The Demon Sect assigned ladies, and I drew the Righteous Fairy

Chapter 125 Beauty Cake, Fairy is Sour

"Miss, there are so many treasures!"

"Oh my god, Senior Sister, this flying sword is actually in the shape of a bow, so beautiful!"

Biyue Peak.

Half of the mountain was filled with gifts sent from the Great Zhou Dynasty, Dongsheng Kingdom and Shengwa Sect.

Qin Xueyan rejected the marriage proposals of three heavyweights with just one sentence, but still accepted some of the gifts.

This is also to save face for the other party.

If we can't become in-laws, at least don't be enemies.

She couldn't let the Qingtang Sword Sect make enemies with others for nothing just because of her own wishes.

But at this moment, looking at the treasures all over the mountain, Qin Xueyan didn't have the slightest smile on her face. Seeing Feng Pan'er holding a bow-shaped flying sword and couldn't let it go, she said calmly:

"Take it if you like it."

"Okay, thank you, senior sister!" Feng Pan'er was overjoyed. She immediately stepped on the bow-knot flying sword and flew into the sky with a whoosh.

A laughter as clear as silver bells rang out in the sky.

Qin Xueyan looked up at the colorful butterflies flying in the sky, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

Xiao Huan looked at her expression and asked in a low voice:

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

She knew Qin Xueyan. The young lady had countless admirers and received public or anonymous confession gifts every day, but she had never shown any emotions.

But today the young lady was obviously a little anxious. Xiaohuan vaguely felt that it was not because of the three important men who came to propose marriage.

"Nothing, you and Pan'er can pick these first, and the rest can be distributed to the disciples of Biyue Peak."

After Qin Xueyan finished speaking, she walked into her room and closed the door.

She sat down slowly, her face uncertain.

Such a grand occasion can be seen at Xiangdao Peak, right?

Should we go to Xiang Daofeng in the evening and explain things clearly so that he won't feel resentful?

No, Qin Xueyan, when did you start to care so much about what others think of you?

Why go to Xiangdao Peak?

Don't go!

snort!
late at night.

Towards Daofeng.

Fang Yang is practicing.

The sect distributes five pieces of spiritual marrow every day, but to Fang Yang it is just a drop in the bucket.

It has been five days since Fang Yang arrived at Qingtang Mountain, and he is still in the middle stage of the fourth level of foundation building, with very limited improvement.

If he continues like this, he will at most reach the fifth level of foundation building in three months.

By that time, everyone in the competition among the disciples will be in the Golden Core stage, and he will be the only one in the Foundation Establishment stage. Is he going to fight against other people's cannons and planes with his Xiaomi rifle?
Just as Fang Yang was thinking, there was a very slight sound of footsteps in the yard.

"Who?"

Fang Yang opened his eyes, and a charming voice sounded outside: "Brother Fang, it's me, Shui'er, I'm here to bring you some cakes."

This was an outer sect female disciple named Lu Shuirou, who came to give gifts on the first day Fang Yang arrived at Xiang Dao Peak.

The gift was a cake she made herself.

After that, Lu Shuirou would deliver the pastries she made every day.

Fang Yang frowned slightly when he heard this, "Junior Sister Lu, didn't you send me some pastries during the day?"

"Brother Fang, Shui'er got some inspiration tonight and made a new pastry. I want to give it to you first to try. I'll give you the pastry and leave. I won't disturb you."

The charming voice continued, with sincerity and a hint of pleading.

Fang Yang went over and opened the door. A delicate woman was standing outside. She had a good appearance, especially her eyes. When she looked up at Fang Yang, it was as if her eyes were filled with a pool of spring water, which made one's heart beat fast.

But she didn't have a box of pastries in her hands.

Lu Shuirou brushed Fang Yang's body and entered the house. Fang Yang asked:
"Junior Sister Lu, where are your pastries?"

Lu Shuirou smiled charmingly, "Brother Fang, the cakes are here."

