Chapter 147 The master-chasing demon Bai Qingling, the plot twist, shocked the whole audience!

Chapter 147 The master-chasing demon Bai Qingling, the plot twist, shocked the whole audience!

Just as everyone at the scene was discussing it heatedly.

The memory scene on the dome changed again.

I don't know the timeline or how much time has passed.

This time, the male and female protagonists in the picture, the young Demon Lord Qingling and his newly worshipped beautiful master, appeared in a bustling market town.

"Master, this is the Ten Thousand Demons City, directly under the Demon Emperor Palace. Is it really okay for us to come here?"

The young man looked at the woman in black wearing a bamboo hat beside him.

"Hey, are you worried about your master?"

The woman in black glanced at the young man and spoke in a rather pleased voice.

"ah."

The young man was slightly stunned, and his pale cheeks flushed: "It should be."

"Okay, my dear disciple, don't worry."

The woman in black said, "The one who assassinated the Demon Emperor was the old woman in white. What does this have to do with me?"

"That's the truth."

The young man nodded and said, "Master, I have a question for you, but I am worried about offending you."

"Well, if you are worried about offending me, don't say it! Otherwise, you will make me angry."

The woman in black spread out the spirit storage bag in her hand and carefully examined the purchased supplies inside.

Finally, she saw the boy's embarrassed look and smiled, "Okay, if you want to ask, just ask."

"good."

The young man hesitated momentarily and asked, "Master, I want to ask, that woman, Mu Xinlan, will she come out again?"

After hearing this, the black-clothed woman froze momentarily and asked, "Why? Are you afraid that she will come out and kill you?"

"There's more to it than that."

The young man shook his head and said sincerely, "After spending half a month with Master, I am even more afraid now."

Having said this, he lowered his head and was unable to continue.

"What are you afraid of? You kid, you only speak half your words! Your master will beat you up~!"

The woman in black cursed with a smile raised her fist, and pretended to hit.

But the young man lowered his head and said weakly: "Qing Ling is very afraid that he will never see Master again!"

"ah?"

After hearing this, the woman in black was stunned for a long while, and then she raised her hat to an angle, revealing a beautiful and fair face.

"Well, boy, are you speaking from the bottom of your heart, or are you just trying to please your master? Hmm?"

She asked seriously, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Of course I am serious."

The young demon lord said, "That year after my parents passed away, my life once fell into a dark abyss. To survive, I also went against my conscience, said many things, did many things and never believed that there would be someone in this world who would be nice to me for no reason! Until--"

"I met you, Master!"

"You are the only white moonlight in my heart besides that girl!"

The black-clothed woman was originally very moved, but when she heard the boy's last sentence, she couldn't help but curl her lips: "No wonder you were so resistant when your master was pouring love on you that day. It turns out that you are in love, tsk tsk."

"Tell me, which girl makes you so obsessed with her that you regard her as important as your master? Hmm?"

"she"

The handsome face of the young demon lord showed a hint of embarrassment: "She was my former junior sister, a naive and kind girl."

"Oh, I see."

The woman in black nodded and continued to check the storage bag in her hand.

Perhaps he was a little curious about the other party's reaction, so the boy couldn't help but ask: "Master, aren't you curious about what my previous master was? And about my past with this junior sister?"

"unimportant."

The woman in black raised her eyebrows and said, "From the moment you become my disciple, everything in your past is no longer important. As for this girl..."

"Until you become strong enough, keep her in your heart for now, do you understand?"

"Thank you for your advice, Master!"

The boy's eyes filled with tears, and he bowed down again.

"Hey, my dear disciple, people should look forward."

The woman in black patted her disciple's broad shoulders with one hand and lifted up the storage bag with the other hand: "Come, see what good things Master bought for you."

The young man took the storage bag as he was told, opened it, and was stunned: "Master, why did you buy so much high-quality phantom silk?"

"Clothes, of course."

The woman in black said, "As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Look at your ragged appearance now. How can your clothes match your handsome face and your status as the first-generation disciple of the Shura Sword Sect?"

"Clothes?"

The young man thought for a moment and said, "If Master dislikes my shabby clothes, I can just go buy a training suit. Why should Master worry about it?"

"Tsk, what do you know?"

