Chapter 17 People's Heart

The night fell deeply again, and the noisy square gradually became quiet and deserted.

The disciples of Yuxumen returned to their rooms one after another and walked towards the room after a little washing. The footsteps outside the room kept ringing, and the disciples were happily talking about today's game and the highlights, which made everyone feel ashamed! But no one came to knock on the door, and Murong Xiaoxian was also happy. Some even deliberately bypassed Murong Xiaoxian's house for fear of getting infected with mildew.

From the outside conversation, Murong Xiaoxian knew that the first day of selection had ended, and the competition scene was extremely fierce. Among them, the four swords of thunder were amazing, and they easily reached the finals in the first half like cutting melons and vegetables. The four disciples in the other half of the district are even more excellent. It is said that they have been determined by Tianyangzi and others, and their future is unlimited. The duel tomorrow morning is bound to be colorful.

Since he had no internal strength and there was no need to practice any more, Murong Xiaoxian lay down lazily and completely relaxed.

The words of the epileptic Taoist sound in his ear from time to time. What's going on? In the final analysis, it is just some special but weak abilities, and it is difficult to be elegant. Murong Xiaoxian knew that this was just one side of a Taoist and could not be believed all. Otherwise, he would not have been entangled in human and stone for hundreds of years, but at least he had pointed himself a way. The only thing that impressed Murong Xiaoxian was the word obsession! That should be an extremely unwilling thing that surpasses the spiritual power of the practitioners themselves, otherwise the Taoist will never be slowly reborn because of a trace of obsession.

Tonight, Murong Xiaoxian is too lazy to open the window. Since you avoid it, I'm still a little self-aknowledge!

The footsteps outside the door slowly dissipated and slowly came back. It was not until after midnight that it was completely quiet. The location of Murong Xiaoxian's room is indeed a little untimely. It is lonely between the room and the houses of those disciples, but there is no back mountain, and it is the only way to go up the front mountain.

Du Du! - Du Du! -

The door was suddenly gently knocked twice. Murong Xiaoxian did not hear the sound of footsteps coming at all. He intuitively told him that this person should not be dangerous to him.

This intuition is really strange. Maybe it's also something similar to obsession? Murong Xiaoxian thought of it a little far-fetchedly.

The eyes returned to an empty state again, and Murong Xiaoxian got up and walked to open the door.

The door opened, and there was a faint fragrance, which was unique to the virgin's body. A graceful shadow was cast in the moonlight, which was extremely beautiful.

Su Muqi stood quietly at the door.

"Ah! Sister Qi!" Murong Xiaoxian was shocked and never thought that Su Muqi would suddenly visit and was stunned.

"I didn't see your window open today. I thought something happened to you, so I came to have a look." Su Muqi said softly.

"I'm fine, senior sister, come in and sit down..." As soon as the words came out, Murong Xiaoxian couldn't help regretting. It was really a little Meng Lang to invite a single woman into the house so late at night. If she is seen by others, the woman's reputation will be ruined! If you are a loser, how can you continue to destroy people tirelessly?

Su Muqi also saw Murong Xiaoxian's embarrassment and looked at the room intentionally or unintentionally. It was just a bed, a table and a stool. It was really shabby! Generally, there will be at least wardrobes, basins, buckets and other things in the disciples' house.

Murong Xiaoxian's these things were moved away a few years ago.

"It's late at night, go to bed early!" Su Muqi slowly turned around, and the shadow grew longer and longer, and finally slowly disappeared into the night. Murong Xiaoxian found that there was a helpless sadness hidden in Su Muqi's eyes, as if there was some unspeakable pain.

Looking at Su Muqi's slowly disappearing shadow, Murong Xiaoxian closed the door and lay back**.

Outside the house, a shadow passed like electricity, and the man's eyes were colder than the moon...

If Su Muqi enters Murong Xiaoxian's room tonight, Murong Xiaoxian will no longer be able to open his eyes.

Su Muqi has always been undisputed and easy-going. Although she is a personal disciple of Dan Yangzi, she does not have arrogance at all, and even a little naive. This is only the whole impression of Murong Xiaoxian in the past 18 years, but a sad look unintentionally revealed tonight, but it is completely broken. Murong Xiaoxian's inherent impression!

This is a woman with a story...

What kind of story is it?

Murong Xiaoxian sighed and pulled the quilt to cover it.

After no internal force, I felt that the bed was a little cold, and even the air in the room smelled faintly.

But this is also good, at least it can make your senses more sensitive to perceive everything around you, the most common and natural things.

The "purple indish Shuanghua" in the body is also stable in the body. It seems to have dissolved and turned into the flowing blood, so that Murong Xiaoxian has never heard his heartbeat and breathing so clearly. What puzzles Murong Xiaoxian most is that its existence in the body has been hidden from the visits of Danyangzi and other high-level people!

Sometimes Murong Xiaoxian wanted to summon this "purple indish double flowers" from his body, but when he thought of the grand scene of its appearance, he gave up this idea.

On this day, Murong Xiaoxian disappeared without a trace, but no one noticed it at all. Even the disciples who served tea in the square changed, but Dan Yangzi didn't notice it.

This night, Murong Xiaoxian has never slept so peacefully. It seems that he finally breathed with heaven and earth on this night.

The next day, the red sun rose and the morning glow filled the sky.

