Chapter 313 I swear to always support my senior sister! 7,000 words (1/2)

To put it bluntly, the so-called half-doing is to practice only half, and being intimate is also half.

Although Mu Zhian originally planned to practice with peace of mind, however...

Yao Meng hooked his hands around Mu Zhian's neck, and his rosy lips touched his lips lightly, and the sweet fragrance exhaled had a charm that attracted people's attention.

"I still have my competition tomorrow, I have to adjust my state to the best state as soon as possible..." Mu Zhian expressed his refusal tactfully.

The reason was not for the competition, but he was not sure whether the original witch was asleep. If the original witch woke up when he and Yao Meng were intimate...

"The spiritual energy in my cauldron is greatly lacking, and it was lost a lot last time I went to the Dagan Dynasty. I need to practice with you to make up for it."

Yao Meng lowered his eyes slightly, looking a little reserved, and said softly: "As for your desire to adjust your state... My natural Taoist fetus can not only allow your first-grade skills to gradually complete the evolution, but also recuperate."

Inside the house, the candlelight flickered.

Mu Zhian looked down at the fairy in front of him. Even if she had acted indifferent in the eyes of the world in the past, she still blushed a little at this moment. She turned her head slightly, and her crystal earlobes were stained with a faint blush, which was very tempting.

Come to think of it, dual cultivation is also a way of cultivation. What's more, Yao Meng is a natural Taoist fetus. This is just for cultivation...

Mu Zhian's eyes became more and more scorching. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and lowered his head. He kissed Yao Meng's flawless cheek, and then moved slowly down along her cheek to touch her lips.

Almost at that moment, the Pure World Green Lotus in Mu Zhian's body burst out with a green brilliance in an instant.

"Green Emperor——!"

The voice of the original witch sounded in the depths of the natural furnace, but it was immediately covered by the Pure World Green Lotus.

Slowly, she felt that the spiritual energy in the natural furnace seemed to be quietly fading away. Although she didn't know what happened, the fact that the spiritual energy of the natural furnace would fade away could only mean one thing.

——Mu Zhian's spiritual energy was being absorbed by someone.

The spiritual energy in the Tiansheng furnace cauldron cannot be actively controlled even by Mu Zhian herself, but requires the initiative of others... In other words, the Qing Emperor gave her Taoist partner to her in front of her...

Thinking of the various scenes that might happen in the house at this moment, the original witch narrowed her silver eyes, and the silver hair behind her slowly rose like floating in the sea.

Boom!

The spiritual consciousness in the Tiansheng furnace cauldron lit up a silver glow, as if it was going to break the Pure World Green Lotus.

However, at this moment, a spiritual energy that did not belong to Mu Zhian suddenly injected into the Tiansheng furnace cauldron, and the huge spiritual energy made the original witch's body soften involuntarily.

The next moment, this spiritual energy that did not belong to Mu Zhian filled the Tiansheng furnace cauldron, and it was so warm that people could not help but feel sleepy.

This is... Yao Meng's spiritual energy!

As Yao Meng said before, she was a natural Taoist fetus. Although she could not passively practice dual cultivation, she could actively feed back the spiritual energy to the Tiansheng furnace cauldron.

At this moment, this rich spiritual energy is actually nourishing the spiritual consciousness of the original witch!

Mu Zhian also noticed this, and lowered his head to gaze at the beauty in his arms. The flickering candlelight reflected her drunken face.

Yao Meng did not resist, but she did not take the initiative. However, from her increasingly rosy and charming look, and the voice she suppressed by biting her lips, although Mu Zhian was only refining the spirit, he had already suppressed the Dao, and even Yao Meng could not resist it.

She slowly opened her bright green eyes, with a faint blush on her cold face, her eyes were moist, and she looked at the beams of the ceiling in a daze.

…

The process of cultivation was boring and uninteresting. By midnight, Mu Zhian had completely made up for the spiritual energy he consumed today, and he looked vigorous.

Then, he looked up at Yao Meng beside him. She was covered with a quilt, hiding her graceful figure. Her long black hair was scattered on her back, a little messy, but her face had returned to its former coldness. This posture was enough to make people who saw her feel inferior.

If he hadn't seen Yao Meng's charming posture in the past, Mu Zhian himself would find it difficult to imagine what kind of appearance this fairy would show in bed.

Mu Zhian sighed with satisfaction in his heart, feeling refreshed.

But at the same time, he was still a little worried.

Although it was cool and the spiritual energy was recovered, I just bullied Yao Meng so much. If the original witch was really still awake, she would probably be angry.

