Leng Mushi pointed at the scar on her face and said, "See? This is the scar I got when I saved him. According to the order of repaying someone with a promise of marriage, he should give it to me first."
Leng Mushi dared to say this, so she was confident that Xiao Mian would not ruin her plan. As the male protagonist, Xiao Mian would naturally repay her kindness with a spring of water.
Even though the method she used was not up to par according to Fenlian, she did save his life. Of course, it was impossible for her to repay him with her body, but it was still easy to make the girl angry and run away.
What a pity, such a cute little girl’s face is puffed up.
The baby-faced female cultivator was still unwilling to give up. She glanced at the scar on Leng Mushi's face, rubbed her head against Xiao Mian's arm, bit her lip, called out "Senior Brother Xiao" again, and handed over the food box persistently.
Xiao Mian turned his head to glance at Leng Mushi's head which was resting on his arm, and his eyes flickered for a moment.
Then he really did not deny it, and said to the baby-faced female cultivator in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Zhu Rong, with my current cultivation level, I don't need to eat the meat of the Chenhuo Beast to replenish my body. The Chenhuo Beast is difficult to catch, so it's better for you to keep it for yourself."
Zhu Rong is the baby-faced female cultivator. Leng Mushi saw her face turn pale, and she almost twisted the whole food box into a dough stick. She sighed in her heart, "What a sin."
"He shouldn't give it to me. This is the meat of a fairy beast. I haven't eaten it yet." Leng Mushi said, and nudged Xiao Mian's waist with her elbow, "Hey, I can eat it, right?"
Xiao Mian groaned softly when he was hit, pursed his lips helplessly, and said "hmm".
Seeing that Zhu Rong was about to cry, Leng Mushi felt that the rules were no longer hot, which meant that the plot had been completed.
Her expression suddenly changed and she distanced herself from Xiao Mian, feeling sorry for the girl's awkward situation. After all, a young girl's naive emotions were the most beautiful thing in the world.
Leng Mushi took a step forward and smiled very kindly: "Little Senior Sister Zhu Rong, you are so cute, especially the butterfly pendant on your hairband, which is lifelike and makes you look like a flower fairy."
Leng Mushi used to hang out with girls and she would dress up as a boy to coax little girls. She was very good at it and knew what to say to quickly divert the girls' attention.
Her eyes were sincere and her attitude was gentle. She approached Zhu Rong very slowly, as if she was approaching a frightened little animal.
Zhu Rong was stunned for a moment, her lips pouted, tears about to fall, and she subconsciously reached out to touch her new butterfly hair accessory on her temples, but put her hand down halfway, remembering what Leng Mushi had said before, and looked at her with surprise.
Then she raised her neck and said, "Who is your junior sister? You are not even wearing the outer sect disciple uniform. You must not have entered the mountain sect yet. Don't shout nonsense. You may not be able to enter the Taichu Sect yet."
Leng Mushi smiled and said, "Yes, yes, but if you are lucky enough to be admitted to the mountain gate, you will be my junior sister. Not only your hair accessories, but also your bracelets are very beautiful. They make your hands look very white. What is it made of? It doesn't look like jade. It looks really beautiful in red."
Zhu Rong's attention was completely diverted. Only a little bit of her bracelet was exposed. Normally, she didn't dare to show it too ostentatiously. However, no matter where she was, a girl's love of beauty could not be completely killed. She just had to stay away from the elders and disciples of the Discipline Sect.
It was rare to meet someone so knowledgeable. She wanted to chat with Leng Mushi, but Xiao Mian was in the middle. She was conflicted and couldn't bring herself to do it.
So she said again: "Of course it is not comparable to ordinary jade, this is Thunder Sound Crystal, what do you know..."
The more she spoke, the lower her voice became. Leng Mushi had already grabbed her wrist. She struggled symbolically and showed her bracelet to Leng Mushi, her eyes occasionally looking towards Xiao Mian.
Leng Mushi grabbed Zhu Rong's wrist, knowing why she felt awkward. Without even turning her head, she said to Xiao Mian in an impatient tone, "Brother Xiao, why don't you go back to sleep? Why are you still standing here?"
Xiao Mian inexplicably felt a little suffocated and had difficulty breathing, but the two girls were holding hands and starting to talk. It was naturally inconvenient for him to listen to the girls' private conversation, so he turned around and left.
After he left, it didn't take Leng Mushi long to make Zhu Rong smile happily.
A girl's love is green and beautiful, but Leng Mushi thinks the most beautiful thing about it is that a girl loves so many things, so many that her admiration for her lover is almost the same as her bracelets and hair accessories. She can love this and that, and it is not involved in the profound and heavy worldly affairs. It is beautiful like clouds and mist, and it is easy to replace if you can't catch it.
