Hua Fernzi was very excited to get the Runyuan Pill. It seemed that it was just around the corner to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. He summoned a group of sisters from the demon clan and ordered: Sister Hua, I am going to go to seclusion and practice. Sisters, don’t disturb me. In the near future, you should not go out to rob the monks, so as not to cause trouble. Everything will be waiting for me to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and I will talk about it after I come out of seclusion.
When the girls heard this, if they did not rob the monks, wouldn’t they have no selves to be replenished? How can they improve their strength? However, no one dared to refute Hua Feizi, so they could only respond in unison: Follow the orders of Sister Hua, sisters should protect you and never take a step out of the female neon forest.
Hua Fern smiled like a flower, very proud. She floated into a wooden house with three-story attic and went to practice alone in seclusion.
Mo Qianyuan woke up and thought he was still in Hua Feizi's wooden house. Unexpectedly, he lay on the bed he knew. He was confused for a moment, and thought he had a nightmare. He hurriedly got up and asked Master Qiu. Then he learned that it was Jian Mèizhu who sent someone to rescue him from the devil's cave. He was very grateful and felt that she was so kind to her, and she was taking care of him like a relative.
Originally, Mo Qianyuan was smiling, but thought of something. He quickly raised his hand and saw that the mark in his palm turned gray. He was secretly whispered, and his hair stood up. He immediately used all his spiritual power and found that his spiritual power was not as great as before, even thinner than when he was at the peak of Qi refining. Suddenly, it was like a bolt from the blue and his mood fell to freezing point.
His eyes stared at his palms dumbly, and his lips trembled and muttered to himself: Me, me, I... am I going to be useless...
Master Qiu smiled, feeling a little gloating, and said: It's okay, anyway, you are only a second-level lower-level Yang Yuan, and now you have become a first-level inferior product, which is not much different.
What does it mean not much difference!Do you know, do you know that everything about me is ruined? Mo Qianyuan roared angrily. He had never disrespectful to Lord Qiu. His red eyes were full of anger, resentment, and sadness.
Thinking about what to do in the future, what to marry Liu Shengxiang and what to protect her beloved woman, Aunt Xiao, Sister Shui, and even Du Xinyun will all be vague.
The Master Qiu Hall saw that he dared to commit crimes and was so angry at him. However, when he thought of his first crime, he looked anxious again. He felt so uncomfortable that he almost burst into tears. He didn't know him as much as he did. He laughed coldly and threw his sleeves away.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Mo Qianyuan fell to the ground alone, motionless, and his mind was cumbersome. He actually had the idea of committing suicide. Of course, this was just a moment. The most important thing was to think about what to do in the future. If he really became a inferior Yang Yuan, the spiritual power in his body would not be able to support the moves in the Foundation Establishment Stage. He could only be a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage in this life.
Since when, Jane Mèi leaned against the side of the door frame not far away, bursts of jasmine fragrance drifted from her body, and her apricot eyes were staring at Mo Qianyuan who was sitting on the ground. Unexpectedly, he had not realized it at all, but stared at the ground dullly, and had never noticed Jane Mèi's existence at all.
After a long time, Jane Mèizhu opened her lips and said: Xiaoyuan...
Mo Qianyuan was stunned and thought it was Aunt Xiao because she was the only one who would call her that. When she looked up, she saw that the beautiful woman with a graceful look was Jane Mèi Zhu. She looked a little overcast and replied dejectedly: What's the matter?
I know your mood at this moment. I may never be able to improve my path to immortal cultivation. Why is that the same for me, Sister Zhu. I am only a second-level Yin Yuan in the lower grade. I have been practicing hard for nearly a hundred years, but I am still a foundation-building cultivator. It is ridiculous to say it, haha...
Hearing this, Mo Qianyuan was a little unbelievable. After all, looking at Jian Mèi Zhu's appearance, he was a beautiful woman with a charming appearance of up to 37 or 8 years old. She was only a low-grade Yin Yuan. Even a cultivator should have aging after practicing for a hundred years, but she maintained her appearance so charming. If she did not have the Yin Yuan foundation at the Nascent Soul stage or above, her figure and appearance would not match. She couldn't help but ask: Sister mèi Zhu, do you have any extraordinary skills? How could you still be so young after practicing the second-level Yin Yuan for a hundred years?
Sister, I have taken beauty pills and longevity pills for many years, otherwise I would have become an old woman.
Beauty pill and longevity pill?
Mo Qianyuan was shocked again. He heard the owner of Qiu talk about these two elixirs before, but to practice this elixir, not to mention that it would cost a lot of rare medicinal materials, just to refine one elixir, the amount of spirit stones required to invest as many as hundreds of thousands of times, which is not something that ordinary people can afford. However, Jian Mèi Zhu said that she had taken them for many years, and I really don’t know how she did it.
Didn’t you want to learn alchemy before?
Jian mèizhu woke up the dreamer with her words. It seemed that only the way to refine alchemy was his only way out. Only those who cultivate immortals dare not underestimate themselves. If they reach a certain level of attainment, even if they only have the cultivation level of Qi Refining Stage, it is not impossible to marry Liu Shengxiang. Just look at Jian mèizhu now. If you have the ability to refine alchemy, outsiders respect her.
I remembered Mo Duoduo again, a mortal, who can be one of the elders of the four major sects. Unfortunately, I wanted to accept myself as my disciple, but I rejected him. Now I can't regret it.
I think, I want to learn.Mo Qianyuan's eyes were firm and his heart became stronger again.
From tomorrow, don’t manage the medicinal materials with Master Qiu. Come to the third floor to learn the way of alchemy with me.
Are you willing to teach me?Mo Qianyuan was a little unbelievable.
Actually, I just understand the basics. Every day I will spend an hour teaching you some introductory methods, and everything else depends on you to study it yourself.
Life is so long, and the lifespan of those who practice immortals is even worse. If you are only eighteen years old, how can you waste your life because of setbacks? It is better to be braver than setbacks.
Mo Qianyuan calmed down his frustration and immediately knelt on the ground and bowed: Master is above, please accept a prayer from my disciple!
Jane mèizhu hurriedly went up to help him get up, but she had never accepted an apprentice. She blushed for a moment and said repeatedly: No, don't do this, you don't need to be a disciple, hurry up, get up quickly.
Mo Qianyuan stood up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled foolishly at Jian Mèizhu: Master, my disciple will learn alchemy from now on.
