Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

It was getting dark and Yi Chi smelled the fragrance of food.

Eighty percent of the people in Jiuyou Continent are cultivators, and the mortals also have a martial tradition and most of them are proficient in martial arts. Even if it is an old beggar begging on the street, if you dare to steal his job, you are likely to be kicked.

Therefore, there is a difference between immortals and mortals, but the boundary is not severe, and all major forces strictly prohibit cultivators from attacking mortals.

It was common for mortals to open taverns or entertainment venues because they liked to earn the monks' money.

There are always a large number of monks whose six senses are not clear.

For example, Yi Chi is one of them.

"Are you eating too?" Song Yueqing asked curiously, Yi Chi staring at the brightly lit restaurant.

"What are you talking about? Eating has become a rare thing?" Yi Chi said confidently.

Yi Yuan also looked over and added, "Not really, I just thought that people like you wouldn't have these mundane desires."

"Why do you say that you two have only known each other for a short time?" Song Yueqing looked left and right, with a look of suspicion on her face, "How come you two siblings don't look alike at all."

Yi Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Yi Chi. Yi Chi crossed his arms as if nothing had happened, and said firmly, "There are many brothers and sisters in the world who are not alike, but the kinship line cannot be faked."

"We are siblings certified by Lord Wenren himself."

Although Song Yueqing felt that the logic of this statement was very strange and couldn't figure out why, at this moment, a voice was heard.

"Hero's Tomb, Soul-Cavern, why don't you come in and have a drink with me?"

The voice was as alluring as the most beautiful music in the world. Yi Chi and the other two's eyes flickered, and lewd scenes appeared in their minds at the same time.

Looking at the three fools trapped in the Thousand Caves Illusion, Yu Qinghuan put his hands on his waist and laughed, waved his sleeves and ordered the sisters around him, "Carry them into the Misty Rain Tower."

The first male favorite covered his forehead helplessly and had to remind, "Qinghuan, Lord Chili asked you to recruit disciples, not to offend others."

Yu Qinghuan waved her hands, looking confident, "People have seven emotions and six desires. I weave an omnipotent dream for them. How could they not like it?"

He curled his lips and said, "Do you know why our Hehuan Valley is so unwelcome? It's because these people don't see the benefits of this. Illusions have their uses. It's a waste of talent to just use them for fighting."

She counted them one by one with her fingers.

"Look at that monkey-ass Xiao Buyi, it's so funny, and he's doing this old-fashioned hero-saving-the-beauty drama. We in Yanyu Tower don't perform such old-fashioned hero-saving-the-beauty dramas anymore. The contrast of aloof swordsmen being spoiled to the sky is popular now."

"Speaking of Gu Fusheng, after so much analysis, he also gave me a free alchemy furnace. If you ask me, who would like to listen to so much nonsense? Nowadays, people pay attention to the fascinating beginning."

"I will throw Yi Chi into the Thousand Caves Dream right away. She will get whatever she wants. I guarantee she will never want to leave and will devote herself to our Hehuan Valley."

When the junior sisters who were carrying the three people heard this, they immediately felt that it made sense and said in unison: "Senior Sister is wise!"

Yu Qinghuan puffed out her chest proudly, "It's simple."

The First Male Favorite: “…” I hope so.

Thousands of caves within one dream.

"Qingqing, Qingqing." The woman with a soft voice called her gently.

Song Yueqing opened her eyes hazily and was startled, "Mom."

"Qingqing, get up quickly. Today is your 18th birthday ceremony and the day you officially take office as the young city lord. Many guests have come."

Song Yueqing's mind was a little confused as he slept, and he stared at his mother's bright and gentle face in a daze.

Lin's mother pulled her to the dressing mirror, took out a glass comb and combed her hair, one by one, from the roots to the waist-length ends.

She pursed her lips and smiled, saying, "Don't let me comb your hair in the future. You've grown up to be the young city lord, and you're also the most famous genius in Wencheng. You still let me comb your hair. Aren't you ashamed?"

Song Yueqing's nose felt sore, and she burst into tears for no apparent reason. She asked in a sobbing voice, "Is this the last time that mother will comb my hair?"

