Outside Xishu City, a tired white-clothed 'fairy' slowly walked into the city, the cloud bun on her head was a little messy, and the pearl and jade hairpin were crooked, which was very frustrating, but this 'fairy' didn't have the idea of combing it, the pair of peach blossom and apricot eyes seemed to have become a pair of hollows, and she walked straight into the city with a long sword.

The crowd was weaving, a green-robed Taoist priest followed behind the white cloth through the bustling crowd, always keeping a distance from her that was difficult to find, he was carrying a long weapon wrapped in white cloth, walking on the street was very eye-catching, but he turned a blind eye to the strange eyes of pedestrians, and thought of the white-clothed 'fairy' walking in front.

Ordered to go to Qingxuan Mountain to take advantage of the fire to rob or not to return, Su Xiyao, the female eldest disciple of Fuxue Mountain Villa, stopped outside an inn with a hot business, and the two big lanterns at the door of the inn swayed and swayed in the wind, just like the ups and downs of the woman's state of mind.

Su Xiyao hesitated for a long time and took one step, but before she took a step, her whole body froze again, like a statue standing between people coming and going, with no goal or idea, staying in place is the most reassuring place.

The green-robed Taoist priest shook his body, hid in an alley, secretly probed to pay attention to the actions of the white cloth, an inexplicable sourness swirled around his heart, he first met the white-clothed two were only ten years old, that time he was not the chief disciple of the Vientiane Temple, just an authentic Shu child, this time in order to find an opportunity for the Vientiane Temple to return to his hometown, although many things have long been things and people, but more or less still make the future of the invincible green robe Taoist deeply touched.

When he was young, his family was a dilapidated settlement in Xishu City, but his fate was diametrically opposed to other poor people of the same year.

Before that, he had a very good playmate of the same age in Xishu City, who was the woman in white who was standing at the door of the inn and hesitated, Su Xiyao, the female disciple of the Snow Villa.

The two of them have similar backgrounds, they are both muddy feet that were trampled on the soles of their feet in Xishu City, but if they want to divide the gold and break the two to investigate to the end, the life of the Qingpao Taoist is a little better than Su Xiyao, although his family is a dilapidated settlement in this Xishu City, but it is better to have tiles to cover his head, sleepy with his father next to his shoulder, and an eaves to cover the rain when it rains, even if it is not as big as the gate of Xishu City, but there is a hope.

Su Xiyao and Zhou Muyun are fundamentally different, her identity makes people sneer, at the beginning of the Liangliao war, a large number of refugees from the north moved into Xishu, Su Xiyao is one of them, on the way to escape and separated from relatives, all the way to Xishu City, it is this special identity, so that many orphans were adopted by the big families in the city to be servants and children, Su Xiyao can only continue to be lonely, rain wet head three meals without support, many refugee orphans are mixed with stealing chickens and dogs, gangs in groups of three or five, drank wine and ate meat, and even many fleeing girls have joined them, but Su Xiyao is not stained out of silt, and even gave some of the meals that had been begged back to some orphans who had their hands and feet broken because of sneaking.

There is such a saying among some old people with frosty white hair, there are gods who raise their heads three feet, and people are watching the sky, maybe it is really because God is eye-opening

Therefore, not long after Zhou Muyun was taken to Vientiane Mountain, this kind-hearted girl was also brought back to Fuxue Mountain Villa by the snow flowers passing through Xishu City at that time.

Later, the two met in that shocking battle between good and evil, Zhou Muyun was pleasantly surprised, it turned out that Su Xiyao worshiped under the door of Fuxue Villa, and finally cleared the clouds and saw the blue sky.

Thinking back on the past, Zhou Muyun showed a bitter smile to himself, attracting some passers-by to point and point, not to mention what the white cloth was wrapping, looking at it no less than dozens of catties, this person is still walking around on his back, is he a fool?

Zhou Muyun naturally didn't pay attention to those ill-intentioned eyes, he only had the white clothes in his eyes, in fact, a large part of this trip to Shu to look for opportunities for Vientiane also came from this female disciple of the Snow Villa.

Zhou Muyun took out an ornament from the belt around his waist, saying that it was really too much, a small red thread passed through a black plum kernel, which was extremely simple, even if it fell on the street, no one would bend down to pick it up, but it was not changed for gold in the green robe Taoist priest, and it was just like this all over the world, which was more expensive than jade agate.

