There are always fairies plotting against me

For her, the Way of Forgetfulness is the Way of Today's An. As long as she has her husband, she is not afraid of anything.

Her white hands released the hilt of the sword, and Zhan Ming stood in front of her. The blue and white fairy sword was surrounded by rippling light, and the sword energy was soaring, emitting a sense of auspiciousness and righteousness.

Zhu Nanzhi clasped her hands together, and the pure white spiritual energy generated by her practice of the Way of Forgetting Love transformed into a sword energy as sharp as a mirror and still water, which was unyielding because of her current mood.

In the magic circle, the wind and rain returned to their currents, and the sword energy turned like the waves, breaking through Mu Qingyue's sword pressure with each force stronger than the last.

The sword's sound suddenly became sharp.

The wind and rain flow back, condensing into a thin line, piercing through the void and leaving.

Storms from all directions

One by one, return to the flow!

The sword energy came out, Zhu Nanzhi moved again, the grimness in his expression was not concealed at all, and he used the magic technique with his left hand again.

Water and trees grow together and flow!

Mu Qingyue had just swung her sword to block Zhu Nanzhi's sword energy when 'Chao Mu' sounded, and she was about to cut off that sword energy when flowers bloomed in the water. Every petal on each flower opened up, filling the sky with sword energy.

Mu Qingyue could sense that Zhu Nanzhi was also in the sea of ​​flowers. She treated the spells she had cast as nothing and was not afraid of being hurt at all.

Zhu Nanzhi's hostility was far beyond Mu Qingyue's expectations.

Mu Qingyue's figure, with her eyebrows darker, was like a leaf of snow floating upstream. Every time she swung her sword, hundreds of petals were chopped into pieces.

The closer she got, the more she heard the eerie voice emanating from Zhu Nanzhi's red lips amid the ringing of the sword.

"Shameless, shameless—touching my husband, unforgivable, never to be forgiven—"

Looking at Zhu Nanzhi's almost suicidal attack, a ripple appeared in Mu Qingyue's usually cold heart.

Originally, she had been holding back, after all, if she gave in to her junior brother's "fake wife", he would surely be grateful to her.

But Zhu Nanzhi was too aggressive.

"She is just a woman who is in a fake marriage with my junior brother. Why would she claim him as her own?

I'm your junior's senior sister, and I didn't even say you stole my junior, yet she actually thinks it's justified?

Even if we take a step back and say that you and your junior brother are married, and I am his senior sister, am I not also your senior sister?

Especially since this little girl's cultivation and swordsmanship are not as good as mine, what can she use to fight me?!

Mu Qingyue's long silver hair fluttered in the air, and the sword energy that could break through the boundary burst out completely, suddenly forming a sword domain like a world of ice and snow, which collided with Zhu Nanzhi's realm of forgetfulness.

The sword energy in the sky rolled back like a curtain of water, and a heavy sound like a blunt instrument was heard. The sword domain and the Dao domain were like two huge millstones, and the sound was sharp and piercing.

Zhu Nanzhi, whose mind was full of her husband being hit, would only speak to put pressure on Mu Qingyue when she could no longer control her emotions. Most of the time, she would fight at the risk of her life, knowing the difference in their realms.

Mu Qingyue is a very taciturn person, and she vents her negative emotions through the "Chao Mu" in her hand.

One is aloof and taciturn, the other is aloof and taciturn, and the magic sword in each other's hands represents their will.

The frost sword light lit up.

Mu Qingyue, who had taken the initiative to withdraw some of the sword domain, waited expressionlessly until Zhu Nanzhi approached, and then split open a brilliant arc.

Zhu Nanzhi's dark blue hair was flying, and Mu Qingyue's sword energy was coming from all directions, but even so, she thought that she could not be embarrassed in front of her husband.

She closed her eyes and made hand gestures with her left hand. The spiritual power in her body suddenly increased several times like a surging sea. The moment she closed her eyes and opened them again, a cloud-like blue light seemed to shoot into her already azure eyes, instantly washing away a lot of Mu Qingyue's sword brilliance.

He used his left hand to sweep the sword's blade with his sword finger, and then thrust the sword out.

Inducing the unity of mind and body in his Immortal Body of Immortality, while washing away much of Mu Qingyue's sword energy, Zhu Nanzhi burst out with a sword energy that was several times more powerful than before, illuminating like a horn breaking through the air.

The breeze and the moon reflect each other and refine your mind!

The cold sword energy penetrated into her bones, and Mu Qingyue naturally felt the sharpness that this sword brought to her sea of ​​consciousness and body.

"My aunt took advantage of my junior brother, but I didn't have such strong hostility towards her. This woman has only been with my junior brother for more than a year, so why does she have such strong hostility?"

Mu Qingyue was thinking when she swung her sword. Although it was nothing fancy, a strange image of ice, frost and flying snow rolled out along with the blade.

