Even if she lost, she would only laugh at herself once, not at a loss.

Xia Zheng didn't expect that she would promise to be so relaxed, the corners of her mouth froze, but then she resumed her smile and grabbed Xian Qi.

Anyway, he has the help of a distinguished person, and based on Xia Wuxin's ability, he will definitely not be able to beat him.

I was in front of Zhaoyao Mountain when I was talking, and the scenery on the mountain was also in front of my eyes. I saw fairy palaces in the clouds, five-colored jade trees, endless, and many white jade eaves loomed among the leaves.

A little fairy boy in red and green trousers stood in mid-air, and after seeing Xia Wuxin and his party, he graciously bowed.

"The teacher is already waiting in the hall, please come down." Little Fairy said, turning around and walking away.

The owner of Zhaoyao Mountain is known as Jiguang Shenjun. He is a god. Although his cultivation is not very strong, he loves collecting magical artifacts. He travels all year round and has accumulated many rare things that are rare in the heavens. .

Xia Chunqiu has been good friends with Jiguang Shenjun for many years, so every three years he can bring a few disciples to Zhaoyao Mountain, which can be regarded as the first month of the month.

Xia Wuxin and others followed the little fairy boy into the largest white jade hall. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he felt clear and clear. There was a big pure golden turtle statue standing in the middle of the hall, and white mist was constantly spitting out of his mouth.

"This is much more style than Pingfeng Mountain." Wei Yili behind him sighed in a low voice, but Su Xieyue knocked him out, and he didn't dare to speak.

There are a pair of mahogany inlaid gold seats in the main hall, and Xia Chunqiu is talking to a white-bearded and white-faced fairy.

Presumably this is True Lord Jiguang, Xia Wuxin said.

"Master, the guest is here." Little Fairy Tong said milkily.

A few people came together, and Xia Wuxin felt the gaze of God Lord Ji Guang looking at her. She was puzzled in her heart, but did not avoid it, and looked up at him.

"Those two are Linglang? Really a talent." God-kun Ji Guang touched his chin, looked away, and then said, "These old men have also accepted a few apprentices, among them there is a little fairy who is about the same age as Linglang. ."

"The dog is incompetent, making the gods laugh." Xia Chunqiu sighed and shook his head.

The two old gods exchanged endless greetings, so they asked the little fairy boy to take them to the sleeping hall and settle down. Although there are many Langyuan in the mountain fairy palace, most of them are used to store magical artifacts and treasures, so there is no place for people to rest. Not big, just a small fairy palace standing on the top of the mountain.

Entering the door is first a covered bridge, the water under the bridge is clear, and a few red carps swam by chance.

Two people stood far away on the bridge, one in white clothes, looking down at something, her black hair was half tied, and the rest ran down her shoulders. She looked under the bridge very seriously.

The other person is a girl, with a purple skirt that outlines her figure at a glance, and a bunch of grape-like beads hung on her wrist, which seems to be shining with stars.

She was saying something, but her eyes were erratic like waves, and she looked at her side from time to time.

"Sister, the guest is here." The little fairy boy raised her voice and shouted, and the girl turned her head when she heard the words, pursing her lips and walking down.

Her eyes are big and raised, her chin is pointed, her lips are bright red, she smiles with a dimple on her lips, and there is a faint mole under her, which makes her look a lot more agile.

When Xia Zheng on the side saw Xia Wuxin, she suddenly squeezed Xia Wuxin away, her eyes rolled on the girl, and she couldn't help licking her mouth, and she saw that she was looking at her beauty again.

Seeing this, Xia Wuxin had a nausea, so she suddenly stepped to stand in front of him, blocked his sight tightly, and stepped on his toe by the way.

Xia Zheng was in pain, took a breath, and was about to scold, when the girl interrupted the conversation.

"My name is Chi Yao. I am the apprentice of the gods. Come with me." Her voice was pleasant, but it was not soft, with a hint of needles hidden in the cotton.

Her conversation suddenly turned, but she suddenly softened her tone, and smiled on her lips: "Mr. Song, please also."

Song Yubai? Xia Wuxin looked over there, only to feel that the figure was familiar, but now he only noticed when he approached.

Song Yubai didn't look at her, or even raised his head at all. He just gave a faint hum, then turned and walked in the direction pointed by Chi Yao.

"A mortal, what do you come here to do?" Xia Wuxin heard someone muttering dissatisfied behind him. Looking back, he was talking about a tall, big guy, who seemed to be named Liang Lu, who often mingled with Xia Zheng.

A group of people walked across the bridge and entered the house. Although it was a hot summer day, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the house, and it was very cool.

"There are not many rooms here, so you have to feel wronged to live together with you two. Call me whenever you need it." Chi Yao finished speaking, and said with a smile to Song Yubai: "Mr. Song, your residence is at the end of this side."

Before she left, she walked half a circle around Song Yubai, her eyes twitched, and the purple skirt swayed at her feet.

Everyone was tired, so they dispersed in twos and threes and rested on their own. Su Xieyue gently held Xia Wuxin and said in her ear: "You have to be careful when two people sleep, don't reveal your identity. Otherwise, you go. Live in the same room with Wei Yili."

Xia Wuxin shook her head, her eyes curled, and she smiled slyly: "Sister Sister, don't worry, I have my own place to live today."

"You're meant to be naughty again when you say that. This is in someone else's residence. Don't make trouble. Have you heard?" Su Xieyue angrily pulled her collar.

