Xu Jiaohe didn't speak, just stood there, like a beautiful statue carved from white jade.
At the end of the whole day, she lowered her head and frowned, and the widow's temperament she deliberately created actually frightened the subsequent worshipers.
The embarrassing scene when meeting the people at Zitai was no longer the same, and the worried eyes of Elder Bingli gradually became kinder.
As evening approached, no one came to the summit again.
Xu Jiaohe rolled her stiff neck and declined Elder Bingli's invitation to go into Zhuochen Hall to talk with fellow Taoists.
He picked up the round stool and sat down by the high wall of the outer courtyard.
She held the blue and white porcelain tea cup in one hand, lifted up a corner of her veil, and carefully blew on the slightly hot tea.
The fine spring tea was brought back to Ji Ruotan by Lu Hua during her routine inspection of her property in the human world.
Xu Jiaohe sipped the drink, let out a long breath, and looked up at the continuous setting sun hanging on the top of the mountain.
The solemn eulogy in Zhuochen Hall resounded through the sky, rendering this magnificent sunset with a hint of desolation.
Immortal cultivators believe in the theory of reincarnation, so Xu Jiaohe prayed for Ji Ruotan in his heart with intense color in his eyes.
I hope he can achieve the great truth in his next life and not die young.
When the cup of tea was empty and the eulogy had not yet ended, an unfamiliar face appeared next to Xu Jiaohe.
He is a young man.
His facial features are quite handsome, but his eyes are very flexible.
"Jiao He, please forgive me and accept the change."
Before others even come in front of you, they start saluting a few steps away.
This is also the place where Xu Jiaohe annoys people from Xiaodongtian the most.
Endless etiquette, as if if any link goes wrong, you will never be able to ascend.
Having said that, even if everyone restrains himself and resumes his rituals, in the past thousand years, there will never be a single person who ascends to immortality during the day in the world.
Xu Jiaohe muttered silently.
Due to the rules of the Yunxian Sect, she had to return the favor to the young man.
"I guess Mr. Jiaohe doesn't remember me."
The young man stood in front of Xu Jiaohe, blocking the most beautiful sunset in the clear sky. "My name is Jiang Xing, and I come from Tianmingmen."
"Jiang Dao is friendly."
Xu Jiaohe opened her mouth, and her hoarse and weak voice made Jiang Xingzhi stunned for a second.
So affectionate.
I don’t know if I will have a chance.
He put away his complicated thoughts and said calmly: "When I was offering incense to Lord Wuyan in the Zhuochen Hall, I accidentally soiled the hem of my clothes."
As he spoke, Jiang Ting lifted up his light-colored robe and asked Xu Jiaohe to see the stain, "There are restrictions on Huaiyuan Peak. Outsiders like us cannot use magic at will, so I would like to ask Mr. Jiaohe to show me the way." The way to the bathroom."
His request was polite, but Xu Jiaohe found it troublesome.
People living on Huaiyuan Peak are good at using magic to clean and organize themselves, but the bathroom in the outer courtyard is useless.
It is set in a remote corner, and the route is complicated. It takes a while to walk across it on two legs.
How to point the way clearly?
Xu Jiaohe did not answer, and turned around to look for Lu Hua, hoping that she would arrange for a maid to take Jiang Xing there.
However, she looked around for a long time, but still didn't wait for Luhua.
The young man stood there with his hands clasped in ignorance, and there was an inexplicable look of expectation in his eyes.
Having no other choice, Xu Jiaohe put the tea cup on the spot and whispered: "Follow me."
…
The bathroom is remote, next to a quiet bamboo forest.
Xu Jiaohe found the road and wanted to leave, but Jiang Xing turned around and stopped her again.
"Do you have anything else to do, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"
Xu Jiaohe stopped and asked unclearly.
"Master Wuyan Dao has fallen. Mr. Jiaohe must be devastated, right?"
In the green bamboo forest, in front of the bathroom, there was a man and a woman alone. Jiang Xing's sudden words made Xu Jiaohe's eyebrows jump.
She said: "It's very sad, but my husband's inheritance is still there, and life must go on."
"Speaking of life, I wonder how Mr. Jiaohe plans to live in the future?"
