Jingjie told the story of Jingchang and General Chenguang all the way, and Nanqing listened to it on the side, without saying a word, his expression was solemn, and he fell into contemplation.

"Master, what's wrong?" Jing Jie raised his head slightly, not understanding Nanqing's worries.

"Chang'er, you like General Chenguang, right?"

"Yes, Jingchang said that I like General Chenguang very much. What's wrong, Master? ”

"Nothing." Nan Qing smiled slightly at Jing Jie. Maybe this is the fate of the Moxian Sect family, love and love, after all, love is not love. General Chenguang's father used to be the most powerful general accepted by the immortal lord of Nan Mian, the two are like-minded, as close and friendly as brothers, about General Chenguang's life experience, I am afraid that Nanqing is more familiar with than General Chenguang's mother, it is precisely because he knows the future fate of General Chenguang, so he is worried that Jing Chang will fall deeper and deeper, and he will eventually hurt himself.

Nanqing was depressed in his heart, turned his head to look, only to find that the young man next to him was gone, turned around, and found Jingjie standing in place, his head turned to the side, looking at the side of the road intently, Nanqing followed his gaze and looked over, only to find that it was he who saw the grandfather who sold sugar gourds and chestnut cakes on the side of the road again.

"Wait for me, I'll go." Nan Qing walked over and patted Jing Jie's arm, Jing Jie glared and nodded happily at Nan Qing.

Looking at the thousands of years of history of Moxian Gate, I don't know when and what events began, there is a tradition, that is, to try to look at beauty and beauty. But as a famous and decent family, Wangmo Xianmen's pursuit of beauty is by no means the kind of filthy place where he is obsessed with lust and singing and dancing. Rather, it is said that the people here strive for beauty in everything, looking at the outside of China and the United States, and also paying attention to the inside of beauty. Tens of thousands of immortal cultivators supported the face of Wangmo Xianmen, and looked up, and the most pleasing among the nine immortal families was none other than Wangmo Xianmen. This kind of atmosphere of looking at China and the United States spreads among the people, that is, on the street, if people see a beautiful son or girl, they can give melons, fruits and flowers to show their favor for his beauty. This Kyushu is so big, but it seems that there is no other Xianmen family in addition to Wangmo Xianmen has such an obsessive pursuit of beauty, and the folk emperors feel that this is also a Xianmen characteristic, so they set up two festivals, one is March 16 every year, Pan'an Festival, and the other is October 16 every year, the Concubine's Festival, the former is a show of favor to a beautiful man, and the latter is a show of favor to a beautiful woman.

Nanqing and Jingjie were both happy when they went out today, regardless of it, after all, the first move of the double-edged sword technique was the most difficult to learn, and it was for a young junior like Jingjie who was not very high in cultivation. The two of them were in a hurry when they went out, and they didn't have time to talk to Senior Brother Qingyun. When Jingjie went out on weekdays, he had to report to Senior Brother Qingyun first, and Senior Brother Qingyun asked him, but today, Jingjie and Nanqing didn't care about it, and they came out without any preparation.

Jingjie forgot to wear a cloak today.

Today, March 16.

"Little boy!" Jingjie heard a woman's voice coming from behind him, probably calling himself, so he looked back.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world. The young man's hurried glance amazed the spring that had not yet fully woken up in Nebula Harbor, and awakened the hearts of those girls who were still sleeping in winter. Behind Jingjie was a group of crazy women, carrying baskets filled with fruits and flowers, and they ran towards them while shouting, and held up the gifts they wanted to give to the little boy. Jing Jie had never been allowed to go out by Senior Brother Qingyun on this day, nor had he dared to walk on the street so openly and boldly without a cloak, although he had heard of such a tradition of Wangmo Xianmen, but he had never really felt it, he was frightened in place, and before he could ask the master for help, he spread his legs and prepared to run.

This is often the case on the occasion of a beautiful man running madly on the road, with a group of crazy and fanatical women rushing behind.

It is very simple for the immortal to escape with some immortal magic casually, but it is a pity that Jingjie has completely forgotten that he is a half-immortal, and simply thinks that he can run past the group of women who are in heat with his two legs. When Nan Qing took the chestnut cake and sugar gourd and turned around to look for his apprentice, he found that the person was gone, it didn't matter if he turned around, the women who were left behind saw that they couldn't catch up with the beautiful little boy, and when they wanted to find another target, they saw Nanqing, the former is a lively and vivid beauty, and the latter is a cold and arrogant beauty - the hungry wolves saw the fat fresh meat, Nanqing fortunately reacted before everyone pounced, and was ready to escape, He grabbed the sugar gourd and chestnut cake in his hand, and ran away, thinking while running, today is the Pan'an Festival, and he has not returned to Xingyungang for many years, and he dares to forget such an important festival, Jingjie went out today without a cloak, I am afraid that it has been seen by those women and caught up, the more Nanqing thinks about it, the more annoyed he becomes, and he can't wait to smash two bags on his head.

