The spring breeze is blowing under the skirt 

Chapter 5 The spring breeze is blowing under the skirt 

In the first month, great news came from all over the world. 

It is said that Yin Dao Master, one of the two great masters of Yin Yang Pavilion, disappeared for no reason and his whereabouts are unknown. 

It is said that he has died. 

This news caused a sensation for a while. People could not imagine what force would dare to go against Yin Yang Pavilion. Yin Yang Pavilion had already sent secret agents to investigate, but there was no clue yet. 

In the second month, a piece of big news instantly overwhelmed people's discussions. 

There are three palaces in Chengjun City of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, namely the Qianming Palace where the emperor lives, the Fuxue Palace where the princess lives, and the Qingmu Palace where the pope's daughter lives. 

Recently, the Qianming Palace issued a message that on the day of the Taoist Trial Conference, Yin-Yang Dao and its branches will be announced as the only orthodox Taoist methods on the continent, and all others are unorthodox methods and will no longer be protected and treated favorably by the Royal Palace. 

The announcement ceremony was presided over by the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace. 

On that day, the Lord of Qingmu Palace will sacrifice himself and hand the Red Pill to the winner of the Dao Test Conference in public, and then "entertain" him on the ninth floor of Jietian Tower for three days. 

The objects of the hospitality are the big men in the Yin-Yang Dao and the people in power in the royal palace. 

The news spread very quickly, and many people's first reaction was that it was a rumor or that they had heard it wrong. 

I still remember the fairy-like lady who suddenly appeared on New Year's Eve. Everyone felt that it was unreal. 

But the huge seal of the three palaces on the imperial edict is so eye-catching and so real. 

It took several days for people to begin to believe the authenticity of the news. 

All the major casinos started to open, and the names of countless young talents appeared on the list. The most promising one was naturally the young genius Xiao Wang from Xuanmen, and many other well-known young geniuses were also among them. After Xiao Wang's name, it was Ji Xinian, the son of Yinyang Pavilion. 

Zhong Hua, the young master of Cuiyun City, Wei Ji of Tianji Sect... Although there are many heroes, Xiao Wang still stands out. Everyone is extremely envious of his good fortune, born in the best era, and can touch the most beautiful girls in the palace. 

In addition to the major entrance fees, the entrance tickets for this year's trial competition were sold at sky-high prices. Countless wealthy businessmen were fighting for a spot. 

In the third month, Lin Xuanyan began to choose a sword, and he and Zhao Nian had a rare exchange of ideas. 

The Sword Sect naturally has a Sword Pavilion, which displays hundreds of swords. Those swords were once famous swords, and some of them still have the spirit of their previous owners, and are still unruly. 

Originally, the Sword Pavilion was supposed to be a forbidden area, but as the sword arts declined, the Sword Pavilion became accessible to everyone. 

Zhao Nian selected a blue sword from the Sword Pavilion. It was said that the sword was one of the three swords of the West Sea Sword Demon hundreds of years ago. 

Lin Xuanyan immediately recognized the origin of the sword and shook his head, saying, "The sword of the sword demon is too yin-filled, it is not suitable for you." 

Zhao Nian was somewhat disdainful, thinking that you, a person who can't practice, what do you know about swordsmanship? But after all, he is his junior brother, so he asked gently: "So, what do you think I am suitable for?" 

Lin Xuanyan didn't say anything, and walked forward on his own. Relying on his memory, he came to the end of the road. The road to the Sword Pavilion was very long, and the grade of the swords became higher as he went forward. However, a good sword did not mean it was suitable, so Zhao Nian did not go deeper. 

The deeper he went, the deeper the sword's intent became. The ground was chilled. Zhao Nian felt the sword's energy piercing his bones, and every step he took was like a knife cutting him. However, Lin Xuanyan looked normal, as if nothing had happened. 

He was very confused, but the pain made it impossible to distract himself from thinking. 

Finally, when Zhao Nian was about to collapse, Lin Xuanyan took a sword from the wooden rack and handed it to Zhao Nian: "This sword is called Snow Fang." 

"The sword of the Snow Country Demon?" Zhao Nian was secretly shocked, but he still took the sword. 

It was indeed a rare and good sword. Although it was from the Snow Country Demon, the sword had no evil spirit at all. 

When the Snow Country was destroyed, this sword was hung in the Sword Pavilion by the master who killed the demon with his own hands. 

Zhao Nian took the sword and retreated repeatedly, leaving the range of Ruzhi's sword intent. 

Lin Xuanyan then realized that Zhao Nian's physique could not withstand the pressure of these famous swords. 

Lin Xuanyan said: "From now on you will be the master of this sword." 

He didn't say this to Zhao Nian, but to the sword. 

The sword seemed to understand his intention and made a long buzzing sound. 

Zhao Nian originally wanted to refute it with the excuse of the Devil's Sword, but at that moment, he actually felt that he was connected to the sword. 

That wonderful feeling is so mysterious that it is hard to describe. 

He looked at Lin Xuanyan deeply and asked, "Junior brother, you can actually practice, right?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not answer, and walked deeper into the Sword Pavilion. 

Zhao Nian stood there and asked again: "Who are you?" 

Lin Xuanyan glanced at the sword at the deepest part of the Sword Pavilion. His eyes were dim. 

He said: "I am just a disciple of the Sword Sect, your junior brother. The Master of the Dao Trial Conference has high hopes for you. Don't let the Master down." 

