A respectful word came out, and Lin Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, was suddenly surprised. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

"Senior Sister Mo, you're also here to ask for a sword?" Lin still asked in a low voice.

Mo Dye Xiang hooked her lips and smiled playfully, stood up, her chin turned back slightly, and sneered: "Just let Senior Sister Lin come to ask for a sword, won't I be allowed to come over Mo Dye Xiang?" ”

"Do you have a letter of reference?" Lin still asked again.

She has a letter of recommendation from her master, as long as she shows the letter of recommendation to Elder Taishang, she will definitely be able to get the spirit sword at that time.

Is there also this ink-dyed incense?

Mo Dye Xiang didn't know that there was such a thing as a recommendation letter, but she didn't want to be compared to Lin Yi, so she replied ambiguously:

"Do I have or don't have it, do I need to inform Senior Sister Lin?"

After speaking, he stood up straight again, faced the courtyard door, and quietly waited for a reply.

Lin still saw her act like this in the back, and couldn't help but feel funny in her heart, she knelt for three days and three nights and the courtyard door didn't open, could Mo Dyexiang, a person with bad deeds, be faster than her?

However, a slap in the face often comes unexpectedly.

Lin still felt funny just now, she was full of confidence, and the courtyard door that she thought would not be opened "squeaked" opened.

The two of them outside the door were stunned, and Mo Dye Xiang couldn't believe it, and subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing her like this, Lin still couldn't help but guess that the door of the courtyard was opened for himself, and his kneeling body was immediately ready to stand up.

"Ah Xiang, you're finally here! Do you know how long Aunt Pei has been waiting for you! ”

The extremely happy Qingli female voice sounded in the courtyard gate, accompanied by enthusiastic laughter, only laughing so that Lin Zhen's legs, which had just straightened up halfway, bent down again in disbelief.

How so?

Who is this woman who calls herself Aunt Pei?

How can an orphan girl still have relatives?

Could it be that she is the character who uses yin damage to get on the side again?

For a while, the four conjectures came to mind, and Lin was still shaken in his heart.

"Uncle Shizu"

"Just call Aunt Bei." As soon as Mo Ran Xiang called out three words, he was interrupted by Yan Bei.

She stepped forward kindly, raised her hand to invite Mo Dye Xiang to enter the door, and after she came in a little flattered, she closed the door directly with her backhand.

The sound of "bang" was neither light nor heavy, but Lin Zhen, who was kneeling in front of the door, felt as if his face had been slapped by someone, and it hurt hotly.

Her eyes were full of disbelief and humiliated grievances, but unfortunately, all the people who could protect her behind her at this moment were not in front of her, and all she had in front of her now was a closed courtyard door.

Lin still feels that this should not be her own treatment, because since she was born, she has never encountered such a thing, since she was a child, her luck will always be better than others, and everyone always likes her the most, but just now this Aunt Bei is completely different.

Could it be that she and Mo Dye Xiang are really in cahoots and want to deliberately frame themselves?

Uncle Shi, is this title a disciple of Elder Taishang?

But why had she never heard Master talk about it?

Lin still couldn't figure out how to think about it, and just as she was thinking, something happened that made her even more incomprehensible.

The courtyard door opened, and the ink-dyed incense that had just entered came out, and the eyes that were not covered by the black gauze were full of joy, which showed that the harvest must be not small.

Aunt Bei in the mouth of the ink-dyed incense in the door did not appear, but as soon as the ink-dyed incense came out, the courtyard door was closed again.

Mo Ran Xiang glanced at the cyan long sword on his waist, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, looking at Lin Yi who was kneeling in front of him, he only felt that it was the first time in his heart that he was so happy.

Lin still felt her gaze, and thought that she would come to show off to her, but she just glanced at her with disdain, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Lin was still stunned, the first time she had been compared to the ink stain incense in something, this feeling made her feel uncomfortable.

"Lin Yi, let's go, there is only one sword, and it has been given away, even if you kneel on the sword mountain for another ten thousand years, it will be in vain."

Yan Bei's cold voice came from the courtyard, and Lin still frowned when he heard it.

However, when she thought of Yan Bei's enthusiastic attitude towards the ink dyeing incense, she no longer had much hope in her heart.

She was very clever and knew that kneeling like this would only annoy people, so she immediately followed Yan Bei's words, stood up, bowed, and turned to leave.

Yan Bei watched her go away in the courtyard, and his heart suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But this breath was only relieved for one night, and as soon as he opened his eyes the next morning, before he could let the white feather crane go to pick up Zhu early, the sect master Mo Xianchen came in person.

When he felt the strange smell in the courtyard, Yan Bei had just walked out of his room, and was about to call Master and ask him what he wanted to eat in the morning, but before he could say anything, he turned the corridor and saw the soft white clothes.

is so glamorous and dusty, the cliff is not the "beggar gang disciple" of Master Tailang at home.

Bypassing the pillar, Lin still stood respectfully and respectfully, and Yan Bei immediately reacted, who was the man in white who was sitting opposite her master in front of Lin Yi.

The white clothes are not stained with a trace of mortal dust, half of the black hair is fixed on the top of the head with a white jade crown, and the remaining half is scattered behind the head, and the two long sideburns in front of the forehead hang quietly on the chest, the face is like white jade, the sword eyebrows are starry, the nose bridge is high, and the thin lips are slightly cold.

The red maple fell with the wind, and when it was about to fall on the white clothes, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, and it crossed the white clothes on its own and fell to the ground.

Lang Sandao, who was dressed in a loose gray shirt, knelt on the futon, with his precious long knife floating beside him, the two of them were gray and white, and the contrast was very obvious.

The Qingyu case between the two is like an enchantment, separating the two, and it is completely two painting styles.

Neither side spoke, and the atmosphere was a little eeriely stagnant.

Yan Bei stopped in front of the pillar in the corridor, and for a while he couldn't advance or retreat.

Just hesitating, Lang Sandao, who was sitting opposite Mo Xianchen, seemed to have eyes on his back, and suddenly asked out loud:

"Up? Did you sleep well last night? ”

"Okay." Yan Bei subconsciously replied with such a sentence, and after speaking, he felt a little unspeakably weird, and then smiled and raised his hand to surf three times and waved his hand, "Master, it's early!" ”

"Well, early." Lang Sandao nodded solemnly, turned his head sideways, pointed to Mo Xianchen on the opposite side, and said in a serious tone that he had never said before:

"This is your nephew Mo Xianchen, the first time I met, you, an elder, don't have any good greetings with me, a poor ghost, so I went to bring a pot of tea, which is also a meaning."

"Yes." After hesitating for half a second, Yan Bei nodded and turned to the kitchen.

As I walked, I suddenly remembered that there was only one kitchen of fruits and vegetables on this knife mountain, where did the tea come from?

Also, when Master Mao Tailang just ordered her to serve tea, Mo Xianchen's eyes were so cold?