Chapter 41 Chapter 41 "Aning, your hands are so cold."...
Yao Ning took a closer look and saw that there were no dry bones at all, but rather a pretty face with a rosy complexion.
She tilted her head slightly, already keeping her attention in mind.
The girl in red didn't dodge or evade, letting her look at her, and after a while she actually took the initiative to approach.
Miss Liu screamed and hid in the corner with a pale face.
The girl in red waved her hand and cast a barrier, isolating everyone on the deck, then leaned over to look at Yao Ning who was still leaning leisurely in the chair.
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft and charming: "How did you seduce him?"
Yao Ning raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl calmly.
"So Miss Liu's rude words just now were actually instigated by you?"
The girl in red sneered, "She's stupid, she can't blame anyone else."
Yao Ning nodded, as if agreeing with her words.
"You said I seduced Shen Qian?"
The girl in red stood up straight, a strange look on her face. She hesitated to speak, then said coldly, "Isn't it?"
Yao Ning looked at her attire and said, "You also admire Zixiao Daojun? It's a pity that Chen Qian doesn't like this red dress."
The girl said meaningfully: "No, he likes it very much."
She walked around Yao Ning, and wherever her skirt passed, a rich fragrance wafted out.
"You don't know, he looks at your portrait every night when no one is around, like the most infatuated man in the world."
Yao Ning frowned, feeling a strange feeling in his heart. Is this girl the same person she was talking about?
The aroma filled Yao Ning's nose, but she remained calm. The girl in red reached out and lifted her chin, her eyes sweeping over her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips inch by inch, her eyes mad and painful: "Can I grant you a good dream?"
"My Lord?" Yao Ning looked at her.
The girl remained silent, approaching her and speaking seductively, "What do all the infatuated men and women in this world desire? I've cultivated this technique for a hundred years, and I can invite a wisp of your beloved's consciousness into your dreams."
"If your ugly deeds are spread all over Jiuzhou, do you think your husband would want to kill you if he sees them?"
*
Chen Qian flew towards Zhongze on his sword. Mountains and rivers flashed by, and everything around him became a shadow.
There was a communication talisman hanging in front of him, with a few lines of writing on it.
[She's still seriously injured and is extremely afraid of the cold. How could you let her get out on the deck and get some fresh air?]
[…How dare I?]
[The Origin Mirror sensed it.]
[I'll wait a moment. I'll go invite my sister-in-law in.]
【Now. 】
$@%^……!No#
The last line of words was in disarray, as if the communication was being conveyed verbally but was disrupted by something unexpected.
In addition to the awe-inspiring scent, there is also a rich fragrance of peach blossoms.
Chen Qian stared at the handwriting and wondered, who was Shang Linran with? They were so close that the communication talisman was stained with that person's aura.
Moreover, he instinctively felt that the word "no" did not seem to come from Shang Linran's mouth.
【What are you doing? 】
Silence.
Chen Qian was about to ask again, but saw a line of handwriting slowly emerge.
【Now...right now, go...right now.】
The scent of peach blossoms wafting in the hot air.
Then another line appeared by itself: [Huh, ignore it, turn it off, hey you haven't turned it off yet——]
Chen Qian looked confused for a moment, then suddenly understood what was happening. He threw the communication talisman away as if he had come into contact with something dirty.
The cold wind blew on his face, and the heat on his face dissipated a little. Chen Qian couldn't help but think of Yao Ning.
Last night, he put a new jade pendant into her Qiankun bag.
Yao Ning's tracing mirror was long gone, so Chen Qian split his jade pendant into two. Since this half of the tracing mirror was not connected to his soul, he could no longer see Yao Ning at any time as before, and could only vaguely know her situation.
Chen Qian stroked the jade pendant on his waist and murmured, "Why didn't you reply to my message? It's been half a day, don't you miss me at all?"
"But I missed you so much."
He put down the jade pendant dejectedly, and suddenly paused. When he raised his eyes again, there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.
Something attracted a wisp of his consciousness.
Chen Qian had never been offended like this before in his life. No one dared to do so, and no one was not afraid of death.
He felt that the spiritual consciousness seemed to be drawn into a dream, and his eyes became a little colder.
"How... bold."
Daoist Master Zixiao said softly, feeling the pulling force, which was not weak, but not strong either.
He said impatiently: "Let go, you are looking for death."
