Of course, Liuli, who was currently performing the damsel-in-distress act, didn’t hear the conversation between the two men. She only noticed their figures getting closer and closer. 

Estimating the speed at which they would arrive, Liuli deliberately lost her footing, and her flowing red dress fluttered down in the air. 

In a flash, seeing Liuli spinning and falling, about to crash straight into the ground, and the two men in front of her remaining unmoved, Hua Se, hidden in the mimosa tree, couldn’t help but cover her eyes. 

Suddenly, a golden light flashed. 

A tall man in a Wuji Sect robe suddenly appeared under the mimosa tree. He was tall and slender, with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes cold but exceptionally handsome. The noble aura emanating from his body was not of this world. Everyone present felt a strong pressure from a high-level cultivator. 

However, before everyone could react, he subconsciously flew up and caught Liuli, who was falling from mid-air. The two of them spun and flew down with the help of spiritual power. 

She lay in his arms, and he looked down at her. 

One in red and one in white, their clothes intertwined and fluttered, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like a vivid painting. 

Hua Se, hidden in the mimosa tree, was even more stunned, and instantly realized that this was the correct way to seduce, and inwardly exclaimed that her senior sister was an expert. 

“Daoist, thank you for your trouble.” 

Liuli lowered her eyes, with an innocent but not panicked smile on her face. 

She knew that her face was very beautiful, which she had deliberately sculpted after escaping death that year. 

Her skin was as white as snow, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, and a pointed oval face added a bit of charm. 

Even if she wasn’t devastatingly beautiful, it was common for ordinary men to lose their minds when they saw her. 

Although she didn’t raise her eyes to look at him, she always felt that the man’s gaze was wrong, like… anger, but she didn’t want to look directly at him and break this excellent atmosphere. 

Xian Jue lightly touched the ground with his toes and landed steadily. The clothes of the two swirled with inertia and then fell neatly. 

“How long are you going to hold me?” 

Liuli’s tone of inquiry was somewhat coquettish. 

Seeing that the person didn’t speak, she raised her eyes slightly, and was immediately stunned. 

“Aren’t you–” Senior Brother! 

She forcibly swallowed the second half of the sentence. Seeing that the clothes were also from the Wuji Sect, it wasn’t necessary to be the senior brother… Besides, this person seemed to be more handsome… It wasn’t a loss. 

“Get down!” 

A long, cold shout with anger came, overlapping with the male voice in her memory, scaring Liuli into a (jīling, a shiver). 

A familiar feeling went down her ears, making her scalp tingle, and her heart kept beating “thump, thump”. 

Meng Qingyu? 

Impossible, this guy ascended four hundred years ago. 

Besides, even if he was still here, he would have forgotten her long ago. 

Liuli carefully looked at the person in front of her. It was a face completely different from Meng Qingyu’s, but the solemn and cold aura around him was exactly the same, even more intense. 

His eyes were more slender, slightly upturned, with a sense of contempt that looked down on the heroes, inexplicably making people feel awe. 

“I… I’m sorry…” 

Perhaps she was intimidated by his aura, Liuli actually choked out such a sentence… She really wanted to slap herself on the spot, immediately adjusted her state, and became as heroic as planned, with the demeanor of a carefree Jianghu woman. 

“To thank you, Daoist friend, for saving my life, I have nothing to repay, but I have a small skill, so I will offer it as a treasure.” 

After saying that, she took a step back and drew the soft sword wrapped around her waist. With a flash of sword light, she spun around and started dancing the sword in the open space next to the mimosa tree. 

She wasn’t embarrassed, but others were. 

Dragonfly skimming the water, swallow swooping at the lake, wind sweeping the remnant lotus, wild horse jumping over the stream… 

It was the (Xiāoyáo Qī Jiàn, Seven Carefree Swordplay). 

Lang Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly. The figure dancing the sword in his memory and the woman in red in front of him suddenly overlapped. His heart couldn’t help but stop suddenly, and an extraordinary sense of familiarity surged into his heart, but it was also slightly different. 

He had spied on her dancing this sword move countless times in his memory. 

In fact, the Seven Carefree Swordplay is not a rare sword technique. It is just a sword move created by the Sword Immortal Xiaoyaozi, who attained enlightenment and ascended a thousand years ago. It is said that it can subdue the enemy within three moves, but later it became a legend because the sword manual was lost. 

He didn’t know where she found the unique copy, and she forcibly added a bit of feminine softness to the originally domineering sword moves. The combination of strength and gentleness was extraordinarily free and unrestrained, making people unable to take their eyes off her. 

For some reason, when the scenes in his memory reappeared before his eyes, a faint, unintentional throbbing faintly appeared in Xian Jue’s heart. 

Perhaps the woman’s sword light finally imprinted on his face across the long river of memory; perhaps her unrestrained dancing figure was more skillful than in his memory; perhaps the woman who was like a symbol engraved in his spiritual platform finally appeared vividly before his eyes. 

He had lived for thousands of years. Except for the hundred years he spent in the mortal world to briefly experience the joys and sorrows of being human, he had devoted himself to cultivation, and his heart was as still as water. 

This gentle, unprovoked, and faint throbbing, like a drop of water falling into a lake, made his heart suffocate. 

“Is this brother also a fellow disciple of the Wuji Sect?” 

Zhu Nanshi took the lead to step forward and cupped his hands, his eyes with a bit of inquiry. 

