Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 325: Raising Gods 5

Mo Jingchun looked at this scene, his pair of strange fox eyes full of mischief. He leaned back lazily, holding a small green teacup in one hand, smiling.

"You look like this..."

He paused for a moment, looked Qiu Yueming up and down, and then said meaningfully: "...Why do you seem to be teased?"

Qiu Yueming's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse, and she replied casually: "I was just angry."

Mo Jingchun raised his eyebrows, his lips curved wantonly, and said jokingly: "I am curious about who can make the famous gentleman in the fairy world so angry."

Qiu Yueming ignored the sarcasm in his words. He lowered his eyes and used magic to clean the water stains on his clothes. His tone was cold: "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out."

"Tsk, that's really boring."

Mo Jingchun was smiling, and he didn't look angry at all, but upon closer inspection, his smiling fox eyes were as dark and cold as the abyss from beginning to end.

"You have also received the memorial from the Qishan Sword Sect, right?"

He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, his voice carrying his usual smile, "Lingxu Sect used forbidden techniques and sacrificed 100,000 lives to forge a spiritual vein, in an attempt to continue the sect."

He slightly opened his eyelids, and his dark gaze fell on Qiu Yueming. He chuckled and asked, "Dao Zun, what do you think about the truth of this matter?"

“Does it matter whether it’s true or not?”

Now that the spiritual veins are drying up, the spiritual energy of the six realms is weakening day by day. This situation is like years of drought, with water sources becoming increasingly scarce. Naturally, the little that is left is something that everyone is scrambling for.

Qiu Yueming withdrew his gaze from the door of the bathing pool and said indifferently, "Even if this is false, they will find a way to make it true."

After all, not only can you get rid of a thorn in your side, but you can also occupy a spiritual vein. Who wouldn't want to kill two birds with one stone?

Mo Jingchun obviously knew the reason. He smiled and said, "Oh my, this famous and upright sect is even more ruthless than us demons."

Qiu Yueming raised his eyes and glanced at him, a little impatient, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out."

The latter let out a bored sigh and finally got to the point after a roundabout way.

"Since they are all so bad, I have the responsibility to enforce justice."

Mo Jingchun smiled and continued, "They are going to sacrifice those 100,000 innocent lives. How abominable! Unlike me, I am sacrificing these 100,000 evil people to punish evil and promote good. It is a great merit."

His inexplicable words simply meant two things.

First, he wanted to sacrifice several famous and upright sects in order to forge a spiritual vein; second, when chaos arose and evil thoughts spread, it was the perfect time for Qiu Yueming to have a feast.

Nowadays, the Heavenly Dao suppresses all evil and chaos, maintains the balance between good and evil in the six realms and the laws of the Dao. Qiu Yueming, who lives on evil thoughts, is not only experiencing a repeated decline in strength, but is almost starving to death.

So he naturally would not throw away the olive branch extended to him by the Demon Lord Mo Jingchun.

"When?"

"Hmm... Isn't the Qishan Sword Sect going to hold a disciple recruitment meeting? They are inviting all the people who participated in the trial to discuss this matter. If we put our money together, there will be at least 100,000 people."

Mo Jingchun came to the conclusion lightly, and just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Qiu Yueming suddenly stand up and hurriedly use his spiritual power to slam the door shut again.

"Qing Wan, put on your clothes!"

Qiu Yueming gritted his teeth, but his ears were red, which surprised Mo Jingchun.

Just now he only caught a glimpse of a white figure and saw nothing else, but he vaguely smelled the scent of peony.

It's very similar to the one on Qiu Yueming.

As his thoughts spread uncontrollably, he heard the person inside the door reply angrily, "Clothes, I don't know how to wear them."

The charming voice was soft and sweet, but the word order and pauses were very strange.

However, Qiu Yueming was obviously very used to it. He stood up again, rolled up his sleeves skillfully, and walked in while saying helplessly: "Didn't I teach you once?"

“I haven’t learned it yet.”

"Only a fool can't learn..."

The children's bickering disappeared behind the door. Mo Jingchun lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, and suddenly felt that the Edelweiss tea from Wuwang Mountain was just so-so.

In the bathtub just across the door, her clothes were loose and her black hair, which was tied crookedly, was still wet.

The clothes were originally white, and when soaked by water, a large area of ​​them was soaked, and the appearance of the inner part was vaguely visible.

Exquisite, fair and pretty.

The little face, which was smoked pink by the heat, was as charming as a monster that wanted to eat people's hearts. Although there was no lust in it, it made people blush and their hearts beat fast.

Qiu Yueming's throat, which had been soaked with cold water before, became thirsty again.

He looked away uncomfortably, picked up a towel and wrung the water out of her hair, while repeating in a nagging manner: "You need to dry your hair after taking a shower, and you are not allowed to wear wet clothes in front of others. When guests come, you need to dress neatly and appropriately, do you understand?"

Qing Wan was sitting in front of him, imitating his movements to wring out the water from her sleeves. She didn't hear much of what he said, but nodded very skillfully.

In a blink of an eye, it was the Qishan Sword Sect’s once-in-a-decade disciple-recruiting ceremony. The sun was shining brightly and the spring scenery was beautiful.

As the number one sect in the fairy world, the pomp and scale will naturally not be left behind, especially this year there are other tribes coming to discuss important matters, so every detail is taken to the extreme.

As the sect's supreme elder, Qiu Yueming's decision to go or not was naturally up to him. However, this year was particularly special after all, so Tian Heng, the head of the Qishan Sword Sect, went to Wuwang Mountain in person.

"Master, I hope you are well."

The wooden boy in front of the hall leaned forward slightly, and explained in a very steady and childish voice: "The Dao Master is about to break through, and he went into seclusion yesterday. The time of his exit is yet to be determined."

This is a refusal.

Tian Heng had an idea in mind, but at the same time he was shocked that Qiu Yueming's realm was still improving continuously.

He remembered that this person's original realm was already the Taiyi realm. If he continued to break through, wouldn't he be able to step into the Daozu realm?

Apart from the one in the God Realm, this is the only one who can reach this height.

Tian Heng felt very upset thinking about his stagnant cultivation, and he didn't even notice that his apprentice was distracted frequently.

After saying goodbye to Mu Tong and about to leave Wuwang Mountain, Gu Zhuo, who had been following behind in silence, suddenly spoke.

"Master, I think my storage bag is lost?"

Tian Heng, who was already upset, frowned instantly upon hearing this. Especially when he heard Gu Zhuo say that it contained many voodoo secret drugs, he became even more furious.

"This is Wuwang Mountain!" Tian Heng lowered his voice and scolded, "The Taoist Master is merciful. If the monsters here accidentally eat and die, how do you want him to look at me?!"

"Master, please forgive me." Gu Zhuo lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I will go and find it again right away."