Seeing this, Mother Lin quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe Song Yueqing's tears and touched her head helplessly, "Mom was just joking with you, why are you crying?"

"Whose little girl is eighteen years old and still crying in her mother's arms?" A teasing and smiling voice came, and a well-mannered middle-aged man walked in.

"Yueqing, what are you staring at? Daddy doesn't even recognize you." Su Xing leaned over and touched her hair.

That palm was warm and strong, it belonged to my father.

Song Yueqing shook off the strange feeling in her heart, put on a smile and was about to shout when she suddenly saw a maid with a graceful figure coming in.

Almond eyes, passionate eyes, red cherry lips, full of charm.

This was a poor woman my mother had rescued on the street. At that time, she had been sold to a brothel by her gambler father.

Song Yueqing stared at her with a stern face.

Seeing her slightly bowing and offering tea to Lin's mother, "Madam, have some tea."

Delicate and soft, unable to be broken.

Su Xing's eyes were gentle, and he only looked at Song Yueqing intently, "Yueqing, Daddy has prepared a gift for you, you will definitely like it."

So familiar.

Song Yueqing felt as if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, and in an instant he remembered everything.

All these things happened, only instead of being eighteen, I was eight.

On the day she was appointed as the young city lord, this ungrateful bitch went to her mother and cried, asking her mother to give Su Yueyan a status, which made her mother so angry that she could not recover.

Not long after, he went astray in his practice and died.

And Su Yueyan and her daughter officially entered the house.

So what's going on now?

Song Yueqing recalled the extremely charming voice she had heard before, and immediately realized that everything before her eyes must be an illusion. The Hehuan Valley was famous for its thousand caves and one dream.

After thinking this through, Song Yueqing turned around and hugged her mother tightly, crying, "Mom, I miss you so much."

"What's wrong? Mom is here." Mother Lin patted Song Yueqing's back lovingly and comforted her softly.

Outside the illusion, a disciple saw Song Yueqing crying with her eyes closed, and shouted, "Master Sister, she's crying!"

Yu Qinghuan took one look and said nonchalantly, "It's normal to cry with joy."

In the illusion, Song Yueqing felt the warmth of her mother for the first time in a long time, but the temperature was getting lower and lower, and the loving touch was getting weaker and weaker. This was a sign of awakening from the illusion.

Su Yueqing rubbed her mother's shoulder nostalgically, "Mom, I made a friend. She is very capable and has helped me a lot. Now you don't have to worry about me not being able to make friends."

"Mom, take a good look. I'll help you kill them." Song Yueqing spoke in a low voice with a fierce look in his eyes. He turned around, raised the whip, and blood filled the air in an instant.

Su Xing and the maid's terrified faces were shattered.

Song Yueqing opened her eyes again, and saw a room full of surprised women with her red eyes.

……

Unlike Song Yueqing, Yi Chi knew at the first moment that he was in a fantasy.

It is the Thousand Caves and One Dream in Hehuan Valley, but the caster has no ill intentions, so there is no danger and no murderous intent.

These true disciples really came in a long line. Yi Chi pressed his forehead helplessly.

Just as he was about to tear up the illusion, a familiar voice rang in his mind: "Yeah? Isn't that Mo Huaizun?"

Yi Chi's expression froze, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, "Xingjun?"

"Yeah, what's wrong? Don't just stand there, let's go secretly and see what Mo Huaizun is writing alone, let's go quickly."

Yi Chi looked over and saw a red veil fluttering in the pavilion in front of him in the dim night. A handsome man, dressed neatly, was sitting upright, reading a book in his hand.

Occasionally write on paper with a brush.

Senior brother?

Yi Chi glanced at it and thought that the dream was based on people's inner desires. Why would she dream about her senior brother handling official business?

She's not a bored pervert.

Out of curiosity, I walked over to take a look and my eyes suddenly widened.

Mo Huaizun used his brush to draw a stroke on the entangled figure of a man and a woman, then raised his head and looked at her with an uncomfortably tense face.

"Tonight, this kind?"