Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

Lianxi Town is located in a fortress adjacent to the border between the Xiu and Mortal worlds, and is a popular spot that any major sect would like to share.

A post station was set up outside Jiyue Mountain to facilitate the acceptance of missions. Experienced disciples had already sent letters for help quickly to the sect through a special mailbox made of spiritual power.

Xiao Fuchen spread out the piece of letter paper that was still stained with ink, and raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Now the evil spirit has actually learned the human strategies of "conserving strength" and "keeping troops in place". We really can't underestimate this group of low-level monsters who are ready to make a move.

A mere mass of demonic energy roaming around the wild was not enough for him to suppress, so it would be better to assign this small demon-killing mission to Mo Zhiyuan and let him handle the matter calmly, so as to observe the level of his cultivation at this moment.

After some consideration by Xiao Fuchen, the letter for help was successfully sent to Mo Zhiyuan, who knew nothing about it.

According to the information that has been quickly transmitted, this group of evil spirit is most likely not a naturally generated monster in Lianxi Town. It is very likely that it is evil spirit that floated all the way from nearby villages or big cities, and after changing its route and terrain, it finally landed in Lianxi Town.

The identity of the deceased is also something that needs to be ascertained and cannot be taken lightly.

In front of the sword and spear stage where the disciples of Jianwu Peak held their breath and concentrated, after Mo Zhiyuan finished practicing the sword moves for the day, he also had to be responsible in instructing and correcting the other disciples' ways of exerting force and the loopholes in their body movements.

This place is indeed the most difficult peak among all the spiritual peaks in Jiyue Mountain. During the practice of sword moves and sword styles, Xiao Fuchen strictly forbade them to mobilize spiritual power to drive away the heat from their body temperatures.

Once you use your own spiritual power to regulate your inherent body temperature, and put aside all distractions and concentrate your energy and spirit, the cross-stimulation of excessive cooling and excessive heat will completely dissipate in that instant.

Unless the sword technique you are performing requires the combination of spirit and sword to complete, the rest of the sword techniques that have nothing to do with spirit should be practiced hard under the sun.

If you feel yourself getting upset, you can put away the sword in your hand and go to a teahouse to take a rest.

After a period of arduous training, today's work of supervising the fellow disciples in wielding swords was finally over. Disciples left the sword and spear stage one after another, either alone or in groups.

Mo Zhiyuan stood there for a while, then went to a teahouse not far away to have a cup of tea and relax.

After just two or three sips of the cup of tea, he received a telepathic message from his master in his mind, informing him that the matter of the demonic energy reappearing in Lianxi Town and harming people needed to be resolved as soon as possible, and the culprit behind the demonic energy must be found out, and once confirmed, he must be killed immediately.

Mo Zhiyuan did not dare to delay and immediately replied: "Disciple will obey the master's order."

In Baicao Pavilion, a gathering place for spiritual plants, Su Mu didn't know whether to look at her lover who was squatting in front of her, or to focus her attention on the crystal clear ice bead in her lover's palm.

The story begins a quarter of an hour ago.

In Su Mu's storage bag, there was a spiritual plant that had failed miserably in cultivation earlier. He and Wen Guangbai were both well-versed in the cultivation, habits, classification, and efficacy of spiritual plants.

Today, Wen Guangbai picked a rare herb called "Butterfly Horn" in the wild in the steep mountains a hundred miles away from Hui'an City. On the way back, he happened to pass by Hui'an City. Thinking that he hadn't seen Su Mu for a long time, Wen Guangbai flew towards the direction of Baicao Pavilion.

The conversation touched upon the shriveled spiritual plant. Wen Guangbai asked him to take it out of the storage bag so that they could discuss it together. Su Mu followed his instructions and skillfully performed a magic to open the storage bag. What happened next horrified them both.

A small, unidentified object with a virtual flower shadow flashed past the opening. Before Su Mu could grab it with her hands, Wen Guangbai looked carefully with his eyes. The spiritual ice bead happily jumped into the man's hair that fell on his chest, like a pure white pearl that could not be shaken off no matter how hard he tried.

The outer wall of the ice bead secreted a large amount of milky white mucus, which firmly adhered to Wen Guangbo's black hair.

Su Mu gathered sharp spiritual power at her fingertips and was about to kill the ice bead that was clinging to Wen Guangbo with one blow, but she smelled the faint scent of snowy mud from the spiritual energy emanating from the ice bead, which came from the same origin as Bingqing Yukai.

"Ice Pure Jade Kai?"

