How to capture the system fairies as wives

"Why? What does it have to do with you where I go?"

The master raised his chin in contempt, and said in a childish voice: "There is an old dog that is about to shit on our Yushan Mountain. Can't I come out and give it a try?"

"You don't really think I have no temper, do you? Huh?"

Chen Yin was accustomed to his master's foul language, but Shen Shuanglian was surprised. She had obviously not expected that the Immortal Yu Ling, who was famous in the world of immortal cultivation, could be so unrestrained in his daily life.

The man in black kept his gaze on the Master for a long time, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

"Yu Ling, do you really want to protect these two?"

"What do you mean I have to protect them both? What else can I do if I don't protect them both? Huh?"

The master snorted coquettishly: "I don't know whose old dog you are, and I don't care."

"If you don't want to leave today, you don't have to leave."

The man in black narrowed his eyes.

...To be honest, the appearance of Immortal Yu Ling really disrupted his plans.

Not to mention that he couldn't reveal his identity. Even if he tried his best, he might not be able to kill those two people under Yu Ling's protection, let alone escape unscathed.

If I really get entangled by Yu Ling, I might end up making a big mistake.

So in the end, he took a deep look at Chen Yin behind Yu Ling, said no more nonsense, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

"Run away? That old dog is really cowardly."

Chen Yin groaned and put his hands up. The master snorted and said nonchalantly: "The rules of the martial arts world are that you can't kill someone if he dodges. Since he's gone, let's spare his life."

"Anyway, this guy has killed so many cultivators from Wuling Sect, Tianluo Sect, and Wanxiang Pavilion. I don't think these three sects will let him go. We can just watch the show."

As he spoke, the master suddenly turned his head and stared at Shen Shuanglian aggressively.

Shen Shuanglian suddenly felt uneasy and lowered her head nervously:

"Meet, meet Uncle Master Yu Ling..."

"Tsk. I thought that brat Chen Yin was trying to trick me, but I didn't expect he would really trick me."

The master looked Shen Shuanglian up and down with some dissatisfaction, and then said sullenly: "How could such a beautiful flower be stuck on a piece of cow dung like a stinky boy?"

Chen Yin coughed awkwardly and explained slowly: "Master, you misunderstood. Senior Sister just--"

"Don't explain to me. I don't want to listen."

The master waved his hand and said seriously, "But if you look closely, it does make sense."

"She has big breasts, long legs, and a nice butt. She should be able to give birth easily. Disciple, you are allowed to carry this back to the mountain."

Chen Yin was choked and started coughing non-stop, and Shen Shuanglian's pretty face turned red all of a sudden.

"No... Master, we are cultivators, not bandits. Carrying things back to the mountain... is inappropriate, right?"

"What's inappropriate?"

The master said carelessly: "They are all beautiful girls. I can enjoy the feast for my eyes after I carry them back."

"...I suddenly feel that it would be better for me to move out with Xiang'er."

The master and the apprentice were talking nonsense without restraint, which made Shen Shuanglian's ears burn. She shyly glanced at the two of them, then immediately looked away.

How could there be such a strange master and disciple? Shen Shuanglian couldn't figure it out.

After telling Chen Yin a few dirty jokes, the master finally got to the point: "Alright. Let's get down to business."

"Shen Shuanglian is the eldest disciple of the main sect after all. Before you marry her, it's better for her to keep some distance from us. This will prevent the main sect from spreading gossip."

"It just so happens that something has happened here, and you should have a lot of things to report to the main sect, right?"

Master was referring to the corpses of monks scattered all over the ground.

Shen Shuanglian's eyes slowly drooped, she bit her red lips, and her tone was a little sad:

"Yes. Then, Uncle Master Yu Ling, I will take my leave now."

Before leaving, she looked at Chen Yin again reluctantly.

Chen Yin also nodded silently at her, and his mouth formed two words: "Wait for me."

……it is good.

I'm waiting for you.

After a few light jumps, Shen Shuanglian's blue figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Chen Yin looked at Shen Shuanglian's departing figure with some disappointment, and said with emotion: "This Fairy Conference is really much more disastrous than I imagined."

"You kid, I asked you to come out and gain experience, but I didn't ask you to cause me such a big mess. If your master hadn't rushed here without stopping, you and your little lover would have become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks today."

The master stood motionless with his back to Chen Yin, without even turning his head.

Chen Yin smiled and flattered: "It is only because you are here that I dare to be so presumptuous."

"You don't know that when those arrogant elders heard your name, they were so scared that they ran away in panic."

