My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 195 Second Disciple: Your Majesty, would you like to travel with my master?

The sky is gloomy, with dark clouds like ink.

Countless autumn rains fell from the sky.

Densely packed, like a curtain, covering everything.

The leader of the Hehuan Sect, the leader of the Ghost Lantern Sect, and the leader of the Corpse Control Sect are all dead, their souls are all gone, not even a bit of scum is left, the blood and rain are mixed together, dripping continuously downwards.

It looks so weird and cruel.

Fang Yang stood in the rain curtain, his face expressionless, his eyelids drooped, and there was no wave in his pupils.

However, everyone can feel the strong sadness radiating from him.

In the autumn rain, Fang Yang waved his hand, and with a rumble, the Dharma image above his head rolled and disappeared.

Then, he slowly took off his black python robe and put it on Ye Qinghong.

Looking at the pale face and dull eyes of his eldest disciple, he was silent, silent.

I felt my chest was so heavy that I couldn't even say a word.

He once thought that he had become the real Blood Rain Demon Lord, had collected a sense of morality, and was very ruthless. Everything was a pawn in his hands, including his own disciples, who were just tools to inspire Goldfinger.

But now, he felt very dull, as if a stone was pressing on his chest, and sadness spread like rain, submerging the rock.

Princess Zhennan was silent, and Danfeng also showed a bit of confusion in her eyes.

She wants to compete for the Demon Lord and gain his favor. Ye Qinghong is also her opponent, and he is also a quite strong opponent.

But even so, she didn't have any excitement, excitement, or gloating at this moment.

She was a princess, number one on the rouge list of the Tang Dynasty, and was the most beautiful woman in the country. Coupled with her eagerness to learn and extremely intelligent nature, she was naturally very proud and did not even bother to use such means to win.

And, for some reason, seeing this evil and cowardly devil so sad made her feel a little irritable.

Crunch!

In the rain.

The little maid held up an umbrella and stood in front of Ye Qinghong, trying hard to cover Ye Qinghong's body with the umbrella.

She is a maid, and she has to consider everything for her princess before going out. It is quite normal to bring an oiled paper umbrella.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she took out the coat she had prepared for the Demon Lord, carefully put it on the Demon Lord, and then took out the herbs.

"Demon Lord, can these herbs help Miss Ye wake up?"

Fang Yang raised his head and looked at the little maid's clear almond eyes, which were as dry as a well and without any ripples. Finally, there were the slightest ripples, but in the end, he still shook his head.

Continue to put your palms on the head of your eldest disciple and feel it silently.

He could clearly detect that Ye Qinghong's Dantian had not dried up, and even his meridians did not show any obstruction. It could be said that there were no external or internal injuries.

The only difference is that he can no longer feel Ye Qinghong's spiritual thoughts. At this moment, his disciple seems to have turned into a piece of exquisite porcelain, without a soul at all.

But he remained silent, and put his spiritual thoughts into Ye Qinghong's body, constantly searching, not letting go of any corner, just wanting to find the soul of his eldest disciple.

Guan Qinghan stood aside and could also feel the strands of sadness in Fang Yang's silence.

As the future leader of the Right Way, she should have been pleasantly surprised, but at this moment, she was also unable to say a word.

I don't know if it's because of the side effects of practicing forbidden arts, or because of his appreciation for Ye Qinghong.

All sounds were silent, and there was no sound.

There was already silence in Huanyue Tower.

Hua Lianyue sat on her knees in the rain, staring blankly at the senior sister whose soul seemed to have been annihilated.

She no longer cared about hiding her injuries, her face turned pale, and she vomited blood in large mouthfuls. The coquettish blood was like plum blossoms, dyeing her moon-white dress red.

Then, he kept coughing.

Those peach blossom eyes that seemed to contain endless sorrow were filled with tears.

Pain, unparalleled pain filled the depths of her heart.

She was so sad, so regretful.

I regret that I didn't protect my senior sister well, and I regret even more that I didn't kill the leader of the Ghost Lantern Sect earlier.

If she had known this, she should not have replaced the senior sister in that snowy cave today and let the Demon Lord draw the Red Dust Secret.

In this way, at least the elder sister could have a complete wedding night before she died.

Buzz!
The air was constantly vibrating.

Fang Yang remained silent, injecting spiritual power into Ye Qinghong's body, and the stubborn and proud face of his eldest disciple kept flashing in his mind.

