Jun Bi raised his eyes and found that Mu Jingheng had come to her side at some point, holding an emerald jade flute in his hand, and looking at her indifferently.

"I didn't dare to disturb you." Junbi was a little aggrieved and muttered quietly.

Mu Jingheng glanced at her, didn't intend to pay attention, turned around and prepared to leave. As soon as he took a step, he seemed to think of something and stopped, coughed lightly, and turned around.

A crystal clear ball was thrown into Jun Bi's arms by Mu Jingheng. Jun Bi was slightly stunned and subconsciously caught it.

The whole body of the ball is cool, as if condensed into ice crystals, and after touching the hand, it feels peaceful, which is similar to this ethereal spring.

"I don't like to owe people." Mu Jingheng said, and his figure turned into green smoke and disappeared instantly.

Junbi couldn't calm down for a while, and looked at the pure ball and continued to be in a daze. This...... It seems to be Mu Jingheng's return gift to her.

Junbi often visits Luoxia Peak, and Mu Jingheng is much calmer when she suddenly appears.

Mu Jingjue has a very close relationship with Junbi, in addition to teaching Yun Guixiu every day, he just watched her go back and forth, but he just glanced at her and stopped looking at her.

As for Mu Jingheng, as long as Junbi doesn't disturb his cultivation, he doesn't bother to care about other things. Just like when Yun Guixiu came to apprentice, he was just troublesome to mortals.

Junbi gave Mu Jingheng a different feeling from others, she knew how to observe words and feelings, and would only come over when he was resting, say some interesting things about the mortal demon world, or just bring him some spiritual fruits. Although he often appears by his side, he is not overly close to flattery. As time went by, he gradually got used to it.

Mu Jingheng also once asked Junbi why he always likes to run to him. Jun Bi just smiled lightly and said casually: "Because I think Xianjun is good." ”

As for what was so good, Junbi didn't say it clearly, and Mu Jingheng didn't ask anymore, but just acquiesced in her arrival. After all, the spirit fruit was indeed what Mu Jingheng needed, and he did not hesitate to give Junbi the same reward.

One day, Mu Jingheng made progress again, and the breakthrough in cultivation made him feel quite happy.

He reclined on the branches of the trunk, one of his slender legs slightly bent and the other drooping. The hair was smoothly spread on the back, and a few strands of broken hair were scattered at the corners of the forehead, but they could not cover the elegant and handsome eyebrows. The pale blue eyes are like a dream, and when you look into it, it looks like a pool of crystal clear water.

Mu Jingheng raised the jade flute, put it to his lips, and gently closed his eyes. The melodious sound of the flute reverberates between the heavens and the earth, immersing the listener and fascinated by it.

Junbi, who was combing his hair by the lake, heard it and couldn't help but look up at Mu Jingheng on the tree. The feather coat is fluttering, and the jade luan is still solemn, worthy of being an immortal.

Accompanied by the flute sound of Mu Jingheng, every grass and tree on Luoxia Peak, springs, mountains and stones, seem to be alive. Colorful butterflies fluttering, birds singing in unison, all in response to his music.

Junbi himself is a spirit snake, and listening to Qingyue's flute, he can't help but want to dance.

She tucked her hair back to the back of her neck, and the white veil flowed around her. The dance of the snake girl has always been enchanting. The slender waist, jade arms and wrists, and even the plain white fingertips are dancing with the music, soft as boneless, lingering and compassionate.

The waist-length hair also has water droplets, and every rotation makes the water droplets scatter sporadically, like crystal pearls, falling on the sparkling lake.

The flute is accompanied by Junbi's dancing, which becomes more and more tactful and complements each other.

Junbi was in a happy mood, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were soaked with a touching smile, enchanting and charming, integrated into the bone marrow, and spread to the light fingertips.

She jumped up, and the snake's tail escaped like smoke, and the mist dissipated, revealing a pair of beautiful legs like mutton fat jade. The ankles are slender and the feet are like lotuses, and they are lightly placed on the water, as if walking on the ground.

Junbi danced with his heart, rejoicing, as if he was tireless. The flute and dance continued for a long time before it gradually subsided, and finally stopped.

Junbi was lying on the fresh grass, his chest heaving and panting slightly, but he was still smiling.

Mu Jingheng put away the jade flute, floated down from the tree, and happened to come to Junbi's side.

Junbi knew who it was, so she still closed her eyes slightly, and didn't deliberately open them to see, there were thin droplets of water hanging on her eyelashes, shining with a hazy afterglow.

The corners of Junbi's mouth hooked an undispersed smile, and said: "This song should only exist in the sky, and Xianjun is really hidden." ”

Maybe it was the dance that made Mu Jingheng's heart a little softer, his voice was not as cold as usual, with a slight warmth, "Naturally." ”

In the days when Mu Jingheng was cultivating immortals, although he was accompanied by Mu Jingjue, most of the time the two were relatively silent. The two have become immortals, and they are in the same Qingdusk Mountain, but the communication is becoming less and less. Mu Jingjue occasionally goes to the world to wander around, but Mu Jingheng is not half interested in it.

Mu Jingheng's gaze moved down, landing on Junbi's white feet soaked in the spring water, and couldn't help but move slightly in his heart, "Why do you want to be a demon?" ”

He didn't know much about the past between Junbi and Mu Jingjue, but Junbi Lingtai was clear and not as dirty as other demons. Otherwise, she would have been miserable in the ethereal spring, and how could she be so like a fish in water? In Mu Jingheng's opinion, it should be easier for Junbi to cultivate immortals.

Jun Bi's smile froze for a moment, and his expression was gloomy, "Demons and immortals, it's just a thought." "Where is she a demon, she is just a demon immortal.

Mu Jingheng chewed Jun Bi's words repeatedly, but he was still confused. The biggest difference between him and Mu Jingjue Chengxian is that he abandoned the seven emotions and six desires at the beginning, and devoted himself to cultivation from the beginning, without other distracting thoughts.

"In a flash?" Mu Jingheng seemed to be muttering, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

"Disturbed by love, trapped by love. I used to put my heart in the wrong place to be hurt. It's also that I can't see it, so I let go of the demons and fall to this. Junbi looked sideways at Mu Jingheng and said leisurely.

"In that case, you are ruthless." Mu Jingheng frowned lightly between his eyebrows, and said it plainly. He didn't understand why there was such a complicated expression on Jun Bi's face, remembrance, sadness, hatred, and sadness were mixed together, and they couldn't be distinguished, but they were obviously all negative emotions, which made people a little uncomfortable to watch.

Jun Bi suddenly chuckled, and the haze on his face immediately dissipated, "Immortal Jun, you have cultivated so far, you must have never known what a love tribulation is, right?" She smiled with crooked eyebrows, and there was a pure color between her eyebrows, as if she was still the little spirit snake that had just been conceived in the spirit pool.

"I'm not tempted, I'm naturally ruthless." Mu Jingheng replied indifferently, and his expression changed back to his cold appearance in the past.

Jun Bi's dark eyes rolled slightly, and he cautiously approached Mu Jingheng. When he didn't react, he leaned close to his ear and said softly, "If yes...... Are you emotional? "Will it be like Mu Jingjue, cut off the love thread and abandon love?

"In this world, no one can make me emotional." Mu Jingheng was quite disdainful.

The corners of Jun Bi's mouth raised, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Mu Jingheng's shoulder, and the strange cold fragrance invaded the air around him strongly. Between breaths, it's all her breath.