The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

The morning light outside the window fell into the window and landed on Wen Youqing's face.

With her master by her side, she fell asleep again last night without realizing it.

As the morning light became more and more dazzling, Wen Youqing woke up with a start, felt the traces of tears in the corners of his eyes, and opened his eyes in a daze.

But he found that his master was sitting on a chair beside him with his eyes closed. Pure spiritual energy was lingering around him. With every breath he took, the spiritual sea in his dantian was ebbing and flowing.

Wen Youqing rubbed her eyes, lifted the quilt, looked at the same clothes she was wearing as yesterday, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she felt something was wrong. Why should she breathe a sigh of relief? Shouldn't she sigh?

Doesn't this mean that Master completely treats himself as a child? !

Wen Youqing scratched his head and recalled what happened last night.

Last night, she dreamed of some strange things, including but not limited to strange pillars, strange women, strange words... In short, it was weird.

What did that woman say?

Wen Youqing was a little dazed. Her mind was confused after a nap and she couldn't figure out what had happened or what it meant for a while.

She just had a vague feeling that if she agreed to the exchange with that woman, she would never be able to see her master again.

No matter how you look at it, this is something Wen Youqing cannot accept.

Then the other party is the bad guy.

Don't trade with her!

Biting her lips, Wen Youqing made a decision in her heart that no matter what happened, she must not agree to the woman's request for exchange!

"woke up?"

Just as Wen Youqing gritted his teeth and swore, Jing Yan, who had been practicing with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wen Youqing, whose hair was sticking up because of sleeping, and asked with concern: "How did you sleep?"

"Master, Youqing has had enough sleep!"

Wen Youqing smiled brightly, then frowned, "Why doesn't Master sleep with me?"

Jingyan said nothing.

Faced with this question, he could only respond with silence. After all, the world he traveled through was a serious fairy world. Sleeping with his apprentice seemed perverted and strange no matter how he looked at it or heard it.

We really need to put the plan of replicating the "Physiology and Hygiene Knowledge" course back on the agenda.

It seems that silly child Wen Youqing has almost forgotten it.

Jing Yan sighed helplessly and asked curiously, "What did you dream about last night? It seemed like you were running away from something and you were sweating all over."

"Well."

Wen Youqing thought for a moment, wondering whether he should tell his master about what he dreamed about last night.

But she had a vague feeling in her heart that this was a secret, a secret that belonged only to her, and if she told her master, there would be some very dangerous consequences.

After all, that strange woman didn't look like a simple person. Not only could Wen Youqing not sense her cultivation, he couldn't even sense her existence. In the vision blessed by spiritual energy, the mysterious woman seemed to be non-existent, which was extremely weird.

After thinking it over again and again, Wen Youqing decided not to tell her master the details for the time being. She would tell her master later when she had an idea, so as not to make her master worry.

So, she shook her head.

"I dreamed of a strange bad woman, but it's nothing."

"Strange bad woman?" Jing Yan nodded slightly, "Did you dream about your Grandmaster Yun Su?"

Wen Youqing: “…”

Why do I think of Master Yunsu when I think of a bad woman master? What a weird stereotype!

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Jing Yan shook his head. After realizing what he had said, he even amused himself.

"If you don't want to tell me, forget it. Everyone has secrets."

He rubbed Wen Youqing's messy hair and spoke softly.

"No, no!"

Wen Youqing stammered, "I didn't hide any secrets from Master..."

But she remembered that she had been hiding her rebirth from her master, so she added softly, "Probably?"

"It's normal to have secrets, it's nothing."

Jingyan is not the type of person who likes to get to the bottom of things.

Moreover, it is normal for geniuses like Wen Youqing and Luo Li, who have cultivated at an extremely fast speed, to have some rare treasures. Even if someone told him that there were scriptures of the white-bearded grandfather hidden in their spirit rings, he would not be surprised, but would only think it was extremely reasonable.

So he reached out and tapped Wen Youqing's little head.

"Tell me when you want to."

"Now, hurry up and get up and change your clothes. Today we have to attend the Millennium Celebration of the Demon Cult Pope's Enthronement."

"Oh."

Wen Youqing responded in a low voice, frowning as she looked at her clothes which were still intact.

What should I do if my master’s moral standards are too high?

How can we lower Master's moral standards?

......

......

White mist emerged from the teacup and emerald green tea leaves floated on the water.

Jing Yan sat in the living room and took a sip of the tea in the cup.

