At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

Seeing that Su Yingmo seemed to believe it, Luo Qian felt that he should take this opportunity to establish his image as a good gentleman and a good teacher, he stood up straight and straightened his clothes, and said with a slight anger:

"For the master, the wind and the moon are clear, but you actually doubt my character, and you will be punished according to the door rules."

"Punishment?" Su Yingmo's pretty face turned slightly white, Sakura's lips were pursed, and her small hands pinched the skirt in a panic, like a child who did something wrong and was about to be punished by his parents.

She thought about it and felt that it was wrong, where did this Xingyue Sect come from, there were only two people and one bird in this deserted sect, and before she came, it seemed that he was the only one light pole commander.

As if seeing what the girl was thinking, Luo Qian waved his hand and said seriously: "No rules are not a square circle, although our sect is small, it also needs to be constrained by door rules." However, thinking that you are a first-time offender, I will not care about you this time. When

Su Yingmo heard this, he felt that Luo Qian was bluffing her, and any door rules were all false. She smiled and said, "Master, where are the door rules, the apprentice wants to memorize them early, so as not to be punished by the master if they violate the door rules in the future." The

girl's smile is cunning, like a newly born fox spirit, and there is a clear and visible malice hidden in her immaturity, which makes people feel disgusted in their hearts, but they feel that it is not impossible to be deceived by her willingly.

"Well, the door rules are recorded by the master, placed in my room, and given to you tomorrow." Luo Qianfeng said lightly, but his heart was secretly bitter, and he had to rack his brains to write the door rules tonight.

"Oops, that's a shame." Su Yingmo sighed falsely, seeing that Luo Qian's face was not right, Qiu Shui Yingying said: "Master you know, I just want to improve too much."

"Cough, for the master knows, it's not early, you rest early." Luo Qian coughed lightly, his mind was no longer here, he didn't hear Su Yingmo's words, he just wanted to leave quickly.

Just now, a cold electronic sound suddenly sounded in my ears, which was the system's settlement prompt.

[Ding, the host presents the disciple Heaven-level Top-grade Essence Cleansing Pill to get a critical hit return, and the return method is quality improvement. ] 【

Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Emperor-level Essence Cleansing Pill. 【

Ding, the host presents the disciple to the earth-level upper grade spirit sword Mingxin Fire Wind Sword, and gets a return, and the return method is quality improvement. 】

【Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Heaven-level Spirit Sword Biyue. 】

【Ding, the host presents the disciple to the prefecture-level top-grade exercise Red Bird Fire Sword Sutra, and obtains a critical strike return, and the return method is quality improvement. 【

Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the Emperor-level Gongfa White Canon. 【

Ding, the host presents the disciple Heaven-level magic weapon Cold Silk Socks to get a critical hit return, and the return method is to increase the quantity. 】

【Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining one hundred pieces of Heaven-level magic weapon Cold Silk Thin Socks. The

sound of prompts rose and fell in Luo Qian's mind, impacting his state of mind, and he did not come to his senses until now.

The heaven-level high-grade essence cleansing pill, the heaven-level middle-grade spirit sword Biyue, especially this emperor-level exercise white Tibetan scripture, all seduce Luo Qian's heart, just like a drunkard smelling the aroma of a century-old wine, where he still holds it.

But what is the matter with this hundred cold silk stockings, Luo Qian secretly scolded the dog system in his heart for not being the son of man.

And Su Yingmo on the side thought that Luo Qian saw her yin and yang strangeness, and immediately said obediently and crisply: "Master, go slowly."

Luo Qian's mind drifted, suppressing the urgency in his heart, and after nodding slightly, he turned and went out.

Seeing that the master was gone, Su Yingmo breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the things he left behind, and his expression was then happy.

The crimson spirit sword lay quietly, a faint edge flashing from the blade, as if waiting for its owner to hold it.

The girl held the sword, and the spirit sword sounded, as if in submission, she flicked her two fingers across the sword body, and the red sword qi appeared on the blade as her jade fingers skimmed.

