Chapter 36 The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 13
Nan Qiao lowered her eyes, looking at the layers of stairs at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly felt a little bored.
During this month, she thought about going home countless times, but when she finally came out of the house that trapped her, she found that she actually had nowhere to go.
Penglai Pavilion has been completely controlled by her uncle. The home she had lived in for twenty years has become someone else's home. All the people she had been close to since childhood were expelled from the sect for various reasons within this year.
Where could she go now? Penglai Pavilion was no longer her home.
The girl in his arms didn't answer his question. Her bright, clear eyes were filled with loneliness and bewilderment. He held her body tightly in his arms, his voice low and gentle.
"I heard that today is a festive day in the mortal world. Let me take you to see it." The girl's mother is a mortal woman, so she must be interested in worldly things.
Nan Qiao was stunned and raised her eyes slightly. The Sword Master above her was staring at her with his eyes lowered. There were almost no ugly people in the cultivation world, and he was extremely good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a slender figure, and icy black eyes that seemed to be filled with heat.
She was a little dazed, and when she came to her senses, she seemed unable to bear such a focused gaze and moved away as if to avoid it.
Mortal world?
Nan Qiao's mind flashed with her mother's gentle face. That was where her mother grew up, and it was also the place her mother never allowed her to go.
She still didn't answer, but Rong Yin could see the curiosity and yearning in her eyes.
A smile flashed across his eyes, Rong Yin leaned over slightly and picked up the girl horizontally, then his figure flashed and appeared on a street in the mortal world.
The two people walking in secret did not attract the attention of others. Nan Qiao was still held in Rong Yin's arms, looking around curiously.
Although it was noon, there were still many people on the street, with vendors shouting, people coming and going to buy things, and the flow of people was constant, making it extremely lively.
It doesn't look much different from the markets in the world of cultivation. The only difference is that in the world of cultivation, most of the things bought and sold are spiritual objects, talismans, etc. that contain spiritual energy, and the currency used for transactions is generally spiritual stones and spiritual beads. In the mortal world, things bought and sold are firewood, rice, oil, salt and other things that do not contain spiritual energy, and the currency used for transactions is silver or paper money issued by the government.
Although her mother did not allow her to come to the mortal world, she often talked to her about the affairs of the mortal world, so she was quite familiar with some of the things in the mortal world.
There were many shops open during the day, but after seeing so many, Nan Qiao felt that it was no different from the world of cultivation. Her initial interest soon turned into a lack of interest. Although she was a cultivator, she was born with a weak body, so she quickly tired.
Noticing that the girl's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a hint of fatigue, Rong Yin turned his gaze to the inn nearby.
The spirit servant hidden in the shadows understood and used earthly silver coins to open a room in the upper room. Rong Yin picked up the girl and entered the room.
The originally ordinary room was cleaned spotlessly by the spirit servant. He placed the girl on the newly arranged bed, took off her shoes, and hugged her.
"Rest for a while. It's most lively in the evening. Let's go again."
The girl in his arms nodded obediently, making him feel soft-hearted. Rong Yin hugged the girl tighter, watching her close her eyes and fall asleep in his arms. He also closed his eyes and focused.
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When he woke up, night had already fallen. After eating some simple spiritual food, Nan Qiao regained his original interest and couldn't wait to experience the bustle of the mortal night market.
The market at night is completely different from the market during the day. Young boys and girls in bright clothes are laughing and shouting, little children with buns hanging down are running and jumping, old men with white hair and chicken skin are smiling with their eyes lowered. Everywhere is brightly lit and lanterns are hung high, creating a bustling and prosperous scene.
Nan Qiao started strolling around in high spirits. Both of them used magic to blur their faces so that they did not attract attention in the crowd. The streets were crowded with people. Rong Yin looked at the girl with a smile as she looked around energetically, and used his spiritual power to separate the girl from the crowded flow of people without leaving any trace.
The girl in front had found something interesting, and seemed to have temporarily put aside her grudge against him. She turned around and smiled softly, and the fireworks behind her suddenly spread out. Her beautiful and extraordinary facial features were reflected in the firelight, and it was unknown whose eyes she had captivated and whose soul she had captured.
Rong Yin stopped and fixed his eyes on the girl in front of him who was smiling sweetly. He slowly raised a smile, which was also reflected by the firelight, and her golden and jade-like appearance was captivating.
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The excited girl played for a long time, and even though her eyes were tired, she still didn't want to go back to the inn to rest.
There was no way to hide it, so he could only coax her gently and tell her that she could only play for half an hour and then go back to rest.
The girl's eyes sparkled as she nodded absentmindedly, then immediately ran out of his arms after he finished speaking.
Rong Yin was tall and slender, dressed in white with a cold and ethereal temperament. She stood on the shore, watching the girl running past the stalls with a smile on her face, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
The girl was rarely happy, so he didn't restrain her. He just stood quietly by and watched her play. However, he couldn't let go of his worry, and his consciousness was always tightly wrapped around the girl.
Turning my eyes, I can see river lanterns of various shapes floating in the water by the river with drooping willows, and the little lights gradually drift away with the river.
In the mortal world, there's a custom of releasing river lanterns to worship the river gods, praying for peace and prosperity. As a cultivator, Rong Yin naturally didn't believe in this, but he thought that it would be fun to release a river lantern with the girl himself.