When the two swords intersected crosswise, Mu Qingyue's figure moved with a roar, like a circling white crane.

Zhu Nanzhi stopped in place, tilted his head 45 degrees, and smiled at Mu Qingyue for the first time: a sick smile with a dim light in his eyes.

"Mu Jianxian, why are you hiding?"

Zhu Nanzhi slowly turned around, pointing the tip of his sword in the direction of Mu Qingyue. Blood was oozing from the back of his hand that held the hilt.

But she turned a blind eye.

And in her sight, a strand of silver-white hair in mid-air was shattered by the sword energy.

At this moment, Zhu Nanzhi was surrounded by his own passionate Taoist magic and wild sword energy.

The clouds in the sky roared and roared like boiling water. Zhu Nanzhi looked at the silent Mu Qingyue with a grim expression and was about to raise his sword again. "Nanzhi, that's enough."

Zhu Nanzhi turned a deaf ear to the Master's voice, but once she heard it, she said, "Ah~ Nanzhi, do you want Lu————-your 'husband' to see this side of you?"

Chapter 77 The Yandere is very aggressive

"Hey~ Nanzhi, do you want Lu————-your 'husband' to see this side of you?"

The voice of Master Xiao Yinruo ringing in Zhu Nanzhi's ears again made him pause, and the Taoist magic and sword energy surrounding him quickly converged.

Holding the sword in front of him, Zhu Nanzhi looked at Zhan Ming, whose whole body was snow-white but had a light blue luster due to the effect of spiritual power.

The sword, emitting a sharp sword energy, reflected her expression at the moment, and she couldn't help but think of the night when her husband wanted to refine her into a sword spirit.

My expression at this moment is more "touching" than my husband's expression at that time.

Zhu Nanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, and she suddenly felt a little fortunate after her master's reminder.

I was glad that I didn't say too much just now and my expression didn't change too much - otherwise I would have scared my husband.

She didn't want her husband to be frightened at all. After all, he didn't know that she had poisoned him. After he detoxified himself, he would lower his guard. But if he knew that she also wanted to refine him into a sword spirit, he would definitely be on guard at all times.

If that happens, she will never be able to refine her husband into a sword spirit.

With my husband, I can only use a gentle and steady approach to make him relax his guard.

With this thought in mind, Zhu Nanzhi recalled the sword sheath and put Zhan Ming back into it.

The wound on the back of the hand has healed without leaving any scar due to the characteristics of the Immortal Body.

Zhu Nanzhi glanced warily at Mu Qingyue, who was dressed in white clothes as white as snow but wielding a strange black sword, and returned to the ground with a light snort.

Mu Qingyue didn't know why Zhu Nanzhi suddenly stopped, but she was too lazy to think about it. She sheathed her sword and returned to the ground. "I have long admired the name of the Sword Immortal. When I saw you today, I couldn't help but ask for your advice. I am willing to admit that I am inferior to you."

Zhu Nanzhi, holding a sword in her left hand, raised her head slightly. The morning breeze blew a few strands of hair on her forehead. Under the sunlight, she no longer had any of the coldness she had just now.

With a gentle smile on her face, she bowed to Mu Qingyue and said, "Thank you, 'Senior Sister', for showing mercy for the sake of 'Husband'."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qingyue, who had just reached the ground, could not help but tighten her grip on the scabbard in her hand, her clothes fluttering like snow in the winter moon.

Can't help it?

Admit defeat?

Thank you, senior sister?

For your husband's sake?

The colder Mu Qingyue's expression became, the more Zhu Nanzhi's words sounded like he was admitting the relationship between his junior brother and her.

It was as if he was saying, "I am your junior brother's wife, you can't attack a married man."

Mu Qingyue pursed her cherry lips. She clearly wanted her junior brother to be grateful for the mercy he showed her, but when Zhu Nanzhi said it, the meaning was completely changed!

She could "see" the smile on Zhu Nanzhi's face, so she became more and more annoyed.

How could the Forgetfulness Dao of Qingmiao Palace produce such a shameless little bitch?

"If I hadn't shown mercy, do you think you would have only had one wound on your body?"

At this moment, Mu Qingyue really wanted to use her scabbard to whip this shameless woman a few times--"

Not far away, Xiao Yinruo looked at Zhu Nanzhi with a little surprise. The good disciple he had brought up had read some secret histories of imperial palace fights during his hard training?

He actually knows how to retreat in order to advance...

"It's really beautiful———" Zhao Shize muttered excitedly: "Why did you stop so suddenly?"

The disciples next to him immediately glanced at him sideways, thinking to themselves, if you have the guts, raise your voice a little higher and see how the senior brother will punish you.