However, the original witch never showed up from beginning to end, so I think she must be really asleep.

If the original witch is not asleep, I will "save" it in advance... Mu Zhian thought to himself.

"You will have a competition tomorrow, but I think you should be confident, right?" Yao Meng suddenly asked softly.

She rested her head on Mu Zhian's arm as a pillow, her face was still slightly flushed, and there was a hint of charm in her clear eyes.

"With your help tonight, I am naturally confident." Mu Zhian looked at her gently and said sincerely.

Under normal circumstances, after a competition in the Ascension Conference, if the opponent is weaker, a lot of spiritual energy will be consumed, and it will be quickly recovered.

But if there is a big battle, it is unlikely to completely recover in just one night.

After all, the cauldron of the Refining God Realm is much larger than that of the Refining Essence and Refining Qi Realm.

In this case, what a cultivator can do is to adjust the body's condition to the best possible, or take elixirs.

Among his peers, there is probably no other person like Mu Zhian who directly asked the great power of the Hedao Realm to help adjust the condition, or even suppressed the great power of the Hedao Realm with his hands... probably in the whole Jiuzhou.

...

Mu Zhian hugged Yao Meng's smooth and soft body, and slept with her in the warm quilt with peace of mind.

After nearly half an hour of teasing and tenderness, Yao Meng stopped disturbing him.

She lifted the quilt, her black hair scattered on her back, and her hair naturally fell to her calves and bent slightly, leaving only a beautiful back.

Yao Meng looked at her slightly sideways, with affectionate eyebrows and a smile on her lips: "I won't disturb you tonight, you can practice with peace of mind."

"Is the fairy leaving?" Mu Zhian asked.

"I can't step into your natural furnace for the time being, and I'm going to take this opportunity to see what's going on with Yao Yue." Yao Meng said with a smile.

"After all, she is the Saint of my Yaochi Holy Land."

Mu Zhian nodded slightly, looking at Yao Meng's departing figure, and hesitated slightly.

He wanted to ask Yao Meng if there were any extra Nirvana silks in Yaochi Holy Land, but he finally held back.

Although I don't mind being a gigolo, I always feel a little embarrassed to ask Yao Meng to ask Yaochi for this...

We can trade with the Saint of Yaochi later...

Thinking of this, Mu Zhian silently closed his eyes, held his breath, and began to let the spiritual energy circulate in his body.

At the same time, the four characters of Tianhuang Gongfa gradually emerged in his mind.

Although he might not have time to master this level of Gongfa during the Ascension Conference, if he could comprehend a little bit, it would become a great trump card in the Ascension Conference afterwards.

His Lone Star Sword itself is a pinnacle of concentration, and the spiritual energy is completely injected into the sword. After one sword, he can hurt the enemy ten thousand and hurt himself eight thousand.

If he could master the Heavenly Phoenix Art, he would be able to burn his own furnace when the spiritual energy was absorbed by the Lone Star Sword, allowing the spiritual energy to be reborn.

However, the difficulty of practicing the Heavenly Phoenix Art was extremely high. Mu Zhian was already a genius in Dongzhou, but it was still difficult to peek into its threshold.

At this moment, Mu Zhian seemed to see a white world in his mind. This was the meditation training of the Heavenly Phoenix Art. Although no one taught him, Mu Zhian knew that if he could walk out of this white world, he might be able to peek into a corner of the Heavenly Phoenix Art.

However, no matter how he walked, it was always white all around, and he couldn't see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand, because this world was too dazzling, so dazzling that it was difficult for people to open their eyes.

After groping in this huge world for nearly half an hour, Mu Zhian opened his eyes somewhat disheartened, took out the ring left by the first generation of demon king from the storage ring, and fell into deep thought.

Speaking of which, the Heavenly Phoenix Art was obtained by the first generation of demon emperors from the heavens, and the first generation of demon emperors had already practiced this art to perfection. Logically, there should be no need to keep this art specially...

Mu Zhian gently grasped the ring, his eyes flickered slightly, and whispered to himself: "Maybe it's not that there is something wrong with my practice of the Heavenly Phoenix Art, but that this art itself has a threshold for practice, and I haven't reached it yet."

"Or, the problem lies in this ring?"

"Maybe it is necessary to use it to learn the Heavenly Phoenix Art?"

Mu Zhian had felt several times before that he was about to step into the threshold of the Heavenly Phoenix Art, but he was always a little short... and that distance seemed close, but in fact it was extremely far away.

Just like the pioneer and the opener, the pioneer is great because the passage he took was the first time.

