The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Mo Luofan took a few steps back and managed to stand firmly by holding on to the handles of the chair.

"I just kissed Master? And Master didn't refuse at first? Master's red face was so cute when he ran out, as if he was going to pounce on her and do something that the world couldn't know about, etc." He touched his chin, and the newly grown mustache on it was still a little prickly.

"I haven't shaved yet. Will it prick my master? Will it make her feel uncomfortable? Oh my god, how could I kiss my master without shaving? That's so bad, so bad."

"Brother Mo?" Ruo Xiangsi walked over cautiously and poked him. She was a little scared. Mo Luofan was laughing and crying at the same time, which was really creepy. Moreover, she had just disturbed their good time. Although it was not intentional, it was still very embarrassing.

Mo Xiaolan ran all the way back to Qingxuan Peak, her face still red. After closing the door, she slid down against it.

"Mo Xiaolan, Mo Xiaolan, how could you do such a thing? You are my master, teacher after all! You, you, how could you?" Suddenly she remembered that this seemed not to be the first time they kissed, but she was forced the previous times, so it didn't count.

"I was only half-hearted this time!" He buried his face between his legs and pounded the floor hard: "Mo Xiaolan, how could you do such a thing? It's not only shameful, but also inconsiderate, inappropriate, involuntary, and unconventional... Ugh!"

Ahhhhh, ahhhhh

-

It has been more than seven days since they separated from Mo Xiaolan, but Mu Qingfeng's whereabouts are still unknown. Mu Qingxue has searched all the towns near Qingyuan Gate but to no avail.

"Master, where have you been?"

She walked along the river in a daze, watching the passers-by coming and going. Suddenly, a man's voice called out from behind her. She didn't pay much attention and continued walking forward.

"Girl, your pearl hairpin has fallen off." The man stood in front of her and handed her the butterfly hairpin in his hand.

Mu Qingxue subconsciously touched her hair and found that there was indeed nothing on it. It turned out that the girl was really calling her.

"Thank... you." She suddenly raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. The familiar feet made it impossible for her to think about the next step. Although she was no longer wearing the fairy robe, and her hair, which she always liked to wear half-letted, was now combed up, the man in front of her was indeed the one she had been looking for.

"Master..." Mu Qingxue wanted to hug him happily, but he took a big step back and avoided the hug.

"How can a girl hug a man casually?"

"What do you mean by girlish? Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Master?" The man was obviously unfamiliar with the term: "Miss, you must have recognized the wrong person. I am not your master."

"How is this possible? Master, I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes..." She cut off the words halfway. Although this person looked very similar to Master, he did not have Master's immortal aura. Could it be that she really recognized the wrong person? But are there really people in the world who look so similar?

"Since the items have been returned to their owners, I will take my leave now." The man bowed to her and turned to leave.

"Wait." Mu Qingxue grabbed his hand, then let go immediately after realizing she was being rude. "I'm sorry. My name is Mu Qingxue. I'm in a strange place without any relatives or friends. Could you please take me in and work in your tavern to support myself?"

"How did the girl know that I was selling wine?"

Mu Qingxue smiled and said, "Young Master smells strongly of alcohol, but he is not drunk at all and is still very energetic. This shows that Young Master is not a drinker, but he has been around alcohol for a long time, and some of the alcohol has stained his clothes."

"The girl is really smart, but our tavern no longer needs workers."

"Please, please." Mu Qingxue hugged his arms and looked at him pitifully: "I am homeless. Do you have any money on me? If I can't find a place to stay, I will live on the streets."

She used to act like this to Mu Qingfeng all the time, and it always worked. I wonder if this person can take it.

"This..." The man looked at her, and suddenly a vague figure flashed through his mind. He softened his heart and agreed.

"Thank you. May I ask your name? How should I address you?

"Shao Ning."

-

Qing Medical Hall——

Mo Xiaolan opened the door and walked in and asked, "Hua Ruo, is my little rabbit here?"

"Playing with Qi Run in the backyard."

"Oh."

Mo Xiaolan came to the backyard and saw a man and a woman playing happily on the steps. Although she was extremely reluctant to break this harmonious scene, she still coughed twice to indicate that someone was coming.

"Master?" The celestial guest ran up to her as soon as he saw her, pointing at the wreath on his head and saying, "Master, Master, look, this is the wreath that Brother Qi Run made for me. Doesn't it look nice?"

"It looks good." Mo Xiaolan looked at Qi Run and said, "Good craftsmanship."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Feng."

"Master, can you please accept Brother Qi Run as your disciple at Qingxuan Peak?" The immortal guest held her hand and shook it, "Please, Brother Qi Run is a very good person, much better than that fierce headmaster. Master, if you can accept someone like that as your disciple, then it would be a pity not to accept Brother Qi Run, who is so good."

"Then you have to see if they are willing to come here." Mo Xiaolan touched the fairy guest's little head. The fairy guest looked at Qi Run who was not far away. Qi Run smiled and shook his head: "Little fool, don't make things difficult for the peak master. Everyone in Qingyuan Sect knows that Peak Master Mo will not accept disciples."

"But, but."

