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

Forget it, Wuyou is determined to do this, how can I hold him back? Now, I'd better wait quietly.

Chapter 11: I didn't understand, but I was shocked

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Isolated from the world, leisurely and quiet, with only carefree daily life to accompany him, all of this made Bei Ming Long Yue feel as if he had gone back ten thousand years.

However, Xiao Wuyou is different now than he was back then.

Bei Ming Long Yue was very pleased that he was practicing harder.

But she cared about something else.

For some reason, Xiao Wuyou's eyes became clearer.

Ten thousand years ago, Bei Ming Long Yue could feel the subtle gaze lingering on her neck, wrists, legs and feet. But now Xiao Wu You is concentrating on practicing hard, without any nostalgia, which makes Bei Ming Long Yue inexplicably lonely.

The morning mist made the secret place look like a poem and a painting. The mist was thick, and the mountains and lakes were company. The swordsman in white was swinging the wooden sword methodically. Xiao Wuyou's figure was not strong, but it was strong enough to support a sword robe, showing a well-proportioned male curve, which was very attractive.

In the thin morning light, that focused expression was like a piece of warm jade, with a mysterious magic that made Bei Ming Long Yue unable to take his eyes off it for a long time.

Bei Ming Long Yue felt a sense of melancholy, and missed more and more the time when that gaze swept quietly over her.

"Little Grandmaster?"

".........."

"Young Master? Is there something wrong with my training?"

Bei Ming Long Yue suddenly realized. Fortunately, her expression remained the same as usual. Even if she was in a daze, no one could tell the difference.

"Nothing. You have been practicing well recently." Bei Ming Long Yue replied indifferently.

In fact, it is more than good. With the blessing of luck, Xiao Wuyou has already reached the great perfection of Nascent Soul and is only half a step away from Divine Transformation.

He was the best swordsman in the world back then, but it took him a full hundred years to reach the state of spiritual transformation.

Thinking of this, Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but sigh again: "Better than I was back then."

"Look at what you said. I rely on luck for everything." Xiao Wuyou was modest in words but frank on his face, smiling from ear to ear.

That smile, more handsome than the mountains and rivers, made Bei Ming Long Yue lose her mind again.

In fact, in her opinion, being able to stimulate luck is the most amazing thing. In the past ten thousand years, there have been great powers who have entered the realm of refining emptiness and half a step to becoming immortal, but Xiao Wuyou is the only one who can use luck to such an extent.

"But it seems I've reached my limit." Xiao Wuyou was a little distressed.

In the past few days, he had probably used up half of his luck reserves before he reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul.

But now, no matter how much luck he activated, his cultivation could not be improved. This feeling did not seem like suppression from the heavens, but just a simple bottleneck.

Bei Ming Long Yue said sternly: "Cultivation has its limits after all. To break through to the Spiritual Transformation stage, the test of life and death is indispensable."

"So, next..."

Bei Ming Long Yue was halfway through his words when he suddenly turned around and glanced into the distance.

Xiao Wuyou looked in that direction and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

As expected of Momo, by the time she reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, her illusions had become so ingenious that even she herself couldn’t see through them—if it weren’t for the line of luck that spanned the entire lake.

"You practice first."

Bei Ming Long Yue lightly tapped her jade feet, leaped up, and touched the edge of the lake again. She easily jumped over the lake like a dragonfly skimming the water and came to the bushes on the opposite side.

She walked through the grass and stepped into the empty corner without hesitation.

"Hmm!"

The air suddenly twisted, revealing a figure covering his butt.

"What are you doing?! Even if you've seen through it, you don't have to step on my tail, right?!" Tushan Momo, tears streaming down her face, covered her stepped tail and protested seriously.

Bei Ming Long Yue said nothing, just stared at her coldly.

Tushan Momo immediately became timid and retracted her head, muttering softly: "Tsk...tsk, this fox is generous and won't bother with you."

"What's up?"

"What are you saying? We are here to see the master~"

"Has the serious and unspeakable matter been resolved?"

Tushan Momo's fox ears trembled, and her face suddenly turned red: "That is essential to maintaining the relationship between Taoist partners..."

Bei Ming Long Yue snorted coldly: "If you indulge in lust and pleasure, you will become a rotten tree that cannot be carved."

The little fox lady was not happy about this. She jumped up and pointed at Bei Ming Long Yue, swung her tail, raised her eyebrows, and said angrily: "What do you know?"

"That's called the joy of love, going to Wushan together! It's the greatest pleasure in the world! Even if you have a paralyzed face, you will be very happy at that time. You may be even more shy than me, clinging to your master and unable to get out of bed every day!"

Bei Ming Long Yue curled his lips slightly and couldn't help but snorted ridiculously.

"This is ridiculous. I have a firm faith in Taoism. How could I be so indulgent as you?"

Tushan Momo waved her hand dismissively: "That's just because you haven't tasted it."

At this point, Tu Shan Momo asked curiously: "Have you ever kissed?"

Seeing Bei Ming Long Yue startled, the little fox lady smiled knowingly: "It seems that they have kissed~"

"Let me put it this way, that kind of thing is 10,000 times more enjoyable than kissing. Anyone who tries it will know!"

Bei Ming Long Yue didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

No, this fox is just exaggerating...?

It was difficult for Bei Ming Long Yue to judge the authenticity of something she had not experienced. And judging from the attitudes of Xiao Wu You's other two Taoist companions, what Mo Mo said was quite credible.

The amber pupils trembled slightly like a bird disturbed by the wind, just like the shaken heart of a fairy.

"Well, anyway, you'll know when you have a chance to try it."

Tushan Momo suddenly switched to voice transmission, her face becoming serious: "Compared to those, we didn't sneak in just for the sake of being shy."