When Zhu Rong left late at night, not only did she leave the dried Chenhuo beast meat she had made by herself to Leng Mushi, but Leng Mushi also had a little senior sister who would protect her. Although it was obvious that Zhu Rong's magic skills were not very good, and Leng Mushi did not ask which elder she was from, but Leng Mushi liked simple and kind girls.
She said a lot of bad things about Xiao Mian, and before Zhu Rong got too deep into the trap, she successfully helped her get out of Xiao Mian's fire pit. When the two girls waved goodbye at the gate of the yard, the moon was already high in the sky.
When Leng Mushi went back to her room and prepared to sleep, Fenlian said sarcastically: "Your tongue is not in vain. Who can escape the person you want to coax? Tell me the truth. How much truth was there in what you said to me at that time?"
Leng Mushi just smiled without saying anything. She quickly washed up and lay down on the bed. Leng Tianyin's room was separated from hers by a grille. She heard Leng Tianyin's even breathing next door, and it was obvious that he was asleep.
Fenlian continued: Tell me, we are on the same ship now anyway, and I have feelings for you, so I naturally won’t hurt you.
Leng Mushi was so annoyed that she said before going to sleep, "There are a few points that are true."
Fenlian snorted, but didn't say anything else.
But she didn't know that the points Leng Mushi mentioned were the points used to separate the middle and end of a sentence, and only that one was true.
No words were spoken that night.
Early the next morning, the Taichu Sect's formation was activated, and Leng Mushi, Leng Tianyin and a group of other people living in the Disciple Court were brought into the Taichu Sect.
When I looked at it from the outside yesterday, the Taichu Mountain towered into the clouds and was lush and majestic. Today, when I entered it, I only got to the foot of the mountain. I got a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the Taichu Sect. Leng Mushi felt that his eyes were not enough.
Unlike mortal mansions, no matter how wealthy one is, the courtyard is just more magnificently built. Although the Taichu Sect's immortal gate does not look as gorgeous as an ordinary courtyard, it is full of natural wonders.
In this late autumn and early winter season, the mountain is still lush with flowers and grass, birds singing and butterflies dancing. The winding bluestone steps leading to the highest point, like this fairy mountain, go straight into the clouds. It seems that if you keep walking down, to the highest point, into the clouds, you can ascend to the peak and ride the wind to fly to heaven.
On both sides of the stone steps, there are elegant courtyards hidden behind lush and exotic plants. Disciples in white clothes with fluttering belts and long swords on their waists can be seen everywhere.
In front of the gate of every courtyard, there is a flowing spiritual spring. The spiritual energy can be seen with the naked eye permeating every corner of Taichu Mountain, wrapping around the ankles of every person who walks around.
Leng Mushi followed behind many outer disciples, as well as people like her and Leng Tianyin who were preparing to take the entry-level spiritual root test in a month. She looked around anxiously. The hem of her skirt brought up a vortex of spiritual energy, which was drawn into her nostrils and inhaled into her lungs. She felt as if even the top of her head felt comfortable.
Living in a place like this, even if you don't practice cultivation, you can live for a hundred years without any effort!
In the end, they only got to the halfway point of the mountain, where they were placed by the disciple who led the way into a courtyard for candidate disciples called Feihe Courtyard, which was full of people preparing to take the entry-level spiritual root test next month.
The yard was very big, with four large rooms surrounding the spiritual spring and fairy plants in the middle of the yard. Leng Mushi got room number 207, and Leng Tianyin was next to her in room number 206.
After settling them down, he took them on a tour of the entire Feihe Courtyard, told them where to go to get some conveniences, and where the Linggu Hall for meals was. Then he let them move around freely and go back to their rooms to pack their luggage.
Leng Mushi didn't have much luggage, so when she returned to her room, she found that the bed, clothes and even toiletries were all available. It was obvious that Taichu Sect had made very thoughtful preparations for them.
Their clothes were also pure white, but unlike the inner sect disciples, they did not have the beautiful Taichu sect cloud patterns embroidered on their shoulders. Instead, their belts were embroidered with a gray-white flying crane to distinguish their identities.
The small room was not big, but having independent space always made people relax. Leng Mushi changed into the alternative disciple uniform and dressed like the disciples of Taichu Sect. She loosened her complicated bun and simply tied it on top of her head with a hairband.
She rolled around in bed, feeling comfortable, when she heard a commotion outside.
She didn't go out, but opened the small window and leaned over to look out.
Leng Mushi saw two men arguing.
To be precise, two teenagers were fighting.
