It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Of course Ji Wushang didn’t go looking for Lan Qingya. He just slipped away.

Lan Qingya searched for him for half a month with a gloomy face, and the disciples of Liuyun Peak hid in the dark and trembled.

Finally, the youngest disciple Yuan Xi was pushed out by his senior brothers and sisters to block the knife.

Yuan Xi trembled as he handed her a letter and said, "Fourth... Fourth Master, this is the letter my master left for you before he left."

Lan Qingya took it and opened it.

Junior sister, I have to leave the sect for urgent matters, don't worry about me, I will come back after I finish handling it.

Third senior brother, Ji Wushang.

Lan Qingya smiled grimly.

Yuan Xi was so scared that he turned and ran away.

Before I ran far, I heard a loud noise behind me.

He glanced back with lingering fear and saw the roof of his master's house flying into the sky.

Master, your roof has been ripped off by Fourth Uncle!

She also plucked away your beloved red plum!

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Lan Qingya didn’t understand. Since Master had the Moonstone, why didn’t he give it to her directly?

She had to go through a detour and ask Ji Wushang to give it to her.

Isn't this unnecessary?

Jun Moxiao didn't say it clearly, and she didn't dare to ask.

After Gong Yi Jue learned that the truth serum was really effective, he began to study it diligently, striving for perfection.

Lan Qingya greeted him and took Hua Xiangrong back to Yalan Peak.

Qi Yanchen, who had been waiting in the side hall and had been restless all day, saw them coming and hurried out to greet them.

"Master..." he called out with some trepidation.

Lan Qingya nodded: "I invite Rong'er to stay for a few days, you..."

She wanted to ask you to entertain them for her, but then she remembered how he had said today that she had forced them together and how disgusted he was, so she changed her words and said, "Just do as you please."

As she said that, she pulled Hua Xiangrong back to the main hall.

She actually said, just do as you please.

Is the master who has been taking care of him since he became his disciple going to leave him?

Qi Yanchen felt as if he had been punched in the chest, and there was a dull pain.

He stood at the door for a long time like an abandoned puppy, and finally returned to the side hall.

Hua Xiangrong is indeed a wonderful person.

If her understanding of Taoism and her insights into swordsmanship impressed Lan Qingya, then her perception of fashion and intuition about beauty made Lan Qingya feel that she had met a soulmate.

In just five days, Lan Qingya talked with her about everything from the philosophy of life to poetry and songs, from academic problems to evening menus. Lan Qingya finally felt the long-lost friendship of her bestie.

Sweeter than honey.

The two women became closer and closer, but Qi Yanchen's mood became lower and lower.

On the sixth day, Hua Xiangrong had already slept in Lan Qingya's bed, and at night she was still whispering under the quilt.

Lan Qingya didn't notice at all. Hua Xiangrong looked at Qi Yanchen's proud and provocative arrogance.

Song Yanche from the Song family sent five more invitations.

Well, seven prescriptions were given in a row. Even Hua Xiangrong could feel his paranoid nature.

"Song Yanche?" She and Lan Qingya were in the bedroom, dressed lightly, only wearing thin gauze to cover their bodies.

At this moment, she was handing a cup of scented tea to Lan Qingya, and pulling up the veil beside her to cover Lan Qingya's graceful figure.

"Do you know him?" Lan Qingya took the scented tea and took a sip.

"I don't know him. But I've heard of his name." Hua Xiangrong recalled, "He was a serious scholar. I met him at a gathering of monks in Sifang Country. Even his hair was smooth and docile. It's normal for such a person to be a little paranoid."

Lan Qingya listened carefully: "He likes refining weapons?"

"Yes!" Hua Xiangrong nodded: "He is now at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage. He has been in the late Nascent Soul stage for a long time. It was because of his obsession with refining that he delayed his cultivation."

"Uncle Master, you have refined a magical weapon. Now everyone in the cultivation world knows about it. It's no wonder that his weapon-crazy guy wants to meet you."

Lan Qingya yawned: "Whatever, I don't have the time to deal with them."