The woman in black smacked her lips and said:

"The 'Black Gold Heavenly Demon Robe' I will make for you is not an ordinary piece of clothing. It has infinite power and is invulnerable to weapons. It just fits your innate formless demon body. The phantom silk we bought today is just the most basic raw material. Later, I will go to Wolf Head Mountain to hunt a few wolf demons and get some top-quality demon beast furs. Oh, it's a lot of trouble~."

"Master."

The young man listened quietly, tears already streaming down his face:

"What virtue and ability does Qing Ling have to deserve such favor from Master?"

"Alright, alright. At first, I saw you being so resolute and unyielding in front of Mu Xinlan, but I didn't expect you to be such a crybaby."

The black-clothed woman laughed and scolded, rubbing her disciple's head: "As for you, follow me in the future to practice sword skills in Danghun Mountain and form a pill as soon as possible, which will be the best reward."

"Soul-Dang Peak?"

The young man was slightly startled, and his expression became a little nervous: "Isn't this the mountain where I first met my master?"

"Yes."

The woman in black looked towards the majestic Demon Emperor Palace in the distance and said solemnly, "Master, I know what you want to ask next."

"What Mu Xinlan that woman didn't do, I, Mu Xinyan."

"We must do it!"

"And the Holy Beast Mountain on the outskirts of the Demon Emperor Palace near Danghun Mountain is the best place to sneak into the Demon Emperor Palace!"

Listening silently to Master's plan.

The young demon lord pondered for a moment and asked, "Then, Master, how can I help you?"

"You want to help me deal with the Demon Emperor?"

The woman in black glanced at her disciple with interest.

The young man said: "Although my cultivation is low, I have a formless demon body that is invulnerable to all methods. I believe it will be useful when Master breaks through the formation again. Believe it or not..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, his eyes dimmed, "This is probably why Master accepted me in the first place."

He had just said this.

"Bang!"

The beautiful master next to him gave him a slap on the head.

"Listen to me, little bastard!"

"Teacher, say it again!"

The black-clothed woman rested her hands on her slender waist and said angrily, "I accepted you because I thought you were a good match. I have no interest in your demonic blood or demonic body!"

"I don't know what happened to you in the past or how your first master treated you. None of this is important!"

"Now that you have become my disciple, Mu Xinyan, you only need to do one thing, and that is—"

"Just accept the care and love of your teacher. Do you understand?"

After hearing this.

The boy's eyes turned red again, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Qing Ling will remember Master's teachings!"

"Well, this is a good look."

The woman in black nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, follow me to Danghun Mountain!"

"Yes! Master!"

Just as the master and the disciple rode swords side by side and headed north.

The memory images of the dome suddenly began to change faster and faster, becoming difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

A lot of time had passed in the blink of an eye.

The memory scene froze again.

The sea of ​​clouds is rolling in front of a familiar open space on the top of a mountain.

A gorgeous magic sword, entirely azure blue, hangs in the blue sky, constantly being washed and cleansed by heaven and earth's pure and spiritual energy.

"Eh? Why does this place look so familiar?"

"Of course, it looks familiar! This is the place where the Demon Lord and her master, no, to be exact, Mu Xinlan, met for the first time!"

"So this is the place where the gears of fate turn! But where is the Demon Lord? Why does he only have one sword?"

"Tannd, I want to see the forbidden relationship between master and disciple! I don't want to see this broken sword!"

"My dear friend from the overseas Ying Island, please pay attention! We are all observing these memories from the perspective of the Devil Sword's spirit! In other words, these are the memories of the Devil Lord! They are also the memories of the Devil Sword!"

As someone in the crowd shouted out.

Everyone also understood it more clearly.

Really.

In the still memory scene, the voices of a man and a woman talking happily gradually came:

"It's really good."

"Disciple, you look really good in this black gold demon robe."

As the female voice gradually got closer.

On the path at the end of the mountain top, a tall and graceful woman in black and a handsome young man in a black gold magic robe walked side by side.

Seeing the male and female protagonists reappear, the scene immediately sparked a discussion:

"Ah? It turns out that the black gold demon robe that Demon Lord Qingling always wears is the work of his master!"

"Alas, the later Demon Lord Qing Ling traveled all over Yunzhou and collected countless rare treasures in the Blood Kitchen, but he always wore this demon robe. It is enough to show how much he loved this master!"