"Isn't this the ice bead I'm looking for?"

One question, one answer, but the answer was irrelevant. The two people were very familiar with Bingqing Yukai, this rare plant of Tianchen. Bingzhu understood human nature, and knew that this fresh and handsome man was not as "ruthless" as the other one, so he must find a backer as solid as the ground.

It would be better to bury it in the ground than to let it sleep with a lifeless corpse of its own. This is more comfortable than living in fear every day.

The little ice bead was perhaps too sensitive to the hostility and danger from the outside world. Su Mu was just about to take action, but she was already frightened out of her wits and slid upwards relying on the mucus that kept gushing out of her body.

"So cute, like a baby who just learned to walk. Su Mu, don't be so fierce, you'll scare it."

Wen Guangbai stretched out his slender index finger and gently stroked the white, plump and smooth outer wall of the ice bead. He whispered softly to comfort the frightened ice bead, like a patient father whose eyes and heart were filled with affection for his child.

The gentle and considerate image of a "father" is set against the beautiful background of moist spiritual mist and colorful forests. The dual charms of a mature man and a charming husband complement each other, making people indulge in his focused eyes and pleasing smile.

The desire for love in her body became more and more rampant. Su Mu moved closer and closer, and finally she put her arms around the man's flexible waist, and then roughly pulled away the ice beads stuck to the man's hair. With her other hand, she reopened the round mouth of the storage bag and threw the ice beads in without much care.

The white liquid remaining on the hair gradually turned transparent. Wen Guangbai glared at Su Mu with dissatisfaction, and tried his best to stop Su Mu's "taking advantage of him" with both hands.

"Wait, wait, wait... Didn't you say we were here to discuss the reasons for the failure of spiritual plant cultivation? The answer hasn't emerged yet, so don't be so impatient!"

Su Mu had already grasped one end of the waistband in his hand. He said, "Guangbai, I can't wait any longer. It's your personal charm that seduced me. We can put aside the reasons for the failure of spiritual plant cultivation. Now we should do something else that will make you and me happy."

Su Mu's shameless speech was hit hard by Wen Guangbo. Are you happy? People can lie with open eyes and can also lie against their conscience, but the key is - do you deserve the word "human"?

Lianxi Town, Xifu.

Jiang Yuxin lay on her side on the pearwood beauty couch, raised her hand and turned the delicate bell to send a message to her master in the demon world.

My mother's condition had improved visibly, but after all, she had suffered a serious head injury, so some unavoidable sequelae still occurred.

The doctor said that Jiang's mother could only save herself. Unlike ordinary amnesia which is a complete loss of memory, Jiang's mother's memory, to be more precise, was not her own memory filling her mind.

Because she never left the house day or night and only stayed in the room where she woke up, Wang Ying and Jiang Yuxin had to take turns accompanying Jiang's mother, for fear that she would have some wrong thoughts.

Jiang's mother began to become mysterious. She told them that the place where she used to live was magnificent and she had countless servants and maids. Then she told them that she never touched water and that she ate and drank the most delicious food.

He even excitedly told Wang Ying and the others that he had once met a beautiful white three-tailed monster that looked like both a fox and a rabbit.

Whenever Jiang's mother talked about her chaotic and bizarre memories, if the listener was unwilling to cooperate with her or listen carefully, Jiang's mother would lose her temper like a child and drive everyone out of the room.

Confused, helpless and sad, Jiang Yuxin didn't know what to do. The master had gone to a distant place that was out of reach, and the brother was guarding the beautiful fairy mountain. Distant water could not quench a nearby fire.

She had already explained the key points to her master, but she didn't know when her master would come to Lianxi Town to resolve the unprovoked disaster.

Her mother seemed to be in good spirits, but Jiang Yuxin could clearly sense that this was just an illusion caused by her "strong appearance but weak inside".

The little girl, whose mind had not yet been completely hardened, threw herself into sister Wang Ying's arms with tears in her eyes, crying breathlessly, which made others feel a dull pain in their hearts as if they were bitten by wolf's teeth.

Outside the eerie door of the Demon Lord's Mansion, the uninvited guest in gorgeous silk clothes walked calmly with light steps, his figure graceful and fragrant, holding a fan with colorful feathers in his hand, as if he was returning home in a relaxed mood.

The charming and noble witch slightly raised her eyes and glanced at the Demon Lord's Mansion lazily and disdainfully. The fan with colorful feathers in her hand fluttered and closed, and she thought to herself: It's nothing more than that.