Yuejia, Yuetong's small courtyard.

Just when Dugu stopped stopping the water and lost his mind, a yellow shadow jumped and trotted from outside the small courtyard. When she passed by the front of Dugu's water house, she habitually greeted him.

"Brother Zhishui, it's early!"

Dugu Zhishui woke up suddenly, and said with a smile: "How is your cultivation today?"

The girl seemed a little embarrassed, and said weakly: "It's still like that, not much improvement." ”

In this regard, Dugu Zhishui did not feel so strange, he said softly: "Xiaotong, don't be discouraged, everything will always be fine, the key is whether you can persevere." ”

"Well, I know, I won't give up, didn't Brother Zhishui forget, I'm Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten. The girl smiled, looking lively and cute.

"That's good......"

"Brother Zhishui is busy first, I just finished my morning class, I'm going to clean up. The girl waved her hand and said goodbye to Dugu Zhishui.

Dugu Zhishui watched the girl walk into her room, a touch of pity in her eyes. In the past three years, such a scene has happened almost every day.

This girl is naturally Yuetong, for three years, she would get up before dawn every day, and then run to the family's martial arts arena to practice martial arts. And at dawn, the other children of the family began to arrive at the martial arts arena one after another, and it was time for her morning class to end. At this time, Dugu Zhishui had just woken up from his cultivation, and he would habitually open the window and look at the bleak dawn in the east. In this way, whenever she returned to the small courtyard, she would just run into Dugu Zhishui, who was watching the sunrise.

The greeting between them, almost the same content every time, and almost always ending with the same excuse, seems to have become an indispensable process in the daily life of the two, and it has become an unspoken tacit understanding between the two.

In the past three years, Dugu Zhishui has accompanied Yuetong to study, practiced with her, accompanied her shopping, and also accompanied her to look up at the starry sky, chatting casually about some wild fantasies, and listening to her endless complaints. In such an atmosphere, the relationship between the two is getting better and better, and they are gradually like brother and sister. Dugu Zhishui gradually came out of the shadow of three years ago, and even sometimes he felt that if he could continue to be like this, it seemed to be quite good. Although he knew it was impossible, there was some hope in his life.

After breakfast, Yuetong went to the Martial Arts Pavilion to learn martial arts, because the Yuejia Martial Arts Pavilion did not allow outsiders to enter, so Dugu Zhishui wandered around the Yuefu by himself. Walking on the path between the gardens, Dugu Zhishui felt very calm. Sometimes he closes his eyes and listens to the chirping of birds, and sometimes he stops to watch and admire the flowers in bloom. As he walked in front of people, from time to time someone pointed at him and whispered, with a mocking look on his face. To this, he just smiled indifferently. In three years, he had become accustomed to this.

There are so many unsatisfactory things in life, why should you be so obsessed with the eyes of others, you live for yourself, why bother to seek troubles and add sorrows to yourself. Regardless of your gossip, I will deal with it calmly.

At this time, a tall woman came over, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she saw Dugu Zhishui. For some reason, she saw in him an extremely special temperament that should not have appeared in him. It was a kind of calmness, a kind of indifference that should only appear in the peerless powerhouse. At this moment, she seemed to have an illusion that the young man not far away did not seem to be a young man, but an old man who was transcendent and had already seen through the vicissitudes of the world. For this contradictory feeling, the woman was very puzzled. At this moment, she suddenly realized that the young man looked so chic and handsome. The handsome cheeks are more mature, there is a touch of perseverance between the eyebrows, and a shallow smile at the corner of the mouth, which makes people feel like a spring breeze after seeing it.

This woman is another good friend of Yuetong, or her best friend Murong Xiaoxiao. It's been a full year since she last came to Moon Mansion, and now she's more mature. Eighteen-year-old Miao Ling is the flower season of a girl's life, and now Murong Xiaoxiao has faded from the youth of three years ago, and can be called a great beauty.

When Murong Xiaoxiao looked at Dugu Zhishui, Dugu Zhishui also found her, he smiled kindly at her, and then slowly walked in front of her.

"Miss Murong has had a good year?" Dugu Zhishui smiled.

Murong Xiaoxiao showed a somewhat stiff smile and said, "It's okay, I've been cultivating most of the time. ”

Murong Xiaoxiao was a little contemptuous of Dugu Zhishui when she saw him from the beginning. But in fact, she didn't have any malicious intentions, just because she was forced to cultivate by her father since she was a child, so when she saw that there was someone who couldn't cultivate, she would unconsciously feel a little contempt and dissatisfaction in her heart. Later, because of Yuetong's relationship, she changed her opinion of Dugu Zhishui a lot. However, the two of them have only met each other a few times, and each time it is just a polite greeting. Sometimes they don't even have to say a word, they just nod to each other and pass by, and this is the first time they have taken the initiative to talk like this. Thinking that he had despised Dugu Zhishui like that, Murong Xiaoxiao felt a little embarrassed.

