When I Abandoned the Protagonist

"Sister!"

Yan Miaomiao was still recognizing the spirit grass around the mountain gate, thinking that Su Ming embroidery would appear when she identified the first species.

But with just one mistake, I instantly forgot what I recognized and where I counted.

Because the elder sister of the Hundred Flowers Sect has such a charm. Even if Yan Miaomiao had seen the appearance of the heaven and earth spirit grass giving birth to consciousness and training in human form several times in Baihuazong, it is difficult to refuse the amazement every time she sees Su Mingxiu.

In terms of color, even the peony flower demon of the national color and heavenly fragrance can't compare to Su Ming's embroidered facial features. But those spirits did not have the awe-inspiring righteousness of a serious immortal cultivator like Su Mingxiu.

What's more... Compared with the bells and whistles of the other disciples, and her unruly and unruly mortal garden, Su Mingxiu herself has no habit of dressing up, and only wears a green and willow Walking in thin shirts.

Therefore, the demon is not as clear as her, and the rest of the practitioners are not as beautiful as her. This senior sister of the Hundred Flowers Sect is like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains that has been quenched with ice, and she is slicker than all the flower monsters, but because of this coldness, she is like a lake where ice and snow will melt, giving people a sense of icy beauty.

Even the wind blowing by her side seemed to be cooler.

Yan Miaomiao thought of the list of female immortals in the past hundred years assessed in Jiuzhou's experience and news, Su Mingxiu pressed the delicate and pretentious disciples of the Hehuan Sect, and Dengjue felt a little more relaxed, "I Just now I heard from Master that this training session was entrusted to you by the suzerain, and I was worried that you would not be able to answer the appointment due to lack of skills."

Besides, the master also told her not to be too playful, learn to be sensible, and help Su Mingxiu.

Thinking of this, Yan Miaomiao rubbed her nose a little embarrassed, and wanted to pretend to be generous and say that she would not go down the mountain today, but looking at the fireworks down the mountain from here, He didn't hesitate to say this for a while.

Su Mingxiu explained to her casually, so that the children would not even play with trepidation after going down the mountain, which would not be much interesting.

Yan Miaomiao really relieved the psychological burden, and the two went straight to the door of the sect. Because Yan Miaomiao was too young, she was not old enough for a mortal woman and a scorpion. Elder Han has just accepted such an apprentice, she is very precious, so she is not allowed to go out of the mountain at will on weekdays, lest she be unable to cope with danger.

—Even at the foot of the mountain gate of the Hundred Flowers Sect, it is impossible for any monsters to come to court death.

Su Mingxiu took off the waist card and waved it into the air, and saw a gap suddenly opened in the middle of the corridor with wisteria garlands not far away, and the disciples guarding on both sides were with them They greeted each other in turn, took back the waist card, and handed it to Su Mingxiu.

The mountain protection formation is now only in a defensive state. It cannot be accidentally entered by mortals, and it has no aggressiveness. To change it, it needs to be changed by the suzerain and the elders.

The moment Su Mingxiu went out, she did not forget to backhand an invisible sword energy into the formation from the corner. In the next second, she did not see any reaction from the formation. Even the disciples guarding the formation did not notice any alarm, and her eyes dimmed.

It turns out…

"Your nosy character is still the same as before." When Su Mingxiu followed Yan Miaomiao calmly and continued down the mountain, Tiandao suddenly said in her mind.

Her footsteps froze.

As if she knew that Su Mingxiu would not be able to say anything good. Before being slapped by her, Tiandao said in time, "You don't want the Hundred Flowers Sect to suffer in vain, and it is not difficult to change the fate of these innocent people. Now I will send you the first task: Tomorrow When Sword Sect Xiao Xingwei came with his disciple, he tried to tell him to notice the abnormality of the Hundred Flowers Sect formation (0/1)]

Xiao Xingwei?

I haven't heard this name for a long time. When Su Mingxiu mentioned Jianzong in Tiandao, he barely found the impression of such a person in the corner of his memory.

Oh, Jianzong's new generation of genius, also when she was imprisoned in the last life, the few people who believed that she did not collude with demons to destroy her own sect, nor kill her own teacher.

In the end, because Su Mingxiu was able to walk through the trial road of Jianzong, she begged Zongmen to protect her.

