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

"Um?!"

However, Jiang Zuimeng could not help but be shocked by the scene before him.

How could my master have such a cute expression that only a young girl in love would have? !

No! Xiao Wuyou is talking to Master...?!

But when she blinked, she found that her master was as aloof as ever, standing with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Wuyou stood far away on the other side, looking normal.

...Maybe I saw it wrong.

Except for Jiang Zuimeng, no one saw clearly what had just happened. They were just immersed in the joy of victory.

Several sect leaders paid their respects to Bei Ming Long Yue one after another, congratulating him on the great victory, and then they could not help but ask about the details of what had happened.

"May I ask Sword Immortal, did you know that the Seven Demon Sects would attack, so you made the plan in advance? But why didn't you inform us? If the Sword Immortal gave the order, how could we not obey?!"

Ouyang Jiulong asked three questions in a row, but Bei Ming Longyue remained silent.

Facing the expressionless sword master, everyone was silent and no one dared to speak.

Ouyang Jiulong then said awkwardly: "I just asked casually, Master Sword Immortal, please don't blame me."

Not only the righteous monks, Xiao Wuyou also asked curiously: "Little Grandmaster, what's wrong?"

The young master then replied in a faint voice: "...I don't know how to explain it."

Xiao Wuyou felt ashamed.

He had forgotten that the young master was actually not very good at this kind of situation.

Everyone knows that Bei Ming Long Yue is a dull person, but few people know that she is not only unsociable, but also not good at socializing.

So Xiao Wuyou stepped in to save the situation: "Let me help you solve your doubts."

The monks of Juejian Sect felt strangely familiar. The great elder Mu Rong hesitated and said, "It's rare, all this..."

"That's right, all of this was planned by our little... Grandmaster!"

"She had already anticipated that the Demon Emperor would attack, so she sneaked into the city to catch the Demon Emperor off guard!"

The monks nodded repeatedly.

"But if we were informed in advance and had the four major sects cooperated, wouldn't we be able to further expand the results of the battle?" Ouyang Jiulong still didn't quite understand and raised his doubts carefully.

Of course, he didn't dare to really question the Sword Immortal of Longyue. Besides, he had already won the battle, so there was nothing to worry about.

But Ouyang Jiulong always felt that something was strange...

Xiao Wuyou took a quick glance and understood that, apart from the Juejian Sect, which unconditionally trusted the Junior Grandmaster, the other three sect leaders all had some doubts to varying degrees.

However, he already had a countermeasure.

"Please forgive me, if I inform you in advance, the news will inevitably leak out. If the demons are on guard, this battle will be difficult to succeed."

"By then, we won't be able to severely damage the Demon Emperor in one go, and the fight between good and evil will last for who knows how many years, which will only make my fellow Taoists suffer." Xiao Wuyou said sincerely.

The eyes of several clan leaders turned red.

Don’t be fooled by the sword fairy’s petite figure, he has such a broad mind!

It stands to reason that the higher one's cultivation level, the harder it is to understand the hardships of the lower-level cultivators.

But Bei Ming Long Yue actually not only cared about the disciples of Jue Jian Sect, but also cared about the righteousness of the world. How could they not admire him? !

"Thank you, Sword Immortal Longyue, for thinking about the righteousness of the world!" Ouyang Jiulong took the lead, and the three sect leaders immediately bowed deeply to the young master.

Chapter 79: Success and Fame

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"Thank you, Sword Fairy of Longyue!"

All the monks shouted in unison.

Since the three sect leaders all performed such a great ceremony, how could the other cultivators not bow down?

He has great cultivation and is kind-hearted. Just now, he saved them from danger.

This time, they were convinced.

"this......"

When the young master saw the respectful looks from everyone, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

This was not the first time she had been saluted. But in the past, except for the monks of the Absolute Sword Sect, the eyes of others looked at her with only fear and hatred, not from the heart.

The current situation isn't so bad.

The only flaw is that I'm the only one basking in everyone's admiration.

"However, this is not my own achievement alone."

Bei Ming Long Yue said this and looked at Xiao Wu You beside him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks' eyes also turned over.

"Were all the plans for this battle made by Xiao Wuyou?"

"Young Master?!" Xiao Wuyou was shocked.

No need to brag about it, right?

It would have been fine in the past, but this battle involved the entire demonic world, and even the Demon Emperor took action personally. To be honest, he didn't think the righteous powers would believe him, so he had been downplaying his presence.

Besides, I am just taking advantage of the prophecy to fish in troubled waters.

Unexpectedly, the young master's next words were even more shocking.

"If Xiao Wuyou hadn't made a move, I would have been defeated long ago."

"this?!"

All the monks in the room were in an uproar, finding it hard to believe these words.

Many cultivators saw the scene where Xiao Wuyou risked his life to throw himself at the Sword Immortal. They had some vague guesses, but they didn't dare to think about it. How could Xiao Wuyou overturn the outcome of the battle between the two top immortals with his own strength? !

"What do you mean, Sword Immortal..." Ouyang Jiulong was confused by these words.

The young master seemed to think that his words were not clear enough, and further explained: "If it weren't for Xiao Wuyou, I would definitely lose."

The defeat of the Sword Immortal means the defeat of justice in the battle between good and evil!

In other words, Xiao Wuyou reversed the defeat of the entire righteous forces and truly turned the tide!