"It's over! Seeing how sweet the master and the disciple are now, I imagine I'm about to be stabbed!"

"It's not an illusion! It's inevitable! Think about it: the Demon Lord's master and Mu Xinlan are two souls in one body. Now Mu Xinlan is alive and well, doesn't it mean his master has..."

"Oh my God! So, maybe the previous battle between the Demon Lord and Mu Xinlan in the Sealed Demon Valley was to avenge Master?"

"Stop guessing! Just read on!"

In the picture, the master and the disciple chatted and laughed until they came to the suspended magic sword.

"Very good, your innate formless demonic body's comprehension is even stronger than I imagined."

Mu Xinyan said with a look of satisfaction: "In less than a month, you have not only broken through the third sword realm but also successfully condensed the seven-color Yuandan. This magic sword also absorbs enough of the essence of heaven and earth. It's time for you to take it down the mountain and test its sharpness."

"Everything is up to the Master's arrangement."

The young man bowed respectfully, then turned his palm over and raised it upwards.

A pure evil thought was emitted from the palm of his hand.

The magic sword seemed to have heard its master's call, making a soft "humming" sound before flying straight over.

It fell steadily into the boy's palm.

"Qing Ling, it likes you very much."

Mu Xinyan watched this scene quietly, with a knowing smile on her beautiful lips: "It was originally a sword born with the soul of my master, and it had no name. Now, it completely belongs to you; you can give it a name."

"What's its name?"

Bai Qingling gently stroked the mirror-smooth sword blade and shook his head: "Disciple, I haven't decided yet."

"No hurry, no hurry."

Mu Xinyan said: "Now its sword spirit has just been conceived, like a cradle baby. It won't be too late to name it when it matures and becomes stronger."

"Master is right."

Bai Qingling leaned forward and said respectfully.

"Huh?"

Mu Xinyan glanced at the tall and handsome disciple beside her, who looked like a demon from outer space, and said, "It's only been a month; how come you have become so much taller and stronger?"

Her beautiful eyes sparkled with curiosity as she spoke, and she walked with her long legs to her disciple's front.

She stepped closer.

Until his skin touched that of his disciple.

Breathing can be heard.

At such a subtle distance.

However, the young demon lord, his disciple, blushed and instinctively took two steps back, "Master, what do you want to do?"

"Don't move! Let Master see!"

Mu Xinyan frowned.

"Disciple understands."

The boy gritted his teeth and nodded, not retreating any further.

Until a strand of hair on the beautiful master's forehead was blown by the mountain breeze and brushed across his high nose bridge, the boy's cheeks turned red again.

"Wow, this height is just right."

Mu Xinyan rested her head on her disciple's broad chest, with the top of her head just touching the latter's chin.

"Oh! Didn't I tell you not to move? Let Master help you try!"

Feeling her disciple's slightly trembling body, Mu Xinyan spoke again.

"Master, what do you want?"

The boy wanted to ask something else.

When I looked down, I found that my master had already put a pair of snow-white hands around my waist!

"Wow, Qingling, your heart is beating so fast."

"Could it be that the intensity of sword training during this period of time has been too great and damaged your heart meridian? Be obedient and take off your clothes so that Master can take a look!"

Mu Xinyan raised her head very seriously and looked at her disciple's well-defined chin.

"Master, you..."

The expression on the young demon lord's face was shy and panicky. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Master! Don't!"

"Ah? What don't you want?"

Mu Xinyan asked.

"No, I just think..."

Bai Qingling lowered his head and said, "There are differences between men and women. It seems unreasonable for Master to treat his disciple like this."

"Oh, you have been practicing my "Dream Sword Sutra" for more than a month. This time, I want to explore the sword veins formed in your body."

Mu Xinyan frowned and said seriously: "Besides, as a disciple, isn't it my duty to accept the care and love of my master?"

"Great love?"

The young man chewed on the word, lowered his head, looked at the jade hand of his master caressing his chest muscles, and asked with some doubt on his handsome face that still had a bit of childishness: "Is this really considered great love, Master?"

"Yes, this is the supreme love between a master and his beloved disciple."

Mu Xinyan's beautiful eyes were cold and stern as she spoke word by word.

Looking at Master's serious expression.