Zhao Nian pursed his lips and suddenly asked, "Brother, which sword do you want to choose?" 

Lin Xuanyan's eyes moved away from the sword that had once shocked the world. The sword actually trembled uncontrollably, as if it was reluctant to part, or like meeting an old friend in old age. 

Lin Xuanyan ignored the sword's attempt to keep him and turned away: "I don't have a sword to choose from. I want to get one myself." 

Zhao Nian was even more confused: "Make one yourself?" 

"Well, I know a blacksmith down the mountain." 

... 

Going down the mountain path, there is a mass grave. After going down the mass grave, there is a stream with strange rocks everywhere. The stream water splashes into countless white foams and flows far away. 

There are many old trees several dozen feet tall along the south side of the stream. There are thick piles of fallen leaves, and snakes and insects are dormant there. Most people will take a detour. 

In early April, the clear streams swelled, and countless streams were filled with tiny red fallen petals. Fish kissed the petals gently, and then ran away, scattering them into clear ripples. 

Lin Xuanyan paused, and raised his head for some unknown reason. A man in pitch-black clothes suddenly appeared in his sight from a few dozen steps away. 

The black seemed very soft, yet it was so dazzling, like a dark firework lit in the broad daylight, so bright that it attracted all eyes. 

That was a girl in a black dress. 

Because she was leaning against the towering old tree, her figure looked even more petite and fragile. 

The girl sat on the glossy stone on the bank, her bare feet dangling in the stream water, her smooth legs swaying gently, the light water droplets and ripples like clusters of blooming flowers. 

Lin Xuanyan was slightly surprised. Why would such a girl appear in the wilderness? 

The girl's long hair fell down like a waterfall, blocking her profile. 

She just lowered her head in silence, as if looking at her own reflection in the stream. 

Her long hair was so black that it was hard to tell the strands apart, as if the artist had used the thickest ink to draw it in one stroke. 

The girl had a beautiful figure, neither slender nor bloated. Her black dress was clinging to her pretty back, and her snow-white neck was exposed above her collar, like the gentle and bright moonlight in the deepest night. 

As Lin Xuanyan approached, the rustling sound of falling leaves disturbed the girl who was sitting quietly. She suddenly turned around with a look of astonishment. Lin Xuanyan finally saw her face clearly. He couldn't describe her face. It was like a wild poppy blooming in the snow in the far north. 

The girl heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Lin Xuanyan, and continued to turn her head. 

Lin Xuanyan understood a little bit in his heart, it must be a young lady from a wealthy family, who ran away secretly and was afraid of being caught by the servants. 

Lin Xuanyan was thinking about sword forging, so he didn't linger too long and continued forward. After taking two steps, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, and turned around and walked to the side of the girl. 

He advised her kindly: "Girl, there are wild beasts and strong men everywhere in this wilderness, you should go back as soon as possible." 

The girl raised her head and glanced at him, her deep gaze like the deep sea tens of thousands of meters deep. 

She shook her head. "It's okay." 

She looked frail, but her voice was calm. 

Lin Xuanyan was slightly surprised. He could see that this girl had no cultivation at all. 

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was an old book on the girl's knees, and the words on the cover were difficult to recognize. 

She gently washed the water, her skirt evenly covering her knees. She was silent. 

Lin Xuanyan said subconsciously: "Your book... is very strange." 

The girl raised her head slightly and said, "You too." 

Lin Xuanyan frowned and said, "Be careful." 

The girl's feet washed the water, ripples appeared: "Thank you." 

After a brief and confusing conversation, Lin Xuanyan stopped talking nonsense and turned away. 

He couldn't tell where the book came from. 

But if she is really a lady from a famous family, she must have magical instruments to rely on, and I don't need to worry about her safety. 

We walked down the mountain and came to a dilapidated town. 

He came to the door of a blacksmith's shop by memory. A piece of blackened sky-blue old cloth hung at the door, and he could vaguely hear the sound of iron forging coming from the half-open door. 

When I walked to the door, I could still feel the heat. 

Lin Xuanyan hesitated for a moment, then opened the curtain and walked in. 

A middle-aged man of short stature was swinging a hammer at a piece of red-hot embryo, sparks flew everywhere, and the embryo on the anvil was clanging loudly. 

The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at the person who came in. He then picked up the white towel hanging around his neck and wiped off the sweat. The sweat fell onto the hot chopping board, making a hissing sound. 

"What kind of knife does the customer want?" asked the middle-aged man. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at him, closed the door, and said calmly: "I want a sword." 

The middle-aged man looked embarrassed and said with a wry smile: "Sword? Sir, are you mocking me? This shop hasn't forged a sword for more than a hundred years." 

Lin Xuanyan ignored his words and continued, "The sword I want is not demanding. It should be made of snowflake steel and does not require any special patterns. The sword must be thin, narrow, and light, and easy to stimulate the sword energy. The scabbard can be made of the most common animal skin." 

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "I don't want to make swords. This is not only treasonous, but my master has never taught me the art of sword making. It has long been lost. I can't make it." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at him and asked, "Do you really want to stay in this small place for the rest of your life and make kitchen knives and farm tools for ordinary people?" 

The middle-aged blacksmith suddenly stopped talking. Beads of sweat flowed down his muscular chest and dripped onto the red embryo, making a sizzling sound. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at him and said word by word: "Chengjun Sword, Duanlong Sword, Shanjun, Zhuxie, Cangshanxue and...Xianyu." 

