There are always fairies plotting against me

Pei Wanyu's tone returned to a cheerful tone: "Don't let her retreat before the Sect Master's birthday banquet."

"Why?" Lu Jinan asked curiously, "Senior Sister might listen to me, but she will definitely go into seclusion in a day or two at most."

"That's your business." Pei Wanyu glanced at him with a smile: "As for the reason, you will know when the time comes."

Looking at the mysterious master, Lu Jinan thought for a moment and extracted the key information: before the sect leader's birthday banquet.

Then he understood.

Since the old master is going to hold a birthday banquet, naturally there will be people coming to celebrate. People from Qingmiao Palace will definitely come, and Zhu Nanzhi will definitely come as well.

After all, he had never disguised himself in front of her, so Zhu Nanzhi was able to find out his information quickly after returning to Qingmiao Palace.

Master, you want to see the Shura Field...

Lu Jin'an felt overwhelmed. Does the master like to watch fun so much?

And it seems that Master knows Zhu Nanzhi’s identity... Is the efficiency of the investigation too high?

Lu Jinan did not show any emotion while thinking in his heart. After all, in front of his master, he only knew Zhu Nanzhi's name but not her identity.

He had never told anyone about how he was almost transformed into a sword spirit by Zhu Nanzhi. After all, this had never happened at the moment.

More importantly, if his master knew about this, he would most likely come to find trouble with him, and he didn't want Zhu Nanzhi to have any chance of knowing about the countercurrent time.

Otherwise, how could he train her to be an adoring yandere?

As for Zhu Nanzhi, apart from not commenting on her yandere nature, he likes her and has feelings for her in other aspects because she is willing to give him everything.

Thinking about it, Lu Jinan turned around and asked, "What if I can't convince Senior Sister?"

"Master believes in you." Pei Wanyu patted Lu Jinan's shoulder, looking as if she was entrusting him with an important task.

Pei Wanyu knew very well that even if Qingyue was in seclusion, she would definitely come out when Zhu Nanzhi came to see her beloved disciple.

As for whether Zhu Nanzhi would come... she would definitely come. After all, her beloved disciple was so famous. Even if he married that girl under a pseudonym, the size of Qingmiao Palace would quickly reveal it.

"Disciple obeys your command." Lu Jinan nodded helplessly.

"So good~"

Pei Wanyu pinched his face, turned around and walked into the house: "Master, I'm going to rest for a while~"

After returning to the cabin, she took out the communication compass and sent a message to Xia Ming with a smile on her face, with only one purpose.

He concealed the news that Zhu Nanzhi was the Holy Maiden of Qingmiao Palace from his beloved disciple.

The good disciple who doesn't know Zhu Nanzhi's identity might have an interesting expression when he sees Zhu Nanzhi.

“I’m really looking forward to it~”

Pei Wanyu narrowed her eyes slightly, first testing Qingyue's aggressiveness through Zhu Nanzhi, and then deciding whether to tell her about Jin An eating red beans as soon as possible.

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Chapter 55 Remarks on the launch

Before we knew it, this book will be on the shelves tomorrow, Wednesday.

I feel more nervous than the previous two books.

Because of grades.

"It's So Hard to Fall in Love with a Senior" is the author's first attempt at a daily harem work. The first subscription was 216, and now, after writing million words, the average subscription exceeds .

The results are naturally not good, but the author understands what kind of subject matter he is good at.

So the second book, "My Senior Sister Is Not Human!", was launched, with an initial subscription of 590 million. After 329 million words, the average subscription now exceeds .

The author is more skilled in writing, but there are also many problems exposed, such as the portrayal of the harem is too focused on PUA, and the main plot is replaced by the bitter plot...

The author is aware of his strengths and weaknesses, so he begins the story of "There Are Always Fairies Planning Evil Things for Me" with trepidation.

The author Jun wrote this book more seriously. Not only did he revise the beginning several times, but he also polished each chapter, or deleted and rewritten it... This is also the biggest reason for the unstable updates during the new book period.

But I persisted in writing 4,000 words every day, and refining each chapter gave the author more feedback.

I completed all the recommendations for the new book period, and even got Xiaolaba and Sanjiang.

This was an unexpected result when the book opened - there has never been such a wonderful beginning.

Because "It's Hard to Fall in Love with a Senior" only received two rounds of recommendations, while "My Senior is Not Human!" struggled to get through three rounds of recommendations.

The new book has achieved such great results, which shows that the author is making progress, and progress is a good thing (praising myself, haha).