This person could make him feel pressure, so his magic power must be above him, at least a demigod. Although the Wuji Sect has many inner and outer disciples, there are very few who have reached the demigod realm, and he has met them all. 

This Wuji Sect disciple looked very unfamiliar, could it be that he was a disciple of some heretical sect who was arbitrarily impersonating? 

At the moment when Zhu Nanshi stepped forward to inquire, a familiar feeling of an old friend came to his face, and Xian Jue couldn’t help but frown slightly. 

The man in front of him was wearing a Wuji Sect robe, with deep eyebrows, compelling heroism, and tough facial lines. 

It was clear at a glance that he was an upright person. 

Lang Heng was sure that he had never met him in the hundred years he spent in the mortal world. If he was an old friend, he could only be a friend from the Celestial Realm. 

Since he was a friend from the Celestial Realm, he must have violated the rules of heaven and been demoted to reincarnation. 

Unfortunately, his divine root was hidden, otherwise he could use his divine sense to explore his identity. 

Lang Heng understood his doubts, and said in a calm voice, “I am Xian Jue, a disciple of Wuyouzi of the Wuji Sect.” 

Wuyouzi is one of the few high-level cultivators in the Wuji Sect who has cultivated for thousands of years but has not ascended. He likes to travel around and is extremely low-key. Many low-level disciples of the Wuji Sect do not know him. 

Even Zhu Nanshi had only heard about his deeds from the headmaster Wuhuanzi once or twice. 

It seemed reasonable to take in one or two disciples outside. 

“So it’s Uncle Xian Jue, nice to meet you.” 

The current headmaster of the Wuji Sect, Wuhuanzi, is of the same generation as Wuyouzi, and is Zhu Nanshi’s grandmaster, so it is not an exaggeration to call him uncle. 

Zhu Nanshi led Ji Changfeng to bow their hands, with a bit of respect in their words. Although they still had some doubts in their hearts, they politely exchanged greetings on the surface, “I wonder why Uncle has come here this time?” 

Hearing this, Xian Jue’s gaze inadvertently fell on Liuli, who had just finished the seven sword moves, carrying the sword and looking up at him against the light. 

The summer sunset, the golden clouds covering the sky, the light and shadow chasing behind her, with a sense of salvation for the world. 

She wore coral bead hairpins, a wide-sleeved flowing fairy skirt, steady steps, and a neat posture. Compared with the many celestial fairies he had seen, she had a more heroic and valiant spirit. 

Xian Jue’s pupils trembled slightly, and his tone was somewhat firm, “Because of her.” 

Grain Rain 

Because of her? 

No way? Not to that extent! 

So straightforward? 

Although she, Liuli, knew that she had a devastatingly beautiful appearance, and also intended to cultivate with the Wuji Sect disciples, she just danced a sword, and it wouldn’t be enough to make people fascinated and confused, right? 

It was very abnormal. 

Being stuck by three gazes of “(shuā)”, “(shuā)”, “(shuā)”, Liuli couldn’t wait to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. 

Just as Liuli was blushing, the second senior brother Ji Changfeng stepped forward to relieve the siege. 

“May I ask, is Uncle and this Miss Liuli old friends?” 

Ji Changfeng stood next to Zhu Nanshi, although he was short, he had clear eyebrows and eyes, and spoke softly, showing the demeanor of a modest gentleman. 

“No.” 

“I’ve never seen her before.” 

Xian Jue and Liuli’s answers in unison were quite tacit. 

Finally, the two looked at each other, one with inquiry, and the other inexplicably. 

After all, bearing the persona of a chivalrous woman, Liuli coughed twice, suppressed her anger, and showed her demeanor. 

“Since this Daoist came because of me, what is the matter?” 

“Nothing.” 

Xian Jue lowered his eyes, his voice cold and indifferent, as cold as his person, making him unpredictable. 

So she asked for nothing. 

Liuli pouted and immediately crossed him out of the dual cultivation candidates. 

She didn’t like frivolous men, especially those who messed up her plans and still acted mysterious. 

“Perhaps what Uncle means is that the occurrence of many things in this world is without reason. Due to fate, we always have to meet to know the result.” 

Ji Changfeng said thoughtfully, his eyes were clear and bright, with slightly rounded corners, and a melancholy temperament. 

Liuli was still confused and secretly admired Senior Brother Ji’s ability to explain. 

Xian Jue didn’t express his opinion, just glanced at him lightly. 

“It’s getting late, Uncle, why don’t you settle down with us tonight.” 

Zhu Nanshi showed the hospitality of the host. Although this place is at the foot of the Wuji Sect Mountain, it is also within the jurisdiction of the sect. 

Xian Jue nodded. 

The four said goodbye. 

Only after watching the three Daoist friends walk away did Liuli droop the corners of her mouth like a deflated balloon. Hua Se also spun and flew from the trunk of the mimosa tree to her side. 

“Senior sister, is it done?” 

Because they were too far away just now, and in order not to expose themselves, they didn’t use spiritual power. Hua Se didn’t hear the conversation between the two, but according to the situation just now, it was likely that it was done. 

“I guess, it’s done.” 

Liuli’s tone was a little reluctant. 

“Guess… What does that mean?” 

“It’s done, but it’s useless.” 

“Isn’t that still not done?” 

Hua Se retorted quickly. 

Liuli gave her a cold look and walked back with her arms folded.