Xu Jiaohe had a dream all night.
The dream was about spending time with Ji Ruotan.
Although they have the name of Taoist companions, they do not have the reality of being Taoist companions.
The most intimate thing Ji Ruotan ever did to her was to put a cold white finger on her forehead when she was passing through her soul.
Xu Jiaohe knew that Ji Ruotan looked down on her.
Whether it's making friends or forming a contract as a Taoist couple, the most important thing in Xiaodongtian is that they are well-matched.
In his glorious life, Ji Ruotan became a laughing stock in the world of immortality because he married a mortal girl without spiritual roots.
Fortunately, Xu Jiaohe didn't like him either.
What fun can there be in living with an alienated moonlight and a handful of cold snow?
…
Past events come one after another, sometimes continuous into a clear piece, sometimes bursting into mottled fragments.
Xu Jiaohe didn't sleep well, so when she got up, there were two light green spots in her eyes.
The first thing she did was to twist her knees and found that under the influence of the elixir, everything was back to normal.
He rang the golden bell hanging on the bed with his free hand, and Lu Hua and the other two maids who had been waiting outside came in one after another.
Cleaning her mouth, washing her face, twisting her hair and dressing up, Xu Jiaohe still maintained the habits of the human world despite being in a small cave where immortal cultivators live.
She put on her shoes, opened her arms, and put on yesterday's floor-length plain dress under Lu Hua's care.
On the incense table in front of me, the Boshan stove with gold and mixed colors floats with a fragrance as clear and moist as spring.
The snow-covered white skirt, paired with a ribbon of the same color, outlines her waist.
Lu Hua half-knelt beside Xu Jiaohe, smoothing the hem of her clothes while telling her softly: "Mingjing Hall has sent someone to ask Madam to come over at three o'clock in the morning."
The landscape screen in front of the bed has its own function of recording moments.
Xu Jiaohe took a closer look and saw that five birds on the high mountain had stopped, but the river at the foot of the mountain was less than half full.
"You can still go after breakfast."
Xu Jiaohe stroked her empty belly and came to her own conclusion.
Lu Hua had expected that she would say this, so she turned around and motioned with her eyes to another maid to lift the steamer in her hand.
Steaming hot pastries of various colors and a bowl of milk at just the right temperature sit inside.
"Madam, let's eat here. The people from Mingjing Hall looked serious when they came, as if they had something important to discuss. I'm worried that if the time is delayed, the law enforcement elders will punish you." The law enforcement elder mentioned by Lu Hua is Xu Jiaohe is one of the most feared people in the entire Yunxian Sect.
Another person is her husband.
There is no other reason, just because they are always filled with a sense of ruthless majesty of Taoism.
When Xu Jiaohe heard the name of the law enforcement elder, a long horse face appeared in front of his eyes.
She rubbed her arms and immediately chose to listen to Lu Hua's advice.
Putting several steamers on the incense table nearby, Xu Jiaohe sat down and quietly prepared his breakfast.
After all, she felt uneasy. While chewing a meat bun with sauce, she said to Lu Hua: "After I leave, watch the time. If it exceeds one moment, quickly ask You Wenyu to come to Mingjing Hall to find me."
…
Huaiyuan Peak and Mingjing Hall are far apart.
Even for a disciple of the Golden Core Stage to fly with a sword, it would take a stick of incense.
But this was never something Xu Jiaohe would worry about.
At three o'clock in the morning, Xu Jiaohe picked out a translucent talisman from the spiritual treasure ring that Ji Ruotan had prepared for herself, crushed it and threw it to the ground. She silently recited her destination in her heart, and then lifted it up. In the blink of an eye, they have arrived in front of the Mingjing Hall.
"Jiaohe-kun."
The gatekeeper disciples on the left and right bowed to her.
Xu Jiaohe had heard such nondescript names so many times that he no longer had any trouble in his heart.
She responded gently and walked straight inside.
In the Mingjing Hall, Xue Congjie, the law enforcement elder, is sitting in the main seat, and sitting on the right hand side is Mei Lin, the elder Bingli holding a fly whisk in his arms.
