The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

The voice was as chilling as the cold lake water in winter, and Mo Xiaolan was so frightened that beads of sweat appeared on her back. Such a nonsensical question, could it be that Zhiying really betrayed her?

Impossible, she thought again, Zhiying cared about Mo Luofan so much, how could she betray her without considering the consequences?

"Speak." Mo Luofan's intimidation became stronger and stronger, almost making her unable to breathe.

"Yesterday, I was... not feeling well, so I was resting in my room."

"Oh, really?" Mo Luofan stood in front of her, lowering his head slightly: "I feel better now."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I feel much better now."

The next second, he wanted to slap her on the back, but before he could do it, a blue light flashed behind her, knocking Mo Luofan back again and again, and finally retreating out of the pavilion.

"Xuantian Liuguang! Come back." Mo Xiaolan recalled the Xuantian Liuguang Sword and gripped the hilt tightly, hoping that he would not understand the automatic attack of the artifact to protect its master as a provocation.

"What a Xuantian Liuguang!" Mo Luofan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at it as if it were a traitor: "Are you so impatient to recognize a new master?"

As he said that, he attacked him. Xuantian Liuguang also had his own temper and swung his sword to meet the attack. Then, the man and the sword began to fight each other.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaolan shook her head. She wondered how powerful Mo Luofan was now. Could he defeat this divine weapon? If he didn't, wouldn't it be a loss of face for him? If he did, wouldn't she be in danger? It seemed that she had to think of a foolproof plan.

So she gritted her teeth, hardened her heart, and ran forward to block between them. When Xuantian Liuguang saw the master in front, he stopped, but Mo Luofan didn't brake and slapped her on the shoulder. Mo Xiaolan took two steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. After she stood firm, she immediately knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, please spare my life. The artifact is spiritual and will protect the master on its own. Please forgive me."

Xuantian Liuguang seemed to realize that he had done something wrong and quickly shrank back behind his master.

"Forget it." Mo Luofan took a few steps forward, walked behind her, and said, "A thief broke into my bedroom yesterday. I am also very curious about what kind of thief he was. He has such a high level of cultivation and was able to enter Nange City and my palace without anyone noticing. It seems that the guards need to strengthen their defenses. Then I will leave this matter to you, Saint."

The word "saint" was spoken with great emphasis.

"Subordinates take orders."

After leaving the Saint Maiden Palace, Qing Jing jumped out from behind a locust tree and asked, "How is it? Did you get it?"

"Yeah." Mo Luofan spread out his palm, and two small blood beads appeared on it. Judging from the color, the one on the left was still fresh.

"The one on the left belongs to Youhuang, and the one on the right belongs to yesterday's thief. Use your secret technique to see if they are the same." He handed the thing to Qing Jing and said, "Use your soul secret technique to see if it works and see if it can be used to see her origins."

"The Secret Soul Art is an art from the ghost world. Wouldn't it be better to let Mingyao do it?" Qing Jing took out the Qiankun Jade Box and put the two drops of blood into it.

"No, this matter is known only to you and me."

Hearing this, Qing Jing was a little worried: "Youhuang was brought by Yaoyao. If something goes wrong..."

"Don't worry, Mingyao is my good friend, and I know that she has a special identity. If there are any clues, I will not blame her."

"Well, thank you, Your Majesty." Qing Jing took the blood and said goodbye to Mo Luofan: "But I am not very familiar with this secret technique. I am afraid I need to be in seclusion for three days. During this time, Your Majesty, please cover for me."

"That's natural."

After arranging everything, Mo Luofan came to the secret room. This place could not be easily changed, so he could only add more barriers. As soon as he opened the door and entered the wooden house, the lotus behind the screen floated up.

"How is it, have you found that person?" The gentle female voice came from the blue lotus floating in the air.

"Still investigating." Mo Luofan replied.

"sorry."

"No need to apologize." Mo Luofan approached the screen and said, "Senior Mo sacrificed her human form to maintain the spell at a high price, which resulted in her being awake for only ten days in a month. It's my fault that I failed to protect her soul or the barrier."

"You don't need to blame yourself." Mo Qingge choked up and said softly, "Actually... there is a weak telepathy between her and me. Some time ago, when I woke up, someone invaded. The telepathy was very strong. It's a pity that my eyes were closed and I couldn't see the person's face clearly. After she was injured by the barrier yesterday, although I was asleep, I had a certain feeling, but I couldn't be sure if she really came back."

The man and the flower fell into deep thought. Mo Luofan clenched his fists and suppressed his excitement: "It's okay. After three days, everything will be clear."

Mo Luofan told others that Qing Jing was sent out by him to carry out a mission, which made Ming Yao sulky for a long time. Their engagement was about to take place, but she was sent out to carry out a mission at this critical juncture, and she didn't know how long she would be able to come back. She was like a little puffer fish every day, and would start to get upset when she encountered the slightest unhappy thing.

She requested to go on missions with Qing Jing, but was rejected every time. Seeing that she was so lovesick, Mo Xiaolan had to take her out of the city to relax, and her depressed mood was slowly relieved.

At night, Mo Xiaolan was still immersed in sleep. There was a strong wind outside, which blew down the leaves on the sycamore tree outside the house. The strong wind foreshadowed the coming of a heavy rain.

Mingyao woke up from her dream. For some reason, she always felt that there was something outside the door, so she got out of bed, put on her shoes, put on her coat, and opened the door.