The middle-aged blacksmith listened to him quietly as he finished talking about the names of the swords. They looked at each other in the dark room, and sparks flew everywhere. The hot and humid atmosphere was finally broken by the middle-aged blacksmith. His voice was a little hoarse: "Who are you?" 

Suddenly his pupils lit up, and he stared straight at Lin Xuanyan's face, his tone was already shocked beyond words: "It's you? It's you! No! You're not..." 

Lin Xuanyan nodded and said, "It's me." 

... 

The third month was uneventful. 

In the fourth month, the day before the Dao Trial Conference, Lin Xuanyan went down the mountain to get the sword. The two did not exchange any words during the entire process. 

The day before the Dao Test Conference, Lin Xuanyan arrived at the gate of the Biluo Palace late at night. The candles in the Biluo Palace did not go out that night. The wind was gentle in early summer, but it still carried a lot of spring chill. 

Pei Yuhan pushed the door open and walked out onto the Cloud Terrace of the Han Palace, looking at the endless mountains in the distance, and happened to meet Lin Xuanyan. 

Pei Yuhan was wearing thin clothes tonight, with her long hair tied up at her neck with a red hairband, which hung down along her jade back to her slender waist. 

Wearing a dark blue pleated skirt with a sash tied around her waist, Pei Yuhan was very graceful. She never wore makeup and looked like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. 

Lin Xuanyan looked dazed. If life were always like the first time we met, it would probably be like this. 

Lin Xuanyan stepped forward and saluted. 

Pei Yuhan saw him and was slightly surprised: "Why is Xuanyan still not asleep? Tomorrow is the Dao Test Conference, you should go to bed early." 

Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Master, you haven't slept yet." 

Pei Yuhan said nothing and slowly walked to the edge of the platform, as if she had something on her mind. 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "Master, are you blaming me for tearing up the letter Ji Yitian gave you that day?" 

Pei Yuhan shook her head and said, "These are my own scandals. They are my own incompetence. How can I blame my own disciple?" 

The night is peaceful and the moonlight is clear and bright. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her from behind and suddenly had the urge to hold her in his arms. 

Suddenly, Pei Yuhan asked, "Xuanyan, I heard from Nian'er that you went down the mountain to forge swords?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not deny it. 

She asked again: "There are so many famous swords in Jiange, why do you want to forge them yourself?" 

Lin Xuanyan replied: "Those swords have had owners before, and I always feel they are not very handy when using them." 

Pei Yuhan nodded: "After this trial meeting is over, I'm afraid we will have to leave here." 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "Master, you don't have confidence in me, but you don't have confidence in Zhao Nian either?" 

Pei Yuhan hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed. 

He muttered to himself: "The Dao Test Conference has begun..." 

The night is long, the night is like water, the flowers and trees are like snow, and the light makes the beauty look bright. 

... 

In the center of Chengjun City, four huge flat stones that were originally embedded in the center of the square were suspended in the air and floated in the center of the square. 

In addition to the six major sects, there are ten spots for other forces to compete for. In the end, there are sixteen sects participating in the Dao Trial Conference. Each sect can send up to four disciples, so there are a total of sixty-four disciples participating, and the lottery system is adopted. 

But this year there are only sixty-three. 

Since there are only three disciples in the Hangong Sword Sect, one of them is destined to be a bye. 

By the time Pei Yuhan and his two disciples arrived, the sun was already high in Chengjun City. 

People gathered in groups of three or five. 

Looking around, there was a huge sea of ​​people, with people in school uniforms of various schools gathered together. Some greeted each other, some crossed their arms with a defiant look, and some raised their fists and arms, eager to try. 

But these bustles and noises seemed to have nothing to do with them. 

Pei Yuhan rode his sword to the city gate, then put it away and walked into the city. 

Although it is one of the six great sects, it has long been unworthy of its name, so it is naturally not easy to control the sword in the city. 

The closer you get to the Dao Trial Conference, the more crowded the martial arts field becomes. Fortunately, the imperial guards have already opened up a special path for everyone in the sect to pass through. 

In the center of Chengjun City, four huge flat stones that were originally embedded in the center of the square were suspended in the air and floated in the center of the square. 

In addition to the six major sects, there are ten spots for other forces to compete for. In the end, there are sixteen sects participating in the Dao Trial Conference. Each sect can send up to four disciples, so there are a total of sixty-four disciples participating, and the lottery system is adopted. 

But this year there are only sixty-three. 

Since there are only three disciples in the Hangong Sword Sect, one of them is destined to be a bye. 

By the time Pei Yuhan and his two disciples arrived, the sun was already high in Chengjun City. 

People gathered in groups of three or five. 

Looking around, there was a huge sea of ​​people, with people in school uniforms of various schools gathered together. Some greeted each other, some crossed their arms with a defiant look, and some raised their fists and arms, eager to try. 

But these bustles and noises seemed to have nothing to do with them. 

Pei Yuhan rode his sword to the city gate, then put it away and walked into the city. 

Although it is one of the six great sects, it has long been unworthy of its name, so it is naturally not easy to control the sword in the city. 

The closer you get to the Dao Trial Conference, the more crowded the martial arts field becomes. Fortunately, the imperial guards have already opened up a special path for everyone in the sect to pass through. 

