The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Fifteen years after becoming an apprentice, Qingyuan Sect welcomed a man who changed the world.

It was just dawn when Mo Xiaolan yawned and came to the main hall. The disciples passing by seemed to be talking about something, but they ran away as soon as they saw her.

"Xiao Lan!" Hearing this voice, she knew which gossipy Second Senior Brother was. She really couldn't understand it. Mu Qingfeng was so gossipy before he became the Peak Master. He was completely different from him after he became the Peak Master. Wasn't it because someone took over his body, or the position of Peak Master was too heavy, which made him schizophrenic.

"Do you know, do you know?" There were almost stars in Mu Qingfeng's eyes.

How would I know if you don't tell me? Mo Xiaolan rolled her eyes at him in her heart.

"You will have a new junior fellow apprentice soon." Mu Qingfeng said, "I just saw him in the main hall. He is a small boy with a very fair and tender appearance..."

New junior brother?

According to Mo Xiaolan's recollection, Immortal Daozhen had not accepted any other disciples, and the only person who could have become her junior disciple ended up becoming her little disciple.

and many more.

Is it possible...

Thinking of this, she didn't care that Mu Qingfeng was still chattering beside her, and immediately ran towards the Qingyuan Hall.

really--

She guessed correctly, and after many years, she saw the child again.

The child who can be happy for a long time just by buying him an ugly rabbit lamp.

The movement of entering the hall was so loud that it attracted the attention of many people, including the child hiding behind Shang Jun.

The ten-year-old kid, not even as tall as Shang Jun's waist, stared at him with his big eyes.

Looking at the child in front of her, she was a little surprised. Logically, Mo Luofan should be twenty-three years old now. No, that was not right. When she first came here, Mo Luofan was only a teenager. This request was unreasonable. She could only say that she was fooled by this broken illusion. Everything was clear. He was taking advantage of his feelings for his lover and wanted to participate in all the emotions in his life to fool her!

"You've come just in time." Immortal Daozhen coughed twice. His health was not very good and he fell down before he could finish his words.

Then, a funeral was held on the hilltop of Qingyuan Gate.

The last words of Immortal Daozhen before his death were to ask Mo Xiaolan to accept Mo Luofan as his disciple.

Looking at the product of the illusion in front of her, who sweetly called her Master, her angry heart suddenly ignited and she knocked over the tribute tea handed to her by the child. Her white and tender little hands turned red in an instant, scaring everyone present.

"Master..." Little Mo Luofan didn't know why his new master was like this, and tears welled up in his little eyes.

"Shut up, you don't deserve it."

You are a product of an illusion, a disgusting thing that plays with other people's feelings in the palm of your hands. You actually dare to call Mo Luofan's face Master. It's really disgusting and makes me want to vomit.

In the following time, she never gave a good face to this poor new disciple. Many people in the mountain speculated that he was unwelcome because of the death of Immortal Daozhen in Merovak.

The seeds of malice grew bigger and bigger in their hearts and turned into actions. Bullying this true disciple who had no title became a daily pastime.

Unable to bear it any longer, he came to Qingling Waterside Pavilion and told his fellow disciples about their evil deeds. However, what he got in return was his master's cold treatment and his fellow disciples' distortion of right and wrong.

Mo Xiaolan felt sorry for the poor child in front of her. She was more angry than sorry. She was angry that this broken illusion had captured her mind and the moment when she was most powerless. Once upon a time, she thought that before she came into this world, Mo Luofan had suffered humiliation and she was unable to protect him.

With the invisible affirmation of the peak master, his fellow disciples were able to bully him more easily.

Until the barrier of the Qingyuan Gate Demon-Suppressing Pavilion loosened and the poisonous scorpion was discovered, the poisonous scorpion was subdued by Mo Xiaolan and imprisoned here, so it had always resented this person. It broke through the barrier and immediately came to the Qingling Water Pavilion to seek revenge. It had assimilated many monsters in the pavilion, and its power became even stronger.

Mo Xiaolan asked Zhufan and Zhuling to take the disciples away first. In the panic of fleeing, someone pushed Mo Luofan, causing him to fall.

When the Poison Scorpion saw that he was no match for Mo Xiaolan, he thought it would be a good idea to kill one or two of her disciples to vent his anger, so he turned his attention to the lone Mo Luofan.

At this moment, Mo Xiaolan had no idea what kind of barrier she was in. At this critical moment, she only knew one thing, which was to protect him. Although she hated the product of this illusion, she was still a little dazed when she saw that young face in a panic.

The scorpion's tail hooked her arm fiercely, and the poison took effect immediately. Before she passed out, she only remembered that the child she protected was crying very sadly, and his tears fell on her body, which was very hot.

Really, it’s just an illusion, why do they make people so realistic, crying, laughing, and having real emotions? It really makes people...

However, it would be great if she could really be involved in Mo Luofan’s past.

Thinking back to the days in the Shang Mansion, although they were hard, they were also very happy. The three of us flew kites in the spring and caught small fish in the summer. Little Luo Fan even said he wanted to help make a fire, but ended up burning his hair much shorter. How stupid he was.

-

"Xiao Lan..."

Finally, Mingfan's voice woke her up. Beside her was the same red spider lily, blooming beautifully and enchantingly.

Mo Xiaolan sat up, still feeling dizzy, and asked in a daze, "Am I coming out of a fantasy world?"

"Illusion?" Ming Fan was a little confused.

"That's right!" She got angry when she mentioned this: "What kind of illusion is this? There is no eye in the realm, so people can't break the mirror. It also uses other people's emotions to play tricks on people in the realm. It's really a boring and disgusting spell."

"This is not an illusion." Ming Fan picked up a withered blue mandragora beside her and said, "This is the Yellow Spring Road, a road that combines the past, present, and future. It is said that life is a journey that cannot be turned back or moved to the future. However, there is an exception, and that is the owner chosen by the blue mandragora."

He picked up a stick on the ground and drew a straight line in an empty space: "Let's put it this way. Suppose this line is a person's life, but the first part of the line is the life that the person has not experienced yet. The owner of the red spider lily can go through this Yellow Spring Road to complete this life, and all the choices made during this journey will not affect the subsequent progress, because this life already exists, and it is just waiting for the person to go back at a certain time, that is, to go back to the past to complete this life journey."

"So..." Mo Xiaolan stared blankly at the thread. The Mo Xiaolan who met Luo Fan in this world was me from beginning to end...

So, when she was seven years old, she was chosen by the blue Lycoris and went to the world of the future. No wonder she was an orphan and no wonder she had no memories before the age of seven. It turned out that she was not a person from the 21st century, and this was not the world in the book. This was the world where she was originally supposed to live.

Suddenly Mo Xiaolan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the only firm thought in his mind was that he had to go back to that person right now.

Tell him that there is no original work in this world, no original owner, and there has always been only her.