You, you, okay, let's just call me. I never thought I could have more apprentices, giggle wavy
Hey Wave
Jane Mèizhu smiled knowingly. Seeing that he was like a person who was fine again, she left alone with confidence. When she returned to the house, she sighed softly, not knowing whether her decision was right or wrong.
Because Mo Qianyuan was damaged in his cultivation, he never dared to see Lan Ting and Xiao and Shui Miaoxian again. First, he did not want to worry them, and second, he decided that he must have some attainments in alchemy, otherwise he would be the most useless useless person, and his cultivation was not as good as his own woman. How could he give them a future? Do you really have to make a living by yourself and rely on women to support him?
Since Mo Qianyuan was plundered, there have been two more guards around him from the Foundation Establishment Stage. He rarely goes out. At night, he lives with the Master Qiu in the courtyard side room of the Medicine Deposit. During the day, he goes to the third floor of the Yudan Pavilion to learn alchemy. Jian Mèizhu teaches each other all his money. As time goes by, his relationship gradually deepens. The master and apprentice are like a pair of siblings, often talking and laughing.
Five months later.
In the Baigu Cultivation School, in the Pixin Valley, in the green grass with a hundred flowers blooming, there is a green bamboo house. A mature woman with a charming charm pushed out the door, raised her tender jade fingers, covering her beautiful pretty face, blocking the sunlight that was transmitted from the clouds.
The naked jade feet moved lightly, twisted their plump and beautiful buttocks, dragged a bright red silk skirt, came to the bamboo pavilion not far away, and lay lazily on the reclining chair, lying on the slim waist, suddenly feeling comfortable all over, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of the moist mouth.
Well, the Waves haven't stretched out their muscles for almost a year, so I'll have a good rest for a few days.
Gu Qingxian has been in seclusion for a whole year, and it is time to come out and have some breath.
I never thought that Mo Duoduo didn't know how to know. In just two hours, I rushed to Pixin Valley from Xianyao Villa, and her younger brother, Gu Changying, came with her.
The two knew that Gu Qingxian had a vicious habit and stood far away and did not dare to get close.
Mo Duoduo stood on a crutch, raised his beard, and smiled with a pouting smile: Have you reached the peak of the early stage of the Void Refining Realm?
Gu Qingxian was a little annoyed at him. After a while of rest, the old man came to nag. After a while, he replied slowly: Yes..., she was still lying in the recliner, not getting up and looking back. All she left was her graceful back, her tone was very lazy, and she was full of reluctance.
Gu Changying smiled and said: In this way, he already has the strength to fight Lengloushan. I wonder what my sister is planning to continue to break through to the middle stage of refining Void Refining or come out.
The peak of the early stage of the Void Refining Realm is only a slight difference from the midst of the Void Refining Realm, so there is no need to wait any longer. If you want to break through the bottleneck, it can be as little as three to five years, or as much as decades. Qingxian doesn't want to wait any longer. It's time for my mother to avenge her mother. After taking the position of leader, I can also take my son to the Baigu Cultivation Sect, and there is no need to worry about anything else.
Gu Qingxian replied softly, his voice was gentle and gentle, like the sound of a piano knocking on his heart, very nice.
Well, Elder Mo and I started to arrange things, and many disciples were unable to bear it and took back the power of the Baigu Cultivation Sect at a date.
Well, I decided to set up an ambush in Danxia Valley to cover the formation. At that time, I only need to fight here and I will definitely defeat Lenglou Mountain in one fell swoop.Mo Duoduo touched his beard and said proudly.
You have arranged these messy trivial matters by yourself. Qingxian doesn’t want to listen to them, so let me take a break alone.Gu Qingxian interrupted Mo Duoduo's words.
OK, I won’t disturb my sister’s rest, I’ll leave now.
Mo Duoduo was very dissatisfied. Normal people should praise his talent after hearing this, but he didn't say much. He knew that Gu Qingxian was used to being cold and introverted, and always looked like he was keeping others thousands of miles away. He had long been accustomed to it, so he raised his hand to the distant mountaintop and saw a sedan chair flying from the top of the mountaintop. It was carried by Cang Yan Cang Bing, two immortal cultivators in the stage of the alchemy. Mo Duoduo got into the sedan chair and flew away from this place.
But Gu Changying did not leave. He bowed and said: There is another thing, I don’t know if I should say it.
What's the matter?
Gu Qingxian's attitude towards her younger brother was obviously better. It seems that the incident of Mo Duoduo letting her suck her son Yang Yuan had always made her feel thorny.
My nephew Mo Qianyuan is now in the hands of the poisonous woman Jian mèizhu.
What!You mean the woman raised by Lengloushan?
Hearing this, Gu Qingxian brushed up his red sleeves and turned around and jumped up. His jade feet were barefoot, and three thousand black hairs fluttered long. The red robe danced with the strong wind made a sound. His body was like a bright red butterfly, with a graceful and plump fleshy feeling, and had already fallen gracefully before Gu Changying. The peach blossoms stared at him with beautiful eyes, his delicate willow eyebrows frowned and frowned, and his beautiful face was filled with sorrow and resentment.
Gu Changying lowered her head and dared not speak.
Haven’t you promised your sister that she would take good care of him?How could he get into the hands of that evil man?
Gu Qingxian's angry look was also extremely beautiful. Her high and bulging plump breasts rose and fell sharply, and her white teeth nibbled her delicate and rosy red lips.
This matter was a bit tortuous, and it was told by the spy who was ambushed by Jane Mèizhu, otherwise I really wouldn't know.
In this way, it is your uncle who is incompetent.
Alas, I really blame me. I need to raise money everywhere to seize power and have no time to take care of him.
Forget it, if you don’t talk about this, can you let this spy rescue Mo Qianyuan?If I can't, I'll go and save myself.
Sister, you must not. You must not show your strength in the Void Realm, otherwise you will be alerted. Lengloushan will not be able to deal with it. I will arrange this matter and try to save him as much as possible. Even if you can't save it, Luo can get rid of Lengloushan first, and Mo Qianyuan will naturally be saved.
you!Alas, you, you really make my sister very upset. If I don’t bring him with me, I just worry that he will be involved in this matter. It would be fine if the seizure of power is successful. If it is defeated, he will suffer as well. I am just such a son, so don’t let something happen to him.
