Zhuge Jue fell on the stage dying, blood spilled into the corner of his mouth, and he faintly heard the movement from the audience, but his mind seemed to be in two worlds with them.

The pain made his consciousness blur a little, and all that was left in his field of vision were the few pills that had fallen into the mud.

The rain hit him in the face in a fine and dense manner, and he ignored it, and his body moved forward with difficulty, his clothes soaked with muddy water, and the cold seeped into his bones.

An inch... Two inches...

His hand stretched out tremblingly, and he finally reached one of the pills, but he couldn't even bend his fingers.

He's not going to die, but... What should Xuan'er do?

The corners of his mouth weakly hooked a bitter arc, and the darkness in front of him became deeper and deeper, gradually engulfing him completely.

Just before he was about to lose consciousness, the rain above his head suddenly stopped.

A hand appeared in his field of vision, that hand was slender, fair, slender as bamboo, and as smooth as jade.

Even though the rain trickled down from his forehead, blurring his vision, the hand was so distinct, in the misty rain and mist, it seemed to exude a faint jade-white halo.

Zhuge Jue looked up along this hand, and the remaining consciousness stagnated at this moment.

The person in front of him is a god, an immortal?

Was he so injured that he hallucinated?

Otherwise, how could there be such a good-looking person in the world, he never even dreamed of it.

She was dressed in green clothes and held a bamboo paper umbrella, independent of the drizzle between heaven and earth.

The beautiful scenery of the fairy mountain of Jiuning Mountain was dimmed because of her appearance, and there seemed to be only this figure in the sky and on the ground, which was brighter than the sky.

The immortal sighed and propped the umbrella over Zhuge Jue's head, covering him from the wind and rain and embarrassment.

She leaned down gracefully, took out a glowing elixir from her sleeve, and handed it to his lips.

"Your injuries are very serious, take this chalcedony pill down. ”

The woman's voice was so ethereal, as soft and dreamy as a cloud in the distant mountains.

Her gaze is so gentle, and her pulsed eyes look deeply at people, as if you just look back, and you fall into an empty smoke and rain on the Spring River in Nanyanzhou.

But this is a cold and bitter place in the north, reckless and desolate, how can you be lucky enough to see the bleak and misty, misty and rainy Jiangnan?

However, the person in front of him, his eyebrows are like green mountains, his eyes are like autumn water, and the faint pity and sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes are like a distant mist, hazy to the eyes of the person who is looking at him.

The place where her green shirt brushed was the dreamlike Nanzhou.

"In this competition, with the participation of inner disciples, it has lost its fairness, and I will explain it to the master. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi spoke softly and softly, but when she began to speak, the thousands of people present were silent.

None of them dared to speak, or perhaps they all lost their voices, dumb and speechless, for fear that their words would disturb the fairy who had come down from above the nine heavens.

No one dared to move, lest her rude behavior would alarm her, and she was worried that she would fly back to the heavenly palace with a slight flick of her sleeves, and never see each other again.

Her eyes fell on He Junyuan, and she said lightly: "Bully, you can do it yourself." ”

This sound fell on He Junyuan's ears, no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, his face turned pale, regardless of the rain in the sky, he knelt on the ground, and said loudly in despair: "I'm sorry, little uncle, I will definitely change my ways in the future!"

The steward who had been watching from the wall and presiding over the competition was also like ashes, and begged in a trembling voice: "Lord of the Jade Peak, I just neglected it for a while, for the sake of my dedication to the sect for so many years, please don't report it to the head of the sect! It's just an outer door competition, why don't you disturb the real person in charge!"

The woman whom they called Uncle Xiao sighed lightly, did not directly respond to their pleas, but said:

"The way of heaven is clear, cause and effect are not happy, Wang'er and so on the way of cultivation in the future, remember today's events, humbly sneak around, and don't bear evil consequences with others. ”

"Moreover, the person who needs to apologize is not me, but this outer disciple. ”

She turned sideways to avoid He Junyuan's kowtow and begged for mercy, and her sleeves were raised, pointing at Zhuge Jue from afar.

He Junyuan is also a decisive character, gritting his teeth, lifting his robe and kneeling in front of Zhuge Jue, slamming his head on the ground, the force is so great that even the ground made of white marble makes a muffled sound.

"Senior Brother Zhuge Jue, I was wrong, please forgive me. ”

When he said this, when he lowered his head, there was a fierce light in his eyes, which meant revenge in the future.

Zhuge Jue was supported at this time, and he not only recovered his spirit, but also looked new.