Yu Xiaotang suddenly said sadly: "Will this be the last time we participate?" 

Pei Yuhan couldn't help but slow down her pace after hearing this. She raised her head and looked around the vast city. She didn't have too much nostalgia, but just a little sad. 

He said to the taciturn Zhao Nian: "As long as the signature is not too bad, maybe it will work." 

Lin Xuanyan noticed that Pei Yuhan sighed unconsciously. 

He looked down at his toes and said nothing. 

Along the way, he heard a lot of gossip. 

The most gossip was about Lu Jiajing. 

Because of Lu Jiajing, everyone seemed to have lost interest in the competition at this conference. One reason was that Xiao Wang was the only one standing out, and the other was that Lu Jiajing was just too famous. 

Lin Xuanyan listened to those dirty words, and his heart was stained with a dust that was difficult to wipe off. 

Although the first place in the trial competition can obtain the qualification. 

But even if he could get first place, he would certainly be obstructed in many ways as a disciple of the Sword Sect. 

The sunshine in June was brilliant, and the midday sun made the whole city extremely bright, but it didn't feel hot at all. 

The center of this city has long been shielded by several great masters, and the temperature is the most pleasant. 

Came to the exclusive position of Hangong Sword Sect. 

Looking around, although the number of people coming from each sect is strictly limited, it still looks mighty. 

Next to the Sword Sect is the Yin Yang Pavilion. 

Standing at the highest point of the Yin-Yang Pavilion was a young man with an immortal look. He had lived for hundreds of years, but he still looked extremely young, and his appearance and handsomeness were no less than those of a teenager. 

The huge black and white Taoist robe with a yin-yang fish painted on it fluttered in the wind. 

Looks very dignified. 

After taking a look, Lin Xuanyan was sure that this person was Ji Yitian. 

He silently memorized his appearance in his heart. 

Ji Yitian glanced at Pei Yuhan without revealing any expression. Pei Yuhan felt his gaze but she did not look at him. 

The young man had a faint smile on his face. He looked at the four arenas suspended in the center of the field, his eyes as deep as obsidian. 

There was a commotion in the venue. 

Zhao Nian suddenly sat up straight. 

Yu Xiaotang pulled his sleeve and pointed at a person who had just entered the room: "That person is Xiao Wang." 

Lin Xuanyan looked in the direction she pointed, and after a while he asked, "Is it the tall and handsome guy?" 

Yu Xiaotang shook his head and said, "That one." 

Lin Xuanyan then noticed that there was a short boy walking in front of him. The boy's bones were as small as a girl's, and his hair was dark red and tied with silk thread. 

He is not handsome, nor is he resolute and handsome. 

It looks simple and inconspicuous. 

But such a person is the most talented young man in the dynasty. 

Lin Xuanyan nodded and said, "It's really good." 

Yu Xiaotang didn't know how highly this sentence would be praised when it came out of his mouth. 

On the contrary, he felt that the word "not bad" was too low a level, and pouted his lips and said, "Are you jealous of others? A god-like figure like Palace Master Lu is being taken away by this frail-looking young man..." 

After all, Yu Xiaotang is a girl and cannot say anything vulgar. 

Lin Xuanyan rolled his eyes at her. 

Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he subconsciously turned his head. 

A young girl walked over from the Yin Yang Pavilion not far from the next seat. She walked out of the small cave behind the stands quietly. She was wearing a black dress that evenly covered her calves. Her eyelashes drooped as she looked down at her feet. She was only wearing a black dress and snow-white skin. 

It's like a girl drawn on snow-white paper. 

Yu Xiaotang also noticed his gaze and looked over there. He was also stunned for a while before saying, "It's so beautiful." 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "Do you know who she is?" 

Yu Xiaotang said disdainfully: "You asked about the girl's name when you first met her. Junior brother, although you look serious, you are a playboy!" 

Lin Xuanyan smiled and shook his head, without answering. 

Pei Yuhan, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke in a cold voice: "That person should be the daughter of the head of Yin Yang Pavilion. It is said that she is the only young person in the entire Yin Yang Pavilion who cannot practice cultivation." 

Lin Xuanyan said "oh" and looked at the girl again. 

Yu Xiaotang stood on tiptoe and looked from afar. Every time he saw such a large crowd, he would feel a deep fear. 

She also knew that the Sword Sect's visits were just a formality. 

What kind of waves can the three disciples create in this ocean? 

Moreover, there are so many talented people in this field. 

A bald fat man came to the Sword Sect's venue, looking surprised: "Oh, this is incredible, I thought the Sword Sect had already disappeared. Pei Jianxian is really good at managing the family, and he is still holding on. I really admire him!" 

Pei Yuhan didn't even look at him: "Thank you for your concern, Master Gao." 

Seeing Pei Yuhan's cold expression, the bald man did not retreat but took a step closer. When he smiled, the fat on his face was squeezed together: "Pei Jianxian, if your Jian Sect really has nowhere to go in the future and other places dare not accept you, can my Xuanding Sect dare to take the risk of the world's disapproval and accept the fairy? And make you the chief guest official?" 

Pei Yuhan said coldly: "Don't worry about it." 

The fat bald man didn't care about Pei Yuhan's indifference. He walked a little closer and said a few words to Pei Yuhan with his inner strength. A barely perceptible red light flashed on Pei Yuhan's snow-white neck. 