Well, I know, I will do my best to protect him.
Let me tell you about this kid. What friends have he made and what he did over the past year?It seems that Gu Qingxian still misses his son very much.
After hearing what my sister said, Gu Changying breathed a sigh of relief and told her about Mo Qianyuan’s recent whereabouts and experiences.
Gu Qingxian was so funny that she laughed frequently when listening to her son's interesting stories. It turned out that her son did not become a mortal because of being sucked into Yang Yuan, and had also broken through to the foundation-building stage. She was very pleased. It seemed that she hadn't been so happy for a long time.
On the second day, less than three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a pair of slightly rough hands. The nails were slightly yellowed and the blood vessels were raising the tendons. At a glance, you could tell that it was an old man's hand, twisting a piece of black and white paper. The letter read: Gu Qingxian has come out of seclusion, and the day of seizing power is imminent. You can implement the plan. There is another thing, be sure to rescue Mo Qianyuan!be sure!
The old man gritted his teeth with hatred. This man was eagle-nosed and harrier-eyed, and was thin. He was the leader of Yudan Pavilion. He was a spy arranged by Gu Changying to be with Jian Mèizhu. He has been cautious for many years and has never been exposed. He has gained Jian Mèizhu's trust.
When Mo Qianyuan took Hua Feizi away, he was so happy that he called it a great thing. He wished he could die tragically on the spot. He didn't want this young boy to break Gu Qingxian's plan to seize power. Now he wanted to sacrifice himself to save his life. He really didn't want to, but there was no way. If he didn't save him, he might cause trouble in the future. However, his cultivation was limited and there were many masters at the Yudan Pavilion. Then he thought, if he couldn't save him, he might as well kill him and end it all.
Yi Wanxin burned the letter and made up his mind to avoid the night of long dreams and prepared to do it tonight.
Late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fire to the sky.
Yi Wanxin wore a tight black dress, bowed her thin waist, squatted quietly in a corner of the eaves, listening carefully to Master Qiu's snoring. He was obviously asleep. He jumped down quietly, without making a sound, and sneaked into the house alone.
With the dim night, I was flipping through the boxes and cabinets, searching for something everywhere. Whenever I saw a book, I would open it and scan it quickly.
He muttered in his heart: Where did this old man Qiu hide the account book?
After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the account book I wanted. This was a task assigned by Gu Changying. I lurked beside Jian Mèizhu for many years. I have to find it at all costs today, because the account book records the medicinal materials transactions between Baigu Cultivation Sect and Yudan Pavilion. After taking it back and checking it with the accounts of Baigu Cultivation Sect, there was evidence of Lengloushan's personal pockets.
Yi Wanxin was really impatient. Thinking that the account would be hidden in the space bag of Lord Qiu's Hall, he quietly came to his sleeping couch with his eagle hook and sickle claws, with his sharp claws hooked across his neck.
Master Qiu felt a murderous intent and woke up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the eagle hook and sickle claws emitted a yellow golden light in the dark night, and it was so scared that he dared not move. How could he not recognize the treasure soldier of a thousand hearts? He said in a panic: Master Qi's?What are you doing?
Yi Wanxin, who was masked by black scarf, didn't bother him and asked coldly: Where is the account book?
You, what do you want the account book to do?
The hooked claws in Yi Wanxin's hand were close to his neck, and the tips of the claws touched his skin, and a trace of blood had already pierced. With a little force, he could cut his throat and asked again: Don't you say that!
Lord Qiu raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the bamboo basket hanging under the beam of the room. It turned out that it was all in front of him, but Yi Wanxin did not notice it.
But Yi Wanxin had woken up Master Qiu, so naturally he could not keep him alive. Otherwise, the people in Yudan Pavilion would be shocked and he would die. His technique was astonishingly fast. The eagle hook and sickle claws pulled down, Master Qiu's throat was immediately cut, and his left hand immediately covered his mouth, preventing him from making any sound. A large stream of blood rushed out of his neck, flowing from the bed to the ground. The scene was very terrifying.
Yi Wanxin wiped his bloody hands with the bed sheet, as if he had just slaughtered a livestock. He was in a hurry to get the account book in the bamboo basket hanging on the beam, opened it and took a rough look, and decisively put it into the space bag.
Just as Yi Wanxin walked out of the room of Master Qiu, Mo Qianyuan happened to walk out of the house with a lantern.
Mo Qianyuan heard some strange movements in the next room, so he got up and took a look. He never thought that he would meet a man in black covered in blood. He was walking out of the room of Master Qiu. The two of them were several feet apart and looking at each other from afar.
Before Mo Qianyuan was panicked, Yi Wanxin took the lead in pulling down the cover and said softly: Don’t shout, it’s me, the master of the strange hall.
Mo Qianyuan shivered. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he didn't know if he was injured or stained with other people's blood. He didn't see Master Qiu's humming, so he asked: Yi, Master Yi, why are you here late at night?
Yi Wanxin took a step forward, and Mo Qianyuan subconsciously took a step back.
Don’t be afraid, I was sent by your mother Gu Qingxian, and she ordered me to take you back to Baigu Cultivation Sect.
Mo Qianyuan stared at him vigilantly, how dare he believe his nonsense? Usually, Yi Wanxin disliked himself the most, but suddenly said these words. A Fengying Sword was secretly transformed into his hands, and his eyes swept around. He wanted to escape immediately, and said: My mother?She never cared about me, so why did she suddenly ask you to take me away? Why didn't she come?
Haha, this is a long story, please listen to me explain it to you.Yi Wanxin said as he stepped forward a few more steps.
Mo Qianyuan retreated back into the house and said in panic: No, don’t come over, just talk outside the house if you have anything.
But how could Yi Wanxin talk nonsense to him? The account book has already succeeded and killed the Lord Qiu Hall again. Naturally, this place cannot be kept for a long time. Mo Qianyuan was forced to retreat into the house. He was unable to fly. He smiled evilly. He was determined to kill again. The golden light hooked his claws and turned into his hands. He suddenly threw his claws at Mo Qianyuan like an eagle rushing to eat.
Mo Qianyuan was naturally not stupid. Of course, his room was the most familiar. He retreated to a corner of the house. The closed window was just beside him. The window was not tied up, but was just a false cover. Seeing Yi Wanxin lifting his treasure soldier, he naturally wanted to kill him to silence him. He jumped out and grabbed the window and ran away. While running, he shouted: There is an assassin!There are assassins!
