Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

In the main hall of Yutu Sect, the disciples who completed the mission returned one after another.

Li Yijing led the other two a few steps forward and presented the spoils seized in Hui'an City - the Soul-Purifying Ball.

He briefly and concisely revealed everything that happened in Hui'an City and the origin of the ball.

He was very proud of having a proud disciple, and Liu Tan's pair of fierce eyes with three white spots became less scary because of his joy.

He stroked his gray beard twice and praised with satisfaction: "Good! Not bad! You are worthy of being a disciple taught by me. You performed very well. You should be credited with a great achievement this time!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "one hand". He was afraid that others would not know that Li Yijing was his direct disciple, and his intention to show off was obvious.

Baili Qi's disgusted look passed across his face. This was clearly the result of everyone's concerted efforts, but he led the group astray, making it seem as if the others had not contributed at all. His disciples were the most powerful, and the others were just his followers, not worthy of standing with his disciples.

When Zhou Wen heard these inappropriate words, a gloomy look suddenly appeared on his face. Being proud of one's own achievements is not a good thing. His Taoist partner and junior sister worked together to join forces with Li Yijing to fight against the monsters. Otherwise, it was only Li Yijing's strength that counted. He didn't believe that Li Yijing had such great ability. If he wanted to praise someone, he couldn't just praise his own people!

Liu Tang didn't make any progress in other aspects, but he did learn the art of praising and criticizing others very quickly.

"Elder Liu, you can't say that. If we talk about the merits, all the disciples who participated in the encirclement and suppression of the monsters have made contributions. Don't you think so?"

There was a hint of anger beneath his calm tone, but he concealed it very well so that his mouth didn't sound full of hostility as soon as he opened his mouth.

Liu Han is a seasoned man. No matter how well Zhou Wen hides her emotions, he can still accurately detect Zhou Wen's dissatisfaction with him. He feels very happy when he can make Zhou Wen unhappy.

He adjusted his sitting position to be more comfortable, and said sarcastically without turning his head, "Of course, but the higher the cultivation, the greater the ability. Those cultivators who can't even defeat a low-level monster, aren't they sullying the word? At the critical moment, they still hide behind and dare not step forward."

The implication was too obvious. Baili Qi's hands, buried under his wide sleeves, were quietly clenched into solid buns.

Li Yijing had known the Master's temperament for many years. He was now mocking the person he loved as a low-level trash. His originally warm smile became cloudy. "Master, all the credit I have received is due to the tacit cooperation between Madam and Junior Sister. I hope Master will not deliberately belittle the Sect Master's wife."

Knowing that it was extremely disrespectful to talk back to the master, Li Yijing lifted up his skirt, knelt on the ground, and took the initiative to admit his mistake in the hope that the master would calm down.

The female cultivator who was waiting beside him widened her eyes. For the sake of the sect leader's wife, the senior brother could do such a thing. He was truly courageous.

The beard that Liu Hao had just smoothed was almost stood up in anger. Not only did his disciple not help him sing along, but he actually turned against him. It was really a waste of his teaching! He had spent so much effort in training him.

He glanced at Li Yijing viciously, and when he stood up, he used too much force, causing the chair legs to slide back a long way.

The harsh friction sound between the two was as unreasonable as the man's venting of anger.

The Soul Purifying Ball finally fell into Zhou Wen's hands, and she got a bargain for nothing. Baili Qi wanted this hard-earned ball very much, and always felt that it would be of great help to him in the future.

Lianxi Town——Xianfu.

On this day, Jiang Yuxin climbed walls and climbed roofs as usual. In addition to being proficient in the use of various weapons, Qinggong was also a skill that Xunming was able to teach her.

When she was still young, Jiang Yuxin had no rejection reaction to the demonic energy being infused into her body, but in the past two years, the hidden dangers have gradually emerged, and Ming had no choice but to stop this suicidal method. He then realized that for a mortal like her with no basic spiritual roots, demonic energy must not be infused into her body, otherwise she would suffer from dementia at the very least and death at the worst.

The cost of demonization was huge, so Ming later gave up the idea and instead taught some martial arts that could help people protect themselves.

Fortunately, this little girl is hardworking and willing to try needlework, embroidery, calligraphy and painting. The maids serving her are all carefully selected by him and sent to her after they have passed the training and assessment. The purpose is to make Jiang Yuxin proficient in both literature and martial arts.

Jiang's mother came to the yard carrying a three-layer bamboo lunch box. When she looked up, she saw such a dangerous action. She was so scared that she quickly put down the lunch box and ran to where Jiang Yuxin was, fearing that she would fall from the height accidentally.

Jiang Yuxin was not as psychologically fragile as her. As her steps shifted, she could no longer be seen on the wall.

