The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

To go to Qingyuanmen to celebrate the birthday, there are so many things needed, and time is tight, so they have to set off the next day, so Mo Xiaolan can only work the night shift.

Mo Luofan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. From time to time, he looked at the red rose on the table. As he looked at it, he couldn't help but smile. His mind was filled with that heroic figure. Sometimes she was cold as ice, like a fairy that no one dared to approach, and sometimes she was a little naive, like a stupid beauty who could not survive on her own in the mortal world.

"Master."

"Mo Xiaolan."

"Xiao Lan."

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After several days of traveling, they finally arrived at Qingyuan Gate. Qing Jing and Ming Beilin also came with them. However, Ming Beilin turned into a beast and lay on Qing Jing's shoulder. After all, it was really tiring to walk when he turned into a human. Since there was a free mount, why not?

When Zhufan and Zhuling heard that several people were coming, they immediately ran down the mountain to greet them. They walked into the Qingyuan Hall, where the banquet had been set up and the leaders of various sects had arrived one by one. During these sixty years, many of the leaders of the immortal cultivation sects had changed. Mo Xiaolan saw Jiang Qiqi sitting on the right at a glance. The girl now had long lost her original fresh look, and her eyes were full of traces of wind and frost. It seemed that her original shy appearance had been buried in the years, and only endless desolation was left.

Mo Xiaolan wanted to go up and talk to her, but stopped herself. They hadn't seen each other for many years, and there was an inexplicable atmosphere of strangers between them, which made people feel a little breathless. Jiang Qiqi also saw her and just nodded and smiled at her.

So Mo Xiaolan could only pull Mo Luofan beside her to sit on the seat on the right side of Shang Jun. The banquet began, and various dishes were served one after another. Mo Xiaolan's table was the most different, as all of them were the things she and Mo Luofan liked to eat.

Everyone knows that the leader of Qingyuan Sect, Shangjun, loves his sister the most. Because of his love for his sister, Jinghuo has come to like the Demon Lord's brother-in-law. However, this has also made a huge contribution to the friendship and peace between the two worlds.

Mo Xiaolan picked up the exquisite dish in front of her and savored it carefully, but the person next to her did not move. He looked at the faces of everyone in the hall, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Mo Xiaolan put a piece of chicken into his bowl. Seeing this, Mo Luofan also picked up the chopsticks on the table, put the piece of chicken into his mouth, chewed it for a while, his face immediately changed, and he spit it out immediately.

This is not a piece of chicken, it is clearly a piece of aged ginger.

"Mo Xiaolan!" He roared in a low voice, but the sound was so low that only the two of them could hear it. Mo Xiaolan covered her mouth to hold back her laughter, made a face at him, and whispered, "Who made you so absent-minded? You're not even active in eating. I wonder if there's something wrong with your brain."

Mo Luofan didn't bother with her. He picked up the porcelain bowl in front of him and began to enjoy the food. However, Mo Xiaolan beside him became a little quiet.

After the banquet, Shang Jun personally saw off the leader of the sect, but asked Mo Xiaolan and his wife to stay. Every time he saw this loving young couple, Shang Jun always felt mixed emotions. He took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Luofan. When he opened it, he found a Qingyuan token inside. With this token in hand, even if Mo Luofan was a member of the demon clan, he could move freely in the Qingyuan sect.

Shang Jun coughed twice and said, "You two are going to get married soon anyway, and it's not good for Qingyuan Sect to always not let you, the future peak master, in. Anyway, I still say that since Xiaolan likes you, I can forget about the past. If you dare to bully her in the future, I will risk my life to destroy your Nange Palace, understand?"

Mo Luofan stayed where he was without replying. Mo Xiaolan kicked him from behind, and he came to his senses and said quickly, "Disciple obeys your command."

"What disciple?" Shang Jun turned his head and said, "According to the rules, you should also call me brother."

"Yes, brother."

The two finally let go of their past grudges and were willing to shake hands and make peace, but Mo Xiaolan on the side was not very happy. She looked at the people around her and always had an indescribable sense of strangeness. Obviously, their appearance, temperament, and even their unique personal spiritual power all showed that her suspicion was wrong, but there was always an indescribable feeling.

After coming out from Shang Jun, Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling had been waiting at the door for a long time. After seeing Zhu Ling, Mo Luofan immediately walked up to her and pulled her aside, looking very anxious: "Senior Sister, are you okay?"

Zhu Ling was still confused, but suddenly she remembered that when she went down the mountain to train some time ago, Zhu Fan behaved intimately with a woman who had lost her family. The woman made it clear that she had a good impression of him and even threatened that she didn't mind being his concubine. In a fit of anger, she wrote a letter to tell her master. Maybe the content of the letter was also seen by Mo Luofan, so he cared about her so much, right?

She sighed, touched his head, and spoke softly as before, gently saying: "Don't worry, that person has already apologized to me, I will be magnanimous and forgive her." After saying this, Zhu Ling's eyes drifted in the direction of Zhu Fan.

Zhu Fan also came over with a smile on his face, put his hand on Mo Luofan's shoulder and said, "Hey, women, you have to coax them and raise them, I tell you." As he spoke, he led her to the other side, took out a thin book from his clothes and handed it to her, "I recently saw a book that teaches us how to please our wives. I tell you, this book is amazing, it knows their thoughts thoroughly, and now I will officially pass this book to you, so seize the opportunity."

Mo Luofan took the book with a confused look on his face. The big words on it, "One Hundred and Eight Ways to Please Your Wife" seemed a little embarrassing at this moment.

"Okay, okay, it's so late, let's go back quickly." Zhu Ling took Mo Xiaolan's arm, while Zhu Fan and Mo Luofan held lanterns beside them.

"Ah." Zhu Fanfa asked, "Achu has become our master's husband, so do we have to call you master's husband?"

"No, it feels so weird." Mo Luofan shuddered all over. Thinking of the way Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling called him master in the future, he felt inexplicably weird.

"Then what should we call you from now on? We can't mess up the generations." Zhu Ling said, "Why don't you let Master make the decision? We can call you whatever you say."

Mo Xiaolan thought for a while and said: "Let's just do it the same as before. Luo Fan and I are together. It's a matter between the two of us, without any emotional connection between us.

"it is good!"

The four of them walked back to Qingling Peak talking and laughing, just like when they were little, but the three children had grown up. Zhu Ling and Zhu Fan were already able to protect this place with their own abilities, and Mo Luofan had grown into his husband. Perhaps this was what a perfect life was all about.

There are no stars tonight, but a big bright moon hangs in the sky. The moon is very full, just like the round moon at this moment.

Back at Qingling Water Pavilion, Mo Xiaolan personally took off his hair crown for him. Before he could let his hair down, Mo Luofan saw the broken sword tassel on the dressing table, lying there quietly. Suddenly, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"The Qingyuan Sect is so friendly now." Mo Luofan said, "My senior sister is still here, my senior brother is very kind to me, there is also the most arrogant sect leader I have ever seen, and my master who only has me in his eyes and heart."

Mo Xiaolan stopped combing his hair and stroked his black hair: "Everything is getting better, isn't it? Although so many things have happened during this period, everything seems to have returned to the starting point."

"Back to the starting point?" Mo Luofan asked, "Can a broken mirror return to its original state?"

"Of course, but there are some marks on it that will never disappear. However, it is precisely these marks that tell the extraordinary experience of this mirror."

"But what if I want a complete mirror?" Mo Luofan opened his eyes, which had originally been hidden in the black color of a human being, but now turned back to a blood-red color. He roared in a low voice, "Why, why should I become the one who is deserted by everyone?"