The master seemed indifferent to Chen Yin's flattery.

"You are so good-tempered today that you just let that guy go?"

Chen Yin said jokingly, "I thought that with your temper, you would at least take off the mask of that old dog, step on him a few times and then spit on him."

"I really didn't intend to let him go just like that—"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The petite figure in front of him suddenly fell backwards silently and lightly.

Chen Yin's eyes suddenly widened.

-

When Master woke up, it was already getting dark.

She rubbed her eyes with her chubby little hands, glanced blankly at the dilapidated wooden houses around her, and was about to get up.

"Lie down." A male voice sounded beside him. Although the tone was gentle, it was irresistible.

The master pouted in dissatisfaction: "Hey, little brat, I'm your master. Don't be disrespectful."

"If you can give me a reasonable explanation for your injury, I will listen to you obediently."

Chen Yin was slowly boiling herbs on the side and glanced at her indifferently.

The master was silent for a moment, then slowly pouted:

"It's not as serious as you say—"

"You know whether it's serious or not."

Chen Yin wiped his hands and brought a bowl of medicine to her: "Drink it. Although it can't relieve your injuries, it can make your qi flow more smoothly."

The master groaned for a long time, but finally drank the medicine reluctantly.

"... Yue. What kind of cooking skills are you, you little brat? It tastes so bad."

"This is medicine, not food. Of course it tastes bad."

The master handed him the bowl angrily. Chen Yin put it aside and stared at her seriously again.

"Tell me. Who hurt you like this?"

"You little brat, you're really concerned about me?" The master said, with a half-smile, "Of course. I've finally tamed you, this little ungrateful bastard."

"But what's the point of worrying? If someone could really injure my master so badly, what would you do if you knew about it? Would you rush to get killed?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Chen Yin's tone remained calm.

Only then did the master gradually put away the frivolous smile on his face and closed his eyes in silence.

"……rest assured."

"Just do your own thing. You don't need to worry about your teacher's affairs right now."

"Isn't your current condition enough to worry me?" Chen Yin asked back bluntly.

"This time, at least you fell into my arms. What about next time?"

He said word by word: "I don't want to not even know where to collect your body."

Poof.

The master covered her mouth coquettishly, her eyes sparkling:

"You little brat. Can't you say something auspicious?"

Chen Yin just looked at her silently without saying anything.

Unable to withstand Chen Yin's burning gaze, the master could only sigh and soothe him in a soft voice: "Alright, alright. I think you are filial."

"But it's not as exaggerated as you think. I'm not that delicate. Don't underestimate my "Wang Yan Xin Hua Lu"."

She raised her arm lazily, her eyes calmly saying, "It will be healed in a month at most."

As she said that, she was about to stand up, but saw Chen Yin blocking her way.

"Where are you going?"

"Why, you want to take care of this too?"

Chen Yin said seriously: "If you want to go to a place that hurt you like this, I will never agree to it."

The master narrowed his eyes and chuckled: "What if I...must go?"

"Then don't blame me for being unfilial."

As he spoke, Chen Yin picked up the Changming Sword.

The master fell silent, and his eyes began to flicker.

The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably dull.

"Heh. I take back what I said at the beginning."

She sneered and said, "An ungrateful person is an ungrateful person. He even dared to confront Master with a sword."

"You don't have to goad me." Chen Yin shook his head, "I won't let you go no matter what you say."

"Don't even think about going anywhere until your injuries are healed."

"Are you ordering me?" The master raised his little head slightly.

"Do not."

Chen Yin said slowly: "...I'm begging you."

The master was stunned for a moment.

"You and Xiang'er are the only two family members I have."

"Save one. Don't plan on losing the other."

Chen Yin spoke very seriously, his eyes always looking calmly at his master's face.

The Master fell into a long silence.

After a long while, she closed her eyes tiredly.

"Don't worry. Things over there are over."

"I'm just going back to Yushan to recuperate. I won't be running around for a year or so."

Chen Yin asked back: "Really?"

"Silly boy."

The master smiled and showed a row of cute little tiger teeth: "I am such an upright and noble person, I will not lie."

(At the beginning of the month, I want to earn money, eat food, and be hungry QAQ)

48. Luo Qiaoqiao’s Mother

At least there is one thing that Master said is true.

If one practices "Wang Yan Xin Hua Lu" to perfection, one can indeed reach the point of being almost immortal.

Although Master’s current injuries are extremely frightening, if he rests peacefully, he will recover in ten days or half a month at most.