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After Hongtong Palace, the disciples of Guiyuan Sect, Fanyin Temple, and Xueyu were also packing their luggage and preparing to return as a team.

But what Yan Luoyue didn't expect was that before she joined the main force returning to Gui Yuanzong, she had to say goodbye to her little companions first.

The first person to resign was Ling Shuanghun.

As Ji Qinghong's disciples, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang would definitely follow him back to the mountain gate.

But as a friend who had accompanied him all the way, lived together in the secret realm for a year, and had become like family to him, Yan Luoyue selfishly did not want Ling Shuanghun to leave... or rather, not to leave so early.

Ling Shuanghun is a historian of the Crane Clan and has an extraordinary interest in history.

It just so happened that before the Great War to Subdue Demons, the demon race had no tradition of recording history, but the human race had always had the custom of preserving historical records.

There are countless books in Guiyuan Sect, including many travel notes and notebooks, all of which are about the history of the demon race.

Yan Luoyue secretly asked Jiang Tingbai if he could invite Ling Shuanghun to Guiyuan Sect as a guest in the name of a friend. Also, if he could lend those notes to his friends to read.

Jiang Tingbai nodded and explained the relevant regulations to Yan Luoyue.

The existence of a sect is a bit like an integrated cluster of companies, universities, and family districts.

For inner disciples like Yan Luoyue and Jiang Tingbai, if they have friends coming to visit, they only need to register the friends, get a guest card and ensure that the friends abide by the etiquette of being a guest, then they can let the friends stay in the sect for a while.

As for some sect classics, if they are just for casual notes, inner disciples can lend them to friends as long as they ensure that they will not lose them and return them on time.

Of course, if it involves skills, secret manuals, or files with a higher level of confidentiality, it cannot be shown to outsiders unless approved by the elders themselves.

Yan Luoyue informed Ling Shuanghun of the news, but the red-crowned crane did not show any joy.

An expression of struggle was evident on the young man's handsome face.

But after a moment, he still smiled bitterly with reluctance.

"Sorry, Xiaoyan, thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I have to say goodbye to you."

"Xiao Ling, are you leaving?"

Ling Shuanghun nodded.

After making the most important decision, the following words seemed to flow more smoothly.

Ling Shuanghun sighed slightly and looked at Yan Luoyue sincerely and resolutely.

"I just received a message from my brother yesterday. There have been many unusual incidents in the Biluo River recently. I'd better go over and take a look."

The classics of Gui Yuanzong are placed there. They don’t have legs and they won’t run away. They can be sorted out at any time.

However, if some important historical events were missed, it would be a great pity for the historians.

Ling Shuanghun held Yan Luoyue's and Wu Manshuang's hands, one on each side, and said loudly:

"Xiaoyan, Xiaowu, the days I spent with you this year were one of the greatest pleasures I've ever experienced since I can remember."

"Let's write to each other to keep in touch. When I have the chance in the future, I will visit Gui Yuanzong and come to see you again."

Even through a layer of white veil, the other two people could see that Wu Manshuang's eyes revealed a deep reluctance.

At this moment, the little snake suddenly remembered the many times he had taken sides when Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun were playing together in the past.

If I had known that this was our farewell...

Then when he took sides, he did it in a more subtle way.

Yan Luoyue asked, "Are you sure you'll come?"

Ling Shuanghun smiled and said, "I will definitely come!"

Even though the mountains are high and the roads are long, the white crane’s wings are strong enough to fly over the steepest peaks. Even though the water is deep and the river is fast, the flying bird only leaves its reflection on the waves.

Gathering and parting are common in the world, and separation and reunion are a part of history books.

Only fate and friendship are the inseparable threads that keep us together. No matter how far apart we are, we will meet again.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang watched Ling Shuanghun pack his bags and walked him all the way to the intersection.

Cranes are free and unrestrained by nature.

When he just said goodbye, Ling Shuanghun still seemed reluctant to leave.

However, at the moment when he was about to wave goodbye, Ling Shuanghun's eyes had become clear and firm.

It was as if they had crossed the thousands of mountains and rivers that separated them in the future and anticipated the beautiful scenery and good times when they met again.

The boy's arms had transformed into a pair of beautiful wings. Ling Shuanghun turned around and gave his two friends a smile without any gloom:

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Yan, let's look forward to seeing you again."

As soon as the words fell, Ling Shuang's soul turned into a white crane, flapped its wings, and flew away.

The fairy-like figure of the white crane gradually faded away, turning into a tiny speck in our field of vision, but the long wind still carried the melodious crane song from afar.