Lin Xuanyan clenched his fists and held the corner of his clothes, his expression slightly stern. 

Yu Xiaotang didn't know what the fat guy was saying to his master, but it was clear that his master didn't look very happy. 

Just as she was about to order them to leave, she heard Pei Yuhan say coldly, "Get lost." 

A sword energy was stimulated from Pei Yuhan's body. Although the bald man surnamed Gao was fat, he was surprisingly agile. He retreated three steps in a row and lightly dodged the sword energy. He laughed and said, "The fairy has a bad temper. It seems that Gao is looking for trouble." 

Yu Xiaotang cursed: "Fatty, didn't you hear my master tell you to get out?" 

The fat man surnamed Gao looked at Yu Xiaotang and laughed heartily: "Your master is a great beauty, and you are also a little beauty. Are you interested in joining our sect and practicing the Xuan Ji technique based on the principles of yin and yang? I promise..." 

Before he could finish, Yu Xiaotang gritted his teeth and said, "Get lost!" 

I don't know when more people appeared in front of the Sword Sect. A scholar in green clothes with a tall hat and a wide belt and a jade-like face crossed his chest with his hands. He didn't have the trembling expression that a scholar should have. He looked at Pei Yuhan impolitely and said, "As expected of one of the six major sects, you have a bad temper. You are so inhospitable and let us small sects live like this?" 

The young man glanced at Zhao Nian who was glaring at him, and nodded slightly: "This young man is pretty good, he should be your trump card. Tsk tsk, but he is just pretty good." 

Someone echoed, "I don't know how you, Fairy Pei, have managed to keep this small sect alive for so long. Your tactics, both overt and covert, are admirable. But it's time to end it." 

"This young man looks good, but unfortunately he is a useless person who can't practice. I didn't expect that the Sword Sect would accept such a person. It's really..." The person who spoke couldn't think of the right words for a moment. 

Someone responded: "When you are desperate, you try any doctor you can find, but unfortunately they are all quacks." 

"In my opinion, Fairy Pei still has the reputation of being a sword fairy. She can use her beauty to get a better title. She is better than this sword sect that is lingering on." 

More and more people gathered to watch the joke. Zhao Nian, who was holding onto the corner of his clothes with both hands, could no longer bear it and shouted angrily, "The future of our sect is our own business. You don't need to care!" 

"Oh, you have a bad temper. I wonder how much arrogance you will still have after this trial meeting." 

"Everyone knows why Fairy Pei refuses to give up. Isn't it because of your world-famous master? What a pity. Oh! You don't fall in love with your master... Tsk tsk tsk, master-disciple love is a taboo." 

As soon as the words fell, everyone burst into laughter. Pei Yuhan's feelings for her master Ye Linyuan were known to everyone, but after this thin layer of window paper was finally broken, the feeling was still different. 

Pei Yuhan stood there, she was originally angry but suddenly lost her mind. 

Yu Xiaotang blushed and cursed: "Who my master likes is none of your business. He doesn't like you anyway! You! And you you you! Get out of here!" 

Pei Yuhan patted Yu Xiaotang on the shoulder and said gently, "Xiaotang, don't do this. It's not worth it." 

Yu Xiaotang looked up at Pei Yuhan, tears in her eyes, and she looked so pitiful, "Master, but...but they..." Pei Yuhan touched her head distressedly. 

Yu Xiaotang looked at Lin Xuanyan who had been silent the whole time, and suddenly he got angry: "Junior brother! You can curse me too. It's not convenient for me as a girl, you are a boy. Master is so good to us, but now that someone says that to you, why are you so dumb? You are also an ungrateful person!" 

Lin Xuanyan, who had been thinking about something, let out a cry and came to his senses. He then saw many people serving in front of him. Lin Xuanyan looked at the little sister with a red face and thought to himself that he really had never learned how to curse people. He didn't know how to start for a moment. 

Yu Xiaotang thought he didn't dare, so he kicked him in anger. 

Everyone was gossiping non-stop, when suddenly a clear and penetrating voice came: "Enough, stop being rude to Fairy Pei." 

The person who spoke was Ji Yitian, the head of Yin Yang Pavilion. 

A strong man at the peak of the Transformation Realm, and with his status as the head of the Yin Yang Pavilion, no one dared to disobey him. 

After Ji Yitian finished speaking, the crowd calmed down a lot. A gentle smile appeared on his handsome face: "It is not easy for Fairy Pei to carry the sword cauldron alone. If you have any opinions, you can tell me." 

Everyone cursed in their hearts, what a hypocrite, secretly trying to win over Pei Yuhan, and using the title of the head of Yin Yang Pavilion to pressure them. However, although they complained in their hearts, they did not dare to really get angry. They all said yes repeatedly, and some of them praised Yin Yang Pavilion a few times, and they even praised Ji Xinian, the son of Yin Yang Pavilion who was only one step behind Xiao Wang. 

Yu Xiaotang felt that those hypocritical remarks were so hypocritical, and felt wronged when he thought about the best master in the world enduring such humiliation. 

She pulled the hem of Pei Yuhan's skirt, and Pei Yuhan smiled silently and told her it was okay. 

Lin Xuanyan saw it all, and Pei Yuhan's beautiful face was reflected in his mind, as if he could see the past rushing back at him by closing his eyes. 

Everyone will not leave until the bell rings. 

The discussion among the crowd became quieter. 

