The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Now, the only people left in the entire Qingling Waterside Pavilion were Mo Xiaolan in the room and Mo Luofan outside the room. When Le Zhenyu left, Mo Xiaolan once wanted to break in and pinch her neck to ask her why she was usually so shameless and loved to listen to these gossips, but became their close friend at the critical moment and knew how to avoid them. The main reason why she didn't come out to see the disciples was that she didn't know how to face Mo Luofan, so she asked her to help deal with the three of them. As a result, those who shouldn't have left had left, and those who should have left were left alone.

"Master." Mo Luofan called out softly. Mo Xiaolan covered her mouth and nose with the quilt and dared not breathe heavily, for fear that the person outside the door would know that she was not resting and would immediately push the door in (he had done this before), which would have been even more embarrassing.

"Master, I know you haven't rested yet. I stayed here mainly to tell you that I already know about the visitor from Manting Sect yesterday. I feel useless. If I were stronger, I would not let that kind of person disturb your reputation. So I swear to you here." He raised his right hand and raised his index, middle and ring fingers: "I will definitely take the position of the head of the sect. From now on, I will never let you encounter what happened yesterday again."

Mo Xiaolan was stunned. She was really moved by Mo Luofan at this moment. She really wanted him to become the leader, get the certification of the righteous, and hold power in his hands, so that his life could be rewritten, he would not fall into the devil's way and become a scourge to the world, he would not be her enemy, and in the end he would not see the person he loved most die under her sword. She knew that he had never been a person who loved power and status. All he wanted was to share the future with his lover. This might be very simple for an ordinary person, but for Mo Luofan, the future Demon Lord, such a simple thing is harder than ascending to the sky. As his master, all she could do was bury his true identity under the glory of the righteous, and keep it secret for a while. Even if his true identity was discovered by the world one day, he would have the capital to fight against it. At least the final ending would not be in a high position, holding power, but without a lover around him. Even if he married all the beauties in the world and became the king of the world, he would only enjoy torturing people in the end. Such a Mo Luofan was really pitiful.

But now Mo Luofan told her that the only reason why he wanted to become the head was that he didn't want Mo Xiaolan to encounter something like what happened yesterday again. It was just a small matter, but to him, it was not a small matter. Anything concerning the master was not a small matter.

Mo Xiaolan ran off the bed uncontrollably. She seemed to be hugging the child outside the door, telling him that he didn't have to live for her, he just had to live for himself. She had stolen the real Mo Xiaolan's life, so how could she let this person who would have no intersection with her do this for her? She didn't want to, and she couldn't.

When she opened the door, there was no one outside, only the newly blooming cherry blossom petals falling down, dyeing the ground white.

She walked into the area where cherry blossoms were flying, reached out and held a small flying petal. She lowered her head, placed the hand holding the petal on her heart, and closed her eyes to prevent the tears from flowing down.

"Mo Luofan, you are really a big fool. Don't worry, Master will never let you make the same mistake again. At least he will save the life of your loved one."

The second round of the Qingyuan Trial - the Qingyuan Stage Competition. Draw a number and compete with the person with the same number as you. The winner can enter the next round.

After drawing lots, Mo Luofan looked at the high position of the peak master. The head of the sect, Shang Jun, the head of Qingxuan Peak, Mu Qingfeng, and the representatives of the other three sects were all in place, except Mo Xiaolan. The chair to the right of the head of the sect was empty. He was a little flustered, "Master never misses the important events of Qingyuan Sect. Today, even the other three sects sent envoys, but Master did not show up. Could it be that Master was scared by what I said yesterday? Yes, Master is a person who doesn't care about high and low positions. He must be scared when he heard his apprentice say that he wants to be the head of the sect. He thinks I am too ambitious and doesn't want to meet me. I disappointed Master."

"The first match is between Zhu Fan from Qingling Peak and Zhang San from Qingxuan Peak."

Zhang San has already gone to the arena and is ready. Zhu Fan holding a sword, jumps onto the arena, which draws cheers from the female disciples below the stage. Seeing this, Zhu Ling is a little unhappy. She puffs out her cheeks, with a look of "you're finished" written all over her face. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhu Fan will have to prepare to kneel on bamboo again that night.

After dozens of rounds, Zhu Fan won. When Zhang San came down, his fellow disciples comforted him, saying that it was not shameful for an inner disciple to lose in a competition with a true disciple. Zhu Fan was a little unhappy to hear this. Although he, Zhu Ling and Mo Chu were true disciples, their lazy master liked to play around all day long and sleep in his room from time to time. Disciples from other peaks practiced every moment except for eating, but they practiced for five days and rested for two days. During festivals, they would have a "holiday" of three days. Other disciples They have to practice for six hours out of the twelve hours a day, while the people at Qingling Peak only need to practice for four hours a day, which forces Junior Brother Mo to get up in the middle of the night to practice secretly. They have also discussed this matter with the master, hoping to get more time for practice, and after much persuasion she agreed that they can practice more every day, but they have to rest on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays. If they want to practice, they can practice by themselves, she will not supervise them, and they have to rely on their own consciousness on holidays. I really don’t know if the master is lazy, or the master is lazy?

"The seventh match, Li Si from Qingxuan Peak versus Wang Wu from Qingming Peak."

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"Scene 8..."

"The twelfth game..."

Seeing that the competition was coming to an end, the position of the leader of Qingling Peak was still vacant. Mo Luofan felt even more upset. If it was his turn to compete and the master still didn't come, he really needed to think about whether he wanted to be the leader. After all, if the master didn't like his ambition, why would he be absent? If becoming the leader would make the master unhappy, he might as well stay in Qingling Peak for the rest of his life and be an unknown person. But in this case, what if the next leader didn't respect the master? Not everyone is as good to the master as the head of the Shangjun Sect.

