That person has a cold face.
He walked to Wei Si and sat down on the futon. The futon was cold and there was no sign of human presence.
He complained: "That guy you mentioned who was ranked number one, is he crazy?"
Wei Si didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the back of him. Even the chatterbox sitting in front turned his head and then immediately turned back.
Mo Xue noticed something strange and turned his head, seeing a person in a white robe. He slowly raised his head and saw Bai Linchuan's cold and intimidating face. His eyes were arrogant and cold, as if he was looking at an ant.
Why is he still haunting him? What is he doing following him? Mo Xue frowned and asked impatiently, "What for?"
Bai Linchuan said coldly: "I forgot to take something."
Mo Xue looked at the white jade pendant under the table. It must have fallen from his body accidentally.
He rubbed his nose, and was embarrassed for a moment, "Oh."
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but Mo Xue took revenge on the spot.
There was mud rolling on his clothes, and his hands were immediately covered with dust when he touched them.
He picked up the jade pendant with one hand, and grabbed Bai Linchuan's clothes with the other hand. With a "snap", a black handprint was left behind, which was particularly obvious on the white clothes.
He grabbed Bai Linchuan's clothes to gain leverage and stood up.
Compared with his bad behavior, he had a sincere smile on his face: "Sorry, I'm exhausted after standing for too long." After that, he handed the jade pendant to Bai Linchuan.
Bai Linchuan took the jade pendant with a normal expression, without even blinking, and turned away, his gaze so indifferent that it seemed as if he didn't even remember Mo Xue's face.
Mo Xie made a "tsk" sound, "boring..."
The black handprint on the hem of the clothes was like an ink spot accidentally dropped on white paper. It swayed with the door flap when he walked, piercing the eyes and making it difficult to ignore.
Bai Linchuan walked a few meters away and finally stopped. He waved his hand, and with a flash of light, he broke the piece of robe.
"Dirty..." he whispered.
The dirty white cloth was thrown on the grass, and a gust of wind blew it away and blew it away into the distance.
Mo Xue's legs were shaking. Most of the people in the academy had left. Wei Si asked from the side, "Why did you provoke him?"
Mo Xue complained all at once, "What do you mean I provoked him? It was clearly him who provoked me." He then asked, "Isn't he very powerful? I don't usually see him coming to class, so why is he here today?"
Weiss shook his head.
It was the chatterbox in front who turned around and glanced at the gray disciple uniforms on Mo Xue and the other two.
The uniforms of the disciples on this mountain are divided into inner and outer sects, but they are all white, unless they come up from the foot of the mountain, then they just wear the most common gray clothes. There is no uniform dress, unless they are recognized by the master and accepted as a disciple.
Although he was wearing casual clothes, he deliberately wore white, as most of the disciples did. He said, "You may not know this, but this Bai Linchuan comes from a family of cultivators. He could have asked a master to refine a weapon and obtain a sword earlier, but he insisted on waiting until now to enter the Sword Valley."
Mo Xie: "Why is that?"
The chatterbox raised his eyebrows and rubbed his hands. Mo Xue took out a spirit stone from his arms and threw it to him.
The chatterbox then said, "That's because there's a divine sword from outer space in the Sword Valley, and Bai Linchuan came here just for that."
"What sword?"
The chatterbox stretched out his hand again.
Mo Xue patiently handed him another piece.
The chatterbox continued with a chuckle, "The sword in the deepest part of the Sword Valley is said to grant one the chance to ascend to heaven. Several generations of brothers and sisters have tried to seize it, but none have succeeded."
"How can I get this sword?"
The chatterbox stretched out his hand again.
Mo Xue could no longer bear it. "That's enough! You were so vague and unclear on the first two questions, so I'm asking now."
He doesn't hit a smiling person, and he doesn't make a fuss when he's talking too much. He just smiles and says, "Doing business?"
"Then buy two and get one free. I've already bought two, so you can give me one more." Mo Xie bargained.
The chatterbox stretched out his hand, but after hesitating for a moment, he realized he couldn't get the spirit stone. He couldn't help but say, "Okay."
"Recognizing a sword naturally requires a matter of chance. Everyone says that Bai Linchuan and the sword have a strong affinity, while others say it's too shallow. In my opinion, it's better to say that he has natural talent, which is why the sword is willing to be used by him."
Mo Xie's eyes rolled and a bright light flashed.
He looked at Mo Xue's face full of mischievous ideas and said, "I advise you not to set your sights on that sword. It's really..." He glanced up and down at Mo Xue and clicked his tongue twice.
Seeing his mocking expression, Mo Xue did not refute him, but just smiled back.
The chatterbox introduced himself, "My name is Ji Chong. Please keep me informed if you have any news in the future."
Mo Xue and Wei Si walked back to their residence. Their residence was behind the south mountain of the school. Across the stone steps and paths, they could see a row of houses. Each house had four rooms in the east, south, west and north. He and Wei Si shared a room, which cost ten spirit stones a month.
