Half a month passed like this, and Qin Muyan was still working hard and perseveringly, which made Yang Lan'er very upset.

Yang Lan'er took out a physical novel to read and waited quietly. Her skyrocketing strength had not yet fully settled, so she couldn't rush into practicing. It all took time.

They were in the wild again, and they didn't know how much time they would have. It was not a good idea to get stuck into learning knowledge, so Yang Lan'er could only enjoy life.

That evening, the sky was filled with blood-red rays of light, creating a beautiful sunset glow.

Yang Lan'er nestled peacefully on the soft sofa, her whole body covered with a bright red color, her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at the book in her hand, reading a very interesting part.

Suddenly, Yang Lan'er jumped up, flew into the air, waved her sleeves, and two flashes of silver light rushed towards the corner behind her.

"ah!"

The person Yang Lan'er originally thought was a sneak attacker actually screamed, jumped out from the bushes, and ran towards her.

The man ran and shouted, "Madam, don't hit us, we are one family, one family."

Yang Lan'er sat lightly on the back of the sofa, standing as if weightless, and looked at the person who came with a frown and vigilance.

If I'm not mistaken, this isn't Shiqin? When did she become one of us?

Just now she noticed someone approaching, so she took the opportunity to attack, but she didn't expect an unexpected person to appear and behave strangely. As for the other party's address, she automatically ignored it.

Seeing the wariness and hatred in Yang Lan'er's eyes, "Shiqin" was startled and rubbed her face quickly. A kind of spiritual power flashed through her, and her appearance changed. She looked up at Yang Lan'er with resentment. She was covered in red light, her clothes fluttering, and her look of disdain when she looked down. She looked like the mighty Phoenix King, making people worship and submit to her involuntarily.

"Shiqin" was shocked. This scene was deeply imprinted in her heart and she would never forget it.

Kneeling on one knee devoutly, Shiqin saluted in a proper manner: "My Lord, I am the Red Dresser from Kongchen Palace. I am honored to meet you, Madam."

Yang Lan'er was actually very surprised. Anyone would be caught off guard when seeing their enemy suddenly turn into a strange face. She was just thinking about how to kill Shiqin.

As a result, the enemy changed from a woman into a man, and he was wearing inappropriate women's clothing. Even someone as smart as Yang Lan'er couldn't react for a while.

With her head spinning, Yang Lan'er didn't know which one was the real person in front or the one behind. So, with a group of grass mud horses running through her heart, Yang Lan'er just looked at the person who called herself Red Dress with a blank expression, but she didn't want Red Dress to think that the master's wife was unattainable and looked down on the world. She was really worthy of being the woman that her master liked!

"Get up." Yang Lan'er finally figured out what was going on. She still couldn't regain her momentum, so she spoke coldly.

The man in red is quite handsome, well, actually, he is very handsome, with eyes like bright stars, eyebrows like swords like peaks, and his facial features are three-dimensional and delicate. He is naturally elegant and gentle, and his seemingly eccentric personality makes him the type that thousands of girls like.

However, now that she was almost ruined by him, with a man's face and wearing fairy clothes, Yang Lan'er suddenly felt miserable.

"Either change your face back to its original shape or change your clothes. It looks awkward like this." Seeing that this was a harmless person, Yang Lan'er became much gentler and sat back on the sofa.

The man in red chose to change his clothes, and after a while he stood in front of Yang Lan'er in neat clothes, looking handsome and elegant, like a gentleman like an orchid.

Yang Lan'er nodded and motioned him to sit down: "Did Qin Muyan ask you to come here?"

Since he is one of our own, he was most likely called by Qin Muyan. The chance of this being a coincidence is very low.

"Yes, the Lord asked me to come over." Hongyi was serious for the first time. In fact, he was a little nervous, afraid that he would leave a bad impression in front of Yang Lan'er.

Just now, with the sunset as the backdrop, Yang Lan'er's aura was so powerful and her figure was so magical that the woman in red hasn't come out yet.

Yang Lan'er guessed who admitted this inexplicable name, and she was too lazy to explain and correct it. Anyway, she and Qin Muyan were together now! "You were like Shiqin just now? Why?" Yang Lan'er asked in confusion.

At first, I really thought that the enemy had come to me on his own accord, and I had already practiced all kinds of torture in my mind. Who knew that it was actually someone pretending to be me? It made me so disappointed!

Seeing Yang Lan'er's revengeful heart, Hongyi quickly explained: "A year ago, the Lord captured Shiqin from the main peak of Shenxue Sect in order to find his wife, and searched her soul. Although she did not suffer any mental harm, she was already under control. In order not to be exposed, Hongyi was sent to enter Shenxue Sect in disguise. When his wife returns, isn't it easy to take revenge? He can do it anytime, anywhere, using any method he wants."

Yang Lan'er was stunned. It turned out that the Shiqin was already in Qin Muyan's hands, and he left it to her?

Touching her chin, Yang Lan'er curled the corners of her mouth with a playful expression.

Hongyi looked at him, and a chill rose up her spine for no reason. She swallowed and asked carefully: "Husband... Madam... What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I'm thinking about it. I'm recalling what the Ten Cruelest Punishments of the Qing Dynasty were like!" Yang Lan'er said without any hesitation. Monks are different from ordinary people. Monks may not feel much about those cruel punishments for ordinary people, so this needs to be improved.

"Still using the Ten Cruel Punishments of the Qing Dynasty? Are you planning to improve them?" Qin Muyan's voice came from behind, accurately predicting Yang Lan'er's thoughts.

Qin Muyan, still dressed spotlessly, walked to Yang Lan'er and sat down. His control over the art of escape was much higher than Yang Lan'er's.

The man in red was staring blankly at his master and his wife. They seemed to be a perfect match. But could he be told what the Ten Cruel Punishments of the Qing Dynasty were? They sounded very impressive, so why didn't he understand?

A feeling of being excluded and completely unable to fit in arises spontaneously.

"I'm considering it...it seems a little unsuitable." Yang Lan'er frowned, feeling a little regretful from the bottom of her heart.

Qin Muyan glanced at the red-clothed man, and his eyes continued to stay on Yang Lan'er: "What a pity? Ordinary people have ordinary people's punishments, and monks have their own methods. You know, if you really want to torture someone, the physical pain is just a drizzle."

It doesn't mean that physical injuries won't hurt a monk. On the contrary, the monk's five senses will be more acute and the pain will be doubled.

However, monks have greater endurance and the means to isolate themselves from this pain.

Speaking of unavoidable pain, Yang Lan'er's eyes lit up. Hasn't she experienced enough pain? "You mean, the soul?" Yang Lan'er said softly, expressing great satisfaction with this answer. A flash of inspiration came to her mind, and she was suddenly a little excited: "You mean, use the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty directly on the enemy's soul?"