The woman's clear drink and snow-white figure were particularly clear in the dark night.
The movements in the hands of the old man Yuanying stopped abruptly, and his stern eyes looked at the Saint Qingyue who was blocking him.
"Qingyue, what are you doing?"
The masters of Saint Qingyue and Saint Wuge were both senior brothers of the old Yuanying and friends for many years. The old man was also familiar with his two apprentices.
She knew that Qingyue and Wu Ge had completely different personalities. One was arrogant and domineering, while the other was cold and aloof.
Qingyue's mood has remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years. Today's move obviously brought panic and anxiety, which surprised both the old Yuanying and the Wuge Saint beside him for a moment.
Lingchu was still restrained by the spiritual power of the old Nascent Soul, but at this moment, she had no intention of escaping. Instead, she stared at the back of Saint Qingyue with stern eyes, and suddenly showed a smile.
Saint Qingyue hesitated for a rare moment before speaking, "Uncle Master, she is my good friend."
Friends?
The old man Nascent Soul frowned, and Saint Wuge's eyes widened.
"You actually have good friends. I thought no one but me could tolerate your cold temperament." Saint Wuge laughed out loud, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Lingchu through Saint Qingyue. His face was full of curiosity.
The old man Yuanying took a deep look at Saint Qingyue, and the saintly woman Qingyue also looked directly at the old man Yuanying without any retreat.
"You want to take her into Penglai?" The old man Yuanying closed his sleeves and closed his hands, and the big spiritual hand that restrained Lingchu disappeared in an instant.
Saint Qingyue gritted her teeth and nodded, her brows filled with silence and solemnity.
"When you return to Penglai in the future, you can talk to your master yourself." The old Yuanying didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing the matter. Instead, he left such a sentence without any clue and then disappeared.
Qingyue Saint, who was standing there, lowered her eyes slightly.
Lingchu landed lightly on the ground, and did not disturb Saint Qingyue who had her back turned to her. She just stood quietly. Although she only said a few words, she heard an undercurrent from it.
The matter that the Nascent Soul old man asked Saint Qingyue to tell her master might be related to her, and it would not be a trivial matter.
Lingchu looked at the slender back less than a foot away from him. The snow-white dress was as graceful as clouds, and the black hair was hanging down like satin and ink.
In just one breath, the figure with his back to Lingchu slowly turned around.
The woman standing under the moonlight, her delicate face seems to be coated with a layer of silver, her eyebrows are cold and cold, and her expression is like a fairy from the Moon Palace. If she is not careful, she will ride away in the moonlight.
The woman who was also standing under the moonlight had a jade-like face and pure and elegant green clothes. Her eyebrows were covered with moonlight. When she smiled gently, it seemed that the moonlight melted into her eyebrows, making her instantly agile and warm.
One is cold and the other is warm.
One is like snow and the other is like jade.
The moment the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, a light suddenly flickered.
The moment her eyes really met, Lingchu was sure that the person in front of her was her senior sister Mingyue.
He took a light step forward, like a flying butterfly, and hugged the woman in front of him. His eyebrows were curved with a smile, and he silently shouted in his heart, "Senior Sister."
Saint Qingyue, no, Zhan Tai Mingyue never thought that she would see Lingchu here, let alone that Junior Sister Lingchu’s enthusiastic habits had not changed after so many years.
Zhan Taimingyue, who had not been close to anyone in many years, froze for a moment, then softened her eyebrows, raised the corners of her mouth in a slight arc, and reached out to pat Lingchu's back gently.
She can actually understand this emotion. It has nothing to do with age or cultivation. It is just the inexplicable emotion that surges up in her heart when she meets an old friend in a foreign country and meets again after a long separation.
Even she almost couldn't control her emotions when she saw Junior Sister Lingchu on the deck that day.
This kind of emotion comes quickly, but goes away...not quickly.
When old friends meet again, there are always endless topics to talk about, and they are especially concerned about the other person's experiences over the years. This also has nothing to do with cultivation or age.
Looking at the world, they are mostly the same.
Zhan Taimingyue took Lingchu directly to her residence, leaving only Cai Zhenren of the Bo family and Saint Wu Ge standing on the deck stunned.
Master Cai: So Saint Qingyue can also laugh? !
Wuge Saint: Qingyue is actually willing to be touched! And still hugging! And he even laughed! Laughed!
The dignified Jindan monk was just standing on the bow of the boat blowing the cold wind for a while.
Yuehua Pavilion is the residence prepared by the Bo family for Zhan Tai Mingyue.
At this moment, Lingchu and Zhantai Mingyue were reminiscing about the past.
Lingchu originally thought that he would have a lot to ask, but when he came to the end, he found that he didn't know where to start.
"Are you really...senior sister?" After much deliberation, Lingchu's first question was this.
The smile on Zhan Taimingyue's lips became more obvious, "What? Has my appearance changed?"
Senior sister Mingyue actually knows how to joke!
Lingchu held the spiritual tea that Zhan Tai Mingyue poured for her, her eyes slightly rounded, like a round squirrel.
"On the contrary, Lingchu, you still haven't changed." Zhan Taimingyue took a sip of the steaming Lingcha, and faced the woman with lively features in front of him with the girl with a flowery smile in his memory.
As smart, warm and bright as ever.
It was as if time had never left its mark on her body, nor had it erased the light and clarity in her eyes.
Lingchu smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. There was a light fragrance in his mouth, with a long aftertaste. It was slightly bitter at first, and then the refreshing fragrance of plum hit his nostrils.
"Is this Xuemei Tea?" Lingchu's eyes lit up and he looked at Zhan Tai Mingyue.
Zhantai Mingyue smiled and nodded. Snow plum tea is a kind of spiritual tea made by Zhantai Mingyue. He only takes the first plum blossoms that bloom on the plum tree in winter and stores them in the cellar, looking for tea leaves dyed with ice and snow in winter. Cook it with the unmelted ice and snow from the deepest part of the snow-capped mountains to get a cup of snow plum tea.
It is not very precious, but the picking process is very cumbersome.
Lingchu had only drunk this kind of Xuemei tea at Zhantai Mingyue.
Moreover, this is Lingchu’s favorite spiritual tea from Senior Sister Mingyue’s place.
Every winter, whenever he had free time, Lingchu would go to Zhantai Mingyue, bring some snacks made by Sangzi, and ask for a cup of snow plum tea.
In a flash, years have passed.
"Over the years, I have made a lot of snow plum tea, but there are very few people who can drink it with me. Wu Ge is one, but she can't calm down. Master...my master in Penglai is also one, but He prefers drinking, which is the same as Uncle Duanyi." Zhan Taimingyue's eyes were bright, with a touch of warmth in his eyes.
Lingchu was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior sister, it seems that the people in Penglai treat you very well."
Although I don’t know what my senior sister has gone through, being able to live well is the most important thing, isn’t it?
Zhan Taimingyue lowered her eyes and looked at the ice jade-carved teacup in her hand, and hummed softly. Then, memories were revealed in her eyes, "Back then, I was picked up by Master Penglai..."
