The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

At that moment, Zhang Xiaoying felt that her and Yan Rouwan's careful selection throughout the afternoon was meaningful.

The girl in the reflection on the river has fair skin and gentle eyes. Even when she and Sang Zhe are on the same boat, they look like a perfect match, and anyone who sees them would think they are a loving couple.

Zhang Xiaoying was also a little surprised.

It turns out that I can dress so beautifully.

Looking at the girl in the reflection, she always unconsciously recalled herself when she was still in Shuiyue Xianmen.

At that time, I always wore the same Taoist robes of my sect. I would wash them when they got dirty and change them when I washed them.

She didn’t know how to use makeup, and she didn’t know how the sisters around her could simply apply it on their faces to cover up minor blemishes without leaving a trace.

At that time, I was like an ugly duckling who didn't fit in. My roommates all liked to have night talks in the boudoir, excitedly discussing which senior brother was handsome and which junior brother had a pair of charming eyes. I fantasized whether the cool senior brother from the Lingxuan Hall next door would fall in love with me, and which handsome and shy junior brother would ask me out in the middle of the night with a blushing face to confess his love.

She just wrapped herself in a quilt and read some girlish novels by candlelight.

But in those romantic stories, she never imagined that she would be the protagonist.

Zhang Xiaoying knew that she was an ugly duckling.

She was an ordinary girl who was thrown among a group of female disciples and took a long time to find.

She also knew that the girl who didn't know how to put on makeup, braid her hair, or wear clothes, could only repeat the same route every day from morning class to retreat and back to the dormitory.

And on that route, you won't encounter the handsome and elegant swordsman in white as described in the vernacular novels.

You will just pass by some ordinary boy who is equally unknown.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoying looked at Sang Zhe a few more times.

It seemed that Sang Zhe had taken special care of his appearance for today.

He changed into a set of elegant and refreshing clothes, combed his hair carefully, and even borrowed a jade pendant from somewhere and put it around his waist.

Normally, he doesn't like to wear these pedantic and pedantic things. He even said that it's like a nouveau riche wearing a gold chain.

But this time, he deliberately dressed like some of the popular pretty boys in Zanghong Pavilion and also groomed himself.

In fact, it doesn't quite fit in. It even looks a little funny.

But Zhang Xiaoying knew.

Even if he is wearing ordinary clothes, he is still handsome and good-looking.

"Xiaoying, look, the travel guide says that now is the best time to go there, the flowers are in full bloom all over the mountain..."

Along the way, he kept introducing the itinerary to me excitedly, as if this trip had been carefully planned for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoying actually doesn’t care whether the camellia flowers are in full bloom on the hillside.

【Qianxun】4㈤5⑤㈤

She didn't believe that at that time, her eyes would be willing to leave Sang Zhe's face for even a moment.

I just listened to him quietly until the end. He suddenly looked a little embarrassed, coughed dryly, and said after a long pause:

Qianxun5⑤㈢○○

"That... Xiaoying."

"Then let's stay in the mountains for a night."

"I've prepared something I want you to see."

"Could it be...what?" Zhang Xiaoying asked.

Sang Zhe stopped talking again.

I don’t know if he was keeping it a secret on purpose or if he simply couldn’t say it.

In the end, he just brushed it off in a perfunctory manner: "Well, you'll know when the time comes."

Zhang Xiaoying blinked at him quietly.

She didn't seem to have ever hoped for anything happier.

Or maybe in my short life, I will never find a happier day than today.

But it’s hard to say.

Maybe...it will be tomorrow.

67. The Morning Sky River in His Eyes

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The camellia flowers on Pengxu Mountain are more beautiful than I imagined.

However, most of the flowers with brighter colors have faded, but some light white stamens are still dotted all over the hilltop.

The same color as Zhang Xiaoying’s skirt.

After getting off the boat and having a simple meal in the town, Sang Zhe hurriedly took Zhang Xiaoying up the mountain.

Zhang Xiaoying didn't know why he did this, and he seemed to be secretive all the way, as if he was secretly planning something behind her back.

She didn't ask.

Sang Zhe didn't seem to be in a hurry to speak.

After all, it is the peak flowering season. When going up the mountain, you can occasionally meet some tourists.

But most of them go down the mountain, after all, the mountain breeze is cold at night and there is nowhere to stay overnight.

It is rare to see people like Sang Zhe and Zhang Xiaoying going against the flow of people.

There were also tourists passing by who would look at them strangely when they saw them going up the mountain in the evening.

Whenever this time.

Sang Zhe would always hold Zhang Xiaoying's hand tightly.

Zhang Xiaoying would also wonder, Sang Zhe looked thin, so why did he hold her hand so tightly.