Zhao Shize ignored their looks and watched with great interest the scene where the 'fight of arms' turned into a 'fight of words'. The two women mocking each other was quite interesting to watch, especially since they were jealous of each other for the sake of their eldest brother.

It’s more interesting to watch and listen to than the dance music in brothels!

But Senior Brother has been in seclusion for so long, when did he hook up with the Saintess of Qingmiao Palace? And Uncle Pei seems to know about this, otherwise he wouldn't have concealed it from Senior Brother - Senior Brother doesn't know Zhu Nanzhi's identity?

What was the point of Uncle Pei hiding this? Was he worried that Senior Brother would run to Qingmiao Palace, or was he worried that Senior Sister Mu would attack Qingmiao Palace?

"Forget it, this kind of thing doesn't matter anymore————

Zhao Shize clasped his hands and looked at Lu Jinan with anticipation. He had never expected that his senior brother would get married without telling Senior Sister Mu.

How should you deal with this, big brother?

Lu Jinan was not very panicked at this time. Although he was a little surprised why Nanzhi stopped, what surprised him even more was that Nanzhi's verbal aggressiveness was just as strong.

How could the taciturn senior sister be a match for him?

Adhering to the concept of "balance", Lu Jinan moved sideways to stand in front of Mu Qingyue and was about to speak.

“Hmph~”

Zhu Nanzhi's expression immediately turned cold again. He snorted and turned his head away from Lu Jinan.

At this moment, she was exactly the same as when she just got off the flying boat, the cold and aloof saint of Qingmiao Palace.

If I act like this, my husband will probably want to tear off my clothes and humiliate this disobedient lady even more, right? "

Zhu Nanzhi thought happily with her eyes slightly narrowed, but she didn't know that although Lu Jinan was strange, he was quite willing to keep silent. After all, once he opened his mouth, he would have to coax one side as well as the other side, and it would be too tiring to go back and forth like this.

It would be better for the two to separate first, coax one first, and then coax the other.

As for Nanzhi ignoring him at the moment - although Lu Jinan didn't know what she was planning, he was not worried.

Not to mention Zhu Nanzhi's extreme behavior towards his senior sister just now, he also knew Zhu Nanzhi's character very well, so he just thought that Nanzhi was just jealous of his senior sister at the moment.

Lu Jinan calmly walked over to Zeng Suqin and bowed to Xiao Yinruo, "Junior greets Palace Master Xiao."

Now it would be better to settle down the people in Qingmiao Palace first.

Xiao Yinruo looked at this "pig" who had taken the body of his beloved disciple and also stole his disciple's heart. He was indeed more handsome than in the portrait, but not to the extent that everyone loved him...

It just hit Nanzhi's heart?

"No need to be so polite." Because Nanzhi was present, Xiao Yinruo didn't show such an expression. Instead, he wanted to clear Nanzhi's name directly: "Since you are Nanzhi's husband, you must take good responsibility for her. Do you understand?"

Lu Jinan put down his hands and looked at Xiao Yinruo calmly: "There are too many accidental factors in this matter. Nanzhi and I have an agreement. She and I will handle this matter."

"Hmm?" Xiao Yinruo narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice becoming a little colder: "You don't like Nanzhi?"

Feeling the invisible pressure from Xiao Yinruo, Lu Jinan's voice remained calm: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, why do you need to interfere in everything, senior?

I heard that the senior didn't follow the path of forgetting love, so you don't understand."

Listening to Lu Jinan's voice, Xiao Yinruo suddenly understood why Nanzhi fell in love with Lu Jinan.

They all despise themselves as "old women".

"Haha." Xiao Yinruo chuckled: "I am Nanzhi's master and also her mother. Do you think that if you say that, I will—

Before he finished speaking, a voice from Taichu Peak interrupted Xiao Yinruo's voice, "My disciple has already made it very clear. Don't take advantage of your age. If you have anything to say, come and tell me."

Chapter 78 "As a senior sister, can I not be more patient?"

As Pei Suoyu's voice fell, Xiao Yinruo's originally calm expression changed slightly. She looked up in the direction of Taichu Peak and snorted coldly: "You don't need me to tell you, I will come to you too!"

Lu Jinan glanced at Xiao Yinruo with some curiosity. What kind of dispute had Master had with her that could cause such a big emotional fluctuation in the Palace Master of Qingmiao Palace?

Just as he was thinking about it, Xiao Yinruo slapped the gift card towards Lu Jinan. Lu Jinan quickly reached out to catch it. Xiao Yinruo turned around and said to the deputy palace master and elders under his sect, "You guys go and rest first."

Then he turned to Zhu Nanzhi and said, "Follow me."

"No!" Zhu Nanzhi looked at her master and thought to herself that I finally met my husband, I won't go with you unless my husband goes too.

Xiao Yinruo took a few quick steps and came to Zhu Nanzhi: "He doesn't even treat you as his wife, and you're still on his side?"