I'm useless, but my apprentices are all gods who protect others.

Kindness in his previous life had something to do with him.

I just remember that Tangxi Yue was just a white spirit fox, very weak.

Sheng Yi was drunk at the time and found a guest room to rest. When they first met, Tang Xiyue was caught and raped by several guests in the guest room. The guests were too impatient and accidentally broke into the guest room where Sheng Yi was.

It was too noisy for a few people to indulge in Yaoyi Yaoyao. Sheng Yi was so drunk that he fell into a daze and knocked those guests down with a sword.

Tang Xiyue ran away immediately after Sheng Yi took action. Unexpectedly, he was caught by someone with evil intentions not long after. He ran to Sheng Yi's room again. Sheng Yi, who was drunk and confused, was too noisy and threw his sword at her again.

After going back and forth, Tang Xi became more and more sophisticated and made a special trip to stay in her wing to spend the night.

Now that Sheng Yi thinks about it, he doesn't know how to describe that scene.

A beautiful young man is sleeping in front of you, and there are strangers lying on the ground behind you. If you hadn't checked their breathing to confirm that they were just passed out, Shenyi would have suspected that he had accidentally killed someone.

Before Tang Xiyue woke up, Sheng Yi had already left - the two had met but had not spoken.

At that time, Shengyi only had Zhu Ran as his apprentice. Shengyi still remembers how Zhu Ran scolded her openly and secretly when she returned that day. Since then, Shenyi has never been so drunk.

Later, Tangxi became more and more famous. Shengyi only knew that he had become the signature of Yueyuefang, and it was hard to buy him even a lot of money. Other than that, he didn't pay much attention to him.

When I came back three hundred years later, things were different and people were different, so I was quite happy to hear a familiar name.

Sheng Yi: "Who is the Mr. Tangxi you are talking about?"

Xiang Qingzhao: "It's Tangxi Yue. He used to be the sign of Yueyuefang. After he became the owner of Yueyuefang, he just waited to collect money and stopped seeing customers at all. You have to be willing to see him, otherwise no matter how rich you are, you won't be able to see him. Yeah, I'm the only one he has right now."

Shengyi looked at Xiang Qingzhao's arrogant face, clearly looking for praise. He curled his lips and smiled softly, and said along her lines: "Then you can meet him, it's really awesome."

Xiang Qingzhao touched his nose and said quite proudly: "Of course. If you want to see him at that time, you have to give money first, and then you can have the qualification to meet him with 100,000 spirit stones."

"After sending the money, you can only meet him once through the curtain. Whether you can continue to send him money later depends on whether he likes you and whether he is willing to take your money."

Sheng Yi saw that Tang Xi had become so familiar with Xiang Qingzhao and had always spent a lot of money, so he joked: "Miss Xiang is very generous."

Xiang Qingzhao started dancing: "I didn't spend a penny. I only met him once, and we hit it off and became good friends."

He said kindly: "That's indeed fate."

Xiang Qingzhao said mysteriously: "You can do it too! I guarantee that the three of us will have a lot in common!"

Before Sheng Yi could figure out what was going on, Xiang Qingzhao pulled her into the house. The faint scent of incense hit her face. Sheng Yi sniffed it and found that it smelled like the incense she had been used to burning in the house all her life.

There was a young man sitting in the room with a handsome face. His silky silver hair was held up by an exquisitely carved wooden hairpin, but several strands were missing, adding a bit of laziness and casualness. A pair of fox eyes were shining, seemingly Passionate, but actually ruthless. It’s been a hundred years since I last saw him. Compared to his youthful and alert appearance back then, he is a little more calm and indifferent.

Tang Xiyue was making tea when he heard the sound and raised his eyes. He just glanced at Sheng Yi lightly and had no intention of talking to her.

Sheng Yi was waiting for Xiang Qingzhao to introduce himself, but he heard Xiang Qingzhao shouting as if he had been beaten to death: "Sword Master's famous saying is!"

Sheng Yi was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect this to happen, but Tang Xiyue answered with a crooked eyebrow: "Holding the moonlight in hand, my heart is dedicated to the sword."

Shengyi: ...broken.

Didn't she say this casually when she came out of the Sword Tomb after getting the Moonlight Sword? Why did it become her famous saying?

Why did these two people say such embarrassing things as soon as they met...

Xiang Qingzhao pulled her to sit down happily and said to Tang Xiyue: "Yes, I remember it very well."

Tang Xiyue poured tea for Xiang Qingzhao and Sheng Yi, and said helplessly: "Do we have to say this every time we meet?"

The tea is a high-quality white tip tea, which coincidentally is exactly what Shenyi liked to drink in her previous life.

Sheng Yi looked at the steaming tea in the cup and fell into silence. She looked away and prepared to take a break. Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she saw the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall to the left of the screen, which turned out to be her handwriting.

Shangyi: Crazy.

Xiang Qingzhao replied carelessly: "I must say, this is our exclusive password!"

Tangxi glanced at Shengyi Yue: "Since it is exclusive, then she -"

Xiang Qingzhao: "I'm here just to introduce her to you. This is my junior sister Cheng Yin. She also likes Sword Master very much!"

Tangxi raised her eyebrows: "Really? How to prove it?"

Sheng Yi simply used this question to say directly: "The incense in your room and the tea you give us are all Jian Zun's preferences. Even the words on the wall were written by Jian Zun at a birthday party. Tea How do you know which kind of incense and incense she loves, and this word is..."

"You can know Jianzun's preferences by asking people who were close to her in the Qingjian Sect at that time. As for this calligraphy and painting, I bought it at an auction at a high price." Tang Xiyue answered patiently, and looked up with a kind look. They are much kinder:

"You know Sword Master quite well."

Sheng Yi: The Sword Lord is herself, can she not understand?

Shenyi looked at the words she scribbled on the wall and asked, "Is this valuable?"

Tang Xiyue nodded: "Yes. The authentic work of Sword Master has been sold for 500,000 spirit stones."

Sheng Yi: ...My eyes have been opened.