I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 35 What kind of car do you have?

"woke up?"

When Lin Jiaolu opened his eyes in a daze, he heard this greeting.

She uttered a soft "hmm" and subconsciously said, "Feixue, help me up, my right hand seems to be numb from being pressed."

Then there was a 'pop' sound, and a branch fell on her arm.

Suddenly, a sour and numb feeling came over her, instantly dispelling her drowsiness. She immediately sat up with a start.

Lin Jiaolu was about to get angry, but after focusing her eyes, she realized that the surrounding scene did not seem to be the warm room in her dream, and the person in front of her was not her maid Feixue, but a young man with premature gray hair.

"You are, Mr. Bai..."

She covered her right hand, and as she regained consciousness, scenes of what happened yesterday came to her mind.

"Wash up when you wake up." Bai Xuan pointed outside: "It's dawn, time to go."

Lin Jiaolu covered his face with his hands and walked to the well nearby with a water bag. The cold water splashed on his cheeks. The sudden chill stimulated the nerves on his face and caused the capillaries to contract.

I'm a little more sober now.

What happened last night is still fresh in my mind, and I still remember how I lost control of my emotions last night.

The only thing I don’t know is how I fell asleep yesterday, but the back of my head feels a little heavy.

She quietly turned her head to look at the white-haired young man standing beside the carriage, who was putting the reins on the old horse... Apart from knowing that he was related to the Ningguo Mansion, she knew nothing else. It was not that she doubted his identity, but as a virgin, she actually spent a night in a deserted temple with a stranger of the same age without any precautions.

Although nothing actually happened, I still felt a little different.

Yesterday she had no time to think about it and didn't think about it at all. Today, when she came to her senses, she couldn't help pinching her thigh and blamed herself in her heart for not being more careful. If it got out, there would be no shortage of rumors in the world.

If Bai Xuan knew about this thought, he would probably shake his head and call her "pretentious" or "shrewd".

But Lin Jiaolu is only sixteen years old and has strict family education, so it is inevitable that she has these little girl's thoughts. It is difficult for a child who grows up under care to be careless because there are no major events in life that they can worry about.

In the mountain temple, Bai Xuan was dancing with a sword while holding Jiang Chengzi.

It is not sword practice, but sword dancing. The former is to allow the body to form muscle memory and requires concentration; while the latter is a free-spirited display.

Bai Xuan had already passed the stage where he needed to practice sword skills. The reason he was dancing with the sword was to warm up.

After sitting in meditation for a whole night to adjust my spirit, I am now guiding my qi and blood through warm-up.

Lin Jiaolu took a few glances at the sword dancing movements and felt that they were very ordinary, not fast, and not very lethal. They looked like a dance performed for performances.

There are many kinds of superb sword techniques in Huaping Villa. She herself has a profound family background and has dabbled in many martial arts, so she just thinks this sword dance is beautiful.

The little deer in the forest thought: I saved my life yesterday. I wonder if I can repay the favor by teaching him a set of sword skills now?
Just as she was thinking this, she walked forward, and as soon as she stepped into the courtyard, her expression changed instantly.

I was just looking from inside the door, and now I’m looking from outside.

The same sword dance, but the feeling of "beauty" is completely different.

That was definitely not a sword dance just for show. Although the speed was not fast, each move was carried out in strict accordance with the command, and not a single bit of unnecessary force was released.

The sword cut across and swept across the ivy on the wall, but only caused the green vine to sway slightly, without leaving the slightest scar; but the next sword turned around and collided with the scattered leaves in the air, instantly splitting the fallen leaves in two.

Lin Jiaolu widened her eyes. She had seen the Grandmaster practicing with the sword before, and even watched her father practice with the spear. But even the Grandmaster's swordsmanship had never given her such a strong feeling... She only felt that she could see an extreme degree of restraint and release in this sword.

She couldn't understand the details, but was deeply shocked.

Hey!
Bai Xuan stopped dancing with his sword, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and calmed the restless energy and blood in his body.

It has been adjusted to about 60% of the familiar feel, which should be enough at this stage.

Even if it were a few more percent, without the support of cultivation, it would not lead to qualitative change.

This acquired sword body is quite useful.

That is, don't look at who developed it.

Everyone knows that I am the Idea King of the True Cultivation World.

The young man sheathed his sword.

Lin Jiaolu's gaze also fell on the sword at this moment, and he blurted out, "Jiang Chengzi?"

"Oh? You recognize it?"

"We have its portrait at home... So you're Jiang Baichuan's direct disciple." Lin Jiaolu suddenly realized, "No wonder you're so outstanding."

Bai Xuan was already immune to praise and remained calm: "It's already dawn. Are you ready? We should go down the mountain."

Lin Jiaolu's expression became serious: "Okay!"

She knew that the journey would not be easy.

……

The carriage moved forward without any tracks, moving slowly and steadily along the way.

The pony didn't throw a tantrum this time. It seemed to sense some danger, and its hooves put a little more strength along the way.

On the way, Bai Xuan asked directly: "Where are you going to get help after you get out?"

