Pei Xihe backed away from the door, saw Mu Wan, and raised his lips with a smile.
"Sister Mu."
When Mu Wan met her eyes, he sighed slightly and nodded.
Wearing a pale pink palace dress, she waved the maid to retreat.
The maid bowed her head, retreated respectfully, and closed the door.
"Xiaohe, you're here."
Mu Wan spoke with a bit of a smile when they were the only two people left in the room.
She waved her right hand lightly, and a storage ring fell gently on the wooden table.
"I have sold all your things, especially a few seventh-grade spiritual weapons, which are really good."
"It's much higher than what I estimated that day. I got 910,000 spiritual stones."
"But your spiritual sword has indeed cost a fortune. It is a conflict between ice and fire. To solve this problem, Tiangongfang spent a lot of spiritual materials and inscriptions."
"Total calculation, a total of 540,000 spiritual stones were spent. The quality of your spiritual sword is the highest I have ever seen among the seventh-grade ones, and it is even approaching the sixth-grade."
Mu Wan's right index finger lightly touched the surface of the storage ring.
A spiritual light bloomed softly.
A sharp aura rushed towards his face.
Pei Xihe looked at a cold blade suspended in the air.
Tiangongfang gave all the ideas she put forward to this sword.
Pei Xihe gathered a little spiritual power on his fingertips and waved his hand to activate the sword.
Thousands of years of cold iron is the foundation stone, and the silver-white blade is forged.
At this moment, after being stimulated by spiritual power, it was flashing with frost spiritual patterns.
What's even more amazing is that the flame spirit patterns that are supposed to conflict are spiraling and spreading on both sides of the blade.
The dark blue and dark red are like waves. Among the two-color spiritual patterns, there is a layer of light yellow gold patterns that balance them.
These three color spiritual patterns are all very light colors.
If you don't look carefully, you can't tell.
The cold silvery color of the blade completely robbed people of their attention.
The style is generally the same as the Yi Dao among Tang Dao.
But there have been a lot of improvements to suit her needs.
Many details have been modified based on her knife-wielding habits.
The knife is only slightly longer than the sword, and the handle is decorated with an exquisite dragon and phoenix ring, with a light yellow gold crystal embedded in it.
Pei Xihe reached out and held the knife, feeling an extremely comfortable fit.
This is the knife that suits her best.
Darkness surged in her eyes.
The fifth-grade Guihong sword is good, but after all, it is a finished sword. Holding it in your hand requires someone to sharpen it.
But every inch and every feature of the knife held in his hand was created according to his own requirements.
Although it is only the seventh grade.
But she spent enough spirit stones, and the quality was as high as a seventh-grade one could achieve.
When she holds the knife, she can feel a sense of intimacy.
Although this knife was not made by her, it can still be considered as being born because of her.
"Sister Mu, does it have a name?"
Pei Xihe held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and brushed the cold blade with two fingers of his left hand.
"No, all the spiritual weapons in Tiangongfang are named by the customers themselves."
Pei Xihe pursed her lips and smiled.
"Just call it."
"Let's be shocked."
She didn't know the origin of Guihong Dao's name.
These two words originally refer to the returning wild geese, and are often used in poems to express reflection.
But she doesn't want it.
She wanted to spread her wings and ride the wind, even if her future was hopeless, she would still take advantage of this avenue to take advantage of it.
Mu Wan smiled.
"Good name."
Looking at her appearance, Mu Wan had already roughly guessed the rumors she hadn't heard about in the past few days.
"Do you know the rumors these days?"
She still asked Pei Xihe. It was up to Pei Xihe to make a decision on this matter.
She had no idea how this little girl got involved with Lu Changfeng.
Pei Xihe held the knife, still admiring it with some excitement.
After hearing Mu Wan's words, she picked up the storage ring on the table and put the Jinghong Knife away.
"I have been closed for three days and I don't know yet. However, there are some speculations along the way."
"But there are rumors about me and Lu Changfeng of the Lu family?"
Mu Wan nodded.
"Nowadays, there are rumors throughout the Kunlun Outer Sect that you and Lu Changfeng are in love and will be engaged soon."
In the world of immortality, if you make a marriage contract, you will become a Taoist couple and form a vow of unity.
"Has the Lu family never been in trouble?"
Pei Xihe's face was a bit calm, and there was a bit of sparkle in his eyes.
Seeing her calm expression, Mu Wan felt a little more at ease. This girl is smart and has ideas.
Since she didn't panic, she must have a plan.
"yes."
Seeing Mu Wan nod, Pei Xihe's heart was not at all disturbed.
She could guess.
Zuo Qingci was the mistress of the Lu family. She didn't bother to coax Pei Xihe. Since she said she didn't object, she really didn't object.
Likewise, she and Mr. Lu both had a wait-and-see attitude.
This is very realistic.
Pei Xihe was neither a peerless genius nor an immortal, nor did he have a background that could make Lu Shi pay attention.
The value of her body is not enough to persuade the Mount Tai-like Mr. Lu to speak for her.
Their silence was not surprising to Pei Xihe.
Mu Wan continued.
"I've found out for you that the source of this rumor is Meng Fuling, an outer disciple of Kunlun."
"I knew you and her wanted to fight each other, but I never thought she would harm you so much."
Only then did Pei Xihe's eyes flicker with doubts, it turned out to be her.
After all, she and Lu Changfeng had just met before this rumor spread.
I guess it was because Meng Fuling was opposite her, but it was an accident of fate.
Pei Xihe felt a little angry in his heart.
I feel that it is a pity that this person has two spiritual roots.
Instead of focusing on cultivation, he clung to Li Huainan in an attempt to seek refuge in others.
Meng Fuling's methods were not that powerful, but she probably borrowed the methods of Li Huainan's Li family.
But after all, the Lu family is involved, does Li Huainan dare?
While she was thinking, she saw the caring look in Mu Wan's eyes.
My heart felt warm.
"Sister Mu, after all, there is some tangle between me and Lu Changfeng, I will solve it myself."
Mu Wan was slightly surprised that she was indeed involved with Lu Changfeng.
But seeing the calm look in Pei Xihe's eyes, he was surprised.
It felt like another wonderful change had taken place in her in just three days.
She chuckled softly.
"In this case, if you need sister, you can tell me."
Pei Xihe put on the storage ring, and the thin jade-like ring fit her finger.
"I'm here to thank Sister Mu."
"I have made a decision on this matter. As for Meng Fuling, she will have to pay a price after all."
There was a sharp edge passing through his eyes.
She stood up and looked at the ground.
A few rays of sunlight came through the cracks in the window and fell to the ground into a patch of light.
"I have practiced over the years and have rarely had conflicts with her, but now it seems."
"She still has to go through unforgettable pain before she can understand it completely."
"Some people, don't mess with them."
A bit of cold air came out, and when Mu Wan saw her expression, he felt completely at peace.
After many years of friendship, she knew what kind of person Pei Xihe was.
"Then go ahead."
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After the exam, I went back to the dormitory to sleep. Oops, I set the alarm clock for two o'clock, but I didn't wake up until five o'clock. Who knew.
Ah, I convinced myself and slept so soundly.
I just finished typing this chapter, and there is another chapter in the typing process. I will post it when I finish typing.
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