"No." Murong Bai coughed twice, covering his mouth. "You know the Sword Sect's rules better than I do."

After saying that...

He seemed to have used up all his strength and became listless.

It took a while.

He slowly began to speak.

"Your actions are upright and honest. In the entire Eight Desolate Continent, only the Sword Sect can earn my trust."

"Palace Master Murong's words are well said."

Immortal Lord Qingxue smiled mysteriously, "Such a big favor can't be done for nothing, can it? The Sword Sect has lost many disciples in the effort to eliminate the demons of the Bright Moon Palace, and now it has to get involved in your sect's internal strife. There are some things that our Sect Leader, Brother Renhou, can't say out loud."

"As you know, Qingxue is unruly."

"There's nothing I'm afraid to say."

Murong Bai: "Qingxue, please speak freely."

We are all smart people.

There's no need to play games.

Gingerbread quietly observed its master, who was quite capable as the leader of a peak.

Immortal Lord Qingxue twirled the teacup in his hand.

"It's nothing much, just the interests that should be fought for for the sect, so naturally we should fight for them."

Palace Master Murong understood.

She wasn't angry; instead, she showed the most genuine smile she'd had since she entered the room.

"If you have no ulterior motives, then I should be worried."

"Success in this matter means that the Bright Moon Palace has been preserved. I will not mince words. After Wushuang becomes the Palace Master, all three spirit mines in Tianbao City will belong to the Sword Sect."

Oh mo?

Gingerbread was so shocked that he held his breath.

The three spirit mines in Tianbao City are the best!

Immortal Lord Qingxue maintained her elegant demeanor as an immortal, set down her teacup, and said softly, "Palace Master Murong is very generous. Qingxue will definitely help your disciple Wushuang ascend to the position of Palace Master."

"Okay," Murong Bai replied with a slight smile.

The two groups sat inside the hall, carefully discussing the rules for electing the Palace Master of Mingyue Palace.

The Bright Moon Palace has a total of nine elders.

The person who passes the test in the Xianhua Ridge Secret Realm and receives the most votes will inherit the position of Palace Master.

In other words, the difficulty lies in the number of elders' votes.

They discussed it for a while longer.

Palace Master Murong was unwell and had to return to her bedchamber first, instructing her maid to take Jiang Bingbing and her entourage to the guest rooms.

They left the reception room.

After passing through the back garden, you arrive at a courtyard.

After the maid left.

Gingerbread: "Master, it's hard to just laugh when you want to, and it's really hard to control the corners of your mouth from turning up, right?"

“Ahem…”

Immortal Lord Qingxue flicked his sleeves with a flourish, lifted his robes, and sat down under the peach tree. "Little Bing, don't talk nonsense."

"With Mingyue Palace in such a mess, how can I, as an old acquaintance of Palace Master Murong, possibly laugh?"

"oh--?"

Gingerbread tilted its head mischievously.

"Three spirit mines, and you really can't laugh?"

Immortal Lord Qingxue turned his head, his expression changing, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

He forcefully reached out and pressed the corners of her upturned mouth back down.

Turn your head sideways.

With a stern face, he scolded Gingerbread, "Nonsense! You can't slack off even when you're out. You're punished by being sent back to your room to cultivate."

Gingerbread: "Oh..."

At this moment.

Fen Juejun's face remained expressionless as he asked in a measured tone, "Master, are you ill?"

Everyone looked over.

The boy pointed to the corner of Qingxue Xianjun's mouth and said innocently, "It's twitching here."

"Do you need me or your senior sister to help you find a doctor?"

After a few moments of silence, the entire audience fell silent.

A burst of laughter erupted!

Gingerbread laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

Immortal Lord Qingxue's face is like a palette of colors.

After several transformations, it became a spectacular event.

"Burning, Night!" Immortal Lord Qingxue practically spat out these two words through gritted teeth. "You are truly a good disciple of your master."

"You and your senior sister are both going back..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Gingerbread grabbed Fenjue's hand, "Junior Brother, run! Master's going to beat you up!"

Fen Jue followed behind her at a leisurely pace.

The girl's skirt blended into a sea of ​​pink flowers, and the light pink hairband behind her black hair fluttered in the wind.

His eyelashes drooped slightly.

My gaze fell on the overlapping sleeves of the two people.

The pink brocade was haphazardly intertwined with his white and blue sleeves.

Fen Jue pursed his thin lips tightly, feeling as if the scene before him was familiar.

It was as if they had run like this countless times.

“I’m so tired!”

Gingerbread let go and fanned his cheek.

"You've really become stupid from amnesia. Your master is very proud. It's fine to joke around, but don't call him out on it."

Fen Jue reluctantly withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, looked around absentmindedly, and replied, "I didn't think that much about it. It's just that Master was mean to you..."

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

The flowers, grasses, branches, and leaves rustled and shook.

Gingerbread didn't hear what Fenjue said next.

"What did you just say?"

"nothing."

Fenjue bent down and plucked two hydrangea flowers. "Senior Sister."

"Hmm?" She glanced at the flowers in his hand and teased with a smile, "It's everyone's responsibility to protect flowers and plants. If you're gentle with them, they'll still smell sweet. Don't you understand?"

The boy felt ashamed after hearing what she said, and his ears turned red.

"I was going to give it to you, but I'll put it back."

For her?

Gingerbread has never been given flowers before in all her life.

"Just kidding!"

"Xiao Jue, you're acting silly right now. If I bully you like this, you won't beat me up after your memories come back, will you?"

Her fair, delicate hands took the hydrangea from his hand.

Fen Jue was stunned for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "No, Senior Sister didn't bully me, it was my own choice."

Voluntary—?

Bang the ground!

Something suddenly exploded in Gingerbread's mind.

The hydrangea she was holding suddenly felt hot. The guy standing opposite her seemed unaware of how unusual his words were, looking at her with innocent and sincere eyes.

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