There is a dancing girl in the city, with a peerless appearance, excellent dancing skills, and a mystery of her life experience. Wearing a blue skirt, because it can make light skills above the yarn practice, floating like snow sprinkled on the cold river, known as "Snow Ji".

What people don't know is that her original name is Jiang Xue, and she is the only junior sister of Jiang Yue, a great disciple of the Daomen today.

She was originally an abandoned baby left at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and she was occasionally picked up by Xuanji Zhenren, and was accepted under the door to teach practice. The true humane law is through the sky, and it is famous in the Six Realms, and he has only accepted two disciples in his life, one Jiang Yue, and the other is Jiang Xue.

Hua Yue came to her, just to know that the spell in Ah Qing's body was sealed by Jiang Yue, and she couldn't use it at all, and there was no one in the world who could solve the seal, only Jiang Xue, the junior sister who came to her.

It is said that this Jiang Xue was originally gifted and cultivated, and she was not inferior to her senior brother, and she originally intended to set up another sect after her senior brother took charge of the sect and blessed future generations, but for some reason she categorically returned to the vulgar and lost her news. No one would have thought that she would hide her identity and fall into the dust.

"Do you remember everything I said?"

"Remember, remember."

As the saying goes, "A man cannot be a person, and the sea cannot be measured". Ah Qing really believed it this time, how could a woman who looked so unworldly and untouched be so vicious? Human life is in her mouth, as if it is like an ant. Even if she really wants to kill, her cultivation is already invincible, so why should she look for herself who doesn't know anything? Could it be that there is something else hidden in this matter?

It is true that Ah Qing will never kill people, she does not think that she has the right to deprive others of their lives at will, this era still has a barbaric and bloodthirsty feudal spirit compared to the 21st century. Before she came, she also clearly told Hua Ye that she would not accept such a task as killing, but Hua Ye asked her to pretend to agree first and adapt to the situation.

"You stay for the past few days, and it will take a few days to unseal your body, so accompany me to relieve your boredom."

Boredom? In this kind of place?

"Yes, yes!" Hua Ye came out of nowhere, with a shy face.

Ah Qing was angry and grabbed his ears:

"You're big!"

"Oops...... Pain Pain Pain Pain ......"

Yukihime ignored them and asked instead, "Is there any news?" ”

"It's in the cabinet."

"Okay." Yukihime stood up and beckoned to her, "Come here." ”

A-Qing obediently complied, and Xue Ji led her to sit down, and the two of them were facing the bronze mirror.

She leaned over and leaned over Ah Qing's ear: "When I danced in front of me, I used to cover my face with blue veil, and today, let the guests in this city see what I look like." ”

Cold fingers slid across Ah Qing's face, Ah Qing didn't dare to move, this feeling was very uncomfortable, and when he blinked, he opened it again, and Xue Ji's face in the mirror became exactly the same as himself.

"From now on, you're Yukihime."

"Go ahead." Xue Ji gently pushed, Ah Qing came to the corridor like a dream, stretched out his hand to see that what he was wearing had become Xue Ji's dance clothes.

"Go ahead." Xue Ji's voice was like a wisp of ghost, Ah Qing leaned forward uncontrollably, fell downstairs, thousands of yarns poured out of thin air from all directions in an instant, passing through her surroundings, the ankle bell rang in response, and a flute played far away. Trying to remember the light skills that Hua Ye had just taught, his toes straightened up from a cigarette blue veil. One foot is not stable, the lotus flower on the blue skirt dancing shoes looms in the yarn practice, and then a little foot turns in the air, and the ankle bell turns high. She deliberately spun around in the air a few times, and the hem of the nine-tailed skirt spread out like a lotus, so as to live up to the sound of the flute. When there was a blue yarn floating under his feet, he stopped and slowly landed.

The ankle bell was still ringing, but there was no sound in the cabinet. Thousands of yarns fall layer by layer, brushing on the body, gently ying, more than enough. When the wind faded and the shadow was quiet, she turned around and broke the light veil. Thousands of broken yarns are falling, the flute has passed, and the copper bell is brittle. Another light veil fell inadvertently, but it was her veil that had been covered for a long time.

The guests in the room were silent, and after a few seconds, they erupted into a thunderous cheer.

She was independent of everyone, men and women, all looking at her, and that curious, inquiring, beastly look made her very uncomfortable. Everyone wants to be close to her, everyone wants to get something from her, whether it's dirty or grandiose, it's just desire. They didn't care about her, she was just a packaged commodity.

No matter how noble Xue Ji's voice is, to them, it is just a snack after a meal, a spring slave with a pile of silver. She is an appendage, a buyer's, a silver, in short, not her own.

This makes her very uncomfortable in the 21st century.

"One thousand taels!"

"Two thousand taels!"

……

She stood there silently, listening to her price, and years later people talked about this feast of luxury, and only how pleasing her complexion was, and how generous her buyers were. What did Xue Ji go through to be willing to plunge into this flashy and vain dust from the quiet and inactive Daomen? Just like that, let anyone beak it.

"Five thousand taels!" You don't need to look at it to know that it's a flower night, although he is easy to look at, and he also has a paper fan to cover his face, but his voice is still very familiar.

"Ten thousand taels, gold."

Ah Qing gasped.

wanted to see who that person was, but his body retreated uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth and said, "Three days later, Jiang Xin painted a boat." ”