With the warm and fragrant soft jade in your arms, you will naturally sleep deeper than usual.
When Lu Feixue woke up, his little girl was no longer beside him. He was so frightened that he sat up instantly!
Just in time, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and the sound of rough mining coming from outside the door.
"Brother Zhuang, we sent him here. We don't want to go in and disturb your brother while he's sleeping!"
Zhuang Ling responded with a smile, and when she watched the other party leave, she helplessly held her forehead.
This penetrating loud voice made her feel like her master Lu was about to be awakened.
Fortunately, her roommate in the nearby room also went out for a walk like her, otherwise she would have been looked at like a monkey.
Sure enough, just after the weapons shop master left, she saw Lu Feixue opening the door and frowning at the crutch in her hand.
He seemed to want to preach to her, but he silently bent down to pick up the bow and arrow and iron sword on the ground, and squatted down towards her, gesturing for her to lie on his back.
Zhuang Ling obediently lay on Lu Feixue's back and was carried into the house by him. When the door behind her slowly closed, she heard the voices of fellow Taoists chatting and laughing from the stairs.
It seems that not long after, everyone will set off for Taiyuan City. I wonder if they can still laugh after being ambushed by the Demon Spirit Palace.
When Zhuang Ling went to buy weapons for self-defense, she thought about reminding Si Yexuan to take a detour, but she knew that whatever she said would be in vain.
Because there are irreversible tricks in the plot, she will not be able to change her will. Just like when she fought back against the heroine in public, she did not expect that the original father would suddenly appear, slap her in the face, and force her to wash the heroine. land.
To be honest, she was afraid that if she persuaded Si Yexuan to lead the team to change their route, she would be ambushed by the Demon Spirit Palace's prejudgment.
If it came like that, she wouldn't be able to explain it with so many mouths.
If it were a coincidence, who would believe it?
Are there really such coincidences in the world?
Originally, the sects' marching routes had been planned, and each sect had been traveling for many years without any trouble. Why did something happen as soon as she suggested changing the route?
If she is not a secret agent of the Demon Spirit Palace, or a trick of a certain sect to deliberately frame the Hua Qing Sect, who would dare to believe it?
It would be okay if nothing happens. The sect would at most think that she thinks too much. If something happens, she won't be able to clean it up even if she jumps into the Yellow River!
Zhuang Ling is not stupid, she will not look for trouble.
Since you are a cultivator, you have a destiny in life and death!
After Lu Feixue carried her back to the bed and sat down, he picked up the crutch in her hand and put it beside the bed. He leaned over and pushed all the weapons he bought under the bed.
Zhuang Ling looked at his actions and said in confusion: "Why are you stuffing it in? We will take it away later!"
Lu Feixue stood up and said seriously: "When any senior brother comes to ask about weapons, just say you don't know and let them come to me."
Zhuang Ling was confused and puzzled. She couldn't figure it out, so she asked, "Why?"
"Except for the senior brothers and sisters who are escorting along the way, the other disciples are not allowed to carry weapons with them to avoid accidentally injuring fellow Taoists."
Hahaha...Afraid of accidental injury?
Zhuang Ling really wanted to laugh.
These words are meant to deceive ordinary people who are ignorant and do not know the plot.
If the bait can also be fully armed, will the Demon Spirit Palace still bother to grab it?
No matter how good a mortal's talent is, it is not as good as inhaling spiritual energy in the world of immortality. The talent of a native is pure, so why bother to go to the Demon Spirit Palace to look at watermelons and pick sesame seeds?
No wonder that when the sect team in the novel was ambushed by the Demon Spirit Palace, except for the disciples in the sect, all the mortals would be so quick and helpless to fight back.
Before, she thought it was because a mortal's body was too fragile to withstand the slash of an immortal cultivator.
Now, she knew why.
It turned out that the sect did not allow new disciples to bring their own weapons, which caused many mortals to be chopped to pieces by demonic cultivators like chickens running around in a pen when faced with a crisis.