One of them was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing a jade crown on his head, and even his boots were threaded with gold. Every part of his body was exquisitely designed.
Leng Mushi made a rough estimate and concluded that in the mortal world, this must be a very wealthy young master. Any piece of his clothes and accessories would be very expensive.
She looked at the other one, who was a young man who had already changed into the uniform of a reserve disciple. He was kneeling on the ground with the young man in fancy clothes stepping on his shoulders. His back was straight and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
There were several people surrounding him, all helping the young man in fancy clothes to restrain him, but even though he couldn't stand up, they refused to give in.
"I'm exchanging rooms with you because I think highly of you. Do you know who I am?"
The young man in fancy clothes had a defiant look on his face. He tapped the kneeling boy's shoulder with his toes in an insulting manner, and said the same clichés that have been used since ancient times when the powerful and wealthy bullied people.
There were many people watching the fun around, but because there were a few who seemed to be servants of the young man in fancy clothes, no one stepped forward to stop them. Those who tried to dissuade them were glared at by the young man in fancy clothes and fell silent.
"I don't care who you are. This is Taichu Gate. Why should I give the house assigned to me to you!" The kneeling young man turned his head and spat out the blood foam in his mouth, showing his upright and proud character.
Leng Mushi sighed. It was true that no matter where you were, even on this fairy mountain where you could roll your eyes just by breathing in a breath, you would still meet such bastards.
Leng Mushi had seen this kind of thing too many times, so she wasn't as excited as the others. She just changed the position of supporting her arms, looking bored, and estimated how long it would take for the Taichu Sect disciples who were placed there to arrive at the battlefield.
But suddenly she discovered a beautiful girl with a slender figure and loose black hair that seemed to have not been tied up yet. She passed by her like the wind and ran towards the crowd.
Leng Mushi recognized Leng Tianyin who lived next door to her at a glance. As expected, she wanted to look coquettish, dressed in mourning clothes. Leng Tianyin's elegant and refined appearance made people tremble all over in the white clothes. She rushed over like an elf in the snow.
Leng Mushi was originally planning to watch the fun, but when she saw Leng Tianyin rushing up, she immediately slammed the window shut.
She also recalled this episode with a bad heart.
She said that they had just divided the room, so why were they fighting? The direction of the yard where the two teenagers were standing happened to be Yard No. 4. According to the direction of the window where the clothes and bedding were thrown out, it was next to the toilet. No matter how you moved it, it would be a shit hole and a piss hole. What was there to fight about
But it would be different if the heroine Leng Tianyin appeared. She went to stop the fight, she was dressed so disheveled and was extremely beautiful, so naturally she would encounter what every heroine in a storybook would encounter - that is, being molested.
One can tell with just a toenail that the person teasing her is the arrogant and domineering rich young master who entered the Taichu Sect. But can any bastard tease the hero's woman
Leng Mushi didn’t know how long it would take for their disciples to arrive at the battlefield, but the male protagonist Xiao Mian was definitely coming.
Leng Mushi closed the window and lay back on her little bed, silently counting down to ten in her mind. She only counted to three and then heard a "Ouch!"
This voice is definitely the one of the rich young master who just called out. Xiao Mian is really fast! He is indeed a pair with Leng Tianyin, the nosy ice elf.
A hero saving a beautiful girl is always a wonderful story that you never get tired of watching in storybooks. But when this happens to you, and you are neither the hero nor the beautiful girl being saved, but a vicious supporting character who has to mess things up, it is not so wonderful anymore.
The next plot is naturally about the appearance of a vicious female supporting character who sides with outsiders.
The reason why that rich young master dared to be so arrogant was that he relied on some connections in the Taichu Sect. The following plot was that she, the vicious female supporting role, would take the initiative to contact the rich young master and work together to harm Leng Tianyin.
Leng Mushi was lying on the bed, thinking back, it seemed like she had made some medicine that could suppress the test of spiritual roots. The medicine was made by that young master, and it was given to her by the vicious female supporting role. She had been drugging him for a whole month, and it really prevented Leng Tianyin from showing any spiritual roots on the day of the test.
Of course, in all the storybooks, the heroine is naturally the more she is framed, the more she counterattacks. This trick happened to be exposed on the spot by the heroine's future master who always disdains to appear, and was accepted as a disciple...
This is all later. The rules were already starting to heat up, indicating that she was about to follow the plot, but Leng Mushi lay very calmly, not moving.
She was so annoyed. She had to drug him every day and go to find Leng Tianyin every day. This made her more annoyed than drugging him.
Leng Mushi was torn between conscience and desire. After a moment, she suddenly stood up, sat on the bed and grabbed her hair, messing up her newly tied hair.
