Chapter 3423

Stand still and wait for people quietly and indifferently.

When Twilight CI came from a distance, he saw such a figure. The feeling was somewhat different from that seen in the mirror. I don't know why the bottom of my heart seemed to be gently scratched by a cat's paw. It doesn't hurt. It's just a slight itch.

He seriously recalled what younger martial brother said before this time.

Don't give the impression of being too loose.

It's not good to meet for the first time.

Um.

It makes sense.

Twilight CI thought for a moment. He usually looked at the disciples of Xuanqing sect who were as warm as jade. At the moment, they really had that smell. The slightly raised Danfeng eyes destroyed the harmlessness of Wenliang, which seemed a little evil.

"Younger martial sister."

He came forward, smiled and shouted, very natural and not stiff.

Jing Mo was stunned when she heard this. She glanced at the person who had read the rules before, but only said a few words.

She doesn't pay much attention to the outside world,

The impression is only because of the temperament of Twilight Ci, which is incompatible with other Xuanqing disciples.

The girl is dressed in white, cold and indifferent. Her face is very beautiful, just like ink painting, with a noble temperament.

She paused and nodded slightly.

I thought,

As soon as we meet, I call you junior sister,

Is it the disciple of Xuanqing sect who knows it by himself, or is this elder martial brother who knows it by himself?

After seeing the girl close at dusk, he pressed down his abnormal thoughts and didn't move his face. It was Wen Zheng: "Congratulations, junior sister."

"How did the first test feel?" Twilight asked gently, "is it difficult?"

If someone sees the twilight speech at the moment, he will think that the elder martial brother must be dressed or live for a long time.

After all, let Twilight CI talk to people with a gentle appearance

It's not realistic. To be exact, it's very unrealistic.

Jing Mo's answer was concise and comprehensive: "OK."

Dusk CI didn't take the initiative to talk to people. After meditating for a second or two, he asked, "what's your experience?"

Jingmo Weijing, "do you need to write your experience in the trial?"

The girl's voice is as clear and pleasant as her people, like mountain streams.

"No need." Mu CI said quickly, with a smile in his eyes: "just ask."

"That's not."

Twilight CI took Jingmo to the guest room. He licked his thin lips with the tip of his tongue and lowered his voice: "younger martial sister... Is there anything in xuanqingzong that wants to worship the Immortal King under the entry?"

"No." Jing Mo came to Xuanqing sect and asked for immortality instead of anything else. He didn't pay much attention to other things.

The twilight left, and the radian of his lip angle was a little deeper. "If you have this plan in the future, you can consider Mu Yuefeng."

It turns out that the senior brother of xuanqingzong is not only familiar, but also very enthusiastic.

Jing Mo had little to say since childhood and was not good at words. She nodded her head and said she knew.

"You can come to me if you have any problems in xuanqingzong these days." Mu CI smiled very provocatively and was a little bad with uncertainty. Other disciples thought that Mu CI usually talked to female disciples with a straight face, otherwise it was easy to bring bad people. He found a set of reasonable measures for this behavior, "I'm the senior brother in charge of your trial, and it's necessary to be responsible for your junior sister."

"Thank you." the girl is quiet and cold.

Dusk replied without changing his face, "you're welcome, younger martial sister."

A younger martial sister calls very well.

"I forgot to ask, younger martial sister, what's her name." Mu CI smiled quietly and said naturally, "meet me, I'm Mu CI. Morning and evening, farewell."

The setting sun fell on the horizon, and the last light golden afterglow fell on his smiling eyes, as if plated with a layer of light color.

That face is easily distracted. The girl turned her eyes and said in a low voice, "Jingmo."

…

The mountain forest is so big and empty. Occasionally, birds sing. The sun falls on the cracks between the branches and leaves. Everything seems peaceful and quiet.

In a few seconds——

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded!

Space splits in an instant, and two people appear directly out of thin air!

Because dyed white was leaning back during transmission, she looked like this when she grabbed Yu Chen and returned to the original place.

The girl in red fell on the top of the ancient tree in mid air, leaning against it, while the young fairy King pressed on her, and her white clothes were like frost and snow.

They fell together on the tree.

Ranbai leaned lazily against the tree and looked at the Xianjun on her body. She hooked the red silk in one hand and pulled Yu Chen's waist seal in the other, forcing people to bend over. Then she smiled recklessly and provoked, and made a very insincere apology: "sorry, hand slip."

The fine sunlight sprinkled on the trees and fell on the treetops, jumping with mottled light and shadow. The shadows cast by the staggered branches and leaves covered them, with a shadow of leaked light.

Sudden change, such an intimate posture.

It completely broke the commandment of Xianjun's cultivation for several years.

His body stiffened for a moment, supported on the girl's body, his snow colored clothes hung down like a flowing moon and frost, his waist seal was dyed white and half pulled, some loose, and his cold white wrist was wrapped with a section of red damask, which was placed on him. The color impact was very strong, but it gave birth to an untimely secret and absurd ambiguity.

It is quite the opposite of Xianjun's always solemn image.

The girl only smiled at him, and she was like a bewitching devil.

The treetop was finally overwhelmed and broke because it couldn't bear the weight of two people.

With a broken sound, they fell down suddenly!

Yu Chen turned his wrist and made a decision. They separated in mid air, and the descending speed became stable until they fell to the ground safely.

He was a few steps away from dyeing white. The red silk on his wrist was not broken. They wound their wrists together and stretched them in mid air.

The young Xianjun's eyes and eyebrows are cold. His eyelids are thin and his pupils are deep. His eyes should be overlooking all living beings at the top of the mountain. There is no temperature. They are sharper when staring at dyed white. His tone is calm, but contains a vast Law: "I don't know the number of rites."

Ranbai stood against Xianjun carelessly. She let the red silk entangle her. Her voice was lazy and evil: "why don't Xianjun teach me?"

Yu Chen's thin lips stretched into a rigid line, from the lower jaw to the neck line, so that the radian of the shoulder blade was thin, like a beautiful bow. There was a snow-white rabbit in his sleeve. He was trembling and uneasy. Xian Jun lowered his eyes, which seemed compassionate but ruthless. The end of his eyes outlined the radian of the breeze and bright moon. He put the rabbit on the ground peacefully, and the little rabbit trembled twice, The rabbit folded its ears and ran away.

Xianjun stood up straight. After one hand, he was cold and proud. He had his own character, but he was incompatible with the world. The long sword flew out of the silver white scabbard and gave a "Zheng -" sound, and the sharp blade cut off the damask in the air!