The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

When we came out of Qingyitang, it was already dusk, and the sun halfway up the mountain enveloped the entire Qingyuan Gate in a thick layer of golden color.

Mo Xiaolan walked in front, and Mo Luofan followed behind. The distance between the two was always three steps, no more, no less. Suddenly, Mo Xiaolan stopped and looked up at the sky: "It's already this time." She turned and looked at the person behind her: "Are you hungry?"

Meroving shook his head vigorously.

"Are you afraid of me?" Mo Xiaolan helplessly reached out to touch his head. Mo Luofan had just been her disciple for less than a year. The eleven-year-old boy was almost as tall as her chest. A pair of big eyes on his tender face were staring at her, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

Suddenly, someone's stomach growled twice...

Mo Xiaolan couldn't help but laugh: "If you're hungry, just tell me. But let me be clear, I only know how to make fried rice with egg, don't despise me."

Food Hall——

Coming to the kitchen, Mo Luofan lit the fire while Mo Xiaolan fried rice. It was a picture of a loving mother and filial son. Soon a bowl of steaming hot egg fried rice came out of the pot.

"Master is so kind."

Mo Xiaolan was shocked: "You finally spoke. If you didn't speak again, I would really think you were mute."

"Master said that he doesn't like me to talk too much." Mo Luofan looked like a wronged young wife.

She laughed awkwardly a few times. In the first few days when Mo Luofan became Mo Xiaolan's apprentice, he often bothered her and wanted to get her attention in order to win her favor. However, Mo Xiaolan didn't like people chattering in her ears the most. When she got angry, she would coldly say to him, "I'm not a talkative person." Unexpectedly, Mo Luofan still remembered it until now.

After dinner, Mo Luofan took the initiative to wash the dishes. Mo Xiaolan was bored and put her face on the table waiting for him to come back after washing the dishes. Suddenly, an uninvited guest flew onto the table.

Mo Luofan had just opened the kitchen door and hadn't stepped out when he heard a scream behind him. Then a pair of hands hugged his waist from behind, scaring him so much that the bowl in his hand fell to the ground. Then his body was moved by a powerful force to face the direction of the table. Was he being used as a human shield?

"Cockroach, help!!!"

Mo Luofan came to his senses and hurriedly looked for the cockroach in the kitchen. It happened to be at his feet, so he stepped on it in a hurry. The poor cockroach was crushed into a mosaic.

"Master, it's okay."

"Really?"

"already dead."

Mo Xiaolan carefully stuck her head out to take a look, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure there was no sign of Mr. Cockroach. She let go of the boy who was about to be strangled to death by her, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground to sit down.

Mo Luofan knelt on one knee, level with her as she sat on the ground, and said with a smile: "So, Master is afraid of cockroaches."

Mo Xiaolan pulled his collar forward, bringing them one step closer, their noses almost touching.

"If you dare to tell anyone, you'll be dead."

Mo Luofan's face turned red, and even after she let him go, her face was still red, with no sign of it going away at all.

There was a crackling sound outside. The master and disciple went out to take a look and saw a huge bat flying in the sky, flapping its huge wings and roaring.

Without Mo Xiaolan asking, the memory immediately appeared in her head. This bat was a monster that the predecessor Mo Xiaolan had captured from Langzi Mountain not long ago. It was clearly locked up in the Monster Suppression Pavilion, but for some reason it ran out. This monster was extremely powerful, and Mo Xiaolan had to take a lot of effort to capture it alive.

As the memories emerged, Mo Xiaolan summoned his natal Xuantian Liuguang Sword, and a long sword with a blue sheath and silver body appeared out of nowhere.

"Luo Fan, hide well."

After she finished speaking, she went forward to fight with the monster. The Flowing Light Sword emitted a purple-blue sword energy that went straight to the bat's body. The bat screamed in pain, spit out a ball of fire, and fell back several steps. The smoke of fire rushed straight towards Mo Luofan. Mo Luofan had just become Mo Xiaolan's disciple not long ago, and Mo Xiaolan had not taught him anything. He could not avoid this move at all, and could only instinctively hold his head. One second before the danger came, someone hugged him before the fire and used his body to block the attack for him.

"Master!"

Qing Medical Hall——

After Hua Ruoruo finished acupuncture on Mo Xiaolan who was lying on the bed, she looked at Mo Luofan who was standing behind her with a face full of dirt and the gauze wrapped around his head during the day almost falling off. She said, "Don't worry, Master Mo is fine. Just go back and take some medicine to detoxify."

Hua Ruoruo took the silver needle and stood up and walked towards the medicine cabinet: "You should go back first, we have morning exercises tomorrow."

"No need." Mo Luofan looked at the person lying on the bed: "I'd better wait here for Master to wake up."

"Your master won't be able to wake up for a while."

She held the medicine tray and gently lifted the bead curtain: "Since you don't want to go back, then I'll do you a favor. The most important antidote herb is gone. Can you help me get a few fresh ones from the Demon Suppression Pavilion?"

As he spoke, he threw a golden doctor's token to him. Mo Luofan took the token and ran out immediately.

