However, judging from the extremely tragic scene at the 200-year ceremony of Patriarch Beichen, Taichu Guan did not stop.
"If you want to talk about your demon sect, just talk about your demon sect. Why are you trying to drag us, Beichen!" Cai Zhao raised his head from the steaming huge bathtub, revealing his small shoulders with the warm fragrance of nephrite.
She was furious: "Also, what are you doing in my room while I'm taking a shower?!"
The handsome young man sitting at the table frowned slightly: "There is such a big screen in the middle, I can't see anything."
——The whole room is bounded by a large screen with beautiful embroidery on all sides. The left side is filled with mist, humid and warm, and the right side of the room is bright and clear, with only a table, a chair and one person.
Cai Zhao was so angry that he was about to burst into flames: "Do you understand the truth? Don't you know the difference between men and women? I am bathing in it, and you shouldn't be here even if I can't see you! When I broke into the third senior brother's room, he You are still wearing your middle coat, and you are all busy putting on your outer robe - look at this person's cultivation and etiquette, you are really..."
"What are you talking about?" Mu Qingyan's face immediately darkened, "You dare to rush in even though a grown man has not even put on his clothes yet? Don't you know the difference between men and women? Such a grown man doesn't know what to do. To avoid suspicion!"
Cai Zhao almost fell into the bathtub.
"You are a man too! Why don't you avoid suspicion?" she screamed.
"I'm different." Mu Qingyan said confidently, "I don't have any distracting thoughts. Huh, a person like Song Yuzhi is obviously engaged and still flirting with other women. I don't know what he is thinking in his heart."
Cai Zhao was very grateful to Song Yuzhi for his previous help and couldn't help but tell him the difference: "Third senior brother doesn't like senior sister Lingbo."
"If you don't like it, why don't you break off the engagement early? Do you have to wait until your next wife comes out before letting go? Humph, you're a coward."
Mu Qingyan's jade-like fingers exerted slight force, and a clear palm print appeared on the rosewood desk, "Forget it this time, call me next time when I know that you and other men don't avoid suspicion, so don't blame me for my lack of discretion! "
Cai Zhao weakly rested his chin on the edge of the tub, feeling so angry that he wanted to look up to the sky and sigh.
After meeting this guy at the foot of Jiuli Mountain this morning, she didn't want to pay attention to him.
This guy also knew that he was not welcome, so he followed silently until they left Qingque Town and passed the fork in the road. Then he suggested that Cai Qian and the others should take a bath, change clothes, and take a nap.
Needless to say, Mr. Qian, although the swill bucket was empty, after all, he had been lying there all night, and the smell on his body was intoxicating.
Cai Zhao was also covered in blood and sweat and exhausted. In order to dispel Cai Zhao's vigilance, Mu Qingyan even said that he could take Luo Yinggu's poison as a restraint.
"Okay, why should I give you poison?" Cai Zhao was completely puzzled.
Mu Qingyan patiently explained: "What if I attack you while you are resting, or steal Young Master Qian secretly? So you have to give me a specially made poison, and then give me the antidote when it is safe. This way It’s safe.”
Looking at the girl's blank gaze, he said in surprise, "Why, doesn't Luoying Valley have this kind of poison? With your talent, it's not impossible to make it."
Cai Zhao expressed his shame: "...I will remind my mother when I get back."
This is an elegant bamboo forest monastery, quiet and secluded, with only the sound of birds singing around.
A lanky old servant with gray beard and gray hair was waiting here quietly. When Cai Zhao heard Mu Qingyan call him 'Uncle Cheng', his attitude was rare and respectful.
Young Master Qian wanted to go straight to the main residence to wash and change clothes, but Mu Qingyan slapped him to the ground with a hollow palm, and was then dragged into the woodshed to wash up by Uncle Cheng.
Cai Zhao's treatment was much better.
The interior is warm and cozy, with a huge bathtub made of oil-sealed paulownia wood that is half a person tall and filled with hot water, a clean and brand-new set of clothes and shoes that have been scented, and a soft bed like a cloud.
——The only thing I hate is that Mu Qingyan refuses to leave no matter what.
"Okay, okay, let's go on and say that the parents of your demon sect are filthy." Cai Zhao waved his hand helplessly and lay back in the tub to rest.
In fact, the first leader of the Demon Sect was named Mu, and most of the leaders in the past two hundred years were also named Mu.
To put it bluntly, just like the wonton shop that Cai Zhao often went to, the Demon Cult is actually a family industry.
However, the leader of the demon sect is also a human being, and as a human being, it is inevitable that his descendants will be dishonorable.