Jingjie turned into an alley, and the women behind him were thrown away by herself, but there were some who were not discouraged and had flexible legs and feet, and still chased after her angrily. Jing Jie felt that he was running out of strength and was desperate, when suddenly someone in the alley on the right stretched out his hand and dragged himself in, and then suddenly a white veil fell from the sky and covered his head tightly.

"You ......"

"Don't make a sound." Jing Jie originally thought that his master had come to save him, but listening to this voice, he was not familiar with it.

The fanatical woman flew here and around like a headless fly, and couldn't find the little boy she liked, so she threw away her basket in great annoyance, scattered flowers and fruits on the ground, crossed her waist and scolded in place for a long time, and finally picked up the scattered things on the ground, praised the basket again, and prepared to find the next poor beautiful boy.

Jing Jie watched them go, let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to thank the kind son.

"Thank you, Childe, for saving your life." Jing Jie raised his hand at the man very obediently.

"No need, Childe is beautiful, next time I go out, Wanwang will wear a cloak."

Jing nodded his head and went to lift his veil, the veil was soft and very large, and the boy saw that he was struggling to lift it, so he went up and took off the veil, and Jingjie's face was completely exposed in front of him.

Jingjie also saw the appearance of the son, dressed in red, with a red hairband, covered with a veil on his face, only a pair of eyes and eyebrows were exposed, between the eyebrows, it was a familiar feeling that Jingjie could not say, the son was equipped with a sword, hanging on the left waist, looking at the luster of the sword, it was a rare good sword. Childe's aura is strong, and it can be seen that he is a person who cultivates immortals.

"Childe, what's wrong with Childe?" Jing Jie watched the boy just staring at himself, his eyes slowly turned red, and he didn't speak, just like the scene when he saw the master for the first time that day.

"Ah...... I haven't asked Childe's name yet. ”

"Jingjie."

"Down, Molu." After Mo Lu finished speaking, he looked at the young man's reaction, and the young man frowned and looked into his eyes, as if he was trying to remember, but he just couldn't remember.

"Where did I see Childe?"

When Mo Lu just wanted to say something more, he suddenly sensed a familiar and powerful aura behind him, and he pulled out the rainbow fire, but he didn't unsheath it, but simply raised it for defense.

"Nanqing Immortal, it's me." The moment Mo Lu turned around, he took off his veil, revealing a completely beautiful face.

"Master! When Jing Jie looked back, he found that the master had also put on a veil for himself, and his eyes were shining with a vicious light. After experiencing the incident of being chased during the Pan'an Festival, it is really a long memory - if you have a bit of posture, whether you are a man or a woman, it is better to wear a veil when you go to the street.

"Molu? Why are you here? Nan Qing first dragged Jingjie behind him, and then asked about Molu.

Mo Lu didn't seem to want to answer this question very much, and he couldn't think of a suitable answer for a long time, so he simply changed the question: "Why don't you tell me when the Nanqing Immortal asks, you are the master, I am a friend, and he is back, can't I know?" Molu originally wanted to say, "I am a close friend", but after glancing at Jingjie, who was standing aside and unreasonable, he remembered Lin Yan's various misunderstandings about him before his death, and he was still embarrassed to say so.

"Without this meaning, I will naturally tell you about the difficulties." Nanqing made a color at Mo Lu, Mo Lu nodded in understanding, only Jing Jie on one side, shook his head slightly, looked at this side, and then looked there, I don't know what kind of dumb riddle these two adults are playing.

Lin Yan before, he was only a little shorter than Nanqing, but now that he has been reincarnated, Jingjie is young and has not fully grown up, so he is actually a head shorter than Nanqing, and now Jingjie is a child whose height and mind are immature, and he not only can't understand what adults say, but also tilts his head to listen.

In order to enter the friendship of the landlords, Nanqing took Molu back to Xianfu, and along the way, the three big men wore veils and cowered, like thieves, not wanting people to see their true appearance. Nan Qing led Molu to meet with the Immortal Lord of Nan Mian. Jing Jie and Senior Brother Qingyun talked eloquently about what they had encountered on the road today, thinking that it was to make Qingyun happy, but Qingyun wanted to go to the Nanqing Immortal to settle accounts, and Jingjie stopped him for a long time before he reluctantly stopped.

"For whom?"

"Mr. Destiny."