Luo Jinxiao felt even more embarrassed. She wanted to explain, but she felt that the more she spoke, the more suspicious she would become.
"It's natural to be tired from healing. Well, I can't explain it to you clearly. You are being lazy, so I will go to help you." Luo Jinxiao muttered, turned around and turned into a ray of light.
"Hey!" Lu Fanzhi took two steps forward, but there was no one in front of him.
Luo Jinxiao followed his senior brother from Wuhui Sect to fight demons, killing them one by one with his sword. However, his mind was always wandering elsewhere, and Qu Weiyin's face always seemed to appear in front of him.
After she waved her hands to drive away Qu Weiyin's face for who knows how many times, the senior brother who was fighting demons with her patted her shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about, little junior sister? We are done."
Luo Jinxiao looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that the sun had set. There was a light red veil hanging in the sky, soft and beautiful.
"Ah, thank you, senior brother." Luo Jinxiao smiled politely and put the magic sword back into the scabbard.
The senior brother next to her seemed very interested in her sword. He stared at it for a long time before saying, "Your sword is very unique. I have never seen it before. Does it have a name?"
Luo Jinxiao looked down at the exquisite sword in his hand and shook his head: "No. When I got it, I didn't know what it was called."
"Strange, ancient swords usually have names. I love studying weapons, and your sword is obviously a good ancient sword based on its quality and ability. It's a pity that it doesn't have a name."
Luo Jinxiao weighed the sword in his hand and felt that what he said made a lot of sense, so he secretly took note of it.
When Luo Jinxiao returned to the restaurant, it was already completely dark, but Qu Weiyin still hadn't come back. Her room was pitch black, and there was no sign that anyone had moved.
Luo Jinxiao sighed, skipped dinner, and went back to his room to lie down, thinking about what name to give the magic sword, but he was never satisfied.
There were voices coming from outside. It seemed to be Tang Lan'er and a middle-aged man. The two were arguing as they walked down the stairs. From Tang Lan'er's tone, it seemed that she was still unwilling to go back to the sect with her father.
When it was quiet outside again, Luo Jinxiao continued to think. The well-rested Qiongqi crawled out of the purse, lay on the bed with her, put his head on her chest, and rose and fell with her breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Jinxiao was drowsy. Qiongqi suddenly raised his head and peeked out of the window.
"Is it that Junior Master-Uncle has returned?" Luo Jinxiao's mind suddenly became clear. She opened her eyes and looked around with Qiongqi.
Qiongqi let out a howl, indicating yes.
Luo Jinxiao jumped up from the bed and listened through the crack of the door. After a while, there was still silence outside, without a sound. Qu Weiyin did not go upstairs.
Luo Jinxiao felt strange. She waited for a while, but still no one came. She gradually lost her patience and turned back to her room. Her spiritual power surged and her body turned into a silver light. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the restaurant sign in front of her and the night wind was chilly.
Luo Jinxiao gathered her wind-messy hair and looked into the distance. She saw a woman in white sitting on the towering roof of the restaurant. She held a pot of wine in her hand and was wondering what she was thinking about. A full moon was behind her, emitting a light as soft as water.
The light made her body seem transparent, her face couldn't be seen clearly, the corners of her clothes fluttered in the wind, and she looked as pure and otherworldly as a banished celestial being.
Luo Jinxiao looked up and saw the two of them, one on a high place and the other on the ground, facing each other from a distance.
It was not until Luo Jinxiao's neck was sore that Qu Weiyin looked down and saw her. She put down the wine jug in her hand and said, "Come up."
Luo Jinxiao got the permission, then he happily jumped up, his robe fluttering, and landed beside Qu Weiyin. He sat down and tilted his head to look at her: "Little Master, the dew is heavy at night, why don't you go back to your room?"
Qu Weiyin looked unhappy and said, "You don't even look good when you sit down."
After saying that, she reached out to straighten the flying hem of Luo Jinxiao's skirt, but as she did so, her expression became gloomier, and she took her hand away without looking at her.
Luo Jinxiao stared at Qu Weiyin's face intently. Qu Weiyin looked very tired, her beautiful eyebrows were knitted together, and she seemed to be very worried.
"Junior Master, what did you do today?" Luo Jinxiao couldn't stop the worry in his heart and still opened his mouth to express his concern.
Qu Weiyin shook her head and did not answer.
"My own business is none of your business."
Luo Jinxiao felt annoyed for a while, but she felt that her annoyance seemed unreasonable. Qu Weiyin had her own things to do, and she couldn't interfere.
"But, maybe I can help you, even if it's just a little bit." Luo Jinxiao did not give up.
Hearing this, Qu Weiyin glanced at her sideways, her eyes softened. She shook her head slightly, her lips slightly parted: "It's very dangerous."
"Just concentrate on your cultivation. If you are in danger, use the spirit stone to call me. Don't ask me about other things."
Luo Jinxiao bit her lip, her eyes full of disappointment. She said "oh", turned her head back and put her chin on her knees.
"Junior Master, you don't believe me at all." Luo Jinxiao didn't know where the anger came from, and his tone was a little willful.
"I don't know a lot of things about my junior master." Luo Jinxiao sighed. She found that she cared about Qu Weiyin a lot now, but when this care was kept in the dark and could not be made clear, she felt so uncomfortable.
"It's best not to know." Qu Weiyin's eyes were dark and unclear.
"I just want you to be safe."
She spoke in a very soft voice, so soft that Luo Jinxiao thought he heard the sound of the wind.
Qu Weiyin drank the last bit of wine, looked up at the sky, and said, "It's getting late, let's go back to the house and rest."
She stood up, but someone pulled her skirt. Luo Jinxiao suddenly remembered something, summoned the magic sword, and while pulling Qu Weiyin's skirt, he raised his head and said, "Little Master, please give my sword a name."
