Shu Yuehen walked from the street to the end of the street in confusion, but she still couldn't find the person she wanted to see.
She also felt that her idea was ridiculous, so ridiculous that she didn't want to say it out loud, or even think about it.
She missed her junior brother.
It was obvious that she had always wanted to kill him.
She always felt that as long as she killed Mu Hanyun, she could get rid of this annoying lovesickness.
However, she was never able to kill him.
After failing to kill Lu Qingyang, she felt a little depressed, and longing suddenly hit her heart like a tide.
Ten years have passed since she surrendered to the Divine Sword of Heavenly Punishment, but she still hasn't been able to find her lost junior brother, even though she begged him so humbly.
Maybe, Junior Brother will never come back again.
Cultivation is a long road, and everyone around you will leave one after another, leaving you alone on this road.
Shu Yuehen didn't know about Fairy Qiu Yu or Master Songyue Pavilion, but she was in a bad mood and wanted to find something to kill time.
He was about to scold Xiang Ji for picking up the wrong person, but suddenly he felt that this woman looked very familiar.
Shu Yuehen fell into inexplicable sentimentality.
The steward's sharp eyes had already discovered that the female guest brought by Xiang Ji was not Fairy Qiu Yu. He was very angry and his expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, Shu Yuehen felt very lonely.
I can't go back to the earth world and can't see my parents.
It turns out that the days when we get together in life are so short. At that time, we just thought it was ordinary.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the master was taken away, the junior brother betrayed the family, and the junior sister also had her own secrets, and she gradually became estranged from her.
At this time, a person actually approached her, regardless of the evil aura that filled her body, and bowed to her with his hands clasped in fists: "Is this Fairy Qiu Yu? The villain Xiang Ji was ordered by Lord Songyue Pavilion to lead the way for the fairy."
Xiang Ji was ordered to come out to greet the guests, and he recognized Shu Yuehen as Fairy Qiu Yu. In his opinion, Shu Yuehen looked similar to Fairy Qiu Yu, and they were both cold and pure beauties.
She didn't say anything, just nodded, signaling Xiang Ji to lead the way.
Xiang Ji used to be a casual cultivator who had just entered the Qi refining stage. He had recently joined Songyue Pavilion, a local cultivating sect, to run errands and do chores.
He used to be face-blind, and his condition has not improved much after becoming an immortal.
When we got to the island, there was already a steward waiting for the distinguished guests.
Why does it look so familiar?
The steward had a higher level of cultivation than Xiang Ji, and his perception was more acute. He also saw that the woman in front of him had a bottomless level of cultivation.
The steward swallowed back the scolding and finally remembered who this woman was, Shu Yuehen, the female swordswoman of the Xuantian Sword Sect.
Shu Yuehen stared at the steward, and the overwhelming evil aura suddenly hit him, causing the steward to have the illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Xiang Ji led Shu Yuehen to a large lake in the outskirts of the country. The two of them got on the boat and arrived at a small island in the center of the lake.
The steward had seen her portrait.
He is going to die. Why did this evil god come to Linzhou if he didn't go after Lu Qingyang! He was also led to Songyue Pavilion by the blind Xiang Ji.
As Shu Yuehen got closer and closer, the steward became more and more frightened. He was sweating profusely and trembling as if he was seriously ill.
Xiang Ji had to stop to talk to the steward, but the steward immediately ordered: "Don't wait, go and serve the fairy." His voice was hoarse.
Xiang Ji didn't know why, so he could only continue to move forward with Shu Yuehen.
It wasn't until Shu Yuehen's figure disappeared from sight that the steward breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
