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

At this moment, Xiao Wuyou chuckled, breaking the silence.

"However, the Heavenly Dao cannot just do whatever it wants. We still have time."

If even the junior master is no match for Heaven, all I have to do is become stronger than him.

Maybe I am not as good as my junior master in terms of cultivation, but when I think about it, my junior master didn't rely on his cultivation but his luck to hurt the Heavenly Dao.

In terms of luck, the chances of winning are great.

If the luck of a junior master is not good enough, then add Yan'er and the others' luck! Five times the luck added together, there is heaven to bear!

Bei Ming Long Yue also agreed: "Yes, the most urgent task is to improve our strength."

"It's not just Wuyou, you too." The young master glanced at the girls, who all nodded.

"By the way, you defeated the Demon Emperor? Well done." The young master did not forget to praise him.

Xiao Wuyou didn't have time to feel proud yet, but a word made his smile disappear.

"How about the Falling Immortal Sword? Even if the new sword cannot be forged in time, this sword can be used."

Bei Ming Long Yue forged the Meteorite Sword together with three other founders of the righteous sects in order to deal with Tian Dao.

Of course, because the Meteorite Sword has integrated too much spirituality and Taoist rhyme, the spirit of the weapon is extremely violent. It is very difficult to tame it unless you are a person of the same Taoist origin.

But this magic sword is ultimately Bei Ming Long Yue's masterpiece. In terms of specifications and grade, only Long Yue can be compared with it.

Xiao Wuyou froze for a moment, then whispered, "Ah... I asked someone to return the Falling Immortal Sword to the four sect masters."

How could he dare to say that this peerless divine weapon was broken into four pieces in his hands and was given to the four sect masters for safekeeping.

If he hadn't defeated the Demon Emperor and ended the battle between good and evil, the four sect leaders would have fainted from crying.

It’s strange to say, the Falling Immortal Sword and the Demon Emperor’s Giant Scythe should be artifacts of the same grade, why is the Giant Scythe intact but the Falling Immortal Sword is broken?

Fortunately, the young master didn't ask further questions: "Forget it. It's more important to forge a new sword first."

"In short, you must first work hard to improve your realm, and second, help me forge a new magic sword. Hurry up and don't waste time." The young master's eyes suddenly lit up and looked over at him.

Then she glanced at the four girls and said, "So, before everything is done, please go into seclusion with me first, and don't let your Taoist companions disturb your mind."

Xiao Wuyou was suddenly in a difficult situation.

This is not a question of whether one's mind is disturbed or not. If possible, Xiao Wuyou also wants to seize the time to prepare for the battle against Tiandao.

The problem is------

"Oh, Senior Bei Ming doesn't know yet?" Su Lanyu asked with a smile.

The silver-haired fairy couldn't help but frown, confusion flashed in her eyes.

What did I say wrong?

Maybe I have some personal feelings mixed in, but in order to concentrate on cultivation, isn't it natural to go into seclusion?

Look at the last time, Xiao Wuyou said he was practicing, but he ended up practicing until he fell on the bed!

Just thinking about it makes Bei Ming Long Yue feel ashamed for him!

"What exactly do you want to say?" Bei Ming Long Yue became more and more confused.

"What I want to say is that if Brother Wuyou wants to practice, we are indispensable." Su Lanyu smiled.

"Xiao Yu is right. I can't stay in seclusion. Only by being with them can I accumulate luck." Xiao Wuyou sighed helplessly.

Bei Ming Long Yue was stunned.

This was something she had neglected.

"Then how can we accumulate luck?" Bei Ming Long Yue thought for a moment, and added: "You can practice with him."

I believe that whether it is Xiao Wuyou or this group of sons of luck, they all know the priorities in the face of the Way of Heaven and will not delay their cultivation.

However, Xiao Wuyou's face turned red, he scratched his cheek and lowered his head, saying embarrassedly: "That's right, doing that kind of thing can accumulate luck..."

"That kind of thing?" Bei Ming Long Yue became more and more confused.

"Just, just..." Xiao Wuyou stammered.

"It's just bitter! Only bitterness can bring good luck!" A fox cry interrupted the two people's question and answer.

Looking at Xiao Wuyou who was covering his face and nodding, Bei Ming Longyue fell into a deep daze.

Chapter 8 What If

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Do I have to do that kind of thing to get good luck?

In order to become stronger to deal with the laws of nature, there is no other way.

They are all Xiao Wuyou's fellow Taoists, so it is normal for them to do that kind of thing.

Bei Ming Long Yue understood all these principles, yet she was still confused.

No, although luck is indispensable, one's own side is equally important.

It’s all about worry-free.

"Practice is important, but forging the magic sword cannot stop." Bei Ming Long Yue emphasized.

"But luck is equally important. Without luck, there is no way to practice at all, right?" Ye Qingmeng smiled slightly.

"Practice first, and replenish it when your luck is exhausted."

"Then why don't you replenish your luck first before practicing?" Su Lanyu asked calmly.

"That's right! Luck is more important, right?"

"We think so too!"

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Bei Ming Long Yue was no match for four mouths and was left speechless after just a few sentences.

Bei Ming Long Yue and the four stared at each other; no one was willing to give in, and there seemed to be invisible sparks colliding in the space.

However, Xiao Wuyou had expected this and immediately stood up and stood between the two parties.