At this time, Ta Ling, who had been standing aside, said cautiously,
"Dad, in fact, my mother is not dead, and her spirit has not disappeared..."

Swish!
Everyone looked up suddenly.

Fang Yang came to the tower spirit in an instant.

The aura was billowing, and the extremely terrifying coercion covered the tower spirit, and the eyes were like entering the abyss, staring at the tower spirit.

The pagoda spirit is an ancient immortal weapon. Even if it is now incomplete and no longer as powerful as before, it is not something that ordinary people can provoke.

But at this moment, under Fang Yang's gaze, her little face turned pale, and she felt a strong sense of fear. She couldn't help but shudder, and continued to speak under the gaze of everyone.

"The old guy used an oil lamp to attack my mother's soul just now. My mother's soul was indeed about to disperse. However, I clicked a finger between my eyebrows. I used the Fantasy Moon Tower to seal my mother's soul, and Hidden secretly so that the bad oil lamp won’t be found. Well, my mother’s spirit is right here..."

As she spoke, she stretched out another finger, the fingertips emitting light golden light, and touched Ye Qinghong's eyebrows.

The moment his finger fell, a little man suddenly appeared in the center of Ye Qinghong's eyebrows.

Probably only as big as a fingernail, his whole body was wrapped in golden light, and he was falling into a coma.

She was dressed in green clothes, with a cold and flawless appearance. Three thousand green hairs were bundled together and slowly hanging down.

The whole person shrank into a ball.

Like a sleeping kitten, it looks particularly well-behaved.

And she was holding two things in her arms. One was a thread-bound book with the words "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written on the cover, and the other was a small copper coin, which she held tightly.

As for her, there was a cyan sword floating behind her. She kept begging her master for help, but was slapped away by Xiaoye Qinghong.

Then, the villain began to rub his eyes again, feeling sleepy. He rubbed his butt, which might be a little itchy, and fell asleep peacefully again.

Seeing this little man, everyone was stunned for a moment and seemed a little confused.

As far as they know, the soul is the result of one's own heart. Ye Qinghong has been obsessed with swords all his life and is extremely cold.

Why did he throw the Qingying Sword aside when his soul fell into a coma, and instead held a book and a copper coin? I have never heard that Ye Qinghong loves money?

Everyone was full of doubts, but Fang Yang had a dark streak in his head, feeling helpless towards his eldest disciple.

Others don't know why Ye Qinghong is like this, but he knows it clearly.

The reason why his eldest disciple cherishes the Condor Heroes is because of the Condor Heroes. It is simply the theoretical basis for her to behave recklessly and disrespect her master.

Anyway, in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, the master and the apprentice have done everything.

Other masters and apprentices can do it, why can't she, Ye Qinghong?As for the copper coin, it was even simpler. His eldest disciple planned to force him to spend the night with him and then keep him.

Fang Yang took a deep breath, his eyes gradually became calmer, and he looked steadily at the tower spirit.

"How can I awaken my disciple's spirit and make her wake up?"

"Daddy, you can do it now. Mother just fell into a coma because her soul was severely injured. As long as daddy has the skills to nourish the soul and let mother's soul recover, she can wake up completely."

The tower spirit has a childish voice, and its golden pupils still exude innocence.

Fang Yang frowned.

"The technique to nourish the soul? I don't have it..."

He was about to deny it, but at the next moment, he seemed to think of something. He stretched out his palm, and a jade slip appeared in his hand, emitting a faint light.

On the jade slip, there are also three words "Yun Shen Jue" engraved on it.

It's a professional match, and it's an incomparable match.

Fang Yang remembered clearly that he took this thing out during his second lottery draw and threw it in the storage bag unused. Unexpectedly, it would come in handy now.

"Is this Yun Shen's technique you're talking about? Is this thing useful?"

Fang Yang threw the jade slip to the pagoda spirit. The pagoda spirit just glanced at it, and the golden pupils lit up again, surging with excitement.

"Useful, of course."

"I remember very clearly that in the ancient cultivation era, this "Yunshen Jue" was an excellent skill that only those sects could possess. I didn't expect that my father would have such a skill. As long as my father is successful in his practice, my mother will I will definitely be able to wake up. Moreover, the faster my father cultivates, the faster my mother will wake up..."

"So it is."

Fang Yang suddenly realized it, and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, silently recited the "Yun Shen Jue" technique, and started practicing on the spot.

The cultivation talent of this body was extremely terrifying. He wanted to practice it first to see if this technique was useful.