"Don't worry, don't cause trouble!" Xia Wuxin craned her neck and looked away, then hurriedly said goodbye to Su Xieyue, and then ran across the corridor in stride.

What happened that day had been boring in her heart, and she was very uncomfortable if she didn't get an answer. Before, she couldn't see Song Yubai in Pingfeng Mountain, and now she doesn't have that little girl guarding the door, which is a great opportunity.

There was no window at the end of the corridor, and it was dim and quiet. Song Yubai was quite satisfied, so he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, a foot suddenly appeared behind him and steadily leaned against the door. Then a slender figure flashed past. When he fixed his eyes, one person was already sitting on the chaise couch, threw the baggage aside, and yawned. .

The man was wearing a blue long dress with a white silk tie tied around his waist, and his outer garment was opened and slid to the ground.

She had dark eyes with black hair, but her face was shiny white, a few tangled hairs dangled from her forehead, and her eyes were choked with tears when she yawned.

"Xia Wuxin?" Song Yubai's expressionless face finally loosened a little. She squeezed the door frame and gradually raised her brows, "What are you doing?"

"Hasn't Mr. Cai been heard? There are few rooms here, so you need a room for two." Xia Wuxin pretended to be serious.

"Go out." Song Yubai was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he said coldly, opened the door and turned his body sideways.

"The bed in this room is big enough to sleep two people. The husband is not a girl, and he pays attention to whether men and women are taught or not. It's okay to let me sleep for one night." Seeing Song Yubai drive her away, Xia Wuxin slapped her up and lay down directly. The imperial concubine can't afford it.

"You're presumptuous!" Song Yubai had anger in her eyes, and she breathed back, "If you don't get out, I will ask someone to carry it."

After that, she turned around, raised her leg and walked out of the door. Xia Wuxin jumped up and blocked the door. Song Yubai almost ran into her, stepped back a few steps quickly, and held a corner of the screen.

Rao was as indifferent as Song Yubai, and his cheeks were flushed with anger.

Xia Wuxin just wanted to figure out who the person in her dream was, and didn't really want to provoke Song Yubai, so she rolled her eyes, suddenly lowered the corners of her eyes, and looked aggrieved.

"Sir, I really have nowhere to sleep. Senior sister is a woman and cannot live with me. I can't find Wei Yili. Xia Zheng and they hate me secretly. If I live with them, even if I don’t know how to live with them. If you are bullied, you will surely be scammed at night."

She has long eyelashes, and her eyes are drooping, which is really pitiful.

Although Song Yubai was still angry, he did not speak again.

Upon seeing this, Xia Wuxin hurriedly continued his efforts, squeezing his eyes vigorously, trying to squeeze out the tears that had just been yawning: "Magic artifacts are extremely important to the cultivator. If I don't have a place to sleep today, what if I can't find a magical weapon tomorrow? Is good."

"My father didn't like me, he was very strict with me. If he couldn't get a magic weapon, he would definitely be punished severely."

Xia Wuxin bit her lips tightly, trying to make herself look helpless.

"Don't pretend." Song Yubai finished listening quietly.

"You are such a stubborn person, can you still be bullied?" Song Yubai glanced at her, turned around, bent down, hooked the parcel on the ground with his slender fingers, and put it on the table.

Having said that, she still didn't drive her out again, instead she walked to the bed in silence and sat down with her robe.

Xia Wuxin was overjoyed when she saw this, so she closed the door briskly.

Song Yubai, as expected, was only indifferent on the surface, she thought to herself.

"Only this night, you are not allowed to step in again, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." Song Yubai said.

"That's natural, just one night!" Xia Wuxin grinned and stepped forward, but was stopped by Song Yubai.

"I said, I don't like contact with people, you are only allowed to lie down on the chaise couch, and get out if there is a little overstepping." Song Yubai said coldly.

She didn't want to look at Xia Wuxin anymore, she reached out and took a side of the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and exhaled.

How could there be such a person in the world, she frowned, rubbing her fingertips on the edge of the tea cup.

"A chaise longue is a chaise longue." Xia Wuxin muttered to himself, and slowly sat down, but couldn't help but look at Song Yubai involuntarily, and traced her face carefully, looking for traces of resemblance to the person in her dream.

The room calmed down quickly, and Song Yubai took another book, leaned against the bed and turned it over, drinking tea without saying a word.

After a while, Xia Wuxin became bored, and she simply sat down cross-legged, swallowing her inner breath. For the magic weapon of tomorrow, it would be good to sharpen her sword.

After an unknown period of time, the sky gradually dimmed, and Xia Wuxin had already dredged the veins, and then opened his eyes, suddenly feeling clear and clear.

After the body was clean, she suddenly felt that her body was very sticky. She had just rushed under the sun and sweated a lot. Now the discomfort is more obvious.

She touched her arm in disgust, thinking about fetching water and taking a bath, then got up and went to bed. When she was about to go out, she suddenly thought about it.

The male disciples in the mountains often bathe together in the river. Although Xia Wuxin will always avoid it, she knows that this is very common for people who are also men.

She looked back at Song Yubai, and saw that she was still in the same posture as before. The hot tea in her hand was cold, but she was still reading a book.

"Sir, the weather is sultry, why don't I fetch some water and bathe together?"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Yubai shook his hand and spilled half of the herbal tea.