"Today I am leaving you, sending you far away to the frost and snow.

In the future, when the flowers bloom, I will meet you again..."

…

After Hongtong Palace and Ling Shuanghun, the third group to leave were Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang themselves.

Their flying boat was like a drop of river water, naturally blending into the returning team of Guiyuan Sect. Ji Qinghong and Jiang Tingbai also stayed on the flying boat with the two of them.

Ji Qinghong leaned leisurely on a lounge chair by the window, admiring the clouds passing by outside the window.

Jiang Tingbai made a pot of warm tea and sat around the table with Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang. With a gentle smile on his lips, he patiently answered every question raised by his junior brothers and sisters.

"You want to know what our peak is like?"

Jiang Tingbai picked up the teapot and steadily filled the teacups in front of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang, while saying in a harmonious voice:

"We, the Turnip Peak, have a total of..."

"Ah, wait a minute." Yan Luoyue had to interrupt, "That... is actually called Luo Luo Feng?"

When asking this question, Yan Luoyue's gaze couldn't help but drift towards Ji Qinghong's direction.

Ji Qinghong held his chin with one hand and looked out the window intently, as if he didn't pay any attention to the topic the three of them were talking about.

Jiang Tingbai sighed: "It really is called Turnip Peak. It is said that the inscriptions on the monuments in front of our mountain have been carved and replaced."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Hearing this naming method which is no less than the Northeastern "Silly Roe Village", "Two Butts Mountain", and "Pants Groove", Yan Luoyue couldn't help but imagine the following scene:

After entering the sect, one always has to deal with disciples from other peaks.

At that time, he introduced himself: "My name is Jianfeng xxx, may I know who is your junior sister?"

"Oh, I'm Yan Luoyue from Luo Luo Peak."

Noticing the complicated expression on Yan Luoyue's face, Jiang Tingbai spoke to comfort her:

"Fortunately, Junior Sister, Radish Peak is already a more normal name."

Yan Luoyue suddenly raised her head: "???"

Huh? What did you say?

After Jiang Tingbai's tactful explanation, Yan Luoyue realized that in the past few thousand years, Ji Qinghong seemed to have always had a hobby of randomly changing the name of the mountain where he lived.

He changes the name of Fengtou even more frequently than some modern netizens change their nicknames.

Before the name "Radish Peak", the names of their predecessor, the predecessor, and the predecessor were respectively "He Xibei Peak", "I Have Not Yet Peaked" and "How Do You Know I Am Crazy Not Peak".

In Guiyuan Sect, since they can't keep up with the speed of their peak's name changes, everyone generally calls their peak "you know, that peak" by default.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue suggested the next candidate name for the peak on the spot, which was called "Looking from the side you see a mountain and looking from the side you see a peak".

——Even though Yan Luoyue has always been a genius at naming, she now feels that she is much more cultured than Ji Qinghong!

Jiang Tingbai is indeed the most reliable senior brother in the entire peak.

Even though the topic had gone off the track, he still stubbornly returned to the previous topic and continued to answer the questions Wu Manshuang had just raised.

"So far, including you and me, there are a total of five masters and apprentices in our Luo Luo Peak..."

"Eh?" Yan Luoyue raised her head and looked at Wu Manshuang silently.

Although Wu Man Shuang's eyes were covered with a white veil and she could not make eye contact with Yan Luoyue, the necessary sense of ceremony had to be maintained.

They both realized: Yan Luoyue, Wu Manshuang, Senior Brother Jiang, Ji Qinghong... a total of four people.

Could this mysterious fifth person be one of their senior brothers or sisters?

Jiang Ting took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "Didn't Master mention this to you?"

Both little heads shook like toads at the same time.

"...I understand." Jiang Tingbai sighed softly and rubbed his eyebrows with a finger.

Yan Luoyue looked at Senior Brother Jiang with interest.

She found that after Jiang Tingbai's identity changed and he became a "senior brother" instead of a "teacher", and he no longer had to maintain the demeanor of a teacher as he did in the school, Senior Brother Jiang began to do these unconscious little movements more often.

Jiang Tingbai's temperament becomes more natural and approachable.

Jiang Tingbai explained: "That one became my disciple after me. Her...his situation is more special."

When mentioning this disciple, there was a slight uncertainty in Jiang Tingbai's tone.

Wu Manshuang didn't understand what he meant: "We have a second senior brother?"

"...Well, Second Brother...right."

For some reason, Jiang Tingbai's answer was a bit vague, as if he was lacking in confidence.