So this book has come to this point: it is on sale in Sanjiang.

The Xianxia style is the first subject matter that the author has come into contact with, but as mentioned earlier, the author knows what he is good at, so he still focuses on daily life.

Because the author has not yet figured out the thrill of leveling up, in the new book, although the male protagonist's leveling up and beating monsters to level up are important, they will not hinder the interaction with the female protagonists.

Summarizing the advantages and disadvantages of the first two books, the new book strives to present a good story to everyone while ensuring the emotional lines with the heroines.

Because Lu Jinan is not like Su Xiao and Su Yuchen in the first two books, who have a ceiling in combat power from the beginning.

Having written this, I can’t help but wonder, does every author of a romance novel have a fighting heart?

Anyway, the author has this idea.

I will try my best to write the story "There are always fairies plotting against me".

Without further ado, the new book has two main themes: the daily lives of the heroines and the hero's divine presence in public.

These two lines will run through the new book. The author knows this well and will work hard to write this story well - don't worry about it being abandoned, the author's character is definitely guaranteed.

After all, even though the performance of the first two books was so poor, he still managed to write more than five million words.

The new book has performed even better - this is inseparable from the support of all readers who like this book. The author is really grateful.

I write stories and everyone likes to read them. This is the greatest compliment to the author, so please believe that the author will not write plots that everyone doesn't like - I write novels to make everyone happy, not "If you don't like what I write, it's your loss."

The author has always believed that I, who write books, and you, who read books, are two people running towards each other, and we like the story under the keyboard mutually.

So, please make your first subscription - let's rejoice in this story together.

(The author has wanted to write a high-quality book for a long time).

Therefore, I ask everyone again to give the author a first order tomorrow!

Putting the book on the shelves means a burst of updates, so naturally there will be more than 10,000 words updated on the first day, and then we will strive to have 8,000 or even 10,000 words per day.

The author has no drafts on hand, as he strives for perfection in every chapter of the new book, so 10,000 words is the bottom line. If he can write more, the author will not be stingy.

Of course, the group for the new book will also be created after it is put on the shelves. You know the full subscription group for the first two books? Those who understand will understand.

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The author remembers all the rewards for the new book period, and expresses gratitude after each chapter, and will try his best to repay the outstanding updates - he didn't owe any money for the last two books, because the author tried his best to repay them.

On the basis of continuous improvement of the new book, we will still add 100 words for every monthly tickets, and to words for every yuan reward.

Having written this far, the author continues to write, and the next few chapters on the shelves will definitely be exciting.

So, please place your first order, which means subscribing to the first chapter on the shelves.

If there are 2,000 subscriptions, I will add one more update. If there are 3,000 subscriptions, I will add another update.

Asking for first order on Wednesday, and also asking for monthly votes.

Finally, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to my editor Penglai for his guidance. He gave me a lot of advice at the beginning of the new book. He is a kind and thoughtful editor.

Late night coder.

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Chapter 56 "What did she do to you?"

The snow-white waterfall rushes down from the mountain stream of Taichu Peak and rushes down the mountain. The mountain is extremely dangerous, so the stream is also turbulent.

Rumble—

The rushing stream and waterfall crash into the lake that has been formed in the forest for who knows how many years, just like hundreds of rivers flowing east to the sea, eventually filling the lake.

In the diffuse mist, waves splashed to the shore, grass and trees were lush, and the fragrance of flowers was in the air.

On a sunny day, the warm wind produces wheat air, and the green shade and quiet grass wins over flowers.

Frogs croaked, cicadas chirped, clouds rolled and dispersed. Xia Ming squatted on the shore, poking the wet soil with a branch, "I'm so hungry..."

The eldest brother had clearly agreed to cook for her when they were in Nanzhuo Territory, but he didn't even stay for a day before running out again. And the deputy sect leader clearly loved the food that the eldest brother cooked, but he let him go without missing him. Then she also left Taichu Peak, most likely to follow the eldest brother--

"Why did the deputy sect leader hide Zhu Nanzhi's identity from the eldest brother?"

"No, the deputy sect leader is with the eldest brother. So, does that mean the deputy sect leader has already enjoyed the meal cooked by the eldest brother?"

"I want to eat too—"

Xia Ming poked a hole in the soil with a branch: "Roasted whole lamb, pork skewers, roasted beef tendons, chicken legs--

Xia Ming smacked her lips and swallowed her saliva while muttering to herself with a dreamy look on her face. When she realized that her saliva was about to flow out, she quickly raised her hand to wipe it away, but a strong wind suddenly surged in front of her and blew her away.

