The Wuming Sanren casually rewarded the monk surnamed Qi and the bearded man with several magic weapons, and also gave them two talismans that they had refined together.
The two were overjoyed and retreated in fear.
In the hall, only Wuming San and Murong Xue were left.
The nameless San Cultivator held the pearl and pondered for a moment. A vast amount of mana surged out, erasing the mark of the demon cultivator Gaoxiang, and refining the magic weapon.
With a thought in his mind, a ray of light emerged from the pearl, and after falling to the ground, it shrank, revealing a young girl with a tall figure and graceful curves.
"May I have your name?"
he asked calmly.
Murong Xue looked shy and whispered: "Murong Xue..."
The Wuming Sanren looked Murong Xue up and down, nodded and said: "You have extraordinary talent in cultivation and a solid foundation. You are expected to develop a third-grade golden elixir in the future."
Under the eyes of Wuming Sanren, Murong Xue felt that there was no secret in her body, as if she could be seen through at a glance, inside and out.
He won't find my fourth-level flying sword and sword manual...
A thought flashed through the girl's mind.
Just listen to Wuming Sanren continue to say: "Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Murong Xue was startled, how could this happen? !
She thought about lightning in her mind, and quickly came to her senses. She glanced at Pang Yue with her beautiful eyes, lowered her eyelids and said, "I already have a master, and she treats me very well. I will never accept anyone as my master again in this life." .”
The Wuming Sanren didn't take it seriously at all. He smiled calmly and said, "Then you will be my concubine."
"ah?"
Murong Xuemei's eyes widened and she looked at Wuming Sanren in disbelief.
She thought that the other party was very interested in her talent and wanted to use any means to force her to become a disciple. Who would have expected...it was back to square one!
The unknown Sanren reached out and lifted Murong Xue's chin, only to see that her skin was as white as snow, her thick eyelashes were drooping, her nose was straight, and her curved eyebrows were delicately drawn, which was perfect.
This woman has a pair of exceptionally bright and clear almond eyes, looking at her with joy, and her temperament is even more elegant and graceful, with a bit more mature charm.
The Wuming Sanren said: "I don't have a name, from now on you can just call me Master!"
"master……"
Murong Xue's eyes trembled, she did not dare to look directly into Wuming Sanren's eyes, and said softly.
She has long, shiny black hair that sticks to her back and buttocks, a tall figure, and her legs are round, slender, and full of vitality.
The Wuming Sanren nodded with satisfaction. Among his many concubines, this girl's body proportions were the most perfect.
If I add or subtract even one more point, I will feel regretful. It is truly the best in the world.
"I heard that you are from the Yin Yang Sect?"
The unknown Sanren asked.
Murong Xue nodded silently.
The young Taoist in front of him was a top-notch figure among the thousands of monks in Luo Xing Yuan who had the highest level of golden elixir.
In front of him, I was like a little white rabbit in front of a lion.
Now, from the lion's eyes, she could clearly see that the lion was about to enjoy the delicious food.
Yin-Yang Sect monks can generally choose a Taoist partner when they are in the outer sect's breath-taking realm, participate in the magical method together, and move forward hand in hand.
There are also monks who wait until they reach the Taoist realm before making a choice.
The purpose is to choose better people.
Only a very small number of monks will choose a Taoist companion after entering the realm of golden elixir.
Those are a very small number of monks who aim to conquer the Yuan Shen or even become a Heavenly Luo.
I heard the nameless cultivator say with great interest: "Then, let me see the secret method of your Yin Yang Sect."
Murong Xue was immediately ashamed. This shyness was also filled with complex emotions such as nervousness, fear, helplessness and so on.
Outside the palace.
Snowflakes are still flying and falling.
After a long time, a sound of dragons and phoenixes came out, and a pair of dragon and phoenix phantoms came out of the void and coiled into a large formation...
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The brocade is still warm, and the fragrance overflows.
A slender and round snow-white jade leg stretched out from the bed curtains. The delicate jade feet stepped lightly on the cold ground. The snow-grey toes were slightly curled up, as if they were a little shy. They were extremely delicate and cute.
Murong Xue gently stepped off the jade couch and put on a long skirt with a waist, proudly showing off her curves.
She walked to the door of the main hall and opened the door.
He saw a beautiful woman looking at her with a smile, handed over a jade slip, and said: "Give it to the master, and say that this thing was sent by An Zi."
Murong Xue nodded, took the jade slip, and closed the palace door shyly.