—If he hadn’t entered the ancient secret realm with Su Mingxiu once, and accidentally caught a strange evil, and wanted Su Mingxiu to detoxify with him, Su Mingxiu would be thinking of those When you are kind, you may be more warm to this name.

As if reading her icy mood, Tiandao said angrily, "Xiao Xingwei is an outstanding person in this world, born with Dao bones, destined to practice smooth sailing, wherever he goes, he is also the hero and the son of luck, It's not a grievance to match you. If you hadn't insisted on rejecting his pursuit, he wouldn't have fallen to that point in the end!"

…Where?

When Su Mingxiu didn't see anyone, it was a little hard to think about things later. For a long time, he could only think of a fog of blood and a picture of someone seriously injured. And the mess is thrown aside.

Only snorted in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Natural Dao Bone? Is it amazing?"

Who doesn't have one.

Being forced by her contempt and disdain, Tiandao felt that he vaguely had the internal injury feeling that she was so angry that she vomited blood in those small worlds, thinking that this should have gone through all kinds of hardships with the male protagonist , The heroine who finally stood at the top of the world together, has so much uniqueness and beauty that it bestows, but she does not have the self-consciousness of the heroine. Time and time again, she has a heart of compassion for the dead enemy who should not be affectionate. I felt the urge to vomit again.

He took off a very wild hairpin from the stall on the side of the road and stroked her hair twice.

"Miaomiao, this is for you."

The hairpin held by Su Mingxiu is unknown which loose cultivator made it, and a small illusion is attached to it. Spring is peach, summer is jasmine, autumn is golden osmanthus, and winter is red plum. After wearing it on the head, some petals will fall in a small area.

It is too fancy to wear to older girls, but it is a good design to coax children.

Yan Miaomiao happily took it over, not at all disgusting that this accessory, which is also regarded as a magic weapon, has no attack power at all. After looking carefully, I do not know why, suddenly I received it in the mustard bag around my waist.

Su Ming Embroidery: "?"

The stall owner who waited for a long time and didn't get the money: "?"

Both of them were stunned, Su Mingxiu took out the spirit stone with the eyes of the stall owner preparing to call the city guards, but did not forget to ask his little junior sister, "Miao Miao likes this hairpin?"

"I like it!" Yan Miaomiao nodded without hesitation.

"Then why don't you wear it?" This thing cost less than a hundred low-grade spirit stones in total, so it couldn't be cheaper.

Compared with Yan Miaomiao's armor that can defend and attack, it is not worth mentioning. Where did the response come from.

When she asked such a question, Yan Miaomiao was also stunned for a moment. After reacting, she couldn't help but look around, but she didn't see anything. In the end, she could only frown in confusion.

"Strange..."

"I always feel that the things that my big sister gave me are going to be stolen, and it seems that I have lost it many times. That's why I was so alert, but I just counted the mustard seeds in my bag. things, but the same thing.”

Originally, Su Mingxiu just asked casually, curious about her actions. But as she explained, her expression suddenly became a little weird.

—She suddenly remembered that in her first life, Yu Yinglan, the vinegar spirit, liked to pass the things she gave to others.

Immediately, she thought about it, and her consciousness spread out quietly, wanting to find the figure nearby that made her fascinated.

Another street.

Looking at the master in red who suddenly turned in the direction, several servants who had been following her asked in confusion: "Miss, why did you change the street? I didn't say that I wanted to shop. Some good things? The long street that can have loose cultivation is exactly the one just now."

Sui Yihuan put away the silver-faced lake light fan in his hand, thinking of the person he was inadvertently attracted to see, and the other party's act of giving the hairpin, his face sank: "Again I saw a person from the Acacia sect."

She said, "Unfortunate, divert."

The slaves remembered that their young lady followed the brothers to the small secret realm, and happened to meet the disciples of the Hehuan Sect. They all echoed, "That really should be changed."

However, the Cultivation Society should not be held until three days later. Did the Hehuan Sect from the Eastern Region come so early?

But... I heard that the Hehuan Sect has always been at odds with the Hundred Flowers Sect, maybe this is a new strategy that the Hehuan Sect came up with?

…Acacia?