"Wow!" Xia Ming exclaimed in surprise and quickly adjusted his body and hid behind a large rock, looking cautiously towards the center of the lake.

Through the shadows of trees and flowers and the mist, there was a woman in black sword clothes standing faintly.

The woman's eyes were covered with a black cloth, her long silver hair was tied into a ponytail and fixed with a wooden hairpin. She was dressed in black and her tall figure was straight, like a sword standing in the middle of a lake in the forest.

She is elusive among the mountains and rivers, and the sharp sword energy with an ancient style instantly takes away all the scenery of the mountains and rivers.

The wind was blowing hard and the leaves were flying.

More and more sword energy overflowed from the mist, like drifting snowflakes sweeping towards the mountains and forests.

Initially, the sword energy was like ice and evening snow, casting a biting chill on everything around it. However, as the myriad sword lights gradually blossomed, a layer of darkness spread within the icy sword energy. As a result, the surrounding sword lights were like dots of ink, without any extra color.

Like a dead silent night.

Mu Qingyue stood in the lake with her arms open, and every move she made was full of sword intent.

Like an iceberg, she put her hands together with her sword fingers, the wooden hairpin holding up her ponytail shattered silently, and her scattered silver-white hair was like falling snow in winter. At this moment, she was a stunning sight in the world.

With a whoosh, Mu Qingyue raised her wrist, and the ink-like sword energy around her began to return to its original icy meaning, interweaving with the ink color. The rhythm of the sword energy came from the same person, but they were completely intolerant of each other, as if they were natural enemies.

Meaning is the unity of form, spirit, emotion and reason, the coordination of reality and illusion, existence and non-existence. It is born from the unexpected and contained in the image. It is a very high realm.

The sword intent is the high realm that a swordsman reaches after his comprehension of the sword reaches an unprecedented level.

Logically speaking, a swordsman can control his sword intent at will, but Mu Qingyue seems unable to do so.

Among the five realms of sword intent, Mu Qingyue had already reached the third realm, "Breakthrough Realm", which was the ultimate realm derived from sword intent. However, she was unable to control her own sword intent at this moment, and it seemed that she was not even as good as the first realm, "Clear Sword Heart".

Mu Qingyue pursed her lips tightly. Due to the impact of the icy sword intent, the dark sword energy in her sword intent gradually became like a ferocious beast, and there seemed to be signs of backlash.

The black gas grew thicker and uncontrollably overflowed from Mu Qingyue's body. It looked like spiritual power but not spiritual power, like demonic energy but not demonic energy, presenting a terrifying and man-eating aura.

Mu Qingyue couldn't help but frown, and at the same time, pure white spiritual power like snow surged out of her body, as if trying to break through the shackles of the black air.

The long wind wet her sleeves and her clothes were covered with frost. She stood in the frozen lake with her hair flying.

The sword energy was rampant, like a storm sweeping in everything around it.

Buzzing, buzzing. The hilt and the middle of the sword body were pitch black, and the surrounding silver-white long sword came to her side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, buzzing and vibrating non-stop, as if to dissuade her.

On the sword body below the hilt, two small and elegant characters were engraved: Morning and Evening.

Mu Qingyue didn't seem to notice that the icy spiritual power sweeping out of her body was getting stronger and stronger, like a cold light in a winter night, trying to tear apart the night sky.

The energy in her body was like a rock, and the light blue veins on the back of her white hands that were pointing at the sword were throbbing, as if she was under tremendous pressure.

Her already fair cheeks flushed abnormally red amidst the paleness, and "Chao Mu" even circled around her, trying to actively deliver himself into her hands.

Mu Qingyue still ignored him, and her indifferent pretty face with her eyes covered by a black cloth showed a hint of cruelty towards herself.

She lightly clasped her hands together, and began to perform sword techniques with her slender fingers. The sword light of "breaking the boundary" around her was like a white rainbow riding the wind, filled with extremely sharp edges.

White clouds and blue sky, a sword opens a line.

The sound of the sword "Chao Mu" became sharper, and it flew faster and faster around Mu Qingyue. It tried several times to get into her hands but failed -. -?

"Chao Mu" suddenly became quiet, and at this moment, cold fingers gripped the hilt of the sword.

"Junior brother is here."

With a voice that seemed to contain no emotion at all, all the sword lights disappeared in an instant, and the frozen waterfall began to rush again.