OBS Chapter 234: Little Pepper Mo Sect Master is Trained
Chapter 234: Little Pepper Mo Sect Master is Trained
Yi Xuanji lowered her eyes and smiled, with a bit of self-loathing on her face: "Daoyou, you have a wise eye. I am obsessed with delusion."
Qin Muyue chuckled, with a playful look in her eyes: "Yi Xuanji, you have already left Buddhism, so you should have a good time in the world of mortals. You are a human being, so you should naturally have selfish desires."
Yi Xuanji had a look of forgiveness on his face. He looked at the young man who still had a childish air and said, "It's just a habit that you've been immersed in Buddhist scriptures for many years. Now you look so useless. I'm sorry to make you laugh."
"Hey, since you admit your mistakes and can correct them, how about you help me save Mo Bingxian?" It was the first time that Qin Muyue found an accomplice in her nightmare, and there was a hint of anticipation on her face.
"I think this nightmare is my dream overlapping that of another person. It turns out the second person is Master Mo." Yi Xuanji suddenly realized.
"That's right, Brother Yi, why don't you perform a scene of Burning Winter with me to provoke Sect Master Mo." The girl sharpened her fists and clenched her palms.
Yi Xuanji nodded slightly, with a complicated look in her eyes: "Fellow Daoist Qin, although this plan is brilliant, I don't know if Sect Master Mo can really be moved by this."
Qin Muyue's eyes moved, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Friend Yi, you and I both know that human hearts are the most unpredictable. Although Master Mo is a master, he can't escape the web of love. You and I just need to make it realistic, why worry that he won't get into the role?"
Yi Xuanji pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Well, I'll do as you say. But if this matter is exposed, our reputation will be..."
"Reputation?" Qin Muyue smiled contemptuously. "In this nightmare, what use is reputation? We just need to achieve our goal. The rest is nothing but passing clouds."
After the discussion, Qin Muyue called for the Junniu carriage and carried Yi Xuanji to the sect.
Junniu is a demon beast that can travel thousands of miles a day. Soon the carriage arrived at Mo Bingxian's sect.
The two men got off the carriage and saw the majestic sect, surrounded by clouds and mist, and a solemn atmosphere filled them.
The mountain where Qin Muyue is located is even more beautiful, with spiritual springs and phoenix blood flowers everywhere.
When the cleaning disciples saw Yi Xuanji and Qin Muyue, they all bowed but did not dare to say much. The cultivators in the sect were either rich or noble, so there was naturally a strict hierarchy among the disciples.
The two of them went straight to the residence of the sect's daughter. The Spirit Washing Pool was filled with mist, and the entire courtyard was full of spiritual energy.
Qin Muyue invited Yi Xuanji to her private courtyard. She straightened her colorful feathered clothes and swaggered into the spirit washing pool.
Unexpectedly, Mo Bingxian had already fallen into the spirit-washing pool and was so addicted to cultivation that Qin Muyue could only shout in accordance with her character: "Tsk, is the immortal slave I just bought dead? If not, make a sound?"
Mo Bingxian was still young and energetic back then. Hearing this, he stood up with a gloomy face. "Witch, what are you doing here?"
Qin Muyue raised a provocative smile, and her eyes swept across Mo Bingxian's gloomy face, as if she was appreciating a work of art: "This is my home, stop pretending here!"
Mo Bingxian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He slowly stood up from the soul-washing pool, with water drops sliding down his face, adding a bit of sternness: "Shi Nishang, if you have nothing to do, then don't make a fuss here."
Qin Muyue seemed to not care at all. She whipped out her long whip and lashed it on the water in the pool, her tone somewhat playful: "Little slave, do you think I'm a sick cat if I don't show my power?"
Mo Bingxian was drenched in pool water. He snorted coldly, his eyes like knives: "You dare?"
Qin Muyue's tongue brushed across the canine teeth and she smiled wickedly: "Oh, it's still a little hot pepper!"
Mo Bingxian frowned, and a hint of disgust appeared on his handsome face which had returned to fair color, as if he was a good boy who was being teased.
Qin Muyue raised her hand and the whip wrapped around the boy's neck like a snake, dragging him to the edge of the pool. She tightened the whip and sneered, "Are you still being stubborn?"
Mo Bingxian's face became even gloomier, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, but more of it was calmness.
He knew that even if he killed Shi Nishang, he would not be able to escape the hunt of the entire Yiyin Sect. It would be better for him to take advantage of her stupidity and improve his cultivation in the Xiling Pool.
But that doesn't mean he will give in.
He turned his face away, which was the greatest forbearance he could show.
Qin Muyue raised her eyebrows and gently tightened the whip, forcing Mo Bingxian to get closer to her.
"Man, are you playing hard to get?" Qin Muyue's voice was full of pride, and she smiled evilly again. "What's your name?"
Mo Bingxian sneered: "No comment."
Qin Muyue's smile deepened. She stretched out her legs wearing gold-embroidered shoes, raised the boy's chin, and said maliciously, "Then I'll give you a name."
"How about calling me Mo Xiaogou?" She rubbed his chest with her toes.
Mo Bingxian's expression became even uglier and a hint of humiliation flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
He knew he couldn't lose control here, otherwise everything would be ruined.
"Shi Nishang, if you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude." His voice was low and contained a hint of threat.
Qin Muyue seemed not to care about his threat. She smiled lightly and slid down Mo Bingxian's chest on her toes.
"You're welcome? I want to see how you can be rude to me." There was a hint of provocation in Qin Muyue's voice.
Mo Bing had mastered the art of Immortal Ninja very well. He stared at the girl, and just when her toes slid to her abdomen, his throat moved unconsciously and he felt a little thirsty.
"Shi Nishang, respect yourself!" He suddenly grabbed the girl's ankle.
Qin Muyue was startled by Mo Bingxian's sudden action, but she quickly regained her composure, with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Her ankles were tightly grasped by Mo Bingxian, but she did not show any sign of panic.
"Self-respect?" Qin Muyue chuckled, with a bit of provocation in her eyes, "Mo Xiaogou, why should I respect you?"
Mo Bingxian's face was gloomy. He knew that his patience had reached its limit.
He held the girl's slender ankle and slowly applied force, intending to teach her a lesson.
Qin Muyue turned the wrist holding the whip, and the long whip wrapped around the boy's neck suddenly emitted a restraining force.
Mo Bingxian found that his spiritual energy stagnated, and his body lost strength and was instantly carried away by the whip.
The girl threw Mo Bingxian to the side of the pool, stepped on his thin back, and smiled coldly: "It's time to come out and serve the master."
Mo Bingxian struggled, and suddenly something cold grabbed his neck.
"This is a soul-forbidden lock. It suits you very well." The girl smiled maliciously and patted Mo Bingxian on the back of the head.
"Shi Nishang, don't think you can make me surrender by using such despicable things. I will not surrender!" His voice trembled with anger.
Qin Muyue looked down at him, her toes gently spinning on his back, as if she was enjoying the feeling of control at this moment. "It's dawn, you should be punished."
She took out a white silk and blindfolded the young man, then used her spiritual power to whip him into a position like a fish leaping over the dragon gate.