Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

Good and auspicious fortunes have nothing to do with her. Instead, she can be safe and sound even when she is in an unlucky place.

When Bu Miao saw the old dragon demon pill, it began to emit a strong demonic aura, which slowly merged into the plump body of the woman sitting in meditation.

Occasionally, due to the influence of evil times, these evil spirits would transform into miniature dragon spirits. The dragon's roar would be faint, and the dragon's eyes would be fierce and violent, as if they were attacking in groups.

It was the first time that Saint Hehuan had seen such a dangerous state of refining.

She subconsciously looked up to see if there was any thunder in the sky.

"Without the thunder tribulation, it seems that the minor evil in the refining process is not a big deal at all."

A slender and graceful figure emerged from the corridor. After finishing the affairs of the national teacher, Bai Kongque came here to confirm the status of the two allies.

When she was out in the past, White Peacock was wearing a purple gauze dress in the style of a desert guest. Now that she has returned to her identity as the national teacher of the Sun and Moon Kingdom, she has changed into an elegant dress with a white background and gold edges, which makes her look holy and noble.

Bu Miao raised an eyebrow at the white peacock's outfit, feeling a little uncomfortable, and looked at it curiously.

The white peacock noticed her gaze and, without avoiding it, turned around, her skirt dancing lightly, allowing Saint Hehuan to take a closer look. She asked:

"What are you observing? It's just the robes required for the title of Imperial Master. Back then, as the Holy Maiden of the Water and Fire Sect, she wore similar clothing. It should give off a sense of...holiness, like sunshine."

Bu Miao shook his head and explained his observations.

"I'm simply not used to it. It doesn't go with your naturally beautiful hair."

Although she is named "White Peacock", if you ignore her milky white healthy skin, your whole body is mostly purple, with purple hair, purple eyes, and even purple eyelashes.

Even though Saint Hehuan has come into contact with people of all races, she still feels that the white peacock has the most exotic charm.

"I'll take it as a compliment... How long has her refining started, and is it going smoothly?" The white peacock's attention fell on the woman in black robe.

She was worried about the dragon aura.

"The dangerous time has just arrived. As long as there is no thunder disaster, all dangers will be considered 'smooth'." Bu Miao said.

The White Peacock witnessed the tragic thunderstorm in the Black Car Kingdom at that time, and saw with his own eyes the figure with black hair and red eyes standing up in the destructive aura of the golden divine thunder.

I can somewhat understand the saying "Everything will be smooth sailing if there is no thunder tribulation."

The two women sat down on a bench beside the altar and waited silently for a long time, until the old dragon demon pill was refined to the size of a peanut. They were sure that no more unexpected dangers would occur.

The sound of idle chattering began to rise again in the underground altar.

Saint He Huan had heard about the Water and Fire Sect earlier and asked curiously:

"The Water and Fire Sect has been developing for many years, and it was not until your generation that it reached its peak of prosperity. Why did it suddenly do something like that?

I see that you have ambition, but it's not as strong as those in the demonic sect, and you don't seem like someone who would do something rebellious."

Beneath the charming eyelashes of the white peacock, a pair of gem-like purple eyes were lost in thought. Recalling the past, she shook her head and smiled:

"Back then, I suddenly felt that spreading the Fa was just a self-serving act, hurting ordinary people who couldn't get the Fa, while those wicked people with some talent became even more vicious, like wolves with sharper fangs.

Besides, how can ambition be something like that, worn all the time on one's face like a demonic cultivator? "

Bu Miao did not comment or express any opinion. Many of her feelings did not come out of thin air, and one had to actually experience something to understand them.

She crossed her tender legs wrapped in silk stockings, changed her sitting position, and patiently waited for the refining process in the altar.

Finally, with the disappearance of the last dragon roar, the old dragon's demon pill completely turned into a wisp of residual smoke and merged into the delicate body of the woman sitting in meditation.

The graceful figure with ink-black hair slowly stood up, opened her eyes, her scarlet eyes were like a demon, and her blood-stained lips curled up into an evil smile.

The ferocious black python wrapped around the jade arm is undergoing a metamorphosis. The snake scales are drying up and falling off, revealing new dragon scales that are shining brightly. At different angles, the black dragon scales reflect slightly different colors.

The snake's head was shrouded in black fog, and when it emerged again, it had completely transformed into a red-eyed black dragon.

However, the woman gently tapped the black dragon, and it transformed into a black python again.

The strength is already at the level of a dragon, but the woman prefers the original appearance.

Bu Miao was slightly surprised and said, "From an outsider's perspective, the level of a Jiaolong is much higher than that of a snake or python."

"Perhaps, but no matter how high this dragon's level is, it's still dead. Why should I become a defeated opponent?"

