Ningning hugged in Pei Ji's outer shirt, followed him step by step onto the flying boat, and sat obediently in a secluded corner, as quiet as a chicken.

When they came before, Zheng Weiqi sat beside her. Now the two of them tried separately and couldn't see each other. In addition, Ningning blushed so hard that no one wanted to see her. After sitting down, she gently pulled Pei Ji's sleeve: "Pei Ji, can you just sit next to me?"

He pursed his lips, although he had a expressionless face, but there was no expression of impatient or refusal in his eyes. He said "um" softly after a very brief silence.

Actually, Pei Ji was a little unhappy.

When Ningning said he wanted to go to He Zhizhou alone, he felt something blocked in his chest, pressing heavily on it, making him feel depressed and annoyed, and almost blurted out and told her: Don’t always stay with Senior Brother He alone.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he was amused to laugh secretly.

Not to mention that he is not close to Ningning, he has no identity or reason to point fingers at her, just about himself—

Pei Ji thought that no matter how good Ningning and He Zhizhou had a relationship, they had nothing to do with him. She would get close to whoever she wanted, and why should he keep caring about it?

...But I was still a little unhappy for some reason.

Even when he helped Qiao Yan escort the dying demon clan out of the secret realm, his face was terrifyingly cold, which scared a demon cultivator to tremble all over. He asked on the spot: "If you want to draw your sword, can I die cleanly?"

Later, when I saw her and He Zhizhou competing for each other in Xuan Jing, they were the same.

Although Ningning felt that she had no shame in seeing others, Pei Ji did not think that was such a shameful behavior. When he looked at the picture in the mysterious mirror, a small, timid thought sprouted quietly in his heart.

Ningning was always so vivid when he was with He Zhizhou. Senior Brother He could accompany her to laugh and play, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

He was too bored and had a bad temper, because he lived in beatings and scolding and swords since childhood, and he didn't know how to make others happy. It would be a blessing not to develop a violent killing and murderous character.

He is always silent like a background. Only when he kills and sees blood can he rely on swordsmanship and ruthlessness to gain a sense of existence. The rest of the time--

Thinking of this, Pei Ji couldn't help feeling upset again.

Ningning would not care whether he could make her happy, but he secretly struggled for so long. In her heart, this young junior brother who was not very familiar must be no different from anyone else.

“Huhu.”

Chengying felt his thought and said to the point of being sharp: "So, in your heart, is she very different from others?"

Pei Ji:...

Pei Ji responded dryly: "You're thinking too much."

"I think she treats you very well. Do you still remember the three words Ningning said before?"

It chuckled and pinched its throat and said, "Pei Jiji~ You heard this name at that time, but your heartbeat was much faster. When should I call her 'Ningning' try? Don't always be 'senior sister'~"

Pei Ji didn't say anything and pursed his lips quietly.

Even if he is unhappy, he will not deliberately show it to make others upset, but will instead keep all his emotions in his heart.

Ning Ning beside him was already restless, so he naturally didn't notice what he was thinking. He kept silent in his shirt for a while, and suddenly looked up at him.

Her eyes were beautiful, round and dark like two grapes, reflecting a light stream of light under the light. Especially now, her long hair was rubbed by her outer shirt, wandering scattered on her fair face, and her nose and side face still had a peach-like pink color. When she looked at him directly-

Pei Ji held the sword's fingers tightened quietly and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

"You," she hesitated, her voice was small, and she quickly lowered her eyes: "Have you seen what happened to He Zhizhou and others in the mirror?"

The answer to this question should be "has" or "no".

But Pei Ji asked her back: "Did I see it? Is it very important?"

Even he didn't expect that he would subconsciously say this, and he was stunned at the same time as the little girl beside him.

This is not like a question Pei Ji would ask. He has always been bored with unnecessary things and never dragged on it. Ning Ning was surprised because of this sentence.

——Is it very important?

It seems, it seems, is really a little more important.

She was inexplicably concerned about this.

It was not until Pei Ji asked about it that she finally realized that when she left the secret realm and in front of so many people, what she thought was not "bad, social death", but "bad, she would not be seen by Pei Ji."

Ningning didn't say anything.

After a while, I wrapped myself tightly with my outer shirt and retracted back into the corner like before.

Pei Ji couldn't see her expression, but could only hear the voice belonging to Ningning, and said softly with some hesitation: "...well."

Pei Ji never thought he would get such an answer.

He didn't care about any pain or humiliation, but his heart fell heavily because of this short word.

"If you don't see it, I'll be happier."

Ning Ning looked like a round hamster, her head was wrapped in her outer shirt, and she swayed from time to time. After a pause, she quickly added in panic: "Actually, I don't care much...! But, um, I want to know a little."

Pei Ji suddenly wanted to laugh.

The depression in his heart somehow disappeared at this moment. He lowered his eyes and sat on the chair, leaning his head to glance at her cramped in a ball, his tone was unreasonable: "No."

"real?!"

Ning Ning immediately poked her head out of her shirt when she heard this, with a smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. The corners of her mouth were even more happy, as if she felt something was wrong, she frowned again: "You are not lying to me, are you?"

Pei Ji's expression remained unchanged: "No."

She then had peace of mind and continued with a smile: "Then don't ask others what happened in the secret realm today!"