She pulled her belt, and her thin skirt fell off, revealing her delicate body in her underwear, with countless delicate cakes clinging to her jade-like skin. Lu Shuirou twisted her waist and walked in front of Fang Yang, the cakes on her body dancing slightly with the ups and downs of the mountains, her eyes blurred, her spring waves rippling.

"Brother Fang, Shui'er is the cake, come and try it."

As he said this, he stood on the tea table, crawled like a cat, picked up the pastry on his body and brought it to Fang Yang's mouth.

Damn!

The next moment, Lu Shuirou rolled her eyes and was knocked unconscious by a stream of spiritual energy.

Fang Yang turned around and saw another person in front of him.

Dressed in white, with a peerless appearance and as cold as frost, the chill in his eyes seemed to freeze Fang Yang.

"Meet the Master!"

Fang Yang quickly saluted and added another sentence.

"Master, you finally came to see me. I missed you so much!"

"is it?"

Qin Xueyan's voice was even colder than Xuanbing Jue's. "I'm afraid I'm here at the wrong time?"

Fang Yang immediately said: "I don't know how to refuse. Fortunately, Master knocked her out. Master came at the right time!"

Qin Xueyan walked to the tea table, looked at the unconscious Lu Shuirou, raised her slender hand slightly, and a small piece of cake flew in front of Fang Yang.

"Does it smell good?"

Fang Yang immediately shook his head, "Not as good as the sour plum soup made by Master!"

Qin Xueyan said calmly: "No matter how good the sour plum soup is, it is not as good as the little sister who gives you cakes every day."

Fang Yang picked up the skirt on the ground, controlled his innate spiritual power to put it on Lu Shuirou remotely, and then threw her out.

"Fairy, I don't like eating cakes. I just like drinking sour plum soup."

Qin Xueyan glanced at him, but did not object to his unauthorized change of address from "Master" to "Fairy".

He snorted, flicked his sleeves in disgust, and drove all the remaining scent of Lu Shuirou on the table out of the room, then slowly sat down.

Fang Yang poured her tea diligently. Qin Xueyan took a sip and her voice softened a little.

"I heard that you are quite popular among the female disciples at Xiangdao Peak."

Fang Yang immediately replied: "I have a good relationship with all of Xiang Daofeng's fellow disciples, regardless of gender. I only treat female disciples as ordinary fellow disciples."

Qin Xueyan looked at him and asked, "Would an ordinary fellow disciple treat himself as a pastry and give it to you?"

Fang Yang smiled: "Fairy, you have many admirers too. Today, three major forces are seeking to marry you. This is really shocking to the world!"

“I don’t like them!”

Qin Xueyan explained immediately, and then she saw Fang Yang looking at her with a smile on his face. Her ears turned red and she stood up angrily.

"I'm leaving!"

"Fairy!" Fang Yang knew he couldn't tease her anymore, so he quickly said:

"I haven't seen you for five whole days. Can you stay a little longer? I want to see you more."

Qin Xueyan immediately stopped, snorted, walked back and sat down.

"I am your master, you must not act recklessly."

"Can't I, a disciple, miss my master?" Fang Yang took out a wooden hairpin from his arms and handed it to Qin Xueyan.

"Where are you from?" Qin Xueyan glanced at him, and Fang Yang pointed in the direction of the backyard.

"There's a redwood forest over there, and I carved it out of redwood."

"Did you make it yourself?" Qin Xueyan took the hairpin and saw irregular carving marks on it. There was also a hint of wood fragrance, so it was indeed made not long ago.

Qin Xueyan looked at the wooden hairpin in her hand. The frost on her face gradually melted away, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

The fairy smiled, the coldness in the room disappeared, and all the flowers bloomed.

Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, finally coaxing her into submission.

Squeak.

The window was opened and a slender figure jumped in. Ling'er was holding two jars of wine in her hands and smiling brightly.

"Fang Yang, I'm here to see you!"

(End of this chapter)