After congratulating, White Peacock took the initiative to make arrangements:

"Go get yourself a set of clothes. This tattered robe that smells of thunder and blood needs to be replaced."

*

Chu Wuji returned to the Foundry, and Pavilion Master Fan was a little surprised by the arrival of this "regular visitor".

Pavilion Master Fan asked in confusion, "Mr. Chu, didn't you just come here a few days ago? Don't tell me you killed another monster these days."

In fact, a terrible guess emerged in the mind of this middle-aged woman.

The last time Chu Wuzhi came here, he mentioned one thing. The owner of the dragon blood on the giant blade of the chopping block was temporarily living in the Prince Jing'an's Mansion, and she was a female dragon with a noble origin.

Could it be that they were taken to the mountains to fight these days?

Pavilion Master Fan had heard from his daughter that Jiaolong was arrogant and cruel, but he still felt a little guilty.

She added softly, "After all, they are guests, and they have already lived in the Jing'an Palace and have been living there peacefully for a while, which shows that there is still goodwill between them. Master Chu, this is not a good idea...?"

Chu Wuji didn't understand why Pavilion Master Fan had such a strange expression at first, but now he understood the reason. He explained helplessly:

"Misunderstanding, it's not the same thing! I have already cleaned up the dragon blood from last time."

Pavilion Master Fan carefully examined the giant blade and found that it was indeed wiped clean. She became puzzled again:

"Without demon blood, what is Master Chu doing here?"

"Let's see if my Qi and blood are effective. Please ask Pavilion Master Fan to arrange for a craftsman to start quenching!"

After saying that, Chu Wuji frowned, concentrated his mind on the center of his eyebrows, and mobilized the qi and blood stored there.

The energy and blood that had been nurtured by the soul turned into a blood-colored arrow, emerged from the center of Chu Wuji's eyebrows, and shot rapidly towards the giant blade of the chopping board. Then, the clear and loud sound of metal and stone colliding could be heard!

when--

The huge blade, as heavy as a rock, was humming and trembling on the blade.

A shallow pit was made on it, and the soul and blood fell into it, flowing with a strange and smooth light, as if a piece of red jade was inlaid.

Although Pavilion Master Fan knew that Chu Wuji's methods were strange, she didn't expect him to have this trick. She looked at Chu Wuji's forehead. There was no wound on it, and she didn't know how the blood-colored arrow flew out.

"Just now I thought Mr. Chu's brains flew out..."

Chu Wuji didn't know how to explain it, fortunately Pavilion Master Fan didn't ask about the method of cultivation.

"Then I'll trouble you. Pavilion Master Fan, please help me see if you can temper it into something magical."

"It's really strange. After all these years, I finally see the one who can temper me. Okay, I'll go help Master Chu arrange it... Oh, there's one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Chu Wuji was puzzled. "Do you want me to help collect the demon blood?"

"Although I really want to ask for a favor, it's not about this matter. The Empress came to me earlier to complain, saying that Master Chu didn't come to see her when he entered the palace, but only came to see me... Master Chu, do you understand?"

Pavilion Master Fan looked helpless, and at the same time hinted to Chu Wuji to handle it himself.

But don't let the Queen Mother misunderstand and think that a woman of her age has some relationship with Chu Wuzhi.

It's really like sitting at home and the pot comes from the sky...

The corners of Chu Wuji's mouth twitched, revealing an apologetic smile. He nodded to show that he understood, and then explained a little more:

"These past two days, I took Yao'er and Princess Jing'an to the mountains for fun. It just so happened that the Empress returned to the palace and didn't take her with her, which is why she's so resentful. Lord Fan, please understand. I'll go and talk to her."

Pavilion Master Fan naturally didn't take it to heart. She waved her hand, indicating that Chu Wuji could go to the Queen's bedroom first.

Chu Wuji had just turned around and taken two steps when he heard Pavilion Master Fan calling him.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, Mr. Chu, you can move this big chopping board to the stove by yourself. It will be easier for you to carry it." Pavilion Master Fan patted the big thing, looking like he had a headache.

To say that the Foundry couldn't move this thing was definitely not the case, but it wasn't as easy as Chu Wuzhi could do it.

Chu Wuji cooperated very well. He held the giant blade of the chopping board in one hand and followed the instructions of Pavilion Master Fan, placing it on the designated large furnace.

"So how long will this quenching take? I'll check the time and move the furnace out to save the Foundry's blacksmiths the trouble."

Pavilion Master Fan observed the state of the fire and touched the blade of the anvil.

It has been in there for a while, but the chopping board and the giant blade don't feel a bit warm, it's still icy cold.

