I am a villain and have been captured. Why are the fairies asking me to come out?

Feeling her master's hand touching her head, she felt like a kitten being stroked by her master, feeling so comfortable that she seemed to melt.

I don't know why, but just a simple hug can also extend the progress of the secret method of Hehuan. It is in line with the meaning of Hehuan that true joy never lies in the intersection of yin and yang, but in the mutual affection between two people.

Perhaps, in the future, she and her master could become a couple like the founder of the Qingshen Sect...

As she imagined that scene, the girl felt sweet in her heart, and her pink lips curved into a silly smile. The book that she had buried in her heart was now opened again. This time it was no longer a fantasy of the girl alone. The pen was held in the hands of her and the male protagonist she had chosen, and he and she wrote down every stroke of this life and the next.

……

Following Yan Mobai and his group, another uninvited guest arrived at the foot of Yaoguang Mountain.

The man was wearing a red robe, holding a long staff, with wild thick eyebrows, eyes as big as bells, more than nine feet tall, and surrounded by a long-lasting scorching hot wind.

When he first arrived here, this cultivator with a unique appearance had already attracted the attention of many Yaoguang immortal cultivators, and even many gazes were cast down from the clouds on the mountain. However, after seeing the red robe that could only be worn by the true cultivators of the Zhenyang Sect's direct descendants, and the enormous magical power of his Yuantai Damang, those immortal cultivators withdrew their gazes at the same time.

He took a deep breath, and then a scorched air blew out of his thick nose, leaving a trail of burning flames with every step, as if anything that touched him would turn into embers and ashes.

After years of practicing in the Pure Yang Land, the True Yang Sect cultivators' true essence has been imbued with the Pure Yang Qi, which is present in every move. If a mortal gets a little bit of it, they will be burned to ashes in an instant, even the Yaoguang Immortal cultivators with great cultivation skills will avoid it.

If the Yaoguang Sect's martial arts was the one that was the least adept at fighting among the Jiuzhou Immortal Sects, then the Zhenyang Sect's magical powers were completely the opposite. When it came to head-on combat, the cultivators of the Zhenyang Sect were more than capable of looking down on any of their peers. His coming here was like a cat entering a rat's nest.

Just when people thought that this highly skilled visitor from the outer sect was going to kowtow at the gate of Yaoguang, he suddenly changed his target and strode towards a restaurant in the town at the foot of the mountain.

In a remote corner of the restaurant, a man in a yin-yang Taoist robe was drinking alone.

The red-robed monk bowed to him and said with a heroic smile: "Brother Yu, long time no see!"

Chapter 181: Finally Falling in Love

The man called Brother Yu Dao put down his wine cup and raised his eyes after a while.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Qing." His voice was low and hoarse. At a glance, his features were somewhat similar to Yu Jiejiu's, but he did not have as many enthusiastic and strange words as Yu Jiejiu, and was terribly cold.

The current leader of Tianji Sect has more than one son, Yu Jiejiu. If calculated by age, Yu Jiejiu has two older brothers, Yu San and Yu Qi. However, the Yu family never determines seniority based on age. Not only are they not qualified to call Yu Jiejiu their younger brother, they have to respectfully address him as Young Sect Leader.

As the eldest senior brother of the Zhenyang Sect, Qing Changhuan was already giving great face to Yu Qi, who was in the middle stage of the Yuantai realm, by calling him "Daoist brother". Unfortunately, Yu Qi didn't even stand up to greet him.

What a big rack.

There was a gleam of fire in Qing Changhuan's eyes. Under normal circumstances, with his temper, he would have hit the man with his stick long ago. However, what he had to do here today was too crucial, and he must not give in to a momentary anger.

His expression remained unchanged. He took out a pot of wine from his waist, grabbed a cup from the table beside him, filled it up for himself, and raised his cup, saying, "I thought that Master Yu would send Tianjizi here, but I didn't expect it to be Brother Yu. Drinking alone is boring, so I'll toast to Brother Dao!"

The wine glass was overturned, and the colorless wine turned into a fire snake in the pure Yang essence before it entered the mouth, but was swallowed into Qing Changhuan's throat in one gulp.

The empty cup was slammed on the table. Just by raising the cup to drink, the originally snow-white porcelain cup turned into a charred black, and the wall of the cup was covered with cracks.

The fire ring moved around the bottom of the cup, and Yu Qi had just finished drinking the wine in his cup.

The wine cup was placed lightly on the table, shattering the charred porcelain cup on the opposite table into ashes.

"Now that I have met Brother Yu Dao, I can go to Yaoguang to kowtow to the mountain without any worries. I will ask them to prepare gifts and entertain the distinguished guests as soon as possible!"

