"I'm sorry, Xiaoyao. That Fufeng Of Gojoseon is targeting you because of me. It has nothing to do with you."
Luo Xiangling had an apologetic look on her face.
After all, no one would want to become enemies with a quasi-Immortal-level expert.
Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, was an undeserved calamity.
Just because he was close to Luo Xiangling, he was targeted by the Fufeng Of Gojoseon.
"Senior Xiangling, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault." Jun Xiaoyao smiled slightly.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's attitude, Luo Xiangling sighed inwardly.
If it were other outstanding geniuses who suffered such an undeserved calamity, they would probably be furious and infuriated.
But Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm and restrained.
Luo Xiangling admired this kind of character.
"I haven't discussed Dao with you for a long time. Ever since I discussed with you, I don't want to communicate with others." Luo Xiangling chuckled.
This was also the reason why she didn't participate in the ancient Supreme Dao Discussion.
She felt that communicating with those people was not as beneficial as communicating with Jun Xiaoyao.
"Then it's my honor." Jun Xiaoyao also smiled.
The two were about to enter the room.
But at this moment, a scroll of paper accidentally slipped out of Jun Xiaoyao's sleeve and fell to the ground.
"Hmm?"
Luo Xiangling noticed.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression changed slightly, and he bent down to pick it up.
But that scroll of paper flew into Luo Xiangling's hand.
"This is …" Luo Xiangling's beautiful eyes had a hint of curiosity.
"Senior Xiangling, this …" Jun Xiaoyao revealed a hint of apprehension at the right time.
Luo Xiangling, on the other hand, was curious and unfolded the scroll.
Then, as if struck by lightning, she stood motionless on the spot.
On the drawing paper was a woman standing by the banks of a river.
She was dressed in a smoky long dress and her belt fluttered in the wind. She was as graceful as a fairy who wanted to ride the wind.
Autumn water as divine jade as bones, hibiscus like a face, willow like eyebrows.
Her eyes sparkled as she gazed into the distance.
It was an extremely beautiful painting of a beauty.
It could be said that any man who saw a peerless beauty like a fairy in a painting would be intoxicated and fascinated.
More importantly, it wasn't just a painting.
The woman in the painting and the river seemed to be moving.
This was a technique that had been infused with spiritual energy and Daoist Rhymes. Anyone who saw it would be able to comprehend it!
"This … this is me?"
Luo Xiangling was stunned.
The woman in the painting was herself?
However, Luo Xiangling was unable to calm down.
Under the painting of the peerless beauty, there was a dense inscription.
"Luoshen Fu …"
Luo Xiangling murmured.
"Its shape is also like a graceful swan, graceful like a swimming dragon, glorious like an autumn chrysanthemum, magnificent like a spring pine."
"Looking at it from afar, it's as bright as the sun rising at dawn. Looking at it from afar, it's as bright as a lotus flower."
"The cloud bun is lofty, and the eyebrows are beautiful. Red lips are bright on the outside, white teeth are fresh on the inside, bright eyes are good, and dimples support the power. "
"Turning round, the face is smooth and jade. The words are not spoken, and the breath is like an orchid. Beautiful and graceful, making me forget to eat. "
Luo Xiangling muttered silently, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.
The person in the painting was beautiful.
The poem was even more amazing.
It was hard to imagine that such a shocking poem would come from the hands of a young man.
And what made Luo Xiangling's heart tremble even more was that.
On this painting, there was a drop of blood that was exceptionally dazzling.
What did this mean?
It meant that the person who drew this painting and wrote this poem had spent a lot of effort.
Otherwise, every stroke wouldn't contain Daoist Rhymes.
"Xiaoyao, you …"
Luo Xiangling looked at Jun Xiaoyao, and her sparkling eyes trembled slightly.
Jun Xiaoyao had worked so hard for this poem and painting.
If it were any other woman, her heart wouldn't be calm.
"I'm sorry, I took the liberty to inscribe and paint for Senior Xiangling. It's rude to Senior." Jun Xiaoyao showed a hint of apprehension at the right time.