Of course, the opener is also great, because he can expand the road taken by the pioneer to a wider distance, and even walk into the end that the pioneer has never reached.

Mu Zhian was facing such a situation at the moment. The entrance to the Tianhuang technique was within reach, but it was just a little short.

He could reach that little bit, but he couldn't find a way now.

Maybe it wasn't my practice that was wrong, but I was missing something crucial...?

Mu Zhian looked at the ring in his hand and fell into deep thought.

But I had checked the cave of the Pilgrimage Temple inside and out before. The only thing left by the first generation of demon emperor should be this ring...

Mu Zhian pondered for a long time, got up and changed his robe, came to the study, picked up a pen and wrote a letter.

This letter was one of Lan Murian's magic weapons. After folding it into a paper crane, it could automatically fly to a certain coordinate that had been locked.

After Mu Zhian released the paper crane, he looked up at the paper crane that gradually disappeared at the end of his vision, then retracted his gaze and turned his head to ask: "Sister Mengrou, do you have ointment?"

He didn't even need to be born with a spirit body to know that Wei Mengrou was by his side.

The proud maid in yellow gradually appeared in Mu Zhian's sight. She looked at her young master with a hint of doubt in her eyes: "What do you want the ointment for?"

"I want to apply some ointment occasionally to dress myself up." Mu Zhian smiled brightly.

Unexpectedly, Wei Mengrou glanced at the young master with a cold look: "You just want to cover up the scent of the Green Emperor on your body? Are you going to go out to find someone?"

She is worthy of being Sister Mengrou. She knows what I am thinking as soon as I ask her a question...Mu Zhian nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I remember you also have the habit of applying perfume cream occasionally?"

Wei Mengrou glanced at the young master coldly: "You came to me because it is inconvenient to ask other women for it, and you are worried that they will be jealous?"

Mu Zhian did not deny it and nodded slightly.

Not to mention others, if she went to Bai Ruoxi to ask for perfume cream, she would probably immediately notice that Mu Zhian was mixed with Yao Meng's unique body fragrance...

If she knew that Mu Lang and Qingdi were secretly having an affair...Let alone perfume cream, Mu Zhian might not even see the sun tomorrow, and forget about participating in the Ascension Conference.

Tie Mu Zhian back to the Sword Palace overnight.

As for Ye Lingxuan... she was just caught by her today, but Lingxuan probably didn't expect that Mu Zhian had even done the last step with other people. Although the girl had had physical contact with Mu Zhian, it was only once after all. After all, she was still a pure little beauty. She didn't expect that her brother Mu would be so fickle.

And Ye Qian... she probably understood brother Mu, but Ye Qian couldn't keep secrets in her heart, and it was very likely that Ye Lingxuan would notice something unusual.

After all, the only person around her who could share such a secret was Sister Mengrou.

Looking at Mu Zhian's slightly apologetic look, Wei Mengrou finally sighed softly: "Wait for me here for a while."

"Sister Mengrou is so nice." Mu Zhian breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Wei Mengrou did not leave immediately, but walked in front of him under Mu Zhian's gaze.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhian asked.

Even though Mu Zhian has entered the sage mode now, looking at the hot and sexy figure of the maid, he still couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Her long hair was scattered like a waterfall, her goose yellow dress outlined a charming curve, and she was wearing a pair of delicate and small embroidered shoes.

Her skirt showed a pair of slender legs, and her cold demeanor added a bit of charm to her.

Wei Mengrou ignored Mu Zhian's eyes that were focused on her. She leaned down slightly and gently put her red lips to his ear.

"You don't really think it's okay to find me, do you?"

Mu Zhian subconsciously looked up at her. Wei Mengrou's eyes showed a hint of displeasure, and she whispered, "Even I would be jealous."

Before Mu Zhian could react, Xiangfeng left the table, and Wei Mengrou appeared in front of the door like a ghost. She pushed the door open without looking back, leaving only a cold and faint voice floating in the room.

"Don't do it again next time."

With Wei Mengrou's departure, Mu Zhian finally woke up from his sudden realization.

It seems that I'll have to go down the mountain to Tianxuan City to buy two boxes of perfume next time... Mu Zhian thought to himself.

In the past, a maid was just a maid, but now Wei Mengrou is more than just a maid...

After waiting in the study for a while, Mu Zhian saw Wei Mengrou throw a box of pink perfume to him.

Then, he turned around and planned to leave.

But before leaving, she suddenly hesitated and glanced at the boy in the room: "Where are you going later? Do you need me to follow you?"