Qing Changhuan's burning eyes looked out the window at the fairy mountain towering into the clouds. The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if covered with a layer of white snow.

"It is truly worthy of being called the Seven Immortal Mountains. The spiritual energy has turned into mist, which looks like a substance, and there are spiritual stones everywhere. If my Zhenyang Sect also has such a Feng Shui treasure land, why would we worry about not becoming the number one immortal sect in Jiuzhou?"

The unique scenery of this place where inspiration gathers made him overjoyed, as if he was not here as a guest but had already taken this place into his pocket.

“One day, if the immortals from our Zhenyang and Tianji sects come to Yaoguang again, the host and guest will be replaced!”

……

It is not possible to use your fists and feet in the small courtyard, so it is too difficult to practice powerful immortal magic.

Yi Niaoniao pulled Yan Mobai and flew to an empty mountain where they practiced swordsmanship.

In order to look after Li Yulo's practice, she called on her good sister An Xiaoyu to help.

According to An Xiaoyu, the reason why he was willing to help was not because he and Yi Niaoniao were very good friends, but to give Yi Niaoniao face so that she could use up the remaining sword talisman as soon as possible.

Then the little girl lowered her body, crossed her delicate legs, and sat in front of the courtyard gate with a sullen look on her face.

The young sect leader, who always had a blank expression on his face, puffed up his cheeks in front of his best friend, his big wine-red eyes full of resentment.

He had clearly promised to tell her a story yesterday, but this guy left without saying goodbye and went to meet the leader of the Demon Cult...

Because she already has a man, this ungrateful guy doesn't want her anymore!

Yi Niaoniao didn't notice An Xiaoyu's resentment, and thought that she was being cold to her again as before. She turned around and took her master away in a flash, leaving the little girl sitting in front of the courtyard with a wronged look on her face, guarding the little fox in the bedroom that was trying hard to break through.

The sky was clear and one could overlook the scenery for a hundred miles standing on the top of the mountain. Yan Mobai was looking into the distance to the north with the Jade White Sealing Knife on his back, his long snow-white hair fluttering behind him and his black robe rustling in the mountain breeze.

Yi Niaoniao waited obediently by his side with her arm around his. When Yan Mobai looked away, she spoke softly, "Master, whatever technique you want to learn, Niaoniao can teach you."

Previously, Yan Mobai practiced the magic sect's skills, but the magic essence and the immortal essence are as difficult to blend as fire and water, and the skills are even more diametrically opposed. If he wants to use the immortal essence in the sea of ​​​​energy to use magic, he must first understand how to perform the immortal sect's skills.

He thought for a while and didn't intend to embarrass Yi Niaoniao, so he said, "The sect's methods cannot be passed on to outsiders. I heard that Yaoguang's outer sect has some immortal methods that are reserved for others to learn together. I'd like to trouble the fairy to teach me."

"Those? What kind of magic are those..."

Yi Niao Niao widened her eyes. She looked down upon the so-called immortal methods of the outer sect. Although they could be comprehended and practiced without any cost, they were all stuff with a low upper limit. Many promising young people who originally had good talents, because of practicing those immortal methods, ended up stopping at the stage of forming the elixir or even building the essence, and died in depression.

Considering that those immortal methods were released by the Li family, it is hard not to suspect that their original intention was to allow side disciples to practice inferior methods for the sake of temporary benefits and cut off their future immortal path. This would not only suppress side branches and allow the Li family to dominate, but would also give them a reputation for being generous and magnanimous.

In the past, she was powerless to stop Yaoguang’s corruption, but now that she holds the Li family’s talisman, any unbreakable rules become vulnerable. No matter how many human shackles there are, they cannot defeat a short line on the clan order document.

This rotten tree has blocked the progress of the Yaoguang Sect for too long. From now on, she must completely raze it to the ground.

"Elder Li left the Li family talisman to me. Together with the sect leader's talisman, the Yaoguang Sect is now my own, and I am the master's sword spirit. So... the Yaoguang Sect is also the master's, and the secret techniques of the Yaoguang Sect are the master's secret techniques!"

Yi Niaoniao's beautiful amber eyes were full of seriousness, as if with just one word from Yan Mobai, she could pack up the entire Yaoguang Sect and give it to him.

"If Patriarch Yaoguang heard this, he would be so angry that he would crawl out of his coffin."

"The Yaoguang Sect all belongs to the master, and so do the coffin and the founder inside it. Besides, Xiaoyu and Sect Master Qianqiu are here, so if the founder dares to crawl out, we will push him back into the coffin..." Yi Niaoniao said these treasonous words while holding her master's hand.

"Niao Niao will pass on the secret method of the Yaoguang Sect to the master now..."