"Uh..." Zhu Ling poked Zhu Fan beside her and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Mo Chu? He looks a little upset?"

Zhu Fan replied: "Maybe he was a little nervous. After all, he was facing Duan Shuangying, one of the strongest disciples of Qingxuan Peak. It's inevitable that he was a little nervous."

"The fifteenth match, Qingling Peak Mo Chu versus Qingxuan Peak Duan Shuangying."

Duan Shuangying came on the field holding his Henglu sword. The blade emitted a purple light under the sunlight, and the disciples off the field sighed in admiration.

"I heard that this Henglu Sword is a precious sword made by Duan Shuangying himself."

"That's right. There are only a handful of disciples in this class who can make their own weapons."

“Although Duan Shuangying is only an inner disciple of Qingxuan Peak, her cultivation is not lower than that of a true disciple. If Sect Master Mu had accepted her as a true disciple, she would most likely have won the first place in the Trial Conference.”

"Who is fighting against her? That person is really unlucky."

"Who else could it be? The junior fellow from Qingling Peak seems to be called Mo Chu. I haven't heard of him doing anything significant."

"Don't talk nonsense. Master Mo Feng usually dotes on this little disciple. Maybe he will make a big splash today."

"That's true. Look at what Zhu Ling and Zhu Fan from Qingling Peak did to their opponent. I think this junior brother should be no worse."

"If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but this is Duan Shuangying. I think that junior brother is bound to lose."

Mo Luofan went on stage and looked at that position again, but there was still no sign of anyone there.

Suddenly Duan Shuangying made a move and Mo Luofan quickly dodged.

"Brother Mo Chu, do you look down on me?" Duan Shuangying asked, "You didn't even draw your sword, you fought with your bare hands."

Before Mo Luofan could answer, Duan Shuangying made another move. Mo Luofan did not counterattack and kept dodging. He was still considering whether he would win or lose, and his eyes looked at the position on the Qingyuan stage more than once.

In the soul state, Le Zhenyu supported his head with one hand, yawned and said, "What is Mo Luofan doing? How can this little girl be his opponent? Is she hesitating because she wants to lose gloriously?"

Jiang Qiqi, who was sitting on a chair, whispered to her, "Don't say that. Senior Sister Duan is also very powerful."

"I'm going to make a bet with you. Mo Luofan will definitely win. If I win, you have to go back and make me chopped pepper fish head for a month. The super spicy kind."

"I won't gamble, you bastard. Don't gamble with me if you're not sure."

As she spoke, Le Zhenyu saw a sneaky figure appear in the vacant position, and she walked over.

Mo Xiaolan walked to her seat, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down quietly.

"Hey, why are you here just now!"

Mo Xiaolan was startled for a moment, and when she opened her clear eyes, she saw Le Zhenyu sitting on the armrest of the chair next to her, staring at her. She lowered her head and said embarrassedly, "I accidentally... overslept..."

"Do you still have a sense of responsibility as a peak master?"

"You're still talking about me? You're a human, why don't you call me?"

"I called you, and you replied, 'Right away,' and then I left!"

"Really?" She felt as if someone had called her, but why did she fall asleep again? This was strange.

Mo Xiaolan looked at Mo Luofan on the arena. He was just dodging and didn't seem to be attacking at all.

"What is he doing? Is he being gentle and considerate to women?" Mo Xiaolan asked.

Le Zhenyu shook his head: "I don't know, it's been like this since the beginning. Yes, others were encouraging, but his master overslept and only came slowly halfway through the competition. It would be strange if he wasn't disappointed."

"Encouragement?" Mo Xiaolan felt a little guilty. After hearing what Le Zhenyu said, she seemed to be really sorry for him. At this time, she had not realized that Zhu Ling and Zhu Fan did not need encouragement either. She was even lying on the bed and dreaming. Zhu Fan and Zhu Ling said that Mo Luofan was their biological son, and the other two were picked up from the trash can.

"It seems that I need to give him a spiritual encouragement buff."

"Bafu? What is that?" Before Le Zhenyu could ask, Mo Xiaolan had already started using the spiritual language technique.

Her voice rang in Merofan's ears on the stage.

"Luo Fan, if you win this game, I will agree to one condition for free. After the game, see you at Qingyuan Pavilion. Don't let me down."

Mo Luofan looked towards the Lingyuan stage and finally saw the blue figure. The man gave him a faint smile, and the anxiety in his heart disappeared instantly.

"Mo Chu, why are you in a daze? Be careful!" Zhu Fan shouted.

Mo Luofan came to his senses and dodged to the side, avoiding Duan Shuangying's sword, then summoned his own sword. A red light appeared in his palm, and when the red light dissipated, it turned out to be a golden and red hilt. The silver blade of the sword had a red blade in the center of the silver blade.

Everyone was shocked, including Shang Jun and Mu Qingfeng. The hilt of the sword was golden and red, and the blade was silver and red. Wasn't this Mo Xiaolan's second natal sword, the Crimson Star Blue Cloud Sword? Everyone knew that when Mo Xiaolan first ascended to the position of Peak Master, she used half of her cultivation to practice for 260 days to make this sword. Although this sword was not as good as the Nine Heavens Flowing Light, it was already a first-class magic weapon in the world of cultivation. People thought that Mo Xiaolan didn't use it easily because the sword was not as good as the Nine Heavens Flowing Light, but they never thought that she would give the sword to her own disciple. She was willing to do that? What's more, wouldn't this kind of spiritual weapon recognize its master? Mo Luofan could actually let it work for him.

Shang Jun looked at Mo Xiaolan who was leisurely beside him and said, "You really dote on this little disciple."

"There's no other way. I have to pamper my own apprentice even if it costs me a lot of money."