In the early morning, a hundred birds chirp.

The rising sun shines through the clouds to the earth, and the glazed bricks and tiles of the Pavilion reflect dazzling light in the sunlight.

Everything slowly wakes up in the warm and soft sunlight, and the green leaves of the pines and cypresses in the forest are falling with crystal dewdrops, which drip on the ground after exceeding the load of green leaves.

The new disciples on the Pavilion had already started their cultivation with the inner disciples on the Ling Feng Stage, but there was no trace of Mu Feng in the crowd.

Qingge stood on the stone steps of the Pavilion and looked at the people on the Ling Feng Stage, his two black eyebrows furrowed slightly, full of doubts.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak to the silence, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

"Miss Qingge didn't come here to cultivate the Tao, she didn't send anyone to summon her, she stood here for a long time, but what's the matter?"

Suddenly, Qingge felt that it was a mistake for her to meet him here.

She didn't want to have anything to do with everyone here, but in the face of his candid appearance, she couldn't resist.

However, he knew that he had another purpose for coming this time, but he did not have the slightest intention of taking precautions. is so straightforward, but it makes the Qingge, who never beats around the bush, a little overwhelmed.

"Master Mu, Immortal Lord Su is back!"

"I think it's coming soon, isn't it Miss Qingge who came here this time to find a respected teacher?"

For a moment she didn't know how to answer his question.

If Su Mingyi was willing to lend her the Dust Refining Bead, she would be willing to return it in the future and let him benefit the common people. If she didn't want to, she could only grab it.

Qingge turned his head to look at him, his lips slightly open, and he was about to answer his question, but he heard a cheerful voice from under Ling Feng's stage.

"Senior brother, senior brother, Master is back!"

"Master is back!"

In the midst of the cheers, a figure appeared on the bluestone path of Lingfeng Terrace.

The person who came was wearing the clothes of the Wind Pavilion, with a pine and cypress diagram different from that of the Su family's disciples embroidered on the collar and shoulders, and the hem of the front placket was embroidered with golden ripples, shining with some dazzling streamers under the sunlight.

Under the two thick eyebrows like lying silkworms, a pair of sharp eyes, with a strong sense of majesty, are less friendly.

On his moderately thick lips, the faint bruises on his beard give him a strong masculinity.

In his hand, he held an indigo-colored sword, and the short jade ornament sword spike at the hilt kept shaking as he walked.

Immediately behind him was a man with a grim face, almost the same age as Shi Yunya, but he looked a little more calm than him.

Angular outlines, a pair of narrow and sharp eyes, shining with a cunning essence. His thin lips were hooked, and he seemed to bow slightly to the disciples politely, but he always exuded an air of pretentiousness.

It's not so much that he's calm, but that there's something dark.

Qingge followed closely behind Mu Feng and walked down the stairs to the Lingfeng platform.

Mu Feng bowed to him respectfully, and his smile was like a splendid mountain flower blooming in the wind in the forest, which was pleasing to the eye.

"Master has worked hard to go out this time. The disciples have already prepared hot water and meals for the master and all the juniors and disciples. ”

Su Mingyi laughed happily: "Haha...... It is really a great honor to have such a considerate disciple of Mu Feng.

What about Mu'er, that girl, she knew that I was back, why didn't she come out to greet me?"

"Back to Master, Mu'er had a few words with her disciple yesterday, and she was losing her temper, so I'll go to make amends and invite her later. ”

Before Su Mingyi could speak, the man behind him spoke first.

"Senior brother, this is your mistake, little junior sister is the pearl of our master's palm, how can you make her angry? I don't know, I think you bullied her when the master went out!"

Mu Feng's expression changed slightly, but he had no intention of arguing with him, but Qingge on the side couldn't help but chuckle, full of mockery.

She didn't know how long she hadn't heard such insinuations, but now she suddenly heard them, which made her feel a sense of intimacy.

The man heard the disdainful chuckle and glanced at Qingge, only to find that she was wearing the clothes of her own outer disciples, and her eyes were very contemptuous.

"It turns out that we haven't been here for a few days, and Senior Brother has recruited these ordinary disciples for the Windy Pavilion. I don't know if it's because there are too few people in this community who want to cultivate, or if the senior brother's requirements are too high. ”

When the word 'high' is spoken, the sarcasm between the words becomes stronger.

Mu Feng smiled dumbly, too lazy to engage in a senseless verbal dispute with him.

"Senior Brother Cheng Yi has won the award!

Master, let's take a break and change your clothes. A few days ago, three immortal friends came to their menstrual career, and they must have come here for something important, and they have been waiting for a long time. ”

Su Mingyi nodded, glanced at him, and glanced at Cheng Yi with his spare eyes, without his words, and walked towards the Pavilion of the Wind and the Wind.

Cheng Yi passed by Qingge's side, the tip of her nose let out a faint snort, and the appearance of no one in her eyes made her a little annoyed.

She thought that only she had seen those evil faces, but she never thought that history would always be strikingly similar after many years.

When they all left, Mu Feng's face was still that light-hearted, as if the person who had just been maliciously confronted was not himself.

Qingge was a little moved by this, she had seen too many people who looked like they were in front of them and had a face behind them. She thought he would do the same, but she didn't think that he would ignore what others said about him.

She shook her head with some regret, always feeling that the atmosphere of the Wind Pavilion was an insult to him, and he should have a better and purer world.

After Su Mingyi and the disciples in the sect left, Mu Feng turned his head and smiled slightly apologetically at her.

"Let Miss Qingge smile, half an hour later, come to the Zhengyang Hall of the Wind Pavilion, and take the first step. ”

Qingge didn't reply, just nodded, watching his back disappear at the end of the stone steps, feeling a little sad inexplicably.

The people on Ling Feng Stage, who were originally cultivating in an orderly manner, were interrupted by Su Mingyi's return.

A man trotted up to her, smiling brightly, and a little cramped in his words.

"Empress...... Girl, why don't you cultivate with us?"

Because she hasn't officially started the arrangement, I don't know what to call her, so I have to call her a girl.

It wasn't until this moment that Qingge looked at him carefully, the man in front of him had eyebrows like splashing ink, his eyes were like stars, and his eyes were a little shallower than ordinary people, but they were still bright.

Under the high onion-like nose, the lips are slightly closed, and the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked upward, so you don't need to smile but have a smile on your face.

With such a face, even the cold Qingge felt unusually kind, and it was only after a while that she remembered his name.

"Yang Rin?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's me, it's me!"

He seemed excited that she could remember his name, and his eyes flashed with surprise, so much so that his tone was a little high.

Yang Rin looked around, his face deeply puzzled.

"Miss Qingge, why haven't you seen that Engong since the trial?

My mother hopes that one day I can become a hero who protects the common people in the world, if it weren't for that son, I'm afraid I would be eliminated. ”

He ...... His mother is sick, so he left the Pavilion, and if I see him again in the future, I will thank you on your behalf!"

Yang Rin didn't seem to expect that she, who seemed to be unapproachable, was so warm-hearted, and then bowed and thanked him again and again, and then followed the inner disciples to learn the art of practicing qi.

Qingge turned and left Lingfeng Terrace, and the gaze in the crowd followed her back until it disappeared.