The soft little hand held Yan Mobai's palm, and he could vaguely hear the girl's gentle breathing. The little head nestled on his shoulder, and a few strands of black hair swayed slightly in the air. The fragrance of gardenia was like tea in a cup, not too strong, but refreshing enough.

Smelling the girl's faint body fragrance, Yan Mobai couldn't help but recall the scene of tossing the petite girl over and over last night. Compared to Li Yulo's stubbornness and show-off, Yi Niao Niao was as docile as an obedient kitten, allowing her master to play with her at will, just biting the bed sheets and whimpering in enjoyment.

I don’t know if it’s because of the secret method of love, but while Yi Niaoniao was hopelessly infatuated with him, Yan Mobai also unknowingly sank into her obedience and dependence. He wanted to hold this girl in his arms forever and heal all the wounds she had suffered in her life.

Before all the complicated and confusing magical powers flooded into his mind, he lowered his face, gently rested his chin on her furry head, and called out softly, "Niao Niao."

The little head below trembled, and the already rapid heartbeat accelerated even more, clear enough for both of them to hear.

After a long time, the girl hummed softly with shyness and joy: "Master..."

Author's Note: Chapter 177 is under review. If you haven't read it, please click me.

Chapter 182: Teaching in the Bamboo Forest

Yan Mobai didn't hear the girl's affectionate response, his consciousness was occupied by the huge divine consciousness that she instilled in him.

According to the magical skills that Niao Niao knew, no matter whether they were inherited from the Yaoguang Sect or not, she instilled them into him in detail. From the most common fasting skills to the big ones like locking the heaven and earth, the world within a stone's throw, and even the method of bestowing destiny, all the methods were clearly reflected in Yan Mobai's mind.

It was not until the sun had moved some distance up in the sky that he came to his senses.

It was also at this time that Yan Mobai realized that he had unconsciously held Yi Niao Niao's soft body tightly in his arms, with his face buried in her hair. The elegant fragrance of a girl's hair appealed to his instincts, and he, who had always been calm and indifferent, unconsciously developed a hint of love for the beautiful person in his arms.

Yi Niaoniao was held in his arms silently, as obedient as a doll, but soft sobs occasionally came out from her cherry lips, her face was flushed, and her skin was frighteningly hot.

The first time you experience sex is the most satisfying time, especially when there is no one around, the sky is bright, and the grass is surging like waves in the wind.

Standing on the top of the mountains, taking in the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, and going to Wushan with your beloved, how many couples dream of such a romance.

But both knew now was not the right time.

Yi Niaoniao lowered her flushed face, and with her small hands she pushed the white-haired boy's chest softly, saying in a tiny voice, "Master... I'm having a little trouble breathing."

The reason why she couldn't breathe was not because she was hugged too tightly and her small chest was pressed against her master, which made it difficult for her to breathe. Instead, it was because she was too close to her cake and had to restrain her desire to eat it, which was really hard for her.

Yan Mobai suppressed his unnecessary thoughts, let go of the soft little thing in his arms, and let her escape from his grasp.

"call……"

Yi Niaoniao was panting rapidly, her legs so weak that she was about to fall, but she still took a few steps back, tidied her hair on her forehead with trembling hands, raised her big amber eyes full of wet mist, tried hard to dispel the faint pink in her eyes, and looked at the white-haired boy clearly.

"Next, I will teach you how to practice these techniques."

Having a technique doesn't mean you can master it quickly.

Simple and easy methods like the Dust Purification Technique and the Fasting Technique were fine, but as for the secret techniques like Sealing the Heaven and Earth and Bringing the World Within Reach, without a master to guide them, even if Yan Mobai had once reached perfection in spiritual cultivation, it would be difficult for him to grasp the key points. Although burying his head in research for several years would not prevent him from failing to gain insight into the techniques, it would be a waste of time.

Yi Niaoniao, who has dabbled in all kinds of martial arts and even studied them in depth for a long time, is the most suitable person to guide him.

"Thank you for your help." He said softly.

"Well...come with me."

Yi Niaoniao pulled Yan Mobai through the woods and came to the place on the top of the mountain where the spiritual energy was the most concentrated. They were surrounded by lush bamboo forests, which formed a green grassland. The sky was blocked by the lush bamboo leaves and became an inverted well. It was quiet and peaceful like a secret garden isolated from the world.

In the middle of the grass stood a small purple wooden table, with an equally small soft mat beside it.

There seemed to be something on the mat. When Yan Mobai approached, he saw that they were some storybooks with pink little people drawn on the title pages.

Yi Niaoniao also saw those stories. She paused, swallowed, and held her master's hand, and unconsciously sweat appeared on her face.