Dugu Zhishui didn't seem to see the unnaturalness on her face, and said to herself: "Xiaotong was still talking about you two days ago, if you don't come again, she will go to you." ”

Although he had only met Murong Xiaoxiao a few times, and there had been unpleasant things between the two, he could later see that Murong Xiaoxiao's heart was not bad, but sometimes he had some extreme views on people. But Dugu Zhishui felt that she was no wonder of her, who made him just an ordinary person.

"I miss her too, and I have a rare time today, so I hurried here. Murong Xiaoxiao's face gradually returned to normal, and said with a smile.

"Xiao Tong went to the Martial Arts Pavilion, although the family rules prohibit outsiders from entering, but your identity is relatively special, and there are so many people in the Martial Arts Pavilion, I don't think they will embarrass you. I'll take you to her. Dugu Zhishui said.

"I'm sorry for you......" Murong Xiaoxiao happily agreed.

The unhappiness that happened between the two seems to have been tacitly forgotten by them......

This is a three-story tall attic, and on the third floor hangs a plaque with the three big characters "Martial Arts Pavilion" written on it. However, it is a bit of a stretch to say that this is an attic, because the whole building is built like a small fortress, the walls are made of hard marble, and the windows on all sides are small, and they are all metal lattices. In front of the attic door were two rows of guards, both dressed in black light armor and wielding long knives with wide handles. There was a thick evil aura all around them, and their eyes were shining brightly when they opened and closed, and they looked like the elite of a hundred battles.

Dugu Zhishui took Murong Xiaoxiao to the attic, and a guard standing at the head of the line blocked their way. This guard had never seen Dugu Zhishui and Murong Xiaoxiao.

Although Dugu Zhishui had been around here, he had only glanced at it from a distance a few times, and had not approached. Because in his eyes, there is no attraction in the slightest. Mo said that he couldn't cultivate at all now, and if he could still cultivate now, then he wouldn't need anything here.

"Who are you!This is the forbidden place of the Yue family, and outsiders are not allowed to approach!" asked the guard who stood in the way, judging by his outfit, he should be the leader of the guards.

Dugu Zhishui bowed slightly, made a humble look, hugged his fists and said: "I am a descendant of Miss Yuetong's family, this is a friend of Miss, Miss Murong, the daughter of the master of Taixuanmen." He pointed to Murong Xiaoxiao beside him, "Miss Murong came to find my young lady for something, and I hope the adults can let her in." If it is inconvenient, please report it on your behalf and inform my lady of the matter. ”

When he first came to Yue's house, Dugu Zhishui was very unaccustomed to acting in such a low voice, because in his opinion, it was very spineless. People can be without arrogance, but they can't be without arrogance, Dugu Zhishui is convinced of this. But he values the people around him more, and he has to do it in order for Yuetong to have less trouble. After all, he is nominally Yuetong's slave, and if he doesn't pretend to be a little bit like it, he is likely to leave people with an excuse to trouble her.

Besides, he can endure the humiliation and stay in the Yue family, and it won't be a big deal to do some things that a subordinate should do. Later, he gradually convinced himself, "Superficial humility does not mean inner humility, as long as there is arrogance in the heart, why should you be too rigid in the external form." Too rigid is easy to break, many times, for some important people and things, we should learn to be flexible, learn to bend like a pine branch without breaking. In this way, when he is a subordinate, he no longer has any psychological burden.

Now this guy can be called a qualified subordinate, of course, in the eyes of outsiders.

"Miss Murong?" the guard leader frowned, as if he was a little embarrassed. Of course he had heard of Taixuanmen, it was a big sect that was stronger than the Yue family, and the daughter of the master of Taixuanmen was so noble, it was definitely not offended by a small guard. According to his duties, he should naturally refuse Murong Xiaoxiao to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion, otherwise he would be responsible for what went wrong. But if the relationship between the Yue family and Taixuanmen is destroyed because of this incident, then he can't afford this responsibility. He pondered for a long time before finally asking Murong Xiaoxiao: "The Martial Arts Pavilion is the important land of the Yue family, I really don't dare to make the decision to let you in, can you let me go and ask for instructions?"

"Okay, trouble. Murong Xiaoxiao nodded, and did not embarrass the guard leader. She is not an unreasonable person, she can understand the practice of guarding the leader, after all, a place like the Martial Arts Pavilion is an important place for each family, and of course outsiders can't put it in at will. If he let her in casually, it just means that the leader of the guard is not qualified.

If it weren't for his identity, Murong Xiaoxiao had no doubt that this guard leader would definitely flatly refuse his request to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Dugu Zhishui saw the words and deeds of Murong Xiaoxiao and the head of the guards, he naturally knew that outsiders could not enter the Martial Arts Pavilion, but when he reported it, he still deliberately pointed out the option of letting Murong Xiaoxiao in. The purpose of his doing this was to test the importance of the Martial Arts Pavilion to the Yue family, and also to test how noble Murong Xiaoxiao's identity was......

As for Murong Xiaoxiao, although she seemed to be very talkative, she didn't let the guards call Yuetong out directly, but acquiesced to the requirement to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The corners of Dugu Zhishui's mouth turned up slightly, it seems that Murong Xiaoxiao also has similar thoughts as him.