"I heard that Si Tiantai is establishing a sect. I have a special gift to offer. I wonder who in Si Tiantai dares to accept it?"
Above the rosy clouds, the mist condensed into a long seat. An unruly figure dressed in a seven-colored robe reclined on the seat. He supported his chin with his hand and looked down from above. Although his demeanor was calm, his long and narrow eyes were full of disdain. Because of his posture, the light clouds had the majesty of Mount Tai, fiercely pressing down on the hearts of everyone present. The person who came was the Young Master Peacock, Young Master Ling.
One was dressed in light yellow, quiet and gentle, the other was dressed in a tight crimson dress, capable and neat, like orchids in spring and chrysanthemums in autumn. They each had their own advantages. They were Chu Song and Qin Feng of the Three Beauties of Elegance.
Everyone was surprised that Young Master Ling, who had always been independent, suddenly came to visit. Mu Zixuan seemed to have expected it. She cupped her hands and bowed, "Young Master is too polite. Previously, I set up a trap to kill the Blue-eyed Fox Hu Bugui. Thanks to Young Master's help, Hu Bugui died. I have not repaid Young Master's kindness. How can I accept Young Master's gift now?"
A cold light flashed in Young Master Ling's eyes. He pondered, "Wrong. My gift is only yours if you can accept it. If you can't … "
"So what if I can't?"
Young Master Peacock sneered, "Then, it will be my gift to the next master of Si Tiantai!"
"If that's the case, then I have no choice but to accept it. Young Master, please!" As soon as he said 'please', Mu Zixuan fully circulated his Violet Myrtle True Qi, causing specks of light to revolve around him like specks of starlight.
Gongzi Ling's seven-colored robe fluttered even though there was no wind. A monstrous pressure pressed down on everyone, as if a storm was brewing. Just as everyone was holding their breath in concentration, they heard Gongzi Ling chuckle. In an instant, it was as if the sky had cleared after the rain. Everyone's heart lightened, and the pressure vanished like smoke in thin air. "Ha, a beauty is in front of me. How can I be the first?" Young Master Ling looked down and smiled, "It's been a long time. Master Gongsun's beauty is even better than before."
"Young Master, you must be joking. Twilight makes people grow old. What beauty can an old man have?"
A slightly hoarse but magnetic voice sounded. Following Young Master Ling's gaze, three figures walked over from the end of the stairs.
The leader was a beautiful woman dressed in palace attire. She was also the one who spoke just now. Although she claimed that she was no longer young, time did not leave a single trace on her face. Her face was like a peach or a plum, and her smile was beautiful. She did not lose to a beautiful woman in her twenties. Only her eyes, which were as deep as a pool of water, had accumulated the mature charm of a young girl. Although she was just walking leisurely, every step she took was as graceful as a dance. She was First Madame Gongsun, Gongsun Lan, the only person in the world who entered the Dao through dancing.
Beside Gongsun Lan, there was an old servant and a young girl. When Gongzi Ling looked at the old servant again, his face turned cold and he taunted, "And you, old sword slave, long time no see, why are you still pestering Lady Gongsun?"
Everyone was shocked again. Apart from Yu Wenfeng, there was no other servant in the world who could make the arrogant Gongzi Ling take the initiative to greet her. Yu Wenfeng answered stiffly and honestly: "She has something that I pursue."
When everyone heard this, even though they knew that he was the Sword God of the present age, they couldn't help but chuckle. Gongzi Ling even shook his head and said with a smile, "I say you're crazy, but you're not. Lady Gongsun, are you used to such caring words?"
"If he really learns to be like Young Master, I will not be used to it …" First Madame Gongsun was also a woman who was used to romance. A trace of sadness flashed across her beautiful eyes, but she smiled lightly and changed the topic. She turned to Mu Zixuan and said, "I have something to ask from this Master Mu. Since Young Master Peacock has let me come first, I will not be courteous."