Suddenly, the people in the Yudan Tower were awakened. Yi Wanxin failed with a move and did not dare to stay for a long time. He immediately jumped into the eaves and left a sentence before leaving: Mo Qianyuan, be careful of the simple beads, so-called to recognize people, but not the heart!
After saying that, the figure disappeared without a trace.
Mo Qianyuan stood there stupidly, looking at the night sky where Yi Wanxin left, thinking about the meaning of his words just now.
In a blink of an eye, I saw Jane Mèi Zhu the first to rush out of the attic, with her shoulders half covered and her hair a little messy. I could see that she was worried about her safety, so she was too hasty when she came out, so she didn't even have time to tidy up her clothes.
Jane Mèizhu pulled her tilted clothes and asked with concern: What's wrong, disciple?
The master of the alien hall was about to kill me just now, but he ran away from that direction.Mo Qianyuan pointed to the south night sky and replied.
From time to time, someone followed him out of the attic, and someone said: What nonsense are you talking about? Why should the master of the alien hall kill you!
Jian mèizhu sniffed his nose and said: What a big smell of blood, has the Lord Qiu been killed?
Everyone quickly walked into the house of Master Qiu, and found that his miserable state could not be seen directly. The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, and was shocked.
This incident alarmed all the elders in charge of the Yudan Pavilion. Zhang Ninghua went forward to investigate the wound of the Lord Qiu Hall. He found three claw marks on his neck to his chest. He was really injured by the treasure soldier of Yi Wanxin. He firmly believed in what Mo Qianyuan said.
how?An elder asked.
It's really awesome.Chang Ninghua replied, his face that he always kept a smile, and at this time he became cold and ruthless.
not good!Jane Mèizhu exclaimed and continued: Help us find out if the account book is still there.
Mo Qianyuan naturally knew where the account book was often placed. Seeing that the hanging bamboo basket had been thrown aside, he interrupted and said: The account book should have been taken away by him, and he usually put it in this bamboo basket.
Jian Mèizhu and Zhang Ninghua looked at each other. Without saying a word, Zhang Ninghua immediately flew out of the house and went to chase the escaped Yi Wanxin.
That night, almost all the people in Yudan Pavilion had not fallen asleep.
Mo Qianyuan looked at the body of Master Qiu being carried out of the house. Although he had not had a deep relationship with him, he had been together for so long and was inexplicably depressed. He wondered whether it was a pity for Master Qiu's death or a sudden blow to his heart. Jian mèizhu had an irreplaceable position in his heart. It was not a relationship between men and women, but made him feel a kind of family affection and did not want to be interfered with by someone else's words.
At three o'clock in the evening, in the meeting hall on the second floor of the Yudan Pavilion, Jian Mèizhu and a group of elders sat around the table to discuss the sudden incident tonight.
An elder said: Since the poster is not here, this is the case, we can only discuss a countermeasure ourselves.
Alas, the author has been seeing the dragon head but not seeing the tail for many years, and I don’t know where I have traveled again. I haven’t seen him in almost two years.
It’s not the first day that you met the poster. If something goes wrong, he will show up.
Today, when the owner of the Qiu Hall died, the other person in charge of the medicinal materials should be taken responsibility.
I think Mo Qianyuan is fine. He has been doing it for more than half a year, so he should be able to make perfect.
No, how could he, a young boy, take responsibility for such an important task?
Recruiting Master Huang back. She has been branching all year round. Didn’t she want to go back to Qiluo City for a long time?
Well, I think it's OK.
Then it was decided, and then there was a lot of thoughts. Although we didn't know why he wanted to steal the account book, if he killed the Lord Qiu, he would be punished by the Yudan Tower.
Well, this is natural.
Several elders looked at Jian mèizhu one after another, because Yi Wanxin came with her back then, but no one dared to make this clear.
Tomorrow morning, Deacon Lao Jian will go to the city lord's mansion to pay some rewards for his head.
OK, but I have a suggestion below: Can Mo Qianyuan be allowed to live on the second floor of the Yudan Pavilion? I am worried that Yi Wanxin will come to him for trouble.
Jane Mèi Zhu replied, thinking in her heart that Gu Changying might even send someone to search Mo Qianyuan. Just in case, it would be best to let him live on the second floor, after all, there are many masters on the second floor.
This... seems a bit unruly. The people living on the second floor must be deacons at least.
Then I will promote him to a deacon, it is not in accordance with the rules.Jane Mèizhu frowned, slightly unhappy.
Haha, Deacon Jian is really joking. Mo Qianyuan has never made any contribution to the Imperial Dan Tower, and he is not as good as other servants from his early years in terms of qualifications. Although the poster did have an explanation and needs more care for you, we try our best to obey the rules, but we can't do this.
Someone immediately smoothed out and said: I don’t think so. Let Mo Qianyuan live on the second floor for the time being. The deacon cannot be promoted, unless the poster comes back, it depends on how he decides.
That's good.Jane Mèizhu agreed immediately.
The elders didn't say much. Jane Mèizhu had an extraordinary relationship with the owner, and it seemed to involve the interests of the Yudan Tower, so it would not disobey her intentions too much.
On the second day, as Jian Mèi Zhu wished, Mo Qianyuan lived on the second floor of the Yudan Pavilion, met with many elders and masters, and never touched the medicinal materials again, and focused on learning the way of alchemy on the third floor.
In the past five months, he has achieved a small success in the way of alchemy. It is no problem to refine ordinary elixirs such as Yuchun Pill. However, he has not been close to carnal desire and has never looked for Aunt Xiao and Shui Miaoxian. It is not that he is indifferent and has no righteousness. He is really suffering. If he has lost Yang Yuan's Qi Refining Cultivator, if he has not achieved anything, he will definitely be looked down upon by them.
Lan Tingxiao was also suffering from lovesickness. Whenever she went to the Imperial Dan Tower to find Mo Qianyuan, she was blocked by the maid outside the building and could not see him. Fortunately, she occasionally sent someone to send some letters to tell her about her condition. It turned out that she was practicing the method of alchemy, which was inconvenient to disturb her. Then she felt relieved. When she was lonely, she would have a taboo lily love with Shui Miaoxian, and her life was still acceptable.