Jiang Xing's question was even stranger than the first one.
Xu Jiaohe responded patiently: "Yunxian Sect is my home, and I will naturally stay here for the rest of my life."
"Have you ever thought that the world outside is also very vast? Don't you want to go out and see it?"
Jiang Xing maintained a gentle and respectful attitude, and his words became more and more outrageous.
Does she want to go out and have anything to do with a stranger?
Xu Jiaohe half-stretched her arms, she was really impatient to be asked.
So he looked at Jiang Xing with a straight face, and his voice revealed a clear coldness: "What do you want to say, Fellow Daoist Jiang?"
Unexpectedly, the next second after the words were spoken, Jiang Xing looked at her intently, then suddenly bent over and knelt on the ground with one knee.
"What are you doing?"
Xu Jiaohe groaned and took a big step back.
It was not enough for the young man to kneel on the ground, and he bowed to her to the end: "I just can't bear to say that Jiao He is still young and has to spend her best years in widowhood. If you still have the intention to remarry, Jiang Xing is very willing to grow old with you. "
"...?"
In order to prevent herself from hearing wrongly, Xu Jiaohe couldn't help but use her little finger to pick out her ears.
"You said you want to marry me?"
"Yes, Mr. Jiaohe is a man of outstanding intelligence and integrity. Jiang Xing has admired him for a long time."
Duan Hui is outstanding.
High-spirited and upright.
Xu Jiaohe only heard that others used these two words to describe her husband Ji Ruotan.
She twitched the corner of her mouth slightly and laughed dryly: "I'm afraid Jiang Daoyou has recognized the wrong person."
"The widow of Taoist Wuyan and the new owner of Huaiyuan Peak, her surname is Xu and her name is Jiaohe. How could I admit my mistake?"
Hearing the disgust in Xu Jiaohe's voice, Jiang Xing's face froze, and he felt anxious. He maintained a weird posture and wanted to kneel to her side.
Xu Jiaohe quickly stretched out her embroidered silver soft shoes and put them against his knees: "What do you want to do? This is my territory!"
"Jiao He, please touch my chest. The heart inside is beating for you - I mean it!"
"Without your Taoist companion, you will definitely be unbearably lonely when you go to bed at night. Why don't you consider me?"
"It's okay even if it's an anonymous relationship at first!"
Jiang Xingxing proved his sincerity, raising his hands to hold the embroidered shoes that were close at hand.
boom!
Xu Jiaohe lifted the soles of her shoes and touched his tall nose.
"ah!"
Halfway through the scream, Jiang Xing remembered his situation and restrained his voice from changing its tone.
Xu Jiaohe was so angry at the young man's offended words and behavior that she could no longer pretend to be gentle and began to respond harshly.
"Even the chickens and ducks used by vendors for breeding need to get along for a while before they can lay eggs and have babies. Who do you think I am?!"
"You don't even know what you are, how dare you miss me?"
"Not even as good as the mud at my husband's feet!"
Faced with Xu Jiaohe's devastating achievements, Jiang Xing was completely stunned.
He heard that the outside world's evaluations of Xu Jiaohe were all empty-handed and idiotic.
He originally thought that it would be best if things worked out, but if they didn't work out, he could also use some tricks to seize Xu Jiaohe's personal belongings and threaten her to conceal the matter, otherwise he would reveal the news about her secret meeting with her foreign man during the period when her Taoist couple was newly mourned. Spread the word.
Jiang Xing planned everything and successfully deceived Xu Jiaohe.
But he never expected that this dodder flower, which had no spiritual roots and depended on Ji Ruotan for survival, would be so fierce.
No matter how unknown an immortal cultivator is, there is always a sense of superiority in his bones that transcends ordinary people.
His face turned red and white from the humiliation of Xu Jiaohe, and his anger reached its peak. Without thinking, he stood up and raised his head to slap him.
Just halfway through the movement, he was caught violently when he stopped in mid-air.
Jiang Xing and Xu Jiaohe turned their heads at the same time, and a flash of luxurious purple jumped into their eyes.
"The reason why people cultivate immortality is to kill demons and eliminate evil, support righteousness, and eliminate unhealthy tendencies in the world."
