When Ye Jibai came back, Meng Qinghe slept soundly.

In the dream, a red moon hung in the dark sky, lonely, as if someone had bitten his finger and pressed a blood mark on the black silk cloth.

Meng Qinghe held a kitchen knife in his hand and said to the handsome-looking young man next to the board: "Remember, the meat must be chopped and cooked before it can be eaten." ”

The boy nodded obediently.

"When you're hungry, you can't catch someone and bite it, you have to cook it first...... Phew, can't eat people. ”

The young man nodded obediently again: "Then what to eat when you are hungry?" ”

"You can't die of hunger for a few meals."

"But I can't sleep hungry."

Meng Qinghe picked up the kitchen knife and slapped it on his head, "If you can't sleep, knock yourself out......"

Meng Qinghe woke up suddenly, fortunately it was just a dream, this knife went down, but it would be opened.

"Wake up." A cold voice sounded by the window.

Meng Qinghe tilted his head slightly, and saw Ye Jibai sitting on the low couch by the window, bowing his head and playing with Xiao Xiao.

The sun was setting in the west, and it was already evening.

Meng Qinghe got up and went down to the ground, took his coat from the bed rail, and put it on, "Disciple, I'm going to cook for Shizun." ”

Although he was angry at Ye Jibai's uninvited approach, Meng Qinghe always remembered his identity.

She didn't dare to have a seizure.

"Wait."

Meng Qinghe just took two steps and paused.

"Come and sit."

Meng Qinghe walked to the small bench next to the low couch and sat down.

Ye Jibai put Xiao Xiao on the small wooden table in the center of the low couch, and looked at Meng Qinghe with lowered eyes, "Li Siyuan is dead." ”

Meng Qinghe jumped up in shock, "You killed him?" ”

"Isn't that what you want?"

Meng Qinghe's eyes dodged, "When did I tell you to kill him?" ”

Ye Jibai sneered, "Li Siyuan, a disciple of Wild Boar Peak, stopped you at the foot of Chasing Moon Peak last winter and wanted to marry you, but you refused. ”

Meng Qinghe scratched his head and sat back silently.

Asked him to protect the media, why did he still make a sound?

"After that, Li Siyuan harassed you many times, and even carried you to the hidden place of the wild boar peak to coerce you, you would rather die than obey, and he kicked the center of the mouth, Li Piaopiao arrived in time to pick up your life."

Li Siyuan's actions should have been expelled from the school, but he was talented and intelligent, and he was a rare immortal cultivator in a hundred years.

Although Meng Qinghe has Li Piaopiao's protection, after all, he is just a waste wood with no talent, and the head of the house weighs the pros and cons, and in the end, Li Siyuan was just punished and grounded for half a month.

This matter was suppressed, and not many people knew about it.

Ye Jibai either learned about it from Li Siyuan, or he went to ask Li Piaopiao.

Li Siyuan naturally would not confess to his master the bad things he had done for no reason, unless it was when his life was threatened.

And if Ye Jibai asked Li Piaopiao about Li Siyuan and himself, he would inevitably attach too much importance to his marriage.

Meng Qinghe was pondering, and then heard Ye Jibai say: "If you want to marry Li Siyuan, why did you refuse to marry him when he pursued him repeatedly, if I guarantee you this matchmaker today, do you really want to marry him?" ”

Ye Jibai got up, his tall and long body blocking the sky light outside the window.

He looked at Meng Qinghe's head condescendingly, "Or ...... You want to borrow my hand to kill him? ”

Meng Qinghe raised his head and defended: "I really didn't mean that, didn't I...... I didn't expect you to kill him. ”

Although Li Siyuan is hateful, it is a human life.

Meng Qinghe couldn't see the fight and kill the most.

Ye Jibai's cold fingers pinched Meng Qinghe's chin, bent down closer, his eyes were fierce, "You dare to calculate on my head?" ”

"The disciple swears to the heavens that the disciple is sincerely willing to marry Senior Brother Li, and he will never dare to calculate the master."