"No, the painting is very good, and the poem is also very good. I didn't expect that Xiaoyao, you are not only talented, but also have such a stunning talent."
Luo Xiangling seemed to have gotten to know Jun Xiaoyao again.
Not only was he peerless in appearance and monstrous talent.
But he also had such amazing talent.
That painting and that poem were definitely not something that ordinary people could do.
To be honest, even Luo Xiangling couldn't believe that the painting and poem were about her.
What made Luo Xiangling's heart skip a beat even more was that.
Why did Jun Xiaoyao make this poem and painting?
Could it be because …
"Xiaoyao, can you give this to me?" Luo Xiangling asked.
"This … Senior, if you don't mind, of course." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Don't call me Senior, just call me by my name." Luo Xiangling said.
"Okay, Xiangling." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
Hearing this address, Luo Xiangling's heart suddenly jumped, and then he turned around and said.
"You go and cultivate first, I'll discuss the Dao with you later."
After saying that, Luo Xiangling hurried back to his room.
Looking at Luo Xiangling's departing figure, the touch of apprehension on Jun Xiaoyao's face dissipated.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Naturally, he had done all of this on purpose.
From painting to inscribing the poem to dripping a drop of his heart's blood.
Then he deliberately pretended to accidentally fall out and be seen by Luo Xiangling.
Jun Xiaoyao had meticulously planned every step of the way.
He didn't hope to completely capture Luo Xiangling.
As long as he could bravely step forward to help him if he encountered any danger in the future, that would be enough.
The power of a pseudo Immortal was immeasurable.
"Although I've already reached this step, I still don't know what Luo Xiangling's true attitude towards me is."
"It's time to test it." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.
He had a new plan.
The reason why Jun Xiaoyao spent so much effort to rope in Luo Xiangling.
It was because he had a premonition that he would definitely stir up a huge storm in the Foreign Realm.
At that time, he needed a top expert to stand behind him.
If it was in the Immortal Domain, Jun Xiaoyao naturally wouldn't need to spend so much effort to borrow power.
With just a casual sentence, who knew how many experts would be willing to stand behind Jun Xiaoyao.
But this was the Foreign Realm after all, the Jun Family's hand couldn't reach here.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Luo Xiangling, who returned to her room, felt her heart pounding.
This was a feeling she had never felt before.
She once again looked at the woman in the painting, as well as the inscription.
The more she looked, the happier she felt.
If someone praised her beauty or something in front of her.
Luo Xiangling would instead feel a bit disgusted.
For example, Fufeng Of Gojoseon was like this in the past.
And this kind of method, it had to be said that it completely struck Luo Xiangling's heart.
"Am I really that beautiful?"
Looking at the beautiful woman standing gracefully by the river bank in the painting, Luo Xiangling's beautiful eyes couldn't help but become blurred.
She was a bit dazed.
What kind of deity painted this, to be able to depict this kind of beauty?
"Xiaoyao is indeed very interesting." Luo Xiangling muttered inwardly.
A touch of moving red clouds appeared on her incomparably beautiful dimples.
In the following period of time.
Jun Xiaoyao had been staying in Luo Xiangling's courtyard.
This place was filled with dragon qi, which was also helpful for Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation.
Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling also discussed the Dao from time to time.
When they were in the mood, they would even recite poems, paint, and play the zither.
Jun Xiaoyao's Dao of the Zither once again amazed Luo Xiangling.
The sound of the zither was like the sound of nature, fused with the Dao, refreshing the heart.
In Luo Xiangling's eyes, Jun Xiaoyao was simply a boy who was a treasure waiting to be unearthed.
The relationship between the two of them naturally became more and more harmonious.
There was even a trace of the feeling of an immortal couple in love.
Amidst this leisurely atmosphere, Ye Zichen smiled.
Mu Lao arrived with a somewhat serious expression and told Jun Xiaoyao a piece of news.
"Prince Mo Jie of the Mojie Imperial Family is about to awaken. There is already news that Prince Mo Jie is going to fight with Xiaoyao on Mount War God."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host. The new check-in location has been refreshed. Please check-in at Mount War God!"
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