Chapter 8: A New Aunt

Leng Feiran said: "What are you fighting for? What's around? They're all ferocious beasts!

Reclaim the wasteland, plant spiritual herbs, and meditate hard. This is the most important thing!

Okay, go back. You're so impetuous now. How can you be a saint?"

Shen Rongrong didn't say anything more. Since the master has chosen the direction, she will just follow it.

Before she said goodbye, she glanced at the boy again.

There was an unremovable sorrow on his handsome face. Although he lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing, he was forced at a glance.

"Master is now forcibly snatching a good boy? She won't be addicted to men, right?

Will our Qingyue Sect be destroyed?"

Shen Rongrong was shocked.

But she didn't dare to say much, so she said goodbye.

After leaving the yard, Shen Rongrong always felt something was wrong.

This boy looked so familiar.

She suddenly remembered that five years ago, the master accepted a male disciple who was this beautiful.

This junior brother is not simple.

On weekdays, he looked warm and cool, but a year later, he actually defected and became a little immortal in Yunlin Mountain.

This time, this junior brother also participated in the battle between good and evil.

But...

Will the immortal in Tianxiu realm serve the master here?

The more Shen Rongrong thought about it, the more strange it felt.

She decided to observe it when she had a chance.

Watching her apprentice leave, Leng Feiran put the melon seeds into her mouth, and she seemed to be talking to herself.

"Hey, the development of Qingyue Sect has indeed deviated. Fighting and killing is not the right way."

"Right?"

She looked at Yue Qingling.

Yue Qingling said nothing and continued to lower his head to peel melon seeds.

"Oh, look at you, you are not talking again, come, sit over here."

Leng Feiran grabbed Yue Qingling's arm and pulled him into her arms.

With a sly smile on her pretty face, one hand hooked Yue Qingling's pointed chin.

"Come on, little immortal, smile to the female devil?"

Yue Qingling took a deep breath, and he turned his head away and ignored her.

"What? You don't want to drink a toast?"

Leng Feiran's patience is quite limited. Once you have a little resistance, her face will instantly turn cold.

Yue Qingling pondered for a moment: "No."

"If it's not, who are you showing this stinky face to?"

Leng Feiran tightly hugged his waist, just to make him feel the difference in status.

Yue Qingling's mouth moved, and he had to smile lightly.

The smile disappeared instantly, and it can be seen how perfunctory he was.

Leng Feiran saw that he gave her face, so she didn't pursue it further.

What's there to care about with a pet?

There is a long way to go. Even if Yue Qingling is stubborn, he can make him soft after a hundred years.

She patted Yue Qingling on the back and said: "I won't torment you anymore. Go wash my clothes."

Yue Qingling was as if he had been pardoned. He breathed a sigh of relief and finally got off Leng Feiran.

He quickly went to the house to pack his clothes and went to the backyard with a wooden basin.

There is a sweet well there, which can be used to wash clothes.

In fact, the monks can wash clothes with a spell.

But Leng Feiran thought that it would be cleaner to let Yue Qingling wash by hand.

Yue Qingling quickly fetched water, moved a small stool, found a washboard, and rubbed clothes.

No one could have imagined that the little immortal who was famous in the four realms was now in the backyard of the Demon Cult Empress, rolling up his sleeves to wash clothes for the Empress.

After washing for a while, he felt his waist was sore. He was just a young master without any cultivation.

He simply straightened his body, pounded his thin waist, rubbed his forehead with the back of one hand, and a few strands of hair stuck to his jade-like face.

It made him look like a delicate little maid.

It was not that his back muscles were not good, but mainly because he had overused his waist in the past half month.

But just as he was working hard, a voice suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Your name is Yue Qingling? Is it the immortal of Yunlin Mountain?"

Yue Qingling was slightly startled.

Looking around, he could not see anything.

"I am in your three-inch spiritual platform. I am Huang Xinyan, whom you saved."

The voice was erratic, and it was obvious that it was talking to him through the divine consciousness.

Yue Qingling was shocked, and he lowered his head and continued to rub the clothes, fearing that he would be discovered by the empress.

Then, he began to look inside.

Sure enough, he saw a beautiful woman with a voluptuous and mature temperament sitting quietly next to his jade-like and snow-white Yuanshen in the three-inch spiritual platform that had been sealed by the spell.

Yue Qingling just wanted to faint.

What on earth was going on?

How did Huang Xinyan get locked in the three-inch spiritual platform?

How did she get in?

"Fairy Huang, you... I hope you are okay." Yue Qingling suddenly remembered that when he jumped off the cliff that day, a familiar divine consciousness rushed to him.

At that time, because he was about to die, he subconsciously forced a small corner of the three-inch spiritual platform to break free, and this weak divine consciousness drilled in.

There has been no movement for the past half month.

I didn't expect it was Huang Xinyan.

Huang Xinyan smiled and said, "Little Immortal Venerable, I have to thank you a lot. It was thanks to your resourcefulness that you deceived the empress.

After I fell off the cliff, my body was hanging on the tree branch. Suddenly I felt your arrival and escaped from the dagger.

These days, I have benefited a lot from being by your Yuanshen. My consciousness has been cultivated and I have recovered the ability to speak."

After saying that, she also looked at the Yuanshen who was meditating curiously.

Fortunately, she is a righteous person and knows that the Yuanshen cannot be touched at will.

Otherwise, Yue Qingling would not be able to control her own collapse.

Yue Qingling smiled bitterly: "Fairy Huang, you have made a wrong move. If you can possess a flying bird or a wild beast, you can at least escape the Demon Cult. Now you enter my body...

I can't even get out myself."

Huang Xinyan smiled and said: "It's okay. I feel very comfortable in the heart of the little fairy."

After saying that, the beautiful woman was even a little shy.

Yue Qingling's heart was full of spiritual energy. When she meditated here, she could feel her cultivation improving.

She blinked her almond eyes and said softly: "Little fairy, I have heard of your deeds. Speaking of which, you and my niece are of the same generation, right?

It is true that heroes emerge from youth."

"Alas, Fairy Huang..." Yue Qingling sighed, the past was unbearable to look back.

Why mention these?

"Little fairy, you can just call me sister in the future, or... you can call me aunt." Huang Xinyan plucked up the courage and gently suggested.

Yue Qingling had no choice but to say: "Aunt Yan, we are trapped here now, I really want to die."

"Don't talk nonsense, you are such a good child, how can you die just like that?

It's just a little insult, there will always be a turnaround, auntie will accompany you in the future, okay?"

Huang Xinyan hurriedly coaxed him.

Although the little immortal has a strong cultivation, according to his age, he is just a child who has not grown up.

Huang Xinyan was grateful for his life-saving grace, and secondly, he also aroused a faint maternal love.