Seeing that he had been looking down in deep thought, Wei Si asked, "Mo Xue, you're not really planning on taking that sword, are you?"
Seeing that Mo Xue didn't respond, he took it as a tacit agreement and said to himself, "Don't forget what we are here for. We are here to learn skills to eliminate demons."
Mo Xue regained his composure, a rare display of seriousness. "I know."
He took out the bag and handed it to Mo Xue. It was the most common white flour bag, without the sweetness of sesame and sugar. It had become hard because it had been stored for a long time.
He gnawed on the shriveled sac. There was a bit of powdered sugar left at the bottom of the bag of sugar he sold to Qi Sanjiang. He reached out and pinched a little, then licked his fingers.
A sweet taste spread throughout his mouth, improving the tasteless dinner. Sugar wasn't considered a valuable commodity in the mountains; only Qi Sanjiang, who was nearing death and under strict family discipline, would consider it a treasure.
As the night deepened, the moon grew dimmer, hidden behind the clouds, and the entire house was shrouded in a dark and sticky atmosphere.
Wei Si was lying on the bed when he suddenly asked, "Mo Xie, do you still remember what the demon that killed your parents looked like?"
In the darkness, Mo Xue's voice came, "I forgot."
Wei Si was still talking. "I still remember it clearly. The demon was several feet tall, taller than a house, and flames were coming out of its body like thick slurry. It killed our entire village. It just sneezed casually on impulse, and flames gushed out. I saw with my own eyes that the entire village was reduced to ashes. And now, the demon is still wreaking havoc outside."
He didn't get a response for a long time: "Are you asleep?"
"No."
Wei Si blinked and said, "Then go to sleep. In three days, the Sword Valley will open. We must get the sword. After all..."
Mo Xie continued, "After all, for people like us, this is our only chance."
Bai Linchuan's haughty, perusing eyes resurfaced in his mind, lingering for a long time. Mo Xue suddenly opened his eyes, their gleaming gleams in the darkness. "But why are some born superior?" He laughed again, "Besides, aren't people like us worthy?"
His confidence and arrogance came through his voice, and Wei Si was startled. This was the first time he realized Mo Xue's unusual ambition, which seemed to go beyond just revenge for his parents. He asked carefully, "So... you want to?"
There was a sudden light outside the window. Mo Xue stood up and looked at Wei Si in confusion. Someone was visiting.
"Hey, isn't this the master's favorite disciple?"
In the pitch-black courtyard, there were no stars or moon, only Bai Linchuan, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, like a layer of frost on a midsummer night, bright and dazzling, and cold and chilling.
Mo Xue shuffled slowly, circling around him. He noticed a missing piece of his outer garment and sneered, "Big Brother, you've condescended to come here. Aren't you afraid of getting your shoes dirty?"
Bai Linchuan ignored his sarcasm and stretched out his slender white hand, "Give it back to me."
Mo Xue stood in front of him, looking at the hand with well-proportioned and slender joints. It must look very beautiful if it holds the magic sword, just like good wine goes with good food.
"What do you mean, Senior Brother? Do you want to hold my hand?" Mo Xie said in a mean tone, reaching out his hand.
Bai Linchuan withdrew his hand, his eyes were cold, without even a trace of emotion. He let the other party frantically attack him, thrashing around and provoking him repeatedly, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
Mo Xue became even angrier.
"When you touched me today, you took my sachet." Bai Linchuan said.
His pair of light dark amber eyes stared at Mo Xue, and a gust of wind blew up around him. This was the first time that Mo Xue witnessed the ability of the sect's number one. The other party didn't say anything and didn't do anything, but just looked at him with a look that was no different from the one he gave a blade of grass or a speck of dust.
Mo Xue knew that he might not even be able to match the opponent's finger.
The grass swayed in a disorderly manner in the wind, and Mo Xue took out a bluish-white sachet from his arms.
It is embroidered with light blue smoke clouds with fine stitches, and it smells of blue clouds, white smoke, blue sky and green oranges.
"Here, for you." Mo Xue threw it to him.
But he accidentally threw it off-center, and the sachet fell into the mud at Bai Linchuan's feet.
Mo Ke paused. He really didn't mean it this time. He stepped forward to pick it up, but Bai Linchuan bent down first and picked it up. The sachet was covered with dirt and a little bit of warm body temperature.
Mo Xue originally thought that this senior brother had become obsessed with mysophobia again and would throw it away without mercy, but he didn't expect that he would pat the dirt off it, put it in his sleeve, and turn around and leave without hesitation.
Mo Xie muttered softly, "You care so much about it, could it be that it was given to you by your beloved?"
He returned to the room, threw himself onto the bed, and stretched out his limbs. The wooden bed creaked, but soon returned to silence.
But after a while, he broke the silence again, "Tell me, what kind of expression would appear on the face of our senior brother who has always been as cold as ice?"
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There was a rustling sound from the other side of the room. It was Wei Si who turned over, his head facing inward. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. "With your abilities, it's really not easy to survive until now..."
Mo Xue replied modestly: "Alas, the past... is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
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