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

Bai Churan protested weakly: "Didn't the master promise to take Ah Chu with him?"

"Once you pass the trial, let Fu Feng bring you to me."

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Lan Qingya got up. Too lazy to take a shower, she used a cleansing spell to clean herself.

She walked up to him, held his face in her hands and said seriously, "I am willing to protect you all the time, but if we encounter a strong enemy, I will be unable to take care of myself. I hope you can also protect yourself."

"Ah Chu, it's not that I don't want to take you with me, I just want you to have a chance to grow."

Bai Churan felt that his emotions had become much more complicated in the past two days.

For example, now, he felt a little aggrieved and resentful, but when he saw Lan Qingya's patient explanation and her expression, he was strangely able to suppress all these uncomfortable emotions.

This was something he had never experienced before.

"Okay, I will listen to the master."

Lan Qingya smiled: "That's how you behave."

As she said that, she pulled up his sleeve and said, "Let's go and see what delicious food Fu Feng prepared."

*

Upper Bound.

Lord Zhaohua Mingxi Ziyun sat upright on the throne.

This is the main hall of Zhaohua Divine Palace. He seldom comes here to meet the immortals and gods under his command.

Today is particularly solemn.

In the temple, there were only Lord Wujie, Lord Qingzhiyuan and Lord Wanglong under his seat.

After Emperor Zhaohua finished explaining things, Qingzhi Wanglong took his orders and left the hall together.

The two walked outside the misty palace and talked in low voices.

Qing Zhi: "The Emperor is really worried about him. I don't understand why Father God has to keep his whereabouts so secret after returning to Chaos for so long. The Emperor is clearly... very worried about him."

Wang Long glanced back cryptically and said, "Say less. Father God's thoughts are not something you and I can guess. Didn't the Emperor say that he wanted us to help him overcome the calamity?"

Qing Zhi raised an eyebrow: "How can I help?"

Wang Long sneered: "How else can we help? The love calamity is already that woman, we just kill her and the calamity will be accomplished by itself."

"Have you checked the background of that woman?"

"She is just a female cultivator in the mortal world who has some friendship with him. At most, she can make up for it with some opportunities in the next life."

Wang Long Shenjun disagreed: "Being able to do this calamity for him is not a difficulty for her, but a great opportunity for her."

Qingzhi was silent for a moment, then walked away with Wanglong.

A piece of clothing was faintly visible in the corner outside the hall.

As they went away, the corner of the clothes slowly approached the temple.

Then Wu Jie inside said, "Emperor, everything is ready. What else are you worried about?"

Emperor Zhaohua said nothing, but tapped his fingers lightly on the throne.

Wu Jie continued, "Although the person who created the love tribulation for him is not one of ours, the Emperor does not need to worry so much. This time, he will surely be able to successfully overcome the tribulation."

Emperor Zhaohua hummed, "I'm afraid the problem lies with her."

Wu Jie chuckled: "The Emperor is worried and confused. I heard that the woman has passed the tribulation and ascended to heaven. She stayed in the mortal world just for him. There will be no problem."

"If the Emperor is really worried, why not ask Fuzhi to come down to earth and help him create that love calamity, so that they can get together in advance."

Emperor Zhaohua sighed softly: "With Fuzhi's personality, let's just forget about it. Let her wait for him to return to the heaven in peace."

The outer corners of the clothes disappeared quickly.

Emperor Zhaohua's hands, which were tapping gently on the throne, did not stop moving, and his narrow eyes drooped quietly.

Wu Jie understood, bowed and turned to leave.

*

Yalan Peak is peaceful and leisurely. Lan Qingya is fortune-telling and divination, looking at the hexagram and pursing her lips and smiling.

Ji Wushang sent a jade slip and said that he would wait for her in the capital Yuncang City.

Soon it was the day for Jun Moxiao to be reincarnated.

It's no use going now; he's still a baby in swaddling clothes.

But she couldn't suppress her urgency to see him.

He left sound transmission notes for Hua Xiangrong who was still in seclusion, Bai Churan who was concentrating on the trial, and Song Yanche who was busy with sect affairs, and informed Fu Feng and Ying Zhao of his whereabouts.

She went to Yuncang Country alone to fulfill her promise.

I'm going through that love tribulation for you, Mo Xiao.

Lan Qingya found Ji Wushang in a small village on the outskirts of Yuncang City.

At that time, he was reading a book in a courtyard beside a stream at the foot of the mountain. The shabby recliner under him made a squeaking sound as he moved.

The tall poinciana tree in the courtyard blooms brilliantly, like a red cloud falling on earth.

"Third brother, how are you?" She walked in with a smile on her face, her voice unusually sweet and gentle.

"Junior sister! You are finally here. I thought I would have to wait here for another ten years."

Having not seen each other for a long time, she felt a little more happy about meeting him after a long separation, but this joy did not last more than five breaths.

"Give me half of the money you spent on buying this courtyard first. Third Senior Brother has no money left."

Lan Qingya sneered and threw a gold bracelet to him: "Enough for you to buy ten courtyards."

Ji Wushang didn't care about her stinky face at all and took the bracelet: "What do you know? If you can't make ends meet, you will be poor if you can't plan well."

Lan Qingya: "What kind of life have you been through in the past few years? Why are you so poor?"

He was not poor, he just wanted to get some money from her.

Why should he spend his own money when he can spend it on his junior sister?

Lan Qingya walked into the house and took a look around. It was a small house with three rooms wide, and she and Ji Wushang had one room each.

Thus, a pair of reclusive siblings appeared in this small village.

On weekdays, Ji Wushang would paint some flowers and birds, landscapes, fans and other things and sell them, so they had a source of money.

Lan Qingya hid in the house and read some books to pass the time.

Ji Wushang bought a lot of books for her, which surprised her a little.

Since ancient times, books have been exclusive to the ruling class. Students who can read, no matter how poor they are, have a higher status than people in other professions.

But it seems that everyone can buy the books here, and the prices are not expensive.

Lan Qingya couldn't help but become interested in the Yuncang Kingdom.

One day Ji Wushang went out to sell paintings.

Lan Qingya: "Brother, I'll accompany you."

Ji Wushang was surprised: "As lazy as a pig, the sun rose from the west today?"

Lan Qingya would not tolerate him: "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. Stop talking nonsense and lead the donkey."

As she spoke she had already mounted it.

This donkey is the only fixed asset for the two of them. In the past, Ji Wushang would ride it into the city to sell paintings.

Now that Lan Qingya had taken it, he could only helplessly put the scroll and fan on the donkey and lead the donkey towards the city.

Ji Wushang's stall was on a street full of study rooms. Next to him was a poor student doing the same business as him.

That person is different from Ji Wushang who is just pretending to be good. He really makes a living from this, so he has more businesses than Ji Wushang.

For example, writing family letters, writing elegiac couplets, or helping the children in the neighborhood to recite some Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic, Hundred Family Surnames, etc.

Lan Qingya was stunned when she saw him for the first time.

This person...

It was clearly the Yinlu cultivator, Tian Qiming, whom she had let go during the Thousand Machine Formation.