Xiao Yanfeng from Zhenbei City opened a letter, and Liu Ruomei from Xuanyu Sect also opened a letter, with only four big words written on the black and white words: August 8th. Nothing else was written. Those who understand naturally understood it. It was only four days before August 8th.
When the girls heard this, if they did not rob the monks, wouldn’t they have no selves to be replenished? How can they improve their strength? However, no one dared to refute Hua Feizi, so they could only respond in unison: Follow the orders of Sister Hua, sisters should protect you and never take a step out of the female neon forest.
Hua Fern smiled like a flower, very proud. She floated into a wooden house with three-story attic and went to practice alone in seclusion.
Mo Qianyuan woke up and thought he was still in Hua Feizi's wooden house. Unexpectedly, he lay on the bed he knew. He was confused for a moment, and thought he had a nightmare. He hurriedly got up and asked Master Qiu. Then he learned that it was Jian Mèizhu who sent someone to rescue him from the devil's cave. He was very grateful and felt that she was so kind to her, and she was taking care of him like a relative.
Originally, Mo Qianyuan was smiling, but thought of something. He quickly raised his hand and saw that the mark in his palm turned gray. He was secretly whispered, and his hair stood up. He immediately used all his spiritual power and found that his spiritual power was not as great as before, even thinner than when he was at the peak of Qi refining. Suddenly, it was like a bolt from the blue and his mood fell to freezing point.
His eyes stared at his palms dumbly, and his lips trembled and muttered to himself: Me, me, I... am I going to be useless...
Master Qiu smiled, feeling a little gloating, and said: It's okay, anyway, you are only a second-level lower-level Yang Yuan, and now you have become a first-level inferior product, which is not much different.
What does it mean not much difference!Do you know, do you know that everything about me is ruined? Mo Qianyuan roared angrily. He had never disrespectful to Lord Qiu. His red eyes were full of anger, resentment, and sadness.
Thinking about what to do in the future, what to marry Liu Shengxiang and what to protect her beloved woman, Aunt Xiao, Sister Shui, and even Du Xinyun will all be vague.
The Master Qiu Hall saw that he dared to commit crimes and was so angry at him. However, when he thought of his first crime, he looked anxious again. He felt so uncomfortable that he almost burst into tears. He didn't know him as much as he did. He laughed coldly and threw his sleeves away.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Mo Qianyuan fell to the ground alone, motionless, and his mind was cumbersome. He actually had the idea of committing suicide. Of course, this was just a moment. The most important thing was to think about what to do in the future. If he really became a inferior Yang Yuan, the spiritual power in his body would not be able to support the moves in the Foundation Establishment Stage. He could only be a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage in this life.
Since when, Jane Mèi leaned against the side of the door frame not far away, bursts of jasmine fragrance drifted from her body, and her apricot eyes were staring at Mo Qianyuan who was sitting on the ground. Unexpectedly, he had not realized it at all, but stared at the ground dullly, and had never noticed Jane Mèi's existence at all.
After a long time, Jane Mèizhu opened her lips and said: Xiaoyuan...
Mo Qianyuan was stunned and thought it was Aunt Xiao because she was the only one who would call her that. When she looked up, she saw that the beautiful woman with a graceful look was Jane Mèi Zhu. She looked a little overcast and replied dejectedly: What's the matter?
I know your mood at this moment. I may never be able to improve my path to immortal cultivation. Why is that the same for me, Sister Zhu. I am only a second-level Yin Yuan in the lower grade. I have been practicing hard for nearly a hundred years, but I am still a foundation-building cultivator. It is ridiculous to say it, haha...
Hearing this, Mo Qianyuan was a little unbelievable. After all, looking at Jian Mèi Zhu's appearance, he was a beautiful woman with a charming appearance of up to 37 or 8 years old. She was only a low-grade Yin Yuan. Even a cultivator should have aging after practicing for a hundred years, but she maintained her appearance so charming. If she did not have the Yin Yuan foundation at the Nascent Soul stage or above, her figure and appearance would not match. She couldn't help but ask: Sister mèi Zhu, do you have any extraordinary skills? How could you still be so young after practicing the second-level Yin Yuan for a hundred years?
Sister, I have taken beauty pills and longevity pills for many years, otherwise I would have become an old woman.
Beauty pill and longevity pill?
Mo Qianyuan was shocked again. He heard the owner of Qiu talk about these two elixirs before, but to practice this elixir, not to mention that it would cost a lot of rare medicinal materials, just to refine one elixir, the amount of spirit stones required to invest as many as hundreds of thousands of times, which is not something that ordinary people can afford. However, Jian Mèi Zhu said that she had taken them for many years, and I really don’t know how she did it.
Didn’t you want to learn alchemy before?
Jian mèizhu woke up the dreamer with her words. It seemed that only the way to refine alchemy was his only way out. Only those who cultivate immortals dare not underestimate themselves. If they reach a certain level of attainment, even if they only have the cultivation level of Qi Refining Stage, it is not impossible to marry Liu Shengxiang. Just look at Jian mèizhu now. If you have the ability to refine alchemy, outsiders respect her.
I remembered Mo Duoduo again, a mortal, who can be one of the elders of the four major sects. Unfortunately, I wanted to accept myself as my disciple, but I rejected him. Now I can't regret it.
I think, I want to learn.Mo Qianyuan's eyes were firm and his heart became stronger again.
From tomorrow, don’t manage the medicinal materials with Master Qiu. Come to the third floor to learn the way of alchemy with me.
Are you willing to teach me?Mo Qianyuan was a little unbelievable.
Actually, I just understand the basics. Every day I will spend an hour teaching you some introductory methods, and everything else depends on you to study it yourself.
Life is so long, and the lifespan of those who practice immortals is even worse. If you are only eighteen years old, how can you waste your life because of setbacks? It is better to be braver than setbacks.
Mo Qianyuan calmed down his frustration and immediately knelt on the ground and bowed: Master is above, please accept a prayer from my disciple!
Jane mèizhu hurriedly went up to help him get up, but she had never accepted an apprentice. She blushed for a moment and said repeatedly: No, don't do this, you don't need to be a disciple, hurry up, get up quickly.
Mo Qianyuan stood up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled foolishly at Jian Mèizhu: Master, my disciple will learn alchemy from now on.
You, you, okay, let's just call me. I never thought I could have more apprentices, giggle wavy
Hey Wave
Jane Mèizhu smiled knowingly. Seeing that he was like a person who was fine again, she left alone with confidence. When she returned to the house, she sighed softly, not knowing whether her decision was right or wrong.
