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

Tang Moyu finally cursed hoarsely, staring with eyes full of anger and despair, collapsed to the ground, and died without a sound.

Yin Yang Taoist was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses and recalled everything that had just happened.

Tang Moyu is a veteran and powerful god-transforming expert. If a real fight breaks out, I don't think he will be his opponent.

And why would he be so stupid as to run into the woods alone?

Unless, this is all by design!

Thinking of the other party's distressed last words, Yin Yang Taoist suddenly realized.

The excitement of killing Tang Moyu turned into deep admiration for another person.

"Congratulations, sir, for killing the evil leader of the Guidu Sect!" A righteous monk came forward excitedly to congratulate.

However, Yin Yang Taoist revealed a bitter smile.

"The credit for this battle is not mine."

At the same time, after Xiao Wuyou led the team to wipe out the remnants of the evil sect, he returned to the ancient city, settled Ye Qingmeng, and cleaned up the mess.

On the city wall, Ye Qingmeng was receiving treatment from the monks of Red Maple Valley, but she did not forget to ask Xiao Wuyou: "Are you just going to let him go?"

"The other party may be trying to lure the enemy deeper. We must not be careless." Xiao Wuyou said in a deep voice.

Xiao Wuyou confirmed afterwards that Tang Moyou used the poison clone. God knows if the other party has any other tricks.

"......That's right. It's better for me to pay for everything that happened today with my own hands." Ye Qingmeng bit her lip and murmured softly. There was a smile on her lips, but the murderous intent in her eyes did not diminish, which scared the girl from Red Maple Valley beside her.

Although Xiao Wuyou didn't show it, he also had the intention to kill.

Regardless of the prophecy, since the other party dared to attack Ye Qingmeng, he would not let him go.

But things have to be done one at a time. Compared to Ye Qingmeng's safety, there is no need to rush for revenge.

At this moment, a fluctuation of spiritual power came from afar. Xiao Wuyou looked and saw Yin Yang Taoist and others flying in the air.

"Congratulations, Lord Xiao, for killing the leader of the Guidu Sect and defeating the evil sect. We are honored to be your superior." Yin Yang Taoist took the lead in stepping into the air and landing on the city wall. He could not wait to salute Xiao Wuyou and smiled slightly.

Xiao Wuyou shrugged: "You misunderstood."

"I didn't kill him. Actually..."

"Actually, he escaped into the forest!" Yin Yang Taoist took over Xiao Wuyou's words.

Xiao Wuyou nodded and said helplessly: "So..."

"So it's just as you expected, right?" Yin Yang Taoist's eyes lit up.

After hearing this, Ye Qingmeng frowned, as if confused. The monks resting on the city wall also cast curious glances at him.

"Lord Yin Yang, have you misunderstood something?" Xiao Wuyou felt a little ashamed. Letting the enemy go was not a big mistake, but it was also a regret. He couldn't brag about it, right?

When he thought of the other party's name, Xiao Wuyou even suspected that the other party was being sarcastic.

However, the Taoist Master Yin Yang pointed at Xiao Wuyou, looking quite amused.

"Why be so modest? It was obviously Master Xiao who pushed Tang Moyu into a dead end!"

"I?"

"That's right." Yin Yang Taoist emphasized the word and stared straight at Xiao Wuyou.

"It was Lord Xiao who deployed us in the mountains and forests in advance, right?"

"right."

"It was Lord Xiao who severely injured Tang Moyou and forced him to flee to the mountains, right?"

"Forehead......"

"So Lord Xiao, you have been arranging for us to ambush that demon from the very beginning, right?!" Yin Yang Taoist's face was flushed and he looked energetic, as if he was dozens of years younger.

Xiao Wuyou opened his mouth blankly, speechless.

Chapter 33: The Saint Lady is Uncomfortable

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"Alas, Lord Xiao had clearly planned everything, but I was too stupid and mistakenly thought that you were being reckless by entering the city first. It seems I am still far from it." Although he was an elder, Yin Yang Taoist shook his head again and again, feeling inferior to him.