It turned out that the disciples saw that Zhuge Jue had won the favor of the little uncle, and they had already rushed to offer their courtesy, and He Junyuan himself was still difficult to protect, so he didn't have to be afraid of his revenge.

They were busy helping Zhuge Jue up, some handed him a handkerchief to clean his body, and some put on a new set of clothes for him.

Zhuge Jue took the pill given by the woman in Tsing Yi, and the surging medicinal power traveled around the meridians, curing the viscera he was injured by He Junyuan.

Speaking of which, high-level pills such as chalcedony pills are really a bit tyrannical when used on disciples who have just entered the body, and others can't help but feel a little jealous when they look at Zhuge Jue, this guy is really a blessing in disguise.

Zhuge Jue had never felt that others were so attentive to him, and he was uncomfortable for a while, thinking that he had fallen in embarrassment in front of this immortal-like little uncle, his handsome face couldn't help but turn red.

Hearing He Junyuan's apology, the heat on Zhuge Jue's face subsided a little.

He snorted, lifted his saber, and stabbed the back of He Junyuan's hand, which was kneeling in front of him.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the sharp blade pierced the flesh, He Junyuan screamed in pain, but he didn't dare to fight back, he covered his hand in cold sweat and groaned in pain.

"You slap me, I stab you with a sword, and you and I will not owe each other in the future. ”

Although it is said that He Junyuan has exploited the loopholes in the competition rules, his skills are not as good as others, and Zhuge Jue has nothing to say, but He Junyuan should not bully him after he agrees to admit defeat.

He looked at the few pills scattered in the mud, and felt a little distressed, not knowing if the effect of the medicine had been lost when he picked it up now.

The woman in Tsing Yi saw his thoughts, and said empathetically: "Do you need the Qingxin Pill, I see that this pill on the ground is dirty, and the medicinal power is mottled, it is not a good medicine, but I don't carry this kind of pill with me, you go back first to recuperate, and I will give you a bottle again soon." ”

With the dignity of her status, this low-level pill knew that she would not be brought with her when she thought about it.

"Today's matter, the sect will give you an explanation, and I hope you don't have to be resentful, among the disciples who have entered the inner gate this time, there must be a seat for you, and you are relieved. ”

"The rising star of the sect is indeed not bad. ”

The woman bowed her head, smiled slightly, and turned away, leaving only a trace of a beautiful shadow deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

After she and the inner disciples left, the rest of the people woke up like a dream, and they had the courage to discuss, and their voices became louder and louder.

"This ...... This is the little uncle rumored in our sect?"

"Apart from her, how can there be a second beauty in the world who is so immortal. ”

"I can't imagine that I'm just an outer disciple, and I actually have the opportunity to see Uncle Xiao with my own eyes!

"It's good that I came to watch the trial today, otherwise wouldn't I regret it so much that my intestines would be blue, those who were lazy and didn't come, I found out afterwards, I'm afraid I'm going to faint by myself hahahaha......"

"Uncle Xiao is worthy of being the reincarnation of an ancient immortal, he is beautiful, and he is so gentle and kind, if my future Taoist couple can have one-tenth of her, then I will wake up with a smile in my dream. ”

"Wake up, you don't look in the mirror, how can Uncle Xiao be delusional?"

All the disciples present, you say a word, the entire trial platform is noisy, more lively than the mortal bazaar, and there are many other Jiuning Mountain disciples who heard that the little uncle has come to Yang Zhufeng and are rushing here.

Some people only saw her leaving, and they were already satisfied, and those who arrived a little later were so regretful that they beat their chests and stumbled, and there were some true disciples, who made this small trial platform in the outer gate, like holding some sect conference.

Zhuge Jue, who was given a pill by his uncle, became the object of envy and jealousy.

There are those who ask him when he met Uncle Xiao, ask him what he has to do with Uncle Xiao, and there are also people who go up and down to find out what is so strange about him, and they can get Uncle Xiao to come forward, and so on, and even more, a fanatical suitor of Uncle Xiao, holding Zhuge Jue's collar, threatens to dig out the pill from his belly.

Of course, this senior brother who had lost his mind was thrown out of the crowd by others for fear of threatening everyone's safety.

Zhuge Jue was dizzy when he was asked, and couldn't help but doubt his memory, when did he really know that woman without knowing it?

He looked stunned, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is the little uncle you are talking about?"

As soon as these words fell, there was a sudden silence around them.

Zhuge Jue looked at everyone suspiciously, only to see them looking at him with an incredible look, as if they were looking at some freak.

"What, is she famous?"