I was humiliated in a world dominated by women

Very cool!

I'm such a damn pleasure offender!

Luo Shenyi probably noticed the abnormal relationship between the master and disciple, so she looked like she wanted to kill her clone Youqin Huali.

In fact, it’s not that they died of old age, but that they were reunited.

"Master, if the three paths of heaven, earth and man were united as one, would you still be you?"

The fairy in green skirt pondered for a moment and said softly,

"Master and Luoshenyi are Daoling clones, and the one guarding the Ninth Palace is the real spirit. Although there is a distinction between the clone and the real body, it is only a distinction in name. Strictly speaking, the status of the three of us is equal, and we are all one-third of the soul.

When the three paths of heaven, earth and man become one, our memories, emotions and cultivation will merge. From the perspective of the soul, I am still me, but I have a little more experience and emotions of living in another identity..."

Listening to his master's narration, Mu Nanfeng fell into deep thought. This kind of philosophical question involving the self was too difficult to clarify.

However, from the perspective of the soul, the master really just merged back the memories and emotions that should have belonged to her.

The same is true for Luo Shenyi.

So, they are indeed one person.

Luo Shenyi is more like Youqinhuali who didn’t know Mu Nanfeng and had no feelings for him at the beginning.

Ah this...Mu Nanfeng suddenly had evil thoughts. He stared at the moist red lips of his master, who had a cold and ethereal face. His mouth was dry and he wanted to kiss his master forcefully again. What should he do?

However, Mu Nanfeng suddenly thought of another problem. It seemed that when facing his master, his slight misogyny was completely ineffective and had no effect at all.

The fairy in green skirt, who had already returned to normal, keenly sensed his intention and immediately raised her eyebrows and rebuked:

"My cultivation of humanity has been stagnant all along, all because of your evil intentions!"

As she spoke, she sat up suddenly. Her expression was no longer obedient and submissive. She no longer blew air and stuck out her tongue at her disciple, looking pitiful. She returned to her old-fashioned seriousness and said in a cold voice:

"According to the agreement, from now on, you must respect your teacher and I will treat you like my own son! Do not overstep your bounds again!"

"..."

Mu Nanfeng admired the speed at which his master could change his expression, and he admired even more how thick-skinned he was now.

She was clearly biting his finger a few minutes ago, looking up with her beautiful eyes and seductive...

Now he was acting like a dignified teacher, scolding: "Are you deaf? Answer me, teacher, do you hear me?!"

"Oh, I heard it." Mu Nanfeng blinked and nodded seriously.

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"..."

Youqin Huali pursed her lips, assuming that he had indeed heard it, and didn't say anything more.

After a moment of silence, she raised her eyebrows again and said solemnly: "Also, the cultivation method chosen by the master is the humane cultivation of the master-disciple relationship. If you still have evil intentions and disturb my spiritual heart, the master will...find another disciple!

As for you, this evil disciple, I don't want you!"

"..."

Mu Nanfeng narrowed his dark eyes slightly. Looking for another disciple? Master...

How dare you?

"Why are you looking at me? I'm asking you a question. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Mu Nanfeng lowered his glimmering eyes, smiled, and nodded gently: "Disciple understands."

Fairy in Green Skirt breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch Mu Nanfeng's head. She tilted her pretty chin up and said in a satisfied voice, "I understand."

Mu Nanfeng did not open his master's hand, but lowered his head slightly to let her rub his hair, letting her...

Self-deception.

59. Luo Shen Yi's Shame and Anger (6.3k~)

Immortal Dynasty.

Above the clouds, it connects to the endless void.

The lonely and cold Luoshen Palace is located above the huge full moon.

A lady in a fox fur dress and a fairy white long skirt stood barefoot beside the cloud platform with her hands behind her back.

A shiny silver butterfly hairpin tied her black hair up in a simple bun behind her like a woman's. A wisp of black hair danced with the wind and clouds. The faint light of the morning sun in the east shone through her, floating between her holy white skirts, outlining her graceful shadow on this lonely cloud platform.

As the shadows moved, on the undulating lines of the mountains, the layers of snow skirts rolled up and down, just like snow clouds surging out from the mountains, flowing over the divine body, with proud curves between the golden shadows and clouds.

The goddess in the flawless white dress had a cold brow.