"Don't be impatient. Listen to me."

Seeing Xiao Wuyou standing up, the five people restrained their breath at the same time and their eyes softened.

"In this way, I still have some luck. I might as well concentrate on practicing and forging the magic sword first, and then replenish it after the luck is used up. It won't delay either." Xiao Wuyou thought it was very reasonable.

This is not a question of who to favor, it’s simply for efficiency.

After thinking for a moment, Bei Ming Long Yue was finally satisfied and nodded softly.

Liu Feiyan and others also nodded in acceptance.

Once the next schedule is determined, time is no longer wasted.

"In that case, I'll see you tomorrow."

Bei Ming Long Yue did not reply, but waved his hand slowly, watching the group of five people leave while talking and laughing.

The night fell silent again.

Bei Ming Long Yue looked at the empty teacup, sighed softly, filled herself with the spiritual tea, picked up the cup, took small sips, and suppressed the restless thoughts in her heart.

If only doing that kind of thing can replenish one's luck, in order to defeat the way of heaven, shouldn't I also...

No.

Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes darkened. This was an expression she would never show in front of Xiao Wu You.

Be it luck or a Taoist companion, that is all Liu Feiyan and the others’ business.

All I have to do is to continue to fulfill my duties as a master.

Just then, a charming laugh was heard from outside the house.

Is that the witch's voice?

The master shouldn't eavesdrop on the conversation between the disciple and his fellow Taoists------

But it’s all their fault for being so loud; it’s not what I want to hear!

Bei Ming Long Yue quietly pricked up his ears and spread out his spiritual awareness.

It would have been fine if she hadn't heard it, but when she did, her little hand trembled, the teacup shook, and she burned her little mouth.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"Even if it's just to replenish your luck, fun is fun after all. If Senior Bei Ming doesn't want to accompany you, you still have us..."

No matter how much he used the relationship between master and disciple as an excuse, Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but feel shaken.

If I could cross that line like Liu Feiyan and the others...

The tea was getting colder, and Bei Ming Long Yue held the teacup, unable to calm down for a long time.

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"Does this method really work?"

After dinner, Xiao Wuyou lay on Liu Feiyan's lap and expressed deep doubts about Ye Qingmeng's tactics.

Ye Qingmeng’s strategy is to keep showing affection in front of the young master, and when the day comes that the young master can’t stand it anymore, she will no longer suppress her emotions.

To be honest, if Xiao Wuyou hadn't been rejected repeatedly by the Junior Grandmaster, he wouldn't have considered such an unreliable method.

"Of course, didn't you see that Senior Bei Ming's eyes were trembling, and his breath was not as steady as usual? Haha, I didn't expect that a dignified sword immortal would also be jealous sometimes!" Liu Feiyan was very happy and looked excited.

"I always feel that it's such a despicable thing to do." Xiao Wuyou felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart and couldn't help but frown.

If you think about it carefully, isn't this just a scumbag's pua?

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, Yan'er in front of him, Xiaoyu who was cleaning up the dishes, Momo who was dozing off with her tail in the corner, and Ye Qingmeng who was painting her nails, all cast cold glances at him.

Xiao Wuyou got goosebumps all over his body and asked in confusion: "Did I, did I say something wrong?"

Then Liu Feiyan pinched his face hard.

"You have married so many Taoist companions, and you still have the nerve to say that!"

Xiao Wuyou grimaced in pain, unable to refute for a moment. If I say that everyone is my wings at this time, I will definitely be beaten to death.

"Brother Wuyou, just follow your heart. Why bother about worldly etiquette?" Su Lanyu said as a matter of course.

"Master, you are being pretentious. Why would there be so much trouble if you had pushed her away earlier?" Tushan Momo wagged her tail impatiently.

"Honestly, there is no man in the world who is not a scumbag. Instead of worrying so much, why not think about how to marry your master back home? If you can become a family, won't there be no need for a scumbag?" Ye Qingmeng came up with a lot of twisted logic.

Xiao Wuyou was stunned when he heard this.

No, why are you all so good at speaking? I didn’t notice it before, but it turns out that you are all logic instructors!

Knowing that he was no match for his opponent, Xiao Wuyou decisively changed the subject: "Let's not talk about the young master. The most urgent thing is to intensify our cultivation. We can take our time with emotional issues. The heavens will not give us time."

Xiao Wuyou said this as he stood up from the girl's soft black silk lap pillow.

Then he was pushed back by Liu Feiyan.

Liu Feiyan looked straight at him, her red gaze was so hot that Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

Yan'er always pretends to be very proud on her face, but her eyes always betray the tenderness in her heart.

And evil thoughts.

"Don't you need luck to practice? It would be inconvenient without luck." Liu Feiyan said and started to get started.

Xiao Wuyou was startled: "Wait, wait, I still have some luck..."

"Not enough? I'll give you some more."

No need!

Xiao Wuyou pressed Liu Feiyan's hands twice, and when he looked up, he was horrified to find that the other three girls had surrounded him and were looking at him with smiles.

Needless to say, these girls must be thinking the same thing!

What a bad thing!

"Brother Wuyou will start training tomorrow, so the more luck the better, right?"

"Humph, you'll be accompanying Senior Bei Ming tomorrow, but you can't be with us today?"

"Don't resist. You must be expecting this in your heart..."