Chapter 1 Brother and Sister

  The little girl's mouth was waiting for her sister, Lu Chen had a connection with her, and it was that kind of "naked" connection. Even though Lu Chen had been fearless since childhood, when she saw this one, her heart couldn't help but feel a bit constrained.

  Murong Yuxi, Daoist name Huixi.

  "This name is really unlucky, inauspicious... " Lu Chen muttered to himself without making a sound, slowly lowering his head, thinking: "I should have brought a hat."

  "Master!" From afar, Murong Yu Xi waved at Lan Qing, then lightly tapped the tip of her foot on the flying sword, as if a willow catkin in the wind, and floated gently down to Lan Qing's side. With a flick of her jade finger, the flying sword obediently returned to its scabbard behind her back.

  This move was indeed beautiful, and all seven female disciples in the field, including Zuo Qinghe, were envious.

  The art of driving objects requires practicing internal energy for seven levels before one can master it.

  Murong Yuxi also saw Lu Chen, originally quiet as still water, her pretty face occasionally flashed with a sharp edge, apparently she still remembered the resentment of being seen by this silly boy outside the stream that day.

  Isn't this nonsense? Which good girl would not get angry if she was seen naked by a half-grown kid?

  Of course, Lu Chen did not see that fierce gaze, he only knew that at this time it was best not to raise his head, and also best if Murong Yu Xi didn't see him.

  Murong Yuxi's disguise was also good, as if he didn't recognize Lu Chen at all. He only took a glance and then said to Lan Qing, "Master Uncle, everything is ready, we can go."

  Lan Qing nodded slightly with her eyes narrowed and said, "Send the clothes to them, go out to the town to change into them, this time we will keep a low profile."

  Murong Yuxi responded with a sound, casually took out a package, opened it, and Lu Chen saw that inside were just some ordinary women's clothes. Murong Yuxi distributed the clothes one by one to the female disciples' hands, when she reached Lu Chen, she hesitated for a moment, then ignored him and retreated back to Lian Qing's side.

  On the other side, Ling Qing's voice rang out again: "This time you have entered the capital of Dazhou, you should change your Taoist robes."

  Saying that, Lan Qing looked at Lu Chen, then looked at Zuo Qinghua, and let out a soft sigh, saying: "Lu Chen..."

  "Uh... Master..." Lu Chen responded with a single word, still not lifting his head.

  "Your clothes are not ready, when you arrive at the town, prepare a set for yourself, ordinary ones will do."

  "Yes, Master Uncle." After thinking for a moment, Lu Chen said with difficulty: "But, Master Uncle, I... hehe, this..." He didn't finish speaking and instead deliberately patted his pocket, making a clear clinking sound.

  Lan Qing furrowed her brow, and indeed had no way to deal with this young man. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she gave Murong Yu Xi a glance.

  Murong Yuxi's face didn't look too good, but he still walked to Lu Chen's side, took out a package of silver and handed it over, saying: "Buy it yourself."

  At first, he hummed a lukewarm tone, then saw the disciples around him packing their clothes. Murong Yu Xi lowered his voice and said, "That thing, it's best not to mention it, otherwise, I won't forgive you."

  "Auntie, even if you ask me to say it, I won't say it." Lu Chen sighed inwardly and nodded slightly on the surface, which was equivalent to agreeing.

  With a loud call from Lian Qing, all the disciples followed him down the mountain to a small town at the foot of the mountain.

  Arriving in the small town, the female disciples found an inn to change their clothes. Lu Chen was no exception, deliberately choosing a plain long shirt to wear on his body, mainly to hide the Sleeve Cloud Arrow and put on the Ping Ding Four Directions Scarf. At this time, if he had a handheld fan, he would truly be considered a young master from a good family.

  It's just a bit dark.

  Coming out of the inn, the female disciples chattered and laughed non-stop, pointing at someone's figure and making subtle teasing remarks.

  Lu Chen looked at the chill that wouldn't stop: They say girls have spring in their hearts, and this aspect can't be faked. Everyone is in the age of blossoming flowers, taking off their Taoist robes, one by one, so beautiful and lovely. I estimate that if I weren't here, such subtle teasing might evolve into some kind of figure comparison contest.

  It's worth mentioning that although all the female disciples look good, when it comes to outstanding beauty, they still belong to Zuo Qinghe and Murong Yuhui. In casual conversation, Lu Chen finally got another identity of Murong Yuhui from Xiaoyao.

  The Princess of Zhou

  The Zhou is just a national title, and all the people of Great Zhou know that the current emperor's surname is Murong.

  For this, Lu Chen couldn't help but be slightly surprised again, thinking back to how he had seen the body of the Grand Zhou Dynasty's princess all over, and involuntarily shuddered: "Can't say it, saying it would cause trouble."

  Murong Yuxi didn't know what Lu Chen was thinking, and the occasional malicious glance he gave her was also well concealed. Still, Xiao Yaotou was a clever one, and once she discovered Murong Yuxi's slightly resentful gaze, she couldn't help but think of something.

  "Brother, don't you know Sister Huixi?" The little girl blinked her eyes, trying to pry something out of Lu Chen.

  "Ah~, I recognize you, hehe, as your brother, I have the Heavenly Eye, how could I not recognize such a beautiful sister? Alas, it's just that we can't communicate."

  "It's unbelievable." Zuo Qinghuan curled her lip in disbelief. Her gaze shifted to Murong Yuexi, and as she looked at the upper body that was even taller than hers, a flash of unprecedented defeat crossed the little girl's face, and she muttered: "Indeed bigger than mine."

  Zuo Qingwan's voice wasn't loud, but unfortunately Lu Chenlei was relatively close by and still managed to hear her: "What did you say?"

  "Nothing!" The little girl covered her mouth, and her pretty face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head, took a glance, and then quickly ran to join the group of female disciples.

  Lu Chen looked at Zuo Qinghua with a stunned expression, then shifted his gaze to Murong Yuexi, as if he had understood something.

  "Goodness, no way~" He spat out his tongue and Lu Chen didn't dare to think about it anymore. The beautiful woman bathing scene in his mind had already started to emerge, and if he continued like this, he would probably start bleeding from the nose again.

  "Damn it, what was I thinking?" He patted his head and walked to one side, pretending to admire the view, no longer speaking.

  A moment later, Lian Qing also walked out of the inn. Over thirty years old, Lian Qing wore a white noble long dress, her figure was enchanting and not comparable to those young and lively maidens. She was like an immortal who did not eat human fireworks, with a light cloud and gentle breeze, and still had charm. Beautiful, beautiful.

  Everyone had changed into their new clothes, and apart from the duster in Ling Qing's hand, no one could tell that these people were from a certain cultivation sect. It was as if a middle-aged noblewoman had brought her children and daughters-in-law on a sightseeing trip to the mountains.

  As for that dust, Ling Qing didn't intentionally conceal her identity. It's just that a Taoist nun with a group of young nuns wandering around the capital city would inevitably attract attention. She simply wanted to avoid those embarrassing gazes as much as possible.

  "Departure"