Chapter 250
The teleportation array on the East China Sea continent was destroyed thousands of years ago in the beast tide.

However, Jiang Chan got a piece of jade slip in a ruined mansion, and learned that there is a hidden teleportation array deep in the bottom of the sea.

Now that the monster turmoil has just passed, it is a good time to go to the deep sea.

Going at this time, not only will you not be attacked by demon cultivators, but you will let yourself go because of misunderstanding human cultivators and riots.

Jiang Chan dived into the sea, and it was a safe journey. When she came to the place mentioned in the jade slip, she swept away a large piece of gravel, and saw the traces of the teleportation array.

She quickly took out the spirit stone and put it in according to the direction. Her eyes lit up and then went dark. When she could see again, she had already come to a completely different world.

"Hmph, when I return to Nanfeng again, it will be the time when all the monks in that world who don't know what is good or bad will perish!"

After the war, the world of cultivating immortals was as calm as stagnant water.

After cleaning up the battlefield, all the monks began to recover and pay homage to their lost relatives and friends. For more than a month, there was no sign of prosperity.

After Chu Miao returned to Sanqing Peak, because she was full of killing intent and hatred, she was thrown to Tianji Peak by Master Qingmi, begging Tianjizi to get rid of her hostility.

Tianjizi was not polite, and threw her into the Sanshi Shuijing without even having time to utter an exclamation.

The Sanshi Shuijing is the spirit treasure that he obtained by accident. The spirit is called Huansheng, and he is a young man who looks exactly like him.

Of course, Huansheng's face looks like his master's.

"Master, do you really want to activate all the magic power? If she can't remember who she is at all, she will easily get lost in it."

Tianjizi shook his head and said, "She won't. You just start it."

"Yes."

Chu Miao felt sore and weak all over, she opened her eyes, saw the strange yet familiar Babu bed, and sighed heavily.

"Girl, are you awake? This servant is going to tell Madam!" The chattering girl, with a happy expression on her face, just stepped into the door and hurried out again.

"I'm really impatient." Chu Miao said softly, stroking her forehead with her plain hand, and frowned, "What's wrong with me, why is my head hurting so much?"

After I just finished speaking, I wonder why I am so hypocritical, I can't even stand the headache now?

But she is the grand master's concubine's daughter, and she grew up pampered and pampered, so it seems normal that she can't stand headaches.

Chu Miao waved away her weirdness, and fell limply on the pillow, looking like a sickly beauty, falling into the eyes of visitors.

"Miao'er, my good daughter, you finally woke up, you scared my mother to death."

The visitor was in his early thirties, with a woman's hair in a bun, and tears hung in his clever eyes, making his delicate face look even more pitiful.

"Mother..." Chu Miao plunged into her arms, and couldn't stop acting coquettishly, "Mother, I have a headache, why don't you invite an imperial physician to come and see me."

After saying this, a strange feeling rose in Chu Miao's heart again, and she struggled out of the woman's arms suddenly, her eyes were sharp, which made the woman startled.

But the sharpness was only fleeting, and then she became confused again. Seeing her daughter staring at her with a confused face, the woman thought she was in severe pain, and said quickly:
"Alright, alright, Izumo, send someone to the palace to call for the master, and ask Imperial Doctor Wang to come and have a look."

"Yes, servant girl is going now." The servant girl who called Izumo walked quickly and quickly left the door, only Chu Miao's servant girl was left, staring at her eagerly.

The woman took off Chu Miao's pillow, let her lie on the soft bed again, and comforted her softly:
"Miao'er, now that Tanhualang has been favored by the Holy Majesty, why are you torturing yourself? Even though our family is a first-rank official in the capital, how dare we compete with the Holy Majesty?"

Chu Miao nodded, thinking of that handsome and talented young man, her heart felt sad. "Did he accept the order?"

The woman paused, seeing that she was not making any noise, she said tactfully: "After all, it is an imperial decree, who would dare not accept it?"

The maid at the side who called out the painting couldn't help muttering, with an angry expression on her face, "The Holy Majesty has said that if he doesn't want to honor the Lord, he won't blame him. He is obviously the one who rushed to ask for it!"

"Painting!" The woman shouted coquettishly, trying to stare at the maid sternly, but she still had no deterrent effect.

All the servants in the mansion know that their wife is the most soft-hearted and kind, she will not scold anyone at all, and it is only thanks to the strength of the master that the servants can be restrained.

Chu Miao thought to herself, wouldn't it be enough to kill this kind of man who sees things differently?What a waste of words?
No, why would I think of killing people?
Chu Miao's mind was in turmoil. For a while, she felt full of murderous intent, and for a while she felt terrible, and for a while she felt groggy, and fell asleep again.

Seeing this, the woman was about to shed tears again, took a silk handkerchief in her hand and dabbed the corners of her eyes, covered the corners of Chu Miao's quilt, and took the picture out of the room.

In the early morning of the second day, Chu Miao woke up from the drowsiness and found that her headache was no longer painful, and she didn't know whether the imperial doctor had come or not.

She didn't ask anyone to come in to serve her, she dressed herself and got out of bed.

She always felt that all of a sudden, she didn't want anyone to serve her, and she didn't even want anyone to get too close to her, like... she didn't feel very safe.

But Izumo and Izuka grew up with him since childhood, how could it be unsafe?
Thinking of those cumbersome dresses, heavy hair accessories, and endless greetings, and constantly bowing and kneeling, Chu Miao felt repulsed.

This is obviously everything I have known for 15 years, why did I suddenly reject it?

She couldn't figure it out, and while washing with cold water, she put aside those weird feelings again, for fear that the killing intent from yesterday would suddenly appear again.

"Oh! How does the girl use cold water, Izumo! Izumo! Get some water!"

Chu Miao was once again given a headache by this chattering servant girl, and quickly stopped her voice from amplifying, "Stop screaming! I've already washed up."

It was the first time to draw a picture. Seeing his girl so strong, he nodded in a daze, and went outside to bring breakfast and soup, intending to serve her.

"You go out, I will eat by myself."

She was shocked and dazed when she came out of the painting, but seeing her serious expression, she didn't dare to speak too much, so she just backed out silently.

Chu Miao looked at the various small dishes in front of her, and the light snacks inside made her lose her appetite at all.

In other words, she seems to have no appetite for any food now, and it's not that she doesn't want to eat it, but she seems to be used to not eating it.

After watching for a long time, Chu Miao still felt that she couldn't pay her respects on an empty stomach, so she randomly stuffed some entrances. Seeing that the soup was black and ugly, with a strong smell, she poured it into the flower pot.

Greeting Grand Master Chu and Mrs. Chu who had just finished their breakfast, Chu Miao sat aside and listened to Grand Master Chu's speech.

"Miao'er, dad sees that you have already figured it out, then marriage should be put on the agenda, you will be sixteen this year, if you don't talk about marriage, you will be an old lady."

(End of this chapter)

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