Mu Zhian shook his head: "Sister Mengrou, just sit here and meditate and practice. I don't plan to leave the sect, but I want to ask my senior sister some questions."

Among the people he knows, the only one who understands the Tianhuang Gongfa is probably the Queen of the Demon Realm.

But he and the Queen of the Demon Realm are in a superior-subordinate relationship. He had just sought her help before, and this time he called her for a private matter, which was a bit too rude... and might even cause the Queen's disgust.

Excluding the Queen of the Demon Realm, the other person who can be found is Lan Murian.

The Heavenly Fate Holy Body can see through the origin of all things, including the techniques and thunder tribulations. In the past, Lan Murian was able to suppress the thunder tribulations several times in a row and break through the Spirit Refining Realm at once, which was due to the existence of this special physique.

If it was her, she might be able to see through the secrets of the Heavenly Phoenix Technique.

After waiting for nearly half a quarter of an hour, Mu Zhian saw the paper crane flying from the window. He opened it and took a look, and as expected, he saw the other party's reply of agreement.

There were only two simple words on the letter paper.

"Okay."

...

Liangyi Peak.

When Mu Zhian came to the outside of Liangyi Peak, he saw a tall and cold beauty standing in the air not far away, with a white skirt fluttering and black hair scattered on her back, slightly messy with the cold wind.

The moon-white long skirt set off a very well-proportioned figure. Unlike Bai Ruoxi, Lan Murian was not that kind of weak and cold, but a bit like a beauty in the gym, with white and tight skin.

Even Mu Zhian couldn't help but secretly admire Lan Murian's beauty when he saw this scene.

Perhaps because it was late at night, she didn't wear a veil, her hair fluttered in the cold wind, and her delicate and flawless face was set off. She raised her head and smiled: "You still have time to come to me, it seems that I am quite free today."

Why does this sound like a yin and yang... Mu Zhian pretended not to notice, and smiled: "I have been practicing hard these days, otherwise it would be impossible to refine the fourth level of the spirit so quickly..."

As he said, he sighed again: "It's a pity that I was punished by the thunder tribulation in the martial world, otherwise I might be able to be promoted to the fifth level of the spirit during the Ascension Conference."

The cold wind blew Lan Murian's dress tightly against her exquisite and protruding figure. Looking at Mu Zhian's dim eyes, Lan Murian's cold eyes swept across a trace of pity, and said: "Come in first."

Even though he knew that Mu Zhian was playing a pity game, his emotions still won over his rationality.

The snow that had fallen for a few days had stopped tonight, but the biting cold wind made his head swell.

Mu Zhian flew behind him on his sword, looking at the cold beauty walking in the air not far ahead. He took off his coat, flew over on his sword, and put it on Lan Murian's shoulders.

The sudden warmth made Lan Murian's body stiffen slightly. She subconsciously pressed her slender hand on the coat on her shoulder, glanced at Mu Zhian who was wearing thin clothes behind her, and said, "I'm not afraid of the cold, Pastor brother, take it back."

As he spoke, he wanted to pull off the coat.

But at this time, Mu Zhian put one hand on the back of Lan Murian's hand, and the slightly cool and soft back of the hand brought a wonderful touch.

He looked up at the beautiful senior sister in the eyes of countless sect disciples, and said softly: "There is nothing I can do for you. Cultivators are not afraid of the cold, but at least it represents my thoughts."

After the Refining Spirit Realm, cultivators will not be afraid of the cold... But this coat can warm not the body, but the heart.

Lan Mulian looked at Mu Zhian with a faint smile: "How many women have you used this trick to seduce before?"

"Also, remember to remove the fragrance of women before you say this." Her tone was cold and unkind.

"Fragrance?"

Mu Zhian was puzzled, looking at Lan Mulian's beautiful eyes as clear as a cold pond, and he suddenly realized and took out a box of ointment from the ring: "Is this the fragrance you are talking about?"

Lan Mulian narrowed her eyes: "This is..."

"I got the ointment by chance a few days ago. I thought I had to prepare a little when I came to see my senior sister..." Mu Zhian said.

Then, he handed the ointment to Lan Mulian.

"Although I have used some, if you don't mind... please accept it, Senior Sister."

"Maybe it is of no use for cultivation, but it can increase the charm of women."

Lan Mulian's eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced at Mu Zhian, and finally took the ointment.

Looking at this scene, Mu Zhian felt relieved.

When he first met Lan Mulian, he felt that her attitude was a little strange. At first, he thought it was because he had been writing to her less frequently recently, but it turned out to be because of the ointment.