While Fang Yang was practicing with his eyes closed, Hua Lianyue beside him was looking blankly at his master and the jade slip in his master's hand.

The peach blossom eyes filled with tears were full of joy.

The spirit of the elder sister is not extinct yet, she is not dead yet, and there is still the possibility of salvation. This is really great.

As for how Master can speed up his practice of Yun Shen Jue, she also has a way.

Although she didn't quite understand what Yun Shen Jue was, she remembered it very clearly.

Every time a magical skill is extracted from the master's practice, it can greatly improve the master's realm and greatly increase the master's cultivation base.

This is also the real reason why the devil went through so much trouble to find five divine bodies, because he was able to fuse his bodies into one and gain more powerful talents. From then on, no one can stop him.

In other words, the more bones Master extracts from her, the sooner Senior Sister can wake up.

Extracting the bones will definitely cause the master to fall into a state of chaos just like in the cave, and thus, he will have sex with her in the bridal chamber.

Thinking of the beauty of the two of them in the cave in the wind and snow, and thinking of her increasingly weakened body, Hua Lianyue bit her lips, and her eyes gradually became firm.

Anyway, she only has three months to live at most. In that case, why be greedy for life.

Although according to what the pagoda spirit said, the senior sister will wake up sooner or later, but things will change if she is too late, and the nights will be long and she will have many dreams.

Senior sister, if she wakes up as soon as possible, she will be able to endure less pain.

Thinking of this, Hua Lianyue took a deep breath, her eyes became much firmer, and she seemed to have made the final decision.

No problem!

At worst, I would just extract the bones again and again and treat them like a flying dragon in the sky.

At most, she could endure some pain, and she could endure that pain. Anyway, there must be some joy in the pain.

……

Tang Dynasty, Kyoto.

This is a thousand-year-old city.

Ancient, profound, and containing profound heritage.

Stargazing in Kyoto.

The maple leaves were like fire, flying freely, and everything seemed so peaceful.

An autumn rain and a cold. Kyoto has just experienced an autumn rain, and stargazing is extremely cold.

There were not many people in this Taoist temple, but it was specially prepared by the empress of the dynasty for the descendants of Tiansuan.

The descendant of the gods knows all the plans and knows the destiny. There is nothing in this world that she does not know, and she can almost go against the will of heaven.

Therefore, the empress specially invited this Tiansuan to come over and treat him as her personal adviser, consulting him from time to time. She even wanted to give this Tiansuan successor the position of prime minister.

It was just that he was rejected by the other party, so he had no choice but to build the Star Reaching Observatory for him.

The descendant of Tiansuan always likes to be quiet. There is no outsider in the Star Reaching Temple. She is the only one who lives alone, and she seems happy and comfortable.

Today, there is an extra guest in Star Reaching Temple.

Wearing imperial robes, his expression was stern, and his eyes held a domineering look that looked down on the world.

She is the empress of Tang Dynasty.

In just a few years, the rebellion was put down and the entire Tang state was unified.

It made countless literati fearful and did not dare to say anything, and made countless generals admire him.

Now, she was playing chess, holding a black chess piece in her hand and placing it heavily on the chess board.

He frowned, and finally sighed deeply.

"Master Mo is still very powerful. I have been studying the chess records these days, but I am losing faster and faster."

Opposite the empress, a woman smiled calmly.

She was dressed in Taoist uniform, which looked like men's clothing. She was very handsome, and her handsome appearance made her look like a noble young master from some family.

The eyebrows are long and slender, like the mountains in the distance, slanting into the temples.

Those eyes were as clear as a stream, making people fall into tranquility involuntarily once they took one look at them.

She is none other than Mo Ke, the second disciple of the Blood Rain Demon Lord. She seems to be ordinary.

But in fact, he is the most terrifying strategist in the world, and he has frightened countless enemy countries.

Moreover, even if she has no cultivation at all and is just a mortal, no one in the cultivation world dares to underestimate her.

She was even ranked first on the Heavenly Ranking. Among young people, she was the best in the world, even surpassing Ye Qinghong, Hua Lianyue and others.

Just because of her strategy!
The maple leaves were flying, and a red leaf fell on the chessboard. Mo Ke flicked his sleeve and plucked the leaf off.

Then, he looked at the empress with a smile.

"Your Majesty hasn't answered me yet. Are you willing to travel to Fenglin with my master?"

(End of this chapter)