Tang Jingyue felt ridiculous and guilty for her outrageous inference.
The rebellious thoughts and ideas are simply worse than animals.
She thought about how when she was a child, if Liu Sansheng had not come to rescue her, she might have died long ago.
How can I still have the chance to live to this day and become the famous second elder of Kunlun?
Shaking her head, Tang Jingyue stopped thinking and planned to take a bath first and wait for Dao Huo'er to return from Phoenix Mountain.
But just as she was putting on her slippers and heading to the bathroom, she heard slight footsteps coming from the yard.
Different from Dao Huo'er's usual walking style of jumping up and down, the sound the other party made was extremely thick.
Each step is like a chess piece falling into the chessboard, and the sound echoes.
Tang Jingyue turned around fiercely, holding the amulet given by Dao Huo'er in her hand.
She squinted at the door of the living room, her mind tense and her spiritual power running.
"Snapped."
The last sound stopped, and a white-haired old man wearing a green robe appeared majestically in the living room.
He stared at Tang Jingyue with soft eyes, his expression was complicated and full of emotions.
The latter pretended to be calm even though he was facing a formidable enemy.
Liu Sansheng looked around and set up a defensive formation.
At the same time, he spoke: "You should never try to find out my true identity."
"You know, without Dao Huo'er in charge of the villa, a life-saving talisman alone cannot protect you."
Tang Jingyue gritted her teeth and asked, "Yellow vine wine?"
Liu Sansheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, and no."
He raised his right hand, took the wooden stool next to the dining table, sat down generously and said: "Yigou is still on the way back to Kyoto, and Su Xinglan is in charge of the Kunlun Demon Killing Pond."
"If you lose Jingzhou if you are careless, you will never return it."
"Xiaoyue, my teacher named you Jingyue. I hope that your heart that once held resentment can hang peacefully in the sky like the bright moon in the sky."
"Look at all living beings from a distance and keep your mind focused."
"The lake in your heart reflects the quiet moon. If your heart is confused, your life will be lost."
Tang Jingyue was in disbelief, and her clear eyes welled up with tears in an instant.
She staggered backwards, holding on to the bathroom door, feeling as if in a dream.
Xiaoyue, after so many years, no one has called her this familiar and affectionate name except Liu Sansheng.
As for the meaning of the word "Jingyue", Liu Sansheng explained it to her personally on the day she became Kunlun's direct disciple.
The lake in my heart reflects the quiet moon, my heart is like the moon, and the moon is like my heart.
When can the heart and the moon be reunited, and the future will be promising.
This is not Kunlun's secret, it is Tang Jingyue's personal secret.
Ji Xuanqing doesn't know, Du Qirui doesn't know, and they also don't know, including Su Xinglan and Xia Baiyou, who are most loved by Liu Sansheng.
This secret belongs exclusively to Tang Jingyue.
So when she was trapped by love and her mood plummeted, she wished she could die and be freed.
Because she felt sorry for her master Liu Sansheng and the word "Jingyue" given to her by the old man.
"No, you're not."
Tang Jingyue's delicate body was limp, and she sat on the ground in a miserable state, screaming loudly: "Master is dead, he died fifteen years ago."
"We were raised and taught by him."
"They are his disciples and their children."
"He doesn't know how to deal with Kunlun, let alone deliberately attack his own disciples."
"You, you pretended to be my master and you deserve to die."
Liu Sansheng stretched out his hand to touch his chin and said without changing his expression: "I have a human skin mask on my face. Your cultivation level cannot see through it."
"But this green robe was sewn by Baiyou himself. You should still have an impression."
He rolled up his cuffs, revealing the gold embroidered words on the inside and said: "Two sets for the master, and each of you will have one set."
"For fear of getting confused, the girl embroidered the words on the sleeves with gold thread."
"Your set has the word "moon" embroidered on it, and mine has the word "teacher" embroidered on it."
Tang Jingyue bit her red lip and blood soaked her clothes. She smiled miserably and said: "I don't believe it, and I won't believe it even to my death."
"If you are really my master, do you dare to tear off your human skin mask and let me see your true face?"
"You dare?"
She struggled to get up, disregarding life and death and said: "Those who have died can die with their eyes in peace."
"My request is not too much, right?"
Liu Sansheng sighed helplessly: "Xiaoyue, your temper is still as stubborn as before."
