Xiao Ruoqing forced down the doubts in her heart and looked at the familiar clothes placed on the bed of Mo Li's room.

There seemed to be some unknown crystals left on it, so I subconsciously stepped forward to see what was going on.

Creak——

The door has been opened.

Xiao Ruoqing stepped back, trembling with fear instinctively, but her sneaky appearance was too suspicious, so she acted as if she hadn't heard anything.

A head of shining silver hair appeared in her peripheral vision, and her white shirt was dancing with a hint of coldness.

"doing what?"

Mo Li looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly broke into his room with an expressionless face. Because of her practice, her clothes were semi-transparent, her silver hair was plastered on her cheeks, and a pair of jade legs were looming. Matched with her expression, it was obvious that

He is unsmiling, but gives people a contrasting temptation.

The tone was unkind.

Xiao Ruoqing quickly turned around and coughed slightly, trying to find a suitable reason for her sudden intrusion.

Looking at the junior sister in front of him, his mind turned and he said:

"Well... the leader has returned and seems to be going to register the new disciples of the Sword Sect with the Soul Lamp."

"Sister, I came here specifically to inform you, well, the words have been notified..."

"..."

He turned around and hurried out of the door.

Mo Li looked at her disappearing back, lowering his head and thinking about something.

Shangguan Wenwen, who only exists in legend, has returned to the Sword Sect!?

"Weird thing."

"However, it is true that the Life Soul Lamp has never been recorded in the Sword Sect for so long."

"..."

The life soul lamp intercepts a trace of the life soul of the monk's own three souls and seven souls, and enshrines it in the sect's underworld wedding hall.

This ray of soul is related to the monk himself. If the monk dies, the ray of soul will also be annihilated.

It doesn't have any effect. The only possibility is to prove that this person really belongs to the sect.

Of course, Mo Li also knew that the Life Soul Lamp had another function, which was soul sound transmission. That is, through this ray of soul, the monk himself could be found, which could achieve the effect of sound transmission for thousands of miles, but the effect was a bit tasteless.

.

To trigger this effect, the monk who is thousands of miles away must be in a state of high mental concentration.

Mo Li put aside other thoughts in his mind, gently took off the long gown he wore to practice swordsmanship, and leaned half of his body on the edge of the bed, tilting his head against the bed rail.

Looking at the clothes placed on the short eucalyptus, a blush gradually appeared on her cheeks.

He walked forward, put his whole face against it, took a deep breath, and smelled the various smells mixed on it.

"Master...you really make people..."

"..."

The jade hand gradually slid down, a pair of jade legs tightened, and then the body trembled violently a few times.

Sitting on the ground with his body slightly limp, he stretched out his slender jade fingers and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

She took the long sword, and the blade reflected her current appearance.

There is a faint fragrance floating around, but no one can see its appearance this time.

"How exactly is Mo Li going to treat you?"

"My master?"

Did he already know what he had done with him?

"I really look forward to seeing you again, you have to react."

The tip of her tongue gently licked the blade of the sword, and drops of blood rolled down, just like her heart at the moment, broken but mixed with inexplicable power to gently sew the wound.

After resting for a while, he put on a more formal Sword Sect disciple's clothing and walked out of the room.

...

Under the blooming peach tree at Bujian Peak.

No matter how much the wind and snow blow, they can't get even half an inch closer to this peach tree.

The peach blossoms are reflected on the branches, and the fragrance of the flowers is floating. Can you hear the wisps of piano music that seem to pluck the heartstrings, tugging at the soul, flying all the way?

Yoyo, Yoyo, invisible...

Under the tree, there is a snow-white reed mat, and the long purple glazed skirt is also made of snow.

The woman was leaning in front of the peach tree, wearing a slightly dry dress that was not tied up. She was like snow! She almost blended into the world.

The slender fingers held something, and the thin figure seemed to disappear in the wind.

Shan Wuque held a sewing basket and sat next to the white-haired woman. He gently pushed a piece of white hair behind her ears while smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms. He put his jade hands on a long gown that was almost completed and carefully Dan Wulan embroidered on the ground.

The breeze outlined her cold silhouette, and the coldness between her eyebrows seemed to have a hint of a smile. Her temperament was not as youthful as before, but a little more intellectual and mature.

Suddenly, Shan Wulan's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"hiss--"

A drop of blood slowly flowed down her index finger. She didn't care, put her finger in her mouth and licked away the blood.

It seems that pricking your finger with a needle has become a common thing.

"Sister, you seem to have become a different person!"

Shan Wuque's hair was swaying in the wind, one hand was fiddling with the ball of needlework in his hand, and the other hand was holding his chin, looking at Shan Wulan.

Shan Wulan raised his head and glanced at Shan Wique, then picked up the white gown in his hand, shook it, and said:

"how do you feel!?"

It was sewn according to his body shape, but she had never made clothes before. In the past few days, she had traveled to Hongchen Peak and learned from Wenren Pingxin many times before stumbling to where she was now.

Shan Wuque put down the ball of needlework in his hand, stood up, and walked around the dress a few times in a serious manner, and then nodded heavily:

"Well, sister, that's great!"

"You can see that this is a piece of clothing!"

Shan Wulan: "..."

He placed the crooked gown on the ground and let out a long sigh:

"No way?"

Am I not fit to be a good wife and mother? I can’t even sew a piece of clothing for him.

The white shirt was fluttering in the wind, and there was a hint of pink on it, and one could vaguely tell that these were some peach blossoms.

“Sister, I think she’s very beautiful!!”

"Senior brother will definitely like the clothes made by my sister."

The dull hair on Shan Wique's head rotated rapidly, like a small helicopter.

She stood up and picked up the white shirt, pointed at the peach blossom on it, then grabbed Shan Wulan's jade hand covered with needle holes, and said seriously:

"My mother once said that no matter how bad the thing given to you by the person you like is, the heart contained in it is true!"

"When someone likes you, you can feel the love even if he doesn't say it. This is the most confusing part."

"..."

Shan Wulan's eyes trembled, and she held the white shirt tightly with her jade hands, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Shan Wique sideways:

"So, you think this shirt is terrible?"

Shan Wukue took a step back and said seriously:

"Although you are terrible, you are very hardworking!!"

Shan Wulan snorted coldly and put the piece of clothing in the sewing basket with an expressionless face.

Her jade arms were wrapped around her knees, her head was placed on her knees, and she stared blankly at the peach blossoms above the peach tree.

In the needlework basket, a piece of white snow swayed in the wind.

The two sat together for an unknown amount of time before Shan Wulan suddenly said:

"Sister likes him, right?"

Shan Wuque's face immediately turned red, and he stood up suddenly, shaking his head at her vigorously, the hair on his head spinning almost crazily:

"No...my sister likes him. How could my sister like him?"

"Sister doesn't like Elder Su!"
To be continued...