"The young are to be feared, and they have a backhand that can be used to defend themselves!" Ouyang Jiulong was a little unsteady on his feet.

"I told you that Xiao Wuyou has a bright future, but you still don't believe me!" The great elder Fan Rong laughed so hard that his beard became crooked.

"The number one genius in the righteous path is undoubtedly Xiao Wuyou." Zhang Chunxiao couldn't help but sigh.

Let alone the number one genius of the righteous path, let alone the number one genius of the righteous path throughout the ages, let alone the most powerful people of the righteous path in the world, who has the ability to lend a helping hand to the Sword Immortal?

"The righteous path was able to win, and we are able to survive until now, all thanks to Senior Brother." Ouyang Jing said with tears in his eyes from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks around him also became excited.

That’s right, if Xiao Wuyou hadn’t been there, they wouldn’t know how many people would have died when the Demon Emperor attacked. If Xiao Wuyou hadn’t been there, the Sword Immortal would have been defeated, the Righteous Path would have been defeated, and who knows how many people would have died!

Facing peerless powers like the Demon Emperor and the Heavenly Demon, Xiao Wuyou felt that he had to risk his life to fight. How much courage does that take? !

Regardless of talent, wisdom, or character, who would dare to forget this life-saving grace? !

Ouyang Jing immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Xiao Wuyou.

Looking around, all the righteous monks, following Ouyang Jing, were convinced and bowed deeply to Xiao Wuyou with gratitude.

"We would like to thank Senior Brother Zhengdao. Please accept our greetings!"

Xiao Wuyou took a deep breath and waved his hands repeatedly with a dry laugh: "No need, no need."

Others may not know, but he himself understands it.

This time, the Demon Emperor came for himself and his junior master. To be honest, he felt a little sorry for his good brothers in the righteous path for dragging them into this battle.

I'm just trying to save my young master. Don't be so self-indulgent. You're making me feel embarrassed!

But the young master beside him frowned slightly and whispered: "Don't be modest, this is what you deserve."

In her mind, it would not be an exaggeration for Xiao Wuyou to be worshipped by the whole world.

This scene was seen by all the powerful people of the righteous path.

In terms of seniority, they were not afraid to meet Xiao Wuyou.

However, their admiration for Xiao Wuyou is no less than that of other cultivators.

The Sword Immortal is so optimistic about Xiao Wuyou, why should they remain silent?

"Wuyou, you are good in every way except that you are too modest!" said the great elder Fan Rong, shaking his head.

"That's right, you have made such great achievements that it is not an exaggeration to be passed down through the ages. You can just hold your head high!" Ouyang Jiulong said sternly.

"no......"

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but want to explain, but he had no chance at all. He was directly brought in front of everyone by the four sect leaders.

Ouyang Jiulong immediately shouted: "Xiao Wuyou's wisdom and courage, defeated the evil scheme of the demon, and risked his life to help the sword fairy turn the defeat around and seize the opportunity for victory for the righteous path in the world!"

"The first prodigy of the righteous path, well-deserved!"

All the monks cheered in unison: "Well-deserved!!!"

Xiao Wuyou looked at the cheering crowd with some distress, but there was nothing he could do.

He was not very happy to be the number one prodigy in the righteous path.

The more you jump, the faster you die. You tried to keep a low profile as much as possible, but you still attracted the assassination of the demon. If you do this, won't you cause more trouble?

What's more, his luck has been exhausted now, and it is still unknown whether he can keep this position.

I just want to live a peaceful and stable life, take advantage of the boss's luck, have a good time, sleep well and eat a gigolo. Why is it so difficult?

Just as he was struggling with the issue, Xiao Wuyou caught a glimpse of the satisfied look in the young master's eyes as he was looking at him, and was slightly stunned.

The tenderness on the girl's face warmed his heart.

Ten thousand years ago, the two of them stayed in seclusion in a dilapidated hut, relying on each other for survival.

But the young master doesn’t really not care about loneliness or the world’s criticism.

Forget it, since the young master likes it, it’s not bad to show off occasionally.

Xiao Wuyou gave up explaining and returned a slight salute to the monks.

"From now on, please follow me to fight against demons and defend the Way!"

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In the valley where thunder and lightning were roaring, a figure in a black robe with holes all over his body stumbled down from the sky.

"I am incompetent and have lost to those two again. Please punish me, sir!"

To him, all lies are meaningless. Only by being honest can he hope to be forgiven.

From above the dark clouds, a mysterious whisper was heard, from whom it was unknown whether it was a man or a woman, but it carried the power to shock the mind.

"No problem."

"Xiao Wuyou is extraordinary, and it is not that easy for him to die. But his power is meaningless in this era of scarce luck."

The demon hesitated for a moment, and finally said tremblingly: "Actually, something went wrong."

"The growth rate of the four children of destiny is far beyond expectations. Even Liu Feiyan, who has the lowest cultivation level, has reached the Golden Core Great Perfection!"

There was silence in the sky for a moment, but then he said disdainfully: "So what?"

"But they are just lingering. In three years, until they grow up..."

"Not only that. Even Bei Ming Long Yue's strength has recovered to its peak!" Tian Mo covered the crack in his mask, recalling the sword that looked like the falling moon. He trembled uncontrollably, and black liquid overflowed from the cracks all over his body.

This was the second time he felt the fear of death since the war a thousand years ago.

As soon as these words were spoken, the sky fell silent.

Chapter 80 About Luck