She searched around the house like a trapped beast again, but didn't find what she was looking for. Finally, she found the food box that Zhu Rong gave her last night. She opened it and saw that the dried meat of the Chenhuo beast inside was about the thickness of her arm. It felt hard and looked very durable. She even put it in her mouth to try it out. Wow, it was just right.
So she went back to the bed, lay down neatly, bit the dried Chenhuo beast meat, and prepared to rush through this plot.
It’s just the pain of burning soul. She has experienced it before. What’s the big deal!
But when the pain really started, Leng Mushi's eyes went dark and she twisted herself into a maggot on the small bed. Cold sweat poured down her face like rain. Her gums were sore from biting them, but she couldn't bite down even a bit of the dried Chenhuo beast meat.
When she was half dead, Leng Mushi still found time to think, Zhu Rong made the jerky herself, no wonder Xiao Mian didn't want it! Can a person survive after eating this? !
However, it is very useful for stuffing the mouth and preventing biting the tongue. Leng Mushi grabbed the quilt, one of her boots was kicked off, her clothes were rolled into a mess, and her waist belt was loose. She suppressed the pain and blocked the pig-like wailing in her throat. Her face was flushed, and even the corners of her eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.
Why does it feel several times more painful than the last time I disobeyed the plot in the mouth of the big monster? !
Ahhh!
Help!!!
Leng Mushi's long hair was completely spread out, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and she almost lost consciousness several times, but she gritted her teeth... no, she bit her flesh and endured it.
When she finally got through this, the pink lotus actually came out of Leng Mushi's body. She hadn't sucked human blood for many days, and she had to expend her demonic power to hide herself. She was already flattened, and she walked crookedly, but she got out of bed with an anxious look on her face to help Leng Mushi, and put her on the bed, almost breaking her arm.
"What's wrong with you? How could this happen? I didn't notice anything wrong with your body," Fenlian said, "Do you have any hidden illness?"
Leng Mushi didn't have the energy to speak. She blinked at her and said in a low voice while lying on the bed, "It's an old problem..."
No one knew what was going on with Fenlian, but she appeared without any facial features drawn. Her skin was twisted in a way that made her look scarier than a ghost. Leng Mushi wanted to faint when she saw her. Fortunately, Fenlian quickly got back into Leng Mushi's body.
This time, Fazhi didn't say anything like "Why bother?" He just sighed and said gently in Leng Mushi's ear, "Go to sleep for a while."
Leng Mushi was drowsy, with the dried Chenhuo beast meat stained with her saliva still in her hand. It is human nature to forget the pain after the wound has healed. After enduring it, she actually felt that it was nothing special. She even felt soft and comfortable now.
She curled her lips and was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.
She swallowed, thinking she had misheard, but soon, there was another knock on the door, very clearly, and Leng Tianyin's voice sounded outside like a soul-calling.
"Sister, are you there?" Leng Tianyin asked, "It's time for lunch. Let's go to Linggu Hall together. Can I come in?"
No, Leng Mushi was so angry that she wanted to shout "get out" at the door. She was in so much pain because of this bastard and now she didn't want to see Leng Tianyin at all!
But her teeth were all sore from biting them just now, and her throat was torn from roaring, so she didn't want to talk. But Leng Tianyin was so persistent that it was infuriating, and he kept knocking and knocking.
Leng Mushi lay down for a while and regained some strength. Leng Tianyin hadn't left yet. Leng Mushi could no longer bear it and gritted her teeth as she got up from the bed. Supported by anger, she walked towards the door with trembling legs and suddenly opened it - but all her strength only opened the door a crack.
She saw Leng Tianyin's hateful face through the gap, raised the dried meat of the Chenhuo beast, which was harder than an iron rod, in front of her as a weapon, put it in front of Leng Tianyin's nose, leaned against the door and panted hoarsely, "Get out, I'm busy..."
Leng Tianyin leaned back in fear, staring at the dried Chenhuo beast meat at the tip of her nose with wide eyes, her beautiful eyes meeting each other at the bridge of her nose.
At this time, the door opened a little more, and several figures behind the door appeared as the door opened wide - there was not only Leng Tianyin outside the door, but also Xiao Mian... and his two senior brothers, Yi Tu and Xing Zhou.
They came to her for dinner together.
At this moment, Leng Mushi was leaning against the door frame, her knees weak and her face flushed, her breathing was panting as if she had just fought for more than three hundred rounds, her clothes and hair were disheveled, and in her hand was a piece of dried Chenhuo beast meat as thick as a child's arm, stained with shiny saliva... and she said she was busy.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like they are busy with anything good.