She returned to the jade bed, handed the jade slip to Wuming Sanren, and whispered: "Master, the jade slip sent by Anzi seems to be urgent."
The unknown Sanren took the jade slip, used a secret method to unlock the seal, and looked at the contents with a blank expression.
Murong Xue was still immersed in the long and beautiful practice not long ago, and she felt a little confused.
The martial arts of Wuming Sanren are righteous and peaceful, and they don't look like evil cultivators or bad people...
Then the unknown Sanren handed the jade slip back and said, "You are bothering me with some trivial matters... Just take a look at it."
Murong Xue came to her senses, took the jade slip, and put it on her forehead curiously.
The next moment, her face suddenly turned pale, her beauty turned pale, and she looked at Wuming Sanren in fear.
Among the jade slips, it turned out to be information sent back from the secret person arranged by Wuming Sanren to be around Yusanren...
It was clearly written in the information that Demon Cultivator Gao Xiang Remnant told something after seeing Yu Sanren.
The birthday gift he was going to offer to Yu Sanren was a fourth-level flying sword and a soul-level sword manual, but they were kidnapped midway by Wuming Sanren's men.
Yusan people were furious...
Only then did Murong Xue know that her master had not only died in the hands of the demon cultivator Gao Xiang, but also that Gao Xiang had refined his remaining soul, and she knew the secrets of the two masters.
But Gao Xiang didn't force Murong Xue, he obviously had other plans.
The Demon Sect body-training technique practiced by Gao Xiang may not be able to achieve much even if he uses the fourth-level flying sword and sword manual.
On the contrary, giving this gift to Yusanren can maximize the benefits.
He had never shown that he knew the secret, just because he was afraid that Murong Xue would get involved and spoil things.
Such a city is in line with the character of the Demon Sect monks.
Now that Wuming Sanren knows this, will he take away the opportunity of his master and his disciple?
The nameless San Cultivator smiled and said, "Don't panic. It's just a fourth-level flying sword. Master, I still don't like it."
Murong Xue felt a little relieved.
The nameless Taoist's mind does not seem to be on these "foreign objects".
The Wuming Sanren asked again: "Yin Yang Sect is a major sect, and you are a true disciple. Have you ever heard of which type of secret method or elixir has the miraculous effect of healing soul damage?"
Murong Xue thought for a while, looked at Wuming Sanren, and asked softly: "It depends, what kind of soul is damaged?"
"Sword wound."
The unknown Sanren said calmly.
Murong Xue thought for a while, then raised her eyes and said, "I once heard from my master that there is a spiritual official in the Seven Immortals City in Jiayin who is proficient in the secret method of the soul..."
"Jiayin Di Zi Qi? Fairy City?"
When Wuming Sanren heard this, he frowned.
A hundred years ago, he woke up in an underground cave on a floating island in Luo Xing Yuan.
No memory at all!
His physical body was nearly destroyed, his soul was damaged, and a terrifying sword intent still remained on his soul, making it difficult for him to recover.
Over the past hundred years, he has already recovered 70% to 80% of his physical injuries, which is comparable to that of the God of Soul.
But the mana and soul are still at the half-step soul level.
Especially for the soul, there is almost no cure.
It is said that thousands of years ago, a shocking sword light fell from the sky, creating the wonder of Luo Xing Yuan.
I wonder if that sword light and the sword intention in my soul are the same?
Although he has lost his memory, his magical powers and secrets are still engraved deep in his soul like instinct.
Not long ago, when practicing with Murong Xue, they used a secret method called "Dragon and Phoenix Yin".
The number of magical powers he controls is so powerful that it is simply shocking!
Even he was shocked!
There are also many magic weapons on his body... each one challenges people's imagination more than the other.
He really doesn't lack a fourth-level flying sword, and he also has a seventh-level flying sword...
So, who am I?
This problem has troubled him for hundreds of years.
Therefore, he designated his name as "Wu Ming".
He also set up a special stone tablet in the temple to remind himself at all times.
He didn't dare to leave Luo Xingyuan...
He fully understands the terror of the sword intent in his soul!
Your own enemies are very scary.
Before his strength is restored, staying in the chaotic Luo Xingyuan is undoubtedly the best choice.
Now we have to face a choice.
In order to heal the wounds of the soul, leave Luo Xingyuan and go to the fairy city?
Or should we continue to stay in Luoxingyuan and look for other solutions?