She is the fairy Luoshen revered by the world, the fairy Chu'e who once made the Shura aliens tremble in fear for ten thousand years, and now she is the goddess of the Daqin Fairy Dynasty, with an indelible graceful and arrogant temperament in her every move.

Her eyes were calm and her sacred gaze passed through the endless stars and came to the sky above the East China Sea, quietly watching the actions of all forces in Yingtian City.

Especially monitor the movements of Si Yao.

Although Si Yao is not Concubine Mi's person, she is not on her side either.

This kind of evil woman who completely ignores the situation and makes trouble all day long is the most worrying. Even she cannot predict Si Yao's next move.

If Si Yao tries to force her way into the Red Moon World, then she will have no choice but to kill her... again!

While she was thinking, her expression suddenly froze, and her cold and proud face turned red. She frowned, stretched out her golden and slender fingers to cover her beautiful jaw, and endless murderous intent emerged in her cold eyes!

"Mu, Nan, Feng!!"

An angry rebuke came out from between her teeth. Luo Shenyi gritted her teeth, with rage in her eyes.

But now she couldn't enter the Red Moon World again, and could only let...the invisible hand gently knead her face...

The man's hand stroked up along her snow-white neck that had never been touched by a man, lifted her chin, and tickled her with his fingers as if he was teasing a small pet...

Luoshen Yi stood on the cloud platform, no longer looking down at the world like a fairy. She covered her mouth tightly, and her graceful temperament seemed to be collapsing. The wonderful feeling of Qinhuali was transmitted to her heart, making her legs shake softly and almost unable to stand.

"~~~~~~"

The soft moans still leaked out from her fingertips. This was a wonderful emotion she had never experienced before, and also a wonderful physical reaction she had never experienced before.

Although she was satisfied and enjoying herself, she would not sink into depravity like her human clone. Luo Shenyi clenched her fists, and the clouds around her suddenly surged, rolling up hurricanes and lightning. The area within a thousand miles was like the end of the world, and the roar of purple lightning snakes seemed to destroy the world.

On this day, there were thunder and heavy rain in the land of the Immortal Dynasty. It was dark all day long and the gods were angry!

However, no matter how angry she was, she couldn't stop Mu Nanfeng's index finger from entering her mouth...

"!!!"

The woman in fox fur fairy dress knelt sideways on the cloud platform. The thunder of doomsday surrounded the sky of the cloud platform, and the bright and dazzling light illuminated her proud and graceful figure.

The elegant butterfly hairpin fell to the cloud platform with a ding-dong, and her long black hair danced wildly with the wind and thunder. At this moment, she supported herself on the ground with one hand and covered her noble red lips with the other hand. Her quiet and arrogant eyes were slightly lowered, as if she didn't want the thunder and cloud to see the confusion and joy in her eyes...

Wood South Wind.....

Wood, south, wind!

I will make you wish you were dead, but unable to live! ! !

hmm~

......

"Master, how do we leave this dream?"

Mu Nanfeng was a little confused. The two of them stayed in this void temple for a long time.

"This is my dream, so after you finish what you need to do in the dream, the dream will naturally break."

The fairy in green skirt spoke softly as she came to the central throne, frowning slightly as she observed the half-dragon Lord Mia.

Mu Nanfeng glanced at the goddess Chu'e who was sitting quietly with her five hearts facing the sky. Curiously, he reached out his hand and hooked the goddess's chin.

Although Chu'e looked the same as her master, her face was sharper and colder, with a heavy murderous aura between her brows. At this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, raised her cold and fairy-like face slightly, and quietly let Mu Nanfeng tease her.

Mu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect to really meet this goddess. This was clearly an illusory dream...

"Evil disciple! What are you doing!?"

The fairy in green skirt turned around, angry.

Mu Nanfeng quickly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and coughed: "Curious... I'm just curious."

The fairy in green skirt glared at him.

"Master, what did you mean by what we should do in dreams?" Mu Nanfeng asked seriously.

The fairy stepped down the steps barefoot, her green skirt fluttering in the wind. Her temperament was as pure and quiet as a goddess from heaven. She came down to the earth with an indifferent look on her face and came in front of her disciple.

Mu Nanfeng was just about to speak out of doubt when he saw the figure of a fairy in a green skirt floating towards him like mist, and pointing her finger at him with murderous intent, like a sharp sword.