Because Mo Qianyuan was damaged in his cultivation, he never dared to see Lan Ting and Xiao and Shui Miaoxian again. First, he did not want to worry them, and second, he decided that he must have some attainments in alchemy, otherwise he would be the most useless useless person, and his cultivation was not as good as his own woman. How could he give them a future? Do you really have to make a living by yourself and rely on women to support him?
Since Mo Qianyuan was plundered, there have been two more guards around him from the Foundation Establishment Stage. He rarely goes out. At night, he lives with the Master Qiu in the courtyard side room of the Medicine Deposit. During the day, he goes to the third floor of the Yudan Pavilion to learn alchemy. Jian Mèizhu teaches each other all his money. As time goes by, his relationship gradually deepens. The master and apprentice are like a pair of siblings, often talking and laughing.
Five months later.
In the Baigu Cultivation School, in the Pixin Valley, in the green grass with a hundred flowers blooming, there is a green bamboo house. A mature woman with a charming charm pushed out the door, raised her tender jade fingers, covering her beautiful pretty face, blocking the sunlight that was transmitted from the clouds.
The naked jade feet moved lightly, twisted their plump and beautiful buttocks, dragged a bright red silk skirt, came to the bamboo pavilion not far away, and lay lazily on the reclining chair, lying on the slim waist, suddenly feeling comfortable all over, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of the moist mouth.
Well, the Waves haven't stretched out their muscles for almost a year, so I'll have a good rest for a few days.
Gu Qingxian has been in seclusion for a whole year, and it is time to come out and have some breath.
I never thought that Mo Duoduo didn't know how to know. In just two hours, I rushed to Pixin Valley from Xianyao Villa, and her younger brother, Gu Changying, came with her.
The two knew that Gu Qingxian had a vicious habit and stood far away and did not dare to get close.
Mo Duoduo stood on a crutch, raised his beard, and smiled with a pouting smile: Have you reached the peak of the early stage of the Void Refining Realm?
Gu Qingxian was a little annoyed at him. After a while of rest, the old man came to nag. After a while, he replied slowly: Yes..., she was still lying in the recliner, not getting up and looking back. All she left was her graceful back, her tone was very lazy, and she was full of reluctance.
Gu Changying smiled and said: In this way, he already has the strength to fight Lengloushan. I wonder what my sister is planning to continue to break through to the middle stage of refining Void Refining or come out.
The peak of the early stage of the Void Refining Realm is only a slight difference from the midst of the Void Refining Realm, so there is no need to wait any longer. If you want to break through the bottleneck, it can be as little as three to five years, or as much as decades. Qingxian doesn't want to wait any longer. It's time for my mother to avenge her mother. After taking the position of leader, I can also take my son to the Baigu Cultivation Sect, and there is no need to worry about anything else.
Gu Qingxian replied softly, his voice was gentle and gentle, like the sound of a piano knocking on his heart, very nice.
Well, Elder Mo and I started to arrange things, and many disciples were unable to bear it and took back the power of the Baigu Cultivation Sect at a date.
Well, I decided to set up an ambush in Danxia Valley to cover the formation. At that time, I only need to fight here and I will definitely defeat Lenglou Mountain in one fell swoop.Mo Duoduo touched his beard and said proudly.
You have arranged these messy trivial matters by yourself. Qingxian doesn’t want to listen to them, so let me take a break alone.Gu Qingxian interrupted Mo Duoduo's words.
OK, I won’t disturb my sister’s rest, I’ll leave now.
Mo Duoduo was very dissatisfied. Normal people should praise his talent after hearing this, but he didn't say much. He knew that Gu Qingxian was used to being cold and introverted, and always looked like he was keeping others thousands of miles away. He had long been accustomed to it, so he raised his hand to the distant mountaintop and saw a sedan chair flying from the top of the mountaintop. It was carried by Cang Yan Cang Bing, two immortal cultivators in the stage of the alchemy. Mo Duoduo got into the sedan chair and flew away from this place.
But Gu Changying did not leave. He bowed and said: There is another thing, I don’t know if I should say it.
What's the matter?
Gu Qingxian's attitude towards her younger brother was obviously better. It seems that the incident of Mo Duoduo letting her suck her son Yang Yuan had always made her feel thorny.
My nephew Mo Qianyuan is now in the hands of the poisonous woman Jian mèizhu.
What!You mean the woman raised by Lengloushan?
Hearing this, Gu Qingxian brushed up his red sleeves and turned around and jumped up. His jade feet were barefoot, and three thousand black hairs fluttered long. The red robe danced with the strong wind made a sound. His body was like a bright red butterfly, with a graceful and plump fleshy feeling, and had already fallen gracefully before Gu Changying. The peach blossoms stared at him with beautiful eyes, his delicate willow eyebrows frowned and frowned, and his beautiful face was filled with sorrow and resentment.
Gu Changying lowered her head and dared not speak.
Haven’t you promised your sister that she would take good care of him?How could he get into the hands of that evil man?
Gu Qingxian's angry look was also extremely beautiful. Her high and bulging plump breasts rose and fell sharply, and her white teeth nibbled her delicate and rosy red lips.
This matter was a bit tortuous, and it was told by the spy who was ambushed by Jane Mèizhu, otherwise I really wouldn't know.
In this way, it is your uncle who is incompetent.
Alas, I really blame me. I need to raise money everywhere to seize power and have no time to take care of him.
Forget it, if you don’t talk about this, can you let this spy rescue Mo Qianyuan?If I can't, I'll go and save myself.
Sister, you must not. You must not show your strength in the Void Realm, otherwise you will be alerted. Lengloushan will not be able to deal with it. I will arrange this matter and try to save him as much as possible. Even if you can't save it, Luo can get rid of Lengloushan first, and Mo Qianyuan will naturally be saved.
you!Alas, you, you really make my sister very upset. If I don’t bring him with me, I just worry that he will be involved in this matter. It would be fine if the seizure of power is successful. If it is defeated, he will suffer as well. I am just such a son, so don’t let something happen to him.
Well, I know, I will do my best to protect him.
Let me tell you about this kid. What friends have he made and what he did over the past year?It seems that Gu Qingxian still misses his son very much.
