Chapter 76 Qingming Dai Liu
“Xiaoqing!” Xiaobai turned over and got off the horse.

When she saw Xiaoqing, she felt refreshed, the worries that had been weighing on her heart disappeared, and she felt relaxed all over.

“Sister!” Xiaoqing threw herself into Xiaobai’s arms.

She inhaled the scent of Xiaobai, as if to make up for what she had not inhaled today.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around Xiaobai’s slender waist, and she wished she could merge herself into Xiaobai’s body and never be separated!
The sisters hug each other, very harmonious.

“Those monks locked me up in the tower. Luckily, Master rescued me!”

Xiao Qing raised her head and said happily, “By the way, let me introduce Master to you. He is a very good man!”

She turned around excitedly.

However, there was no one on the steps of the Zen temple.

The fallen leaves floated onto the steps, and were picked up by the wind and flew into the unclear darkness.

Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment.

She shouted, “Master?”

The voice drifted away and no one responded.

“Sister, my master seems to be gone.”

Xiaoqing hugged Xiaobai’s waist, looking disappointed: “I wanted to introduce you to my master and ask you to become his disciple. My master has a strong background, and the monk even apologized to me!”

Xiaobai held Xiaoqing in his arms, and his warm palms stroked Xiaoqing’s back again and again, passing his body temperature to Xiaoqing.

She said gently: “Don’t talk about this for now, the most important thing is that you are okay.”

To her, nothing matters except that Xiaoqing and Xu Xian are by her side.

At this time, Xu Xian smiled and said, “My wife, let’s go home.”

Xiaobai nodded, she took Xiaoqing and Xu Xian’s hands, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

Xu Xian jumped on his horse.

Xiaobai sat behind Xu Xian, and Xiaoqing sat behind Xiaobai.

“go home!”

The white dragon horse carried the three people and went into the vast night.

Not long after they left, a small figure walked out of the darkness and stood at the steps of the Zen temple.

He was dressed in a white robe and held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand.

Although he has a child’s face, his expression is stern and his eyes are full of arrogance that looks down on everyone.

“monster!”

“Give me back my dog!”

For unknown reasons, rows of yellow-haired rats appeared on the eaves of the Zen temple like ghosts.

Some of them held bows and arrows, some held blowpipes, and without hesitation, they rushed over when they saw the little boy.

The little boy remained calm.

He held the three-pointed, double-edged sword across his body and spun it rapidly.

In an instant, silver light was like a fan!

The little boy danced with the three-pointed, double-edged sword with great vigor. The sound of metal clashing continued and many sparks flew in the air.

After a while, the yellow-haired mice stopped their attack.

They stared with their green eyes, staring intently at the person behind the silver light.

A cold snort came from the silver light.

The little boy stopped, stuck the three-pointed, double-edged knife into the ground with his backhand, and looked down at his body.

The white robe was soaked with blood, stained a shocking crimson.

His body was covered with wooden splinters, bone arrows, iron pieces, and all sorts of other things. His entire body was riddled with holes, and if he drank a mouthful of water, thousands of holes would flow out.

Blocked, but not completely.

The little boy’s face was as pale as gold paper, and he was holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, barely standing.

“Haha, that’s all.”

The yellow-haired mice looked at each other.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
There was another dense rain of arrows, and the little boy was covered with arrows, as if he was on a straw boat.

His body fell backwards.

Before it touched the ground, it turned into a gust of clear air, rolled up the three-pointed, double-edged sword, and rushed straight into the sky.

At this time, a big yellow-haired hand stretched out from the Zen temple.

Qingqi did not dodge or evade, but charged forward, easily making a bloody hole in the palm of the hand.

“Ah!” A scream was heard in the Zen temple.

Qingqi did not pursue the victory.

It slowly drifted towards the horizon, as if sleepwalking. After the misfortune the day before, today was Qingming Festival, and the Baoan Hall hung a sign for rest.

A gentle breeze blows on your face by the West Lake.

Xiaobai and Xiaoqing sat on the embankment, their bodies pressed tightly together, kicking the water with their delicate feet, laughing and playing, enjoying themselves so much.

Xu Xian stood under a willow tree not far away.

He raised his head, holding dozens of willow branches in his hands, and carefully selected the best one.

The leaves on the willow branches are of uniform size, and each one is emerald green.

He plaited the willow branches into a wreath.

“Ma’am, don’t move.”

He walked over to Xiaobai and sat down beside her, then put the willow ring on Xiaobai’s head with great care.

His fingers accidentally brushed the tip of Xiaobai’s ear.

Xiaobai smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed an alluring pink.

The emerald green willow leaves swayed, setting off her fair and rosy skin, making this pretty girl look even more pure and lovely than usual.

Xu Xian stared at it for a while before coming to his senses.

“If you don’t wear willow leaves during Qingming Festival, your beauty will turn into white hair.”

He held up Xiao Bai’s face and said sincerely, “My lady looks so pretty with the willow ring on. Even if Xi Shi were reborn, she would not be even a fraction as pretty as you.”

“Sir, you are so smooth-talking!”

Pink spread from the ears to the whole face. Xiaobai lowered her head shyly: “How can I be as beautiful as you say?”

Suddenly, Xiaoqing moved her face closer.

“Xu Xian has good vision!”

She put her face against Xiao Bai’s, rubbing it gently, squinting her eyes in comfort: “To be compared with my sister, you must at least be a fairy in heaven. No matter how beautiful a mortal woman is, she is not qualified to be compared with my sister!”

Every word comes from the heart, which makes people feel ashamed.

“Xiaoqing!” Xiaobai was so embarrassed that his face turned red and he was too embarrassed to look up.

At this time, Xiaoqing stared at the willow ring on Xiaobai’s head. She raised her chin and said, “Sister, your willow ring is so beautiful. I want it too!”

Xiaobai blushed.

She reached out and wanted to put the willow ring on Xiaoqing’s head.

Xiaoqing shook her head and showed a sly smile: “I don’t want the one written by Xu Xian, I want the one written by my sister!”

Xiaobai gave Xiaoqing a doting look.

“Okay, sister will weave it for you!”

She stood up, walked barefoot into the green grass, raised her snow-white neck, and moved the dense willow branches with her slender hands.

The willow branches sway like waves, as beautiful as a painting.

Xu Xian was stunned by what he saw.

Soon, Xiaobai came back with two willow branches.

Accompanied by Xu Xian and Xiao Qing, she kicked the cool lake water, smiling, and quickly made two exquisite willow wreaths.

Her hands are more dexterous than Xu Xian’s.

The willow wreaths are woven firmly and the willow leaves are more concentrated, swaying when the wind blows.

However, what she treasured most was the hat that Xu Xian had woven for her.

“Xiaoqing, this is yours.”

Xiaobai lifted Xiaoqing’s hair and put the willow ring on her with his own hands, positioning it just right.

“Sister, you are so nice to me!” Xiaoqing smiled foolishly with happiness.

The color green suits her perfectly, making her look full of vitality.

“Hehe, I’m pretty too.” She lowered her head and admired her reflection in the lake with great joy.

Xiaobai turned around.

“My lord.” She looked at Xu Xian lovingly. The love in her eyes was so soft and sweet that it almost melted Xu Xian.

Xu Xian smiled slightly.

He sniffed the fragrance on the tips of Xiao Bai’s hair and slowly lowered his head.

rustling —

There was a slight coolness on my forehead, a breeze blew over the lake, willow leaves fluttered, and love whispered.

Lower your head.

The lake reflects the swaying willow leaves and the happiness of three people.

(End of this chapter)