The young man did not doubt it and immediately removed his magic robe and inner shirt, revealing his sturdy, strong upper body with perfect muscular lines, like a god's carved upper body.

Just this moment.

Off the court.

The entire Holy Mountain of the Hehuan Sect erupted in unprecedented exclamations!

"Fuck! The purity of the Demon Lord's body is too high! He is indeed a formless demon body!"

"Isn't the point that Mu Xinyan is a role model for a teacher, but she molested her own student? You wretched girl, you are such a loser!"

"Yes! What's Master's great love? It's brainwashing young boys! It's woman-phobic, fellow Taoists!"

"Tsk! How can you blame my master for this? Who can resist the body of the Demon Lord? Besides, men don't suffer any loss! Right? Girls!"

As a little fairy from the Hehuan Sect spoke, all the witches present echoed in agreement.

And at this moment.

In the lobby on the first floor.

The beauties of Cangming Sect felt choked up and extremely uncomfortable!

Especially the Palace Master Hua, who had traveled thousands of miles to find her husband. When she saw her round peach blossom eyes, they turned blood red, and she clenched her teeth tightly as if she wanted to travel through time and tear Mu Xinyan in the picture into pieces!

That was her first love, Senior Brother Qing Ling, who had made her heart beat fast in this life!

How could she tolerate another woman to be so frivolous with his body?

She wiped her tears and was about to throw herself into her master's arms for comfort.

But to her surprise, she discovered that this master, who had lived for six thousand years and had seen through the mundane world, was also gritting his teeth with a look of resentment on his face!

"Mu Xinlan, I thought you were a hateful woman, but I didn't expect your sister to be even more disgusting than you!"

"How old is Xiao Qingling now? How could she be so cruel!"

"Damn it! Even I only touched him in the spiritual realm... cough cough."

Xiao Qingmei was complaining in her heart, and then she noticed her heartbroken disciple next to her. She quickly grabbed her little hand and comforted her, "It's okay, Yuerong, let's think positively. Mu Xinyan might really be planning to check the meridians for Senior Brother Qingling."

The other side.

Han Jinniang was already completely hopeless, with a bitter smile on her face: "You bad man, you really don't tell the truth."

"First, I lost to Hua Yuerong, then I lost to Xing'er, and now I lost to you, my master who appeared out of nowhere. Now, there is nothing left to lose."

"You made me, Han Jinniang, completely defeated!"

She howled in despair.

She inadvertently caught a glimpse of her niece next to her. The girl in red was crying even more sadly than her!

"Hey, Hongyi, why are you crying?"

Han Jinniang's heart sank, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

"No."

Ye Hongyi wiped her cheeks hastily: "Don't worry, aunt, it's just that sand got into my eyes just now."

Four Symbols Palace.

Outside the sword chamber in the dome.

That being jealous of the grandmaster named "Mu Xinyan."

At this moment, Feng Lixue and Cen Xing'er feel more complicated emotions in their hearts!

It turns out that

it was many years ago before they were born.

Master, he has long been filled with love by his beautiful master.

That bewitching expression and tone were the same as when he was with the three sisters!

This so-called great love infusion is actually a traditional craft!

"Xing'er, what are you laughing at?"

Feng Lixue felt inexplicably blocked in her heart at this moment, but she found that her junior sister was actually looking at the image in the sky and smiling.

"Ah? Was Xing'er smiling just now?"

Cen Xing'er was slightly stunned and then quickly rubbed her face. "No, no. Xing'er just felt that seeing the young master, after going through a series of ups and downs, meet a master who truly loved him, I was very happy for him (*)~."

"As for the rest, Xing'er doesn't think it's important!"

"You girl."

Feng Lixue smiled sadly, rubbed the little head of the junior sister lovingly, and said with a complicated expression: "You think about Master wholeheartedly; no wonder Master dotes on you the most."

When she said this, there was a hint of barely perceptible envy in her eyes.

Turn out to be.

It was right above the Gengjin Immortal Bed on the third floor.

I don't know if it's because I was too reserved.

The master, who had regained his original kidney and whose physical strength was a hundred times stronger than before, sweetly and tenderly poured his great love into the little junior sister countless times in front of her!

