Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

"Wen, Master Wen."

Xu Fuxian turned around and saw the figure in red, as if he had touched a ghost. She knew something from her brother's mouth, but her heart was full of resentment and resentment. It's just a disciple of an outer sect, so can it really intersect with Duan Mie Peak's true biography? But the elder brother wanted to say that she had done enough courtesy and let outsiders know.

"So it's Danmeng's guest?" Wen Qing raised her eyebrows and spoke slowly.

Seeing her expression, Xu Fuxian felt a burning pain on one side of her face. These two people from Stargazing Immortal City did not "meet each other by chance", but a real friendship. With this as a backer, her hatred cannot be relieved, and as for the "revenge" that was later charged, it can only be eliminated early.

"Did fellow Taoist come to ask for Dan?" Wen Qingchou asked again.

Xu Fuxian reluctantly said: "Yes." The scars on her face were left by tenderness and sorrow, perhaps it would be more useful to beg her. With a turn of her thoughts, her wandering mind sank, and she continued, "I heard that fellow Taoists refine all the top-grade pills. I have a scar on my face. I want to ask fellow Taoist to take a look."

"That's it—" Wen Qingchou pretended to be enlightened, and she smiled slightly, "You don't need to seek friends, after all, you Danmeng doesn't believe in the panacea of ​​friends."

Xu Fuxian's figure was on the verge of falling, she lowered her head and dared not look at Wen Qingshou, and tremblingly said: "Why, how could it be?" Sensing that the eyes of Wen Qingshou were still fixed on her, Xu Fuxian said again, " Fellow Daoist Mu is so talented, he has already become a yellow-rank alchemist at a young age, and my alchemy alliance will present a big gift to celebrate in the future."

"It's my fault that Fellow Daoist Xu was wrong." Wen Qingshou narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand and swiped away the veil covering the scars, she said casually, "You don't need fellow Daoist Mu to do anything. Solved it for you."

Xu Fuxian didn't care about medical skills, as long as the scars on his face disappeared. She felt that something was peeling off from her body, and without asking any further questions, the gift box was put down by someone, and after saluting, she hurried away, as if there was some scourge chasing after her.

The yard is not big, and they didn't deliberately lower their voices. Mu Sheng could hear them clearly in the room. She didn't care much about apologizing or not, she just said a few perfunctory words, and only hoped that Xu Fuxian would never appear again.

Is Senior Sister Wen relying on power and strength to suppress people? In this way, the eldest lady of Danmeng probably didn't dare to make trouble for herself anymore.

It's not good to be annoyed by warmth, but it's not good to really be annoyed by warmth. Anyway, it's finally solved.

Mu Sheng let out a long sigh of relief, and the gloom dissipated a lot. She looked up at the "guest" standing outside the yard, showed a smile, and said, "Why did Senior Sister Wen think of coming here?"

When Wen Qingchou heard Mu Sheng's gentle voice, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips. After getting the master's permission, she stepped into the small courtyard. Her eyes stayed on Sanhua who was crouching on the flower stand for a moment, then moved to Mu Sheng's body, and she said, "Let me come and see Sanhua."

Mu Sheng doesn't quite believe the words of warmth and sorrow, but she doesn't care about whether she is helping herself to solve a troublesome matter. Pointing at Sanhua graciously, he murmured, "Sanhua is there, let Senior Sister Wen enjoy watching."

Warm and sad: "..." Now Mu Sheng is not pleasant at all, and his lazy tone is full of perfunctory. She pursed her lips warmly and sadly, but it was not easy to continue asking. After a while, she said: "In a few days, the Danmeng will send a talisman, and no one will stop you when you sell the elixir."

Mu Sheng cast a warm and sad look. After such a thing, why would she want to sell the panacea? Even if it were to be sold, it would not be in this star-gazing fairy city.

Seeing that Mu Sheng remained silent, she said again: "the outer door and the inner door are different after all. If you are just a young disciple who grows a spiritual field, no one will care, but now many eyes are looking at you. For example—— "Wen Qingchou paused deliberately, and waited for Mu Sheng's eyes to focus on her before she said again, "Qingxue Peak."

"Qingxue Peak?" Mu Sheng repeated these three words, frowning slightly, but there was not much surprise.

"Xu Qingxian is a registered disciple of Qingxue Peak, so the news will naturally spread to other people's ears. Xu Changgeng, the chief disciple of Qingxue Peak, didn't hold back and wanted to check your news. No, it should be said to check you The news of the alchemist behind him."

Mu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it slightly, and finally understood. In the eyes of others, she is just a disciple who has developed a low-grade energy channel, and it is impossible to refine a top-grade elixir. She can easily fool the two senior sisters who don't understand alchemy, but she can't fool the eyes of Qing Xuefeng's true disciples. However, they didn't think about themselves, but thought about the "superior". As for that expert... as long as he intends to investigate the news and follow the clues, he will be able to find "Yao Da Wu Shou". Originally, he was someone who didn't need to exist, and Mu Sheng was not afraid of them looking for him. Her eyes flickered, she looked at Wen Qingchou and smiled slightly: "I thought Jianfeng disciples could only practice swords."

Warm and sad, she narrowed her eyes and hid the coldness in her eyes. She said softly, "I'm a newcomer after all, and I always want to find out all kinds of news."

"Gossip too?" Mu Sheng raised her eyebrows, she stared at Wen Qingchou, and then smiled, "Is there nothing important for Senior Sister Wen to worry about?"