Closer to both sides of the Xu Jiao River, the masters of the five pavilions and the chief disciples of each pavilion gathered together.
This posture, for some reason, reminded Xu Jiaohe of a play "Three Trials" he had watched when he was a child.
Trial by three courts.
It is self-evident who the prisoner is to be tried.
"Jiao He, you are here."
Xue Congjie raised his eyelids and glanced at Xu Jiaohe with unclear meaning.
As his old voice came out, several pavilion masters and chief disciples who were kneeling on the cushions stood up and saluted her.
The sect master has been in seclusion for a long time. The highest status among the Yunxian Sect are the Law Enforcement Elder and the Bingli Elder. Because the Jiange controlled by Ji Ruotan is at the same level as the two of them, Xu Jiaohe is used to having people come and go to her in daily life. A life of salute.
She didn't take it seriously, found a seat at the end and sat down, and asked slowly: "I wonder why the law enforcement elder wants to see me?"
"Jiaohe-Jun should be very clear about what happened."
As soon as Ji Ruotan's funeral was over, each pavilion resumed its proper dress and etiquette, with only a white cloth tied on the left arm as a token of remembrance.
Among all the azure colors, Xu Jiaohe's patternless white clothes stood out.
But what was even more surprising were her words.
Xu Jiaohe's thin white fingers were wrapped around the ribbon around her waist, and she still said in a very slow tone: "I am not the spiritual sword connected to the law enforcement elder's life, so how can I know what you are thinking in your heart."
Why did Xue Congjie always target her at every turn for so many years?
Being polite to your enemies is simply destroying your own prestige.
\"you!\"
The sagging muscles on Xue Congjie's cheeks trembled. He was about to rebuke Xu Jiaohe, but when he saw Elder Bingli giving him a comforting look, he barely suppressed the rising anger, "I called you here today because of Wuyan Dao. Your death."
"What I want to say was reported to the sect master by his disciple You Wenyu on the day when my husband was exterminated."
Xu Jiaohe provocatively lowered his head and stopped looking at everyone's expressions, "If the law enforcement elders have any doubts, just ask the sect leader yourself."
"The sect leader is still in retreat, how can we disturb him at will?"
"But even if you ask me again, the answer I can give will be no different from a few days ago."
Xu Jiaohe raised his face and repeated what he said to You Wenyu in the Mirror Hall.
After losing Ji Ruotan, she felt a little less confident and her voice became gloomy.
As he spoke, he looked around at the people listening.
After a few words, Elder Bingli, who was originally expressionless, fell into deep thought.
Xue Congjie waited deliberately for a few breaths and then asked: "When Wuyan Daojun transferred his spirit to you, did you notice anything strange around you?"
"No."
"What's the difference when the lightning strikes?"
"The first thunder struck me unconscious, and I don't know what happened next."
"Then when Taoist Wuyan realized that the lightning disaster was coming early, how did his expression change?"
"I was so scared that I couldn't spare any extra time to observe my husband."
After questioning, Xu Jiaohe provided almost no information.
She half-bent her shoulders and didn't seem to reply. She knelt down as weakly as a dodder flower that had lost its support on a big tree.
The more Xue Congjie looked at it, the less he understood how Ji Ruotan, who had always been upright and upright, could fall in love with such an unseemly woman.
Their eyes met, and Xu Jiaohe smiled lightly at him.
With such a woman as the widow of Taoist Wuyan, I am afraid that the reputation of the Yunxian Sect will not be better in the future.
Thinking of this, Xue Congjie suddenly changed the idea he had discussed with Elder Bingli a few sticks of incense, and suddenly thought of sending him to see Ji Ruotan. He changed his tone and said to Xu Jiaohe: "Since you want to If you don’t get up, then I won’t ask any more questions.”
Xu Jiaohe breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say thank you when he heard Xue Congjie say: "But Mr. Jiaohe should understand that this is a serious matter. Why don't you let me perform a soul search to find out what's in your mind?" Memory ensures that Daojun Wuyan's death was just an accident and nothing special."