Even at the end, her excited little face with a peach heart was completely overwhelmed by

"Big Sister"

Cen Xing'er suddenly raised her head and looked at her senior sister with her beautiful eyes: "I miss Master so much. Are we not going to go in and take a look?"

"You think I don't want to?"

Feng Lixue shook her head. "Now that something like this has happened and Master's memory has been leaked, something must have happened in the Hidden Sword Room."

"However, Master has repeatedly told me that no matter what happens, we should not go in and just keep an eye on Lin Xianxian, so..."

"I can only guess that this exposure of memories might have been Master's idea."

While the two sisters were talking, a weak female voice came to their ears:

"Um, the two witch ladies from the Youluo Palace."

"Your Highness, please speak up if you have anything to say."

Feng Lixue's expression suddenly turned cold as he looked at Lin Xianxian, tied up on the ground.

Lin Xianxian bit her lip and said, "Miss Feng, why must you speak so harshly? We have all been infused by that man. In a sense, we are sisters."

"No, we are sisters, not you! Lululu~" Cen Xing'er on the side made a face.

"Don't try to be too friendly. Your Highness, tell me what you want to say."

Feng Lixue said coldly.

"that."

Lin Xianxian's cheeks turned slightly red. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "I have no objection to you tying me up with the magic binding rope, but can you please let me stand up? It's too hard to watch this memory scene from this angle!"

Feng Lixue:

Cen Xing'er:

As the black-clothed woman stripped off the boy's upper body clothes and laces, the muscular demon body was fully revealed.

Everyone at the scene was also excited and blushing!

Yes!

Every adult demon cultivator present was aware of one thing.

Next!

The master and disciple in the scene might be about to perform a tense and exciting forbidden drama!

"Go ahead! Demon Lord! You are a man! Why are you so scared!"

"Don't be afraid, Demon Lord! We support you spiritually!"

"Oh, that's right! Mu Xinyan and Mu Xinlan are two souls in one body, so! From a certain perspective! If this thing succeeds! The one the Demon Lord is targeting is not Mu Xinyan, but the entire Middle-earth righteous path!"

"Tsk tsk! You're right! The Demon Lord loves Gao Yi! For the sake of the Eastern Land Demonic Path! Capture her!"

Tens of thousands of demon cultivators present were rubbing their hands in preparation, their eyes shining.

Even the masters of the eight demon sects who pretended to be profound sat upright, afraid of missing any details.

However, at this moment.

The scene was reversed again.

The forbidden scene between the master and the disciple that they had been expecting did not happen!

Instead,

there was a jaw-dropping dramatic reversal!

Mu Xinyan was seen gently brushing a wisp of red powder mist across the mouth and nose of the young Demon Lord.

The next moment, the young man fell down, his eyes closed, and he fell into a deep sleep!

"Disciple, Master is sorry for you."

As Mu Xinyan said this, she took out a serrated dagger from her bosom and stabbed it into her disciple's chest!

Swish!

Blood gushed out!

The overgrown hill was instantly dyed a deep red!

"Hey, the blood flowing from Xiao Qingling is not purple?"

There was a hint of doubt in Mu Xinyan's eyes.

At this moment, off the court.

Everyone was completely unable to sit still, and the crowd was excited!

"This bad woman! How despicable! She attacked her own disciple! This is not a martial arts ethics!"

"I knew it! This bitch has evil intentions! There is no good person in the righteous path! Poor, my simple and kind-hearted Demon Lord! No wonder he turned evil in the future!"

"That's not right. If she wanted to kill the Demon Lord with her strength, she could have done it long ago! Why wait until now?" Someone in the crowd noticed something suspicious.

"Oh! This is so simple! This woman wants to give birth to the devil's blood of the devil! She is no different from that evil medicine master!"

"Everyone calm down! Isn't the Demon Lord alive and well now? So, there must be a reversal!"

Suddenly, someone shouted this out loud, and everyone thought about it and felt that it made sense.

As the scene gradually became quiet.

The focus of the whole audience was once again on the picture.

Next.

The elder sister of the Taoist Mystic Lady had sharp eyes and a stern expression. She used the dagger in her hand to ruthlessly cut the boy's flesh!

As the skin and flesh of the abdomen turned outward, what came into everyone's sight was not a mass of bloody and hideous internal organs but -

The branches of the spiritual tree were burnt and in various curled and withered states!

