep breath, and his mind gradually relaxed. His body, which was still cold just now, seemed to be alive again, feeling inexplicably hot.

He then took another sip of the tea in the cup to moisten his throat, which made his thin lips appear softer. The drizzle poured down from outside was lingering, and under the warm and dim light of Xixian Pavilion, everything

Everything was covered in a warm color, including Lu Xueyuan's hair.

Her thick and bright black hair was wetted by the drizzle and clung tightly to her body. Her graceful waist was like a small snake, which seemed to be able to be grasped with one hand. She was already sixteen years old, but she grew very well.

She is a little thin and frail, but her cool temperament looks like a narcissus under the warm yellow light. She is obviously beautiful, but she always likes to admire her beauty in isolation. Bai Muchen knows that this is related to the environment in which she grew up as a child.

Not taking good care of her made Yuan'er feel a little insecure. So over the years, he has been making up for it, hoping that she can be sincerely happy.

But now, she seemed to be getting further and further away from him. When Bai Muchen thought of this, his heart couldn't stop the pain, his breathing became rapid, and he gritted his teeth, absolutely not allowing this to happen.

"Master?" Lu Xueyuan seemed to notice something strange about him, and put down his bowl and went forward to check.

In just a moment, he was pressed into his arms by a pair of cold hands, and the fragrance of his body hit his nostrils.