Those who were walking and talking also returned to their respective seats. 

Suddenly, the crowd became noisy, and many people even stood up and stood on tiptoe to look. 

"Quick! Look over there. That person is..." 

"Is that Lu Jiajing?" 

"The legendary woman who has reached the state of perfection? The Palace Master of Qingmu Palace who has not left the palace for hundreds of years?" 

"I heard that Palace Master Lu is in a very cold mood. His face is as cold as ice all day long. I never thought that now he would..." 

"After meeting Palace Master Lu today, I felt that the quota I bought from my uncle at such a high price was not wasted." 

... 

From the suspended glazed stone steps of the Jietian Tower, a woman in a long dancing skirt walked calmly. 

Today, she was not wearing the gorgeous gown she wore on New Year's Eve, but the Taoist robe of the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace. The collar and cuffs of her dark blue long dress were embroidered with snow-capped plum blossoms, which was elegant and charming. The simple dress was tailored to fit her body perfectly against her snowy skin, which highlighted her plump breasts and slim waist. 

Her hair color is also dark blue, just like the clouds in the sky at the turn of dusk and night. 

Her black hair was tied up with a delicately carved white jade hairpin. The red tassels and her crimson lips were the highlight of her outfit. Not only did it not look gaudy, but it made the beauty's temperament and features even more perfect. 

"Jing'er?" Lin Xuanyan murmured. 

Yu Xiaotang said sincerely: "It's so beautiful!" 

Lu Jiajing walked barefoot from Jietian Tower to the center of the Dao Test Conference and came in front of everyone. 

The Dao Test Conference has four sides, three of which face the major sects, and the other side faces the imperial palace. 

Lu Jiajing turned his back to the palace and looked at everyone, bowing quietly. 

The noisy discussion gradually died down, and everyone watched this stunning fairy with bated breath, looking forward to her next move. 

Lu Jiajing glanced around at everyone. Her eyebrows were dark without any makeup, and her skin, as white as frost, looked extremely dazzling in the abundant sunlight. 

She spoke softly, her voice flowing like the sound of gurgling water to every corner of the venue. 

"Lu Jiajing, the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace, respectfully welcomes all the distinguished guests who have come from afar. The Dao Trial Conference is held every five years, and its purpose is to select the best young people for the future of the dynasty. Nowadays, there are many talented people in the world, and I think this year's Dao Trial Conference will be very lively. I will not go into details about the specific matters. I believe you all know about my affairs. At that time, I will watch the battle in Jietian Tower and wait for news. The day after the winner is decided, I will practice dual cultivation with this young man in public to show the principles of yin and yang." 

Lu Jiajing's voice was as thin as spring ice, and also like a tide coming in from all directions. 

The speech was not long, but everyone felt like they had been listening for a long time, especially the young men who were just starting out. They blushed and breathed heavily as they listened to the end. Looking at that noble and beautiful face, they were reminded of some scene and could not help themselves. 

Pei Yuhan looked at Lu Jiajing calmly as she finished speaking, her expression gloomy. 

Lu Jiajing continued, "I am doing this voluntarily, not only for my own path, but also for the people of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. If it can bring peace to the dynasty for a thousand years, then Jiajing's body is not worth it." 

She remained calm while speaking these words, like an emerald buried deep in the ice. 

There is no intention of blasphemy. 

Just as everyone was still trying to figure out what Lu Jiajing meant, they suddenly heard someone in the room shouting in a very unpleasant way: "I wonder if Palace Master Lu is still a novice." 

After saying this, there was a mixture of curses and laughter. 

Lin Xuanyan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a sturdy young man with a well-defined face lying in front of the railing in front of the stage. He had a green stubble on his chin, his chest was half exposed, and he was grinning, looking very frivolous. 

Lu Jiajing lived up to her name. She remained calm when she heard the question: "I am still a virgin." 

The man did not give up and asked loudly: "How can you prove Palace Master Lu's one-sided statement? As everyone knows, you had a lover hundreds of years ago..." 

Lin Xuanyan's face darkened. 

During that period, he and Lu Jiajing were indeed like Taoist couples, but he was devoted to Taoism at that time and he certainly did not touch Lu Jiajing's body. 

This sentence was like boiling water splashing into an oil pan, and everyone started cursing and their arrogance was high. 

In everyone's mind, even if Lu Jiajing was about to be deflowered in public, it was a helpless act, and it was for the righteousness of the people. The title of the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace could not be easily tarnished. 

Lu Jiajing looked at him and asked, "May I know your name?" 

The man replied, "The wine of the king of Cuiyun City." 

Lu Jiajing asked, "Mr. Wang, what do you think?" 

Wang Jiu stroked his light blue stubble, rolled his black eyes, and sneered, "Seeing is believing. Why don't you let Palace Master Lu examine my body and see the membrane that symbolizes the young child with my own eyes? Otherwise, it will be hard to convince people." 

Before anyone could start to rebuke him, Lu Jiajing hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "Since Master Wang wants to be examined, Master Ren will examine me." 

When these words came out, the whole audience was shocked. 

Public inspection? 

Did this sentence come from the mouth of the cold and snowy Qingmu Palace Master? 

Why did one of the most mysterious figures in the Xuanyuan Dynasty make such a move today? 

Or was it because she knew Wang Jiu would not dare to face the public anger and said so on purpose? 