Before he finished speaking, whispers were already heard in the hall.
Even Elder Bingli, who had been sitting silently beside him, couldn't help but ask: "How can it be a soul-searching technique? Isn't it -"
"It's the soul-searching technique."
"To confirm that no details have been missed, the soul search technique is the most reliable."
Xu Jiaohe had no spiritual roots and could not become an immortal cultivator. Ji Ruotan naturally would not deliberately mention some immortal terms in front of her.
But judging from the faces of those present, this soul-searching technique is definitely not a good thing.
Elder Bingli held Xue Congjie's hand and came closer to him: "How can Xu Jiaohe bear it?"
Xue Congjie, who prided himself on punishing rape and eradicating evil, ignored his words and stood up from his seat proudly: "Master Wuyan has rejected countless outstanding women from immortal families, but he has chosen you who has no spiritual roots at all - Mr. Jiaohe, you two Taoists have a deep love for each other. I think you won’t refuse to pay a small price for Taoist Wuyan, right?”
What a small price to pay?
She didn't even kneel for Ji Ruotan willingly for three days and three nights!
Xu Jiaohe screamed silently in her heart, but did not dare to tell the truth.
She forced a smile and moved her knees back a few steps: "Whether I pay the price or not is hard to say, but elder, you have to tell me in advance what the Soul Searching Technique does."
"It's just a matter of pouring the magic into your mind and searching around."
Xue Congjie's understatement made Xu Jiaohe suddenly remember that he had seen this technique in Ji Ruotan's library.
It is said that a cultivator will be depressed for ten days and a half after a single experience, let alone an ordinary person like her?
...Xue Congjie wanted her to go underground to accompany Ji Ruotan.
Realizing this, Xu Jiaohe was angry and scared. She rolled her eyes to see if there was anyone in the Mirror Hall who could help.
But except for Elder Bingli who was hesitant to speak on the stage, everyone else showed acquiescence after being surprised.
Xu Jiaohe swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, her heart pounding.
For a moment, she blamed You Wenyu for not coming to save her.
For a moment, she felt sorry for herself that she had not had time to enjoy the glory and wealth until Ji Ruotan died.
Xue Congjie walked slowly, approaching step by step.
He used a cat-and-mouse attitude, condescendingly admiring the panic on Xu Jiaohe's face.
His footsteps stopped a few feet away, he put his hands behind his back and said in a relaxed tone: "How have you considered it, Mr. Jiaohe? You shouldn't refuse, right? Mr. Wuyan is so infatuated with you that you risk the disapproval of the Immortal Sect." I want to become a Taoist companion with you——"
"If you are unwilling to do this little thing, how can you be worthy of his affection?"
It's hard for Xu Jiaohe to argue with all the great truths.
What's even more outrageous is that even though Xue Congjie hasn't arrived yet, the pressure of his spiritual power can't wait to hit him.
Xu Jiaohe felt as if an invisible hand was strangling her neck, and she was maliciously trying to keep breathing.
Her beauty turned pale, she held her palms back and said intermittently: "How can I, a mere mortal, endure the soul-searching technique the elder mentioned?"
"Whether you agree or not depends on Lord Jiaohe's attitude towards Taoist Master Wuyan."
"Whether I can bear it or not depends on my ability."
Xue Congjie blocked Xu Jiaohe's retreat with one sentence, and then took a few steps forward.
When he came to Xu Jiaohe, it was like a tall mountain peak, blocking all the light in Xu Jiaohe's eyes.
With his fingers raised up, flame-like light twined and climbed along his stubby fingers.
There was nothing to rely on, and there was no one around to make a sound.
Xu Jiaohe closed her eyes in despair.
At the critical moment, for some reason, her mind was thinking: It turns out that the Immortal Cultivating Sect in Xiaodongtian also practiced the practice of burial.
Spiritual power shot out from Xue Congjie's fingertips like a knife.
However, at the moment when Xu Jiaohe felt warmth between his brows, a clear and clear sword sound suddenly sounded.
