Half a month later.

In the evening, the sun gradually set. Sheng He squatted on a tree with a dogtail grass in his mouth, looking bored. Mu Yao, who was standing beside him, stared at the secluded path in front of him.

Sheng He yawned, waved his hand to drive away the mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, and said listlessly: "Senior Sister Mu, will Senior Sister Yun and her young master really come?"

"Really, really, please wait a little longer. I heard it with my own ears yesterday when I was leaning over the wall."

"Hey! Xiaohe, look! Here it comes!"

Mu Yao looked at the white edge of a piece of clothing in the distance, and immediately shook Sheng He's arm, lowering her voice and saying, "Hide well, don't let Xiao Yun find you!"

The two men covered their mouths and stared at the person who came intently.

The white corners of the clothes fluttered in the wind, and a thin figure slowly walked out from the darkness. The faint scent of jasmine came from the air.

Mu Yao poked Sheng He's shoulder and covered her mouth to stifle laughter: "I said Xiao Yun likes skinny figures, and he even brought flowers. No wonder Xiao Yun has been so distracted these days!"

Sheng He looked at the familiar shadow on the ground and felt something was wrong. Could this person be...

The man was getting closer and closer. He was wearing the attire of an inner sect disciple, with his head held high. He was holding a few jasmine plants in his hands with a condescending look. He walked with his nose in the air. He didn't look like he was here to apologize to Senior Sister Yun, but rather to inspect the territory.

Mu Yao frowned, and when she saw the face of the person coming clearly, she screamed, slipped and fell from the tree.

Qin Lang went forward diligently and wanted to help Mu Yao up, but before he could touch the corner of Mu Yao's clothes, Mu Yao got up by herself, as if she was carrying some plague and was afraid of being infected by Qin Lang, and instantly moved eight feet away from him.

"Senior Sister Mu Yao, what a coincidence, how come I meet you here?"

"Yeah." Mu Yao patted the dust off her body expressionlessly, "What a coincidence, I have to leave."

"Hey, wait a minute! Senior Sister Mu Yao, I heard that Junior Sister Sheng He has been with me these days, why can't I see Junior Sister Sheng today?"

Mu Yao glanced at Qin Lang and began to make up stories without changing her expression: "Oh, Xiao He's old injury relapsed these days and she can't get out of bed. My master said that she can't be exposed to the wind, can't go out, and can't see the bitch."

"How could this be?"

Qin Lang frowned and murmured, "It's just that he was under pressure, why hasn't the injury healed yet? Is Sheng He completely ruined?"

In this case, wouldn't all his painstaking planning be in vain? But he saw Sheng He and Mu Yao catching fish together by the lake a few days ago. It didn't look like his old injury would relapse, did it?

Qin Lang looked at Mu Yao suspiciously: "Is Junior Sister Sheng really sick? She's not trying to avoid me, is she?"

"certainly."

Mu Yao whistled and looked at the sky and the earth. Suddenly, she looked at Qin Lang seriously as if she remembered something.

"Also, according to seniority, you should call Xiao He "Senior Sister."

Not everyone likes to be a junior sister.

Zhao Yanran:?

Qin Lang's face was filled with sorrow, and he did not delve into the truth of Mu Yao's words. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes paused when he saw the white jasmine flowers in his hand.

He had specially gone to the roadside to pick these, what a pity.

"Senior Sister Mu, I'll give this flower to you."

Qin Lang handed the flower to Mu Yao with a smile. When passing by the tree where Mu Yao fell, he looked up deliberately. The tree was completely empty except for a dogtail grass hanging on the trunk. He thought it was left by Senior Sister Mu Yao.

It seems that Sheng He is indeed not here.

Qin Lang sighed secretly in his heart, but Mu Yao waved her hand quickly, turned around and ran away without even saying a word of refusal.

She had seen Qin Lang's methods with her own eyes. He had been pestering Xiao He for the past half month. Xiao He had refused him countless times, but he still insisted on following her.

Later, Xiao He couldn't stand it anymore and beat Qin Lang. Afterwards, Qin Lang spread the word everywhere that beating is a sign of love and scolding is a sign of care. He said that Xiao He was harsh on him the next time because she couldn't get his love. Otherwise, why did he only beat him and not others?

The day before yesterday, Qin Lang found out Xiao He's address from somewhere, and went to Xiao He's wooden house and placed a cheap hairpin that he had found from some corner in front of her.

Now, in less than two hours, the whole sect knew that Xiao He was going to secretly get married to Qin Lang, and even the token of love that Qin Lang's family had passed down from their ancestors was taken away.

If it weren't for the sect's rules prohibiting the harm of fellow disciples, and if she and Xiaoyun hadn't stopped him, Qin Lang would have died at the hands of Xiaohe's sword yesterday.

Thinking of the wilted white jasmine flowers in Qin Lang's hands, if she accepted them, the story of her and Sheng He fighting for one man might spread in the sect.

Thinking of this, Mu Yao shuddered and ran even faster.

Qin Lang chased for a few steps but failed to catch up. He stopped where he was, panting and shaking his head helplessly. They were just a few jasmine flowers. If he didn't want them, then he didn't want them. Why did he run so fast as if he had seen a ghost?

Thinking about what Mu Yao just said about Sheng He's old injury recurring and she couldn't be exposed to the wind, she must be recuperating in the wooden house now. Isn't now a good time for him to show his courtesy?

Qin Lang straightened his robe, helped up the fallen Jasmine, and strode towards Sheng He's cabin with his head held high.

Sheng He squatted on the tree, looking at the direction Qin Lang left, and became more and more angry. Why should she have to endure Qin Lang's anger after being reborn? But the sect rules did not allow disciples to fight in the sect!

No, she had to go find the deputy sect leader again and beat Qin Lang up again, otherwise she would not be able to get rid of the hatred in her heart!

"What did you say?"

The deputy sect leader stood in front of the desk, with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding a cinnabar pen, drawing a teleportation talisman on the yellow paper like a dragon or a snake.

"Qin Lang spread rumors about me and him everywhere in the sect. I asked the disciples in the Discipline Department, and they said that the sect rules do not prohibit such behavior, but I..."

Sheng He thought of Qin Lang's smug face when he declared in front of everyone that she would not marry anyone else, and her fingers crackled.

"I have never seen such a shameless person. He must be taught a lesson!"

"But didn't you just come here a few days ago?"

The deputy leader picked up the pen and drew another sound transmission note.

"Deputy Sect Leader, you don't know that Qin Lang is really shameless. He actually...actually spread the news that I took his ancestral golden hairpin!"

"What kind of golden hairpin is this? It's just a copper wire wrapped around it. He thinks he can defame someone with it. Please help me, Sect Master!"

"What! He actually did such a shameless thing! How could such a villain be accepted as an inner disciple? Xiaohe, you go ahead and just say that I gave you instructions. The Discipline Department won't be able to say anything then!"

Seeing that he had finally achieved his goal, Sheng He felt relieved all over. He replied "Yes!" and hurried to find Qin Lang.

"well!"

Looking at Sheng He's back as he hurriedly ran out, the deputy sect leader shook his head helplessly, and then quickly took out the sound transmission talisman and teleportation talisman he had just drawn to contact his silly nephew.