The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Mo Xiaolan no longer rejected Shang Jun like before. Shang Jun was very happy and talked to her for a long time. If it weren't for the important letter that arrived at the end, he probably could have chatted until the evening.

After Shang Jun left, she could finally have a good rest and had time to sort out what she knew in her mind.

"According to what he said, this is the 25th year since I ascended to the position of Peak Master. I was injured because I saved a disciple named Mo Luofan, who was bitten by a demon scorpion and was poisoned by the demon. However, because of the poison, I successfully advanced to the fifth level of Qingyuan Heart Method, and my skill can be considered among the top ten in the world of cultivation. Sigh." She sighed, thinking to herself, "Why are the people here so easy to deceive? Mo Xiaolan blocked the poison for Mo Luofan because she knew that in order to break through to a new level of the Heart Method, she would have to walk on the line between life and death. If she lives, everyone will be happy. If she dies, Shangjun will definitely save her because of how good he is to her. As for saving Mo Luofan, it was just to get the title of a good master."

Mo Xiaolan turned over, faced the wall, and habitually clicked on the bed curtain. She liked the feeling of poking her fingers into the gaps in the fabric. It was very relaxing and made it easy to think.

"How should I get back?" At this moment, nearly a hundred collections of time-travel romance novels flashed through her mind.

"By the way, in most novels it's written that you can go back home after you die."

She immediately got an idea and turned over, rummaging around the room, and finally found a small dagger. She couldn't wait to lift up her sleeves and cut it. But before the dagger got close to the flesh, she immediately got scared: "It looks painful. There should be more ways to die than just cutting your wrists, right? Yes, don't female characters in costume dramas usually hang themselves? Right, right, right."

There was no three-foot white silk for hanging oneself in the room, so she simply took down the bed curtains and pieced them together to make a three-foot bed curtain. After everything was ready, she began to hesitate again: "I heard that hanging oneself is very painful, and the death is very miserable, and the tongue can be stretched out very long. No, this is not worthy of the dignity. Yes, this is not okay, not because I am afraid, yes, try another way!"

After struggling for a long time, she finally gave up the idea of ​​death. She felt that she should just make the best of it and one should always look forward.

He suddenly collapsed on the bed, looking at the bed curtains that she had torn into pieces, and the system time-travel novel flashed through his mind again.

"Oh, this is weird. In time-travel novels like ours, shouldn't there usually be some kind of system? Why don't I have anything? Do they look down on me? What's even weirder is how I ended up traveling back in time and became Mo Xiaolan? I don't want to be the heroine or the hero's white moonlight (PS: So what if I'm the white moonlight, she still died in the end anyway.) I also don't want to be like Duan Shuangying, who has a successful career and a lover Mo Luofan. Even if I traveled back in time, I'd rather be like Princess Baili Suxue, who has no worries about food and clothing since childhood, is loved by her father and the people, and lives in the hero's harem when she grows up. With her background, no one dares to bully her. She has a broad mind, is carefree, free and unrestrained, and can spend her life with Mo Luofan (PS: The main thing is that she doesn't have to work, has money to spend, and can see the person she likes every day.) How great would that be? Why did I have to be transformed into Mo Xiaolan? She is moody, cold-blooded, and selfish. I feel like I can write a whole novel to scold her. I really don't understand why she had to live her own life like this, and now she wants me to live like this..."

Suddenly, her mind lit up and she thought of something. She sat up excitedly from the bed and knocked her head: "Am I a pig? This is not only Mo Xiaolan's life, but also my Blue Star Mo Xiaolan's life. In this world, I can be considered a person with a clearance strategy. I know everything from a God's perspective, so why should I live the tragic life of Mo Xiaolan? Besides, time travel is not common, and it feels quite fun." She put her hand under her chin and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, what we need to do now is to hold on to the protagonist's thigh. Since I am his master, I must be a good master and teach him well, so that no matter what he learns in the future, he will remember my kindness. And don't let the little angel Ghost King Mingfan go. A man like him, gentle as water, handsome, rich and loyal, I want to dream of having the Demon Lord as my apprentice and the Ghost King as my husband in the future. It feels so wonderful just thinking about it."

Just as she was feeling smug, there was a rustling sound at the door. She opened the bed curtain and looked towards the door: "Who is it?"

The brown wooden door slowly opened, and a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old came in, wearing a disciple's robe and with his hair tied up in a ponytail. The boy seemed a little afraid of her, and walked in tremblingly: "Disciple Zhu Fan greets Master."

"Oh, it's you."

