After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Whenever Pei Yuhan thinks about it, his chest still aches.

He felt that he was sorry for Li Yuan and even more sorry for his senior sister.

"Damn it! Why, why do I become...?" when I get drunk.

Pei Yuhan clenched his fists, feeling extremely angry, but in the end, all the anger was gone.

Who could he vent his anger on? On his uncontrollable little sword fairy?

He had clearly suppressed the influence of his evil temper, but he still did something so unspeakable.

Perhaps, I am really like what Shang Miaoyan said, a man who is eager for desires, dissatisfied and restless.

Haha, if I had known... I would have rather stayed at Shang Miaoyan's place and been seduced for a night.

It is better than coming back and ruining the innocence of the senior sister whom I respect so much.

Now Pei Yuhan no longer knows how to face his senior sister.

"I really just make a mess of things."

"Master, Master?"

The ethereal and pleasant sound was like the flow of an icy spring, bringing Pei Yuhan back to his senses.

Qing Yueqiu blinked her ruby-like eyes, and her face was so close to him that it seemed that if he moved a little closer, he could bite the corner of the girl's delicate lips...

"Sorry Yueqiu, I was distracted."

Pei Yuhan took a step back and apologized to his disciple somewhat embarrassedly. It was clearly he who asked Yue Qiu to demonstrate the sword skills in front of him, but he did not expect that he was distracted the whole time. He was really not a competent master.

Qing Yueqiu shook his head when he heard this.

"Master, you don't need to apologize. Perhaps it's because Yue Qiu's swordsmanship is too mediocre that Master is distracted... And, I want to tell you, Master, you won't make everything worse."

"At least, you changed my life."

The girl said this very seriously.

Chapter 188 Qing Yueqiu's murderous intent

"Master, at the very least, has changed my life."

Pei Yuhan was stunned when he heard this.

"Master, don't you believe Yueqiu's words? To Yueqiu, you are the most important person in this life!"

Seeing that Pei Yuhan had not responded yet, Qing Yueqiu thought that her determination had not been fully conveyed to her master, so she took a step forward and moved closer to Pei Yuhan.

As a result, snap——

A finger flicked on the girl's forehead, causing Qingyueqiu to moan and cover her forehead.

"You little girl, I'm the one guiding you in your practice, why are you comforting your master instead?"

Pei Yuhan laughed and joked.

But seeing the eldest disciple covering his head with his hands and looking a little aggrieved, I felt much better.

Yueqiu's concern warmed his heart.

So I mean so much to Yueqiu?

Thinking of this, Pei Yuhan didn't want Qing Yueqiu to see those ugly parts of himself even more... He just wanted to keep a tall and majestic image in Yueqiu's mind. He didn't want the idol worshipped by his disciples to become a fleeting dream. This would be too cruel to her.

Pei Yuhan forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, Yueqiu, Master... I didn't encounter any difficulties. I was just groaning and sighing. Older monks are prone to inexplicable sadness."

"Really? But Master looked very sad when he was in a daze just now."

Qing Yueqiu absolutely did not believe that the look of his master with empty eyes and furrowed brows was fake.

He must have encountered some difficulties!

"Besides... Master is not even 200 years old. He is so young, why does he say he is old?"

Qing Yueqiu has always had a stubborn spirit in his bones to get to the bottom of things. As a master, Pei Yuhan is very pleased that his disciple has this kind of perseverance. But now, Pei Yuhan is really having a headache facing a disciple who is relentless and must get the answer.

However, as a master, he has the right not to answer his disciples' questions.

"Yueqiu, have you finished your sword training now?"

"Has your cultivation improved?"

"Has Liuying's sword spirit been activated?"

Pei Yuhan suddenly asked Qing Yueqiu a question in a serious tone, and the girl began to avoid his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Master... I still need a little more time."

"You know you need time, so why are you still pestering me with those irrelevant questions? Why don't you go and practice!"

"Oh."

Although Qing Yueqiu wanted to say that Master's matter was not unimportant, after hearing Pei Yuhan's stern tone, she subconsciously straightened her body and did not dare to talk back.

Next, Pei Yuhan instructed the eldest disciple on a few issues of cultivation and then sent him away.

Although Qing Yueqiu was reluctant to leave so soon, she wanted to stay with her master for a while while he was teaching her.

But Qing Yueqiu, who was used to being a good child who obeyed Pei Yuhan's orders, naturally did not dare to express her true inner demands boldly.

In the end, she still bowed and thanked Pei Yuhan with dignity, then left with the sword in her hand, feeling a little disappointed.

