Chapter 389 The first monk reaches the fairyland! 3K

"This drop of essence and blood is indeed a fairyland..."

After nearly half an hour, Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes, feeling the drops of blood flowing through his body, and his voice was a little trembling.

Ye Qingxin and Yao Meng's previous judgments were not wrong. This blood essence was definitely left by the first monk in Kyushu.

The power of this drop of essence and blood alone is so powerful that it is indescribable.

Is the person in the ancient coffin the first immortal in Kyushu...?

Thoughts flashed in Mu Zhian's mind. At this moment, he suddenly vaguely heard a cold and sweet voice coming from outside: "Can I come in?"

Sister Mengrou?

Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Zhian immediately stood up and opened the door, and saw the maid standing at the door.

"Sister Mengrou, how did you know I was here?" Mu Zhian said in surprise.

Wei Mengrou raised her snow-white chin slightly and said calmly: "Who in this Yaochi doesn't know that Young Master Mu is favored by the Qing Emperor and meditates with her in Guiyi Pavilion every day?"

These words sounded yin and yang... Mu Zhian kept smiling and stepped aside: "Anyway, let's come in first."

In the attic, the sound of water gushing from the divine spring outside could be vaguely heard. Mu Zhian prepared a cup of tea made from the enlightenment leaves for Wei Mengrou, handed it to her and said: "This enlightenment tea is only effective when the monk takes it for the first time. Meng Sister Rou, give it a try.”

Wei Mengrou looked at Mu Zhian, who was smiling, took the tea, took a sip silently, and said, "You are living a good life here, with the magic elixir and the company of a beautiful woman."

Mu Zhian stared at her delicate and charming side face and said softly: "Yes, now we have both a magical elixir and a beautiful woman as our companion. It's great to have Sister Mengrou as our companion."

Wei Mengrou: "→-→"

A hint of shame flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she gave him a disdainful sideways glance.

Obviously he wanted to mock his young master, but in the end he felt as if he had punched cotton.

"This tea is quite good. It should be blessed by spiritual energy from practicing for about two months." Wei Mengrou said softly, changing the subject to hide her inner shyness.

Mu Zhian looked at the cold and indifferent expression on Sister Mengrou's face, and sighed softly: "Yes, this Enlightenment Tea is good. It is made from the leaves of the Heavenly Dan Phoenix Tree. It's a pity that after taking it once, it will cause It will no longer have any effect, so Yao Meng uses it to soak his feet during this period. "

Wei Mengrou just took a sip of tea and couldn't help coughing slightly when she heard this. Mu Zhian hurriedly patted her back and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Sister Mengrou?"

Wei Mengrou took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped the corners of her mouth, and said resentfully: "You did it on purpose, right?"

Mu Zhian smiled and said nothing.

It was not that she didn't know about her young master's evil intentions, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"Just a little joke with you. The number of Enlightenment Leaves is scarce, and Yao Meng cannot be so extravagant. He has only soaked it twice in these days." Mu Zhian said with a smile.

"Isn't it still used to soak your feet?"

Wei Mengrou gave Mu Zhian a big roll of her eyes. The iceberg beauty's posture actually added a bit of elegance.

"By the way, why did Sister Mengrou come here alone? Ruoxi and the others didn't come to Yaochi?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked casually.

Wei Mengrou said coldly, "I don't know."

Seeing the cold and arrogant look on her face, Mu Zhian couldn't help but reach out and gently poke Wei Mengrou's waist.

Wei Mengrou immediately reached out to push his hand away and said calmly: "Master, please respect yourself."

Mu Zhian poked her waist again.

Wei Mengrou was about to push it away, but Mu Zhian immediately took advantage of the situation and held her soft little hand.

He put his arm around Wei Mengrou's slim waist very skillfully and whispered: "Sister Mengrou, forget it, now is the time for the two of us to be alone."

Wei Mengrou pretended to struggle for a few times, trying to pull her hand out, but Mu Zhian held it tighter.

Looking at the silent beauty, Mu Zhian suddenly said: "By the way, why did Sister Mengrou come over to me all of a sudden? Do you just want to see me?"

Only then did Wei Mengrou wake up from her previous daze and gave Mu Zhian a cold and contemptuous look: "You are too pretentious."

Mu Zhian couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, looking quite excited.

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Mengrou asked hesitantly, wondering why the young master suddenly fell ill despite being fine.

"That look just now. Can Sister Mengrou look at me with that disdain again?" Mu Zhian asked expectantly.

"By the way, there are all kinds of skirts, stockings, and even high-heeled shoes in this room! Can you put it on and then lift up your skirt and look at me with a face of shame, saying something like 'Master, please look at me' -"

The blush on Wei Mengrou's face became more and more intense, and her beautiful eyes were full of shame. She gave him an angry look and cursed softly: "Get out!"

Hmm... It should be said that she is indeed a maid. Even the curses are quite flavorful.

Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but when he saw that Wei Mengrou's usually cold face was already flushed, it was enough. He changed the topic and asked, "What did Sister Mengrou come to see me for?"

Wei Mengrou gradually woke up from the previous extremely shameful state, and said quietly: "The Immortal-Eating Lock previously guided me to the place where you live."