"Call someone?" Lin Jiaolu didn't understand.

"We need to seek external help." Bai Xuan said, "You alone cannot annihilate the demons in this Sorrow Cloud Mountain."

The deer thought for a moment and said, "I plan to go home first."

"Langya Lin Clan?" "Hmm..."

Sure enough, my first reaction was to go back and call my parents if I couldn’t beat them.

Bai Xuan glanced at it.

Yes, it is not necessarily a bad thing for a sixteen-year-old girl to rely on her parents, so that she won’t lose her life in a fit of anger.

"It's good that you know it." Bai Xuan said.

Lin Jiaolu found this a bit strange, so she asked quietly, "Aren't you going to come with me?"

"Why should I ask you to come with me?" Bai Xuan asked back: "You have a home to return to, and I have things to do."

Xiaolu said weakly, "You, you saved my life. As a person, you should be grateful and repay your kindness. I am a daughter of the Lin family. How can I let my benefactor go like this?"

"I think you want me to be your bodyguard on the road." Bai Xuan said bluntly.

Lin Jiaolu immediately said, "I still have the ability to protect myself."

"In other words, apart from protecting yourself, you don't even have the basic ability to make a living."

Bai Xuan said mercilessly, "It's a long journey to Langya. Are you sure you can travel such a long distance by yourself without any accidents?"

"I..." The little deer couldn't refute and grabbed the corner of his clothes dejectedly.

After a few seconds, she gave up arguing and asked shamelessly with a hint of pity: "After we get out of the mountain, can't you please take me back?"

"No." Bai Xuan shook his head decisively: "The most I can do is find an escort agency for you and send you on a human escort mission."

"I don't trust the people from the escort agency." Lin Jiaolu said anxiously.

"Then can you trust me?"

"I..." Lin Jiaolu pinched the corner of her clothes, "I don't think the young master is a bad person. He saved my life and behaved like a gentleman last night by not touching me."

...No, I still got hit (pointing to the club on the back of the head)
"It's easier to paint the skin of an orange than its bones." Bai Xuan said calmly.

"Isn't it a tiger painting?"

"Fat Tiger is also orange."

Lin Jiaolu asked, "Does the young master think he is a bad person?"

The deer quietly looked at the boy's calm expression, which exuded a transcendent temperament. The more he looked, the more he couldn't take his eyes off him. After several seconds, he realized that he had been rude by staring for too long and looked away with a red face.

"Not really. To be modest... I'm a humble and kind person, at worst a neutral good."

Bai Xuan spoke to himself, "I believe my moral standards are far above the average in this world... Of course, this is also the result of both material life and spiritual development. I'm grateful that I wasn't born into a family struggling on the poverty line, and I received a complete education, which is why I have the luxury of maintaining a kind character. After all, kindness is a moral quality that is never cheap."

After saying that, he glanced at the sixteen-year-old girl and changed the subject.

"But even someone as virtuous as me wouldn't put down what I'm doing just to send you home... Sending someone home is all about fate. Even a top-tier business scam like the Wise Wolf's Return is just a free ride at the beginning."

"So, is there something you have to do?" Lin Jiaolu understood again, thinking that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

Bai Xuan explained without comment.

"You've seen the coffin on the cart. I'm going to carry the coffin for the shopkeeper and have him buried in his hometown."

"There are many people who want to destroy the shopkeeper. I have too many troubles myself."

"If I bring you along, it will only cause more trouble and make the situation more complicated."

Lin Jiaolu turned around and glanced at the coffin in the carriage.

It turned out that the body lying inside was Jiang Baichuan, and he was going to the capital.

She changed her mind and said, "What if I go back to the capital with you?"

Bai Xuan glanced at Lin Jiaolu and said unhappily, "That's great, maybe we can get into the same pit together."

The implication was that he disliked her as a burden who would bring death to both of them.

But when Lin's little deer heard this, her face turned red.

Part of it is anger, and the other part is shame.

She found that her first reaction when she heard the word "buried together" was suicide for love and joint burial of husband and wife.

Just when I was getting angry at myself for having wild thoughts, I suddenly heard the pony let out a long sigh and abruptly stopped riding.

At this time, the white fog in the mountains was thick, and at the fork in the remote and rugged mountain road ahead, there was suddenly a touch of bright red.

Hot knowledge: In heavy fog, the yellow spectrum is the most penetrating, so most car lights are yellow.

The red car beside the mountain road below also has large yellow headlights, so it is particularly eye-catching and penetrating.

So even though Bai Xuan was more than ten steps away, he couldn't see the face of the woman in red clearly, but he saw the woman's enchanting figure at the first moment.

"Young Master, what kind of car are you riding in?"

A woman standing by the mountain road raised her white hands in the white mist, waving her red sleeves.

A holy lady of the Spiritual Sect dressed in red came slowly, her figure swaying in the white mist, just like a blooming red lotus in the mist, vivid and eye-catching.

"I'm lost in the mountains. Could you give me a ride?"

(End of this chapter)