Mu Nanfeng reacted quickly, leaning back and subconsciously pulling back. He narrowly avoided the master's finger that was as fast as a crane soaring into the sky. The remaining force stuck to his chest, causing a slight tingling sensation.

The master did not pursue, but simply slid to the side, turning his fingers into palms to grab the Shen Yi sword behind the floating Mu Nanfeng.

Neither of them used any means of cultivation. With the magic sword in hand, they would be like a tiger with wings. Naturally, Mu Nanfeng would not let his master get the sword.

The sudden attack from his master also aroused his fighting spirit. He recalled the sword skills he had learned from his master in the past, used his fingers as swords, and stepped forward to stab forward.

There was a sudden crisp sound in the air, like glass shattering.

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Mu Nanfeng's bony hands collided with the fairy master's fingers as slender as orchids, and they fought at a dazzling speed, both utilizing the sword and zither techniques.

Youqin Sword Technique is an immortal sword technique created by the ancestor of Youqin clan among the hundreds of ancient tribes. It emphasizes gentle killing and using softness to overcome hardness.

Mu Nanfeng has now already learned the 6900th sword style and is no longer the stupid disciple who cried and howled at being tormented by his master.

You Qinhuali's clear eyes were filled with astonishment. She didn't expect that her disciple's swordsmanship had reached perfection after just a few days of not seeing her, and was about to surpass her, her master.

She didn't dare to underestimate him anymore, and she suddenly stretched out her left hand, which was originally behind her waist, and pointed directly at her disciple's heart.

Her expression was serious and she showed no mercy, so Mu Nanfeng naturally did not dare to be negligent.

In the desolate temple, the figures of the immortal king and the goddess moved again, like soft water and solid ice colliding with each other, entangled and blended, almost becoming one.

The two fought with no clear winner, and the only sound was the sound of wind and bones snapping.

During this brief confrontation, Mu Nanfeng changed hundreds of sword styles, trying to block his master from the Shen Yi Sword, but it turned out that he was not as good as his master in swordsmanship.

The fairy grasped the suspended Shen Yi sword with her slender hands.

hum-

A red light spread out with the magic sword as the center, and the fairy swept the sword across, which immediately hit Mu Nanfeng's neck.

The battle is over.

Mu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, "Master, you are not following the moral code of martial arts. Your disciple didn't even use a weapon."

Seeing him acting like a rogue, Youqinhua Li just glanced at him lightly, "Are you still not convinced?"

Mu Nanfeng has roughly figured out the limit of his master. His master has cultivated the 9,000 zither and sword styles to the 8,000th sword style, but it doesn't mean that the more sword styles he knows, the more powerful he is.

He only knows more than 6,000 sword styles, but as long as he uses them properly, he can still beat his master down and make him call him daddy!

After having a confrontation experience, he had a good strategy.

"Let's do it again, Master, without using the Shen Yi Sword, can you dare?" he said indifferently.

Why not use the weapon if you have it? However, in order to restore the dignity of the master, Youqin Huali thought it would be okay to do it again, so that this evil disciple would know what it means to respect the teacher!

"Master, are you afraid now?"

Facing her disciple's provocation, she threw away the Shen Yi sword, her beautiful eyes were clear and peaceful, but the next moment, her graceful figure rose like the wind, and her enormous momentum surged.

Mu Nanfeng's pupils shrank. He didn't know when the fairy had floated in front of him.

The 8000th Sword Style: Drunken Black Hair

Mu Nanfeng was surprised. The master's three thousand soft hairs were dancing like immortals and demons, and the sword energy was majestic.

He had no choice but to retreat step by step. The master's attack was much more organized, layered like flower petals and endless like waves. She kept dismantling his defense, and waited until the disciple was careless and finally revealed a tiny flaw. Then, the finger sword like a fluttering green butterfly pointed at him again, heading straight for the middle door.

The cold slender fingertips touched the center of Mu Nanfeng's throat, and a trickle of blood slid down his skin into his collarbone.

Mu Nanfeng raised his head, his whole body stiff and motionless.

Lost again, and this time lost faster.

The fairy in the green skirt looked at him straight in the eye, and spoke calmly with the dignity that only a teacher can have: