He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 87 My 23 Master's Stories (10)

At that time, at the foot of Broken Heart Cliff.

As the longsword slashed down, the airflow from its blade condensed into a killing intent, splitting the spring water at the bottom of the cliff in two, forming a waterway half a zhang wide. The smooth stones on the waterway were exposed to Wen Yan Leng Ning's gaze.

She sheathed her sword, leaped down from mid-air, and sped across the half-zhang-wide waterway.

In a moment, the road disappeared, and the cascading water curtain swayed slightly.

Inside the water curtain.

Wen Yan sized up the man sitting cross-legged on the jade lotus.

Her dark hair hung down, draped over pink and white flower petals, her jade-like face was aloof, and her purplish-black robe was half-open.

Your beauty is unparalleled, unmatched in the world.

Wen Yan sat on the ground, engrossed in reading a storybook written on sheepskin.

Upon closer inspection, one could see several large, bright characters on the sheepskin cover.

The Demon King's Unbridled Flirting, the Cold-Faced Master's Gentle Pampering

Wen Yan read it very carefully, pondering each word.

She carefully lifted her eyelids, glanced at Mo Zhu beside her, then turned away, feeling uneasy, and turned to open a page, opening up the whole world from the female protagonist's perspective.

The curtained cave was desolate and simple, with only a jade lotus in the center and a pile of storybooks. Wen Yan sat in the pile of storybooks, lost in thought.

The story is quite interesting. It tells the tale of a woman named Bai Lingling who, after several trials and tribulations of love and heartbreak, finally achieves a happy ending with her master Xiao Yilin and the demon king Zhaoyan.

However, she felt a tightness in her chest.

In the storybook, there is a senior sister who shares the same name as her but has a different fate. She became famous at a young age, but died by destroying her own meridians and breaking her sword in order to save Bai Lingling.

Before she died, she gazed at the distant peaks, her red tears soaking her hair.

Wen Yan's heart clenched, her mind felt as if it were sinking into a quagmire, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

She sat there, her consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse, her soul in turmoil.

This is the punishment for revealing the secrets of heaven.

Before Wen Yan could even feel the pain, a familiar mist swirled around her a few times.

The mist gently brushed against her cheeks, and a continuous stream of spiritual energy flowed in, warm and comforting, gradually pulling her out of the mire.

Wen Yan reached out, and the mist fell into her palm. She turned her head and stared at Mo Zhu for a long, long time, until her eyes, which were sore from crying, welled up with tears again, which fell into the misty fog with a soft thud.

She lowered her head, hurriedly wiped away her tears, and laughed at herself.

What's with the sentimentality? It's just a storybook, why are you getting all emotional about it?

She is not the senior sister, and the senior sister is not her.

She didn't save Bai Lingling, but she died without regret. She was saved by her benefactor and is now staying by his side.

Life may be ordinary, but it is warm.

Wen Yan brushed aside the storybook at her feet, walked straight behind Mo Zhu, skillfully took out the roasted antelope leg meat, picked out a few fruits, put them in a bag, and slowly moved to sit down next to Mo Zhu.

She leaned against the lotus flower, not daring to presume to rest her head on it.

However, she was somewhat uneasy, feeling that something big was about to happen.

Wen Yan shook her head, dispelling her worries, and focused on eating the grilled meat in her hand.

The antelope-toothed beast was roasted by Mo Zhu and smelled delicious, and the fruit he found was also very sweet.

Actually, he woke up once during the month and taught her how to enter the Water Curtain Cave. He roasted enough meat for her to eat for a year, and picked the best and sweetest fruits in the entire forest, placing them right next to her.

At that moment, Mo Zhu had some free time after arranging everything. He gently patted Wen Yan's forehead, raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Wen Xiao Yan, did you really think I was going to die?"

Wen Yan murmured something, her eyes were red, and she lowered her head, not wanting to speak.

Mo Zhu stared at the whorl of hair on the top of her head and thought it was kind of cute, and wanted to touch it.

He's never been one to restrain himself; he does whatever comes to mind.

Wen Yan was feeling down when someone smoothed her hair.

Wen Yan:……

The sadness came to an abrupt end.

Mo Zhu's nose twitched, and the bitter taste faded.

A faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips as he reached out and lifted her chin, casually wiping away the tears that were about to fall.

"Wen Xiaoyan, do you cry a lot?"

The man acted freely, and doing extremely intimate things was perfectly normal for him...

Stop! Wen Yan forced herself to stay calm.

I can't think about it anymore, my face is burning up.

However, looking back now, her heart was really racing at the time.

"Wen Yan, whistling sound!" Wen Yan has come out to practice his sword!

The eagle flapped its wings and howled above the spring, but it couldn't get into the Water Curtain Cave.

It gets angry just thinking about it. Why is it that its tall, mighty, brave, and domineering master won't let it in, but that new servant can?

Just because it's the eagle's alpha?

hateful!

Wen Yan flew out with her sword, landing precisely on the back of the killing eagle. The killing eagle reluctantly carried her to North Lake.

The closer Wen Yan got to Beihu, the stronger her unease became.

Until she bumped into a group of people so familiar that she would recognize them even if they were ashes, the two sides stared at each other in silence.

Ling Liufeng was the first to react, excitedly calling out "Senior Sister" and about to fly over, but was stopped by Xiao Yilin.

Upon hearing his voice, Wen Yan's tense expression eased. She nodded to him and replied, "Junior Brother."

Ling Yifeng stared at the aloof and jade-like person opposite him with a complicated expression. In fact, what he noticed first was not Wen Yan, but the divine beast at her feet - the Purple Profound Giant Eagle.

The mythical beasts are arrogant and have a fiery temper. They will fight anyone except their master. Unless it is someone they approve of, a battle is inevitable.

Ling Yifeng's eyes gradually hardened. If only the Immortal Sword Sect had the Purple Profound Giant Eagle guarding it...

“Xiao Yan, since you are alright, why don’t you return to the sect soon? Lingling and I are very worried about you.”

Ling Yifeng's tone was gentle, but upon closer listening, it carried a hint of reproach, as if he were blaming her for not bringing such a divine beast back to the sect sooner to contribute to the overall improvement of the sect's strength.

Wen Yan smiled faintly, her sarcasm obvious: "Worried about me? I thought I had done something unforgivable that deserved the sect's full-scale pursuit. That's the kind of treatment only the most heinous criminals get."

Then, she curled her lips into a cold smile: "And I've experienced it twice."

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Ling Yifeng looked embarrassed and tried to ease the tension: "Xiao Yan, you've misunderstood. We're here to rescue you."

"Oh, you killed me once and then presumptuously saved me?"

"So what? The purpose is to make me grateful to tears? How ridiculous."

Wen Yan's sarcastic remarks burned their faces.

Even the eloquent Ling Yifeng was speechless for a long time.

Xiao Yilin frowned, her tone already tinged with anger: "Wen Yan, what do you mean by this? Are you accusing your teacher of having ulterior motives?"

Wen Yan was already impatient. In the past, she would have been hurt by these words, but now, she only wanted to do one thing with these hypocritical and selfish people—

Kill them.

"Draw your sword," Wen Yan said coldly.

The eagle roared in perfect unison, causing the ancient trees within a twenty-mile radius to rustle and groan from the violent air currents.

The Phoenix Sword had been drawn, and the crimson flames almost dried up the air, making Ling Yifeng and the others nearly suffocate.

Xiao Yilin used his longsword to cut through the airflow, isolating himself from the pressure of the divine sword, and took the initiative to fly into the air.

He gazed at Wen Yan, his gentle eyes as calm as an ancient well: "Little Yan, stop making a fuss. Lingling is seriously injured, and I had no choice but to resort to this tactic."

"Furthermore, everything has a cause and effect. The fact that your master and others helped you enter the seal is the cause, and that you obtained the divine sword and divine beast is the effect. If we really talk about it, you should thank your master."

"Besides, now that you have the help of a divine sword and a divine beast, you should cherish this opportunity even more. Stop making trouble and come back with your master."

In a few words, the incident was defined as a child throwing a tantrum.

Xiao Yilin believed that he was tolerant and compassionate, and that Wen Yan should bow her head and reflect on her narrow-mindedness in the face of the forgiveness he bestowed upon her.

To hell with forgiveness!

Wen Yan brandished her sword, and the blazing flames pierced the sky, pointing directly at Xiao Yilin.