Fairy wife is so hard to woo

This was the first time that Su Xiaofan saw Qingyao's face so cold. She was always warm and open when talking to him.

Su Xiaofan walked up to his senior sister stiffly and looked at Qingyao, who was holding her hands on her chest with a cold look. He was about to explain when a clear and mature voice suddenly came.

"Yao'er, don't make trouble."

A woman wearing white palace clothes and with the appearance of a fairy came over. It was Yu Mengzhu, the great elder of Qingyue Sect.

"You go first, I have something to tell Fan'er."

"Master, you are still treating your junior brother like this, huh!" Qingyao heard this, she snorted coldly and walked away without looking back.

This was the second time Su Xiaofan met Yu Mengzhu since they had a brief meeting last time.

But in terms of appearance, Yu Mengzhu has a more mature charm than Qingyao and Ling Yurou. Ling Yurou is more aloof and cold, Qingyao is more enthusiastic, and Yu Mengzhu is noble. She wears a white palace dress, and her white hair is The flying fairy hairpin was in my mind, and there were a few strands of hair hanging down in front of the white and smooth forehead. The whole person was filled with a noble temperament that made people afraid to approach him.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on Master's face?" Yu Mengzhu asked with a chuckle when she saw her disciple, who had been out for a long time, staring at her.

"No...no..." Su Xiaofan quickly lowered his head upon hearing this.

"Let's go, Master wants to tell you something." Yu Mengzhu looked at Su Xiaofan gently and said softly.

Walking into the largest palace on Qingyue Mountain, Su Xiaofan looked at everything around him and felt very familiar, just like he had lived here since he was a child.

Although the main hall was decorated magnificently, Su Xiaofan tried hard to recall the scene that appeared in his dream, but it was different from the main hall with rivers of blood and corpses. It seemed to have happened earlier.

"Palace Master!"

Yu Mengzhu and Su Xiaofan walked in the main hall. Many beautiful maids stood on both sides to say hello to Yu Mengzhu.

Su Xiaofan discovered that these maids had at least the foundation-building level of cultivation. The maids who could enter Yu Mengzhu Palace were not ordinary people.

In a room filled with faint fragrance, a candlestick was placed on the jade table. The candle lit up the whole room. Su Xiaofan sat on the stone chair uneasily.

"Fan'er, stretch out your hand and show it to me, master." Yu Mengzhu stared at Su Xiaofan with his green eyes and said softly.

"Oh." Although he didn't know what Yu Mengzhu was going to do, Su Xiaofan stretched out his hand without much thought.

Su Xiaofan looked at Yu Mengzhu's cyan-painted nails. Her jade hands were as white as ivory, and her fingers were slender and slender without any flaws.

Yu Mengzhu pressed her jade hand on Su Xiaofan's wrist, feeling the beating of her meridians.

After a while, Su Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the expression on Yu Mengzhu's face did not change at all.

"Master, do you have any questions?"

"It's strange. Your meridians have been completely blocked since you were a child, and now they are all open!"

In the past, Yu Mengzhu used countless precious treasures of heaven and earth for Su Xiaofan, but they could not solve the problem of meridians. Later, as Su Xiaofan grew up and saw that he was still unable to practice, he wanted him to live an ordinary life, so he allowed him to Su Xiaofan came out of Qingyue Palace.

Facing the master's doubts, Su Xiaofan told her everything that happened in the past month, including the fact that he could not remember anything after waking up from amnesia, but he was able to practice, but his cultivation had stagnated in the foundation building period.

Yu Mengzhu thought for a long time and then said slowly: "After breaking and standing, it may be that this amnesia caused you to break through the meridians in your body. Only when the power accumulated in your body burst out suddenly can you explain it."

After confirming again that Su Xiaofan could practice normally, the smile on Yu Mengzhu's face never broke. She regarded Su Xiaofan as her own child. Although he could live a normal life well, he would still be different from immortals if he could not practice. A hundred years later, she Youth is still the same, Su Xiaofan takes the first step, and Yu Mengzhu's heart aches when she thinks of this countless nights before.

"Fan'er~" Yu Mengzhu stood up and walked behind Su Xiaofan, stretched out her jade hands and gently hugged his neck, looking at him with very gentle eyes.

Smelling the body fragrance of the master behind him, Su Xiaofan quickly turned around and said, "Yes."

"You are not very talented, but you can become great as long as you work hard. If you have something you don't understand in the future, you can ask your master or your senior sister. You must work hard, you know?"

"I know, Master!" Su Xiaofan felt a warm current in his heart as he listened to Yu Mengzhu's caring words.

"Well, by the way, I heard that you and Ling Yurou are together, is it true?" Yu Mengzhu suddenly asked.

After hearing this, Su Xiaofan immediately stood up from the stone chair, turned to look at Yu Mengzhu, and said firmly: "Disciple is indeed interested in Rou'er, but she has not agreed or refused. These rumors are spread by those people. of."

"Is that so? That's best. From now on, you should keep a distance from Ling Yurou and get closer to your senior sister Qingyao." Yu Mengzhu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Ling Yurou had not yet agreed.

"You and Yao'er are both my disciples. Masters from outside are not at ease. When the Five Sects Conference is over, my master will arrange for you and my senior sister to get married." Yu Mengzhu looked at Su Xiaofan and said in a gentle tone.

"Master, Rou'er didn't refuse. Besides, Senior Sister Qingyao must have her own ideas." Seeing that Yu Mengzhu had already arranged a marriage for him, Su Xiaofan said quickly.

"no!"

Yu Mengzhu sat next to Su Xiaofan, stretched out a pair of jade hands to hold his face, looked at Su Xiaofan with blue colored lenses, and said softly: "Fan'er, your senior sister's thoughts are very clear to me. You two grew up together, and she has been since childhood. Treat you as a family member and ask Yao'er to marry you as a teacher. She will definitely be happy. If you still like other women, we can discuss it if Yao'er doesn't object..."

Speaking of this, Yu Mengzhu's gentle tone changed and he said somewhat forcefully: "But Ling Yurou is the only one who really can't do it. Although she is very beautiful, there are so many beautiful women in the world. I can choose anyone but her." , understand?”

Su Xiaofan saw that Yu Mengzhu had a tough attitude, and she was still so gentle to him after the master-disciple finally reunited. Su Xiaofan didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. He later neither agreed nor refused.

After leaving Qingyue Palace, Su Xiaofan looked at the starry sky and remembered the scene when he and Ling Yurou first met.

Ling Yurou's beautiful figure at that time was deeply engraved in his heart.

Su Xiaofan walked to his yard as he thought about it. Compared with the Qingyue Sect's small courtyard in the border area, the conditions here were simply incomparable to heaven and earth.

After taking off his coat, Su Xiaofan lay on the big bed made of silk. It was soft and comfortable, and soon he felt sleepy.

Squeak... da! clatter! clatter!

After the door opened, there was a sound of high heels stepping on the ground, which was very obvious in the silent night.

After the sound approached, Su Xiaofan suddenly sat up, pulled out the wind sword from under the pillow, and pressed it against the visitor's neck.

"who!"

Taking advantage of the bright white moonlight that floated in from the door, Su Xiaofan saw the face of the visitor clearly, and the wind sword suddenly fell to the ground with a clang.

It was a charming and alluring face. Big tears fell from her dull eyes. The feeling of sadness could no longer be described in words.

"Sister Qingyao, you..." Su Xiaofan said in a trembling voice.