Zhuang Ling frowned and asked again: "We are Jianfeng disciples, can't we carry weapons?"
It's okay to say that other peaks are not allowed to bring weapons, but Jian Peak is destined to deal with weapons, so we can't all treat them equally, right?
However, a familiar voice abruptly stopped her thoughts.
"Can't"
Those three cold words, accompanied by the sound of the door opening to the left and right, made Lu Feixue and Zhuang Ling inside the room look at the person coming.
Si Yexuan walked to the table, sat down on a round stool, and said: "You are not considered a Jianfeng disciple until you step into the sect. You are an outer disciple. You are not allowed to carry your own weapons without permission. Anyone who violates the law will be expelled from the sect. "
"Which of you holds the weapons delivered this morning, or are you all in possession of them?"
Zhuang Ling stood up suddenly and stretched out her hand to cover Lu Feixue's mouth when she wanted to accuse him. She said expressionlessly: "It's me, it's none of my senior brother's business."
Lu Feixue wanted to say something, but she whispered in his ear: Don't worry.
When Si Yexuan noticed that they were biting their ears and seemed to be whispering, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He stood up and just said: "Okay, you can leave the inn."
"What if I have a reason to make up for my mistakes?"
Zhuang Ling walked up to Si Yexuan on crutches and stared straight into his dark eyes with her clear eyes, making him unable to say a word of rejection.
Si Yexuan waved his sleeves and the door closed instantly. He sat back on the round stool and simply said: "Let's talk."
Zhuang Ling held the edge of the table, supported her injured knee, and slowly sat on the round stool. She carried a pot and poured a glass of water, and dipped her pink and white fingertips in the water to write on the table.
After a while, Si Yexuan and Lu Feixue fell into silence as they watched the water stains on the table gradually drying up.
"Are my reasons good enough?"
Si Yexuan pursed his lips, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Can you guarantee that what you said is true?"
Zhuang Ling leaned against the table, raised her hand to support her chin, and smiled slightly.
"It was precisely because I expected that you wouldn't believe what I said that I took it upon myself to find a way to survive."
The little girl's smile was not sarcastic, it was just stating the facts that both she and he knew, but he felt stuffy in his heart.
When Si Yexuan frowned, he suddenly heard her say: "Since you are already a chess piece, why not be more calm?"
The words were so meaningful that he couldn't help but look at her.
When she was writing, she only used the rumors she heard outside to analyze the current situation and speculate on various accidents that might occur on their way.
All the handwriting can be traced in reality. He has to admit that she is very careful, and her insight is so keen that she is close to the most long-term and obscure plans of various sects.
Si Yexuan glanced at her injured knee, took out the small clay pot that she had not collected from his sleeve, and then placed the small clay pot on the table.
In her indifferent gaze, he stretched out his fingers to push the small clay pot towards her, with a rare smile on his lips.
"The journey is long, how can it be inconvenient?"
Zhuang Ling did not refuse it anymore and took the small clay pot he handed over with a smile.
Because she knew she could stay.
Si Yexuan raised his right hand, curled two fingers to form a seal, summoned the weapons hidden under her bed, and put them all into his Qiankun sleeve that could hold things.
"I miss you for arriving late and not knowing the rules of the sect. It's just this once and it won't happen next time!"
Zhuang Ling watched silently as he confiscated the weapons she bought. Once again, she clearly realized the irreversibility of the plot.
In the original plot of the novel, when the sect leads the team on the road, people without weapons still do not have weapons.
Fortunately, she made multiple preparations.
When Zhuang Ling watched Si Yexuan leave, she raised her hand and touched the sword hairpin used to tie her hair. As she smoothed the folds of her clothes, she pressed her fingertips on the exposed medicine powder packet and continued to hide it. She also moved the hair on her chest. Breastplate.
The confiscated weapons were nothing more than a cover-up. What really mattered were the various props on her body that had not yet appeared.
When you go out to hang out these days, who will have only one face?
