Standing there quietly and indifferently.

When Mu Ci walked over from afar, he saw a figure. The feeling was a little different from what he saw in the mirror. For some reason, he felt like he was gently scratched by a cat's claw. It didn't hurt, but it was a slight itch.

This time he seriously recalled what his junior brother had said before.

Don't leave a too casual impression.

The first time we met, it was not very good.

Um.

It makes some sense.

Mu Ci thought for a moment. He usually looked at the disciples of Xuanqing Sect's gentle appearance, and now he really felt that way. The slightly raised Dan Feng Eye destroyed Wen Liang's harmlessness, and it looked a bit unprovoked.

"Junior sister."

He walked up and smiled and shouted, very naturally, without any stiffness.

Hearing the junior sister unexpectedly, Jing Mo was slightly stunned. She glanced at the visitor. She was the senior brother who had read the rules before but only said a few words.

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

The only reason I can have an impression is Mu Ci's temperament that is incompatible with other Xuanqing Sect disciples.

The girl was wearing white clothes, cold and indifferent. Her face looked very beautiful, like an ink painting, and was full of noble temperament.

After she paused, she nodded slightly.

Thinking,

When I met, I called Junior Sister.

Is it that the disciple of Xuanqing Sect who is familiar with himself, or is this senior brother who is superb?

After Mu Ci saw the girl up close, he suppressed his unusual thoughts, and his face remained calm, and he was holding Wen Zheng: "Congratulations to junior sister."

"How does the first trial feel?" Mu Ci asked gently: "Is it difficult?"

If someone sees Mu Ci at this moment, tomorrow they will think that the senior brother must have been worn by someone or seen for a long time.

After all, Mu Ci was asked to talk to people with a gentle look...

Not very realistic, to be precise, it is very unrealistic.

Jing Mo's answer was concise and concise: "It's okay."

Before Mu Ci took the initiative to talk to someone, he pondered for a second or two and asked again: "Do you have any experience?"

Jing Mo Weijing, "You need to write your experience when you try?"

The girl's voice was as clear and cool as hers, like a mountain stream.

"No need." Mu Ci said quickly, smiling in his eyes: "Ask whatever you want."

“That’s not.”

Mu Ci took Jing Mo towards the direction of the guest room. He licked his thin lips with his tongue and lowered his voice: "Junior sister... Is there anything I want to be an immortal king in Xuanqing Sect who wants to be a disciple of the Immortal Lord?"

"No." Jing Mo came to Xuanqing Sect to ask questions about other things just to seek immortality, and did not pay much attention to other things.

Mu Ci said with a oh, and the curve of his lips became a little deeper. "If you have this plan in the future, you can consider Mu Yuefeng."

It turns out that the senior brother of Xuanqing Sect is not only familiar with one's own, but also very enthusiastic.

Jing Mo has been talking little since childhood and is not good at speaking. She nodded to show that she knew.

"If you encounter any problems in Xuanqing Sect these days, you can come to me." Mu Ci smiled very much, with a little uncertainty. The other disciples felt that Mu Ci usually talked to the female disciple with a stern face, otherwise it would be easy to lead the bad guys. He found a reasonable word for this behavior, "I am the senior brother responsible for your trials, and it is necessary to be responsible for the junior sister."

"Thank you." The girl talks little and has a cold personality.

Mu Ci responded without changing his expression, "You're welcome, junior sister."

It’s great to call out a junior sister at once.

"I forgot to ask what my junior sister's name is." Mu Ci smiled lightly and said naturally: "I know, I am Mu Ci. Mu in Chao Mu, the farewell."

The setting sun fell on the horizon, and the last light golden afterglow fell into his smiling eyes, as if a light bright color was coated.

That face makes people lose their minds. The girl lowered her eyes and said in a quiet voice: "Jing Mo."

…

The mountains and forests are so large and empty, with occasionally birds singing, and the sunlight falls sparsely on the gaps between branches and leaves, and everything seems peaceful and quiet.

A few seconds later—

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out!

The space split open in an instant, and two people appeared out of thin air!

Because Ranbai leaned back during teleportation, she was like this when she grabbed Yu Chen and returned to her original place.

The girl in red dress fluttered, falling from the air on the top of the ancient tree, half leaning there, while the young immortal was pressing on her body, and her white dress was like frost and snow.

The two fell on the tree together.

Ran Bai leaned against the tree lazily and looked at the immortal king on her body. She hooked Hong Ling with one hand and pulled Yu Chen's waist with the other, forcing the person to lean over. Then she smiled unrestrainedly and provocatively, and apologized insincerely: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

The fine sunlight shines in the woods and falls on the treetops, jumping with mottled light and shadows. The shadows cast by the branches and leaves cover them, and the shadows are covered with leaking light.

A sudden change, such an intimate posture.

It completely broke the precepts that the immortal king had practiced Taoism for several years.

His body stiffened for a moment, and he stood on the girl's body. His snow-colored clothes drooped like a stream of moon and frost. His waist seal was dyed white and half-pulled, a little loose. His cold and white wrist was wrapped around a piece of red satin. He put it on his body. The color impact was very strong, and he faintly gave birth to an inappropriate secret and absurd ambiguity.

It is completely contrary to the solemn and quiet image of the immortal king.

And the girl only smiled at him, and the evil ones looked like a devilish demon.

The treetops were finally overwhelmed and broke without bearing the weight of two people.

Accompanied by a shattering sound, the two of them suddenly fell down!

Yu Chen flipped his wrist and used a magic trick. The two separated in mid-air, and the speed of the decline became stable until they fell to the ground safely.

He was a few steps away from Ranbai, and the red silk on his wrist was not broken. He wrapped his wrists together and stretched them out in the air.

The young immortal king had coldness at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. His eyelids were thin and his pupils were dark. Those eyes should be looking down at all on the top of the mountain. There was no temperature. He looked sharper when he stared at the white. His tone was calm but contained a vast law: "I don't know the etiquette."

Ranbai stood indifferently against the Immortal Lord. She let Hong Ling linger, her tone was lazy and evil: "Why not teach me?"

Yu Chen's thin lips stretched into a stiff line, from the lower jaw to the neck line and the curve of the shoulder blades was thin, like a beautiful bow. There was a snow-white little white rabbit in his sleeve, trembling and restless. The immortal lowered his eyes, as if compassionate but ruthless. The end of his eyes outlined the curve of the breeze and bright moon, and placed the rabbit on the ground smoothly. The little rabbit trembled twice, the rabbit's ears folded up, and ran away to the distance.

The immortal king stood up straight and held it with one hand. The cold and arrogant Gu Jue had his own character, but it was incompatible with the world. The long sword flew out of the silver-white sword sheath, making a "sharp" sound, and the sharp sword blade slashed down at the silk satin in the air!
Chapter completed!