After hearing what my sister said, Gu Changying breathed a sigh of relief and told her about Mo Qianyuan’s recent whereabouts and experiences.
Gu Qingxian was so funny that she laughed frequently when listening to her son's interesting stories. It turned out that her son did not become a mortal because of being sucked into Yang Yuan, and had also broken through to the foundation-building stage. She was very pleased. It seemed that she hadn't been so happy for a long time.
On the second day, less than three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a pair of slightly rough hands. The nails were slightly yellowed and the blood vessels were raising the tendons. At a glance, you could tell that it was an old man's hand, twisting a piece of black and white paper. The letter read: Gu Qingxian has come out of seclusion, and the day of seizing power is imminent. You can implement the plan. There is another thing, be sure to rescue Mo Qianyuan!be sure!
The old man gritted his teeth with hatred. This man was eagle-nosed and harrier-eyed, and was thin. He was the leader of Yudan Pavilion. He was a spy arranged by Gu Changying to be with Jian Mèizhu. He has been cautious for many years and has never been exposed. He has gained Jian Mèizhu's trust.
When Mo Qianyuan took Hua Feizi away, he was so happy that he called it a great thing. He wished he could die tragically on the spot. He didn't want this young boy to break Gu Qingxian's plan to seize power. Now he wanted to sacrifice himself to save his life. He really didn't want to, but there was no way. If he didn't save him, he might cause trouble in the future. However, his cultivation was limited and there were many masters at the Yudan Pavilion. Then he thought, if he couldn't save him, he might as well kill him and end it all.
Yi Wanxin burned the letter and made up his mind to avoid the night of long dreams and prepared to do it tonight.
Late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fire to the sky.
Yi Wanxin wore a tight black dress, bowed her thin waist, squatted quietly in a corner of the eaves, listening carefully to Master Qiu's snoring. He was obviously asleep. He jumped down quietly, without making a sound, and sneaked into the house alone.
With the dim night, I was flipping through the boxes and cabinets, searching for something everywhere. Whenever I saw a book, I would open it and scan it quickly.
He muttered in his heart: Where did this old man Qiu hide the account book?
After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the account book I wanted. This was a task assigned by Gu Changying. I lurked beside Jian Mèizhu for many years. I have to find it at all costs today, because the account book records the medicinal materials transactions between Baigu Cultivation Sect and Yudan Pavilion. After taking it back and checking it with the accounts of Baigu Cultivation Sect, there was evidence of Lengloushan's personal pockets.
Yi Wanxin was really impatient. Thinking that the account would be hidden in the space bag of Lord Qiu's Hall, he quietly came to his sleeping couch with his eagle hook and sickle claws, with his sharp claws hooked across his neck.
Master Qiu felt a murderous intent and woke up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the eagle hook and sickle claws emitted a yellow golden light in the dark night, and it was so scared that he dared not move. How could he not recognize the treasure soldier of a thousand hearts? He said in a panic: Master Qi's?What are you doing?
Yi Wanxin, who was masked by black scarf, didn't bother him and asked coldly: Where is the account book?
You, what do you want the account book to do?
The hooked claws in Yi Wanxin's hand were close to his neck, and the tips of the claws touched his skin, and a trace of blood had already pierced. With a little force, he could cut his throat and asked again: Don't you say that!
Lord Qiu raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the bamboo basket hanging under the beam of the room. It turned out that it was all in front of him, but Yi Wanxin did not notice it.
But Yi Wanxin had woken up Master Qiu, so naturally he could not keep him alive. Otherwise, the people in Yudan Pavilion would be shocked and he would die. His technique was astonishingly fast. The eagle hook and sickle claws pulled down, Master Qiu's throat was immediately cut, and his left hand immediately covered his mouth, preventing him from making any sound. A large stream of blood rushed out of his neck, flowing from the bed to the ground. The scene was very terrifying.
Yi Wanxin wiped his bloody hands with the bed sheet, as if he had just slaughtered a livestock. He was in a hurry to get the account book in the bamboo basket hanging on the beam, opened it and took a rough look, and decisively put it into the space bag.
Just as Yi Wanxin walked out of the room of Master Qiu, Mo Qianyuan happened to walk out of the house with a lantern.
Mo Qianyuan heard some strange movements in the next room, so he got up and took a look. He never thought that he would meet a man in black covered in blood. He was walking out of the room of Master Qiu. The two of them were several feet apart and looking at each other from afar.
Before Mo Qianyuan was panicked, Yi Wanxin took the lead in pulling down the cover and said softly: Don’t shout, it’s me, the master of the strange hall.
Mo Qianyuan shivered. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he didn't know if he was injured or stained with other people's blood. He didn't see Master Qiu's humming, so he asked: Yi, Master Yi, why are you here late at night?
Yi Wanxin took a step forward, and Mo Qianyuan subconsciously took a step back.
Don’t be afraid, I was sent by your mother Gu Qingxian, and she ordered me to take you back to Baigu Cultivation Sect.
Mo Qianyuan stared at him vigilantly, how dare he believe his nonsense? Usually, Yi Wanxin disliked himself the most, but suddenly said these words. A Fengying Sword was secretly transformed into his hands, and his eyes swept around. He wanted to escape immediately, and said: My mother?She never cared about me, so why did she suddenly ask you to take me away? Why didn't she come?
Haha, this is a long story, please listen to me explain it to you.Yi Wanxin said as he stepped forward a few more steps.
Mo Qianyuan retreated back into the house and said in panic: No, don’t come over, just talk outside the house if you have anything.
But how could Yi Wanxin talk nonsense to him? The account book has already succeeded and killed the Lord Qiu Hall again. Naturally, this place cannot be kept for a long time. Mo Qianyuan was forced to retreat into the house. He was unable to fly. He smiled evilly. He was determined to kill again. The golden light hooked his claws and turned into his hands. He suddenly threw his claws at Mo Qianyuan like an eagle rushing to eat.
Mo Qianyuan was naturally not stupid. Of course, his room was the most familiar. He retreated to a corner of the house. The closed window was just beside him. The window was not tied up, but was just a false cover. Seeing Yi Wanxin lifting his treasure soldier, he naturally wanted to kill him to silence him. He jumped out and grabbed the window and ran away. While running, he shouted: There is an assassin!There are assassins!