A street away, Su Mingxiu thought of the remarks she had heard, and her expression changed. She looked up and down at her clothes, wondering how she resembled those peacocks.

Afterwards, she remembered that the Jiuzhou Continent was very popular because of the large acacia sect, and the male and female styles were especially popular, and she related to the hairpin she gave to the younger sister just now—

Ah this.

Tian Dao suddenly laughed loudly in her mind.

Su Ming embroidery also hosted this comprehension society in the last life. But because she wasn't late at the Lichun Hall, she didn't have this noon appointment with the younger sister. Her encounter with that person... was the first lesson she learned.

This time, with the mentality of compensating for the little junior sister, I didn’t expect to make such an impression on the other side by mistake.

Su Mingxiu laughed for a moment, and still did not leave the stall selling hairpins, but Yan Miaomiao was relieved and put the inexplicable thought behind her, and pulled Su Mingxiu to Baiwei Go upstairs.

"Sister, hurry up, this Baiweilou new product is limited to 200 servings every day, and we may not be able to eat it later."

Su Mingxiu subconsciously persuaded her, "Zongmen's usual meals are not bad..."

Speak.

She realized she was wrong.

The food tastes good is Jianzong, not Baihuazong. Sure enough, when Yan Miaomiao heard her words, her expression suddenly changed, she looked at her with the expression "Are you serious?", and then said to her in shock, "As long as we, Elder Yanling, always only pay attention to medicinal properties. You don’t pay attention to taste when you reconcile, you have the same temperament as managing the pantry and Cao Mu Tang, and the disciples don’t even go to Cao Mu Tang when they get injured and get sick outside. Senior Sister, do you think this meal is not bad?”

As she said that, her expression suddenly changed, "Wait, I suddenly remembered that the disciples in the sect always said that there is a mysterious person who eats three meals a day, and never dislikes the taste of the dining room. Senior Sister, that person is not you, is it?"

Su Ming Embroidery: “…”

"It's not me." She blankly dismissed the terrible guess.

Then Su Mingxiu remembered why her cooking skills in the previous worlds had advanced by leaps and bounds. It turned out to be an instinctive experience that was once imprinted in her soul.

Baiwei Lou.

Because the two of them don't come often, and the boxes are full at this time. So Su Mingxiu took the little junior sister to the next seat in the hall.

This is the case, because of the Hundred Flowers Zong emblem on their clothes, the seating is still the quietest and best place in the lobby.

Su Mingxiu ordered the meal from his junior sister, and didn't care what he wanted to eat, instead he kept looking outside the Baiwei Building.

A short while later, a stall was suddenly thrown up, and the stall owner's mourning fell with a wanton voice: "You dare to sell fake medicines at the door of Baihuazong, you are a lot of courage!"

At the same time, the sun was shining in the sky, but the golden light sprinkled on the door was cut by a flying silver light, and the silver swirled and flew back into the distance like an arc.

Su Mingxiu put his chin on one hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, the mole at the end of his eye became more and more distinct. She looked at the scenery outside the building grandly, but the diners in the building stopped their chopsticks in shock by her appearance.

When she saw the red robe falling like a scorching sun and a raging fire with a silver fan, standing in front of Baiwei Building, Su Mingxiu couldn't help sighing in her heart:

What a high-spirited and proud woman.

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She retracted her amazed gaze, and she thought casually of a fiery red phoenix falling from the sky, folded its wings, and stopped on a gold-inlaid ebony, with a gold chain on its claws. Show her gorgeous wings to her master, with her chin raised in a reserved manner.

As if recalling the feeling of something, Su Mingxiu twisted her fingertips and touched her neck subconsciously, but felt nothing.

Oops.

Want to raise.

She casually picked up the cup on the table, and by drinking this cool chrysanthemum-flower tea, she lowered the evil fire that rose inexplicably in her heart.

It's probably because the last world was too long.

Su Mingxiu asked at will, but when she did not find that she restrained her consciousness and eyes, Sui Yihuan heard the stall owner confidently say that she was covered by a backer and asked her to weigh it. When weighing his own strength, his gaze subconsciously followed the other party towards the building.

It was the first time I saw that too bright face.

She withdrew her gaze like an electric shock, inexplicably a little more upset, and the silver fan in her palm was even more murderous: "Oh, where is your backer?"