When Murong Xiaoxian was still curled up lazily in the quilt, he heard bursts of messy footsteps outside the house. How could this be an orderly trained disciple of Yuxumen? That said, because the final is about to begin, no disciple is willing to give up this good observation opportunity. Maybe he can learn something from it, which is also of great benefit to his future cultivation!

He folded the quilt and slightly sorted out the clothes that fit well. Murong Xiaoxian was ignored and walked out. The spring water in the back mountain is very refreshing. Since there is no basin, Murong Xiaoxian has been used to coming here every morning to wash clothes, look at the clouds and listen to birds.

As for breakfast and lunch, you won't have your own share after going late. Murong Xiaoxian sometimes suspects that his name has been crossed out by the gang!

Hey, Sister Xu Yun, if she is still there, I won't be hungry anyway...

Bang!——

A small package was thrown, and Murong Xiaoxian couldn't avoid it and was smashed to the ground. Fortunately, the small package was still soft, but Murong Xiaoxian was not injured. After gently touching it, Murong Xiaoxian found that the package was warm. The package was made of a very delicate gauze, with two hot steamed buns and a few pickles in it!

There seems to be a faint virgin body fragrance on the steamed bread...

Poor! I'm pathetic. I'm being pitied by others!

The weak, I am the weak, I am a weak person who is looked down upon!

Murong Xiaoxian looked at the steamed buns and sat weakly on the ground!

"Ah! I don't need anyone else's pity! I want to be strong!!!" Murong Xiaoxian really wanted to roar to the sky, but he knew that a ghostly shadow was staring at him everywhere!

He stood up tremblingly with a steamed bun. Murong Xiaoxian's eyes were very empty, and there was the rustling sound of stepping on the leaves behind him.

Autumn, is it autumn?

"Brother Xianyu, haven't you eaten for a few days? Very hungry, isn't it?" Shen Ribai appeared beside Murong Xiaoxian like that and easily took away the steamed bread. Murong Xiaoxian's hand still maintained the posture of holding the package.

"Tut! Sister Qi's craftsmanship is really good. After knowing her for so many years, I have never had the honor to taste it.

"Ah! It's so fragrant, just like the body fragrance on Sister Qi..." The corners of Shen Ribai's mouth clearly hung a nearly blasphemous evil smile.

Murong Xiaoxian felt that his blood flow suddenly accelerated, and his hands were about to clenched into fists, but he knew that this was absolutely impossible!

If you can't bear it, you will be confused!

Intentionally or unintentionally, he pushed Murong Xiaoxian. Murong Xiaoxian's body, which was not half shorter than Shen Ribai, fell down again like a chaf, and his head was almost immersed in the bone-to-chill spring!

In the reflection of the spring, Murong Xiaoxian faintly saw a faint red and blue light flashing in his eyes...

Murong Xiaoxian closed his eyes in pain, weakly supported the stone by the spring, and lowered his head.

"Brother Shen, why are you here? Uncle Qingyang is sending people to look for you." Su Muqi slowly came over, and the autumn wind blew by, and the plain gauze floated up with the wind, making the exquisite figure more staggered.

The sound of swallowing saliva appeared faintly in Shen Ribai's throat.

"Oh, it's Sister Qi. I happened to have no water to wash in the house, so I came to the spring to get some water back. Unexpectedly, I met Brother Xianyu. Ha ha." While talking, Shen Ribai hid the steamed bread in his arms.

"Wh! Brother Xianyu is really pitiful. He has lived a lot of hard years. Come on, Brother Xianyu, I took these two steamed buns from the kitchen this morning, and there has been no food in the kitchen..." Shen Ribai took out the steamed buns from his arms and handed them to Murong Xiaoxian. Of course, this action is particularly slow and seems to be deliberately revealed to Su Muqi.

Su Muqi's eyes were expressionless, but she looked at Shen Ribai so lightly, as if she were looking at a dying person.

Shen Ribai pretended not to know and was still looking at Murong Xiaoxian. He could never see through Murong Xiaoxian. Even now Murong Xiaoxian has lost all his internal strength and is useless.

Murong Xiaoxian is like a stone man!

Humiliation!

Have you ever suffered such humiliation?

For yourself and for your own people!

Murong Xiaoxian plunged his head into the spring fiercely, bitter. It turned out that the taste of the spring was bitter!

"Let's go, Sister Qi, the game is about to begin. The strength of Lei Ming's four swords is really a little underestimated. I'm afraid it can catch up with my original state..." Before Shen Ribai finished speaking, Su Muqi had already drifted away.

Shen Ribai sneered, and the person also turned around and floated away.

I don't know how long it took for Murong Xiaoxian to lift his head from the spring, and then he pressed his hands in the stone trough in the spring.

Grabbing the steamed bun, Murong Xiaoxian sighed, but he hadn't eaten for three days. Of course, the soil he ate at the Taoist could not be regarded as food.

After swallowing a steamed bun, Murong Xiaoxian thought for a moment, then wrapped the remaining steamed bread and hid it tightly in his arms...

In the stone wall of the spring, two deep fist marks appeared faintly, one seems to be frozen, and the other seems to be burned!

Murong Xiaoxian did not return to the room, but walked towards the square in that clothes. He suddenly realized that he might never be able to go back to that hut again!

In the square, Lei Ming's four swords stood proudly, and the blue sword body shined dazzlingly in the morning light!