Meng Qinghe's words are naturally false, she is calculating Ye Jibai.

It can also be said to be testing Ye Jibai.

But then again, if Ye Jibai doesn't meddle in her affairs and directly marries her to Li Siyuan, how can she calculate?

If Ye Jibai left her at Xingluo Peak, he just wanted to take revenge on her, and after learning about her entanglement with Li Siyuan, he would directly marry her to Li Siyuan and let Li Siyuan torture her.

In fact, if Meng Qinghe wants to leave Xingluo Peak, marrying Li Siyuan is a good way.

She naturally didn't want to be a daughter-in-law to Li Siyuan's beast, and it was not difficult to abolish him on the night of the cave room.

As long as you don't live in Xingluo Peak, and don't live under Ye Jibai's nose, there are more ways to leave the Yunshan Sect.

But Ye Jibai killed Li Siyuan, what does this mean?

It shows that Ye Jibai still has her in his heart.

In this way, Meng Qinghe has the bottom in his heart.

Ye Jibai stared at Meng Qinghe's eyes tightly, as if he wanted to see through the most secret thoughts in her heart.

"I'll kill him, what are you going to do?"

What can Meng Qinghe do?

Avenge him?

Not really.

Meng Qinghe originally just wanted to borrow Ye Jibai's hand to teach Li Siyuan a lesson, but he didn't expect Ye Jibai to make a move.

"Senior Brother Li died because of me, I, I'll go to his grave and put incense on his head."

"No need, he is buried at the bottom of the river, and the Yunshan Sect will not have his grave."

"Oh, then I wish him a speedy entry into the beast path." Meng Qinghe blinked, looking back at Ye Jibai innocently.

In the end, Ye Jibai looked away first, he withdrew his hand, straightened his waist, glanced at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and ordered: "Go make dinner." ”

Meng Qinghe spread out his palms, raised them in front of Ye Jibai's eyes, and said pitifully: "Master, my hands hurt, can I fry two dishes less?" ”

She was already short and small sitting on the small bench, but now that she made this appearance, in Ye Jibai's eyes, she was simply a poor worm.

The place where the skin of her palm was worn out was bloodshot, and the place on her wrist that was pinched by Ye Jibai was bruised.

It's not like it's pretended.

Ye Jibai seemed to have a string in his heart that was gently plucked by something.

"Warm up the leftover porridge from the morning." Ye Jibai walked to the door in a few steps, left this sentence and swept up the tree house.

Soon, though, he floated down again, because he had forgotten something important to say.

"A month later, at the Star Picking Conference, the disciple originally sent by the Yunshan Sect to participate was Li Siyuan, and I killed him today, so you can go for him."

What?

Meng Qinghe's little head couldn't figure it out, how did this matter of participating in the Star Picking Conference fall on her head?

What qualifications does she have to attend the Star Picking Conference?

She doesn't deserve it!

The Star Picking Conference is a gathering of disciples from various major sects, which is held once every three years.

said that it was to accept apprentices, but in fact, it was also an opportunity for each sect to show the strength of each family.

The strong ones are naturally more attractive to people with lofty ideals.

So...... What does this kind of stage to show the stunts of her own sect have to do with her Meng Qinghe?

She can't even play the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flower Sword.

No, since Li Siyuan has been entrusted with a heavy responsibility, why can't Ye Jibai spare his life?

Meng Qinghe didn't even want to give Ye Jibai the leftover porridge.

She regretted it, she shouldn't have calculated Ye Jibai.

Ye Jibai looked at Meng Qinghe's frowning brows, and looked in a good mood, "You have slept enough today, let's start practicing sword after dinner." ”

Meng Qinghe said that it was not enough for her to sleep for three days and three nights.

What's more, if she only drinks porridge, how can she have the strength to practice swords?