The white smoke had disappeared, and the bright moonlight made the five peaks of Wanjian Mountain look as if covered with a layer of silver gauze and jade snow. The disciples dispersed and returned to their homes. Shaoyang Peak, which had been noisy all day, finally quieted down.

The results of the sect assessment were somewhat unexpected, but also reasonable.

The four elders and the head of the sect each selected a true disciple, but Jiang Mi and Ling Wujie were both selected, but Ling Wujie was asked to change his membership to the sect of elder Yun Ci. The Yun family is an immortal family, and all the elders of Wanjian Mountain have had their clansmen. In this generation, even two brothers hold high positions at the same time, and personnel changes are just a matter of a word from them.

Now Jiang Mi became a popular figure in Wanjian Mountain. After all, the head of the mountain, Yun Liang, would rather give up the son of the Ling family and accept Jiang Mi as a true disciple, which shows how much he values ​​him. People who used to look down on his background now started to call him "Senior Brother Jiang" and obeyed him without any hesitation.

The sword of the true disciple was changed from the ordinary blue steel sword to the cold pond sword forged with black iron, and even the black scabbard was engraved with his name. According to the regulations of Wanjian Mountain, the clothes were also changed to black disciples' clothes with red edges. The red color on the collar and wrist made him feel inexplicably happy.

"Jiang Mi, it's not that serious, is it?" Gu Bufan looked at his friend who was holding his chest and pretending to be holding his heart, and was very surprised, "You fell in love with someone else so quickly?"

The young man smiled and said nothing, just shook his head.

A few days ago, he got drunk for his sweetheart in the middle of the night. Today, he accepted a flower from Baili Yaoyue and carefully put it in his chest, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it from him. And the corners of his mouth were raised all day long. I have never seen him so happy, as if he was possessed by evil spirits.

"It's just a flower. Baili Yaonu just threw it away casually."

——Gu Bufan was actually a little jealous. He was standing next to Jiang Mi at the time and thought that the flower would fall into his hands. His expectations were dashed and he felt that he was inexplicably teased, so he simply changed his words and called out "Bai Li Yao Nu".

Jiang Mi suddenly paused, his face serious and gloomy: "She is not a witch."

Those brown eyes seemed to be filled with Kunlun's ice and snow, cold and harsh, which frightened Gu Bufan. He was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He said "oh" and returned to the inner disciple's residence in a huff.

The outer disciples of Wanjian Mountain live in a large dormitory bed, while the inner disciples sleep in a room of four. True disciples have their own rooms.

Before, it didn't matter where he slept, but now that he had this flower, he didn't want it to be seen by anyone. He found a white glazed vase and put the crabapple flower in it, and cast a life-giving spell to prevent it from withering before blowing out the lights and going to bed.

Jiang Mi lay on his side on the edge of the bed, so that the moonlight outside the window could shine on him. Under the stars, the trees in the courtyard swayed in the wind, and half of his body was dyed in the silver-white light and shadow. His outline was as handsome as a painting, and his hair seemed to have absorbed the light of the moon, like a slowly flowing stream, soft and moist.

Half asleep and half awake, someone suddenly hugged him from behind.

Summer clothes were thin, and the heat from the girl's skin seemed to penetrate through the clothes. Her breath gently brushed over his neck, and a voice as light as a dream sounded behind his head -

"Are you sleeping on the edge of the bed to leave room for me?"

His heartbeat suddenly quickened. He looked back in confusion and surprise. He hugged her almost subconsciously, buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath, letting the cool fragrance of her body fill his nostrils: "Yao Yue..."

"Didn't I say I would come to see you after the assessment? Why did you lock the door?" She pinched his red ears. "I had to use the wall-walking technique to get in. It made me look like a thief."

"I...I'm afraid the flowers will be lost."

He thought of what happened during the day, his face flushed, and he could no longer suppress the love that was gushing out of his heart, and he kissed her cheeks and ears one after another. She was about to cry out that she was tickled, but he held her red lips in his mouth.

"Well - if you don't let go, I'll teach you a lesson..."

He smiled slightly, his eyes were as clear and bright as water, showing thousands of kinds of deep affection, and like a bottomless pool, wanting to suck people in. His breath, which seemed to be there and not there, with a subtle sense of touch and pressure, caressed her limbs and bones, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Yao Yue can teach me a lesson however she wants."

The look in his eyes made her heart tremble. She shrank her neck and her face turned red to her ears. She could only let out a light hum from her nose.

The two overlapped their bodies and breath, and the sweat melted between their tightly pressed skin, becoming extremely sticky and ambiguous.

His thick eyelashes were still trembling slightly, and she felt as if a feather was brushing her heart. She couldn't help but touch his chin with her fingertips as if teasing a spirit animal. The young man felt itchy at the touch and hugged her tightly.

"Jiang Mi..." Yao Yue sighed helplessly and poked his chest seriously, "It would be a waste of your talent if you don't go to the Hehuan Sect."

"It just so happens that the Six Desires Heavenly Art is much more powerful than the Yin-Yang Hehuan Art. Why don't you, Patriarch Hehuan, do it?"

——Luckily, this fool was born in Tianjun Prefecture. If he was born in the north, he would definitely be caught and used as a cauldron.

"I..." The blush on his face had not faded yet, and now it was even redder than blood. He held her in his arms and restrained himself from moving, as if this way he would not be discovered and hold her for a while longer.

Of course, the girl would not give him the chance to cover up her mistake. She used her right hand to press a key point on his chest. His limbs instantly lost strength and he was finally unable to pester her anymore.

“Yaoyue…” He looked at her with pleading eyes, as if she was a stray puppy that had lost its shelter in a storm, “I promise not to move! Let me hold you…”

"Let's talk business first." Her voice was still a little hoarse, but her expression became serious. "Tomorrow I will sneak into your Sutra Library. If you are on duty, please switch shifts with others. I don't want to implicate you."

——She certainly didn't come to Wanjian Mountain for nothing. This morning, while everyone was gathered at Shaoyang Peak, she had already found out the way to the Sutra Library on Guiyi Peak.

Jiang Mi was slightly stunned: "What are you going to the Sutra Library for?"

"Of course it's for the Sky-breaking Sword Intent."

What is the difference between Wanjian Mountain without its Sword Master and a tiger without teeth?