At the same time, support teams also arrived one after another. After hearing what Yin Yang Taoist said, they all looked ashamed.

A group of righteous monks came forward and saluted sincerely.

"Master Xiao, we misunderstood."

"So you didn't abandon us, but entrusted us with the important task of ending the devil!"

You know, with Xiao Wuyou's strength and strategy, he could have taken all the credit for himself, but he deliberately arranged for them to ambush in the mountains.

It was a great achievement to defeat the incarnation demon. Not to mention the Yin Yang Daoist Lord who personally killed the demon, even if these small cultivators just gave an assist, they could brag about it for the rest of their lives.

This is obviously giving away credit!

How can they not be grateful?!

"Thank you, Lord Xiao, for your trust!"

"Please forgive my stupidity, Master Xiao!"

"Master Xiao, I am willing to be your dog... No, I mean, I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse!"

The remaining righteous troops in the ancient city, seeing that the cultivators were so respectful to Xiao Wuyou, once again deeply experienced the personal charm of the so-called number one genius of the righteous path.

Xiao Wuyou first looked at Yin Yang Taoist with admiration on his face, then looked at the group of men who were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears, and was speechless.

"So you have been prepared to deal with Tang Moyu for a long time?" Ye Qingmeng asked suddenly.

Xiao Wuyou turned around and saw the girl staring at him with resentment in her eyes. He could only smile vaguely: "Almost."

Ye Qingmeng raised her eyebrows, raised a white fingertip, and said teasingly: "Then you still lied to me, you have learned bad things."

"I just want to give you a surprise." Xiao Wuyou shamelessly made up nonsense. He was used to it.

Ye Qingmeng really didn't doubt it, she agreed with it and smiled: "It's a good idea~"

"You are getting better and better at pleasing girls." The girl's eyebrows trembled, and she gave him a small wink, playful and cute, "He is quite useful."

Xiao Wuyou suddenly felt a little sad for Tang Moyu.

A great demon who had reached the level of a god, he didn't even fight properly, and died in an unclear way. After his death, he became a tool for "pleasing girls" as Ye Qingmeng said.

But when he thought about how he had hurt Ye Qingmeng, Xiao Wuyou no longer had any mercy.

With the battle completely over, the rescue came to an end.

The prophetic image in Xiao Wuyou's mind dissipated a little, and dark purple luck followed the line and slowly poured into Xiao Wuyou's body.

In the crystal clear heart of Tao, between the divine phoenix, the wandering dragon, and the nine-tailed demon fox, there is a tiny dark butterfly hovering and fluttering, blooming with beautiful and illusory colors.

However, if you look closely, the patterns on the little butterfly's wings give off an ominous aura, like purple netherworld fire, cold and dark.

Of course, that was just Ye Qingmeng's luck power, and it did not cause any harm to Xiao Wuyou himself.

As they had just experienced a tough battle and it was inconvenient to travel, there happened to be an ancient city here where they could stay, so the righteous monks rested here.

The night slowly falls and the silver moon quietly rises.

Xiao Wuyou was standing alone in the ancient city, gazing at the cold bright moon above his head, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

It's been a long time since I've been alone without anyone to accompany me.

Xiao Wuyou felt a little uncomfortable for a while because Yan'er and other girls were not around.

However, when Xiao Wuyou thought of the night he spent with them, his waist began to ache slightly.

Well, actually there is nothing wrong with being alone.

Although his physical strength was restored, the girls still left Xiao Wuyou with a deep fear. For a short period of time, Xiao Wuyou really had no idea about that.

Except for the time when the little master did that, she clearly showed a lack of teacher ethics and was deliberately doing bad things!

Thinking of this, Xiao Wuyou's face turned cold, and he said to himself: "Humph, if I didn't feel sorry for you not being able to practice dual cultivation, I would have turned traitor to my master long ago!"

"Lord Xiao?" A cautious voice suddenly came from behind.

Xiao Wuyou was shocked, but when he turned around, his expression did not change at all.