The force paused for a moment, without letting him go, and a wisp of Shen Qian's consciousness was pulled into the dream.
He lowered his eyes to the Thunder Sword, and gathered spiritual power at his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, he could seriously injure the daring man.
In the dream, it was snowing heavily. In a dilapidated and desolate palace, on a high seat, Yao Ning was dressed in red, and a man with a gloomy face was kneeling at her feet.
Shen Qian injected a bit of his spiritual consciousness into it, and the man suddenly came alive like a puppet with a soul.
Outside, Chen Qian's sword-riding figure suddenly stopped, and the afterimages flying around him suddenly became clearer.
Under the blue sky, the immortal king's white clothes were whiter than snow, and the spiritual power at his fingertips suddenly dissipated.
*
In the dream, Yao Ning slowly looked around.
The man at her feet rolled his eyes and became more lively. When he looked at her, his eyes were moist and there was an unconcealed tenderness and affection in his expression.
"Aning." Shen Qian called her.
Yao Ning lowered his eyes and looked at the man who looked up: "You really came."
She kicked the man's knee: "Get up."
Chen Qian stood up obediently, his eyes still fixed on Yao Ning.
Yao Ning turned to the girl in red next to the chair and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you want us to perform a live sex show in this dream?"
"And then spread this dream image throughout Jiuzhou to make Chen Qian furious?"
Yao Ning looked at the man beside him: "Will you be angry?"
Shen Qianjun's face flushed all of a sudden.
But this is just a wisp of spiritual consciousness after all. This dream is not his home, so this body is not under his control.
Some law controls him.
His eyes became confused, and he knelt down at Yao Ning's feet again, repeating the actions in his dream.
The woman in red looked at the scene in front of her, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.
"The person you love is actually Chen Qian?"
Yao Ning keenly caught something: "Who do you think it is?"
The woman looked at Chen Qian, turned away and was speechless.
“I didn’t expect that the cold, abstinent, and unattainable Shen Xianjun in the eyes of the world would be so coquettish in front of you.”
Chen Qian paused and looked at the extra woman in a daze.
Yao Ning grabbed a cloak from beside the seat and covered the man who had taken off his outer clothes.
Chen Qian looked at the clothes that Yao Ning had put on him in confusion, with a hint of grievance in his eyes, but he did not dare to resist. He just reached out and held the little hand that was holding the cloak for him.
"Aning, your hands are so cold."
After saying that, he covered the hand with both hands and rubbed it against his cheek.
Yao Ning let Shen Qian move, then turned to look at the woman in red, a faint smile on his face. "I'm curious, why have you been targeting me since I boarded the boat?"
The woman said, "Of course I hate you."
"Coincidentally, I don't like you very much either."
Yao Ning stretched out her hand and summoned Fu Guang. She swung her sword lightly, and the dream collapsed in an instant.
On the immortal boat, the barrier was broken, and the woman in red flew backwards, causing the crowd to be in an uproar.
*
High in the sky, Chen Qian opened his eyes, his vision clear.
He looked at his hands, which still seemed to have a slightly cold touch.
Yao Ning's scent lingered in the nose.
He remembered that in his dream, Yao Ning put a cloak on him, covering him tightly, and there was a hint of annoyance in his drooping eyebrows.
"He looks bold and reckless, but he's actually even more unromantic than me."
After complaining, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a small arc.
But he soon became serious.
[Awesome! There are people from the demon world on the immortal boat.]
[But don't worry, I'm no match for Aning.]
He was in a good mood and rarely blamed Linran for his recent mistake. He even kindly gave him a reminder.
[The communication symbol can be modified, but the sound is not recorded.]
[Of course, I didn’t see anything just now.]
*
The immortal boat swayed and arrived at the territory of Tianshu Sect.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the cabin. As soon as Shang Linran appeared, everyone on the deck ignored the chaos and stood up to greet him. Some even tried to talk to him.
Shang Linran was followed by a Buddhist disciple from Brahma Temple. He was a very handsome man wearing a brocade and real gold robe that symbolized his status.
At the same time, Fu Guangjian shot towards the woman in red.
The boat tilted at this moment, and the woman in red stumbled, lost her balance, and fell towards Shang Linran.
Shang Linran jumped back as if he had been electrocuted.
A pair of slender and strong hands supported the woman, and the Buddhist said in a gentle voice: "Donor, be careful."