"The magic sword has never had a name. Why do you suddenly have this idea today? And even if you want to take it, you should do it yourself, or ask your master to come." Qu Weiyin looked at the sword in her hand and said helplessly.
"I just want Junior Master to take it." Luo Jinxiao now understood clearly that the more you act like a spoiled brat, the less likely you are to lose your temper with Qu Weiyin. She is very easy to coax.
Qu Weiyin looked at Luo Jinxiao's bright eyes reflected in the moonlight, her heart swelled, and she quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at him any longer.
"No doubt." she said.
"Wu Jue?" Luo Jinxiao chewed on these two words, "How can it be a match for Wu Hui?"
"You can think whatever you want. It doesn't matter whether I use it or not. I'm going back." Qu Weiyin said, opening his arms and gracefully jumping off the eaves.
Seeing this, Luo Jinxiao stood up in a hurry and shouted to her back: "Thank you, Junior Master, for the name!"
Although she didn't know what Qu Weiyin meant, she liked this name very much.
Qu Weiyin's face was calm as she strode back to her room. After entering the room, she seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden. She sat down on the bed, staggering, supporting her forehead with her slender jade fingers, and her face looked exhausted.
The sword spirit that had not appeared for a long time suddenly appeared from behind her, jumped in front of her, looked at her with a frown, and said: "I felt that you were in a bad mood today. What I saw during the day..."
"We can't wait any longer. Once this happens, I have to take action early." Qu Weiyin said coldly, his phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent.
"In my previous life, I became a demon. He was terrified and hid away for his entire life. Although he died, I was unable to kill him in the end. This is a thorn in my heart. In this life, I will never let him go, no matter what you say."
"But you don't have that much power now. If you fight against him, I'm afraid both of you will suffer losses. What's more, he has practiced such evil magic, and his cultivation has probably improved a lot. If you fight him head-on, I'm afraid it won't work." The sword spirit looked serious for a rare time, and looked worried.
"Yes. So I'm going to use the same methods they used against me in my previous life on them." Qu Weiyin said suddenly. Her eyes were deep and she was filled with murderous aura. Even the sword spirit didn't dare to look her in the eye.
"Okay. But you still have to try your best to protect yourself, just for that yellow-haired girl. Although I still wonder what's so special about that girl that you are so obsessed with her." The sword spirit pinched his fleshy chin, with a shrewd expression.
The evil spirit on Qu Weiyin's body faded a little, and she frowned: "What do you mean by haunting me? Don't talk nonsense."
"I just don't believe that you only treat her as a junior whom you care about." The sword spirit pouted, and his expression looked like he deserved a beating. "Hao Wu Jue, everyone knows your thoughts. I want to know you, and we will live long and happily..."
Before she could finish her words, her body stiffened, her eyes rolled back, and she fell off the bed headfirst, her head hitting the ground first, and then shattered into pieces and disappeared.
"Nonsense!" Qu Weiyin's eyes were filled with shame and anger.
Luo Jinxiao stayed in the small town for a few more days before leaving with everyone else. Qu Weiyin simply never showed up again after that night.
The situation at Wuhui Sect has not changed much, with disciples still going missing every few days. People are in a panic, and there are rumors that the disciples will soon be sent home.
This made many disciples who were already homeless or had lost their homes long ago very worried. Even the Baiyutai, which was originally bustling with people, was deserted. It was completely empty. The entire Wuhui Sect was as desolate as the autumn colors.
As autumn deepens, the trees in Wuhui Mountain shed their leaves one after another. From a distance, the high places appear to be covered with dead branches, facing the sky desolately.
At the same time, several classes were cancelled, and many disciples had to practice on their own. The low-level disciples were even worse off, not even daring to go out.
That day, she was quietly staying in the noisy disciples' room, eating the cakes that the senior sisters brought to comfort her with Luo Ning and Lu Fanzhi, when she saw Situ Xue coming in from the door and said to her in a soft voice, "Luo Jinxiao, Yanying is looking for you."
Hearing Yanying's name, Luo Ning raised her head and listened with her ears pricked up.
"Looking for me? What does she want to see me for?" Luo Jinxiao was puzzled, and turned to look at Luo Ning, "Why haven't I seen her running behind you these days?"
"How should I know? I guess you're tired of arguing with me and don't want to argue anymore." Luo Ning's small round face drooped, looking even rounder.
"Hey, let me go with you. That girl might come to cause trouble for you again. I'll give her a beating." Lu Fanzhi stood up and started to roll up his sleeves with a mouth full of pastry crumbs.
Luo Jinxiao curled his lips, threw a handkerchief at her face, and said, "Wipe your mouth first. She's just at the door anyway. I'll be back soon."
Situ Xue smiled at them and left. Luo Jinxiao wiped his mouth as he walked out the door, and saw Yan Ying standing outside the door with her arms folded.
Her originally beautiful face looked as if she had been tired for a long time, her eye sockets were dark and she looked lifeless. Even when she saw Luo Jinxiao, only a hint of disgust flashed across her eyes, and then there was only emptiness left.
"What do you want from me?" Luo Jinxiao didn't dare to go closer and asked from a distance.
"How is Luo Ning these days?" she said.
Luo Jinxiao pointed at the door, looking puzzled: "She is inside. If you want to talk to her, just go in. Why do you need me to tell her?"
Yan Ying quickly shook her head: "No, I won't see her, I'm just asking."
She hesitated to speak, which made Luo Jinxiao feel overwhelmed. He could only ask, "What else?"
Yan Ying seemed to have made up her mind. She walked over to her and whispered in her ear, "Can you find Junior Master Qu? If you can, tell her for me that someone has been secretly plotting for a long time and she is in danger."
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