"...Yes and no." Ji Mofan hesitated for a moment, but still told the whole truth, "The Dao Couple Ceremony was indeed held, but I interrupted it before it was completed."
"That old Demon Lord really has taken a liking to you?" Xie Qingya's focus completely shifted. He even sat down at the table in Ji Mofan's house, took out some melon seeds, and prepared to eat them while listening.
Jimo Fan originally didn't intend to go into that much detail.
But for some reason, seeing Xie Qingya's attitude, he swallowed back the perfunctory version of the story he had prepared.
Ji Mofan sat down at the table with him and recounted in detail his entire journey from entering the Demon Realm to leaving with the Demon Lord.
The only thing concealed was that he was a reincarnated person. This included the fact that the so-called Demon Lord was actually his disciple Xihe in disguise, the suspicious Wang Shu in Qianhe Tower, and his relationship with the Demon Lord, which was of unknown authenticity. All of this was attributed to Xie Qingya.
Xie Qingya listened with amazement and cracked open two large handfuls of sunflower seeds.
"This disciple wishes to visit Thousand Crane Tower later." Finally, Ji Mo Fan looked up at Xie Qingya, "Master, may you accompany this disciple?"
Xie Qingya waved his hand and cleared all the sunflower seed shells off the table. "Go! Why aren't you going!"
If I don't grant my request when it's the first time my new disciple makes a request, what kind of master am I?
"Why don't we invite your senior brothers and sisters along too?" He pondered for a moment. "They've been itching to get started for a while now, especially Shiyun. She hasn't taken care of any of her juniors yet."
Ji Mofan felt as if Xie Qingya's casual words had struck his heart again.
From the moment he entered the Yuncang Sword Sect, he was the senior disciple under Shen Yun.
Later, with the arrival of his junior brother Li Geyue, he evolved into a complete "elder".
Not to mention that he later became the chief disciple and the senior disciple of the entire sect, and never experienced what it was like to be someone else's junior brother.
Ji Mofan knew very well that he was not the kind of weak person who had to stand behind others.
But when someone actually tells him that they can protect him...
He couldn't refuse, and even couldn't help wanting more.
However, in the end he didn't bring more people with him.
Although he was unsure whether Wang Shu had carried a magical artifact to conceal his cultivation level when he last met her at Qianhe Tower, Xie Qingya was the only companion around him whose strength was higher than that person's late-stage Nascent Soul stage.
Xihe had been hiding from him for several days, but she could no longer hide and was dragged out by Jimo Fan to go out together.
Xie Qingya was quite interested in this white fluffy ball.
He didn't have such a deep stereotype about Xihe's human form, so he naturally didn't feel any psychological burden when holding his original form.
On the way, they even tricked him into drinking some wine, but the little white dumpling only licked a tiny bit before immediately getting drunk and turning into a boneless white pancake.
"Mo Fan, can you use some ice spirit power to freeze him back?" He held Xi He by one of his front legs and gently swung him in mid-air.
The latter naturally didn't react at all, its tail drooping, and it was muttering something unintelligible.
"If he's drunk, we should give him some hangover medicine," Ji Mofan said helplessly.
His new master was great in every way, except that some strange ideas would always pop into his head.
“Moreover, Master, my surname is Jimo, and my given name is Fan,” he said.
"What does it matter? You know I'm calling you anyway." Xie Qingya smiled at him. "Besides, didn't Shen Yun pick you up from a pile of beggars? How do you know your name is Ji Mo, and not just your surname Ji?"
Ji Mofan was slightly taken aback by his question.
Yes, why is that?
No one told him where his name came from, and he had no idea where the three characters came from, but subconsciously he knew that his surname was "Jimo" instead of "Ji".
In the early days, it seemed that some people did indeed mispronounce his name, but since the Dao Asking Conference, his reputation has gradually risen, and no one has mispronounced it anymore.
"If Master likes it, then call me that." He didn't say anything more in the end and accepted the name.
The environment around Qianhe Tower is exactly the same as when I visited Jimo Fanqian.
The huge charred mark caused by the Heavenly Tribulation is still there, and Qianhelou continues to guard and patrol it with his disciples every day as usual.
I don't know who they're trying to protect themselves from.
Xie Qingya was much stronger than these patrolling disciples. His divine sense was almost unnoticed by them; at most, they would think the wind was a bit eerie tonight.
“Your guess is probably right. This is very likely a tribulation sent down by the Heavenly Dao after someone has possessed another body.” After exploring for a while, he withdrew his divine sense. “I have met the Thousand Crane Tower Master once before. When we confront him face to face, I think I can tell whether he is real or not.”
"Master, after possessing a body, is it generally possible to obtain the host's memories from their previous life?" Ji Mo Fan asked.
“Under normal circumstances, no.” Xie Qingya shook his head. “But no one knows what the Demon Lord is capable of, after all, he is the only being in the world who is closest to a true immortal.”
"What are you discussing?"
A gust of cold wind suddenly swept across Ji Mofan's neck.
It felt like being lurked in the dead of night by some unpleasant beast, its sharp fangs already pressed against your skin—
The Snow Sword instinctively shot out of its body, its icy spiritual power transforming into a cold, hard wind blade that was hurled out. He himself was forced back several meters until his back hit a large tree that required two people to encircle.
The demon mask gradually emerged from the darkness, and the moonlight tonight was very bright, making every detail of the patterns on it clearly visible.
Xihe, who had been lying quietly in Xie Qingya's sleeve, suddenly became restless.
Its short legs kept flapping, trying to squeeze out and pounce on the Nuo masked figure over there.
Then Xie Qingya grabbed his tail and shoved the wine gourd into his mouth.
The little dumpling immediately calmed down, feeling dizzy.
"Wang Shu?" Despite the other party showing no aggression, Ji Mofan did not dare to relax his grip on the sword. "Or... should I call you Xiao Wangyan?"
“I think you should call me master.” Having his identity exposed so directly, Xiao Wangyan no longer wore a mask to disguise himself. He reached out and pulled off the knot tied behind his head, revealing a face that Ji Mofan could never mistake.
Ji Mofan tightened his grip on the sword, frowned slightly, and lowered his head.
It seems that what he saw and heard in the secret realm was not unfounded.
What "Xiao Wangyan" said might all be true.
"Why the expression?" Xiao Wangyan suddenly moved closer to him.
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