The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Qingyuan Warm Pavilion——

Mu Qingfeng brought a box of fine tea to plead with Shang Jun to let the little junior sister and her little disciple go. After all, Qingyao Mountain was not a good place to stay. It was cold and there was nothing to eat.

Shang Jun took a sip of tea and said, "She knew clearly that she was the master, but she didn't discipline her disciples properly. She deserved it. If you plead again, I will add another ten days."

"Senior brother."

"Unless the top of Qingyao Mountain explodes, she won't be able to get out early!"

Rumbling--

A loud bang shocked the entire Qingyuan Gate. Shang Jun and Mu Qingfeng hurriedly ran out to take a look. The peak of Qingyao Mountain in the distance was really blown up. The originally pointed mountain top has now become a flat peak, and there is a lot of thick smoke.

Mu Qingfeng looked at Shang Jun, who was standing next to him with his mouth wide open in shock, and asked, "Brother, have you made too many mountain-top vows that even the heavens can't stand it anymore?"

Qing Medical Hall——

"Doctor Qing, Doctor Qing." Mo Luofan kicked open the door of Qing Medical Hall. Hua Ruoruo fell asleep again while boiling medicine and was awakened by the sound of kicking the door. After she came to her senses, she went to look for the person who kicked her door with anger written all over her face.

"Mo Luofan, what's wrong with you two, master and disciple? I told you not to kick my door. It's all money, pure silver, you know!!"

When she arrived at the treatment center, she was frightened. Mo Xiaolan was lying unconscious on the bed, with her hair and clothes disheveled. Mo Luofan's condition was similar to hers, with his hair and clothes disheveled. Their clothes were a little wet.

"Huh." She walked in and asked in disbelief, "You finally took action against your master." She gave a thumbs up, "You are so brave."

"Doctor Qing, what are you talking about?"

"Don't explain, don't explain." Hua Ruoruo interrupted him, "You were so fierce when you were young. I was stunned. If the master knew that he only punished you to face the wall, but never thought that he would help you two to take the last step, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. However, I am very optimistic about your relationship as master and disciple."

"Doctor, you misunderstood. Come and see how my master is doing."

Hua Ruoruo reached out and gently stroked Mo Xiaolan's body, and dots of light fell wherever she touched: "It's just that you fainted due to lack of oxygen. You will be fine after resting for two days."

"Really?"

“More real than real money.”

"That's good." Mo Luofan breathed a sigh of relief, his legs softened and he fell to the ground: "That's great, Master is fine."

The gossipy look on Hua Ruoruo's face came up again: "Tell me what you two did in Qingyao Mountain. The more detailed the better."

"Nothing."

"Don't give me that. I've read a lot of story books. I've fainted from lack of oxygen, but nothing has happened yet. Judging from the situation, they're probably just taking a bath together."

Mo Luofan really admired this man's imagination. He was really a poor man who was poisoned by the storybook.

In the entire Qingyuan Sect, only Hua Ruoruo knew that he liked Mo Xiaolan. It was not him who told her, but she guessed it. Hua Ruoruo liked to read worldly stories, especially those about princes and beauties, young masters and maids, and master-disciple love. So how could Mo Luofan, a novice in love, escape her eyes? She found out after knocking here and there. In order to help Mo Luofan, she often came up with bad ideas, and scared Mo Xiaolan so much that she ran away when she saw Mo Luofan, for fear that his actions were trying to tell her that he liked her, which was too scary. In the end, Mo Luofan robbed her of her private money and threatened her to go to Mo Xiaolan to hide the fact that he did not love Mo Xiaolan, but only had a simple master-disciple relationship, otherwise he would burn all her money, and her farce ended.

"Hey, let me tell you something!" Hua Ruoruo squatted down and met his eyes and said, "I recently read a storybook, it's about the love between a master and a disciple. The disciple has followed the master since he was a child, and has a crush on the master but doesn't dare to express his feelings. Then one day, guess what, he confessed his feelings, and what no one expected was that the master also liked him, and then the two of them got together and had a bunch of children. I think your situation is the same as that disciple. You like the master but don't dare to say it. Your master is also a dead tsundere. I haven't seen her treat Zhu Ling and Zhu Fan so well. She always responds to your requests. Normally, you come and kick my door when you get a little sick, causing me to lose so much money, and I don't dare to ask her for it."

If Mo Xiaolan was sober now and heard her words, she would definitely retort in her heart without hesitation. How could she be arrogant? She was clearly trying to curry favor and fighting hard for her beautiful life.

Mo Luofan sighed, "In your storybook, the master and the disciple like each other, but between me and my master, I always chase after her. My love for her is that of a man and a woman, and her love for me is that of a disciple. Just because I am her little disciple, she takes extra care of me."

His eyes dimmed as he thought of the time at Lingyao Mountain. He probably could not forget the scene when Mo Xiaolan huddled under a tree and said he was disgusting. It turned out that his love still disgusted his master.

"Ah." Hua Ruoruo sighed: "So. Are you ready to give up? You've liked me for so long."

"I won't give up, but I will never say it again."

"Cough cough." Mo Xiaolan on the bed coughed twice. Mo Luofan immediately stood up and stood blankly beside the bed.

