Tsundere Empress: Immortal Supreme? Just a Provocative Disciple

Leng Feiran said: "What are you attacking? What are around you? They are all ferocious beasts!

Conscientiously reclaim wasteland, plant spiritual herbs, and work hard to meditate. This is the most important thing!

Okay, go back. Look at how impetuous you are now, how can you still look like a saint? "

Shen Rongrong didn't say anything more. Since the master had chosen the direction, she would just follow it and be done with it.

Before she left, she took one more look at the boy.

Qingjun's face was full of sadness, and although he lowered his eyebrows to please his eyes, it looked like he was being forced.

"Master is now robbing young men from good families? Isn't she addicted to male sex?

Is our Qingyue Sect going to perish? "

Shen Rongrong was shocked.

But she didn't dare to say anything, so she just resigned.

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

This boy looked so familiar.

She suddenly remembered that five years ago, Master took in a male disciple who was so stunning.

This junior brother is not simple.

He looked Wen Wen and Liang Liang on weekdays, but a year later he defected and became the little immortal of Yunlin Mountain.

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

but……

Will the Immortal Lord in the Heavenly Cultivation Realm serve the Master here?

The more Shen Rongrong thought about it, the stranger he felt.

She decided she would have a chance to observe it later.

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

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

"Is it right?"

She looked at Yue Qingling.

Yue Qingling said nothing and continued to peel melon seeds with her head down.

"Oh, look, you're not talking anymore. Come on, sit over here."

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

There was a wicked smile on her pretty face, and one hand hooked Yue Qingling's pointed chin.

"Come on, Little Immortal Lord, give the devil a smile?"

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

"What? If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine?"

Leng Feiran's patience is quite limited. Once you resist even a little bit, she will instantly become cold.

Yue Qingling pondered for a moment: "No."

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

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

The corners of Yue Qingling's mouth moved, and he could only smile softly.

The smile disappeared instantly, showing how perfunctory he was.

Leng Feiran saw that he was giving her face, so she didn't pursue the matter further.

What's there to argue with a pet?

The days are long, and no matter how stubborn Yue Qingling is, if she endures for a hundred years, she will become a soft-hearted person.

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

If Yue Qingling was granted amnesty, he breathed a long sigh of relief and finally got off Leng Feiran.

He quickly went inside to pack his clothes and took the tub to the backyard.

There was a sweet well there for washing clothes.

In fact, monks can use a spell to clean clothes.

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

Yue Qingling quickly fetched water, moved a small bench, found a washboard, and washed the clothes with "clop".

No one would have thought that the famous Little Immortal Lord in the Four Realms Continent would be in the backyard of the Demon Sect Empress, washing her clothes with his sleeves rolled up.

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

He straightened his body simply, patted his waist, rubbed his forehead with the back of one hand, and a few locks of hair stuck to Ruyu's face.

Make him look like a pretty little maid.

This is not because his back muscles are weak, but mainly because he has overused his waist in the past half month.

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

"Your name is Yue Qingling? Are you the Immortal Lord of Yunlin Mountain?"

Yue Qingling was slightly startled.

I looked around and saw nothing.

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

The voice was erratic, obviously talking to him through his spiritual consciousness.

Yue Qingling was shocked. He quickly lowered his head and continued to rub his clothes, for fear of being discovered by the empress.

Then he began to look inwards.

Sure enough, in the three-inch spiritual platform that had been sealed by a spell, a mature and beautiful woman was sitting quietly next to his jade-like Yuanshen.

Yue Qingling just wanted to faint.

What is going on?

Why was Huang Xinyan locked inside the three-inch spiritual platform?

How on earth did she get in?

"Huang Fairy, you... just be fine." Yue Qingling suddenly remembered that when she jumped off the cliff that day, a familiar consciousness rushed to her body.

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

There has been no movement for the past half month.

Unexpectedly, it was Huang Xinyan.

Huang Xinyan smiled and said: "Little Immortal Lord, I have to thank you. Thanks to your resourcefulness, you deceived the empress.

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

I have also benefited a lot from being next to your soul these days. My consciousness has been cultivated, and my ability to speak has been restored. "

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

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

Otherwise, Yue Qingling would be unable to control her paralysis.

Yue Qingling smiled bitterly: "Huang Fairy, you have made a wrong move. If you can possess birds and beasts, you can at least escape from the Demon Cult. Now enter my body...

I can't even get out myself. "

Huang Xinyan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, in Xiao Xianzun's heart, I feel very comfortable."

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

Yue Qingling's heart is full of spiritual energy. When she meditates here, she can feel her cultivation improve.

She blinked her almond-shaped eyes and said softly: "Xiao Xianzun, I have heard about your deeds. Speaking of which, are you the same generation as my niece?

It is true that a hero comes from a boy. "

"Alas, Fairy Huang..." Yue Qingling sighed, unable to look back on the past.

What are you doing with these?

"Xiao Xianzun, you can call me sister from now on, or... you can also call me aunt." Huang Xinyan summoned up the courage and suggested gently.

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

"Don't talk nonsense. How can you, a good boy like you, die just because you want to?

Isn't it just a little insult? There will always be a turn for the better. Auntie will stay with you from now on, okay? "

Huang Xinyan quickly coaxed him.

Regardless of Xiao Xianzun's strong cultivation, according to his age, he is just a child who has not grown up.

Huang Xinyan was firstly grateful for his life-saving grace, and secondly, she was inspired by him to feel a touch of motherly love.