The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

In the ghost world——

Mo Xiaolan woke up from the jade bed wrapped in red spider lilies. This time, she felt the warmth of her body.

Sitting next to him was Mingfan.

"Am I really back?"

"Ah."

"A complete resurrection."

"Ah."

Ming Fan patiently answered every question. She jumped up happily and hugged his neck: "It's great that you are not dead. It's great that you can see the sun tomorrow!"

Ming Fan hugged Mo Xiaolan back: "Do you remember what happened in the past few decades?"

Mo Xiaolan let him go and looked him in the eye: "No, but can you tell me, are these memories good or bad?"

When asked this question, Mingfan's mind flashed back to that day when Mo Luofan, wearing wedding clothes, picked up the body of the demon fox and said coldly: "From now on, we will never meet again."

"It's not a good memory." He lowered his eyes. At that time, he had never seen Mo Xiaolan so desperate. She followed Mo Luofan like a body without a soul, just for the person in front of her to come back and look at her. He followed them silently and sent Mo Xiaolan to the place of nightmare in the devil's world. That place was an ancient barrier and he could not enter.

Until one day, Mo Xiaolan came out and told him that she had caused this incident, so now she had to bear the consequences herself. The figure of the girl disappeared in the hazy moonlight.

I don’t know how long it had been. Mingfan was reading in the library as usual, when he suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart. It was the thing he had placed on Mo Xiaolan that was calling him.

But it was too late. When he arrived at Qingyuan Gate, he saw Qingluan's fallen figure. What he gave her at the beginning was the honor that only the Ghost King had, the art of rebirth. Every Ghost King would inherit this art, which was an honor. If the Ghost King fell in love with a human, that person had to experience death before he could be with the Ghost King. If the Ghost King was willing to give this only art of rebirth to that human, then that person could be reborn, but the Ghost King would only have this one life and there would be no way to be reborn.

He had long ago promised his position as wife to Mo Xiaolan, and shared his life with her. Fortunately, this method of rebirth saved her life.

He saved her soul, and her soul was attached to the blue phoenix feathers flying in the sky. From then on, he waited on the Naihe Bridge every day, waiting for the arrival of the person carrying Mo Xiaolan's soul, but this was too slow after all, so he came to the world and searched for the scattered soul alone.

So compared to Mo Luofan, he is the one who has the greatest hope of resurrecting Mo Xiaolan.

However, he did not intend to tell the person in front of him all this. After all, love is not possession, love is not pity. If it is out of gratitude, then the feelings that arise are not feelings, but kidnapping.

"Now that you are resurrected, what are your expectations for the future?" Ming Fan asked.

"In the future." Mo Xiaolan retracted her arm and thought for a while: "I haven't really decided where to go or what kind of life to live."

"Then do you still remember?" Ming Fan took her hand and placed it on his lips: "You promised to marry me."

The boy's voice was so warm, brushing past her ears like a gentle breeze, and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest.

The corners of her eyes slightly raised, and she said with her red lips slightly opened: "Okay."

The two smiled at each other.

-

At the foot of Qingyuanmen Mountain, Mingfan was a little nervous. Although he had been here before, this time he came with the purpose of proposing marriage. Although he was a ghost king who had fought on the battlefield, he was still a little shy.

The silly little disciple at the door was sweeping the floor while yawning. When he saw the two people coming, his hands shook unconsciously. After all, his cultivation was still shallow, but the two people in front of him looked very imposing and were not ordinary people.

After reporting to the Sect Leader, he stumbled over and saw his sister in front of him intact, as if the past sixty years had been just a nightmare.

Shang Jun looked much better than when he was seen some time ago, but time had taken away his heroic demeanor and replaced it with vicissitudes of life.

"Brother." Mo Xiaolan walked towards him.

There was another commotion.

Running out of the bamboo forest was a pair of young lovers.

They have shed their original Aokiji, and now have a responsible look.

"Master." The two men knelt down and kowtowed to him three times.

Mo Xiaolan's eyes were already filled with tears. Although all this was just a nap for her, the strange feeling still made her sad.

"Zhu Fan, Zhu Ling." Mo Xiaolan walked up to the two of them and asked, "During the time I was away, were you all well?"

The two did not speak, and only their sobs could be heard in the air.

That evening, the Qingyuan Gate was filled with joy and held a long-awaited banquet, feeling happy for the return of their old friend.

Seeing that the timing was just right, Mingfan took Mo Xiaolan's hand and walked in front of Shang Jun. With a wave of his hand, twenty large boxes of betrothal gifts appeared behind him.

Then he knelt on one knee and said, "I hope to marry Master Mo. Although I don't have mountains of gold and silver, it is also a token of my desire to marry you. I hope that Master Shang will accept it and let our two families become close relatives, visit each other often, and have a happy marriage. The love between us will become more fragrant as time goes by."

