At the foot of the quiet Jiulong Mountain, a small village is hidden in the green woods. The courtyard is clean and elegant. The front yard is a large open space with some flowers and trees planted on both sides. There is a hall in the center, with a total of seven or eight rooms on both sides. The backyard is a five-foot-square martial arts training ground.

In the martial arts training ground, there was a very handsome boy practicing martial arts at this time. He was quick and cunning in his moves, and his movements were flexible and escaping. There were three women watching next to him, and those three were all secular women, and The one in the middle is twenty-eight years old. Her white clothes are fluttering slightly in the wind, and her face is extremely beautiful. She is from Jiulong Mountain, Xuannv Temple, and is known as "Jiulong Goddess" Jiang Si Jiang Xiyuan. Her martial arts has reached the state of perfection. The boy who practices the martial arts is her. The only disciple is named Shangguan Yulong, the son of Shangguan Dao, the lord of Jiuxing Dragon City. Within a few months, he has become a young man. The two little girls are maids, one is named Qingsi and the other is named Luzhu, both of them are tall. It's so charming and charming.

At that time, his movements were getting faster and faster, and suddenly he turned around, yelled "Ouch", and fell to the ground, as if he had sprained his foot. Jiang Xiyuan hurriedly rushed over, supported him, and asked with concern: " What's wrong? Where is the sprain?" "It hurts here." Shangguan Yulong held his calf with both hands, a look of pain on his face.

As soon as Shangguan Yulong's body touched the ground, his soul woke up. He felt no pain in his whole body. He thought that his master cared for him and used skillful force when he struck. Feeling aggrieved, he cried out pitifully: "Ouch! Ouch! It hurts me to death, why did master beat me?"

Jiang Xiyuan stretched out her hand to straighten the hair on her forehead, and said shyly and angrily: "Who told you to touch Master?" Then his face turned serious: "Next time you dare to be rude, I will strike harder."

"No matter how hard Master hits me, I still like it." Shangguan Yulong said with a playful smile.

Jiang Xiyuan was unable to do anything to him. He glared and ordered: "Qingsi Luzhu, please urge Shangguan to practice dragon control and don't let him be lazy." After saying that, he walked away.

Jiang Xiyuan started Qinggong, and his figure was as light and ethereal as a breeze passing through the trees on both sides. The breeze blew on his face, and he felt his cheeks were slightly hot. Qingsi's voice floated faintly in the wind: "Okay, okay, young master, stop thinking so wildly." , the lady is no better than our maid, so please stop trying to influence her, or if she offends her and drives you out of the door, you will be in trouble." She was even more upset, but her movements were faster, Unconsciously, I ran to a mountain stream.

She knelt down to wash her face, and the clear stream flowed by, reflecting a unique face. The cool stream water splashed on her face, and her mood slowly calmed down.

"Shangguan has grown up, I can no longer treat him as a child." Jiang Xiyuan walked along the stream, thinking, "The little devil is getting more and more unruly, always doing things without rules. There are no rules, even the master dares to be frivolous! Alas! Shangguan Yulong has always been very obedient and pure, how could he have such thoughts?" She was full of doubts and decided to question Qingsi Luzhu tonight. .

She walked towards the top of the mountain and flew away to Xuannv Temple. After stepping on dozens of steps, the flat ground in front of Xuannv Temple was filled with mountain flowers and the fragrance was fragrant.

In the Xuannv Temple, some of the dozen female disciples were practicing swordsmanship and some were cleaning the courtyard. When they saw Jiang Xiyuan, the female disciples all bowed respectfully. These female disciples were all her senior disciples. Jiang Xiyuan was still young. Therefore, he did not teach students publicly.

Jiang Xiyuan nodded, and after giving some instructions to the female disciples on swordsmanship, she stepped into the room and sat cross-legged to meditate. She practiced Xuanmen's authentic internal skills. When meditating, she was particular about discarding distracting thoughts and keeping her mind calm. However, at this moment, her heart was surging with all kinds of thoughts.

Scenes came one after another, flashing through her mind. She sighed, stood up and looked back. She was too worried about Shangguan Yulong. If this matter was not decided for a day, it would be difficult to calm down and practice.

Looking back at the courtyard, the mountain wind whipped the dense bamboo forest, making a "swishing" sound. The air was filled with the fresh scent of flowers and vegetation. Jiang Xiyuan took a deep breath, and the turbid air in his chest disappeared, feeling relaxed and happy.

The roads at the foot of Jiulong Mountain were too bumpy. Yu Xizi thought he had a good sense of direction, so they had to take the rugged path. The two walked together, but when Yu Xizi looked back, Wu Changkong had disappeared.

That night, Jiang Xiyuan saw the bright moon in the sky and the sky full of stars, so he came to the small pavilion halfway up the mountain for tourists to rest. The mid-autumn night was blowing with wind, and there was a cool feeling around him. There was no one around him.

Jiang Xiyuan used her inner strength, slightly opened her red lips, twisted her voice into a straight line, and sent it to the small village courtyard five miles away.

She uses the superior internal skill of "transmitting sound into secrets". When the skill is high, it can be transmitted far away. She can transmit it five miles away. The skill is so high that it is astonishing to the world.

A petite and exquisite figure floated in the night wind, and came to the pavilion in a moment. She was dressed in light blue clothes, and it was Qing Si.

"What are your orders, young lady?" Qing Si said respectfully. She saw the young lady frowning slightly, looking worried.

"Qingsi, I have something urgent to ask you. You must answer honestly and don't hide anything." Jiang Xiyuan sat down on the long and smooth stone bench and patted the seat next to him: "Sit down too.

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"Yes, miss." Qingsi sat down a little uneasily. The miss's expression was solemn tonight, which was very different from before.
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