Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

Flowers bloom for a hundred days, and tired birds return to their nests.

Thinking of the wandering clouds on Mount Xun, brushing the light flowers over the water.

The flowing handwriting on the thin piece of letter paper is full of lingering and sad feelings of longing.

Baili Qi read aloud word by word, and the smile in his eyes gradually deepened.

He didn't expect Xu Luoge to have such a romantic and tender side.

The memory is affected by the decadence of the spiritual root, and will only cycle through the most sincere empty joy in the subject's consciousness, falling into a deep sleep again and again, creating an illusion of pseudo-death of the physical body.

When it comes to saving people and getting medicine, Xu Luoge trusts Wen Guangbai very much. There seems to be a close relationship between the leader of Baicao Pavilion and his junior fellow apprentices. Although he does not interfere too much in the emotional and private affairs of his junior fellow apprentices, he can always get a little bit of the melon rind even if he can't eat the melon.

The two flew on their swords to the outside of Liuming Fairy Island and then parted ways. At that time, Su Qiwei's voice of good news floated out from the sound-transmitting jade. It turned out that the fourth junior brother Xiao Fuchen had successfully come out of seclusion.

His depressed mood finally brightened up a little, and he drove towards his base camp without stopping.

The back mountain of Jianwu Peak is an independent small peak. The reason why it was chosen as the location for experiencing tribulation and promotion is simply because people do not want the power of thunder and lightning to affect the main hall and Jian Ge platform on the front peak.

The unrecognizable promotion venue was restored by Xiao Fuchen to its original state, and he was able to use his spiritual power more skillfully than before.

It seemed as if there was an endless amount of spiritual energy in his body for him to squander.

Even if the retreat fails, it will not cause a devastating blow to the front peak, because failure will never cause a thunder tribulation.

Bai Luoli is the most realistic example.

The disciples of Jiyue Mountain, especially those of Jianwu Peak, packed the place. They had long sensed the magnitude of the event, including witnessing their master's rapid progress.

Su Qiwei seemed to be even happier than himself. She took the lead in proposing to hold a celebratory banquet where all the sect members could eat and drink well, so that they could participate in Xiao Fuchen's once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and share in the joy of his improved cultivation.

After all, when Fourth Junior Brother came out of seclusion this time, his cultivation level had reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage.

Taking the Spirit Transformation Stage as the watershed, one enters the realm of super-class cultivators. The Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stages are high-class, while the Spirit Transformation and Mahayana Stages are super-class.

Even Xu Luoge was only stuck at the initial stage of the Spirit Transformation Stage. He had not made any significant breakthroughs or progress in all these years. There was no bottleneck in his cultivation, but his heart of Tao was very muddy.

Bai Luoli thought of himself for no reason. He didn't know what had happened to him as he had failed in seclusion. Not to mention others, just looking at his cultivation level, all of his disciples had made progress, but he seemed to be standing still and had never made any progress.

What, is this behavior discrimination by the Heavenly Dao? He prefers good students like Xiao Fuchen who are serious in class and work hard after class, and dislikes bad students like me who fall in love with a man and get pregnant?

When he thought about getting pregnant, he thought of Wen Guangbo. One day he would look up the recipe of the elixir to see if he could give Wen Guangbo a taste of his own medicine.

With a gloomy look on his face, he was immersed in the pantomime he directed and performed himself. Chu Yunze and Jiang Yuning looked at each other calmly, and their eyes were both focused on Bai Luoli.

The man in the center of the two people: "..."

Don't compare me with others. I have a very bad temper and I can be very fierce.

Two disciples: Master, are you seeking comfort?

Xu Luoge's presence added to the joyful atmosphere, and everyone saluted. He nodded. He came to Xiao Fuchen and congratulated him with a faint smile on his face: "Junior brother, congratulations on your hard work and getting what you wished for."

Xiao Fuchen simply replied: "Thank you for your blessing, Senior Brother."

Mo Zhiyuan stood beside his master without knowing when. The master was his master, and he was the master's little fanboy.

The other younger generations and disciples now have a male god to worship and respect on their journey to cultivation.

Su Qiwei's proposal was approved by Xu Luoge. It was time for Jiyue Mountain to take advantage of this God-given opportunity to have some fun together.

The celebratory banquet was arranged in the evening. The peak masters led their inner disciples and followed Xu Luoge to eat and drink in the main hall of Jiyue Peak. The other disciples settled in the Heshu Hall to feast on the food.

Xu Luoge specially allowed all his disciples to have three drinks today. If they drink too much and delay their practice, they will be punished.

At the banquet, everyone was toasting each other and enjoying themselves.

There is a small jar of wine on everyone's desk. This is Xu Luoge's treasured personal wine. The wine inside is not soaked from the sediment of various spiritual plants, but squeezed from a spiritual plant called "Qiwucao", which is the main ingredient of this jar of wine.

Then other raw materials are added to assist in the brewing process - purple glutinous rice, crown fennel flowers, persimmon fruits, mustard leaves, lingran plum and other spiritual plants.