"Yes." Wen Qingchou didn't like Mu Sheng's defense and alienation very much. She suppressed her inner emotions and kept a smile on her face. She looked away from Mu Sheng and said slowly, "Xuanmen and Mu Sheng The Demon Gate Covenant is about to be finalized, and some disciples will go to the Demon Eye to guard it."

Mu Sheng is very familiar with the words "Eye of Evil Demon". The former evil lord was sealed in Zhongxue Mountain.

But now there is no snow in Zhongxue Mountain, only patches of demons are left.

Speaking of which, Zhongxue Mountain is near Taiyizong, right? Speaking of which, Meng Yan met the suzerain of Taiyi Sect at that place.

Mu Sheng narrowed his eyes, the plot is none of her business, she is not an inner disciple now.

Seeing that Mu Sheng didn't have much interest in "Evil Eyes", she didn't dwell on this topic any longer. She knew that Mu Sheng still didn't like her at this stage, at least his smile was not sincere at all. She said: "The spirit stones used by Sanhua should be enough. If necessary, you can come to Duan Mie Peak to find me."

Mu Sheng said "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", this perfunctory appearance didn't even cover up at all.

When Wen Qingchou turned to leave, Mu Sheng's brows were tightly frowned. She couldn't figure out the attitude of this senior sister, they had known each other for too short a time, and the other party was too attentive. Could it be that she saw through her secret? What can I have that is worthy of her plot? The more Mu Sheng thought about it, the more he felt that Wen Qingchou was a bad person, and the eyes he looked at Sanhua became cold and severe.

Sanhua's **** lying lazily basking in the sun seemed to be stabbed by a cold needle, and fell off the flower stand after rolling over, and even tore off the vines with her waving claws.

Seeing this, Mu Sheng smiled, restraining the chill all over his body. Forget it, no matter what, there is no other way to go, she should hurry up and practice, refining more poisonous pills, so that she can save her life by then.

Outside the gate of Tianyanzong Mountain.

Meng Yan's face was gloomy, and beside him stood a chattering Taoist boy. It was the one from Mu Sheng Courtyard who was sent by Meng Yan earlier, who also slipped away among them while the members of the Dan League were leaving. When he returned to the mountain gate, he told Meng Yan about the matter. Meng Yan only felt that his face was hot, he didn't want to see Mu Sheng at all, but the remnant soul in the ring urged him to make friends with his junior sister.

"Senior brother Meng, where are you going?" A soft voice came into Meng Yan's ears, his expression changed suddenly, and the gloom disappeared instantly.

"Junior Sister Yingying." Meng Yan said in a warm voice.

Xia Yingying pursed her lips and smiled softly. A while ago, she lost to the disciples of Duan Mie Peak and was taught a lesson. She felt ashamed. Coupled with the news from her father, she has been honest and honest, and has no other thoughts, and she doesn't even go out for a spin. But today is a special day, brothers and the others are about to arrive at Tianyanzong.

"My senior brother is coming, will you come with me to pick him up?" Xia Yingying looked at Meng Yan eagerly.

Meng Yan stared at that flowery smile, and instantly put Mu Sheng's matter out of the blue. As Xia Yingying is the princess of the Demon Clan, her senior brother must be a strong person in the Demon Clan. If she can make friends with them, it will be easier for her to travel around in the future.

Seeing Meng Yan's answer, Xia Yingying cheered, hurriedly grabbed his sleeves, and urged him to go out of the mountain together.

Daotong froze in place, not knowing whether he should go back or go down the mountain.

The moment Daotong raised his eyes, a chill ran down his spine, as if he wanted to dismantle him. He shivered palely, shook his head vigorously, and saw a red shadow in front of him clearly. Daotong was startled, lowered his head and said, "I've seen Master Wen."

Wen Qingchou remembered the Taoist boy who followed Meng Yan. She smiled slightly and said, "Are you going down the mountain? It seems that the boy in Linchuan peak is more leisurely than the outer door. There is nothing to do all day long."

Dao Tong's heart tightened, he was panicked, and he didn't dare to refute. The relationship between Linchuan Peak and Duan Mie Peak is not good, if the people in the peak know that he has embarrassed Linchuan Peak, then in the days to come - just thinking about it, I can't help shivering.

Wen Qingchou seemed to say this sentence very casually, she no longer cared about the boy's mind, and walked slowly to the Zongzhong.

When there was no one there, she suddenly turned her head and looked towards the direction outside the sect, a cold light flashed in her eyes. The Xuanmen and the Demon Sect form an alliance, which one of the demon lord's true disciples showed up? Lord of the North Candle?

Stargazing Fairy City.

In order to show their sincerity, the two true disciples under the Demon Lord Beizhu arrived.

"Eldest brother, second senior brother!" Xia Yingying couldn't hold back the churning joy in her heart, she jumped towards the two senior brothers like a butterfly wearing a flower.

"Your departure made us very worried." The pale young man said slowly, he didn't just pay attention to Xia Yingying like the big brother, but turned his eyes as cold as ice thorns to Meng Yan. "Junior Sister, that is—"

Only then did Xia Yingying think of Meng Yan, she slapped her head and said: "I almost forgot." She turned to Meng Yan and introduced: "These are my two senior brothers, Xiao Xuantian and Xie Wujing." See Meng Yan Nodding in salute, she said to her senior brother again, "Meng Yan, the true disciple of Daoist Su Xue!"

"Oh? It turned out to be the disciple of Daoist Su Xue?" Xie Wujing evoked a smile, his pale cheeks were like ghosts, and his smile was even more serious.

Meng Yan suppressed the dislike in his heart, showed the elegant demeanor of a famous disciple, and returned a salute.