Bei Ming Long Yue first glanced at Xiao Wu You in the distance, and after making sure that the other party was not paying attention to this place, he nodded to Tu Shan Mo Mo.

"Is the plan going well?" The usual inattentiveness disappeared from Tushan Momo's brows, leaving only depth.

Five thousand years ago, Tushan Momo originally wanted to reject the founder of the Vajra Sect.

But on the night before she made the final decision, she met Bei Ming Long Yue.

After learning everything about luck and destiny from the sword fairy, Tushan Momo finally agreed to her plan and decided to cooperate.

Sealing the demon lord is part of the plan.

Only by transcending the predetermined destiny can the Son of Destiny allow Xiao Wuyou, who is burdened by destiny, to survive.

Just like Bei Ming Long Yue overcame the tribulation and became an immortal.

The problem is that Xiao Wuyou doesn't actually play a role in this plan. Five thousand years ago, Tushan Momo's attempt to break through the destiny with the help of external forces also failed. Momo now has no idea where the plan is going.

"There was an accident, but it has no impact." Bei Ming Long Yue's answer was ambiguous.

"Then the master can mobilize the luck and the magic sword. Is this also part of your plan?" A hint of hesitation flashed in Tushan Momo's eyes.

Bei Ming Long Yue shook his head.

This made Tushan Momo even more confused: "It's not you? Then it's..."

"The sword of his past life remains on the sword. That is his own power. Thousands of years ago, he left some kind of back-up plan for the sword. I don't know."

"This... should be a good thing, right?" Tushan Momo hesitated.

Originally, they were still worrying about how to transcend fate, but Xiao Wuyou had already severed the destinies of three sons of destiny in succession. What else did they have to worry about?

"I heard from the master that now the only thing missing is the witch, right? As long as her destiny is fulfilled, the master can be freed from the destiny of the child of destiny, right?"

Thinking of this, Tushan Momo immediately became optimistic and smiled.

Xiao Wuyou's tragedy in previous lives was all due to the fate of being the son of destiny. In the worst case, Momo had prepared herself for the possibility of never being able to accompany Xiao Wuyou. But the current situation is much better than expected.

After a moment's silence, Bei Ming Long Yue let out a soft sigh.

The breeze was blowing, and the snow-like silver threads blurred Tushan Momo's vision.

"......Um."

Chapter 12: Win or lose?

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After bidding farewell to Tushan Momo, Beiming Longyue returned to the attic and interrupted Xiao Wuyou who was waving in the air.

"The Demon King has left. Let's continue."

"For you, cultivation is of little use. The test of life and death is more meaningful."

Xiao Wuyou frowned when he heard this: "Little Grandmaster, my luck is limited. It would be a bit of a waste if I really did it."

Bei Ming Long Yue was startled, and subconsciously asked back: "Then how to replenish luck, you never told me."

Xiao Wuyou's face suddenly turned dark and he silently covered his kidneys.

After fulfilling one's destiny, the only way to replenish one's luck is to share the beauty of nature.

These 150 drops of luck were obtained through countless days and months of suffering that ordinary people could not imagine. Xiao Wuyou was reluctant to use them all at once.

"In short, it's hard to replenish it."

"No problem. One success in wooden sword sparring is enough."

Bei Ming Long Yue settled for the next best option, drew out a wooden sword and got ready.

Just by doing this, the sky became solemn and the invisible sword intent showed its edge.

"Having said that, apart from suppressing your power, I will not hold back at all, so don't be careless." Bei Ming Long Yue warned coldly.

"That's natural."

Xiao Wuyou's whole body was tense. He focused his mind, held the sword in both hands, and stared at the silver-haired girl opposite him at all times, not daring to be careless at all.

Before this, Xiao Wuyou had never practiced with the young master using a wooden sword. Ten thousand years ago, even if he used a real sword, the young master would press him to the ground with one hand or even one foot.

Now that he has the opportunity to compete with his junior master on equal terms, Xiao Wuyou can't help but get excited.

The cold wind blows and the lake waves ripple.

The silver light burst out, dazzling and eye-catching.

Bei Ming Long Yue stabbed forward fiercely. With just one sword, the sharpness of the sword was revealed, like a thousand blades attacking.

Xiao Wuyou's breathing was choked, but his movements were not at all flustered. He tried to dodge sideways and then counterattack.

But before the sword could be swung out, Bei Ming Long Yue's expression suddenly changed, and the wooden sword suddenly changed its position, slashing diagonally.

"Fuck......!"

Xiao Wuyou tried to block hastily, but felt only that he was being attacked by a mighty sword. He exerted all his strength to finally block it.

Silver sword energy spread out, splitting the beautiful mountains behind him into pieces.

No, if I made a mistake, please punish me, don't use such exaggerated sword energy right at the beginning! I don't want to practice anymore!

"Little Master..."

"Yes, it seems there is no need to hold back."

"???"

The young master was not joking. His subsequent sword strikes were more powerful than the last. With each strike, Xiao Wuyou felt the invisible sharp sword intent passing through the wooden sword and illuminating the meridians in his body.

If there were no luck to protect the body, an ordinary Nascent Soul would have died hundreds of times already.

Xiao Wuyou didn't dare to hold back any longer, and directly refined his luck and went forward.

The phantom of a divine phoenix flashed out, and a bright crimson light flashed across the wooden sword.

At that moment, the sharpness and determination in the boy's eyes were deeply imprinted in the amber pupils of the young master.

More dazzling than a phoenix spreading its wings.

This time, the sword immortal's blade was suddenly suppressed back.

The young master's body became chaotic and he took a step back.

The delicate silver threads are fleeting in the wind like snowflakes.