Hold it tightly so it won't be separated.

However, even though the two were in a hurry, when they reached the flower garden on the top of the mountain, the stars were already bright in the distance in the night sky.

From the hillside, you can vaguely see the foot of the mountain, and the lights of the town are hazy into soft balls of light.

"call……"

Sang Zhe finally arrived at his destination and breathed a sigh of relief.

He took Zhang Xiaoying to a tree on the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain and asked her to wait there while he went to talk to his father-in-law who had contracted the flower garden on the top of the mountain.

Zhang Xiaoying nodded quietly.

The location of this tree seems to be carefully chosen. You don't have to look far away, just look down and you can see the lights of thousands of houses below the mountain.

Just look up and you can see the sky full of stars.

The mountain breeze at night seemed to be chilly, causing Zhang Xiaoying to shrink her body.

She suddenly remembered that there was also such a secluded cliff outside the Qingning Palace of the Shuiyue Immortal Sect.

Occasionally, when my fellow sisters in the same dormitory went out to meet the male disciples they liked, I would sit alone on the lawn in front of the cliff.

I looked up blankly, gazing at the pure night sky above the fairy mountain.

At that time, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Zhang Xiaoying felt that she might not know what loneliness or fragility meant. When she was occasionally blown by the mountain wind and felt a little cold, a thought suddenly popped up in her mind. If the sisters in the dormitory felt cold, would their lovers put on clothes for them?

Will you sit with them in front of the cliff and look at the sky foolishly?

Would it be less cold if there was someone to look at the sky with me?

Zhang Xiaoying didn't get an answer at that age.

Instead, she got used to spending nights alone, hiding in her own world and quietly wasting time.

If you are used to the cold, don't go out. Turn off the lights and go to bed early.

To this day, Zhang Xiaoying still feels that she is still that taciturn, clumsy and rustic ugly duckling girl at heart.

That little girl has never changed, she is still sitting alone on the cliff in front of Qingning Temple in my memory. If I just stretch out my hand, I can touch her gently trembling shoulders.

But Zhang Xiaoying felt that she was a bit pitiful.

Because she would have to sit alone like this for a long time.

As she sat down, her body became taller and greener, and gradually turned into a petite girl.

The topic of conversation among the fellow sisters sitting around changed from which disciple was the most handsome to which man slept most comfortably.

Sit until the end of the training and go out with the master for training.

Then he was affected by the dazzling magic, his internal organs were damaged and his consciousness became blurred. He fell to the ground like a dying duck, silently watching his fellow disciples leave.

Even now, Zhang Xiaoying can still remember it clearly.

I was lying on the cold ground, my whole body was in pain and my mouth was full of the taste of blood.

She looked at those so-called sisters in the sect who had at least pretended to be friendly and smiled at her in the past, and now they fled away without even a moment's hesitation.

She wasn't thinking of hatred, sadness, or grief at the time.

She just felt a little lonely and regretful.

It seemed that even the way I died looked just like the ugly duckling in my memory.

No one cared about him, he was lying alone on the roadside.

The people of the Immortal Sect forgot about me. The people of the Demon Sect didn't notice me either.

Died quietly and silently.

……

"Aren't you cold?" I suddenly felt warmth on my shoulders.

Zhang Xiaoying raised her eyes and saw the coat that Sang Zhe was holding. She couldn't help but whispered, "I'm not cold."

"Don't call yourself a slave when you are alone."

He smiled foolishly: "It always feels... weird."

Zhang Xiaoying looked at Sang Zhe.

She remembered that she was in the same situation at that time, vaguely hearing a warm voice in the blur.

——Um, can I take her back?

——But she is dying and can’t be saved. You can judge her however you want.

——It’s okay. I want to try.

Zhang Xiaoying couldn't hear the voice clearly.

I just felt a vague warmth, like sniffing the grass baked by the sun.

But she remembered the voice carefully.

Fortunately, the first words she heard after she woke up were also from this voice.

——Girl, are you okay?

……

"Are you okay?" Sang Zhe looked at the dazed Zhang Xiaoying with some concern.

Zhang Xiaoying nodded.

"Master...what are you doing?"

"Ahem." Sang Zhe suddenly coughed awkwardly, "Well, go say hello."

"Now, this hilltop is under our control until tomorrow morning."

"This beautiful sea of ​​flowers belongs only to the two of us tonight."

He pointed at the camellia bed in front of him with a smug look on his face, as if he was showing off to a child who had gotten high marks in a test.

"Does it look good?"

Zhang Xiaoying looked at the light white camellia flowers swaying in the mountain breeze.