The person who came was a familiar face, Ye Qingmeng's personal bodyguard, Xingcai.

Xingcai looked curious: "Master Xiao, you just mentioned master and disciple, but are you talking about Master Jianxian..."

Xiao Wuyou's eyes flickered as he smiled and raised an index finger to his lips.

Sister, please, just pretend you didn’t hear it!

Xingcai was stunned, but secretly cursed herself for being careless and almost forgetting the concern of Xiao Wuyou and Jianxian.

How dare I ask about the Sword Immortal's affairs? !

Xingcai closed her mouth, looked serious, and nodded heavily to Xiao Wuyou, shaking her hair.

Xiao Wuyou finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Xingcai then replied: "Lady Saint is not feeling well, please go and take a look."

But while she was speaking, the usually sharp eyes of the female swordsman became vague.

The more straightforward a person is, the less likely he is to lie.

Xiao Wuyou's expression became a little subtle. He had clearly confirmed that Qingmeng's evil energy had stabilized overnight, and he also cleared Tang Moyu's poisonous energy.

With Ye Qingmeng's cultivation level, what could possibly make him uncomfortable?

"The monks in Red Maple Valley can't do anything about it?" Xiao Wuyou asked curiously.

"There's no other way. They said that maybe you are the only one who can do it." Xingcai's voice was a little stiff and usurious, just like she was reciting a line.

"I got it. I'll go take a look." Xiao Wuyou said, then he slowly took a step and floated down the city wall.

Although the prophecy scene ended temporarily, Ye Qingmeng would inevitably have other injuries. Xiao Wuyou was still a little worried.

Xiao Wuyou walked all the way to the center of the ancient city. The buildings here were still intact. Most of them were inns and restaurants. Although old, they were enough to shelter from wind and rain and were more than enough for the monks to rest.

The largest restaurant among them is where Ye Qingmeng lives.

Xiao Wuyou jumped directly onto the balcony of the restaurant, and the young sisters from the Red Maple Valley who were sitting there chatting and laughing immediately stood up and saluted.

Only Zhang Caiwei was not too reserved. She walked forward slowly, placed her hands on her belly, and was very polite with a warm smile on her face:

"Big Brother, Miss Ye doesn't seem to be feeling well, go and take a look!"

"Even you can't be cured? Is it serious?" Xiao Wuyou was shocked.

"It's not serious. But I really can't cure it." Zhang Caiwei bit her words, her tone subtle.

Xiao Wuyou was really confused now. Putting aside the luck, Zhang Caiwei, as the chief of Red Maple Valley, was many times better than him in terms of medical skills.

If she couldn't cure it, it must be a serious problem. But she said it wasn't serious.

"You'll know once you go in." Seeing Xiao Wuyou standing there in a daze, Zhang Caiwei led the way and motioned for him to follow.

Xiao Wuyou followed Zhang Caiwei through the dim corridor and came to the door of the deepest room.

"That's it. I won't bother you any more."

"Um?"

Without waiting for Xiao Wuyou to keep her, Zhang Caiwei left in a hurry.

No, you are also an alchemy expert, why bother you? Why don't you stay and give me a hand?

Xiao Wuyou had no choice but to push open the door by himself.

Chapter 34 This is much more comfortable

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The room was not very spacious, and it was obviously a boudoir for women. Although the walls were a little old, there was not a speck of dust, and it was obvious that it had been carefully cleaned.

The window was slightly open, and the evening breeze blew through, bringing with it a faint fragrance that was dizzying.

Behind the table, chairs and dressing table is a beauty couch covered with a black gauze curtain, which looks like a night curtain. It seems dim, but it makes the girl on the couch more dazzling.

The girl, with her three thousand strands of black hair draped over her shoulders, lazily leaned on the bed, glancing sideways. Her long and thick eyelashes were like beautiful strokes decorated with ink, full of charm.

The dark silk lining wrapped up the graceful body curves, but one shoulder was half exposed. The long legs were bent and hidden in the silk quilt, but one slender and beautiful bare foot was exposed.