Problems appeared as early as the third generation of the leader - his only son was weak and quiet since he was a child, and he was clearly embarrassed by his responsibilities. Let him be the leader, and the six Beichen sects can collectively laugh their teeth out.
But if he gave his position as leader to someone else, Mu Mu would feel uncomfortable all over and feel sorry for his ancestors, so this leader very creatively came up with the 'adopted son system'.
He carefully selected an orphan boy with outstanding qualifications but a loyal character, and cultivated him carefully. At the same time, he kept instilling the idea that kindness is more important than anything in the world. After his death, he asked his adopted son to assist his biological son as the protector of the teachings. When the grandchildren grow up, the handover can be smooth.
"How does he know that his grandson must be capable? What if his grandson is still quiet and weak?" Cai Zhao felt that the leader took it too much for granted.
A very strange look appeared on Mu Qingyan's face: "The Mu family has never had two generations of useless descendants - it was like this before Nie Hengcheng."
Cai Zhao was surprised: "Nie Hengcheng is also Mu's adopted son?"
"good."
Before Nie Hengcheng, the Mu family had produced a total of three powerful adopted sons as the Dharma Kings.
Two of them were loyal, and although they may have had an affair, they handed over power step by step when their adoptive brothers' sons grew up; one was a little reluctant, but after marrying his daughter to the new leader, he quickly retired. It is said that in his later years he lived a happy life with grandchildren.
But Nie Hengcheng is not.
Nie Hengcheng was the adopted son of Mu Qingyan's great-grandfather. He was smart and capable since he was a child. He began to assist his indecisive adoptive father at the age of fifteen.
After his adoptive father passed away, he continued to assist his frail adoptive brother - Mu Qingyan's grandfather.
Unexpectedly, Mu Qingyan's grandparents passed away prematurely, and Mu Qingyan's father, Mu Zhengming, was less than ten years old when they left.
The Demonic Cult's great cause and strength are far beyond the comparison of any of the six Beichen sects. Therefore, the leader must be iron-blooded and strong. No one with a softer hand can suppress the wolves, tigers and leopards underneath, let alone a child?
As a result, Mu's adopted son Nie Hengcheng took charge of power as the acting leader for the first time.
Cai Zhao felt a little stupid: "What about your father? Where is he now?"
"Died four years ago."
Cai Zhao immediately retracted the tub, and after a moment he said: "Your father passed away four years ago, so he was not killed by Nie Hengcheng? I thought Nie Hengcheng was reluctant to return the position of leader to your father, and then killed him. "
Mu Qingyan: "Nie Hengcheng is indeed reluctant to return the position of leader, but he has never harmed my father."
Cai Cha blinked, not quite understanding.
Mu Qingyan: "Because my father doesn't want to take over the position of leader."
Cai Zhao groaned and said in a low voice: "Isn't your health not good too?"
"No, my father is in good health, has a very high level of cultivation, and his temperament is not weak. It's just that he loves the days of idle clouds and wild cranes - fighting for power and profit, plotting to kill. He really doesn't like it."
One year, the young Chang Haosheng followed the heroes of the Six Beichen Sects into the Netherworld. After fighting for half a day in the dark, he walked randomly without knowing the direction and accidentally bumped into Mu who was raising cranes and feeding pengs in the mountains. prove.
Mu Zhengming didn't say anything, silently pointed the way out to Chang Haosheng, left a bottle of medicine on the ground, and left quietly.
"Later, Daxia Chang should have met my father several times." Mu Qingyan said.
"So that's how it is." Cai Zhao suddenly realized, "How could Daxia Chang believe in you?"
"Well, Chang Daxia has always been thinking about his father's love. My father once said that if I have any emergency in the future, I can go to Chang Daxia for help. Although Chang Daxia said before his death, the Chang family will not be wiped out. It's none of my business. But I know that I was the one who brought trouble to the Chang family - when I return to the church, I will gouge out the eyes, cut out the tongue, cramp the muscles, and peel off the skin."
Mu Qingyan's tone was calm, but every word was cold.
Cai Zhao knew that ordinary people's vow to "gouge out the eyes, cut out the tongue, cramp and peel off the skin" might just be words, but Mu Qingyan would definitely do it.
She shrunk her neck and sighed after a moment: "Your great-grandfather and grandfather, one is weak in temperament and the other is weak in body, and your father is indifferent to fame and fortune. In other words, Nie Hengcheng has been in power for three generations. Alas, after so many years of holding power, Even if you don’t have ambition, you still develop ambition.”
