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

After Qing Yueqiu confirmed that the attire was correct, he stood up and flew to the bamboo forest where his master was teaching morning lessons.

Chapter 223 Pei Yuhan's Preference for the Eldest Disciple

"Yueqiu, you are late."

Pei Yuhan looked at the senior disciple who had hurried over, and couldn't help showing a worried look:

"Yueqiu, are you feeling unwell today? You were always the first to arrive."

Qingyueqiu, who had not returned home all night, listened to the master's words of comfort, but did not dare to look up at his eyes because of his guilty conscience.

"Without Master... I practiced all night and forgot the time, so I am late."

"I see."

Pei Yuhan nodded, patted Qing Yueqiu's shoulder, and injected some pure Yang Qi into her body, relieving the fatigue between the girl's brows.

"Thank you, Master."

"No need to thank me, Yueqiu, you just practiced too hard. When practicing, don't be too eager for quick success, otherwise it's easy to go astray. Taking a proper rest is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Disciple understands..."

When Qing Yueqiu heard the word "wrong way", her scarlet eyes trembled. She silently said "sorry" to her master in her heart, and then walked to the side of her junior sister.

Pei Yuhan looked at his eldest disciple returning to the team with satisfaction, but when he saw Yu Xiaoyan looking around there, his face became stern, just like a class teacher seeing a bad student in the class.

"Xiaoxiao, don't just stand there in a daze. Did you hear what your sister said? Compared to your sister, your attitude towards cultivation is simply too poor!"

"Don't even mention fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. You actually only fished for half a day out of five days, and spent the remaining four and a half days eating, drinking, having fun, and sleeping!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaoyan curled her lips in dissatisfaction and muttered in a low voice: "Master, Xiaoxiao's cultivation is obviously very fast. Maybe when Senior Sister was in the Golden Core Stage, her cultivation efficiency was far inferior to mine. Why does Master have such high expectations of me?"

"As for the results, Master, you should praise Xiaoxiao even more!"

"I'm talking about attitude, don't try to quibble, girl."

"The final result is the most important. No matter how good your attitude is, if it can't change the result, it's all in vain... Master, I was wrong. I won't talk back again."

When Yu Xiaoyan saw her master coming towards her with a gloomy face, she quickly raised her hands in surrender, hoping to get away with it.

But it's too late.

Pei Yuhan grabbed Yu Xiaoyan's ear and lifted the girl up. She grimaced in pain and begged for mercy.

At the same time, Pei Yuhan whispered in her ear:

"Girl, do you really think that your speed in cultivation depends entirely on your own talent?"

"If you didn't have the support of Pure Yang Essence and top-level dual cultivation..."

Before Pei Yuhan finished speaking, Yu Xiaoyan's clever eyes turned and she said in a voice that Qing Yueqiu couldn't hear:

"Master, it is a small opportunity to obtain the Pure Yang Essence. You can't treat me differently just because I can get it and I can't~"

Pei Yuhan became even more furious when he heard this, and he almost said nonsense out of anger, "If Yue Qiu could get me, he would have broken through to the Spiritual Transformation stage long ago."

Damn it, how could I have accepted such an evil disciple!

"Xiao Xiao, you must face the wall and reflect on your mistakes for a day and a night. You are not allowed to eat or drink!"

“No, Master…”

"go with!"

"..."

Seeing that her master was really angry, Yu Xiaoyan did not dare to say anything more. She lowered her head and went to reflect on her mistakes in front of the wall in dejection.

After teaching the younger disciple a lesson, Pei Yuhan thought of Xiao Xiao’s outrageous remarks about “wasting effort” and looked at his well-behaved and sensible eldest disciple with some concern.

"Yueqiu, you should know that what your junior sister said is not useful at all, so just continue to be yourself and don't let her influence your mentality."

Qing Yueqiu just smiled carefreely when he heard this.

“It’s okay, Master, I believe Xiaoxiao has no ill intentions.

Moreover, I think what Xiao Xiao said is not without reason. Efforts that do not produce results are indeed in vain. "

"Yueqiu..."

"Master, don't worry about me. I believe my efforts will be useful. I will get what I want with my own hands."

Qing Yueqiu looked at the handsome and elegant swordsman in white in front of him and said seriously.

Pei Yuhan had not yet realized that the thing his disciple wanted included himself. He was just happy for Yue Qiu's firm determination to pursue the Tao.

"Since you know what's going on, I can rest assured."

"Since Xiaoxiao, the bad disciple, has been punished, I will focus on teaching the good disciples today."

……

……

The pure white moon was frozen in the dark sky, like a fairy fallen into a dark prison.

Qing Yueqiu stood on the hill behind the mountain and watched the candle in his master's room go out early.

