We are cannon fodder, and we are leading the way in cultivating immortals.

Xie Wanyue looked at Jiang Shaobai and Ling Lan again, with a faint smile in her eyes, and without saying anything, she pulled Wen Xiangyi and walked back.

Wen Xiangyi wanted to see what Xie Wanyue's plan was, so she didn't struggle and followed her step by step.

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai looked at each other and followed immediately.

After passing through a hanging flower door, Xie Wanyue pointed to the quiet courtyard in front of her, "You two can make do with each other here for now."

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai didn't speak. They both looked at Wen Xiangyi at the same time.

Wen Xiangyi withdrew his hand and smiled nonchalantly, "I've arranged a house for you, why don't you thank me quickly."

Xie Wanyue covered her lips and smiled softly, "They are all Ayi's friends, not to mention Xie."

After saying this, she looked at Wen Xiangyi, her eyes moving, "Let's go, Fellow Daoist Wen."

Wen Xiangyi quietly winked at the two of them and followed Xie Wanyue away.

Ling Lan frowned as she watched the two of them disappear into the mist, "Although Xie Wanyue is a remnant soul, we can't see her cultivation. Xiangyi's trip is a bit risky."

Jiang Shaobai patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Xiangyi should have a sense of discretion in her heart. We can just act according to the situation. If not, she still has the Heart-Protective Scale given by Nirvana Fire and Burning Light to protect herself."

"I forgot about this." Ling Lan's brows relaxed.

Although Wen Xiangyi put the Heart Protector into his storage bag, it was not a mortal thing after all. If he sensed danger, it would probably play an important role.

The two of them stood at the door of the courtyard and watched the white mist gradually dissipate, then they discussed returning to Qinghuai Garden to find out.

On the other side, Wen Xiangyi followed Xie Wanyue back to her room.

As soon as he stepped in, the door closed automatically. There was a small incense burner placed on the sandalwood table in the middle. Wisps of green smoke rose up, and an elegant and sweet smell filled the room.

Wen Xiangyi's eyes flashed, and she quickly recited the breath-holding technique. She looked at Xie Wanyue with a smile, "I also hit it off with fellow Taoist Xie, and I feel that this title is a bit unfamiliar. How about I call you Wanyue? You can just call me Xiangyi. .”

"of course can."

Xie Wanyue showed a gentle smile, her eyes were bright, and she looked charming.

She walked to the dressing table and sat down. She took out a wooden comb from her sleeve and slowly raised her long hair. She looked at Wen Xiangyi through the diamond mirror and asked, "Does Xiangyi have a sweetheart?"

Wen Xiangyi didn't expect her to ask this question. She smiled and shook her head, "No."

Xie Wanyue stopped talking. She withdrew her gaze and combed her hair again and again in silence.

Her hair is extraordinarily long and can hang down to the ground after the braided part is removed. Seeing her in a dark and quiet environment will make people feel inexplicably scared.

After a long while, she said, "Yes, most sword cultivators are ruthless."

Her voice was soft and calm, as if any breeze could blow it away.

But Wen Xiangyi could hear a sense of resentment for no reason, and she seemed to have something to say.

The previous plot mentioned that Qian Yuanzi was also a swordsman. Could it be that he and Xie Wanyue were actually a pair of enemies?

After thinking about it, she asked, "Wanyue, why didn't you go out to practice with fellow Taoist Qian Yuanzi? Since we are Taoist companions, you can use the art of dual cultivation, harmonizing yin and yang to increase your cultivation."

Xie Wanyue's cheeks turned red, "He wouldn't let me go out with him." As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression became lonely, "Did he ask you to send me a message?"

Wen Xiangyi thought for a moment and then said, "Fellow Taoist Qian Yuanzi said that he wanted to ask about the place where he misses lovesickness, when the flowers bloom and fall."

Xie Yunyue was startled for a moment, and the wooden comb in her hand almost fell to the ground. She quickly held it in her hand and asked eagerly, "He really said that?"

Wen Xiangyi lied without blushing, "Of course, he said this himself, so we must tell you!"

Xie Wanyue said nothing. She looked at the wooden comb in her hand and silently placed it against her heart.

Wen Xiangyi's eyes fell on the wooden comb in her hand, and a dark color flashed in her eyes.

Just as she was thinking about it, Xie Wanyue suddenly stood up and walked around behind Wen Xiangyi.

The crystal mirror in front of them just reflected their faces.

Xie Wanyue's face in the mirror was pale and pale, with a frozen smile. It was just a piece of rotten wood hanging with a beautiful skin, which was different from what Wen Xiangyi saw with the naked eye.

"Xiangyi, you are so beautiful. If you have a Taoist companion in the future, he will definitely comb your hair and draw your eyebrows every day."

Her pale and thin fingers gently stroked Wen Xiangyi's hair, and her fingertips lightly brushed against her neck.

Xie Wanyue's fingers were very cold, and the coolness went directly through Wen Xiangyi's thick hair, seeping from her scalp into her blood. Every inch was bitingly cold.

Goosebumps instantly appeared on his body, and Wen Xiangyi cried out in his heart, but his face was calm and his smile remained unchanged.

Is this a remnant soul? This is a fucking female ghost!

Why? There seems to be no difference!

She touched her cheek and smiled, "Beauty is fleeting, and people's hearts are fickle. No matter how good-looking you are, you will eventually get tired of it. Loving someone depends on their heart, not their face."

Xie Wanyue fell silent, and the whole room suddenly fell into silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

After a long time, she let out a long sigh, withdrew her hand to touch her cheek and looked at the mirror to feel sorry for herself, "You are right, no matter how beautiful you are, you will be let down, not to mention the beauty of a willow tree, looking at the autumn. fall."

As she spoke, she put down the mirror, turned around and walked slowly towards the big bed of pineapple flowers and wood.

The bead curtain made a soft crackling sound, and then calmed down. Wen Xiangyi looked at the green smoke rising from the incense burner, and felt a little sleepy for a moment.

She walked gently to the beauty couch next to her and sat down. She wanted to wait for Xie Wanyue to fall asleep completely before meeting Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai, but she didn't expect that she would also fall asleep leaning on the soft cushion. Fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed slowly sat up. She glanced at the sleeping girl on the beauty's couch, a sneer on her pale lips, and then slowly left the room.

……

On the other side, Jiang Shaobai and Ling Lan felt that it was almost time, so they quietly returned to Qinghuai Garden.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, snow-white locust flowers fell all over them, and their fragrance wafted over them.

Jiang Shaobai patted the Sophora japonica on his shoulder and carefully looked around every corner of the yard. He saw weeds, moss and broken tiles everywhere, but he didn't see anything special.

Ling Lan went to check the locked doors. Due to years of disrepair, the locks were heavily rusted. There was no aura or restraint on them, and they broke with a gentle squeeze.

The courtyard was not big, with only two rooms in total. Ling Lan went in and took a look at each room. There was nothing in the room except some dusty furnishings, and there was absolutely nothing related to the formation.

He tried again to see if there were any secret compartments, but he couldn't find any, just an ordinary room.