But, what if, what if Wang Jiu really goes for a physical examination? 

Could it be that Lu Jiajing was...Lin Xuanyan also frowned. 

Many people could not control the weapons in their hands, and the clear sound of the Jinshi Pipa could be heard from time to time. 

Wang Jiu was also stunned when he heard this. He looked around and suddenly laughed out loud: "Since the beauty has invited me, I have no choice but to obey. I'm sorry, Palace Master." After saying this, he jumped down from the platform that was dozens of feet high without hesitation, and bounced up like a bullet and came to Lu Jiajing in an instant. 

Just now, Wang Jiu was looking at her face from a distance. Now, after seeing her face up close, he was even more stunned. That face was flawless. Even the best craftsman could not paint such a beautiful face. 

He swallowed subconsciously. 

Lu Jiajing said: "Master Wang is very courageous." 

At this time, the test platform was already boiling with shouts of anger, rebukes, and booing, and countless people had expectant expressions on their faces. At this time, many people even regretted why they didn't have the courage to ask that question themselves. 

Yu Xiaotang swallowed unconsciously: "Palace Master Lu wouldn't really...would he?" 

Lu Xuanyan did not answer her. He wanted to believe that Lu Jiajing was just joking, but he had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen. 

Wang Jiu was actually very nervous inside, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know how the palace lady is going to prove it." 

Lu Jiajing smiled gently, bending down gently, lifting the hem of her green skirt with her hand, and reaching between her thighs. As her green jade hand reached in, the hem of her skirt was lifted up by her arm, pushing it upward, revealing a calf that was so white and tender that you could vaguely see the veins. Lu Jiajing reached her hands into the hem of her skirt, and after a moment, she pulled down a pair of moon-white panties, all the way to her heels. 

It can be imagined that at this moment, Lu Jiajing's private parts were completely exposed under her skirt! 

The holy virgin of the Qingmu Palace now looked even more charming. 

Wang Jiu was also stunned, and the cheers and curses on the scene surged like a heat wave. The male cultivators were all panting, and Lin Xuanyan was even more confused. 

Many female cultivators who were skeptical at first cast contemptuous glances, wondering how could the Palace Master Fairy actually do such a vulgar act in public. 

Worse than a prostitute! 

Lu Jiajing grabbed a corner of her green skirt and said to Wang Jiu: "Don't you want to prove it, Mr. Wang? See for yourself. Seeing is believing." As she spoke, Lu Jiajing slightly opened her legs. 

This simple action caused a more heated up commotion. The young disciples could no longer control themselves, and their lower bodies were all erected with small tents. 

Wang Jiu saw that Lu Jiajing was not joking, so he took a deep breath, walked behind Lu Jiajing, and lifted up her long green skirt, revealing her snow-white calves and thighs. However, Wang Jiu stopped at the right time and did not lift her any higher. He leaned down and half of his body was under the hem of Lu Jiajing's skirt. 

Roll up the curtain and enter. 

Lu Jiajing closed her eyes, lowered her eyebrows, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. 

This scene is too erotic. 

The blue skirt covered the scene inside. Lu Jiajing's underwear had been taken off. No one knew what Wang Jiu was doing to her naked lower body. 

I was just extremely envious and jealous, wondering why that person wasn't me. 

Although it is blocked by the skirt, one can clearly guess what is happening inside from the vibration amplitude of the skirt. 

Wang Jiu's bent body trembled slightly, and his arms were obviously raised up, rustling and moving. The green skirt was disturbed by Wang Jiu's movements, and its outline was slightly undulating. 

Like the soft undulating back of a sea beast. 

Although everyone couldn't see it, they imagined the scene: Wang Jiu used his two thumbs to separate Lu Jiajing's exquisite little tender hole, and quietly inserted his index finger into it to explore the flower path that no one had touched, teasing and playing with it, and slowly pressing it. 

"Ah..." Lu Jiajing's face suddenly flashed with a hint of rosy clouds, and she let out a light moan. 

Lu Jiajing subconsciously covered her lips, her eyelashes trembling. 

The thin moan was blown away by the wind in an instant, but it had already ignited the desire of the person below. 

The green skirt moved violently. No one knew what Wang Jiu had done to cause the cold palace master to behave like this. 

Lu Jiajing subconsciously twisted her thighs. The wine seemed to be wantonly invading that place. Lu Jiajing's body began to tremble slightly. A look of struggle flashed across her beautiful face. A gentle moan lingered in her throat, about to come out but not yet. 

Everyone cursed in their hearts, Wang Jiu was so aggressive that he took this opportunity to secretly play with Lu Jiajing's body. 

She used to live a secluded life, but now she showed such a state in front of tens of thousands of people. Even if Lu Jiajing was well-educated, she could hardly control herself. Her body was trembling slightly, and the body under her skirt seemed to move more violently, up and down. Lu Jiajing's legs, which were originally slightly apart, subconsciously bent inward and clamped together. With such a movement, it was self-evident what Wang Jiu was doing inside. 

Lu Jiajing's eyes were sometimes closed and sometimes opened, and there was a hint of seductiveness in them, which was even more fascinating in that holy face. 

Lu Jiajing's lips gradually turned red, her nose flared slightly, and her face, which was trying to remain calm, was slightly rosy. 

It seems that the sensitive points of the body have been stimulated. 

The delicate pink toes on the bare jade feet are bent and stretched, as if announcing that the owner is in a very comfortable state at the moment. 