These past two days, Master and his wife have always turned off the lights very early...

It seemed that their relationship was better since they had the fight that day.

The girl clenched her fists, resolutely put on a pure white crystal mask, turned around and disappeared into the night.

With uneasy jealousy in her heart, she now only wanted to extinguish the restless flame with the blood of her enemies.

the other side.

Pei Yuhan suddenly paused, as if he had a premonition of something bad happening.

"What's wrong, Ahan? Do you feel that I've become stronger and you know you can't control me anymore?"

The Taoist partner's triumphant voice dispelled Pei Yuhan's doubts, making him think that the premonition just now was just some kind of illusion.

The most important thing right now is to teach the ignorant little Liyuan a lesson!

"You have only been practicing for two days, and you don't take me seriously? You are so arrogant. It seems that I, your husband, must deal with you and let you know who is the master of this family!"

Seeing that Pei Yuhan was going to get serious, Ye Liyuan quickly begged for mercy.

"Well~bad Akan, I said you are the master, and that's not enough."

Fairy Ye showed a pitiful expression, hoping to arouse Pei Yuhan's sympathy and not be so rude.

But the evil Pei Jianxian showed no mercy to women, which made Ye Liyuan realize that it was useless to beg for mercy. Dignity is not given by others, but earned by oneself!

"Damn you Pei Yuhan, I'm going to fight you!"

After a while, the only sounds in the room were the Taoist couple's pleas for mercy.

……

……

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the noisy and bloody arena.

Qing Yueqiu, holding a magic sword, was fighting with a four-winged purple mantis the size of a small elephant.

The slender spirit sword collided with the mantis demon's exaggeratedly huge purple sickle, and the friction produced sparks and arcs that flew and splashed in the air.

The speeds of both of them were extremely fast. Even under the effect of the formation that suppressed their cultivation on the ring, it was still so fast that the spectators around could hardly catch the specific fighting with the naked eye.

All they could feel was the bloody wind blowing towards them through the guardrails of the ring, further stimulating the killing desire of countless spectators.

Finally, the tug-of-war in this blitzkrieg came to an end.

Qing Yueqiu and the mantis demon simultaneously distanced themselves from each other and stood there calmly for a moment.

Then it went from static to dynamic, with bursts of sound barriers bursting, and the two had already crossed each other.

The mantis demon's upper body flew up on the spot, and large amounts of green corrosive insect blood burned the ground and the air, causing smoke to sizzle.

"Fellow Daoists, the winner of this match is once again our best newcomer 'Han Qiu'!

This is already the fourth wonderful game she has played for us tonight. Let's give her a big round of applause, shall we?"

Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out. The atmosphere of the entire venue was aroused by the beautiful host, and everyone called out "Han Qiu"'s name.

Only the person involved was not swept away by the restless atmosphere. She was neither excited nor happy. She just sheathed the magic sword without saying a word and walked out of the arena like a lonely swordsman.

Only careful people could notice that her legs seemed to be trembling, and drops of blood flowed from her body, forming a blood line on the ground...

Chapter 224 Shang Miaoyan's Invitation

Tick-tick-tick

Bright red blood dripped down the horrific crack in the girl's abdomen.

The wound was so horrific, and so much blood had flowed out that even a Nascent Soul cultivator like Qing Yueqiu had his lips turning white.

After all, in Xuanyuan Dark City, a gray area full of mixed people, Qing Yueqiu didn't dare to show any signs of injury, let alone find a secluded place to recuperate.

Rather than recuperating in that strange and dangerous place, she would rather grit her teeth and endure the pain to return to Hangong Sword Mansion for treatment.

Only when she returns to her master's home will she feel completely at ease and feel free to reveal her soft side.

Qing Yueqiu gritted his teeth and applied the cold healing ointment on the wound, then wrapped the bandage around his waist and abdomen several times.

As she moved her spiritual energy to cover the wound, the unbearable pain finally subsided. This was a good sign, proving that the wound was healing and there should be no hidden injuries left.

Qing Yueqiu picked up the spirit sword whose edge was already full of cracks and scars, and sighed softly.

“As expected, ordinary spirit swords are no match for Liuying, and are too easily destroyed in battles with demonic beasts… That mantis demon was quite skilled, and the last strike nearly injured my internal organs.

But if I had Liuying in my hand, I would never be in such a mess."

Qing Yueqiu stood up with the help of a dead tree. She took off her dress which had turned into a bloody shirt again, and scooped up the snow water to carefully wash away the bloody smell on her body.

Looking at the reflection in the stream, her pretty face was still pale after taking the pill.

Qing Yueqiu pursed her lips. She knew that if her master found her like this, the attentive master would definitely guess what happened to her last night...