Seeing Yan Mobai picking up a storybook and about to open it, the girl's face turned red, and she mustered up the courage to shout, "Don't look... Don't look!"

She hastily let go of her master's hand, threw herself on the soft mat, and frantically held the script in her arms.

There didn't seem to be many books spread out on the mat, but when the girl held them in her arms, she suddenly realized that there were so many of them. She pressed her soft face against the corners of the books, barely preventing them from falling out of her arms.

Noticing that her master was looking at her in a strange way, Yi Niao's face became increasingly red. Unable to think of how to explain it, she simply steeled herself, endured the pain in her heart, raised her immortal energy, and crushed her favorite pink storybook into ashes.

If her master knew that she was reading the pink storybook, she would at most lose face. But if her master opened the cover and knew what was written in the pink storybook she usually read, he might look at her differently, or even use the perverted tricks in the book to bully her...

Although she loves reading about poor girls in storybooks being bullied in such an inhumane way, it doesn’t mean she likes it.

The girl shook her sleeves vigorously, brushing off the invisible ashes from her body, as if to shake off the shame that was about to overflow in her heart. She coughed, blushed, and tried to pretend that nothing had happened. She looked up at Yan Mobai and said, "The dirt has been cleaned up. Please take a seat, Master."

Yan Mobai saw the weak pleading in her amber eyes, shook his head and smiled, no longer bothering her, lifted his robe and sat down on the soft mat.

The girl sat facing him at the other corner of the soft seat, raised her little hand, and drew a curtain of water in the air.

"Niao Niao will first tell the master about the foundation of my Yaoguang Sect, the Southern Heaven Miaozhen Dao Sutra..."

Her voice was clear and pleasant. Yan Mobai couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had listened to someone teach him and answered his questions like this. It was as if he had returned to his childhood when he sat on a cushion and listened to his teacher's teachings, but the person in front of him was not a stern old man, but a petite, well-behaved and pretty girl.

Yi Niaoniao whispered softly in his ear, and bamboo leaves rustled behind him.

Also because Yaoguang Mountain is the shortest of the Seven Fairy Mountains, there is no bleak cold wind like Yuheng Mountain on the top of the mountain, nor the violent clouds like Tianshu Peak. There is only a drowsy warmth and a faint scent of grass. The sunlight shines through the bamboo branches and leaves, sprinkling in pieces like thin gold. White butterflies flutter around the soft mat and finally land on the girl's hair.

Beauty is like a flower, bees and butterflies flock to it.

After she finished the last word of the Taoist scripture, she tilted her head and caught the white butterfly that was resting on her hair in her hand.

Following the flapping wings of the white butterfly, Yi Niaoniao quietly raised her eyes to look at her master and found that he was still in deep thought, as if he had understood something about the explanation just now.

I haven't been taught by a master for a long time since I was a child, but I didn't expect that I have such talent...

Looking at Yan Mobai's thoughtful expression, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, and at the same time she was happy that she was helping her master.

As the saying goes, once you’ve been a teacher, you’ve become a master. Since she taught her master so much knowledge today, she should be considered his master.

In this way, I would become the master of my master's master. Should my master call me disciple, mistress, or grandmaster in the future... The girl's thoughts wandered, and her slender fingers loosened a little unconsciously. The white butterfly took the opportunity to escape from her clutches and flew to the flowers not far away.

At the same time, an anxious crane cry fell from the sky.

"Master Fairy!"

The crane circled and landed on the grass, transforming into a young woman in palace clothes. She bowed to Yi Niaoniao first, hesitated for a moment, bowed to Yan Mobai, and then said urgently: "If anyone comes, I will shake the light to pay respect to the mountain!"

Chapter 183: Seizing Yaoguang

In a garden on the hillside of Yaoguang Mountain, the lotus pond is rippling, willows on the bank cast shade, and insects and birds are chirping one after another.

"That's unreasonable!"

An angry shout came from the water pavilion, breaking the tranquility of the garden.

Qing Changhuan frowned and left a scorched palm mark on the jade table. The fine ice jade actually ignited a long-lasting red flame.

"I am the chief disciple of the Zhenyang Sect, and I have come with a personal letter from the Sect Leader. According to the etiquette of the sect, Sect Leader Yaoguang should come out to greet me in person. I have been waiting for a long time but no one is around. Could it be that you Yaoguang immortals think you are not my fellow disciples and want to show your power to my Zhenyang and Tianji Sects?"

"Chief Qing, calm down."

Opposite the jade table, a woman in Yaoguang Taoist robes bowed and said in a humble and dignified manner, "The head fairy is traveling outside and can't come back for a while. You two can talk to me first about why you came to Yaoguang."