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

Wen Youqing lost both his parents when he was young and was raised by his grandfather in the clan, so he naturally fits the bill perfectly.

The second is "good looking".

For Wen Youqing, this was naturally an easy win.

After all, whether it is a sense of immersion or a sense of excitement, a flawless facial feature is a must.

Her appearance can be as stunning as the moon or as stunning as a whole country. The kind of beauty that even dogs on the street would chase after for three blocks when they see her.

If a person's facial features are abstract but he can still be the son of destiny, that's not a fantasy novel, that's Journey to the West!

Then came the “breakup”.

This kind of lightning-strike plot at the opening of a fantasy novel is like a seal that awakens the protagonist's fate.

It can be said that the child of destiny who has not experienced a broken engagement is not a mature child of destiny.

Humiliation, forbearance, sedimentation, see you at the top!

It is these things that make the protagonist's life so amazing.

Although Wen Youqing has never been broken off from an engagement, she does have an engagement!

Considering her current situation in the family, breaking off the engagement was only a matter of time.

The last one.

"There is a special master."

Speaking of this, Jingyan is no longer sleepy.

Isn't this talking about himself?

As a gifted genius + time traveler + villain who turned from darkness to light, Jing Yan felt that he was qualified to be called special.

The only downside is the lack of a system.

Otherwise, it would be a rare case, and he would even doubt whether he was the chosen one.

The breeze blew through the bamboo curtains, and Jing Yan relaxed his tense body and slowly exhaled.

With this experience and this character, is it possible that Wen Youqing is not the child of destiny?

As the saying goes, when one person succeeds, the whole family will benefit.

All the natural treasures, cultivation techniques, magic stones and magic weapons, just throw them at Wen Youqing with all your might.

And we should start from humanistic care, mental health, physical education and many other aspects to prevent this child from growing up astray and becoming a big witch who betrays her teachers and ancestors.

From the spiritual, material, and communication aspects, he made Wen Youqing understand that her master was really good to her!

When she achieves enlightenment, will she still betray her master and ancestors and not care about the kindness of her master?

This wave is stable.

Jing Yan didn't know how he lost.

Fast forward to popping champagne.

Then, the Scripture spoke sternly and taught:

"Remember, the world of immortal cultivation is very dangerous. If you encounter a stranger who looks arrogant in the future, it is best not to provoke him if you can."

"Remember?"

"what?"

Wen Youqing was stunned for a moment.

Are these three pieces of trash worthy of your attention?

If it were in her previous life, she probably wouldn't even blink an eye and would just kill them with a wave of her hand and scatter their ashes.

But things are no longer the same.

Now I am just a small scumbag at the fifth level of Qi training.

She kept this grudge in mind first.

If I am lucky enough to meet you in the future, I will definitely not show mercy, I will chop you into pieces, cut you into pieces, and wipe you out completely...

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!

Wen Youqing quickly interrupted his own wild thoughts.

Why are we back to fighting again?

Didn’t you promise to turn a deaf ear to the world and only care about your master?

Wen Youqing, ah Wen Youqing, what Master needs is a perfect Taoist partner who is gentle, caring, and understanding.

But she is not a female devil who wants to kill other people's families at any time.

Calm down, think, and be at peace!

I am still young now and have a long way to go in the future, so I cannot reveal my little thoughts.

Thinking of this, Wen Youqing blinked, and a look of clear stupidity returned to his face.

He whispered:

"Oh, yeah, then I'll run away when I see them."

"That's right."

Jing Yan smiled gently and stroked Wen Youqing's hair gently.

The look he gave her became more and more satisfied.

As expected of a girl destined for heaven, she has a very clear understanding. As long as she survives, she will be able to become an emperor.

Why fight to the death? When you cultivate immortality, you are not only cultivating immortality, but also cultivating the ways of the world.

2. Senior sister will solve your problem

The sun is setting in the west and dusk is approaching.

Wen Youqing reluctantly bid farewell to his master, walked out of the school, and came to a secluded valley alone.

There are ferns all around, and in the center of the valley is a clear pool of water.

This was the place where she often used to relax in her previous life.

Taking off her boots and soaking her fair calves in the cool water, Wen Youqing stared at her reflection in the water and couldn't help frowning.

When I was a child...did I look so stupid?

The girl looked at her barren breasts again and couldn't help pouting.

In my current condition, how can I raise the next generation for my master?

You will get malnourished!

It was obvious that I was very big in my previous life!

At what age does the body begin to develop?

The girl frowned on her cold face and fell into deep thought, recalling her past life.

She was born in a remote small town.

Perhaps this town was big enough for her when she was young.

Pharmacies, inns, brothels, post stations...

There were new things that she had never seen before, and everything was so novel and interesting to the young girl.

If nothing unexpected happens, Wen Youqing's life will end up staying there, leading an ordinary and mundane life.

day to day.

But every story has a twist.

I still remember it was a rainy day and Wen Youqing was trapped in the pavilion of the old bridge.

She lay on the stone fence, her eyelashes trembling slightly, watching the thread-like raindrops fall into the water and disappear into thin air.

Jing Yan, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, noticed her.

Since then, her life has taken a turn.

Wen Youqing didn't know why Jing Yan wanted to accept her as his disciple, but she didn't care.

The young girl was concerned about the flying sword rising into the sky and was attentive to the immortals floating in the clouds.

She saw the wider world and immersed herself in it.

Thinking of this, Wen Youqing swung her legs, and her tender feet created sparkling water splashes in the pool.

She recalled the first time her master taught her sword.

The master's hand gently held hers and he lifted the hilt of the sword slightly. She could still smell the reassuring bamboo scent at the tip of her nose.

I thought of the night I came of age.

She and her master sat on the top of the mountain. Her master was gazing at the starry sky with a smile on his face.

I stared at my master's profile all night.

I recalled eavesdropping on the gathering of my junior sisters.

Listening to them discussing how to gain the master's favor, she, as the eldest sister, showed disdain.

Wen Youqing blinked and pouted.

She vaguely remembered that her master's initial teachings were to hope that she would become a positive person who was kind-hearted and respectful to teachers.

But I seem to have deviated from this original intention.

Within just a few years of her apprenticeship, her notoriety spread far and wide, and she could even stop children from crying at night.

Wen Youqing knew he was wrong.

But it just doesn’t change.

Because it's really cool to be a witch who doesn't follow the rules.

What happens next is also very simple.

Wen Youqing's cultivation became more and more advanced, so advanced that no one dared to point fingers at her anymore.

She planned to go back to see her master.

Because now she no longer needs to care about secular ethics or other people's opinions. She has the capital to be reckless, and that is the power to make people shut up.

She had thousands of words she wanted to say to her master.

Tell the love in your heart.

But the next time I saw my master, it was in a courtyard covered with snow.

The plum blossoms are blooming silently, white as snow and red as blood.

The master lay quietly in the coffin, his face pale.

She's late.

The master is dead.

It was as if there were bells ringing in my head, making me feel groggy.

Wen Youqing rubbed his dizzy forehead.

All memories up to this point are gone.

How did the master die, what happened, and what did I do.

She didn't remember any of this.

But Wen Youqing only had one feeling.

She was the one who killed the master.

The feeling was extremely intense and painful, and the remaining feeling was ruthlessly whipping her.