Pei Ji: "Okay."

Ning Ning was so satisfied that she thought for a while, and then told him seriously: "Actually, nothing happened to us, it was just a fight... Do you understand the ultimate showdown between sword cultivators? But you also know that I don't have enough spiritual power, so I feel a little embarrassed."

Chengying said a few times.

Judging from this girl's expression, she didn't look like she said "I don't care much".

*

The beginning and end of the trial conference were both in the middle of the night, and the spirit foxes and demon cultivators were taken to the attic where the elders gathered, waiting for further discussion and decision-making.

The disciples who passed the trial were very tired and went back to the inn early to rest and wait for the ranking results to be announced in one day.

Ningning slept until the afternoon of the next day. To celebrate the passing of the first round of trials by Tianxianzi, everyone decided to go to the famous Tianxiang Tower to celebrate.

Tianxianglou is famous for its gathering in the north and south, with a wide variety of dishes, especially its winemaking craftsmanship. It is the leading restaurant in Luancheng.

The group was arranged in the private room on the third floor. Zheng Weiqi felt refreshed after passing the trial and took advantage of the gap to go upstairs and kept saying: "This is much more comfortable than the academic court literary test! How good is it to fight and kill! Carrying a sword is just a fight. What is the right thing to recite poems?"

These remarks were shocking. Ning Ning smiled softly when she heard this. Thinking of her previous promise to Pei Ji, she immediately said, "I'll treat you today."

"No, no! How can Ningning get this money? It must be my senior brother!"

When He Zhizhou thought of having delicious food, he grinned and said silly: "There is still a little left in the private money I earned in the Futu Tower last time. I will thank Uncle Tianxian for his long-term care. I have invited this meal."

Although Tian Xianzi is poor, he has the status of a master at least. This is just a meal. If you ask the little disciple to treat you, you will always feel a little embarrassed.

So the poorest elder of the Quanxuanxu Sect smiled and shook his head and said loudly: "The trial has just ended, so it is me, the elder, who is here to reward you. No need to say too much, I will take this meal!"

"How can this work!"

As one of the poorest disciples of the Quanxuanxu Sect, He Zhizhou was also unconscious of his assets and quickly took out his wallet from his arms: "I'll come and I'll do it! We won't be drunk tonight!"

Either you don’t invite guests from the beginning, or you just stick to the end and pay the accounts. If you retreat halfway, you always feel that you are slightly inferior to the other party, which makes you feel uncomfortable.

Tian Xianzi thought to himself that this was not true, so he quickly took a small cloth bag from the storage bag and pressed He Zhizhou's hands down: "Uncle Master finally took you out, don't be stubborn!"

The two poor people had an extraordinary desire to win at the same time. While walking up the restaurant, they took out their wallets and pushed them around without wanting to be outdone. They were like dancing two people. Their bodies were swaying left and right, and the wallets in their hands were dancing up and down.

Ning Ning followed them, and was guessing with Zheng Weiqi who would take the order tonight. Half of it, his voice almost choked in his throat.

Their small pavilion is located on the third floor of Tianxiang Building, so when passing through the brightly lit corridor, you will inevitably pass through the stairs.

He Zhizhou and Tian Xianzi were still pushing each other in deep affection between master and disciple.

A familiar male voice sounded behind him, as if it was the voice of the Lord of Luan City, full of surprise and smile: "Ah! Isn't this Elder Tianxian and the Taoist priests of the Xuanxu Sword Sect?"

The sound was caught off guard. Tian Xianzi heard its owner, and was temporarily distracted and quickly turned his head;

However, He Zhizhou did not expect his sudden movements and distractions, and he still focused on putting his right hand on the other party's arm, smiling shyly, and suddenly pushed it.

Unfortunately, this time it is no longer evenly matched.

So the Lord of Luancheng and the Lord's wife saw the most terrifying scene today in the Tianxiang Tower at night.

Elder Tianxian walked with a disciple, and after hearing the shouts, he hurriedly turned around and showed a hearty smile to the two of them.

Then in the next moment, his face suddenly changed, and at the same time, his body leaned back and slid downwards. In a hurry, he reached out his hand with his last instinct.

Unfortunately, trust and the relationship between master and apprentice were ultimately wrong. The disciple did not make any moves, just stood there blankly.

When his fingers barely passed through his sleeves, Elder Tianxian could no longer hold back his expression. His eyes, mouth and nostrils were all expanded by more than 30% more than before, which was very terrifying.

From his fear and doubt, anyone can imagine the secret of the bloody storm of the master and disciple in the Immortal Sect.

——It was the disciple who was walking with him who took advantage of his surprise and pushed him down the stairs!

The wife of the city lord, who looked like a banished immortal, took a deep breath and firmly grasped her husband's arm. She was indeed a beauty, and even the screaming sound was particularly clear and beautiful: "Help--! Killing--!"

He Zhizhou's rusty brain finally turned around and realized what was going on now. He danced with the wallet in his hand and shouted: "Teacher-Uncle--!"

Diners on the third and second floors of Tianxiang Building heard the noise and opened the door to find out. When they glanced at the corridor, they all showed a shocked expression.

The young man in white was pushed hard and leaned back with an extremely terrifying expression, like a rotating windmill, constantly rolling and falling on the long stairs.
To be continued...