On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

By the time Fang Yuan finished packing up and went to the lobby, it was already a stick of incense. Qu Xiaoling waited impatiently at the top, but when she saw someone coming in, she restrained her temper and said with a subterranean smile, "Sit."

Fang Yuan sat down obediently, lowered his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and seemed a little more pleasing to Qu Xiaoling's eyes than before.

"Tell me, how did you kill that ghost king? According to Yiyi, that thing at least has the cultivation base of entering the master state, and killed thousands of people as sacrifices. How can you escape unscathed after one entry period?"

Qu Xiaoling still doubts that Fang Yuan directed and acted this incident, otherwise how would he know that Mu Qiwu was in danger in Funing City, and he just came out of retreat at that time, so it is impossible to find out by chance.This can also explain why the ghost king died in his hands. A ghost cultivator who has entered the master level cannot rush to deliver it—maybe, the thing didn't die at all, and the skeleton left behind was a substitute.

Qu Xiaoling squinted her eyes, and even considered that Fang Yuan was trapped by love and was willing to collude with evil spirits to come out a hero to save the beauty...

Fang Yuan felt that there was nothing to hide in this passage, so he told all about what happened after he entered Funing City, and finally added: "When I fought against each other, I found that the ghost king's strength seemed to be falling out of the master level. I don’t know why, maybe he was dying, so he came to Funing City to continue his life, but he failed.”

Qu Xiaoling: "Oh? Is it a coincidence?"

Fang Yuan felt that the tone was a bit yin and yang, so he nodded: "It's my disciple's luck."

Qu Xiaoling stopped laughing, stood up after a while, and cut to the point: "How did you know that Mu Qiwu was deceived in Funing City, and came here to save her in such a hurry?"

Fang Yuan's heart tightened: "I..."

"It was I who wrote the distress letter to the senior brother—" A slightly indifferent female voice suddenly sounded, and Mu Qiwu walked in from outside the screen, "On the fifth day after my disciple came to Funing City, I noticed that the young city lord's eyes There is something strange. The evil spirit in the mansion is beyond normal, and the city lord said he was sick and never showed up. He just said a few words to us behind the curtain, and he became suspicious."

"That's why I wrote a letter to senior brother, please forgive me."

Seeing that it was her, Qu Xiaoling's expression softened a little: "Since that's the case, why don't you ask Bailan Pavilion for help, Bailan Pavilion is the place responsible for dispatching disciples, or just send the letter back to Zixia Peak, wouldn't it be faster? ?”

Fang Yuan was stunned. Hearing this question, he couldn't help looking at Mu Qiwu.

Mu Qiwu was still calm, his face was still a little weak and pale because of the ghost energy, but the words he said were clear: "We have taken away 26 high-level female cultivators who have entered the spiritual stage. It’s not small. What happened at that time hadn’t happened yet, it was all my premonition, without solid evidence, even if they asked Bailan Pavilion for help, they would not pay attention to it, and they would probably send their young disciples over.”

"As for Zixia Peak, the cultivation base of the elders is too high, I am hesitant in my heart, if I guess wrong, I will waste the elders' time, and I can't explain it clearly to the outside world. Outsiders will only think that Zixia Peak is cowardly and troubled. , too dependent on the elders."

"Only Eldest Brother is the most suitable. He has a high level of cultivation, and if he joins hands with me, there will be a three-point margin in any situation."

"Besides, this is his duty. No matter who it is, he will come."

As soon as Fang Yuan said these words, she almost believed them, and Qu Xiaoling also frowned. Although she always felt that something was wrong, she couldn't find any mistakes, so she could only nod her head: "So that's the case, you should have said it earlier. And you, Fang Yuan, you should have come to me with a letter as soon as possible, that disciple named Chang An can't speak clearly, wasting time for nothing."

Fang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out: "Because I'm too worried about my junior sister, so I can't wait to come over!"

Qu Xiaoling glanced at him.

A faint smile flashed in the eyes of "Mu Qiwu": "Brother told me about this matter, he heard that the elder was going to Fengcui Mountain for a banquet, so he sent Chang An to guard there, and he came first. Then Eldest brother Shi also comforted the disciples that the elder will come here soon."

"As for the letter, he took it away in a hurry, and now it is here with me, please look over it to the elder."

Mu Qiwu took out a letter from his sleeve, the ink on it was dry, and there was a leaf with a ghostly smell as a token, which was indeed the same as the corpse Qu Xiaoling found in the secret room.And every year at this time, she would indeed go to celebrate her friends' birthdays, but this year she felt boring and came back early.

Everything makes sense.

Qu Xiaoling finally sighed: "Silly boy, if you have any troubles, you don't want to piss me off. Don't do this next time. You are from Zixia Peak, so you don't have to stick to your reputation."

Mu Qiwu is as good as a stream: "Yes, I know I was wrong."

She bowed to Fang Yuan again, bowed her head lightly, revealing a section of her snow-white neck: "Anyway, thanks to senior brother, Xi Wu can be saved."

Fang Yuan understood what she meant, she took the initiative to help him lie, and she didn't want to care about the cause and effect, but only thanked him for his kindness.

Little junior sister is so kind, and so brave, so good at speaking.

