evening.
Yang Yaoqin sat in front of a simple dressing table, combing her messy hair in front of the bronze mirror, the blush on her face not dissipating.
He said angrily: "Why don't you change your casual temper? How will you see others if you are exposed?"
Lu Qingyun leaned on the bed frame and smiled nonchalantly: "This is the back mountain of Wudang. The Grand Master has issued a ban and no one dares to come."
"You are so thick-skinned."
Yang Yaoqin rolled her eyes at the bronze mirror, turned around and faced the big bed and asked, "Then do you want to reply to Zhang Wuji?"
"Come back, let Zhang Wuji work hard, maybe he can even win the beauty back."
Lu Qingyun got out of bed, walked to the desk and wrote a few words in pen, dried it and stuffed it into an envelope.
"Senior Brother Song is the only one of you third-generation Wudang disciples who is decent. Neither you nor Zhang Wuji are good people!"
Yang Yaoqin was a little dissatisfied.
Each one ate from the bowl, looked at the pot, and fell in love with each other when he saw them.
"Qin'er, you have misunderstood me as a husband. How can I never love someone else? You are the only one in my heart."
Lu Qingyun immediately expressed his feelings.
"Haha." Yang Yaoqin curled her lips.
Although Mu Wanqing and Ren Yingying had no choice but to deal with things, they still couldn't help but feel jealous.
Lu Qingyun understood, immediately jumped out of bed, hugged Yang Yaoqin into his arms, and comforted:
"Good Qin'er, don't be angry. I swear to my husband that I will turn around and run away when I see a woman in the future."
"Haha, where can you run? The Emei Sect, Hengshan Sect, Miao Miao Peak Lingjiu Palace are all women, and Ning Nuxia, the leader of Huashan, will you disappear from now on?"
Yang Yaoqin pressed her side face against Lu Qingyun's chest, enjoying the tenderness between husband and wife, while poking Lu Qingyun's face with her slender fingers.
"Ding Minjun is very good at taking care of Emei, so there is no need for me to intervene. I am planning to pass the head of the Hengshan Sect to Yilin, and there is no need to take care of it in the future. It is not a big problem to have Granny Yu and Xi Jian in the Lingjiu Palace. I will accompany them when the time comes. Qin'er is looking for a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion. "
"This is what you said, don't regret it then."
"Of course. You can't lie to anyone, Qin'er."
Lu Qingyun looked sincere.
Yang Yaoqin imagined the beautiful life of seclusion in the future, with a look of yearning in her eyes.
These years of gathering and separation made her a little disgusted, and she wanted to go back to her previous carefree life.
Suddenly there was a shout outside the house.
"Junior brother Qingyun, senior brother is here."
Song Qingshu was standing dozens of feet away from the thatched cottage.
"It's Senior Brother Qingshu. Something may have happened. I'll go take a look."
Lu Qingyun let go of his arms, stood up, straightened his clothes, opened the door and walked out.
"Senior Brother Qingshu, what happened?"
"Big deal." Song Qingshu saw Lu Qingyun walking out alone, trotted over and pulled him into the nearby woods.
"What are you doing, Senior Brother Qingshu?"
Lu Qingyun looked at the quiet environment of Western Zhou Dynasty and Song Qingshu's mysterious appearance, feeling very curious in his heart.
"Shh, keep your voice down." Song Qingshu looked towards the thatched cottage, and after confirming that Yang Yaoqin had not come out, he whispered in Lu Qingyun's ear: "Xiao Zhao is back, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and wants to meet you."
"What! Xiao Zhao is back?"
Lu Qingyun smiled slightly, "I'll go and explain a few words to Qin'er before I go."
Song Qingshu blinked, thinking that his junior brother is a bull.
Others kept it secret, but he dared to tell his sister-in-law face to face.
This calmness is really beyond his comparison.
He thought that after getting engaged to Ling'er, he would be managed to be obedient. Let alone taking concubines, even if he looked at the young woman, he would have to be lectured for a long time.
Fortunately, there are no female disciples in Wudang, otherwise there would be a lot of chaos every day.
Song Qingshu sighed in his heart, unable to understand why Zhong Ling's personality changed so much before and after the engagement.
"Then do you need me to send someone to deliver the message first?"
Lu Qingyun patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder, "Senior Brother Qingshu, please send a message to me first. I will be there in a minute."
"Okay, I'll go first."
Watching Song Qingshu leave, Lu Qingyun's thoughts were racing.
Xiao Zhao is very familiar with Wudang. Something must have happened when he suddenly stopped going up the mountain and instead waited at the foot of the mountain.
Or you want to alienate yourself from him on purpose. In this case, let’s end it today.
He walked back to the hut and told Yang Yaoqin what happened to Xiao Zhao at the bottom of the mountain.
"Who is Xiao Zhao? I never heard you say that."
Lu Qingyun then remembered that he had not told Yang Yaoqin about Xiao Zhao. So I briefly told the story of my encounter with Xiao Zhao.
"Haha, I met Xiao Zhao when I went to Guangmingding, I met Wanqing when I went to Dali, and I met Ren Yingying when I went to Heimuya.
You are quite lucky. Every time you go out, you are accompanied by a beautiful woman. Do you also want to bring Xiao Zhao into your room? "
Lu Qingyun waved his hand quickly: "How is it possible? This meeting is just to make a break."
"This is what you said. If you regret it, I will ignore you."
"Qin'er, I promise."
After Lu Qingyun made his promise, he came to the foot of Wudang Mountain.
As soon as I saw it, I saw a gorgeous and exotic Western-style sedan parked in the open space.
Two Persian women stood on each side of the sedan door.
In front of the sedan stood three men and women dressed in Persian costumes, all holding a pair of strange iron plates in their hands.
Lu Qingyun secretly thought, could these three people be the Three Holy Envoys of Persia, holding in their hands the Holy Fire Order, a sacred object of the Ming Cult?
"Are you Lu Qingyun?"
A man in his late teens with a beard asked in awkward Chinese Mandarin.
"Yes, I am Lu Qingyun. Where is Xiao Zhaoren?"
Lu Qingyun put his hands behind his back and looked past the three people towards the sedan.
"Sir, Xiao Zhao is here."
As the sound came from the sedan, a Persian woman opened the sedan door.
Xiao Zhao, wearing a lake-blue Persian dress and covered in jewelry, walked out.
"Did you inherit the Persian Ming Cult?"
Lu Qingyun didn't want to pretend to be dumb, so he asked first.
"Master, how do you know?"
Xiao Zhao showed a surprised expression.
"Haha, it's not hard to guess such a grand event. After disappearing for a few years, did you come back to the Central Plains this time to ask me for the 'Great Shift of the Universe'?"
Xiao Zhao was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open, his face full of shock, "Master, you know everything again?!"
"Didn't you sneak into the Ming Cult just to steal the 'Great Shift of the Universe'? I knew it at the time, but I just didn't expose you."
Lu Qingyun smiled and continued: "Your mother, the Dragon King in Purple Shirt, was not burned to death, was she?"
"Sir, are you a devil?"
Xiao Zhao's body began to tremble, and the shock on his face disappeared, replaced by panic.
Lu Qingyun said casually: "If it weren't for your sake, the Purple Shirt Dragon King would never have escaped from my hands alive when he bullied the Emei disciples!"