Zhu Fan, Zhu Ling and Mo Luofan are Mo Xiaolan's only three true disciples. Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling are children Mo Xiaolan picked up from two wars. She thought naming was too troublesome so she just gave them two names at random. Mo Luobing became her disciple when he was ten years old.

The trouble is that Zhu Ling is very responsible. She thinks that a senior sister should take care of her junior brothers, so she is very nice to Mo Luofan. Zhu Fan likes that Zhu Ling sees that she is so nice to Mo Luofan, so he treats Mo Luofan as an imaginary rival in love every day, which makes him nervous.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Mo Xiaolan asked.

Seeing him dawdling after coming in, he lowered his head and rubbed the corner of his robe. He stood there for a long time before speaking: "Yes, that master, the other disciples in the sect said that I am a jinx. If it weren't for him, the master wouldn't have been injured. They said they wanted to clean up the mess for the master or something like that."

Mo Xiaolan rolled her eyes, lowered the bed curtain and continued to lie down: "I thought it was a big deal, just a small fight between disciples, let them be."

He turned over and continued to sleep. No other peak's disciples were more united than the disciples of Qingling Peak. It was because they had a selfish, sarcastic peak master. Mo Xiaolan didn't like to control them, so they became wild. They were polite disciples outside, but became wild monkeys when they returned to Qingling Peak. It was mainly because they had high self-awareness and foolishly thought that it was all because of Mo Xiaolan's good education, unlike other peaks that were strict. Of course, this kind of unity was only for one person, that person was Mo Luofan. It was not for anything else, but because Mo Xiaolan hated him. As the saying goes, hate the house and hate the dog, so even if Mo Luofan didn't cause trouble, they would make some trouble and blame him for the peak master's evil.

Seeing that Mo Xiaolan did nothing, Zhu Fan seemed a little anxious, and his voice was a little louder: "But, I don't think they want to just do a minor fight. Junior Brother Mo is already injured. If Master doesn't do anything, someone might die."

Junior Brother Mo...

When Mo Xiaolan heard these three words, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up: "The Junior Brother Mo you are talking about is not Mo Chu or Mo Luofan, right?"

"Are there any disciples with the surname Mo in Qingling Peak?"

A bolt from the blue struck Mo Xiaolan's head. The disciples of Qingling Peak were not going to play any tricks on Mo Luofan. She quickly got out of bed, put on her shoes, pulled her coat off the clothes rack, and rushed out of the door pulling Zhufan.

"lead the way."

Back Mountain——

Zhu Fan brought Mo Xiaolan to the stone steps at the back of the mountain. Before she saw any human figures, she heard fighting and noise coming from not far away. She was so scared that she quickly quickened her pace.

Dozens of disciples gathered at the back mountain. Two female disciples held down Zhu Ling, while the others punched and kicked the child curled up on the ground. The child did not resist but held his head and let them beat him. The scene was chaotic for a while.

The suppressed Zhu Ling had his hands captured and was unable to fight against them, so he yelled and fought, and called on his master Mo Xiaolan to suppress them.

"If the master finds out that you are bullying your fellow disciples like this, he will punish you."

"Senior Sister Zhu Ling, why don't you come out? Doesn't the Peak Master hate Mo Luofan?" The leading child tossed the stones in his hand up and down and threw them directly at the lying boy.

"He caused the Peak Master to be injured and lie in bed for so many days. Even if I beat him to death today, the Peak Master won't say anything, right?"

The child curled up on the ground was still trembling, not daring to refute and not having the ability to refute.

As they talked, those guys became more ruthless. He felt like his internal organs were about to be kicked out by this group of people.

"stop!"

Mo Xiaolan's voice came from behind, and the feet of several disciples stopped in the air for an instant. Zhu Fan ran over and pushed away the person who was holding Zhu Ling. Zhu Ling was stopped for a moment and leaned softly in his arms.

"Meet the Peak Master."

The disciples made way for them one after another. A few brave ones stood in a row and tried to use their bodies to block the person lying on the ground. Mo Xiaolan walked over and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

After several disciples looked at each other, they slowly stepped back, revealing the trembling boy huddled in a ball behind them. Mo Xiaolan squatted down and poked his shoulder with her finger and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"

After hearing Mo Xiaolan's voice, he slowly revealed half of his head, looked at her, shook his head, and said softly: "Master...Luo Fan is fine."

"Heh, you're still okay even after being beaten like this."

She slowly helped him up. His face was bruised and purple, his forehead was broken, and a lot of blood was flowing. She felt very distressed when she saw it. "These damn kids, don't you know how to be gentler? These accounts will be held against her in the future."

Mo Luofan coughed twice, and a little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Mo Xiaolan became even more anxious, "Oh my god, he even has internal injuries."