Mu Qingyan raised his head, his neck was slender and graceful, "...sometimes I wonder, if my father did not insist on being indifferent and peaceful, but instead fought for the position of leader, many people's lives would have changed."
"Nie Hengcheng may not be able to practice that evil skill, Wu Yuanying will not be tortured for more than ten years, Luo Yuanrong may be able to stay with his sweetheart forever, Qingfeng and the three elders are all alive and controlling each other - at least, the heroine Cai Pingshu will not die so early ”
Cai Zhao felt a pain in his heart. After a moment, she said softly: "I don't think you can blame your father. It's not his fault, he just can't go against his heart."
Mu Qingyan stared at the screen in surprise, as if wanting to see Cai Zhao's expression - he thought she would approve.
The girl continued: "Just like my aunt, Mrs. Min has always thought that she doesn't know how to cook, and doesn't know how to be virtuous and gentle. She doesn't even want to wait at home for her fiancé to come back. Instead, she insists on being competitive outside and taking the lead in everything."
"Actually, my aunt can cook and sew and sew. She also tried to wait at home - but it didn't work. My aunt said that she has been fearless since she was a child, but when she thought about having to live such a life in the future, she became angry. She was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat, and was so scared that she would wake up in her dreams. So she stole Master Lei's clothes and ran away in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Uncle Zhou later learned about my aunt's thoughts and could understand her."
"Perhaps for your father, letting him be the leader of the demon sect is like letting my aunt be a housekeeper and a good wife and mother. It is a terrifying thing that will wake you up in the middle of the night."
"So, don't blame your father. I think he must be a very good person. Chang Daxia will not trust you so much just because of a favor. It must be your father, let him believe that you are not a bad person."
The girl's voice was gentle and quiet, lingering.
Mu Qingyan suddenly said: "Zhaozhao, can I take off the screen and come to your side?" He suddenly wanted to see the girl's face and the expression on her face, so that he could smooth out the worries he had in his heart. Unwilling to do so.
A ladle of hot water hit the brocade screen hard, accompanied by the girl's fierce anger——
"Get out of here!"
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Chapter 44
Mr. Qian was drying his hair in the yard when he suddenly heard a burst of angry shouting and noise in the main room, and then the handsome young man with water drops on his cheeks was driven out of the house.
Mr. Qian was shocked on the spot: "Miss Cai is taking a bath, and you actually stay in it? This... is not good."
——This means that although his business field is somewhat unusual, his moral bottom line is not low at all.
Mu Qingyan glanced at him: "I'm afraid the brothel queen has touched not as many men as you. I don't think there's anything wrong with her."
Mr. Qian:......
Looking at Mu Qingyan's tall figure leaving, he secretly cursed that there were such vicious people in the world!
After a while, Cai Zhao dressed neatly and left the house. When he saw Mr. Qian in the courtyard, he casually asked his name.
Young Master Qian hurriedly said, because Master Qianmian Old Man picked him up on a day when there was heavy snow, so he called...
"So you call me Qian Haoleng? Your master is quite talented." Cai Zhao expressed his appreciation.
Mr. Qian said blankly: "...No, my name is Qian Xueshen."
Cai Zhao immediately lost interest: "Oh, although your literary talent is not bad, your poetry is not enough."
Qian Xueshen:......
Ma De, isn’t deep snow more poetic than being cold? There really is a vicious person in the world!
At this time, Uncle Cheng came to invite them to have a meal.
The dishes are very rich and the cooking is exquisite - the crispy duck is like being freshly baked from the oven, making a pleasant crunching sound between the teeth; the eight-treasure reed chicken shines with an exciting sheen; the roasted baby pork is served with fresh sweetness. The sour berry sauce is fat but not greasy and almost melts in your mouth; the emerald cabbage stuffed with shrimps is fresh and refreshing; and there is also a bowl of scallop and shark fin soup that is so delicious that you almost swallow it.
In this cold mountain, I don’t know where Uncle Cheng got all this food.
Mu Qingyan didn't take a few bites himself, but kept serving dishes to Cai Zhao. Seeing the girl's cheeks swelled up after eating, her face was filled with the light of love. It's a pity that this little heartless little one has a habit of being ungrateful and wiping his mouth to leave as soon as he's full.
"Thank you, Mu Shaojun, for helping us when we were in dire straits." The girl clasped her fists seriously, "Now that we have eaten and drank enough, let's say goodbye. Shaojun, stay here, so there is no need to see you off." - She just heard Uncle Cheng call him this. From Mu Qingyan.
The girl picked up Qian Xueshen who was still chewing on the duck's neck and was about to leave.