When the woman saw this, her heart suddenly jumped up and she ran towards the direction where her daughter disappeared.

"Mom, I'm here." Jiang's mother turned around when she heard the voice, and saw that the man was already sitting upright beside the stone table waiting for dinner.

"Huh——" Jiang's mother patted her chest as if to comfort her. She was scared to death. Why did a girl have to learn Qinggong when there were so many other things to learn?

"Mom, I'm fine. I've learned this trick many times. It's okay." The girl gave her mother a mischievous smile, completely unaware of how unorthodox her actions seemed in her mother's eyes.

The food boxes were opened layer by layer, and the woman took out several meat dishes that her daughter liked from the food boxes and placed them on the table. These dishes were cooked by Jiang's mother for her daughter.

In the past, due to limited living conditions, we simply could not eat such rich meat dishes. The poultry raised at home had to be taken to the market to supplement the household income. We could only taste a little meat during the Dragon Boat Festival or New Year’s Eve. The rest of the time we had to keep things simple and make do with plain soup.

"Here, this piece of pork ribs is meaty, eat more." Jiang's mother left a few vegetables in her own bowl and put the meat into her daughter's bowl. Before Jiang Yuxin took a few bites of rice, the bowl was filled with braised pork ribs and tiger skin peppers stuffed with meat.

Two golden poached eggs are soaked in the thick white crucian carp and tofu soup. The fried eggs absorb the fish soup and become soft, glutinous and smooth. The egg yolk in the middle is moistened by the soup and has a delicate taste without being dry.

Wang Ying stood at the gate of the courtyard for a long time, noticing that the mother and daughter were eating in great harmony. She couldn't help but think of her own tragic experience of being an orphan.

She also wanted to feast on the food her mother had prepared with great care.

And she would definitely not be as picky and wasteful as Jiang Yuxin.

The more she looked, the more envious and jealous she became. Wang Ying subconsciously licked the hungry lips with her tongue.

In the past, life was poor, but there were many smiles.

Now that we have enough food and clothing, our original intention has changed.

Before long, she also learned to envy and developed jealousy.

Although she often silently reminds herself in her heart that they are biological mother and daughter, and it is natural for them to be close to each other.

But when you see it with your own eyes, your slightly balanced state of mind is inevitably disturbed.

The previously stable mood was once again shattered into pieces.

All she wanted was a hard-earned family bond, but this bond, which was dragged down by pity and sympathy, was so fragile when facing real blood relatives that it could be destroyed by just a word, an action, or a look.

The idea of ​​stability is deceptive; things and people change with each passing day.

The girl's eyes, which had been motionless for a long time, finally became painful, and her gaze shifted stiffly to the bare tree in the yard.

No, I can't think like that. Jiang's mother has treated her with all her heart. I must not... I must not speculate about my benefactor like that.

The hand that was supporting itself on the door frame finally lost its strength and she slowly withdrew it.

In response to the abnormal breath of Taowu, the two demon lords gathered together for the first time to discuss countermeasures.

It was a rare occasion that the two of them had a strong enemy to fight against together, and there was no sarcasm or ridicule during their conversation.

In his previous life, Mo Qianyu guessed that the reason why Taowu shared his prosperity was because he retained a trace of Taowu's magical power in his body.

The physical body is a container for Taowu's magic power, but it is actually dispensable. Even if a small piece of leftover meat is eaten or a small pool of stagnant blood is drunk, the magic power will not increase beyond the level.

Only by absorbing the core where the magic energy is stored can Taowu be killed, otherwise no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

Mo Qianyu asked, not quite understanding, "You have dealt with Taowu before. Based on what you have seen, where do you think Taowu stores his magic energy?"

In his previous life, Mo Qianyu replied without even thinking: "I don't know."

"How could you not know? Didn't you say that you stole Taowu's magic power in your previous life?"

Mo Qianyu felt that this demon was dishonest. Even after saying this, he still wanted to cover up the truth.

The man opposite didn't like such an aggressive way of questioning, so he leaned back lazily and didn't say another word.

Mo Qianyu was not annoyed because he couldn't get the answer. He thought it was better to rely on himself than on the devil. He could always get to the bottom of the matter with his own means.

Finally, he tried to remind his past self, "You don't need to go to the master anymore, since you don't want to settle it properly."

The man sat up straight, his two dark eyes were filled with scarlet, and the devilish aura around him was ready to attack. "What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

Mo Qianyu's sword-like eyebrows became more and more unruly, not allowing him to argue at all, and he urged him forcefully: "For the sake of Master's safety, you don't want Master to get into trouble again! If you can't hold on, you can merge into my body."

Just when both of them felt that the other was an eyesore, this strange scene was seen completely by Feng Ming who was hiding behind a pillar.

Two...two demon lords?