Suddenly, the people in the Yudan Tower were awakened. Yi Wanxin failed with a move and did not dare to stay for a long time. He immediately jumped into the eaves and left a sentence before leaving: Mo Qianyuan, be careful of the simple beads, so-called to recognize people, but not the heart!
After saying that, the figure disappeared without a trace.
Mo Qianyuan stood there stupidly, looking at the night sky where Yi Wanxin left, thinking about the meaning of his words just now.
In a blink of an eye, I saw Jane Mèi Zhu the first to rush out of the attic, with her shoulders half covered and her hair a little messy. I could see that she was worried about her safety, so she was too hasty when she came out, so she didn't even have time to tidy up her clothes.
Jane Mèizhu pulled her tilted clothes and asked with concern: What's wrong, disciple?
The master of the alien hall was about to kill me just now, but he ran away from that direction.Mo Qianyuan pointed to the south night sky and replied.
From time to time, someone followed him out of the attic, and someone said: What nonsense are you talking about? Why should the master of the alien hall kill you!
Jian mèizhu sniffed his nose and said: What a big smell of blood, has the Lord Qiu been killed?
Everyone quickly walked into the house of Master Qiu, and found that his miserable state could not be seen directly. The bright red blood flowed all over the ground, and was shocked.
This incident alarmed all the elders in charge of the Yudan Pavilion. Zhang Ninghua went forward to investigate the wound of the Lord Qiu Hall. He found three claw marks on his neck to his chest. He was really injured by the treasure soldier of Yi Wanxin. He firmly believed in what Mo Qianyuan said.
how?An elder asked.
It's really awesome.Chang Ninghua replied, his face that he always kept a smile, and at this time he became cold and ruthless.
not good!Jane Mèizhu exclaimed and continued: Help us find out if the account book is still there.
Mo Qianyuan naturally knew where the account book was often placed. Seeing that the hanging bamboo basket had been thrown aside, he interrupted and said: The account book should have been taken away by him, and he usually put it in this bamboo basket.
Jian Mèizhu and Zhang Ninghua looked at each other. Without saying a word, Zhang Ninghua immediately flew out of the house and went to chase the escaped Yi Wanxin.
That night, almost all the people in Yudan Pavilion had not fallen asleep.
Mo Qianyuan looked at the body of Master Qiu being carried out of the house. Although he had not had a deep relationship with him, he had been together for so long and was inexplicably depressed. He wondered whether it was a pity for Master Qiu's death or a sudden blow to his heart. Jian mèizhu had an irreplaceable position in his heart. It was not a relationship between men and women, but made him feel a kind of family affection and did not want to be interfered with by someone else's words.
At three o'clock in the evening, in the meeting hall on the second floor of the Yudan Pavilion, Jian Mèizhu and a group of elders sat around the table to discuss the sudden incident tonight.
An elder said: Since the poster is not here, this is the case, we can only discuss a countermeasure ourselves.
Alas, the author has been seeing the dragon head but not seeing the tail for many years, and I don’t know where I have traveled again. I haven’t seen him in almost two years.
It’s not the first day that you met the poster. If something goes wrong, he will show up.
Today, when the owner of the Qiu Hall died, the other person in charge of the medicinal materials should be taken responsibility.
I think Mo Qianyuan is fine. He has been doing it for more than half a year, so he should be able to make perfect.
No, how could he, a young boy, take responsibility for such an important task?
Recruiting Master Huang back. She has been branching all year round. Didn’t she want to go back to Qiluo City for a long time?
Well, I think it's OK.
Then it was decided, and then there was a lot of thoughts. Although we didn't know why he wanted to steal the account book, if he killed the Lord Qiu, he would be punished by the Yudan Tower.
Well, this is natural.
Several elders looked at Jian mèizhu one after another, because Yi Wanxin came with her back then, but no one dared to make this clear.
Tomorrow morning, Deacon Lao Jian will go to the city lord's mansion to pay some rewards for his head.
OK, but I have a suggestion below: Can Mo Qianyuan be allowed to live on the second floor of the Yudan Pavilion? I am worried that Yi Wanxin will come to him for trouble.
Jane Mèi Zhu replied, thinking in her heart that Gu Changying might even send someone to search Mo Qianyuan. Just in case, it would be best to let him live on the second floor, after all, there are many masters on the second floor.
This... seems a bit unruly. The people living on the second floor must be deacons at least.
Then I will promote him to a deacon, it is not in accordance with the rules.Jane Mèizhu frowned, slightly unhappy.
Haha, Deacon Jian is really joking. Mo Qianyuan has never made any contribution to the Imperial Dan Tower, and he is not as good as other servants from his early years in terms of qualifications. Although the poster did have an explanation and needs more care for you, we try our best to obey the rules, but we can't do this.
Someone immediately smoothed out and said: I don’t think so. Let Mo Qianyuan live on the second floor for the time being. The deacon cannot be promoted, unless the poster comes back, it depends on how he decides.
That's good.Jane Mèizhu agreed immediately.
The elders didn't say much. Jane Mèizhu had an extraordinary relationship with the owner, and it seemed to involve the interests of the Yudan Tower, so it would not disobey her intentions too much.
On the second day, as Jian Mèi Zhu wished, Mo Qianyuan lived on the second floor of the Yudan Pavilion, met with many elders and masters, and never touched the medicinal materials again, and focused on learning the way of alchemy on the third floor.
In the past five months, he has achieved a small success in the way of alchemy. It is no problem to refine ordinary elixirs such as Yuchun Pill. However, he has not been close to carnal desire and has never looked for Aunt Xiao and Shui Miaoxian. It is not that he is indifferent and has no righteousness. He is really suffering. If he has lost Yang Yuan's Qi Refining Cultivator, if he has not achieved anything, he will definitely be looked down upon by them.
Lan Tingxiao was also suffering from lovesickness. Whenever she went to the Imperial Dan Tower to find Mo Qianyuan, she was blocked by the maid outside the building and could not see him. Fortunately, she occasionally sent someone to send some letters to tell her about her condition. It turned out that she was practicing the method of alchemy, which was inconvenient to disturb her. Then she felt relieved. When she was lonely, she would have a taboo lily love with Shui Miaoxian, and her life was still acceptable.
Xiao Yanfeng from Zhenbei City opened a letter, and Liu Ruomei from Xuanyu Sect also opened a letter, with only four big words written on the black and white words: August 8th. Nothing else was written. Those who understand naturally understood it. It was only four days before August 8th.
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