The female partner engages in introversion in Xiuxianwen

It's not that Mo Qiong is jealous that Feng Wan is better than her, but that she wants to follow in Feng Wan's footsteps.

But Feng Wan left too fast, she really couldn't catch up.

Seeing that Mo Qiong had not spoken for a long time, everyone urged in a low voice.

"Master Qiong, if you have any questions, ask quickly."

"Okay, sorry for wasting everyone's time."

Mo Qiong sorted out her emotions, then bowed to Feng Wan.

"Master Qiong, you are welcome, please speak."

"Yes, Master Wanxian, you should still remember the matter of Ling Yuanzong's demon cultivator Ye Yu?"

Feng Wan nodded, Feng Wan was no stranger to the demon cultivator who snatched Mo Bao from the womb.

The ears of the others were all pricked up, that was a demon cultivator, Mo Qiong was the head of the Lingyun Sect, so she mentioned what he was doing.

Ling Yuanzong's monks were even more puzzled, and they didn't even want Mo Qiong to continue talking. This was simply discrediting Ling Yuanzong.

Feng Wan didn't think so, but encouraged Mo Qiong to continue talking.

Mo-joon takes a deep breath and continues.

"He has always liked me, and I also used his liking to kill him with my own hands."

What Mo Qiong said was very simple, but only she knew the confusion and pain involved.

There were also some female cultivators on the Nine Desolation Continent who gave up the justice they should uphold because they fell in love with demon cultivators.

Mo Bao has been guarding Mo Qiong's side, not to mention not hurting her, but also shielding her from many dangers, plus Ye Yu's outstanding real face, maybe someone else with weak willpower would be shaken.

Feng Wan didn't answer, but waited for Mo Qiong to continue.

The ancestor Ling Yuanzong followed this time hurriedly sent a sound transmission to Mo Qiong.

[Qiong Qiong, stop talking, it will affect the reputation of you and Ling Yuanzong. 】

Ling Yuanzong's greatest shame was getting involved with the demon cultivator Ye Yu.

Even if he was killed by Mo Qiong himself in the end, this stain will never be erased.

Ling Yuanzong's people just want to let this matter fade away with time, so when Wanfazong mentioned it at the gate, Ling Yuanzong's monks would be so angry.

But now Mo Qiong wants to expose her scars, she is crazy.

[I'm sorry, Patriarch. 】

[You... oh. 】

Mo Qiong's changes over the years, and his gradual emaciation in recent days, the ancestors of Ling Yunzong also saw it.

If Master Wanxian can really help Qiongqiong get out of this shadow, then let's say it.

Fame is important, but people are more important.

They didn't understand it before, but after experiencing a lot of things, they figured it out.

The monks of other sects pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.

"Pill Master Wanxian, when I am cultivating and refining alchemy, Ye Yu's face will always flash in my consciousness. I am in pain now, can you tell me what to do?"

When other people heard what Mo Qiong said, their first reaction was that Mo Qiong fell in love with Yaozu.

Even though he killed Ye Yu with his own hands, he still never forgets him.

As an immortal cultivator and the head of a sect, but falling in love with a demon cultivator, this is not only a matter of discrediting Ling Yuanzong, it is simply discrediting their entire cultivation world.

"Mo Qiong, when you killed Ye Yu with your own hands, we still admired you. Now after hearing what you said, you really let us down."

"That's right, thanks to the fact that we still respect you so much, how can you fall in love with the demon cultivator?"

"I don't like Ye Yu, I'm just guilty."

"He's a demon cultivator, so he deserves to die. You have nothing to feel guilty about."

"Well said, sometimes guilt is also a kind of liking."

"I didn't." Mo Qiong frowned, she made it very clear that she didn't regret killing Ye Yu, but using his love for her to kill him, she couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart.

Everyone wanted to criticize Mo Qiong, but found that their mouths were tightly glued together, and they couldn't make a sound.

Buran tidied up his sleeves elegantly. These people are really old and not very experienced.

The monks who could not speak began to communicate with each other through sound transmission with their spiritual sense.

【We have been silenced. According to my cultivation, among the people here, only the Alchemist of Wanxian or Ranjinxian can do it. 】

[The immortal alchemist doesn't seem to be able to do such a thing, it should be Ran Jinxian. 】

[This is because we dislike our quarrel, so stop talking. 】

Feng Wan knew it was done by Buran without guessing.

In fact, if Buran was too late to make a move, Feng Wan would have made a move. Mo Qiong had never done anything to hurt them, and they talked too much.

"Master Joan, come to me."

"Yes."

Mo Qiong walked up to Feng Wan without any hesitation.

Feng raised her arms and raised her hand to grab Mo Qiong's wrist.

Others thought that Feng Wan was feeling Mo Qiong's pulse, but only Mo Qiong knew that a golden light entered her sea of ​​consciousness along the meridian.

It is a very terrible thing for the sea of ​​consciousness to be invaded. A monk's sea of ​​consciousness is said to be strong and powerful, and it is said to be fragile. Even immortals dare not let people touch their sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Qiong believed in Feng Wan. When they were competitors, Feng Wan had saved her. This time, Feng Wan would still lead her out of the predicament.

The golden light that entered Mo Qiong's sea of ​​consciousness was very soft, and soon, her guilt, irritability and uneasiness that had been shrouding her, as well as Ye Yu's shadow disappeared.

Feng Wan let go of Mo Qiong's hand and said softly.

"You are not wrong, there is no balance between good and evil, don't feel guilty in the future."

"Well, I see, thanks."

Mo Qiong's brows and eyes, which had been tightly locked all the time, finally relaxed, and walked briskly back to his position.

The ancestors of Ling Yuanzong were also happy for their head, and they are really grateful to Master Wanxian.

They wanted to thank Feng Wan, but found that their mouths were glued together and they couldn't open their mouths at all.

Feng held her small hand slightly, and the tightly glued lips regained their freedom.

"Yeah, I can talk now."

"I can too, huh, that's great."

Ba Tianshi took a look at Buran, but he was really not angry at all.

If this was broken by others, Buran would not have this attitude.

However, with Buran's cultivation base, ordinary people can't break his spells.

Ling Ze was once again proud of Feng Wan and Buran, and let everyone continue with a smile.

The third number was drawn by the Loose Cultivation Alliance.

Gong An'an got up from her chair, and bowed to Feng Wan and Bu Ran.

"I want to ask Ran Jinxian for advice."

As soon as Gong An opened his mouth, some monks laughed in their hearts.

Look, he even said that he didn't come here to dye the golden immortals. Cao Bin and Mo Qiong are the alchemists who asked for advice directly.

She opened her mouth to ask Ran Jinxian for advice, obviously she had a plan.

Everyone complained about everything in their hearts, but they didn't dare to speak out. The shadow of being banned just now is still there.

"Say."

Buran looks lazy, but actually sits very upright, the so-called standing posture, sitting posture, especially when he is next to Feng Wan, his sitting is even more standard.

"Ran Jinxian, I want to ask, how to integrate myself with the wind."

Buran and Gong An'an are both Feng Linggen, so she asked Buran for advice on this question, not to attract any attention.

"Your cultivation base and state of mind are still not enough."

Buran is different from Feng Wan, even if it is a girl, he will not show mercy.

"Yes, I understand."

Gong An'an was a little disappointed, Qiankun Continent was full of aura, and there were all kinds of natural resources and treasures, she thought that as long as she worked hard enough, she could be the same as Buran.

Now it seems that she thinks too much.

Gong An'an returned to her seat, and Murong Wan in the auction house got up immediately after.

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