He was wearing a white robe. He didn't know when it started, but the white robe seemed to have become his default skin. Jing Yan always liked to wear white clothes.

Even today's dinner invited by the Pope is no exception. The main theme is a straight male aesthetic, simple and generous.

He was waiting for Wen Youqing.

Not long after, a slight noise was heard from the guest room in the distance. It was the sound of a door being pushed open, coming from Wen Youqing's room.

She stuck her head out and looked at Jingyan.

The girl's black hair was tied up and tied into a strand next to her ear, then coiled together with a red ribbon.

The remaining hair fell from her side face, covering the girl's fair neck vaguely.

Wen Youqing stuck his head out and blinked, and said to Jing Yan who was drinking tea in the distance: "Master, is this okay for me?"

Jing Yan had never seen Wen Youqing take care of her hairstyle like this.

He also didn't know how to braid a girl's hair. The hairstyle in front of him was the one Wen Youqing had done herself.

Wen Youqing's cheeks flushed slightly, and even Luo Li, who was reborn with her, widened her eyes in surprise when she saw her at this moment, and asked her in astonishment when she started to go for the cute style.

This was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had braided her hair like this.

I secretly saw it from Master Yunsu’s fashion magazine.

Wen Youqing didn't know why she had to do this. Maybe it was a dream, or maybe her master didn't care about her while she was in a coma, which hurt the girl's self-esteem. In short, Wen Youqing decided to change her style.

Just consider it as giving the Pope some face!

When the dinner comes, I must eat a lot to replenish the energy I have used up now!

"Master, does this look good?"

Jing Yan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and nodded.

"nice."

"That's good."

Wen Youqing breathed a sigh of relief, raised a pure and lovely smile, and put her head back into the house.

I was thinking...which skirt should I wear today?

193. Monument without words (Happy New Year!)

Wen Youqing finally chose a sky-blue dress with a ribbon hem.

When the girl finished her makeup and stood before him, Jing Yan was a little dazed.

Who would have thought that this extremely lovely girl in front of him was actually a little girl who used to hug him and act coquettishly.

"Does it look good?"

Wen Youqing lifted up her skirt, walked around in a circle, and asked Jing Yan.

A bow was tied around her chest with a ribbon of a different color, which slightly concealed her already plump chest. Her crystal white jade-like skin was faintly pink, like mutton-fat jade, so pure that it seemed to be translucent.

The girl's skirt spun in the air, creating fluttering fireworks. The smile on her face was very pure. Jing Yan seemed to have never seen a girl as simple as Wen Youqing.

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and nodded.

"good-looking."

"really?"

There was an unconcealable joy on Wen Youqing's face. She quickly ran to her master, as if she wanted her master to see her more carefully.

"Who is prettier, me or Master Yunsu?"

For some reason, the person Wen Youqing is most wary of now is not Luo Li, but the master who does nothing all day and only acts like a spoiled child.

Jing Yan was stumped by this question.

He thought for a moment and decided to give up the opportunity to answer the question directly, and instead talked about something else.

"Your good looks are not the same as your Grandmaster Yun Su's. I don't think there's any need to compare them."

"Ok?"

Wen Youqing narrowed his eyes, as if asking further questions.

"Speak now, Master, just tell me who is good-looking~"

"Since you have packed everything, let's get ready to go." Jing Yan perfectly ignored Wen Youqing's coquettish request, stood up and walked to the screen.

"There's not much time left before the celebration begins. We should go."

"Bad Master!"

Wen Youqing bit her lips and followed Jing Yan angrily, like a punching bag.

Looking at her master's empty hand, she couldn't help but ran over quickly and put her hand in her master's hand.

"Although he is a bad master, who makes me like him?"

She whispered to Jingyan.

Jingyan gave a bitter smile.

"Just love the Master, but don't like him."

"Humph."

Wen Youqing snorted softly.

no answer.

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......

Not everyone in the world is qualified to know the name of the current Pope.

Even the ordinary demons in Nanposo Continent do not know her exact name. Only the ministers who are deeply trusted in the court are qualified to know the name of the current Pope.

Although ordinary people do not know the Pope's name, they know one thing.

The current Pope's surname is Ji.

This was not the reason Ji Qixue announced to the world after he ascended the throne, but because from ancient times to the present, for tens of thousands of years, all the popes had the surname Ji.

This is the surname of the most ancient god-king who was exiled by the gods.