I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

At this moment, the young monks witnessed the legend they had heard since childhood reappear in the world, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

They have never seen Bei Ming Long Yue, but if to the older generation of powerful people, Bei Ming Long Yue is the most awe-inspiring person, then to them, Xiao Wu You is the most awe-inspiring person!

"Don't worry, my friend Wuyou. We will never forget your kindness in keeping us safe for a thousand years!"

"Although we have not seen with our own eyes what the Sword Immortal did, Chief of the Absolute Sword Sect, we will remember it in our hearts!"

Xiao Wuyou nodded slowly, then stepped on the dragon and floated above the clouds, returning to Bei Ming Longyue's side.

It was at this moment that Bei Ming Long Yue stared at him blankly, her lips trembling as she whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Xiao Wu You?"

"I am here."

Bei Ming Long Yue was in a trance.

How could I forget?

"Young Master, I told you that everything that happened ten thousand years ago will never happen again. Are you satisfied?" Seeing that Bei Ming Longyue's eyes were a little dim, Xiao Wuyou took Bei Ming Longyue's soft hand and led her to look down.

Bei Ming Long Yue looked at the thousands of cultivators below who were praising the name of the Sword Immortal, and it seemed as if he had returned to that day ten thousand years ago.

Just at this moment, no one will get hurt anymore.

Although the world is vast, there is always a place for them to stay.

When it comes to the name of the Sword Immortal, all that's left is admiration and praise.

Once upon a time, she thought she would never get all this.

I am grateful to those who have supported the Juejian Sect.

Everything in front of me seems both familiar and strange, like a beautiful yet fragile dream.

"I just remembered..."

"Remembered what...!?" Xiao Wuyou looked back and found that his young master was staring at the crowd below in a daze, shedding two lines of tears. He was at a loss for what to do.

Why is the little master crying? !

Should we say that she is worthy of it? She even had no expression on her face when she shed tears, so much so that Xiao Wuyou was not sure whether she was crying for real or fake.

"Stop, stop crying, okay?" Xiao Wuyou was about to bend down to help the young master wipe his tears, but was grabbed by the other party by the sleeve.

Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes were more serious than ever before: "Xiao Wu You, is this really you?"

At this moment, Xiao Wuyou thought of a possibility and his heartbeat accelerated.

For the young master, there is only one person whom she values ​​so much.

Could it be that this is not my first life since I traveled through time? !

Xiao Wuyou also looked at the young master seriously and asked nervously: "Young master, have you seen me before?"

Chapter 33: The Luck of the Young Master

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Just a few seconds of silence made Xiao Wuyou feel tormented.

But this answer caught him off guard.

"No."

"Ah? But you just..."

"I just didn't expect that you handled it well. You deserve praise." Bei Ming Longyue silently tiptoed and reached out to touch Xiao Wuyou's head.

Xiao Wuyou suddenly felt as if he was being treated perfunctorily and felt weak.

"Thanks."

At this time, a voice as vague as smoke and as clear as a bell came from my ears.

The young master seemed like a different person, with an expression that was even more gentle and peaceful than Yun'er's.

At this moment, a moon-like aura shone from the young master's body and slowly flowed towards Xiao Wuyou.

Xiao Wuyou was dazed for a moment, but then he smiled knowingly.

As long as the young master is happy, why should I care so much?

There's no point in worrying about something you can't get an answer to.

Now is the time to check your luck!

First, the prophecy scene shows that although the future battle between Young Master and Demon Emperor still exists, it is obviously much darker than before, which means that the efforts have finally paid off!

Then there was luck. But after a closer look, Xiao Wuyou was stunned.

There was only a slight trace of luck coming from the young master's body!

No way? So much? Even if it was less before, it would still be several drops if converted into liquid form! With such a small amount of luck, it can only be one drop at most? !

Could it be that the little master is too small to squeeze out? !

Xiao Wuyou looked back at the Junior Master and Tushan Momo. Although they were about the same height, the latter's figure was obviously much better developed than the Junior Master's.

The young master turned around and found Xiao Wuyou looking at him. He felt inexplicably unhappy and frowned.

Forget it, after all, it is the luck of the young master, maybe it will have some unexpected effect?

Now that the commotion is over and the righteous competition is continuing, Xiao Wuyou has some free time to study his luck.

According to previous practice, he can convert gaseous energy into liquid in his body for easy counting and storage.

However, as soon as he transformed into gaseous state, he felt a powerful spiritual power spreading in his body.

After the moon-white energy turned into liquid, it seemed to be able to continue changing.

Xiao Wuyou continued to stimulate his luck, and then, the moon-white luck burst into light, transforming into four different colors of luck in his body that continued to drip down!

The golden, dark blue, pink and dark purple luck, under the nourishment of the moonlight, actually replenished a full ten drops each!

As if sensing this abundant power of luck, the four magic swords in the ring began to become restless, like hungry little birds.

Xiao Wuyou almost couldn't hold back his joy.

I thought that there would be no more than ten drops of luck at most, but this time there are so many. In the words of a certain Yunlong, I have never fought such a rich battle!

If it is not transformed into the four-color luck, and the moon-white luck is directly activated, how strong will the effect be? !

Alas, this is not a little master, this is clearly a little rich woman!

"Junior Master, just tell me what you want to eat tonight." Xiao Wuyou said to the Junior Master with great sincerity, leaving the latter puzzled.

Since the commotion caused by the Qin family, no accidents have occurred on the field.

In the evening, in Yingyue Pavilion, the famous and righteous sects headed by the four major sects held a grand dinner.