"But here you are bullying the weak."
Against the afterglow of the sunset, the young man's face looked sharp as if a famous sword had been drawn out of its sheath.
He grabbed Jiang Xing's evil right hand with one hand, and punched Xu Jiaohe hard on the bridge of the nose where he had kicked with the other hand.
After the soft click of bones being dislocated, two lines of blood poured out of Jiang Xing's nostrils.
Xu Jiaohe felt relieved but was afraid of being overheard, so she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Jun Hengming, please."
She spread out a white hand and called out Song Chang's name clearly and brightly.
In response, the young man stared at her for a few seconds, then raised the corners of his lips and kicked Jiang Xing hard on the waist.
When Song Chang was practicing martial arts, he deliberately learned human boxing and kicking skills.
He specializes in hitting places that hurt but won't kill anyone.
Large and small fists fell on Jiang Xing's body alternately. After dozens of blows, he collapsed to the ground and could only whimper weakly.
Song Chang patted his hot palms and turned his eyes to look at the panting Xu Jiaohe beside him.
Beating Jiang Xing took up most of his energy.
Xu Jiaohe simply bent down and supported her knees, panting and thanking Song Chang: "Huh, thank you Lord Hengming for your generous action."
"Jiao He is so polite."
Song Chang smiled proudly, and the sharp fangs on one side weakened the arrogance and arrogance he had when he first came to visit, "It's easy to beat this bastard to vent his anger, but when he walks in front of everyone with a bruised face, how are you going to explain? That’s the trouble.”
He always remembered the differences between Zitai and Yunxian Sect, and after finishing what he should do, he had a bit of a good show mentality.
Xu Jiaohe, who used to be clumsy in the past, had unprecedented clarity of thought at this moment.
She stared at the moaning Jiang Xing for a while, then moved her fingertips to open the Lingbao ring on her middle finger.
Song Chang looked curious, and Kankan lowered his raised steps.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Jiaohe?"
He was like a child asking for a reward, urging Xu Jiaohe.
"Here, this is the magical talisman that temporarily lifts the ban on Huaiyuan Peak. This is the recording talisman that can preserve images and words."
Xu Jiaohe handed the former into Song Chang's palm, raised her eyes and smiled at him with crooked eyebrows, her lips and nose were hidden under the veil, which made her pupils brighter and clearer: "Since the restriction has been lifted, Lord Hengming must have a way to make it happen." This guy’s face is not hurt, but his body is in pain, right?”
Song Chang thought about what she said and understood immediately.
He clenched the talisman in his hand and said clearly: "Of course."
After pinching the magic talisman, a purple light slightly lighter than the robe immediately overflowed from Song Chang's fingers.
He cast a spell and healed the wounds on Jiang Xing's body that could not be covered by clothes.
As Song Chang's treatment deepened, Jiang Xing, who was still dying just now, gradually regained his strength.
Xu Jiaohe stepped forward, pulled out the handkerchief he was clenching between his teeth and threw it aside, then kicked him a few times with her toes and said, "Hey, get up quickly."
Since Song Chang was by his side, Jiang Xing had no choice but to do as he was told.
Xu Jiaohe threw the recording talisman in his hand: "Pick it up, crush it, and then tell today's crime from beginning to end."
…
After getting a satisfactory result, Xu Jiaohe told the two men except her to leave the bamboo forest later.
She rubbed the dusty soles against the lining covered by Jiang Xing's outer robe.
Then, like a victorious little hen, she left here with high spirits.
When her figure was completely gone, Song Chang squatted down and said to Jiang Xing seriously: "Who told you to look down on mortals?"
The handle was in the opponent's hands, Jiang Xing didn't dare to say anything, so he could only raise his hand and beg for mercy.
"Lift the robe on the left side."
Song Chang looked at him with a frown and disgust, as if he were treating a piece of trash.
Jiang Xing gritted his teeth and continued to do so.
Then a hand with sharp bones passed before his eyes and picked up the bloody handkerchief that was hidden by the corner of his clothes.
"Somewhat clever."
"But he's not that smart either."
Song Chang used the cleaning technique to clean the handkerchief, looked at it, and murmured to himself.