About the origin of this plum core bracelet, I have to go back to Xishu City that year, Zhou Muyun, who was in his early tens, hid in an alley, secretly looked at a preserved fruit shop on the other side of the long street, this is his mother's death day, he heard his father say that his mother was the daughter of a large family in Jianghuai, and he loved to eat this salty and sour plum, almost all day long, but then he followed his father who was a slave and eloped back to Xishu and never tasted the taste of plum again, The young Zhou Muyun plucked up the courage to walk into the Liangguo shop, grabbed a handful of words and ran away, but where could he compare to the sturdy shopkeeper in the store, he was arrested and beaten before he ran two steps, and the words and plums that were tightly grasped in his hands were also recaptured, and the young Zhou Muyun sat in the alley with his hands and knees, crying silently, but at this time Su Xiyao appeared in the alley, her nose was blue and her face was swollen, her little hands clenched her fists and came to Zhou Muyun's side, and she also sat down against the stone wall of the alley, spread out her hands, and inside was an intact sour and salty plum。

Gathering his mind, Zhou Muyun, who was carrying a long weapon with a white cloth, saw Su Xiyao walk into the inn, his brows narrowed slightly, and he quietly followed the inn.

On the second floor of the inn were two rows of door-to-door wings, and the woman in white walked towards a side room at the end with a long sword, but her pace slowed down significantly, and every step seemed to be hesitating.

Outside the wing room at the end, Su Xiyao's face turned pale, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.

In the room, a woman dressed in white and wearing a light veil stood by the window with her back to the door, and her concave and delicate figure made it difficult to imagine that she was actually a woman over forty years old.

Next door to the middle-aged woman in white and shawl, there is a woman in white with a purple hairpin on her head, a pair of fox eyes are so charming, and her graceful figure is plump and beautiful, but her lips are a little purple and blue, which should be because of rouge, which is extremely charming.

Su Xiyao respectfully saluted the middle-aged woman standing with her back to her: "Meet Master." ”

During this period, a gloating look appeared on the face of Zichai Baiyi.

The middle-aged woman standing by the window hummed, turned around slowly, her appearance was as stunning as her figure, the age of the half-aged was not inferior to the young woman in her prime, her skin was as fair as mutton fat jade, and the only thing that could see some traces of time was the corner of her eyes, a shallow crow's feet.

"What about Qingxuan Demon Crystal?" asked the middle-aged woman who was called Master by Su Xiyao, Xue Zhonghua, the current owner of the Snow Breeze Mountain Villa, with an indescribable coldness in her tone.

Zhou Muyun came to the door unconsciously, and peeked at the dynamics in the room with his ears close to the crack in the door.

Su Xiyao fell to her knees with a puff, her hands prostrate, and her forehead pressed against the ground: "The disciple is useless." ”

"Failed?" Xue Zhonghua did not put on a posture of asking the guilt, but took a small step forward, glanced at the purple hairpin woman beside her and said, "Zi Yao obviously said that you have already taken the Qingxuan Demon Crystal into your pocket, why did you fail?"

At this time, the purple hairpin woman snorted lightly, adding fuel to the fire and said, "Senior Sister Su, shouldn't you give back the fat duck that you got in your hand?"

Su Xiyao didn't answer, and knelt on the ground motionless.

"Actually, I have also heard a little about my senior sister's previous life experience, and I heard that the great disciple of the Vientiane Temple who Leng Buding intervened sideways and prevented us from snatching the Qingxuan Demon Crystal and you are old friends, but Zi Yao thought that Senior Sister would act impartially, but I didn't expect that Senior Sister would dare to disobey Master's order, and return the Qingxuan Demon Crystal to its original owner in the memory of the old love. The purple hairpin woman named Ziyao said in a puffy tone while pacing back and forth in the room.

"Is what Zi Yao said true?" Xue Zhonghua's tone suddenly fell cold.

Su Xiyao still didn't answer, her body trembled slightly, she raised her head and said to the middle-aged woman with sobs, "Master, turn back to the shore." ”

Xuezhonghua's face suddenly turned pale, and she stretched out her hand and was about to draw it towards Su Xiyao, but when her hand hovered in mid-air, she paused, and slammed her trajectory towards the Eight Immortals table in the room, directly folding off a corner of the table.

Su Xiyao tried her best to stop sobbing and said, "Master, the five major sects are connected by blood, but the Snow Breeze Mountain Villa is robbing while it is on fire, what is the difference between this and Liu Weiqi and the likes of the Heavenly Dragon Society?"

Su Xiyao calmed down and said: "This operation was broken by the disciple of the Flying Peak, fortunately, he is still willing to give us a chance to mend our ways, and he promised that as long as Master, you dispel the idea of seizing the Qingxuan Demon Crystal, he will not make this matter public." ”

Xue Zhonghua sneered, gently rubbed the two crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and said, "Su Xiyao, have you forgotten who you are?"

Su Xiyao was stunned for a moment, lowered her head silently, and said no more.

Xuezhonghua stopped the movements in her hand, and said with a gloomy expression: "Your parents are both demons of the Heavenly Dragon Society, how can you, the evil obstacle of the Heavenly Dragon Society, be criticized as a teacher? Don't forget that if it weren't for the teacher who brought you back to the Great Snow Mountain, you would have starved to death on the streets, and now that you are full-fledged, you have learned the ability to disobey your master?"

Su Xiyao looked down at the ground, couldn't see her expression clearly, stopped sobbing and replied calmly: "Don't dare"