This woman seems cold as ice, but in fact she has a strong possessiveness. She is the type of domineering female president. If the window paper between the two parties had not been broken, she might have been controlled to death.

In any case, with the previous two preparations, Lan Mulian's attitude towards Mu Zhian was obviously much "friendly", and the two of them came to a villa unknowingly.

The decoration in the villa looked classical and elegant. At Lan Mulian's suggestion, Mu Zhian sat on a chair beside the table, then looked around and said, "It's quiet and peaceful here, but wouldn't it be too quiet for Senior Sister to live here alone?"

Lan Mulian put the ointment into the ring and smiled faintly, "Feiying comes here occasionally, and Master also often brings a chessboard to play chess with me."

"Also, you often wrote here before." Lan Mulian continued.

That look seemed to be a little more cold.

Obviously, although this arrogant Senior Sister had never expressed dissatisfaction with Mu Zhian's coldness during this period, a word or a gesture revealed this information all the time.

"Sorry... but too many things have happened recently, and the Ascension Conference is of great importance, so I naturally want to improve my own strength."

Mu Zhian paused and sighed: "After this Ascension Conference, I will probably be free."

Lan Murian had a blank expression: "You came to me today, is it also about the Ascension Conference?"

Mu Zhian shook his head and said: "It's also because I haven't seen my senior sister for a long time."

When he said the last word, he looked up at the senior sister who was wearing a moon-white long skirt and had breasts big enough to be placed on the table.

This time Mu Zhian seemed very sincere.

After seeing Lan Murian today, he missed this senior sister a little. He came to see her today, and he also wanted to have a good exchange with her.

Lan Murian sneered, "You only think of me at times like this."

Senior sister seems to be jealous, should I be relieved... Mu Zhian looked at Lan Murian in surprise, and then immediately said: "There won't be much to do after the Ascension Conference, and I can keep communicating with Senior Sister through paper cranes."

I swear that I will do anything for Senior Sister in the future! Even if I become a licking dog, it doesn't matter...

Lan Murian's expression seemed to ease a little, and she nodded slightly.

Then, as if she felt Mu Zhian's eyes, she said calmly: "Paper crane communication is secondary. Compared to this, I have already considered the things you mentioned in the letter just now."

Senior sister's way of changing the subject is so abrupt... Mu Zhian saw through it but didn't say it, and listened to her quietly.

"It stands to reason that the first generation demon king shouldn't have considered passing down the Heavenly Phoenix Art to the next generation..." Lan Murian's cold eyes met Mu Zhian's, "After all, it's strange that you got the ring he left behind."

"If I were him, you wouldn't even see the ring, I would destroy it directly."

Mu Zhian nodded silently.

Senior sister and I really have the same thoughts, she is worthy of being my wife...

Why did the first generation demon king leave behind the ring that preserved the Heavenly Phoenix Art?

The first generation demon king has completely mastered the Heavenly Phoenix Art. If it is destroyed, wouldn't the first generation demon king be the only one who masters this art in the world?

As a being in the Hedao realm, it is very difficult to die as long as he doesn't commit suicide, not to mention that he is a nine-life Heavenly Phoenix.

In this case, what is the purpose of keeping this art?

"Let me see the ring." Lan Murian said.

Mu Zhian handed her the ring left by the demon king.

He would seek Lan Murian's help, not because of a random request, but because this woman is a divine body of destiny, able to see through the origin of all things, and even analyze and decompose them.

When the demon king ring fell into Lan Murian's palm, she closed her eyes and peeked at the most primitive essence of the ring.

Unknowingly, an incense stick of time passed.

Mu Zhian was very patient, sitting aside and waiting patiently, looking at the ring in Lan Murian's hand, but his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the front of her white dress several times.

The plump breasts that could not be concealed proudly propped up the lapels, and the skin in the candlelit room was still white and smooth.

This woman had a ravine on her chest, and she was probably one of the few who could compete with Nai Xi.

After nearly half a minute, Mu Zhian suddenly felt Lan Murian's curled eyelashes tremble slightly, and then slowly opened her eyes.

"Senior sister, how is it?" Mu Zhian asked immediately.

Lan Murian opened her red lips slightly and was about to speak.

Boom!

However, at this moment, there was a violent shaking from the ground.

Mu Zhian's sight fell on the ring in Lan Murian's hand. At this moment, the demon king ring in the hands of this senior sister quietly lit up an unprecedented blazing white light!

Mu Zhian's mind reacted almost immediately.

... This ring of the first generation demon king is indeed strange!