This expression obviously concealed a mystery. Yan Luo looked towards Ji Qinghong at the window consciously under the moonlight.

She subconsciously felt that whenever she encountered any problems, it would be right to find Ji Qinghong to take the blame.

Following Yan Luoyue's line of sight, Ji Qinghong was holding a white jade wine glass in the light, and the knuckles on the back of his hand were almost the same color as the white jade.

After hearing Jiang Tingbai's answer, Ji Qinghong turned around and smiled at him, his tone rather teasing: "What would you do if Mi Jichen wasn't wearing his usual attire today?"

Jiang Tingbai replied calmly: "Then we'll do it when the time comes."

…

Soon, Yan Luoyue understood the meaning of their question and answer.

The flying boat pressed down the clouds and landed on the flat training ground of Turnip Peak, startling the tiny chirps of birds in the nearby woods.

Yan Luoyue stepped down the ladder and looked at the magnificent mountain.

The sound of the flying boat landing was heard, and the branches in the deep forest moved slightly.

I saw a figure pushing aside the vines and stepping over the lichens, just like the mountain ghost described in the Chu people's witch songs, coming over with the morning dew on his body and a Duruo stone orchid in his hand.

——Beauty, great beauty, super beautiful beauty.

This was Yan Luoyue’s first thought when he saw the beautiful sister.

The visitor had a charming smile, beautiful eyes, fair and crystal skin, and a slim and affectionate figure.

Her face is androgynous, and her beauty has a touch of heroism. When she is dressed as a woman, she looks like a beautiful boy in a cross-dressing role, and when she is dressed as a man, she looks like a beautiful woman in a man's clothing.

At this moment, the beauty was wearing a red dress that looked like a flying mural, with a willow-yellow gauze shawl on her arm and seven or eight thin gold bracelets on her wrists.

As for her jade-white feet, they were bare on the ground, her toes sinking into the soft fallen leaves, but not a trace of dirt was on them.

A thin red rope was tied around the beautiful girl's snow-white left ankle. The rope was wrapped around her slender ankle several times, and the tasseled tail hung down, gently brushing against the back of her foot.

"Master, Brother, you are back?" The beautiful lady greeted with a smile.

Yan Luoyue noticed that the moment they met, Jiang Tingbai seemed to take a special look at the beauty's outfit.

Then, he called out, "Second Junior Sister."

When it comes to social skills, Wu Manshuang's reactions become a little slow.

Hearing this name, he looked up at Jiang Tingbai in confusion.

——Didn’t we agree that he would be the Second Senior Brother?

It was Yan Luoyue who quickly called out "Second Senior Sister", and Wu Manshuang followed her in response to her address.

When the second senior sister was called like this, she lowered her head and looked at Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang.

She quickly guessed their identities from their heights, and asked in surprise:

"Master, are these the new brothers and sisters who have arrived at our peak?"

Ji Qinghong just said "hmm" lightly.

The second sister bent down and looked at the two boys one by one.

"Hello, little brothers and sisters, or little brothers and sisters."

Yan Luoyue: “?”

Wait, isn't there something wrong with this way of greeting?

When she stood up again, the beauty had obviously seen through the two men's movements and looked at Jiang Tingbai with emotion.

"Brother, the human population of our peak has decreased again."

Jiang Tingbai was caught off guard: "..."

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang didn't expect to hear this: "..."

At this moment, as the only pure human in this peak, Jiang Tingbai felt that he was under a lot of pressure...

Yan Luoyue is now certain that although the beautiful senior sister is beautiful, for some reason, her brain seems to be a little out of line.

Jiang Tingbai coughed lightly and reminded, "Second Junior Sister, do you want to go take a bath?"

"Yes, I was just about to go. Thanks for reminding me, brother."

The beautiful senior sister Chong Jiang Tingbai showed a bright smile and waved at Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang.

"Well, see you later, little brother and little sister."

Perhaps because she had confirmed the race and gender of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang, this time, she did not use that confusing title again.

Watching her graceful figure gradually disappear into the distance, Jiang Tingbai shook his head helplessly.

"… Just like what you just saw, this is your second senior sister or brother, Mi Jichen."

Wu Manshuang asked hesitantly, "What does 'Second Senior Sister' or 'Second Senior Brother' mean?"

The way he spoke made it hard not to suspect that Jiang Tingbai had been infected by this Senior Sister Ji Chen!

Jiang Tingbai said in a deep voice: "She...his footsteps are a little special. You should pay attention to Ji Chen's attire. If she is dressed in men's clothes, call her Second Senior Brother. If she is dressed in women's clothes, call her Second Senior Sister."

