Chapter 493 Kill Her
Lu Chaochao was so angry that he was incoherent.
"Son? Son!"
"Where's my sword? Where's my sword? I'll kill him with it!" Lu Chaochao was so anxious that she was running around, leaving Qingyang stunned.
"Chaoyang Sword Master has adopted him as his godson. Why are you so angry?"
Lu Chaochao...
The little girl pursed her lips tightly, her teeth itching with hatred.
I am still a virgin! ! Who has a son? !
Who will make the decision for me? !
Sometimes, I feel really helpless!
Damn Mingkong, you’ve ruined my reputation!
"He became the head of the sect just by relying on the title of Chaoyang Sword Master's godson? Very good, very good." She laughed out of anger, and her fake smile was quite creepy.
"The old sect master had a high level of cultivation, and only got such a son in his old age. He normally doted on him a lot, but at that time his cultivation was not high, so he could not convince others."
"Only the sacrifice of Chaoyang Sword Master can shock everyone."
"As for whether he is Sword Master's godson or not, no one can verify it."
Lu Chaochao had a tense face, with many peach blossoms on her head and shoulders.
While Taoist Qingyang was still reminiscing about the past, Lu Chaochao squatted under the peach tree with his butt sticking out, digging something with a grunt.
After a while, a pile of mud formed under my feet.
Suddenly...
Taoist Qingyang sat up straight.
"I smell a strong aroma of fruit wine." Fruit wine is brewed from hundreds of kinds of spiritual fruits in the spiritual world. Moreover, the aroma of this wine is rich and overbearing, as if it had been stored in a cellar for thousands of years.
Lu Chaochao dug out a few small jars from the mud.
"Would you like to drink it?" She chuckled. This was the fruit wine she had treasured in the past.
Taoist Qingyang’s eyes widened.
"How do you know there is fruit wine buried under the tree?"
But Lu Chaochao was too lazy to answer him and directly opened the red cloth sealing the jar, and the overbearing and mellow smell of wine spread out.
Taoist Qingyang swallowed hard.
Lu Chaochao handed over a jar and said, "Try it quickly. The color has turned golden. It is the best wine."
Taoist Qingyang took it tremblingly and poured a cup carefully.
The color is golden, comparable to the nectar from the divine world.
He took a sip and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Good wine!!"
He drank several sips before sighing, "Are you the reincarnation of a treasure-hunting rat? I have been offering sacrifices here for a thousand years, but I never thought there would be precious wine under the peach tree."
Lu Chaochao only took a sip and her face flushed, and her whole face became hot and red.
He fell to the ground holding the wine jar, speaking with a lisp: "Of course... Of course... Is there anything I don't know?"
"Cheers, hehe, cheers..." She staggered to her feet and drank one cup after another with Taoist Qingyang.
"It's boring to just drink like this...you, you, please wait for me for a while." Lu Chaochao staggered towards the door.
The thousand-year-old wine was already intoxicating, and Taoist Qingyang was already a little dazed.
By the time he opened the second pot of wine, Lu Chaochao had already returned carrying a leg of meat.
The leg meat was very large. He squinted his eyes, but he felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly what kind of spiritual beast meat it was.
After a while, a fire started in the yard.
Lu Chaochao sprinkled the ingredients and applied oil skillfully.
The two men ate meat and drank wine with big mouthfuls.
Taoist Qingyang was completely drunk and even danced with a sword under the moon. The old man with white hair and eyebrows looked quite ethereal. Lu Chaochao burped and clapped at the same time.
"Good, good, good dancing."
After saying that, she threw the bone away and wiped her hands on her skirt.
Then he took out the Chaoyang Sword.
The short girl always felt that her height limited her performance, so after thinking about it, she took out the mask that the imperial teacher had given her last time.
After putting on the mask, his stature instantly increased.
The little girl who was originally wearing a blue dress suddenly turned into a graceful young girl.
The girl is as graceful as a startled swan and as elegant as a flying dragon, dancing with a sword under the moon.
Click...
The sword in Taoist Qingyang's hand fell weakly to the ground. He stared blankly at the girl's figure under the moonlight.
"Sword...Zun!" He rubbed his eyes and murmured.
"I got too drunk tonight. I actually saw the Sword Master dancing with the sword in front of me...Okay, okay, let me be unrestrained in my dream for once." He grabbed the sword and started to spar with the Sword Master.
A laugh now and then, a swig now and then.
It was not until late at night that Taoist Qingyang fell asleep on the recliner with a wine jug in his arms.
There was a smile on his face. Today, he dreamed of faith.
Lu Chaochao burped, then walked out of Wuwang Mountain holding the wine jug in one hand and the sword in the other. He walked unsteadily and somewhat staggeringly.
She entered the Mingkong Cave without disturbing anyone.
"Let me see...what are you dealing with the gods?" She entered the cave silently.
The spiritual energy in Mingkong Cave is no weaker than that in Wuwang Mountain.
The cave is extremely luxurious, and it can be seen that Mingkong is a person who is greedy for enjoyment.
It is in stark contrast to the hardship of sword cultivation.
"Unfilial son! How dare you, you evil creature, pretend to be my son!" She muttered as she walked.
Inside the cave, one can faintly sense a divine aura.
She disappeared.
The drunken Lu Chaochao's pupils suddenly shrank. There are actually quite a few elves hiding in the Mingkong Cave!
What on earth is he doing!
Faintly, Mingkong's voice could be heard: "Xianzun, this is the last batch of elves. Take a look. Is this what you are looking for?"
Lu Chaochao could sense a divine aura, exploring all the elves in the place.
"That's not the person I'm looking for." The voice seemed to come from above and didn't sound real.
"There must be a missed spirit." God's voice was extremely certain.
Mingkong frowned and said, "The Elf Island has been wiped out. This is the last batch of elves. This batch is of superior quality in terms of both qualifications and appearance."
"Could it be her?" A hint of surprise flashed in Mingkong's eyes.
"A few days ago, when the elves were auctioning at the Treasure Pavilion, a black elf appeared."
"She seems to be different from the ordinary elves. She is extremely powerful. She can destroy the Treasure Pavilion by herself. Take away all the elves!"
"Is she the one you are looking for?"
God's breath changed instantly.
"Dark elf? Strong and powerful?! Yes, it's her! Catch her and destroy her at all costs!" God's voice was full of hostility. There is no trace of his usual compassion for the world. It is not an exaggeration to call him a demon.
Mingkong also learned about this from Xuancang who had escaped back.
"My Lord Immortal, why do you insist on exterminating the elves? Have the elves committed some heinous crime?" Mingkong had been curious for a long time, and finally asked this question.
Mingkong felt a strong pressure, and his hands hanging by his side trembled slightly.
The gods were sizing him up.
"Xian Zun, is there anything else you can't tell me?"
"You said you wanted the elves, so I'll capture all of the Elf Island and bring them to you as a sacrifice."
"You said that the Supreme God Chongyue was causing trouble, so I used the friendship of the Sword Sect to summon him to the lower world. I set up a net for him..."
"even……"
"God-killer."
"Mingkong has risked everything to follow you. There is no turning back, Mingkong."
"You still don't trust me?"
The other party seemed to ponder for a long time: "Venerable Tianxing deduced that the one has elven blood."
"We must kill her before she grows up! Otherwise..."
"She will overthrow the entire God Realm!"
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