"What the hell!? Where are the Demon Lord's internal organs? Why are they all fake things made of spirit wood?"

Countless people cried out in horror once again.

"I know this! This is from the previous plot!"

Someone immediately explained: "When the Demon Lord destroyed the Evil Medicine Sect, he used up all the essence of his internal organs in order to save Junior Sister's life. Therefore, he could only use these fake things as a temporary substitute!"

These words had just fallen.

The woman in the picture took out a storage bag from her waist.

Then, the five internal organs of a human being were actually turned out from inside—the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys!

Everyone suppressed their shock and looked intently.

These five internal organs were exquisite and transparent in appearance and contained powerful spiritual energy as if they were made of superior fairy wood.

"Oh my god! These internal organs are all made of Xiantian Yi wood, a specialty of Shenmu Forest in the Piaomiaoyun Palace Holy Land! And they are the best quality ones!"

Immediately, a learned elder from one of the eight demon sects came to explain.

These words fell shortly afterward.

No one had time to think about anything.

However, the woman in the picture had already implanted the five Yimu organs into the boy's body with lightning speed and unparalleled precision through her spiritual thoughts!

Then, she quickly sewed up the wound on his abdomen!

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye!

"What a trick!"

"As expected of Mu Xinlan's sister!"

Although it is still unclear whether the Demon Lord's beautiful master is a friend or an enemy, at this moment, all the demon cultivators are looking at the woman in the picture with awe!

"Ah, it turns out that the Yimu organ in Senior Brother Qing Ling's body was found for him by Mu Xinyan; no, it was his master!"

Hua Yuerong, who had been suppressing her anger the whole time, was utterly shocked.

"I have already guessed this."

Xiao Qingmei shook her head and said, "When I first saw your Senior Brother, Qing Ling, I noticed that the artificial organs in his body were extraordinary and not something that a boy like him who had just entered the Dao could find."

"But when I asked him, he said he had forgotten everything."

"Forgot?"

Han Jinniang, at the side, couldn't help but interrupt and said, "So, Bai Qingling's memory, like the one in the Flame Demon Tower, was sealed by him?"

"Go on and read on."

Xiao Qingmei looked deep into her eyes and said, "I have a hunch that today's Demonic Conference, and even the entire Eastern Land, will be completely changed by the disclosure of this memory!"

"Yuerong, you sit down too. Believe me, Master. Your Senior Brother Qingling will be back soon."

"Yes, Master!"

at the same time.

He took advantage of the fact that his disciple was not awake yet.

The beautiful master Mu Xinyan, who had stunned the whole audience, was like an innocent girl, holding her cheeks with her hands and staring blankly at her disciple's face with her beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, silly disciple."

"In order to let you concentrate on practicing sword skills, I have concealed this matter from you."

"During this month, you practiced swordplay every night at the top of the mountain, and I was at the foot of the mountain sewing and refining these Yimu internal organs for you. It consumed a lot of my spiritual energy."

"Now it seems that all these efforts have not been in vain. These Yimu internal organs are very suitable for your demonic body. They are enough for you to use for hundreds of years. As for the future..."

"If the master were still alive, I would find a way for you!"

She was talking incessantly, and suddenly, her eyes turned red:

"Yes, I will go to the Demon Emperor Palace tonight to give it a try."

"Whether the dwarf demon king is killed or not, it has no meaning to me, Mu Xinyan."

"I am doing this for no other reason than to prove one thing!"

"She, Mu Xinlan, can't do it! I, Mu Xinyan, can not only do it, but I can do it more thoroughly!"

"Certainly."

"If Master still cannot break the "Seven Immortal Killing Formation" this time and dies in the Demon Emperor's Palace, then our relationship as master and disciple in this life will end."

"The reason why Master couldn't wait to help you prepare these internal organs is also because of this consideration."

At this point, she covered her face with her hands, adjusted her emotions, and sighed softly:

"Hey, this is also the first time Master is a Master."

"You may not believe it, but when we first met that day, you kowtowed to me, and I was even more nervous than you."

"But, in Master's life ambition, he wants to experience everything in this world."

"So I accepted it decisively. You are sweet-mouthed and good-looking."

"But I don't know how to treat my disciple."