Mu Zhian took the opportunity to look at her right thigh. A black butterfly was engraved on the flawless white jade leg, which added a bit of beauty to the already alluring maid.

No matter how many times he looked at it, Mu Zhian couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This butterfly is really hot.

It's just a pattern, why is it so tempting... Mu Zhian reached out and touched Wei Mengrou's beautiful legs intentionally or unintentionally.

The soft and beautiful touch like white jade made her heart tremble, and Wei Mengrou's body trembled slightly.

"Then, what did the Immortal Devouring Lock tell you?" Mu Zhian gently stroked the butterfly on it again and asked.

Could it be that this Immortal Devouring Lock also missed the feeling of tying me up...

Wei Mengrou bit her lips lightly, glared at Mu Zhian, and whispered in shame and displeasure: "Let go of your hand first."

There seemed to be mist in her eyes, and her heart was beating like a deer. She was obviously very dissatisfied with the young master's bold move at this moment, but she couldn't bear to directly push his palm away.

Otherwise, with her current strength close to returning to the void, it would be easy to cooperate with the Immortal Devouring Lock.

While enjoying the soft touch in his palm, Mu Zhian pondered for a moment and smiled: "I haven't heard Sister Mengrou call me by a proper name for a long time. Why don't you try it now?"

"After all, you are my maid."

Wei Mengrou snorted and gave Mu Zhian a look of contempt and disdain, and said coldly: "Whether you want to listen or not, it doesn't hurt me anyway-"

"Woo..."

Mu Zhian calmly put his hands around her plump waist, then lowered his head, bit her lips and kissed her gently.

Wei Mengrou made an irrepressible soft voice, and her cold voice in the past unconsciously became charming, and her whole body seemed to be numb.

"Don't be like this... What do you think will happen if Ruoxi and Senior Sister come and see us later?" Wei Mengrou finally found a free time and made a hesitant sound.

However, Mu Zhian ignored it at all, but lowered his head and occupied her attractive red lips in a more enthusiastic way.

Seeing that the threat was fruitless, Wei Mengrou endured the numbness in her body, pressed her hands on her young master's shoulders, and gently pushed him away.

Noticing his fiery eyes staring at her, she turned her face away first, only giving Mu Zhian a cold side profile.

Then after a long silence, she buried her face and stammered: "Master, Master..."

The moment she opened her mouth, she suddenly felt extremely ashamed. It was obvious that her face must be full of blush now.

However, it was such a shameful posture, but in her heart, she had an urge to get close to the young master's arms and let him touch her.

This itchy feeling made Wei Mengrou's delicate hands subconsciously grasp the bed sheet, carefully peeking at the young master's expression through his forehead, and whispered: "Is this okay?"

"...Master."

She simply went all out and shouted softly again. Although the voice was so soft that it seemed to be inaudible, it was like a critical hit, and it went straight into Mu Zhian's heart.

He reached out and hugged the mature and sexy imperial sister maid, letting her close to his arms, and then gently stroked her hair.

She was so cold that she seemed to be able to frostbite people on weekdays, but at this moment she was as gentle as a kitten. Such a contrast made Mu Zhian a little overwhelmed.

"Have you missed me during this period?" Mu Zhian looked down at the beauty in his arms and asked softly.

Wei Mengrou buried her face a little deeper, and her pretty face was stained with a seductive blush. After being silent for an unknown period of time, she made a voice so small that it was almost inaudible:

"Well... I miss you."

Not good, I really want to be intimate with Sister Mengrou now... Mu Zhian's mood was excited, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

He calmed down a little, barely suppressed the impulse, and said: "You said before that the Immortal Devouring Lock led you to come here to find me, but what did the Immortal Devouring Lock notice?"

"The Immortal Devouring Lock discovered that there is the spiritual consciousness of the third original witch in your attic." Wei Mengrou said softly.

Mu Zhian was startled, and the stroking action paused: "So, you came to me because you sensed the breath of the original witch?"

"But the original witch was still asleep just now, it is impossible for her to emit any breath, and I have been refining the drop of blood essence I got from the abyss before-"

Mu Zhian's voice suddenly stagnated, and then his expression faded from his face bit by bit.

Wait...

That drop of blood essence was left by the immortal who ascended to the fairyland, and it was when I refined that drop of blood essence that Sister Meng Rou sensed the breath of the original witch through the Immortal Devouring Lock...

The clues in Mu Zhian's mind gradually became clear and connected together.

Boom!

Afterwards, it seemed as if a lightning bolt struck his brain, causing Mu Zhian's pupils to shrink violently, and he stared at the maid's delicate face like ice and snow in disbelief.

The original witch is the immortal who ascended to the fairyland? !

No, how could it be...Didn't the original witch just reach the Dao realm, why did she become the fairyland again?

You know, the limit of a cultivator is only the Hedao realm. To go further, one must break the shackles of heaven and earth before he can ascend to heaven.

And there is no means to reach the immortal realm.

From the beginning to the end, there was only one person who reached the immortal realm, and that was the first cultivator who created the term "cultivation of immortality".

It can be said that she is the god of creation, the only immortal.

The original witch... is the immortal realm?

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[I feel so much about writing about Sister Meng Rou that I can't help but spend a little more ink. I will try to write another chapter tonight and post it early tomorrow. Today is close to 9,000 words! ]