Mo Luofan looked a little worried and scared about its active approach, and he shrank back unconsciously. Seeing his big reaction to her, Mo Xiaolan simply stopped and protected him behind her.

She turned around and looked at the disciples behind her. They lowered their heads and dared not look at her, fearing that they would make eye contact with the peak master and their legs would go limp with fear.

She took a deep breath and yelled, "What are you doing? School violence? Isn't this what I usually teach you?"

In the disciples' impression, Mo Xiaolan had never been so angry, let alone yelling. She was as cold as wood. Her yelling today made the disciples even more panicked. They lowered their heads even more, wishing they could just bury themselves in the ground.

"Everyone who participated in the fight today must write a 2,000-word self-review and I will come to check it tomorrow."

"Yes, Peak Master."

Seeing how angry Mo Xiaolan was, the disciples really didn't dare to ask what "review" meant. Some were afraid that she would get even angrier, so they decided to figure it out on their own first.

Qing Medical Hall——

"Oh, I've never seen you personally send a disciple here."

Hua Ruoruo, a pharmacist of the Qing Dynasty, grew a magical herb on the Qingyuan Peak and cultivated into a human being. She can recognize hundreds of herbs and cure hundreds of diseases. Because the previous Qing Dynasty pharmacist had done her a favor, she took over the position of pharmacist after the previous Qing Dynasty pharmacist passed away, and it has been more than a hundred years since then.

"Alright." Hua Ruoruo finished bandaging Mo Luofan's last wound and walked towards the medicine cabinet: "Master, please pay more attention to this disciple. He has to come to my Qingyi Hall every few days. Is it so terrible to practice in your Qingling Peak?"

Mo Luofan lowered his head in embarrassment. Every time he came to Qingyitang for treatment with injuries all over his body, he would inevitably be asked how he got injured. He couldn't say that he was beaten by his fellow disciples, so he could only say that he was injured during his training. Surprisingly, Hua Ruoruo actually believed it.

As soon as Mo Xiaolan entered the room, she was attracted by Hua Ruoruo. Hua Ruoruo was cultivated from immortal grass, and her appearance was even more unique, with an oval face, apricot eyes, and slightly pink lips. "Not bad, she is worthy of being one of the three thousand beauties in the harem of Master Mo. Hua Ruoruo looks pretty good."

That's right, in the novel, Mo Luofan was often bullied and came to Qingyitang to heal his wounds. The man and the woman came and went here. After growing up, Mo Luofan would bring her some little things back every time he went down the mountain with a grateful heart. Hua Ruoruo was soon secretly attracted by this boy. After Mo Luofan seized Nuoxing Palace, she directly jumped to Nuoxing Palace to be his exclusive doctor.

"Master Mo, Master Mo." Hua Ruoruo waved her hand in front of her, and Mo Xiaolan came back to her senses.

"Why is Master Mo Feng staring at me?"

"Ah, well..." Mo Xiaolan tried to think for a long time before coming up with a seemingly good excuse: "You are beautiful, and I looked too much without paying attention."

Hua Ruoruo covered half of her face with her sleeves and smiled slightly: "Master Mo, you are joking. In terms of beauty, I am not as good-looking as you. You are firmly the most beautiful woman in the world of immortal cultivation."

"The people who ranked them are blind. I'm very curious why Mo Xiaolan is ranked first. It's so funny." She shook her sleeves, looking like she was discussing someone else.

"Ah?" Hua Ruoruo seemed a little confused.

Mo Xiaolan was stunned. "Oh my god, what am I talking about? Am I not Mo Xiaolan? How can I say this about myself? If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I will say something even more outrageous. I'd better slip away."

"It's getting late. I'd better take him back first. Bye." She pulled Mo Luofan and rushed out of the gate of Qingling Hall, leaving Hua Ruoruo sitting alone.

"Master Mo Feng is very strange today."

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Recently, there was a lot of commotion in the lake of Yuxian Town under the Qingyuan Sect. Many people were forcibly dragged into the water and their lives were in danger. The people of Yuxian Town went up the mountain to ask the immortals to subdue them. So the leader Shang Jun sent Mo Xiaolan to take his disciples to practice subduing monsters. In the early morning of the second day, she was forcibly pulled up and was still yawning on the way.

"Water demon? It's just a water ghost. Why make such a big fuss? In the end, it's just to serve as a backdrop for the warming relationship between Mo Luofan and his second wife Duan Shuangying."

Mo Xiaolan shook her head helplessly: "In the previous life, Mo Luofan turned from love to hatred and finally forced Mo Xiaolan to death. In this life, since I am not the real Mo Xiaolan, I can definitely reverse this plot. At least, I don't have to die in the end!"