"Okay, okay." Shang Jun walked off the stage, helped Ming Fan up, and took Mo Xiaolan's hand, holding their hands together: "Xiaolan's life was saved by you. Your desire to marry her is witnessed by heaven and earth. You two will be together forever, and live together till old age. Mingfan, I will leave my sister to you."

"It's just." Shang Jun was a little embarrassed to say: "Now that the demons are in power, I'm afraid that your wedding won't be grand."

"No problem." Mo Xiaolan took the hand of the person next to her: "As long as relatives and friends are around to bless us, it doesn't matter how many people there are, and it doesn't matter whether the ceremony is grand or not." She looked at Ming Fan: "After the world is at peace in the future, will you allow me to have a wedding with a red dress ten miles away?"

"Although it's not allowed in the human world, in the ghost world, three books and six ceremonies, ten miles of red makeup, phoenix crowns and bridal robes, and brocade clothes are all required."

"Why is it so dull?" Qing Jing raised his glass: "Why don't we have a drink and bless the two newlyweds."

"Okay." Zhu Fan picked up the wine glass and drank it first.

In an instant, the house became full of joy again.

Zhu Ling came to Qing Jing with a wine glass and toasted him, and Qing Jing also toasted him in return.

"Mr. Qing, he looks a lot like an old friend of ours."

As soon as he said this, Qing Jing's hand stopped in mid-air, and he forced a smile on his face: "Really? If the old friend you mentioned is as elegant and heroic as me, is he here now? Can you please come out so I can take a look."

"No." Zhu Ling smiled and lowered her head: "We don't know where she is. We only know that she disappeared in the Three Realms and there is no news of her since then."

-

In the Nange Palace on the other side.

Mo Luofan was half lying on the couch. The spiritual doctor beside him kept transmitting spiritual power to him. He closed his eyes and listened to the report from the person next to him.

"The gates of hell are closed, and there is no news of the two hall masters in the human world."

Mo Luofan opened his bloodshot eyes and said, "Keep looking."

Since Ming Yao has the ability to bring Mo Xiaolan to his side without anyone noticing, then there must be a way to get her back. The Qingluan on his body has not disappeared, which means that Mo Xiaolan still has a glimmer of hope in the world.

"Brother Mo." Zhiying covered her chest, stumbled in, and knelt beside his bed: "Please forgive me."

Mo Luofan turned his head away from looking at her. If Zhiying had not concealed the fact that Youhuang had broken into the secret room, he might have recognized her as Mo Xiaolan earlier. But it seemed that he could not blame Zhiying entirely. After all, it was also his own fault. Youhuang had stayed by his side for so long, but he did not recognize her.

Zhiying took a few deep breaths and asked everyone to leave, leaving only him and Mo Luofan in the room.

"Zhiying knows that you will never forgive me, but I don't have much time left, so I want to ask Your Majesty to do me a favor."

Mo Luofan didn't reply to her, so she boldly continued: "I need a child."

"Get lost." What greeted him was a cold word.

In fact, Zhiying had already known that this would be the outcome, but she still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that this person would give her a child because of the little bit of time they had spent together that year.

"I really need this child." Zhiying held the necklace around her neck: "The secret of Peach Blossom Valley needs someone to inherit it."

"Impossible." Mo Luofan said, "I will never betray her in my life."

"Your honor."

"Go back to your Peach Blossom Valley."

"I can't go back." Zhiying took off her necklace and placed it beside his bed: "You will need me. The secret of Peach Blossom Valley is something that everyone wants to know." Now she can only use this secret to seduce the person in front of her. She doesn't ask to see them every day, but to see them again.

After saying that, she walked out the door. The person behind her waved his long sleeves, and she was teleported to Peach Blossom Valley. It was now night, and she could only hear the sound of the three springs flowing and the cicadas chirping. Zhiying returned to the wooden house, lay on the bed, listened to the water flow and the cicadas chirping, and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, there were her parents, her sister, and her second brother whose eyes were full of her.

-

Mo Luofan picked up the thing on the bed, which was a small jade tear. He didn't know what this thing was that could be guarded by the people of Taohua Valley for generations, but he knew why Zhiying wanted a child, because only the bloodline of Taohua Valley could protect this secret and unlock the secrets of the valley. After Zhiying's death, probably no one would be able to know the secrets of the valley.

He threw the necklace and it went into the treasure box at the bottom of the chest. He had no idea about the secrets in Peach Blossom Valley. He had heard from the world that it was full of rare treasures. Now he owned half of the human world and the demon world. Mountains of gold and silver and rare treasures were nothing but dust to him. What he wanted was never these external things, but just her.