The Demon-Suppressing Pavilion is located between Qingyuan Peak (the territory managed by the sect leader) and Qingling Peak. Three large octagonal red jade pavilions are connected together, and the area they occupy is not much different from that of the martial arts training ground. As the name suggests, the Demon-Suppressing Pavilion specializes in suppressing evil demons and keeping them here. Affected by the formation, if they truly change within 9981 days, they will be beaten back to their original form and have to practice again. Otherwise, their souls will be scattered on the 81st day. The Demon-Suppressing Pavilion not only captures demons but also purifies demon herbs. Any demon herbs collected must be placed in it for purification for ten days before they can be taken out. They are red before purification and blue after purification. Therefore, in the Demon-Suppressing Pavilion, only those who hold one of the three tokens, the sect leader's order, the peak master's order, and the physician's order, can enter.

When he came to the outside of the barrier, Mo Luofan took out the token given to him by Hua Ruoruo and swept it lightly. The barrier opened a small hole for him to enter. He pushed the vermilion wooden door and a cold air came over him. The smell inside was really unbearable, like meat that had been corroded for a long time, or like flowers and plants in spring. All kinds of smells mixed together, making people very depressed. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

After finding the purified demon herb, just as he was about to go out, a ring placed in the middle lit up, and the fiery red light illuminated the entire demon-suppressing hall.

"Young Master? Are you the Young Master?"

Mo Luofan felt a wave of sadness on his back, and turned around tremblingly. The ring became even more excited: "Young Master, Young Master."

"I'm not some young master."

The ring became quiet, and a small black gas floated out, slowly floating into Mo Luofan's chest, revealing everything Mo Luofan wanted and feared. The demon scorpion, the demon bat, and his master had saved him from death twice, but he was powerless each time.

"I can give you what you want, as long as you wear me."

Qing Medical Hall——

Mo Xiaolan slowly opened her eyes, sat up and woke up Hua Ruoruo who was half asleep beside her.

"You're awake." Hua Ruoruo stretched lazily: "Your apprentice has gone back, what about you? Do you want to sleep here with me or go back?"

"I'd better go back." Mo Xiaolan stood up, put on her shoes, thanked her and walked out. Qingyuan Gate was very deserted at night. When she arrived at the foot of Qingling Peak, a child wearing a thin disciple's uniform and holding a lantern ran towards her on the steps.

"It was dark, and I was afraid that Master couldn't see the road clearly, so I went back to get a lantern, but I didn't expect that Master woke up first."

The light from the lantern shone on Mo Luofan's face, revealing his worried expression. Mo Xiaolan reached out and touched his head, then walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

"How do you feel, Master?"

"much better."

"That's good."

"Do you have something to say to me?" Mo Xiaolan noticed that he seemed to be hesitant to say something since the afternoon.

"Thank you, Master."

"Thanks?"

"Thank you Master for saving my life twice. And also." Mo Luofan pursed his lips: "I was not loved by Master before, but now Master is willing to take the initiative to get close to me, talk to me so much, and touch my head. This is really good."

Mo Xiaolan looked at him. Mo Luofan now seemed like a little puppy. He could be so happy just because of Mo Xiaolan's action and a look. She really felt that the Mo Xiaolan in the novel was a fool or a fool. He didn't want such a good disciple, but chose to die. Anyway, she wanted to hold him in her hands well.

"Anyway, just stay by my side in the future. I will never let anyone bully you." Mo Xiaolan took the initiative to hold his hand. Her first feeling was that the child's hands were so small. Mo Luofan was thin, so when she held his hand, it felt like she could hold his bones.

With Mo Xiaolan holding his hand, Mo Luofan felt an inexplicable sweetness in his heart, as if he could go on this road forever, so that he could always hold his master's hand and never let go.

"Master, do you hate people who learn magic?"

"That depends on what kind of person he is. Although we have different philosophies, people with the same goals can understand. If he does all kinds of bad things for his own good, I will never let him go."

"I will definitely not become someone that Master hates."

After saying goodbye outside the Qingling Waterside Pavilion, Mo Luofan turned and walked towards the Demon Suppression Pavilion. Without a token, he was a little hesitant when he looked at the powerful barrier. The thing inside sensed his arrival and forcibly broke the barrier to let him in. He walked to the golden-red ring and asked, "Can you help me improve my cultivation and protect the people I want to protect?"

"of course."

"But we will be discovered."

"Don't worry, even old man Shang Jun can't find me, let alone that girl Mo Xiaolan."

Seeing that Mo Luofan was still a little hesitant, the voice in the ring began to seduce again.

"Weak people cannot protect the people they want to protect. If you want to become strong and protect your master, you have to listen to me. There are many monsters like demon scorpions and demon bats. If you are not strong, you will only hinder your master. If one day, because of your weakness, your master..."

In Mo Luofan's mind, a scene suddenly appeared. It was Mo Xiaolan who died to protect him, and he immediately felt a stronger sense of panic in his heart.

"I don't want it. I don't want Master to die. I don't want it."

In confusion, he finally stretched out his hand. The ring turned into a ray of red light and tightly wrapped around the ring finger of his left hand before disappearing.

"Young Master, if you need me, you can call me out at any time. My name is...Yan."