"No buts." Mo Xiaolan said, "He is just not in Qingxuan Peak, not in Qingyuan Gate. If you want to play with him, just climb the mountain."

"But." Xianke lowered his head: "The headmaster is very fierce. Every time he sees me, he feels like he wants to skin me alive. He even dares to offend the Immortal Master. Is there anything he can't do?"

offend……

Mo Xiaolan suddenly remembered the kiss again, her face turned red, and she felt sweet but also guilty.

Mo Luofan shouldn't have treated her like this. Wasn't all his tenderness given to Ruo Xiangsi?

However, according to observations during this period, his love for Ruo Xiangsi is not as strong as in the novel. It is more of a feeling of getting along with friends, which is not love at all. The same goes for Duan Shuangying who is beside him. Now Nian Tao has also appeared, and she is like a person who is there and not there. Could it be that the heroines No. 1, 2, and 4 in the original novel are no longer in his eyes?

After returning to Qingxuan Peak with the immortal guest, Mo Xiaolan immediately rushed to Qingling Peak. It would not be possible for her to guess on her own about this matter. The best way was to ask the person involved. Of course, she was not a fool. She could not ask directly. The best way was to ask indirectly.

"Xiaolan."

When Mo Xiaolan was about to enter Qingling Peak, Mingfan's voice sounded behind her. She thought she had misheard, wondering why Mingfan came to Qingyuan Gate. But when she turned around, she saw that it was indeed him.

"Ming Fan? Why are you here?"

"I missed you, so I came."

Mo Xiaolan brought him to Qingxuan Pavilion. Mingfan did not go in, but pulled her onto the roof and sat down.

"Xiao Lan, do you think I'm cold-blooded?"

What?

Mo Xiaolan seemed to have heard something incredible. Ming Fan? Cold-blooded? How could it be possible? He was recognized as an angel in the whole book. He was gentle and kind to others and had good governance. People in the ghost world said that he didn't look like a ghost king. He was probably a god who came to the mortal world to experience. How could such a person be cold-blooded?

"I found my sister." Ming Fan lowered his head: "I asked her why she didn't go home, and she said that the house was too cold to be a home. She said it was because of me that the house became so cold and lonely."

Yesterday——

Ming Yao was forced back to the ghost world by Ming Fan, and was captured by her brother and brought home not long after she left Qingyuan Gate.

Looking at the brother who depended on her for everything, Mingyao turned her head away and didn't look at him.

"Why don't you go home?" Ming Fan asked.

"It's so cold and lonely, it doesn't feel like a home. I don't like it."

"Desolate?" Ming Fan was a little confused. Ming Yao turned around and looked at him straight in the eye. "Brother is the most popular ghost king in the past hundred years. Almost everyone loves you. You rule the country with virtue and never get angry easily. But brother, I am your sister. We are a family and rely on each other. You can let me lose my temper and tolerate my joys and sorrows, but you are still so gentle and elegant in front of me. It makes me feel that I am not facing my brother, but the ghost king. Without my brother, my home alone, how can it not be deserted?"

Ming Fan was stunned and asked softly, "Isn't it good to treat people with a smile?"

"Brother, do you feel comfortable wearing a mask like this?" Suddenly she lowered her head and smiled: "Yes, I wear a mask for a long time and never take it off. It naturally becomes a habit. I also wear a mask to greet my family members. There is no sincerity at all."

"So you think I'm not sincere to you?"

"Brother, you are naturally sincere to me, but the way you treat me is no different from others, which makes me feel that I am not your sister. I am just one of your people. I can't shoulder the responsibility of this ghost world with you. You don't need me."

"I just want to protect you."

"You want to protect your people, too."

"This is different."

"This is the same brother." Ming Yao's eyes seemed to have tears constantly flowing out, but she held back and didn't want them to fall: "I am your sister, I should shoulder the heavy responsibility of this country with you, instead of you shouldering it alone, but treating me like a citizen. I also hope that you will talk to me when you are troubled, and vent to me when you are angry, instead of being a perfect brother everywhere. Such a brother is very cold and has no human touch at all."

Mingfan didn't say anything, just looked at his sister quietly. He didn't know that the relationship he had painstakingly built up over the years would actually become the reason for his sister to leave home.

He feels that his sister needs to be loved, and he cannot yell at her or lose his temper at will, because he is indeed the only relative his sister has in the world. He wants to give her the best and most perfect things. But what his sister wants is an imperfect him, with flesh and blood, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. But as she said, after wearing the mask for too long, can it be taken off easily?

"Brother, I want to ask you, when you are in pain and tired in the dead of night, have you ever thought about having someone to accompany you, meeting someone you can confide in? Probably not, after all, how could a perfect person like you confide in others? And thus destroy your perfect personality?"

"Yes." Ming Fan suddenly blurted out. After Ming Yao said these things, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Ming Yao was startled: "Who is it?"

He smiled and did not answer her. Instead, he untied her directly and said, "Go now. It's my fault. I shouldn't have treated you like a five or six-year-old child. Yaoyao has grown up so much now. She can make a name for herself without my protection. But you have to remember that this is the only place that is home."