The gazes of tens of thousands of people exaggerated the humiliation to the extreme, and the humiliation turned into waves of stimulation that followed one after another, washing over Lu Jiajing's already weak body and mind. 

"Ah..." Lu Jiajing let out a deliberately suppressed moan. Her voice was still calm, but it was obviously hoarse and difficult: "Have you examined Jiajing's body, Master Wang?" 

Wang Jiu's unclear voice sounded: "It's too dim to see clearly, Palace Master, please wait a little longer." 

As soon as the words fell, Lu Jiajing's blue skirt rose and fell violently, and two rough hands grasped the delicate and tight jade legs, and spread them wider. 

The scene became more erotic and obscene. 

The dramatic hem of the skirt was like a strong wind blowing away the clouds. 

Lu Jiajing's body suddenly trembled. Although she stood there motionless, from the curve of her toes, it could be seen that her body was already climaxing. It could be seen how she had actually reached orgasm at this moment. 

In broad daylight, in full view of everyone. 

How many lifetimes did Wang Jiu have to cultivate to be blessed with such good fortune? 

Moreover, if such a scene is already so moving, then wouldn't it be the same after the Dao Trial Conference... When I think of that scene and look at the proud figure wrapped in green clothes, I feel dizzy. 

"That's enough!" An angry voice came from the stage: "Wang Jiu, don't push your luck any further. If you dare to make any move again, even if Palace Master Lu agrees, I, Xiao, will personally take your head." 

As soon as these words came out, Wang Jiu lifted up Lu Jiajing's skirt and took a look. The person who spoke was none other than Xiao Wang, who was the most popular. 

That flick was a flash of spring light, and everyone's eyes were focused on the hem of her skirt. 

In everyone's mind, Lu Jiajing's virginity almost certainly belongs to Xiao Wang. It is said that Xiao Wang also has feelings for Miss Ji of Yin Yang Pavilion, who is also one of the four great beauties of Xuanyuan, and Yin Yang Pavilion is also preparing for a wedding. 

He had two extremely beautiful women from the Xuanyuan Dynasty as his concubines at once. Such good fortune was simply enviable. 

Xiao Wang obviously already regarded Lu Jiajing as his own possession. Of course, he couldn't let others play with his things at will, otherwise he would become a laughing stock of others, right? 

After these words were spoken, Wang Jiu really didn't dare to make any further moves due to Xiao Wang's reputation. 

He reluctantly stepped out, laughing and shouting to everyone: "Palace Master Lu is indeed a virgin. I was wrong just now, I'm sorry, Palace Master Lu." 

Xiao Wang looked at him coldly without saying a word. 

Wang Jiu knew that he had caused public outrage, but he would not regret dying under the peony flowers even if something happened to him in the future. She glanced at Lu Jiajing, whose chest was heaving, and her pretty face was slightly red. 

He looked at Lu Jiajing's proud and delicate body wrapped in her green skirt from beginning to end, and recalled the scene just now, and felt even more unable to control himself. 

He wished he could pin this peerless beauty down right now and ravage and play with her in front of tens of thousands of people. 

He took a deep breath, and in order to avoid trouble, he did not return to the stands but left the venue to avoid the spotlight. 

Lu Jiajing waited until he left before bending over, slowly pulling up the panties and putting them back on. 

"My sincerity must have been seen by all. During the next seven days of the Dao Test Conference, I will be waiting for good news in the Jietian Tower." As she spoke, she quietly closed her legs, locking in the spring spirit. 

If the distance is not too far, people can even see faint water stains on the ground. 

After she finished speaking, blue lotus flowers rose from Lu Jiajing's feet. She turned and left, with lotus flowers blooming at every step. Her blue back, so beautiful and ethereal that it was difficult to look directly at, disappeared into the mist of Jietian Tower. 

The sound of metal and stone rose from the field, and there was a loud and resounding sound throughout, like the Huangzhong and Dalu. 

Seventy-two dancers dressed in fairy-like clothes with flowery patterns came dancing gracefully, and for a moment, the place was filled with singing and dancing. 

It seemed like the afterglow of Lu Jiajing's stunning appearance. 

When everyone gradually woke up from the shock. 

The music, singing and dancing have ended, and the Dao Test Conference has officially begun. 

On the roof of the building, a young lady in green clothes walked in slowly, standing against the light and forming a beautiful silhouette. 

Her face still had a rosy hue, as if she had lightly applied makeup. 

A young man in a bright yellow robe and a slightly plump figure sat on a wooden chair, looking at the world-famous woman in green, and laughed dryly: "How is it?" 

The woman in the green skirt said calmly: "No problem." 

The man said playfully, "I saw what happened just now." 

The green-skirted woman's expression changed slightly, and she said coldly, "So what?" 

The man patted his bloated belly and said, "I am burning with lust, please help me, fairy, calm me down." 

The green-skirted woman's eyes were like lightning, almost wanting to kill someone, but she still took a deep breath, and walked to him with her bare feet and lotus steps. The zipper on his lower body had been unfastened at some point, and Menglong raised his head, looking extremely horrifying. 

The man's eyes fell on the girl's green skirt, and his mouth curled up with a sarcastic look on his face. 

This mysterious and powerful Qingmu Palace Master who never leaves his house and has read all three thousand Taoist scriptures remained calm and knelt down gently.