While walking on the road, the silver-haired girl sighed from time to time.

Obviously, her confusion in spiritual practice had been resolved, but now she was not happy because she had new confusions.

What exactly is Master worried about?

Now that Master's Wife has successfully started to rebuild, she no longer needs a large amount of natural treasures to recuperate. The Han Palace Sword House is no longer short of spiritual stones, and Master has also returned to the state of incarnation...

What else is there that is worthy of Master’s anxiety?

If Qing Yueqiu wants to get deeper into her master’s heart, she must understand her master.

She suddenly thought of what happened yesterday when the Holy Maiden of the Yin-Yang Holy Land came to Dao Sect and her master acted as a representative to greet her.

It seemed that Master had a bitter look on his face since he came back from welcoming the Saint Girl.

Could it be related to this matter?

"As I recall, the Saint of that lewd female cultivation sect was called Shang Miaoyan."

In an instant, Qing Yueqiu remembered a lot of bad rumors.

After all, after years of propaganda by the righteous, the unscrupulous Yin Yang Holy Land was directly described as a sex-sucking den, where the female cultivators in the holy land would capture high-quality men all over the world, and the captured men would neither be able to live nor die...

How could the saint girl of that sect possibly resist a handsome man like Master, who is unique in the world?

Could it be that - Saint Lady Shang used her position to threaten Master to do something?

Thinking of this, Qing Yueqiu's heart began to beat rapidly.

It was as if an unprecedented panic was like a huge hand, squeezing her.

Although I knew rationally that Master would never do such a thing, my mind kept thinking about those disgusting scenes.

She clenched her hand slightly on the hilt of the sword, and her crimson eyes flashed with a scarlet light.

If I find out that someone dares to bully my master...even if you are a saint, I will kill you!

……

……

Bei Lingyin stood on the sightseeing flying boat provided by Xuanyuan Dao Sect to the Yin-Yang Holy Land delegation, looking at the rolling mountains below with some boredom.

On the side, a disciple of Xuanyuan Dao Zong was introducing the cultural landscape of Dao Zong to them.

However, the little sluts in the Yin Yang Holy Land still find the "tour guide" himself more attractive than boring humanities knowledge.

"Young Taoist priest, how old are you this year? Do you have a Taoist partner to marry?"

"Little Taoist priest, do you think my sister looks better in a red dress or a black dress? Or... not wearing any?"

The young Taoist who had just reached the Golden Elixir level had never seen such a scene before.

He looked at the spectacular white scene in front of him, thinking to himself that what his senior brother said was indeed right, the female cultivators in this Yin Yang Holy Land were all a bunch of evil witches, so evil... Fortunately, I mixed a pill of Xieqianli Pill into his cup this morning, causing him to fall ill and take on this job himself!

Otherwise, with my strong willpower, I will definitely be eaten up by these witches. Let me, your junior brother, bear all the responsibility!

'boring.'

Bei Lingyin withdrew his gaze with contempt.

As an important spy planted by Yama Palace to sabotage the joint operation between the two gangs, she naturally has her strengths.

She was born with a magical power - "mind's eye".

Through her mind's eye observation, she can peek into other people's inner thoughts to a certain extent.

This also made Bei Lingyin realize the various aspects of life and the fickleness of the world early on. She began to no longer believe in feelings and only trusted the knife in her hand.

People can lie, but knives can’t.

Suddenly, a faint smell of blood blew into Bei Lingyin's nose along with the breeze.

Her red eyes widened, seeming a little bit unbelievable.

“Are there any descendants of the Rakshasa tribe who are of the same race as me here?”

Bei Lingyin shook her shoulder-length silver hair and used the mind's eye technique to lock onto the source of the invisible bloody smell.

It was a mansion with white snow floating on it, looking a bit shabby and simple. It was somewhat out of tune with the magnificent caves that he had seen along the way, and seemed too restrained and low-key.

According to the introduction of the young Taoist priest who led the way, that place seemed to be the cave residence of the Hanyang Sword Immortal.

Chapter 189: Bei Lingyin, descendant of the Rakshasa clan

Qing Yueqiu swung his sword to pierce the frost, and his dancing figure looked like an elf in the snow, agile and elegant.

However, her swordsmanship at this moment did not have the sword rhythm that Pei Yuhan often talked about. She was just slashing and stabbing. The sword energy tore through the cold wind, venting the anger that the girl had pent up in her heart.

This was a habit Qing Yueqiu had developed. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would dance with the sword to vent her feelings, forgetting every sword technique she had learned and relying solely on instinct, chopping and slashing with the intention of killing every snowflake in front of her.