Fu Guang stopped, and Yao Ning stood up and took two steps forward: "Master Mingjue, be careful! This woman is from the demon world."
A trace of surprise appeared on Mingjue's gentle face. The woman in red smiled and slapped the Buddhist disciple on the chest.
Yao Ning and Shang Linran subconsciously tried to pull the stunned Buddhist disciple. The woman in red took this opportunity to turn around and jumped off the side of the flying boat.
Several white lights flashed by, and the gold ornaments that were originally inserted in her hair were shot out like hidden weapons. Her three thousand black hairs fell down, and her red clothes were torn apart, leaving only two pieces of cloth that barely covered her body.
A cry of surprise came from the crowd: "This... this is the witch from Taohua An!"
It was as if the seal was lifted, and the woman's face became extremely beautiful. As her beautiful eyes moved, the cultivators with poor concentration were already staring straight at her.
The woman smiled sweetly and said, "Next time, I will collect essence from you all, these hypocritical and righteous cultivators."
The crowd was in an uproar again. The Tianshu sect disciples who boarded the boat looked confused. Shang Linran called his disciples over and whispered a few instructions.
"Master, how could someone from the Demon Realm sneak onto the Immortal Boat?"
"Which sect is this person pretending to be from?"
"Master, there won't be any risks in going to the Demon Realm, right?"
"Could there be spies from the demonic world lurking here?"
Shang sternly stretched out his hands, suppressing everyone's discussion, and then raised a gentle smile: "Everyone, rest assured, the immortal ship is safe, and the trip to the demon world is safe. I will give you an explanation on this matter."
His voice was gentle and magnetic, neither hurried nor slow, yet it contained unquestionable authority, and everyone gradually felt at ease.
Shang nodded at them and walked towards Yao Ning.
A mournful cry was heard behind Yao Ning. Miss Liu, with tears in her eyes, came up to Shang Linran and grabbed his hands: "Master, I was just, just now, secretly murdered by this witch. If it weren't for her, I would never have suffered such a great humiliation today."
Shang Linran pulled his hand back forcefully, maintaining an impeccable smile, and took a step back calmly: "Don't worry, Miss Liu, there is no danger now."
"Really? But I'm so scared." Miss Liu wanted to step forward, but saw Shang Linran dodging away. She said dejectedly, "Master Shang, are you here just to comfort me? I've been with that witch for so long, I'm afraid my soul has been damaged. It would be great if I could go into the cabin and rest for a while."
"..." Shang smiled sternly, "The cabin is full, Miss Liu, please bear with me."
After saying that, he walked past Miss Liu and came to Yao Ning, saying helplessly, "Why are you staying here?!"
Yao Ning was bewildered: "Huh?"
Shang Linran grabbed her arm and said, "Quick, quick, quick! Come in with me! If you stay here for a moment longer, I'm afraid Chen Qian will scold me to death!"
Yao Ning was carried by Shang Linran towards the cabin. As they walked, he could hear him muttering, "He clearly needs my help, yet he still speaks so arrogantly. There's no one else in the world like him!"
Noticing Yao Ning's eyes, Shang smiled sternly: "Oh, sorry, sister-in-law, I was busy with something just now and forgot about it. Please bear with me..."
Miss Liu was stunned, staring at the two men walking towards the cabin in disbelief.
After a while, she screamed, "She, what right does she have to enter the cabin?! I am the lord of the county, and I can only stay on the deck. What right does she have?!"
The people around watched as Yao Ning was personally invited into the cabin by Shang Linran, knowing that this must be due to his relationship with Taoist Zixiao.
It was rumored that the girl had been divorced, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Everyone looked at Miss Liu in silence, filled with righteous indignation. No one spoke, but some people couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Is the Sect Master's behavior this time too disregarding of the reputation of the major sects?
The trip to the demon world was visited by the most famous and renowned families in Jiuzhou.
The world of cultivation places great emphasis on status and family background.
Yao Ning's background puts her above everyone else. Isn't this a slap in the face of all the aristocratic families?
Although Miss Liu's words were rough, she was telling the truth. She was a person of humble origins, and even with the help of Taoist Zixiao, she could only barely be on equal footing with them.
Everyone looked at them differently.
The Tianshu sect disciple who was the last to board the boat looked around and laughed, "The County Master?"
"I have been entrusted by my eldest daughter to advertise something to Jiuzhou. Since everyone here today is from aristocratic families, I would like to announce it to you all first."
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