Facing First Madame Gongsun's scrutinizing gaze, Mu Zixuan was unperturbed and said, "If Lady Gongsun wishes to avenge Yaoyu's death, there is no need for that. Although Yaoyu died because of me, it was also her doing. Whether for public or private reasons, I have a clear conscience. If Lady Gongsun wishes to shield her just because she entered the Twelve Red Pavilions, I don't mind telling everyone about her scheme and letting everyone here judge for themselves!"
"Whether for public or private reasons, you have a clear conscience. Then, what about love? Do you also have no regrets? " First Madame Gongsun raised her brows. Her words were as sharp as a knife. Mu Zixuan could not help but be dazed. In her mind, the lonely red figure who fought against the heavens and soared above thousands of beauties appeared again. She could not help but feel a pain in her heart.
"Yaoyu may have been a member of the Red Pavilions, but as you said, her death was her own doing. It is not within the scope of the Twelve Red Pavilions' vengeance. So today, I am not here to avenge Yaoyu." First Madame Gongsun moved to the side again, revealing the slender figure of a young girl hidden behind her. "And the one who is here to avenge Yaoyu is not me …"
One was the Master of the Twelve Red Pavilions, the unfathomable Daoist Dancer Gongsun Lan. The other was a Heavenly Path cultivator, the peerless Sword God who stood proudly at the peak. Both of them coming together was enough to attract everyone's attention. Even though the young girl who came with them was also beautiful, no one had the leisure to look at her. It was only when the young girl walked out from behind First Madame Gongsun that everyone began to notice her.
Except for one person …
From the moment she appeared, First Madame Gongsun, Young Master Peacock, and Yu Wenfeng were all thrown to the back of her mind. In Ying Feiyang's world, she was the only one.
After not seeing her for half a year, she had become more beautiful and colder. Her elegant and refined face seemed to be shrouded in a faint, indescribable sorrow. But her long, curved eyelashes, and her distinct black and white phoenix eyes were as cold as a knife!
Ying Feiyang watched as she walked to Mu Zixuan. Suppressing his hatred, he stretched out his suet, jade-like palm and said coldly, "The knife was given to me by Elder Sister. You are not worthy to keep it. Return it!"
Mu Zixuan let out a long sigh, and with a wave of his hand, a sparkling and translucent snow white exquisite long saber that looked like a pile of snow appeared.
The knife was named Xuanying. It was originally a pair with a green knife named Bi Ning, which was named Yue. It was given to her two daughters by the former Valley Lord of Sky Incense Valley, Ji Wuhui. Later, because Ji Yaoyue was used to using two knives, her sister gave the white knife Xuanying, which belonged to her, to Ji Yaoyue.
Later, because of the changes on the night of the Zhongyuan Festival, the 'Xuanying' was left behind by Ji Yaoyue. It fell into the hands of her sister, Ji Yaoyu. Ji Yaoyu danced with the knife passionately. After that, she died, leaving only the knife.
Mu Zixuan did not know why he kept the knife. In order to keep the knife by his side, he did not hesitate to refine it. But now, Ji Yaoyue was here for the knife. He did not force it. He quietly erased the imprint of his divine sense and returned the knife.
When the knife left her hand, Mu Zixuan felt a sense of loss. Ji Yaoyue took the knife and caressed the blade. There were tears in her eyes, but they were quickly burned away by the fire of hatred. She stared at Mu Zixuan fiercely and said, "One day, I will take your life with this knife." After saying that, she turned around and left.
"Yue 'er …" Mu Zixuan suddenly called out to Ji Yaoyue. "Before you can do it, you should keep these words in your heart. Apart from making people wary, there is no benefit. Yaoyu, she will not make such a mistake. "
Ji Yaoyue stopped in her tracks. She suddenly turned around and performed a standard lady's bow.
"Yue 'er has remembered it. Thank you for your advice ~"
"Brother-in-law ~"
After the bow, she returned to First Madame Gongsun without looking back. And Ying Feiyang, who was in the crowd, did not have the chance to meet her eyes from beginning to end.
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