Not to mention the quenching step, it would probably take quite a while to heat up this big thing.

"There's no need to rush about this. Master Chu can go chat with the Empress for a day, then return to Prince Jing'an's Mansion to rest for two days before coming here."

"Okay, it's almost time. Pavilion Master Fan can just send someone to Prince Jing'an's Mansion to notify me to move."

After saying goodbye, Chu Wuji moved towards the queen's bedroom.

After coming here several times, Chu Wuji couldn't say that he was familiar with every corner of the palace, but he already knew the general route to the queen's bedroom.

On the way, he met a maid of Queen Wen, and Chu Wuji felt that she looked familiar.

The maid was hurriedly heading towards the queen's bedroom.

Chu Wuji asked, "Are you going to inform the Queen that the princess and the others have returned to the palace?"

The maid saw Chu Wuji's handsome face clearly and nodded, "Yes, the Queen said to notify her immediately."

Chu Wuji knew this was the case, so he said, "Okay, I can walk fast, I'll go and help you notify them."

Chapter 276 Safe Delivery Peach

The location of the imperial palace was carefully chosen by Feng Shui masters, who had a keen sense of the changes of the four seasons.

Inside the palace's bedroom, the flowers in the courtyard bloom earlier than anywhere else in the capital and are colorful.

The beautiful woman in phoenix robe sitting in the hall had no intention of viewing the flowers. She held a fat and soft Persian cat in her arms, sitting there somewhat depressed, with no interest in appreciating the flowers.

She went back to Prince Jing'an's Mansion a few days ago and found it empty. The princess, Yao'er and Chu Wuzhi were nowhere to be seen.

After asking, she found out that they were going for a spring outing in the mountains, which made her very angry.

Queen Wen stayed in the palace for one night, only having a group of cats and foxes for company. She had no choice but to return to the palace.

"Go ask again if Princess Jing'an and the others have returned..."

Just as the queen was about to give an order, she saw a figure looking around at the gate. The figure then met her eyes and smiled awkwardly.

The graceful and mature young woman pursed her red lips, and depression gradually turned into resentment on her elegant and dignified face, but she did not show it too obviously, so as not to undermine the stability of an older woman.

Queen Wen saw Chu Wuji still watching from the gate, so she had no choice but to call him over:

"Wuji, what are you still looking at? Wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to just come in?"

Chu Wuzhi strode over, helped her up, and took Queen Wen back to her room. The Persian cat was put into the flowers to play by itself.

As he walked away, he explained apologetically:

"When I decided to go into the mountains, the Queen had already returned to the palace... Just now, standing at the door, I was just thinking about how to explain and apologize. It felt like I had left the Queen all alone in the capital."

"It's not like that, it's just like that!" Queen Wen said resentfully.

The two of them walked into the house, and as soon as the door closed, the beautiful queen, who was a model for everyone, took the initiative to lean against Chu Wuji. All her noble reserve turned into a sweet and warm embrace. Queen Wen had already deeply understood how to get close to this big child.

She climbed up to the upper body with a little force, pressing Chu Wuji's face under her full chest, giving him great visual pressure.

Then he angrily questioned, "What are you doing in the mountains? You've been gone for several days!"

Chu Wuji was very sensitive to body posture and knew that the queen's beautiful wife's movements and posture would be awkward, so he instinctively stretched out his arms to support the ripe and beautiful big peach that was suitable for a safe delivery.

"My original intention was to cultivate in the mountains, not just to have fun. I just wanted to bring the princess and Yao'er over and let them play and visit Xiaotu's house. My focus is still on cultivation."

After hearing this, Empress Wen's expression improved a little. She had thought that she had been left out on purpose and that Princess Jing'an was going on a spring outing...

If he just took them along the way and then left them at Xiaotu's house, that would still be acceptable!

Although Queen Wen knew that Chu Wuzhi must have taken them for a stroll, she would feel better if she put it another way.

"Next time, why don't you just come directly to the palace and pick me up? It won't take up much time..."

Chu Wuji listened to Queen Wen's mumblings without explaining his concerns. It probably sounded like she was bothering him, right?

He also started to think about it. It would not be a good idea to take Queen Wen out of the palace openly. It would be disrespectful to Queen Lihuo. But if he changed his mindset, next time he would go to say hello to Queen Lihuo first and ask for permission, and then come over and pretend to forcibly "kidnap" Queen Wen. She should be very happy, right?

It was probably about someone "rescuing" her from the prison in the deep palace. Empress Wen seemed to like this kind of plot very much.

Chu Wuji made up his mind: "Next time, I'll pick Queen Wen's birthday, or some other time, and stage a play where I 'rob' her out of the palace for fun. She'll probably like it."