The spirit sword belongs to fire, which is very consistent with her, and the Immortal Fire Phoenix Sutra she practiced before was to use the fire of the Immortal Bird Nirvana as a means of attack, and now she is handy in holding this sword in just an instant.

Then Su Yingmo opened the pill box again, she picked up the pill contained in it and put it on the tip of her nose to sniff, it was a heaven-grade essence cleansing pill, which happened to be what she needed now.

As for the book of exercises, Su Yingmo couldn't look at it, but after thinking about it, he put it away.

Finally, she looked strangely at the cold silk stockings that she had stacked next to the bed.

The girl stood by the bed, as if hesitating, and only after a moment took out a delicately cut white dress embroidered with moire from the storage bracelet.

Outside the house, the autumn breeze swept through the bamboo forest, and also swept away the sea of clouds, and the moon dyed the outside of the bamboo house silver white like autumn water.

There was a sound of crackling in the house, Su Yingmo changed into a white dress, sat on the edge of the bed, the original Luo socks had faded, she rolled up the long white silk stockings, arched the instep of her foot and stretched the jade foot in, and then pulled the silk edge to her knees.

Su Yingmo put on his other foot as he did, and the silk as thin as a cicada wings could not cover the snow-white skin, but made it loom.

The white dress is noble and elegant, a silk jade belt in the middle tightly binds the girl's slender waist, and the embroidered skirt can hang down on the knee, and you can see the snow scene in the naked middle.

In the silence, the girl walked out of the bamboo house in the moonlight, standing with her back in the courtyard. She stood on her tiptoes, raised her head and stared at the high moon, and danced emotionally.

Like a concubine under the moon, dancing to find out the shadow, the world loses color.

The already silent bamboo forest seemed to be frozen with frost at this moment, as quiet as the first snow.

When she was three years old, her family invited a group of Qinqi calligraphy and painting masters to teach Su Yingmo, but she preferred dance. The family did not object at first, and the children of the Su family could choose a skill before cultivating.

Su Yingmo's dance talent is extremely high, and she has been outstanding since she was a child, and even everyone who taught her dance praised her, if she can't cultivate with this dance, she can also be named a dance immortal.

In this way, Su Yingmo practiced dance for three years, until her talent was revealed at the age of six, known as a rare encounter in a thousand years, an immortal seed that came out once in 10,000 years, in this era where immortals cannot become immortals, people are eager to produce another immortal in the world and open up the immortal road.

Su Yingmo is the last hope, and the Su family naturally won't let him learn to dance anymore, and he won't even allow him to go out.

Since then, only cultivation has remained in her life, and becoming an immortal seems to have become the only meaning of her life.

It's a pity that I still haven't been able to survive the Immortal Tribulation... Su Yingmo thought bitterly.

After dancing, the girl staggered back into the house, took off her coat and lay down on the bed.

Fortunately, in her dreams now, she doesn't seem to have to live so monotonously.

......

......

Luo Qian hurriedly returned to his bamboo house, and when he opened the door, a white shadow rushed up, along with a dissatisfied snort.

"Whaa

Luo Qian held the shivering Yiyi in his arms, and when he looked into the house, he found that the pot of carbon fire had burned out, and only a cloud of ash remained.

On closer inspection, the ashes were recessed in the middle, and there was still a lot of ash scattered on the ground next to the basin.

Luo Qian hurriedly sent Yiyi down and slammed his clothes.

"Tweet, twitter, twitter !!"

The suddenly abandoned big white bird was very unhappy, angrily accusing, to the effect that you, an ungrateful, scumbag who forgot his friends, did not care about this bird bird at all, bird bird I am angry!

After Luo Qian patted off the ash on his body, he found a towel to wipe the dust off the white feathers for Yiyi, and coaxed it with good words.

Faced with these sweet words, Yiyi turned her head and pointed her tail at him.

Luo Qian stepped up his offensive again, and then promised to buy roast lamb shank for him to eat at the bottom of the mountain in the future, and Yiyi jumped back into his arms with satisfaction.

"By the way, there's one thing..." said Luo Qian.