Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

In front of the vine-covered rosewood table, a scroll took up most of the space. Three people were staring at the scroll in a trance, not for any other reason, but because the woman in the scroll seemed to have been seen somewhere by everyone.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity made people's memory disconnected. The three people stood there thinking for a long time, but no result could be "thrown out".

Xu Luoge thought that it would be useless even if several people stood from day to night, so it would be better to directly copy the original painting on rice paper and post it on the bulletin board next to the central square of the main peak. Then he would send a notice to the disciples and let them identify it by themselves.

This woman looks so familiar, maybe she is a relative of one of the disciples of Jiyue Mountain.

On the first day of the exhibition, many disciples came out of curiosity and admiration for the paintings, just wanting to join in the fun.

Chu Yunze followed the crowd pouring in and stood in front of the portrait on the bulletin board to watch. The woman was quite pretty, and the older disciples who already knew a little about the affairs of men and women were all whispering in each other's ears. It was obvious that this beauty knew how to live, was gentle and virtuous, and had a dignified appearance. She was the perfect choice to be married home as a wife.

Gossips kept coming into his ears. He was bored with such things and stared intently at the person in the portrait.

After staring for a moment, he immediately recognized who looked very similar to this woman.

Isn't this the perfect female version of Jiang Yuning?

Cover the nose and mouth, and you don’t have to guess the upper part, you can tell it at a glance.

Is this... is this my junior brother’s mother?

Chu Yunze felt that he needed to inform Jiang Yuning to prevent him from being devastated by the incident and crying all day, unable to sleep or eat. Even his slightly chubby face had become thin and sunken in the cheeks, and his chin was so pointed that he could hoe two acres of land.

He moved quickly, turning around and walking quickly towards Yun Xiaofeng. Jiang Yuning was lying in the quilt, her eyes were swollen and red, and her face was covered with winding tear marks.

"Junior brother, senior brother, I'm coming in." Chu Yunze greeted outside the door before entering the bedroom.

On the bed that was half-closed by a screen, a hump-like figure moved a few times imperceptibly.

He uses this self-abuse every day to numb the trauma lingering in his mind and to escape the painful reality that he doesn't want to face.

"Junior brother, I saw a portrait posted on the bulletin board in the main square. That person looks very similar to you. Perhaps, that woman has a special relationship with you."

Although the young man was deeply shocked, his five senses were not blocked and he had sharp hearing and vision. He captured the important keywords in Chu Yunze's words extremely keenly. He suddenly hunched up from the quilt and stared at Chu Yunze with a pair of swollen eyes that were slightly narrowed like fish bubbles.

"Brother, you said the woman in the portrait looks very similar to me?"

He cried too hard, causing his throat to become congested and inflamed. Every sound he made felt like his skin and flesh were being cut by a razor blade. The sharp pain left him with no other way to relieve it, and he could only frown and endure it.

Chu Yunze was kind enough to do his best and brought over a glass of water. In his hand was a small pill that was specially used to treat throat damage caused by crying out of grief.

If Chu Yunze hadn’t been there for me during this period, I really don’t know how I would have gotten through it, or maybe I wouldn’t have been able to make it.

After all, he had to thank this gentle and considerate senior brother who stayed by his side all day, fearing that he would commit suicide if he wasn't careful.

The person in the scroll was indeed his mother. The mother and son were connected by heart. He had severe heart pain on the day of the accident. At that time, he thought that there was something wrong with his practice of internal energy, which caused the heart meridian to reverse and the blood rushing.

In any case, he never thought that his mother had met with an accident. Xu Luoge and Su Ziwei looked at Jiang Yuning again, and their eyes fell on the portrait. Except for the swollen eyes, everything else was really similar.

The young man was eager to verify the facts. He wanted to know the cause of this matter, so he was the first to speak: "Master, I dare to ask, where did you get this scroll?"

Bringing up the past is like rubbing salt into a wound. How long can a white lie last if the cause is concealed?

Su Ziwei saw that Xu Luoge hadn't spoken for a long time and thought that he didn't want to tell his disciples. She opened her lips slightly and was about to speak, but Xu Luoge's voice spoke before her.

"The scroll was obtained from the murderer who killed the villagers of Xishan. I don't know what the relationship between your mother and her is. That person is a woman with the same surname as you, but I don't know her full name."

"Same surname as mine?" There are so many people with the same surname in the world, what does this mean? Jiang Yuning couldn't understand what grudge he had with his mother, and what hatred he had with the villagers of Xishan Village!

Why would they harm his family for no reason? They have never had any enemies with anyone.

My mother is a well-educated and well-mannered woman. She would never take advantage of others even if she suffers a little loss. After the villagers in the village got to know her, all of them praised her. She was a person with a clear conscience and her conduct was trustworthy.

