Abandoned Daughter Begins to Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 811 The First Encounter
With just a brief glance, Xia Chuxue recognized these two people. They were the two people who competed with her for the Heart-Protecting Bronze Mirror in Duobao Pavilion half a year ago.

The woman named Wan'er was not as sarcastic as when she was fighting for things with her. She was cute, warm and familiar in front of Mo Yunshang, with a hint of carefulness to please her.

On the other hand, Mo Yunshang's expression was always indifferent, and the smile on his face was cold and distant.

Also, Mo Yunshang is the eldest daughter of the Mo family. Although the opposite Wan'er is also from a big family, for the giant Mo family, they are just a family that is stronger than ants. There is no need to greet her with a smile.

What's more, they are not familiar with each other.

Let alone Wan'er, even the unpopular prince Yu Beilian beside him was not qualified enough to talk to Mo Yunshang.

"I heard that Sister Mo's fourth brother is getting married. Are you here to pick out gifts today? I can give you whatever gift you want."

While talking, she warmly pulled Mo Yunshang into Baibaoge, completely ignoring Xia Chuxue beside her.

Xia Chuxue's appearance at this moment is the absolute center of attention no matter where she stands. However, Wan'er has not even looked at her, which is enough to show the arrogance in her heart.

Or maybe it was purely jealousy. She could clearly feel Yu Beilian's coveting for the beautiful woman next to her, and thought that pulling Mo Yunshang would isolate her.

Before Mo Yunshang could say anything, he pulled her directly towards Duobao Pavilion.

He still didn’t forget to return and shout: “Brother Lian, come in!”

She looked so innocent that day, like a young girl who didn't know much about the world.

Xia Chuxue smiled and shook her head, as if she didn't even bother to care about such a trick.

Occasionally encountering Yu Beilian's obsessed eyes, Xia Chuxue's eyebrows showed a little impatience.

Walking through the first floor and coming directly to the second floor, the counter is full of dazzling displays, with countless rare and exotic treasures, each worth at least several thousand spiritual stones.

"Xiaoxue, is there anything you like?" Mo Yunshang stopped at the counter where the treasures were placed. The shapes inside were very exquisite, and the shapes were all in the large styles that women like.

Xia Chuxue just glanced briefly and turned her head. Not to mention that these were low-grade treasures and she had no use for them. Moreover, their appearance was very different from the modern handicrafts sold in her Baicao Building.

"Don't you like it? This hairpin is so beautiful!"

"You like the decorations?"

Seeing her calm gaze, Mo Yunshang pretended to be angry and pouted.

"Why don't you even like this? These are our girls' favorite things!"

"Give you!"

Xia Chuxue took out a hairpin from the storage ring. It was made entirely of jasper and was crystal clear.

Mo Yunshang's eyes lit up: "What a beautiful hairpin, my God, the material is actually a psychic jade."

When you touch it in your hand, it's round and smooth, and you can't put it down.

"This is a middle-grade treasure, just right for use!"

As soon as the spiritual jade came out, the monks on the scene looked sideways and wanted to buy it. However, seeing that these people were dressed in extraordinary clothes, they did not dare to go forward and inquire.

At this time, a scantily clad woman finally couldn't help it, walked over with her waist twisted, and said with a smile

"Hey, where did this little lady come from? She looks like a fairy, and even the things she brings out are extraordinary! I wonder if there are any more? I want to buy one too!"

As soon as the female cultivator came closer, a strong fragrance hit her face, and Mo Yunshang couldn't help but sneeze.

The female cultivator was not annoyed and looked at Xia Chuxue's calculation with a flash of eyes.

"If you want, you can go to Baicao Hall in the north of the city and have a look." When the female cultivator heard about the shop in the north of the city, disdain flashed across her bright eyes.

That place is where some casual cultivators and monks with no background go. Where did she get her status?
Just when I was about to say something, I saw a female cultivator dressed in black coming in from the corner of the second floor. Her beautiful face was as cold as ice, and there was a hint of evil spirit. Her cultivation was bottomless, and she didn't look good at first glance. With.

As soon as the female cultivator in black came in, she saw Xia Chuxue in the crowd. A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. Even if she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't help but reveal her bloodthirsty and crazy killing intent.

At the same time, Xia Chuxue suddenly felt a dangerous gaze locked on her. This gaze seemed to contain unforgettable hatred. This gaze burned his spine.

Who could it be?She turned back subconsciously.

When he locked eyes on the female cultivator in black, his eyes narrowed, but it wasn't obvious on the surface, but his heart was already in a state of turmoil.

is her!

With a squeeze of his right hand, the Qiushui Sword instantly appeared in his hand, as if he could feel the master's mood. The sword's body shone with cold light and made a harsh buzzing sound.

The female cultivator in black raised a sarcastic smile, walked past Xia Chuxue as if no one else was around, and went directly to the third floor.

Mo Yunshang couldn't figure it out, so she stepped forward and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

She keenly noticed that her body was trembling, and a touch of sadness, hatred and endless meaning flashed through her.

How come you have such a weathered expression?Mo Yunshang thought she had seen it wrong, and took another look. Xia Chuxue had already returned to her original cold appearance.

Thousands of waves were rolling in my heart, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Is it her?
A monk's appearance can change, but there is only one soul. That feeling... is unmistakable.

She's here, so... where is he?
Thinking of a recent rumor, the Chiyun Sect was destroyed once, and it was a master who appeared out of thin air. His clothes were as red as blood, his face was like a god, and there was a looming lightning between his eyebrows.

"Hiss!" Xia Chuxue thought of something and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

His hands were shaking even more.

"not comfortable?"

"I still have something to do, let's go first!" He left Mo Yunshang and turned around to leave.

On the third floor, with the female cultivator in black as the center, stood four decrepit old men, each of them exuding a hazy aura, with a glint in their eyes, as if they were plotting something.

He found that the female cultivator in black turned her head and stared under the window with a heavy face and said nothing. The four old men looked at each other in silence and said nothing.

Finally, the old man in red, who had the highest level of cultivation, spoke.
"Phantom Fairy? Phantom Fairy?"

"Ok?"

Until the white figure downstairs disappeared, the phantom could no longer look back, looking unkind.

The old men seemed to have become accustomed to the Phantom's moodiness, and they quickly nodded and bowed: "Fairy, what do you think of our plan?"

Phantom nodded expressionlessly, with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, nodded, and then disappeared directly from the spot.

Hua Lei, we meet again, I hope you can accept the gift from me...

Xia Chuxue, who returned to Mo's house, sat in a daze in the pavilion next to the lotus pond in the yard. Autumn had already entered, and most of the lotus leaves were withered and yellow, and the lotus flowers withered, revealing full lotus pods. When the wind blew, it gave off a sense of desolation.

Xia Chuxue was lost in thought with a tea cup in her hand. She was angry, worried, angry, and hateful... with various expressions.

(End of this chapter)