"So, I sewed a magic robe for you, took you to get your hair done, and even foolishly offered to bathe you that day."

"You must have been terrified at that time, meeting a strange master like me, haha."

At this point, Mu Xinyan smiled, revealing a shallow dimple. She reached out her hand and gently stroked her disciple's handsome face:

"Hey, my Qing Ling is the most considerate and sensible boy in the world. Master..."

"I really can't bear to leave you."

As she spoke, a charming blush appeared on her cheeks.

Then, she rested her head on her disciple's chest and said softly, "Also, remember, your master is not a weird, bad woman. Just now, the master leaned on you to teach you how to lean on your shoulders so a girl could lean on comfortably."

"That way, when your master is gone, you can find your Miss Rong'er."

She smiled at the end of her speech, but a crystal tear rolled down her eyes.

"One month of mentor-disciple relationship is not long."

"It should be easy for you to forget."

"Finally, thank you, disciple."

"You want Master to find the joy of the human world and also make Master understand one thing—"

"Master, I am."

"I am not that woman's companion. I am also an independent soul. I am born as a witch, so I am more beautiful than her soul!"

"Because I have a disciple who likes me, but she doesn't! Hahahaha!"

After saying that.

The woman in black in the picture laughed loudly, and like a female knight in the secular world, she walked away with a sword in her hand.

She left in style.

But it earned the tears of the whole audience!

The whole audience burst into tears!

Inside the Paradise Palace, there was a sound of sorrow and groaning!

On the high platform, a group of saints from the Hehuan Sect cried out loudly!

"Oh my god! This is too touching!"

"There is no greater love in the world between a teacher and a disciple than this!"

"Yes! Although their master-disciple relationship lasted only a month, their sincerity towards each other was better than the countless masters and disciples in the cultivation world who schemed and exploited each other!"

"Wow! Where can I find a master who is this good-looking and kind-hearted? I'm so jealous!"

"Who said there would be a taboo plot between them? Don't insult the relationship between master and disciple!"

Everyone wailed in grief.

Beauties like Xiao Qingmei, Hua Yuerong, Ye Hongyi, etc., were also brought to tears!

At this moment, they no longer had any hatred or jealousy towards the woman named Mu Xinyan, but only full of gratitude and heartache!

Indeed, without her presence.

How could there be the powerful and perfect Qingling Demon Lord today who looks after them and infuses them with great love?

Inside the dome of the Sixiang Palace.

"Ouch, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Cen Xing'er cried so hard that she was confused. She hugged her knees and lay motionless on the ground. "Master, Master, she really..."

"It's okay, Xing'er."

Although Feng Lixue felt uncomfortable watching this, she still squatted down and comforted her disciple, saying, "What we are watching now is from the past, so..."

"So, is that Grand Master still here?"

Cen Xing'er said with tears in her eyes: "Mu Xinlan is Mu Xinlan! Grandmaster is Grandmaster! Xing'er, I like this Grandmaster very much! If..."

She didn't know what she was thinking of. She lowered her head, cheeks flushed as she murmured, "If Grand Master could also be loved by Master and stay in Youluo Palace, how wonderful it would be for our family to be complete~."

Puff!

After hearing his junior sister's innocent words, Feng Lixue's eyes suddenly went dark, and he stumbled, almost slipping and falling!

When everyone was feeling sad about the separation between master and apprentice.

The picture on the dome changed again.

Because Mu Xinyan left behind the magic sword.

The following memory scenes are all about the memories of the young Demon Lord after he woke up.

From the moment he woke up and discovered the powerful Yi wood organs in his body, to the moment he searched the entire Danghun Mountain in panic but could not find the shadow of his beautiful master, to the last moment he sat lonely in the cave where the master and disciple had supported each other, looking at the magic sword, feeling sad.

I don't know how many years have passed.

The memory scenes change rapidly.

The young man practiced swordplay at sunrise and rested at sunset as if he were afraid that his master would return and not find him. From beginning to end, he stayed on the Danghun Mountain.

That day, he went to the market at the foot of the mountain to inquire again but still found nothing.

Master did not go to the Demon Emperor Palace.

It has not appeared nearby.

It was like a blazing meteor in his life, leaving him warmth for this month, but then it disappeared.

This day.