Xu Luoge was helpless in this questioning, because he himself had not yet solved the mystery. What was the connection between this female cultivator and Jiang Yuning's mother? She wanted to kill the disciples of Yuxu Sect and massacre the villagers of Xishan Village. Was it because of this woman?

It is still unclear whether this woman is dead or alive, but one thing is certain: this person was not there when they were dealing with the remains of the converted villagers.

It would be best if I could escape, and I hope the result will be a happy one.

Jiang Yuning made a request, wanting to investigate this confusing matter with them. Although Xu Luoge agreed, he asked him not to become decadent and neglect his practice because of the impact of this matter.

On the Molten Flame Cliff of the Demon Realm, the seal was as strong as before. A rustling sound came from the rubble on the top of the cliff. Taowu suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils slid upwards.

He can now barely maintain his human form for the duration of an incense stick, and his power in soul form is not as strong as before.

If there is a demon that is willing to offer its demonic aura to him, perhaps a battle with the Heavenly Dao is just around the corner!

Feng Ming, in response to Mo Qianyu's orders, conducts daily patrols to prevent the devil from sneaking in secretly, and sets up a warning array to spy secretly. If a devil enters the range of the array, it will automatically chirp to serve as a warning.

But there is a fatal flaw, that is, the magic circle needs to be rearranged every day, which is why Feng Ming has to come to the Molten Flame Cliff every day.

Yesterday he received a letter from the Demon Lord, saying that he and the Demon Queen had personally experienced some of the places and found them good. When he and Chu Yunze live alone in their own world in the future, he can ask them for advice.

…………Feng Ming rolled his eyes. It was really like a drought or a flood. Even though they were thousands of miles away from each other, dog food still fell from the sky, deliberately to irritate him.

It’s good to have my wife by my side. Unlike him, we have to meet secretly in dreams in order to make a date.

Mo Qianyu kept his word. He would accompany Bai Luoli wherever she wanted to go. A few days ago, the two of them crossed the snow-capped mountains covered with silver frost and wind, walked through grasslands full of herds of cattle and sheep, and now came to the vast desert.

The soft sand surface suddenly collapsed as the boots rolled over it, and the descending quicksand fell on the boot surface. Every time Bai Luoli took a step, her ankles would shake, and the wind would blow tiny particles in her face, and the sand would steam from the heat of the scorching light.

The vegetation here is sparse, the environment is harsh, and the climate is dry. The two only stayed for a short while before returning to the Qianli Boat and driving the flying vehicle to leave the area.

Bai Luoli leaned against the man's chest, playing with a palm-sized blood-tea amber bead, which was a thank-you gift from the mermaids in the sea. One little mermaid was reluctant to leave the world on shore, so she swam out secretly with her friends, and were caught by fishermen with a fishing net. Mermaids are treasures all over their bodies. Mermaid tears can turn into pearls, mermaid oil can be used to make lamps, mermaid meat can cure all diseases, and mermaid scales can be used to make clothes. Any part of them picked out alone is a priceless treasure.

The man couldn't bear to hear the little mermaids crying for help, so he spent a huge sum of money to buy them and set them free. Who would have thought that one of the mermaid cubs was the son of the mermaid chief.

Then I got this thank you gift. The gem is like a clear oval container filled with blood-red liquid. It can be cut with magic tools to make different ornaments to wear. Its hardness also increases with age.

Although it has no other effects, Bai Luoli still loves this gem. Mo Qianyu kissed his forehead and whispered: "Since Master likes it so much, why not let your disciple make it into a ring."

There happened to be two rings available, and Master could wear whichever one he wanted. The ring he had prepared was a gradient of blue and white. If he had known that Master liked bright colors, he would not have chosen such a plain color.

He started preparing a series of matching accessories and wedding dresses for the wedding as early as the two of them expressed their feelings to each other.

Bai Luoli didn't care whether it was making a ring or something else, she just told him to do it himself.

The man felt sleepy so fast that he put away the gemstone and closed his eyes. His body was becoming more and more useless. He had to sleep several times a day. Even Mo Qianyu was a little puzzled. He had just woken up for two hours and fell asleep again...

Looking at the man curled up in his arms, Mo Qianyu carefully picked him up and placed him gently on the bed, took off his clothes and boots, and then did the same thing himself and lay down beside him.

The long, curly eyelashes seemed to be able to catch the morning dew, the small and delicate nose was coated with a faint luster, and the two rosy lips were like newly blooming peach buds.

Her sleeping face was so peaceful and beautiful that he couldn't help but indulge in it.

During the days since they left the demon world, the two of them either practiced double cultivation or practiced double cultivation, which was more frequent than meditation...

After all, they are both men. Mo Qianyu would never think about those two words, and Bai Luoli is even more of a rough guy and didn't take it to heart at all.

One day, when his stomach gradually swelled like a ball, he finally realized how ridiculous the truth of the matter was.

Of course, progress is not that fast now, but that’s a story for later.