"Okay, she's awake." Hua Ruoruo stood up and dusted herself off, saying, "You two can chat slowly, I'm going to go make the medicine."

After Hua Ruoruo left, the air in the room became quiet again, and it was so quiet that it was a little scary. Mo Xiaolan glanced at the person next to her, stood up, put on her shoes and prepared to go out.

"Master." Mo Luofan called him, "I'm sorry, I disappointed you in the illusion of the Merciless Thousand Gourd Monster."

"Illusion?" Mo Xiaolan turned around and looked at him: "What illusion?"

Mo Luofan was shocked: "It is the illusion that the Merciless Thousand Gourd Monster cast on my disciple..."

His voice became lower and lower, for fear that he would accidentally make her unhappy.

"The illusion of the Merciless Thousand Gourd Monster only appears in my head. How can I know your illusion?"

"What?" Mo Luofan was secretly delighted. "That's great. Master doesn't know."

"Then why is Master so indifferent to his disciples?"

At this point, the atmosphere in the room quieted down again. Mo Xiaolan pursed her lips before slowly speaking: "Luo... Mo Chu, I think I am still a little too partial to you."

"Master?"

"Wait, what did Master call me just now? Mo Chu? Master never calls me by my name."

"So, from now on, you should be more independent. You don't have to come to my room every morning, and come to Qingling Waterside less often. After all, the trial is about to begin, so you should prepare yourself well." After saying that, she rushed out without even looking back.

It wasn't that she wanted to distance herself from him suddenly, but the Mo Luofan in the illusion was really too scary. It was so scary that whenever she saw this Mo Luofan, she couldn't help but think of that bloody and disgusting scene. Anyway, the crisis of learning magic in Lingyao Mountain has passed. As long as she waits until the Qingyuan trial is over and Mo Luofan wins the championship and becomes the candidate for the leader, the leader will teach him personally and she won't have to spend every day with him.

It rained particularly heavily tonight. Lightning flashed in the dark sky. Raindrops hit the eaves as if they were going to punch a hole in them. Mo Xiaolan, lying on the bed, unconsciously hugged the quilt tighter.

It was strange. The bed in Qingling Water Pavilion was obviously softer and more comfortable than the bed in the cave, but she didn't feel as peaceful and warm sleeping as in the cave.

"Luo Fan..."

Mo Xiaolan buried her head in the warm quilt, and sleepiness finally came gradually. The figure of the eighteen-year-old boy always broke into her dreams, occupying all her thoughts. His voice changed from a cute boy's voice to a boy's voice and then to a mature man's voice, but the only words he uttered were "Master, Master, Master..."

"Mo Xiaolan!" The eighteen-year-old boy turned into a twenty-five-year-old man. His eyes were red, the Xuanmo Seal on his forehead became more and more terrifying, and the smile on his face was creepy and no one dared to look directly at him.

"Master, every time you say you don't love me, I will cut off a piece of your flesh until you say you love me."

Every word he said was as terrifying as Satan crawling out of hell.

Rumbling--

The lightning outside the window woke her up. Mo Xiaolan was so scared that she sat up. The horrible dream just now frightened her so much that she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. When she came to her senses, she found that her forehead was covered with sweat.

The rain outside the window was still falling heavily, as if it wanted to wash away all the sins.

Mo Xiaolan got up, turned on the light, and sat outside the window watching the heavy rain falling. There was a white figure in the rain, which was quite eye-catching in the dark night.

"Luo Fan?"

After Mo Xiaolan confirmed that it was Mo Luofan's figure, she immediately ran out with an umbrella and clothes. When her hand touched the door, her feet stopped. She didn't know what she was thinking at this moment. After pausing for a while, she walked back to the place where she had just been. She took out a communication talisman from the drawer and whispered a few words. The communication talisman turned into a small butterfly and flew into the house of Qingling disciple.

He had been kneeling here for a long time since Mo Xiaolan returned to Qingling Water Pavilion. He didn't go back until the heavy rain fell. He saw the light in the room turned on, but the person inside didn't come out. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Suddenly, he felt no more raindrops falling on his head. He looked up and saw that it was his senior sister Zhu Ling holding an umbrella for him.

"Sister?"

"Go back." Zhu Ling put a coat on him: "Master will not come out."

"No." Mo Luofan continued to look at the room in the waterside pavilion: "Every time I kneel here, Master will definitely come out."

Zhu Ling pursed her lips before slowly asking, "What happened between you and Master? Master has always loved you, but this time you knelt here for a long time but he refused to come out to call you."

"I don't know." A trace of sadness appeared in Mo Luofan's eyes. "I don't know why I made Master unhappy again. If Master is willing to come out and explain it to me, I will definitely change. I will change everything. As long as Master says so, I will definitely change for the better."

Until dawn, Mo Xiaolan had not come out of the pavilion, and Mo Luofan was dragged out of the Qingling Water Pavilion by Zhu Ling and Zhu Fan because he had to attend morning classes.

Mo Luofan thought that his master would come out in a few days, talk to him, tell him what he did wrong, teach him and make him change. But seven days passed and Mo Xiaolan still didn't step out of the room. But she didn't stop anyone, anyone could come in to see her, except... Mo Luofan.