"Uncle Master, how did you make a magical weapon? Can you make a divine weapon?"

Lan Qingya thought for a moment and said, "As for immortal weapons, you need to focus on refining them for a few hundred years. Those with higher comprehension may be faster than me. After refining a large amount, your level of refining will be improved, and refining immortal weapons will come naturally."

Hua Xiangrong smiled but said nothing.

It's easy to say, but is there anyone who is more intelligent than you?

"As for the divine weapon, it is not something that cultivators like us can refine."

Hua Xiangrong lay down beside her, face to face with her: "Who can refine it?"

"Someone is born as an immortal and advances through cultivation, or the gods who are blessed by heaven and earth can refine divine weapons."

"Oh, no wonder there are no divine weapons in the mortal world."

Hua Xiangrong nodded, turned over and sat up, gently pulling off the gauze, revealing Lan's elegant and smooth back.

Her white fingers massaged her shoulders and back.

Lan Qingya sighed with comfort.

[I wouldn't trade this kind of day for a god! ]

Hua Xiangrong felt as if she had eaten nectar, it was sweet.

"It's afternoon now. It would be more comfortable for Master Uncle and Rong'er to have a good sleep."

Lan Qingya looked at her lazy and relaxed appearance and chuckled.

【Xiang Xiang Rong Er, come and stick with me! 】

Lan Qingya was immersed in the gentle land and had no intention of leaving, but she didn't know that Qi Yanchen had gone out early in the morning.

He came back with a bruised face.

Lan Qingya put on a coat and walked out of the main hall with Hua Xiangrong.

"Yanchen, what's wrong with you?" She called out to Qi Yanchen who wanted to go back to his room directly.

"Master, I'm fine."

"You look so dusty and dirty that anyone can tell that something is wrong with you. Come here."

Qi Yanchen moved over with a frown on his face.

Hua Xiangrong smiled and said, "Uncle Master, Junior Brother Qi was beaten up by a group of people, right?"

Lan Qingya reached out to wipe the dirt off his face and asked, "Did you suffer a loss?"

"No."

"That's good. Go wash yourself and apply some medicine."

Qi Yanchen looked at Hua Xiangrong angrily, who had a smiling face. Thinking of his master's distance in the past few days, he pursed his lips a little aggrieved, but in the end he said nothing and turned back to his room.

"I'm afraid Junior Brother Qi has suffered a lot these days." Hua Xiangrong said with some worry in her tone.

Lan Qingya was very calm: "The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. He is only in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, but he possesses rare treasures and immortal tools. Which cultivator would not be jealous? The disciples in the sect dare not act recklessly due to the sect rules, but he still has to suffer these hardships."

After what happened between him and Hua Xiangrong, Lan Qingya understood that although she was his master, she could not help him solve all his problems.

This is also something he must go through in order to grow.

No matter how much she feels pain, she has to learn to let go.

Several months passed like this.

Qi Yanchen also had a stubborn spirit that refused to admit defeat. In the beginning, he was beaten black and blue every now and then, but when he came back later, his clothes were just covered with dust. Later, he could easily deal with a dozen fellow disciples without showing any fear.

A calm and powerful aura gradually emerged from him.

Lan Qingya was very pleased.

Her apprentice is finally growing up.

However, she couldn't understand it enough.

For example, when she woke up at night and scanned with her spiritual sense, she often saw him looking melancholy at the moon, or standing at the door of the main hall with a desolate figure, wondering what he was thinking.

She wanted to ask, but remembered his disgusted expression as he said, "I feel very uncomfortable."

He swallowed it back.

So she humbly asked Gong Yijue for advice on her disciple's mental health.

Gong Yi Jue didn't know how to answer it, as his disciples were all very easy going.

Finally, he dismissed her with a sentence "It can only be understood but not expressed in words".

[Oh, thank you, big brother, it is very useful to me. ]

Gong Yijue smiled and rubbed her head.

Finally, when Qi Yanchen secretly went to the cellar to drink to drown his sorrows, Lan Qingya decided to have a chat with him.