Fang Yuan's nose was a little sour. After being in this torture atmosphere all morning, someone finally recognized him.He showed a smile without haze: "Junior Junior Sister, it's good that you're fine."

Only Qu Xiaoling was left standing at the top. Seeing the strange atmosphere between the two, and Fang Yuan's faltering and awkward expression, her complexion became darker and darker.

Her disciple, don't even think about being raped by this pig!

The members of Qingfeng Sword Sect stayed in Funing City for three days.

They have a lot of funeral affairs to deal with, the most important thing is to remove the walking corpses in the city, rescue the living, distribute porridge and medicine, and restore order.Secondly, all things that are stained with ghosts must be burned, including those corpses, to prevent the plague from happening.In order to appease the hearts of the people, Qu Xiaoling personally lit the fire and donated a sum of money. Those who sent the remains of relatives would get a little money. Such a combination of kindness and power finally stabilized the situation.

After all, this city is also where her relatives live.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and then it rained heavily.Summer has finally arrived, the world seems to have been cleaned up, and the matter of Funing City has finally come to an end.

Fang Yuan returned to the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and was first scolded by the headmaster, saying that he didn't know how to live and die, and that he was blinded by sex, so Fang Yuan obeyed the training obediently. The face praised him a few words for fulfilling the responsibility of a big brother, and let him go down.

Fang Yuan happily rolled away.

After this incident, Qingfeng Sword Sect seems to have not changed, and it seems to be different from before.

Fang Yuan was on the road once, and unexpectedly met a disciple who greeted him. The other party's eyes were flickering, and he was far away from him, as if he was about to run away in the next moment.

He put away the umbrella and nodded calmly at him: "Yeah."

Then there are more people who are willing to greet him.At the same time, the dog legs were strictly ordered by him to restrain their behavior, and gradually lost their prestige in front of ordinary disciples, and the connection between them was gradually broken, leaving only Chang An by Fang Yuan's side.

This is also a good thing for doglegs, and they are forced to focus more on cultivation instead of pleasing people.They also saw clearly that the elder brother would no longer favor them because of their flattery.

Ban Yue passed by quietly, what should Fang Yuan do, but he never saw Mo Xiaofan once.

I don't know where the protagonist is building his foundation. He kind of misses this little chef, because the master finally agreed to have people send spiritual ingredients to his bamboo sea every day, and the only thing left is to add fuel to the fire.

Fang Yuan lay melancholy on the oversized futon in the master bedroom, lazily turning a page.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder outside, and his window was smashed brightly, followed by rumbling raindrops.Fang Yuan is not surprised, it has been raining almost every day since the beginning of summer, who knows, there is not much rain in this place in spring, but in summer it is as exaggerated as a basin pouring over.

It's just that the rain that started in the afternoon and continued into the evening, not only did not show any signs of abating, but it became more and more intense.Fang Yuan pushed open the window, the sky outside was already terribly dark, the thunder light was ferocious, and even the air carried a dangerous aura.

Could it be that someone crossed the catastrophe?

This is the world of comprehension, and it is really possible that fellow Taoists will survive the tribulation here.

Fang Yuan felt a little uneasy, he had never seen such a thunderstorm, it was like the sky was about to collapse.

He was inexplicably worried about Mo Xiaofan, where did this bastard go to build his foundation, and he didn't have a dormitory to hide in, so it wouldn't be an accident if he got soaked by this?But he walked around and thought, the protagonist shouldn't be that stupid, at least he would find a cave to practice, so it's not a big problem.

Fang Yuan looked at the increasingly strong wind outside, blowing up the bamboo sea, as if he was going to pull them out of the soil in the next moment, but he still couldn't read the book anymore.

Mo Xiaofan won't be staying in his bamboo sea, right?

There is an enchantment here, and it may be the safest place for him, he will not worry about being interrupted by people, nor will he be taken away by wild animals.

Thinking of this possibility, Fang Yuan hesitated for a while, got up and went out with an umbrella.There is a small formation on the top of his umbrella, which can keep out the rain, but when he stepped out of the small courtyard, the top was almost blown off by the storm, and he tried his best to stabilize it with spiritual energy so that he didn't even fly with the umbrella.

"It's too tm exaggerated——" Fang Yuan hurried into the bamboo sea, only to feel that the wind weakened. He remembered that Wumu Xiaozhou was an island, so there must be a tsunami coming, right?

Wiping his face, Fang Yuan called out Mo Xiaofan's name while searching the bamboo sea with his spiritual sense.He didn't go towards his usual practice place. After all, if Mo Xiaofan had been found nearby, the children wouldn't feel at ease building a foundation in the place he often goes to.

The wind howled like a ghost, the sky and the earth turned pale, and he seemed to be the only one left in the vast mountain peak.Rainstorms, rising seas, everything seems to be overturned, under such natural wrath, no one can not feel fear, and under the fear, there is nobility, so they can only hold their hands tightly.

Fang Yuan could hear his own heartbeat, he already regretted coming out this trip, maybe Mo Xiaofan went to another place to build the foundation?

But he still insisted on patrolling the Bamboo Sea.

Got nothing.

Fang Yuan could only go back, and the moment he turned around, he suddenly heard a small voice——

It's hard to describe what kind of sound it is, it seems to be howling from the throat, it's a little miserable and a little creepy.