The alcohol wasn't severe, but the onset of drunkenness was rapid.

Bai Luoli was pregnant and couldn't drink such a strong alcohol, but he was not an ordinary person.

Besides, he hasn't tasted wine for a long time, so a little taste shouldn't be a big deal.

Chu Yunze was not good at drinking, and his head started dancing after he drank one glass. Jiang Yuning started walking unsteadily after drinking three glasses. The group of disciples who were not drunk were ordered by Bai Luoli to escort their own disciples back to the courtyard.

The two disciples guarding the mountain each held a small jar of wine in their arms. They sat on the ground with their backs against the pillars of the mountain gate archway, with their faces flushed like monkeys, muttering to themselves "come again, come again".

A male disciple happened to come and collect the wine jars. This was the request of the master, who was afraid that the disciples did not know their drinking limit and would get drunk to the point of passing out, thus delaying their important duties.

Xun Ming and "Mo Qianyu" seized the opportunity and transformed into two thin streams of black smoke and penetrated into the body of the disciple.

No one was told about what happened today. It was just that they came up with the idea on a whim and couldn't stand the loneliness, so they happened to be strolling around the neighborhood.

It happened that the two disciples guarding the mountain talked about this topic when they were holding the altar to each other.

Ordinary disciples cannot bear this demonic energy. There are two strong demonic auras in his body at the same time. Anyway, for "Mo Qianyu", as long as he can avoid being detected by the mountain protection barrier, he can go to Jiyue Mountain first and figure out the follow-up matters later.

The male disciple lowered his head and fell stiffly into the haystack beside the stone steps. Two streams of black smoke instantly condensed into their original shapes.

Ming swallowed a Demon-Hidden Pill to conceal his murderous demonic aura. The pill's formula was refined from the Demon-Hidden Pills that Bai Luoli had given him earlier.

In fact, it is not difficult to develop. The big demons all have a set of skills to restrain and release demonic energy freely, just like high-level cultivators can balance their cultivation at different levels.

If you want to make the demonic energy disappear temporarily, you must first gather the demonic energy in a container and finally seal it up. Then, you can achieve the desired result by eating more and coming into contact with more things that are rich in spiritual energy.

"Mo Qianyu" practiced both spirit and devil, and the spiritual energy regenerated in his body was inexhaustible, without much effort.

Xun Ming's limit is three hours. If he fails to escape from Jiyue Mountain after exceeding a specific period of time, his true nature as a demon will be exposed.

"Let's split up. You do your thing and I do mine. Just focus on completing your own tasks. I don't have to worry about it. Got it?"

Ming made an "OK" gesture, and the two demons started to do their "business" at the same time.

Bai Luoli had almost finished drinking in the hall. His face extending to the collarbone was a tender pink. He stood up with his hands on the edge of the table. His black hair slid down to his waist. He flicked his hair back with his hand. The natural hair-flipping posture gave him a fairy-like charm.

Being drunk and not in a clear mind, he did not dare to raise his sword to fly into the air. Fortunately, he was not drunk enough to fall asleep immediately.

The mountain road back to Yunmiao Peak is quite winding, and if you are not careful you may turn to other peaks.

When passing by the large plum forest planted on the two peaks, under the tree at the outermost edge of the plum forest, "Mo Qianyu" was leaning against the tree trunk with his tall and slender figure, his eyes raised with a world-weary look, and his obsidian-like eyes were fantasizing about him absentmindedly. Bai Luoli tilted his head and stopped for a long time, just standing there obediently, as if he was looking at a creature he had never seen before.

The man shook his heavy head slightly, and continued to walk with his feet touching the ground. As he walked, he turned back to greet "Mo Qianyu" and said in a soft voice, "Bye."

The soft and slender waist twisted in an arc, and the young man's deep eyes were filled with a hungry red.

His fingertips were curled, a strange wind was blowing, his feet and his body were suspended in the air. Bai Luoli was frightened by the cold wind, and his sticky head became even more sleepy.

This guy's body is so hot! No... why is there something slippery sweeping around in his mouth?

"Hmm...Hmm~" This person actually harassed him!

The man was forced to bend his waist and arch his hips, his curvy body struggling to get out from under the young man's palm. Bai Luoli struggled to lift up his glue-like eyelids, and Ling Mo was caught off guard by a slap in the face...

Bai Luoli pushed him a few times and found that the man was getting more excited, so he shouted loudly: "Mo Qianyu!"

He wanted to use angry words to scare away the demon that was getting more and more aggressive in front of him.

The force of the slap was not controlled well, and my body didn't feel any pain or itchiness, but my heart felt itchy as if ants were crawling on it.

A rogue smile appeared on his lips, and he replied playfully, "My husband is here."

Bai Luoli turned around and ran away, one second, two seconds...

"Swish~" The person returned to the arms of the pervert Merlin. After several rounds, he was exhausted and gasping for breath.

If you ask the Demon Lord what his favorite food is, the answer is tofu.