Yang Zixian listened to Mu Rou's words at this time, and felt a little apologetic in her heart. I remember that evening, there was a rare scene of burning clouds in the sky on the coast of the East China Sea, and half of the sky was burned red, which was very beautiful.

She sat alone on the edge of the island, originally wanting to enjoy this strange scenery quietly, but suddenly saw a bright light flash in the clouds. Faced with this vision, she was inevitably a little curious, so she chased after Xuan Bing Hanling to see what was going on.

Later, I learned that Haoguang was born with a strange treasure spirit body fairy sword. Although she is not very old, she has a family background, and her knowledge and experience are not comparable to ordinary people. Naturally, I know that this spiritual body magic weapon is a rare treasure, and there is no one in ten thousand. If you take the opportunity to cast a spell to subdue it, it will definitely be a great achievement, so you don't hesitate to chase after it.

Who knew that the spiritual power of this spirit body immortal sword was far stronger than she thought, and the escape technique was also very good. If it weren't for the thaumaturgy "Treading Clouds" taught by her mentor Nangong Fairy, I am afraid that the spirit body fairy sword would have escaped long ago.

However, it was just that she had thaumaturgical secret methods, and the few followers who followed her did not have such mysterious powers. Not long after he left Linxian Island, he was left far behind and separated from himself.

And because he was worried that he would be distracted by the spirit body fairy sword, he didn't have time to take care of them, so he chased after them alone.

I just heard my senior sister Mu Rou say that they were scolded by their father after they returned to the island, and it was inevitable that they would not go away at this moment.

Mu Rou looked at her expression one by one, knowing her thoughts, she only smiled lightly, and did not step forward to comfort.

After a while, he turned to Lin Xiao and said, "I saw He Zhan lead a young man with a sword to the second floor, do you know who it is?"

Lin Xiao patted the dust on the sleeve of the reins just now, and said lightly: "You better go and ask Zixian." ”

Seeing this, Mu Rou frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything. After a slight pause, he moved his gaze to Yang Zixian.

Yang Zixian was stared at by her, and her face was slightly red. She knew in her heart that her senior sister was delicate, and she was worried that she would find out something, so she pretended to be calm and said: "That is the Shixin Young Man of the Tianchuan Sect, who saved my life, and now he is injured and can't resist the sword, so he brought him here to stay for one night, and arranged for the disciple to send him away tomorrow morning." ”

Mu Rou listened to what Yang Zixian said, and was about to say something more, but remembering that Lin Xiao was still standing, she didn't ask too much about it, and only said softly: "The grace of saving your life, rational reciprocation." Well, now that you've been found, you'll be back to the island with us tomorrow. ”

Yang Zixian responded: "Since my father is in such a hurry to let us go back, something must have happened, and we will rush back immediately tomorrow morning." ”

Mu Rou nodded, glanced at Lin Xiao next to her, and saw that Lin Xiao didn't look at the two of them, so she said to Yang Zixian: "Tonight, you can sleep with me." ”

Yang Zixian thought about it for a while, but did not refuse, and said with a smile: "Okay." With that, he went up to the third floor with Mu Rou.

At this time, Lin Xiao slowly turned around, only to see him frowning slightly, staring at the disappeared backs of the two on the stairs without saying a word.

The inn in Wanyang City, called "Xiangshuijian", is the largest inn in the city, with a three-story structure. The first floor is for guests to drink and dine, and the second and third floors are for guests to stay and rest, with a variety of private rooms, which is very magnificent.

Shi Xin was taken to the room on the second floor by the shopkeeper He Zhan, while Mu Rou and Yang Zixian went straight to the third floor.

As soon as the door was closed, Yang Zixian sat on the bed and said, "My good senior sister, no one is here now, just ask if you have anything to ask?"

Mu Rou looked at her, showed a hint of worry and said softly: "When you held my hand just now, I helped you check your pulse by the way, are you injured?"

Yang Zixian's mother-in-law, Yu Bingqing, is profound, proficient in medical skills, and only accepts Mu Rou, a personal disciple. Mu Rou is gifted and intelligent, and has quite a small success in Taoist cultivation and medical pedantry, and is as careful as a hair, Yu Bingqing likes it very much, so he treats it as his own.

Yang Zixian and her are like sisters, and she found that she was injured at this moment, and it was not easy to hide it, so she said truthfully: "That day, I was conspired by Guo Huai of the amorous gate, and I was slapped by him in the back. Originally, I thought it would be fine, but later I found that there was cold in my body and wandered around, and I have been holding on to it until now. She was afraid that Mu Rou would be worried, so she forced herself to smile after speaking.

Mu Rou listened to her words, her face was already white, where was she still in the mood to laugh with her, and said hurriedly: "You sit down quickly, take off your clothes and let me see." ”

There was no one else in the room, and Yang Zixian saw that she looked worried, knowing what she was worried about, so she was relieved: "Senior sister, don't worry, I haven't had a recurrence for ten years." She said this, but gently untied her belt.

I saw that Yang Zixian's light clothes slowly faded, and the back of the exposed fragrant shoulders was as white as jade, smooth and fragrant, and a faint fragrance without the restraint of clothes also emanated, and the straight people had a feeling of swaying in their hearts.

Mu Rou's beautiful eyes at this time revealed a look of worry. I saw that Yang Zixian did have a shallow palm imprinted on his back five inches below his shoulder, and after a closer look, there were bursts of white cold air surging in the jade muscles around the handprint.

Her brow tightened, and she got up and took out a box from the cupboard, which opened to reveal a large number of silver needles.