It was a dark and windy night. The young man climbed to the top of Danghun Mountain again. He sat under the cold moon, staring at the magic sword in his hand, and said word by word:

"Listen carefully."

"From now on, your name is - Xinyan."

As soon as the words fell.

The magic sword seemed to be a living thing with a soul. It made a soft "humming" sound and flew from the boy's palm. After flying a circle very "happily," it returned to the boy again.

It was at this time.

The young man became more and more powerful, enough to cover the aura of the mountainside as if he had detected something!

He suddenly opened his bright eyes and rushed towards the mountainside regardless of everything!

"What happened to the Demon Lord? What did he find?!"

"Could it be that the beautiful master has returned!?"

"Really? That's great! Master and disciple meet again after a long separation and embrace each other with true love. I like this scene!"

At this moment, everyone watching the memory scene was as excited as the boy in the scene!

The whole audience was focused.

With an excited look on his face, the young Demon Lord flew on his sword and landed outside the cave halfway up the mountain. Then, his body turned into a stream of light, and he rushed into the cave where he and his master had stayed before!

"Da da da."

As the young man stepped into the dark cave.

The people's hearts outside the field were hanging to the extreme at this moment!

Finally.

The young man took a deep breath and suddenly pushed open the innermost bronze door!

Under the dim light of the spiritual candle.

On the futon inside, a black woman sat with her back facing the door!

Watching this scene.

Outside the arena, some of the sentimental people in the magic world were already crying and shouting with the young man with a strong sense of substitution:

"Master!"

The young man rushed over impatiently and hugged the master's slender waist from behind but found that

the master's body was like cotton and fell directly into her arms!

"Master, what is this..."

The young man was horrified and quickly felt his master's pulse with his hand. His expression gradually returned to normal.

At this time, his gaze shifted to the long white legs under the master's black skirt.

After some inspection.

Only then did he discover a green line on the sole of Master's foot that looked like an earthworm!

That green line was spreading along the sole of Master's foot, through the snow-white jade toes, to the arch of the foot and the calf!

Moreover, it was still spreading slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Is this a Gu poison?"

The young man muttered to himself, looking horrified!

The next moment, tens of thousands of people stared in amazement at the scene.

"Oh my god! What is the Demon Lord doing? It's unnecessary! This is unnecessary!"

"It's begun! The Demon Lord has begun to defy the will of Heaven! This battle is worth it!"

Someone in the crowd noticed something was going on.

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and looked carefully.

This sincere and pure relationship between master and disciple increasingly moved me.

However, the blue lines on the soles of the beautiful master's feet and calves disappeared.

The actions of the young demon king became increasingly incomprehensible!

"Look! Something seems to be wrong!"

"The poison has almost been absorbed! Why is Demon Lord still holding Master's legs? Is he addicted to it?"

Everyone was shocked but also had a strange sense of anticipation!

At this moment, the young demon king in the picture was holding his master's two completely toxin-free, flawless, slender legs, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

After a while, he finally came to his senses and shouted tentatively.

There was no response.

"That's good. The source of the poison has just been removed. Even though Master is extremely powerful, the damage to her body is not small. Let her rest for a while."

The young man muttered to himself, shook his magic robe, and was about to stand up.

Then, perhaps because he hadn't seen his master for too long, he couldn't help feeling emotional when he saw her appear in front of him in good health.

The young man squatted down again and lifted his master's two beautiful white and rosy feet.

Seeing this scene, the whole audience was boiling!

The atmosphere reached its peak tonight!

"Fuck! Can I watch this without paying?"

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Master Chong. No! Greatly beloved Demon Lord! Start to be grateful to Master!"

"That's outrageous! Even though they've only been together for a month, they're still master and apprentice! There's a huge age gap between them!"

"Oh! Just tell me whether you like it or not!"

"Love it! Devil, be quick! Stir-fry!"

now.

Inside the sword storage room of the Sixiangji Palace.

Bai Feng's face also turned red, and he dared not look at Mu Xinlan beside him.

"Have you done it?" The Taoist Xuannv's pretty face flushed, and she asked, trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart.

"ah?"

Bai Feng was stunned.

"I'm asking you about my sister." Mu Xinlan closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing.

"Do as you wish." Demon Lord Qingling said mysteriously.

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