I couldn't afford the bride price, so I had to marry the Demon Sect Saintess

Chapter 147 The Charm Fairy, Siming Lan
ten days later.

Zhenyangzong.

Xiyue Peak.

Surrounded by fairy mist, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, Qionglou Yuyu, and countless disciples in white or purple robes come and go, which is quite lively.

Among the six peaks of Zhenyang Sect, Xiyue Peak has the most new disciples.

Most of these new disciples came for Ye Xiyue.

The only genius with the best spiritual roots in the world, he practiced Qi at the age of five, established the foundation at the age of eight, golden elixir at the age of 15, and Nascent Soul at the age of 20.

Such a speed of practice is second only to Su Hongling of Lei Jianzong and the dead Xia Qinglian.

In addition to her talent in cultivation, Ye Xiyue's appearance was talked about even more.

In the list of fairies compiled by Feixian Pavilion in the four regions of Dongxiu, Xihuang, Nanmo, and Beihuang, Ye Xiyue was firmly in the top ten.

Coupled with her cultivation, this is the Nine Heavens Xuannv descending to earth, an existence that ordinary people can only hope for.

In the land of Dongxiu, Ye Xiyue has many admirers, and it is also because of her fame that Xiyuefeng can attract the most new disciples.

At this moment, several outer disciples were practicing together, but they were distracted and whispered:
"It's been so long, have you seen the elder sister?"

"I have never seen the beauty of a senior sister so far, alas."

"Haha, I have seen it before. The last time that junior sister Fang was injured, the senior sister went to visit, and I was right beside her."

"Oh? Brother Chen has such luck? What does the elder sister look like?"

"Naturally, she is unparalleled in beauty, like a fairy among gods. To tell you the truth, since that side, other female cultivators have no color in my eyes."

Several people talked excitedly, all eyes were bright, imagining the unparalleled demeanor of the elder sister.

Suddenly, a seductive voice sounded behind them:
"Hehehe, you are so bold, you dare to covet Senior Sister behind your back, aren't you afraid of being expelled from Xiyue Peak?"

Several people turned their heads and froze for a moment.

They saw a female cultivator wearing a Ziyang brocade robe standing in front of them, but unlike other well-dressed inner sect disciples, the purple robe on this female cultivator was opened wide, revealing a section of snow-white mountains and rivers.

She held a wine gourd in her hand, and while walking towards several people, she raised her head to drink. The white wine overflowed from the corners of her bright red lips, flowed down her slender neck, and flowed into the deep valley. .

This scene was so alluring, the eyes of several outer disciples were all wide-eyed, their expressions were dull, and two of them even couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The female cultivator twisted her waist and walked in front of the group of people, and blinked at the disciple who claimed to have met the elder sister with her charming red phoenix eyes:
"In your eyes, do I have color?"

"Yes, yes!" The male disciple said subconsciously, then bent down and covered his crotch, his face flushed red.

"You, you are." The person next to him finally came to his senses, his expression changed drastically, and he was extremely afraid when he saw this charming female cultivator:
"Senior Sister Si Minglan?!"

The female cultivator giggled, and when the mountains trembled, she almost hooked the souls of several people away. She raised her head and drank another sip of wine, stroked her naturally wavy long hair, and said delicately:

"What's your name, Senior Sister? You call her old, if you like, call her Lan Lan!"

After speaking, he licked his delicate red lips and sucked the wine from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

This action was full of temptation, and several outer disciples were already sensual, and they opened their mouths obediently:

"orchid"

"Third Senior Sister, Senior Sister is still waiting for you, why did you come here?"

At this moment, a female disciple hurried over, and Siming Lan turned her head and smiled:
"Sorry, I couldn't help but play for a while after seeing so many fresh juniors, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the few outside disciples with dull expressions, and followed the female disciple away.

Her waist swayed as she walked, and her long white legs were faintly visible under the messy purple robe.

With such a beautiful scenery, the male disciples who passed by avoided her like snakes and scorpions, and did not dare to look at her more.

Siming Lan didn't care, she walked slowly and raised her head to drink. It wasn't until the seductive laughter faded away that the silent disciples dared to raise their heads, looked at the petrified newcomers, shook their heads and sighed:

"There are still people who dare to look directly at Senior Sister Si Minglan. They really are not afraid of death."

"You have to be a newcomer. The ignorant are fearless."

"Third Senior Sister's charm skills are getting more and more terrifying. Is there any male cultivator in this world who can withstand her charm?"

"Hey, my Zhenyang sect is a decent school, why do I need to practice such low-level exercises."

"I heard that Senior Sister Si Minglan's parents were killed by the royal family when she was in the common world, and she was even demoted as an official prostitute when she was a child. It seems quite miserable."

"Hush, keep your voice down, if the third senior sister hears it, be careful that your soul will be drawn out and destroyed by her!"

After half a stick of incense, Siming Lan came to the top of Xiyue Peak, in front of a two-story fairy mansion full of aura.

This is Ye Xiyue's residence.

The female disciple who accompanied her said: "Elder Zheng, the master of Wangyou Peak, is here. Senior Sister is discussing matters with him. Third Senior Sister, wait a moment."

After speaking, he saluted and left.

Siming Lan sat down on the steps at the door, admiring the pond and garden in front of the Immortal Mansion while drinking.

"With such a beautiful scenery, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could find a good-looking little man to spend the night with, haha!"

Her words were rambunctious, her laughter was reckless, and her skin was exposed under the open purple robe without any scruples.

After half a stick of incense, the door of Ye Xiyue's room opened, and a pudgy middle-aged monk stepped out. Siming Lan raised the wine gourd at him and smiled charmingly:
"I met Uncle Zheng."

This short and fat man looks a little wretched, with a pair of half-opened and half-closed triangular eyes under his fat forehead. When he saw Siming Lan, his eyes widened slightly, and he said with a smile:
"Minglan, long time no see, your cultivation has improved again, if you want to, come to Wangyou Peak, my uncle will definitely treat you badly."

Siming Lan giggled, got up and saluted lazily:
"Thank you uncle, I will definitely think about it."

She bent down and squeezed the mountains and rivers to be more majestic, the triangular eyes of Mr. Zheng opened even bigger, he twitched his beard and laughed:

"That's very good, uncle is waiting for you."

After speaking, the short and fat figure turned into a golden light and flew away in an instant.

When he left, the charming smile on Siming Lan's face was gone, and she snorted coldly: "Old pervert!"

An ethereal and indifferent voice came from inside the room: "Minglan, come in."

"coming!"

Siming Lan laughed, and walked into the door with her waist twisted, only to see Ye Xiyue in a white dress, sitting on a carved wooden chair, dignified and elegant, with a fairy air.

"Elder Sister, do you miss me?" Si Minglan was not at all afraid of this Senior Sister of Xiyue Peak, she sat on a chair next to her, with her legs raised, her chin resting on one hand, and her posture was languid.

Ye Xiyue looked at her calmly, "Minglan, Junior Sister Fang's injury has healed up, you two can leave tomorrow."

"Oh, I see. Senior Sister, you said last time, go to Wuxi Town and Yunling Town to track down the remnants of the Demon Sect."

Siming Lan waved her hands, got up and walked outside, stopped after taking two steps, licked her lips and asked:

"Master, if you catch it, can you let me enjoy it first?"

(End of this chapter)