The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

In the snowflake jade pendant.

"Master, wake up, Master, look, your wife is back."

Hee hee stamped his feet anxiously.

Xueyu has been sleeping for the past ten years, occasionally calling Tang Yixin's name in her dreams.

His jade-like face was covered with crystal white frost.

The long eyelashes are like feathers, as if reluctant to wake up.

Sleeping is very common for Xueyu. Before he met Tang Yixin, he spent most of his time sleeping.

It’s just that I didn’t have any dreams before, but now I’m always chasing someone in my dreams.

"My lord...your wife is taking a bath..." Hehehe shouted at the risk of his life.

After a while...

Xueyu still didn't open her eyes, and sat down on the ground in disappointment.

This is really sleeping.

Hehehe didn't notice that Xueyu's fingertips were slightly bent under her sleeves.

Tang Yixien picked up the snowflake jade pendant and hung it on his waist belt.

In the morning of a remote town, the sounds of hawking on the roadside can be heard one after another.

Jin Xiaoxiao woke up very early, with his eyes open and a calm expression on his face.

Everything would be boring if it weren't for that little bit of hope.

He got up and washed like a puppet.

Jin Xiaoxiao is a germaphobe. He can even wear the same clothes for two days, but two days is his limit.

There was also dust on the floor, so he used his water spirit power to wipe it off lightly.

The downstairs of the inn was already bustling with activity. Freshly steamed buns were rising hot, and the innkeeper was looking around from behind the counter.

Today's distinguished guest hasn't come down yet.

He did some calculations and looked up, only to see the tall and graceful young man coming down the stairs.

I felt relieved when I saw that he had covered his face with gauze.

Jin Xiaoxiao followed the local customs today and covered her face with white gauze.

For some reason, most of the people in this small town are covered with gauze, as if they don't want people to see their true faces.

Whenever he walked on the street, villagers would always kindly remind him to cover his face.

He did as he was told today, for no other reason than to save himself the trouble.

Jin Xiaoxiao walked down from upstairs, came to the counter and asked where the nearby lake was where he could fish.

Jin Xiaoxiao's appearance is already outstanding, and wearing a veil like this makes her eyes look even more beautiful, like pale gemstones.

But this young man always gives people the feeling that if you look at him for one more moment, he will freeze you to death.

The shopkeeper told me the location and didn't dare to look at Jin Xiaoxiao for too long.

"Thank you." Jin Xiaoxiao turned around and walked out of the inn.

The reason he asked about the fishing lake was because he wanted to "accidentally meet" the hermit.

Although the town is not small, there is only one lake where you can fish.

Jin Xiaoxiao followed the boss' instructions and walked eastward, but saw a dense forest.

Wasn’t it the lake we agreed on?

He looked carefully and saw mottled waves reflected between the dense forest.

Jin Xiaoxiao walked into the dense forest, searching everywhere. Perhaps it was difficult to encounter such a hermit master?

Then he saw a person clearly, who should be the hermit master.

The tall man was very tall, as tall as a bamboo pole, standing by the river, and he was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, the other end of the bamboo pole was in the water.

It looks like fishing, but it looks more like drying bamboo poles.

Right next to the master, there was a large wooden basin on the ground. Inside the basin, there was nothing but water.

Jin Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered slightly, and she raised the Lingxi fan in her hand. She saw the master extending a bamboo pole under the water. The water rippled and countless fish gathered underwater.

Soon a fish took the bait.

The master was not polite at all. He lifted the bamboo pole and brought out a big fish. Then he threw it into the basin next to him, flapping its wings.

The master turned around, holding the bamboo pole, and looked at Jin Xiaoxiao.

Jin Xiaoxiao had already removed the gauze from her face.

The wealthy and powerful young man is aloof and indifferent.

Originally, Jin Xiaoxiao exuded an air of indifference, and now he was even more indifferent, like a wisp of smoke.

The master pursed his lips and smiled, then said in a low, hoarse voice:

"It seems that my maid has become infatuated with him again."

Jin Xiaoxiao held the fan in both hands and saluted gracefully.

"I am also a soul cultivator. I came to visit you today and have something to ask you."

"Don't teach."

It was late autumn at the time, and the sun was blazing, penetrating the trees and falling on the grass.

The wind rustled through the trees.

This was a confrontation between two soul cultivators. As someone from a family of soul cultivators, Jin Xiaoxiao rarely encountered soul cultivators outside of the Jin family.

Especially this unfathomable soul cultivator in front of him, who is said to have been practicing for hundreds of years.

Jin Xiaoxiao could feel her spiritual consciousness being spied on, but the other party was unable to penetrate into Jin Xiaoxiao's spiritual consciousness.

This is the most basic requirement for soul cultivation. Jin Xiaoxiao's spiritual awareness has only been close to Tang Yixien's.

No matter how Jin Xiaoxiao looked at it, the other party didn't seem that profound.

The master's face was slightly flat, his skin was sallow, but his small eyes were exceptionally bright, showing that he was a soul cultivator.

"I'm Gao Ren." Gao Ren said.

...

Jin Xiaoxiao looked at him with confusion.

"Gao means master, Ren means merciful." Gao Ren explained immediately.

Jin Xiaoxiao nodded slightly.

Gao Ren looked at Jin Xiaoxiao again and said slowly,

"If I'm not mistaken, you're trapped in love?"

"Well, I guess so." Jin Xiaoxiao admitted it straightforwardly.

"It's a big taboo for soul cultivators to fall in love. Why bother? You can just use your spiritual consciousness to suppress that person and make him like you." Gao Ren said with infinite emotion.

"So you've been single for hundreds of years?" Jin Xiaoxiao said in a cold tone.

"You...is this your attitude of asking for help?" Gao Ren pinched his waist and said.

"Help me look at a magic circle, what do you want?" Jin Xiaoxiao was too lazy to play tricks in front of the soul cultivator.

He could see that Gao Ren was difficult to deal with, and flattery wouldn't necessarily help him.

Jin Xiaoxiao's Lingxi fan unfolded, and an extremely complex magic circle pattern appeared on the fan.

Gao Ren took a look and couldn't move his eyes away. He frowned and said:

"You are so brave, little kid! You dare to set up such a magic circle?"

"Have I made any mistakes in setting up this magic circle?" Jin Xiaoxiao asked seriously while looking at the magic circle.

Gao Ren's eyes, as big as yellow beans, carefully examined the magic circle, and then his gaze fell on Jin Xiaoxiao.

"You're quite handsome, kid. How come you're in need of a companion? Who is it that would be worth all the trouble? Why would you even bother using the forbidden Samsara formation?"

"My master."

When Jin Xiaoxiao said this, her calm eyes seemed to ripple.

Gao Ren couldn't understand how worthy this person was.

After a moment, Gao Ren's eyes flashed with subtle cunning, and he said with one hand behind his back:

"How about this, if you help me kill my enemy, I'll tell you what's wrong with the magic circle."

Seeing that Jin Xiaoxiao was a gentleman, he explained:

"She's a demon. She killed my dog ​​and many other people. I hate her."

......

"Why don't you take revenge for your personal grudge?" Jin Xiaoxiao put away the Lingxi fan and asked with a frown.

Gao Ren straightened his bamboo-like back and squinted his eyes as he said:

"Can't beat it."