The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

The two of them walked out of the study and went to the side hall.

Linglong glanced at Zi'an who was walking and reciting the cultivation formula, and said, "An'an, you should practice well in the next few days. I will go to Zhongzhou after I finish my work here."

Zi'an, who was thinking about practicing, came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay, sister."

Linglong ruffled the obedient boy's hair and said, "Let's eat first."

"Master, there are many strange auras coming from the dark."

Linglong walked into the side hall holding Zi'an's hand, and was aware of Youxue's baby voice.

"Well, when I was with An An, You Xue and the Red Flame Fox went into the space to practice."

"Yes, Master."

The two sat down, Linglong helped the boy scoop a bowl of soup, and said in a light voice: "Ming Si, there are guests coming to the bookstore, please entertain them."

Ming Si, whose hand had already fallen on the soft sword at his waist, responded respectfully, "Yes, Master.

Seeing that Zi'an hadn't made anything yet, Linglong picked up a piece of honey vinegar pork and put it into Zi'an's bowl.

"Eat first."

Zi'an suppressed the doubts in his mind, nodded, picked up the silver chopsticks and served some light dishes to Linglong. When he saw Linglong picking up her chopsticks, he started to eat his own food.

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"Are you sure the Pavilion Master is here?"

The woman's cold voice sounded slowly.

Xueyue behind him shuddered all over, her tone was respectful, but mostly filled with fear.

"Yes, Vice Pavilion Master."

The woman in blue standing on the roof had a slender body and leaned bonelessly against a man.

The woman in blue raised her hand and touched the man's cheek. She moved closer and asked calmly, "How many of our people are left in the pavilion?"

When Xueyue heard this, she subconsciously took a step back and lowered her head even more.

"All were eliminated."

puff……

As soon as these words fell, Xueyue flew backwards.

The man next to the woman had died silently and rolled under the eaves.

"waste."

The woman's voice became more and more sinister. She never expected that a little boy could be so capable.

The sound of breaking wind came from behind with murderous intent. The woman looked interested, took out the jade flute from her waist, put it to her lips, and turned around to retreat violently.

woo-

The blue sleeves fluttered and a strange tune came out from the flute at the woman's lips.

At the same time, the woman also saw clearly who attacked her. A masked man in black clothes holding a black long sword stood where she had just been.

When Zi'an heard the sound of the flute, he stopped eating.

This is the unique melody of the Snow Night Girl.

"Enjoy your meal in peace." A soothing and gentle voice sounded in my ears.

Linglong picked up the clean silver chopsticks, picked up a meatball and put it in Zian's bowl, and said softly: "Just treat it as an experience for Chen Bei."

To break through the realm of immortal cultivation after birth, one needs an opportunity, and this is Chen Bei's opportunity.

Linglong finished the last bite of rice and stood up, "Guai'an, eat slowly. This is a song that I've learned recently. Guai'an, listen to it."

Zi'an raised his head with puffy cheeks and nodded blankly.

In fact, what he wanted to know most now was how Linglong managed to eat quickly and in the most elegant manner.

Coming to the couch by the window, Linglong sat down and waved, and an ancient and mysterious dark brown two-stringed harp appeared on her knees.

The white fingertips lightly pluck the strings of the piano, and the lingering sound of the piano, wrapped in the snow wind, comes slowly, refreshing the heart and mind.

On the roof near the bookstore, Chen Bei, who looked a little disheveled, clearly felt a dull pain in his dantian.

The girl on Xue Ye did not stop playing the flute. She was very surprised at the strong internal strength of the man wielding the knife in front of her.

His sinister gaze was fixed on the other person's chest, on the embroidered pattern of a delicate little tower.

Could it be the recently famous Lousha Palace? If so, this newly rising force should not be underestimated.

Just as this thought came to mind, a long piano sound came from the courtyard next door.

Xue Ye Nu, who had been nonchalant at first, was shocked by this incident and her breath surged, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the contrary, the pain in Chen Bei's dantian disappeared, and was replaced by a feeling of comfort throughout the body.

Under the mask, Chen Bei's pale complexion was regaining its rosy color.

The corners of his lips curled up in a cruel arc, and he turned the big knife in his hand, activating his internal force and rushing towards the person in front of him.

The girl on Xue Ye covered her chest and did not want to fight. She made a feint, looked at Chen Bei deeply, and left.

Chen Bei did not chase after him, but put the sword behind his back.

"Owner, you don't want to chase me?"

A melodious and crisp voice rang in his ears. Chen Bei retracted his gaze, glanced sideways, and frowned when he saw that even the black clothes could not hide the bloodstains on Ming Si's body.

"What are you chasing for? Go take a shower."

Although I have warned this guy and given him the control pill Zhenxin Dan, I still have to tell my master in order to prevent him from seeking death.

Ming Si, who had put the soft sword at his waist, raised his round face with a puzzled look when he heard the words.

"Owner, what are you washing?"

Chen Bei flicked Ming Si's clothes with his broadsword, looked at the falling blood, and said coldly: "Master, your body is delicate, you have to pay attention to these."

Ming Si pursed his lips. Isn’t he a cute boy?

The round little face wrinkled into a ball: "Does the host have any medicine that can control my madness when seeing blood?"

Chen Bei looked at Ming Si calmly, then jumped into the bookstore, leaving his words in the air.

"Master, that's all."

After Chen Bei left, Ming Si retracted all the expressions on his face, glanced in the direction where Xue Yenv left, and flew away.

Linglong stopped what she was doing and placed her hands flat on the strings. She looked across at the boy who was staring at her blankly with his chin in his hand and reached out to touch the boy's small nose.

"God back."

Zi'an came back to his senses after hearing the voice and reached out to hold Linglong's hand which she was about to take back.

"Sister, just now my internal energy, oh no, it's the spiritual energy, has been flowing through my body at a much faster speed."

Linglong raised the hand under the empty space, and as she moved, beautiful air danced on her fingertips.

"Well, I used spiritual power to bless them. As long as they are not hostile, they can calm the inner thoughts. Those with high mental aptitude can improve their strength."

Zi'an nodded as if he understood, his eyes falling on Linglong's knees and the piano he had never seen before.

"Sister, can I see this piano?"

"Of course." When Zi'an let go, Linglong put the zither on the couch, stood up and walked behind Zi'an, holding his hand that was strumming the strings.

"This zither is called a double string zither, and it requires inner strength to play it."

After hearing what Linglong said, Zi'an instinctively summoned the spiritual power in his body and lightly plucked the strings that had not been plucked just now.

Zheng……

The piano sounded.

Zi'an tilted his head back in joy, "Sister, I succeeded."

Linglong kissed the boy and stood up: "Well, keeping this zither is just right for you to practice controlling your spiritual power."

Hearing this, Zi'an's eyebrows curved, and he hugged Linglong's waist sideways, "Sister is so nice."

Linglong ruffled the boy's soft hair and asked, "Guai'an, do you need to go back to your faction?"

Zi'an shook his head in Linglong's arms: "No, it's already been cleaned up."

It won’t be too late to go back after Linglong’s affairs are almost dealt with.

Linglong gently stroked the boy's hand and paused. No wonder the little guy's luck, which had just returned a little, began to dim again.

As he thought about it, his fingertips moved along the boy's fragile neck to his creamy chin.

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