The wind was so strong in the evening that several saplings in the yard were shaking, and outside her door, the green clothes embroidered with silver thread were also blown up, looking so lonely and helpless in the darkness.

"Qing Jing?" After seeing the man's appearance clearly, Ming Yao immediately grabbed his hand: "Why are you standing here? It's about to rain heavily. Come in." She tried to pull him into the house, but Qing Jing just didn't move, standing there like a thousand-pound stone.

He raised his head, his face full of tears: "You Huang is Mo Xiaolan, right?"

The pulling force disappeared, Mingyao let go of his hand, not daring to look into his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Qing Jing grabbed her shoulders and said, "Why did you hide it from all of us? Your Excellency said that when he came back from Fengluan Mountain, the soul he mentioned disappeared overnight. Was it Mo Xiaolan who took it back? Yaoyao, tell me, tell me everything, okay?"

"You haven't woken up yet, how is that possible?" Ming Yao forced a smile: "Mo Xiaolan is an immortal master with a high level of cultivation, and You Huang is just a doctor with a medium level of cultivation. It is indeed unbelievable that Xuantian Liuguang Sword chose him as the new host, but..."

"I used the Soul Secret Technique." Qing Jing said calmly, "I checked the blood of You Huang and the assassin who broke into Your Majesty's bedroom at night. They are the same person, so I used the Soul Secret Technique and found out that You Huang and Mo Xiaolan are the same person. It was the Ghost King who disguised her and sent her here to find a body. Am I right?"

"You used the magic I taught you to deal with us." Ming Yao raised his thin eyebrows, with some anger in his tone.

"I'm just trying to find out the truth."

She lowered her head, her tone showing the helplessness of having her lie exposed: "Yes, everything you said is right, she is Mo Xiaolan."

Qing Jing let her go, smiling and crying at the same time, and reached out to wipe away the tears on his face: "I'm going to tell the Lord about this, he will definitely be very happy, Mo Xiaolan is back, he must be very happy, all the hard work for so long has not been in vain, these thousands of days and nights, finally in exchange for the results, he finally..."

"Don't go!" Ming Yao cast a barrier to stop him from turning around and running.

Qing Jing turned around and asked in confusion: "Why, you have been here for so long, you should know everything about the relationship between the Lord and her, and you also know all the hard work he has put in. Now that he has finally achieved his goal, why don't you let me tell him?"

Ming Yao yelled, "My brother didn't have to pay as much as Mo Chushao!"

She clutched the corner of her clothes, her voice low and choked with sadness: "Yes, everything Your Majesty has done is indeed admirable, but isn't he the culprit behind all this? If he hadn't been mentally unstable, how could he have been bewitched, and Mo Xiaolan wouldn't have died! Now that Mo Xiaolan has woken up, she hasn't forgotten anything, except every bit of her love for Mo Chu. Don't you think that everything now is more like God giving my brother a chance? My brother saved her life, so she should belong to my brother!"

"But all this is too cruel for Your Majesty. Over the years, he has suffered a lot for his own stupidity." Qing Jing's tone was also a little choked up: "He has had a bad fate since birth. God finally gave him a beam of light, but then took it back. He finally found it again with great difficulty."

"Have you never blamed him?" Ming Yao approached step by step: "Over the years, the anger in your heart. Have you really extinguished it?"

Qing Jing stayed where he was after her words hit the nail on the head. On that day of that year, he was locked in a dungeon with heavy shackles on his hands. He learned from the guards about Mo Xiaolan's death. He collapsed at that moment and wanted to rush out and fight Mo Luofan countless times, but he could not get rid of the shackles on his body and could not get out of the cage. Although he finally belonged to Mo Luofan, his original purpose was to help Mo Luofan find Mo Xiaolan's soul. Although so many years have passed, every time he thinks of it, he still feels some resentment in his heart. He hates himself for being powerless and also hates Mo Luofan for indirectly taking her life.

At first, he once said to Mo Luofan, "Why didn't you die?" Mo Luofan didn't blame him, and asked himself, "Yes, why didn't I die? Maybe this is her punishment for me. The one who is left behind will suffer the most."

Ming Yao walked in front of him, removed the barrier, and held his hands tightly: "We two cannot influence the affairs between the three of them, so why not let them make the choice themselves."

Qing Jing's eyes were already devoid of expression, and he repeated her words: "Leave it to them themselves?"

"Yes, leave it to them." Ming Yao rested her forehead on their intertwined hands. "However, we must first revive Mo Xiaolan completely. No matter who she chooses, we will not interfere, okay?"

Both of them have people they want to see live happily together, but there is only one Mo Xiaolan, and they cannot control her thoughts, so they might as well give the choice to the three of them.

"Okay." Qing Jing put his other hand over their hands, with a glimmer in his eyes: "Then, Yaoyao, let's get married."

Ming Yao was startled and looked up at him. She didn't know why, but suddenly the person in front of her was different from before.

Qing Jing smiled at her and said, "I always put off marriage before because I wanted to give myself to you completely. Now I have no regrets and can fulfill my promise to be devoted to one person. I'm sorry for making you wait for so long."

Suddenly, Mingyao understood why he was that high-spirited, free and happy young man when they first met. It seemed that nothing could restrain him and he was as free as the wind.

But when the two met again, someone taught him how to love, someone gave him a home, so Feng had emotions, but... one day the love was gone, the home was destroyed, and Feng, who wanted to get everything back, was shackled. Now that he has love and the home is back, Feng has taken off the shackles.

She knew that the boy she was waiting for had really come back.