There is such a thing as this?

Yan Luoyue thought for a moment and looked at Ji Qinghong: "How does Master usually address Second Senior Sister?"

Ji Qinghong chuckled: "Only your Senior Brother Jiang is so particular - he thinks he should respect Mi Jichen's wishes, and call him Junior Brother when he dresses up as a man, and Junior Sister when he dresses up as a woman."

"No matter what I'm wearing, I usually just call people by their names."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Well, she can’t learn it because of the generation gap.

Originally, Yan Luoyue was curious whether Mi Jichen's "heels were a bit special" meant that she was a member of some kind of demon race that could be either male or female.

But when the facts were laid out before her eyes, Yan Luoyue realized that her imagination was still a little weak.

That was the second day after they entered the mountain gate.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were still in the process of getting familiar with Turnip Peak. They got up early to explore and naturally walked to the back mountain.

There was a layer of moist mist floating over the back mountain, and a warm breath that was completely different from winter hit my face.

The turtle tribe naturally likes humid environments. Yan Luo took a deep breath under the moonlight and let the moist water vapor fill his lungs.

Yan Luoyue: "Is there a hot spring in the back mountain?"

Wu Manshuang suggested, “Let’s go take a look first.”

Then, the two of them met the second senior sister... or second senior brother, who had just come out of the hot spring in the back mountain, with almost no clothes on, only a few red ropes tied around her ankles.

The area around the hot springs is already filled with mist, which naturally obscures the view.

No one knew what kind of martial arts Mi Ji Chen practiced. When they took three steps in front of him or her, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang didn't even notice that there was someone here!

To be honest, the moment they met, Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang both raised their hands, wanting to cover each other's eyes as soon as possible.

But half a second later, each of them realized to their amazement that this was not necessary.

Because Mi Ji Chen is a very special person... the kind of person who is very special... the kind of person who can remain calm even when walking naked on the street, and who doesn't need to make others change their expressions.

Because, he/she has no sexual characteristics at all!

Yan Luoyue: =口=

It should be noted that at this moment, having no sexual characteristics means having no sexual characteristics.

There is no Adam's apple in Mi Jichen Yubai's throat.

Following his line downwards, his chest is flat.

Further down...even the area between the legs, the skin is extremely flat, with neither bulges nor depressions.

In fact, Mi Jichen's entire body was as smooth as a plastic fashion model in a shopping mall.

——I have to say, this is really like a model.

After all, he doesn't even have nipples!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

While Yan Luoyue was speechless and her entire clan was staring in shock, Mi Jichen bent down and picked up a piece of clothing from the shore.

In front of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang, he put on the men's coat with confidence.

"Junior sister, junior brother." Mi Jichen greeted them with a smile, "I will come to the back mountain to soak in the water every day. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

Yan Luoyue finally found her tongue again: "Brother, what are you doing..."

Her question was a bit vague, but Mi Ji Chen instantly understood what Yan Luoyue meant.

"Oh, you want to ask about my origins." Mi Jichen said with a hearty smile, "My appearance is that of a white jade pen."

So, it’s not that his skin is as white as jade, it’s that the barrel of his pen is made of jade.

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue suddenly understood.

In mortal legends, the words "fairy" and "goddess" are often connected, but in the world of immortal cultivation, these two concepts are separate.

Beings like Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang are monsters.

However, existences similar to the observances in the Yue Lao Temple and the transformation of white jade pens into human beings are spirits.

There is no doubt that Mi Jichen is a white jade pen spirit.

——No wonder Mi Ji Chen has no gender.

When have you ever heard that pens can be divided into "men's pens" and "women's pens"?

This is not French, there is no need to distinguish between yin and yang parts of speech!

At this moment, Yan Luoyue finally understood why Mi Jichen did not take off the red rope around his ankle even when taking a bath.

...If she guessed correctly, it should be the hanging string on the tail of the brush.

This discovery undoubtedly solved the doubts in Yan Luoyue's heart.

——Also, he solved a long-standing problem for this sect.

At noon that day, Jiang Tingbai was surprised to find that Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang had successfully solved the trouble of him having to take a look at his clothes every time he wanted to call Mi Jichen with just one name.

They called Mi Jichen: the Second Master's Pen.

Mi Jichen smiled and waved his hands: "Hey~"

Jiang Tingbai: "..."

Jiang Tingbai, who had insisted on addressing people based on their clothes for decades, suddenly felt a little confused.