At this time, the girl happened to be standing in front of a shop selling lanterns. Her delicate hands were holding an exquisitely crafted fox lantern, which was very interesting to look at.
As if she felt Rongyin's gaze, she turned her head and looked at him from afar across the crowd with a dazzling smile.
The girl was cold and dazzling in the moonlight, which made Rong Yin's eyes surge with warmth. The girl's gaze on him made him give up the idea of teleporting to her side, and instead he walked through the crowd step by step.
But before he could take the first step, a fierce look flashed in Rongyin's eyes. He raised his eyes quickly and found that the girl who was standing in front of the lantern shop had disappeared.
A huge amount of spiritual consciousness quickly surged out, and the entire town was shrouded in spiritual consciousness. The biting cold air that Rong Yin had put away because of the girl swept out at this time. It was not yet autumn, and the remaining warmth of midsummer dissipated in an instant. The few mortals passing by him couldn't help but shiver.
The next second, the sword master in white, who exuded a chill, disappeared in the crowded street.
The streets are still brightly lit, people are coming and going, laughter and joy are heard everywhere, and it is very lively.
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Rong Yin had a cold face and followed the scent to the outskirts, but he only caught a wisp of demonic energy that had not yet completely dissipated.
There is a dense forest on the outskirts of the city. It is late at night and the spiritual energy in the mortal world is scarce. There are no spiritual beasts in the forest, but the howling of wolves and the shrill cries of crows can be heard faintly.
The trees in the forest were very tall, blocking out most of the moonlight like the sky, making the forest look particularly eerie and scary.
Rong Yin stood in the forest, a ray of moonlight poured down from the gap between the leaves, shining on him, with an unusually cold feeling. He released his spiritual consciousness, sensing the source of the demonic energy.
Suddenly, the natal sword appeared, Rong Yin's eyes were like a cold light, the sword in his hand was filled with murderous intent, and the sword energy stabbed towards a place.
The sharp sword energy flowed along the sword towards the big tree beside it, but was completely eliminated before it touched the trunk.
"The Immortal Master is really perceptive." A deep male voice with a smile sounded, and a red figure flashed and appeared.
The monk in red robe had a handsome face, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his gaze was like a torch. His fiery red robe was rustling in the wind in the forest, making him look unrestrained and uninhibited.
He did not have any spiritual weapon in his hand. The delicate body of the girl in green was leaning on his chest with one hand. The green skirt and the red robe were intertwined, which was extremely ambiguous.
Rong Yin fixed his eyes on the girl, and only felt relieved after realizing that she was just unconscious and there was nothing wrong with her.
He turned his gaze to the man holding the girl. A thick demonic aura was lingering around him. He tightened his grip on the sword, but did not swing the sword a second time.
"Demon clan, Demon Lord." His voice was low and cold. Although it was a guess, his tone was certain.
"Sword Master has good eyesight." The man in red raised his eyebrows and chuckled, admitting his identity without any concealment.
He was not surprised that the other party knew his identity. The demons had been very active recently, so it was very easy for the cultivation world to find out something.
Lou Mujun, the new Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, likes to wear red clothes, has an unpredictable temperament, and is extremely powerful. He ascended to the position of Demon Lord by stepping on the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of the Demon Clan.
Rong Yin's face was as gloomy as water, and the coldness from his body was spreading out desperately. The two stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was stagnant.
The person opposite him seemed oblivious to the chill, still chatting and laughing. His eyes were slightly lowered, and the girl in his arms was sleeping soundly. The forest breeze lifted her dark hair, and the hair flew with a faint fragrance.
He didn't know what he remembered, and a dark flash passed through his eyes. He picked up the girl's soft hand with his big hand, and played with it wantonly in front of Rong Yin, but with very light force, with a hint of intimacy.
The hand was delicate and soft, and turned red when touched. The soft touch made the man breathe heavier.
Rong Yin's face grew darker, and he swung the sword in his hand again, avoiding the girl's body and slashing towards Lou Mujun.
Lou Mujun's figure flashed, and he leaped up with the girl in his arms, dodging the blow. The sword energy, filled with murderous intent, struck the tree behind him again. The sturdy old tree, which looked too thick for a single person to embrace, was severed at the base, and the branches and leaves that covered the sky and sun fell down with a loud bang.
The person he had been thinking about was already in his arms, and Lou Mujun didn't want to get entangled with Rong Yin any more. He stood in the air, looking down at Rong Yin who was below with the corner of his lips raised.
"I have long admired you, Immortal Venerable. This time I have come only to retrieve my Demon Queen. I have long heard that you are pure and untainted by worldly things. When the pact ceremony between me and the Demon Queen comes, I would be sorry to trouble you to make a trip. So, let's say goodbye..."
He spoke recklessly and provocatively, then turned around and took the girl through a teleportation array that had already been activated. A white light flashed, and the man disappeared.
Rong Yin felt something was wrong when he saw his smile, and he quickly flew into the air, pinching his fingers to make a spell, but the magic circle had already been activated, and when the spell flew out, the person in the air had disappeared.
The dense forest ravaged by the sword intent was in a mess, with broken branches and fallen leaves scattered on the ground. The white-robed immortal stood in the air, his eyes staring solemnly at the place where Lou Mujun disappeared.
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