Immortal cultivators are also human beings. They fight and kill during the day and eat and drink at night. That’s all.

However, the exchange dinner was still relatively casual. It was not a grand exchange banquet between sects, but more like a stall held in a restaurant.

Everyone voluntarily sat at the round tables, eating, drinking, chatting and laughing without any restraint.

But when there are more people, there are more topics to talk about.

Liu Feiyan won the first place in the Absolute Sword Sect competition today as she wished, and naturally caused a stir wherever she went. Su Lanyu, as a famous Lingbo Fairy, was a must-see, and even Tushan Momo, as the Demon King, attracted much attention. In addition, Xiao Wuyou himself, the few of them sitting together were particularly eye-catching, attracting many cultivators to visit and meet them.

Xiao Wuyou himself didn’t care, but he was a little worried about his junior master.

She just drastically lowered her aura. Normally, it would be no problem for her to hide in the crowd, but now she was the focus of the crowd and she could no longer hide.

"Brother Xiao, who is this?" Ouyang Jing asked about the young master's body movements after just a few words.

"Um, this is Yue'er. My new junior sister." It's not a good idea to use the same tricks as the daughter of the sword fairy when dealing with outsiders, so as not to attract undue attention.

Upon hearing this, the young master put down her chopsticks, looked over, and nodded obediently in cooperation, really looking a bit like the young master sister.

Was this considered a roundabout way of taking advantage of the young master? The scene before him made Xiao Wuyou feel deeply magical.

"Oh, Brother Xiao's junior sister, she must be quite talented!" Ouyang Jing was very excited when he heard this and looked at the young grandmaster curiously.

The young master took a sip of the spiritual tea before slowly saying, "He has decent talent and knows a thing or two about swordsmanship."

At this time, Ci Hui, who was passing by, heard the conversation and came up to them with great interest: "Little guy, you've made a lot of money!"

She patted the young master's shoulder without any hesitation: "Learn well from Xiao Wuyou, and you will definitely have a good future!"

Xiao Wuyou's mouth twitched slightly.

She's still learning from me. I can't wait to learn from her!

Bei Ming Long Yue's expression paused when he heard this. His eyes darkened and he stared at Ci Hui quietly.

Little one? Girls nowadays are so rude...

"Oh, Senior Brother Xiao's junior sister is so cute!"

However, this was not the end yet. Zhang Caiwei, who was passing by, also came over to talk to her. When she saw Bei Ming Longyue, she was stunned and her heart tightened as if it had been electrocuted.

"Is there something?" Bei Ming Long Yue looked at the green-haired elder sister in front of him and suddenly felt a chill.

"What a lovely child!"

Then, without waiting for Bei Ming Long Yue to react, Zhang Caiwei pounced on her and held her in her arms.

The girl's face was deeply immersed in that indescribable majestic chest.

Looking at all this, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Ouyang Jing is fine, but Cihui and Zhang Caiwei's actions are definitely an offense to our young master!

Should we tell them the truth?...

Xiao Wuyou clearly saw that the young master who was trapped in the waves clenched his fists.

Never mind, I hope they are okay. Xiao Wuyou prayed silently, pretending he didn't see it.

Xiao Wuyou was observing a moment of silence for the two girls when the lights suddenly went out and Yingyue Pavilion fell into silent darkness.

Immediately afterwards, melodious music sounded from the direction of the stage.

Also floating along with the music was a mysterious purple Taoist rhythm!

All the monks in the room were intrigued by this extraordinary art of music.

If the music is just a foil, then what about the charm of the dancer who is the protagonist?

Zhang Caiwei finally had her fill, bypassed the little master who was about to get a stitch in the side, and said to Xiao Wuyou: "By the way, Senior Brother Xiao, come to think of it, the person on the stage is someone you know."

"An acquaintance?" Xiao Wuyou had a vague guess.

As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Feiyan and Su Lanyu stood up at the same time, protecting Xiao Wuyou behind them while looking at the stage vigilantly.

Even Tushan Momo put down her chopsticks, held a bean paste bun in her mouth and hugged Xiao Wuyou's thighs tightly.

Then, accompanied by loud music, in the dark night, a graceful outline vaguely emerged in the center of the stage.

Chapter 34 Ye Qingmeng vs Liu Feiyan

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In the deep night, in the center of the stage, a graceful silhouette vaguely emerged.

A slender toe with purple nail polish slowly landed on the stage, like a purple water lily, quietly blooming.

Then, the music started again, the black skirt fluttered, and the three thousand black hair flowed like ink.

The girl was wearing a belly-exposing dance dress, and her slender waist and fair belly swayed to the music. Her slender limbs were stretched out, showing the softness of her skin and her proud curves.

Unfortunately, the girl's face was covered with a dark veil, making it difficult to see her true appearance.

But it is precisely because of this that it is even more mysterious and inspiring.

The charm between her eyebrows and eyes alone is enough to captivate people. Who knows how beautiful she is!

When the song ends, people are either immersed in the girl's graceful dance, unable to extricate themselves, or stare at the exposed skin under the cool outfit, feeling restless.

At this moment, the dancer boldly walked towards the crowd with her slender bare feet and smooth thighs.

If it was in a brothel, I'm afraid the spectators would have long since resisted the temptation and would have eaten it alive.

But at this moment, the righteous gentlemen became not so righteous.

"May I ask your name, young lady? I am a disciple of the Black Water Sect, Li Fang. May I..."

The young man stopped abruptly.