My female apprentices are all unpredictable

In the Shili Gallery, Fang Yang was dressed in hunting clothes, hugging his disciple Ye Qinghong, looking at the black doctor monk in front of him with a half-smile.

The other party has entered a state of exhaustion, the incense is almost extinguished, and he is as weak as he wants. At this moment, hearing Fang Yang's words, he even coughed up a few mouthfuls of golden blood.

"To be honest, I'm very grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to take down this demon queen, step into the demon world of mountains and seas, let alone marry my disciple. You have helped me too much. Too much……"

A sentiment that is so sincere.

"puff!"

As soon as these words came out, the black-robed monk, who was already extremely angry, finally couldn't hold it any longer.

As he spat out a mouthful of blood, the incense that had been stuck in his chest was finally completely extinguished.

The flame curled up and disappeared without a trace.

He also turned into a withered bone, and was slapped by Fang Yang casually, and black flames fell on the withered bone.

The bones began to burn, and before long, they were completely reduced to ashes, as if they had never been there.

"Is this how I can take my revenge?"

Ye Qinghong held the sword, his cold eyes staring blankly at the ground, looking at the maple leaves on the ground, his eyes full of confusion.

Over the years, she has been investigating the truth of that year, and even thought that her village was massacred and her parents were killed because of her master.

For this reason, she continued to be hostile to her master. Even though she had already developed feelings of admiration for him, this incident still planted a seed in her heart, which continued to take root and sprout, and eventually grew into a vine. It occupies the whole heart and cannot be removed at all.

But now, the master found this enemy in front of her, and even made him angry to death. The stone suspended in her heart finally fell to the ground, and the tight heartstrings over the years seemed to have become... I feel a lot more relaxed, but at the same time, I feel confused and don't know where to go.

It seems that the goal has been completely lost!
Just when she was confused and hesitant, a hot big hand gently patted her head, hugged her into his arms, and said with a joking look in his eyes.

"Yes, you have succeeded in revenge, but... you don't know what to do? Don't forget, you have promised to marry me and become my wife from now on, and you also said that you will make me a soft meal. , shouldn’t we admit all of this?”

Swish!
Ye Qinghong's face instantly turned red and she was extremely shy. It was one thing for her to think so before, but it was another thing for her master to directly point it out.

However, she has always had a proud and cold personality. At this moment, she could not help but raise her head firmly and look at her master steadily. Even though she was extremely shy, she still said resolutely.

"No! What the disciple said is true. If you say you want to support the master, you will definitely do it. From now on, the master will just take care of the children at home, and the disciple will earn money outside to support the family."

"Okay, I understand. There are still many people waiting for us outside. Let's leave first."

With such a calm word, Fang Yang took a step forward, and in an instant passed through the thick mist and entered the White Jade Feihu.

Ye Qinghong pursed his lips and looked at his master's back without any hesitation. He also followed behind his master, leaving only Qiu Yuandai and Wen Chanyi standing outside, seemingly at a loss.

After a while, Qiu Yuandai finally woke up and bit her lip, as if she was gritting her teeth, her eyes full of grief and anger.

"Damn devil, do you really think you're going to kill me? Bai Yufei chased me away, so how come he has become the master now?"

……

Outside Xianglu Mountain, the autumn rain is hazy.

Many people are still gathering here, including the people of Chang'an, practitioners of the righteous way and the evil way, as well as the empress of the Tang Dynasty, the queen mother, civil and military officials, etc.

At this moment, this group of people are all waiting here, looking towards Xianglu Mountain. Some are envious, some are jealous, some are disdainful, and some are resentful...

Of course, more people are waiting to see a good show, a wonderful show.

In addition to ordinary people, many powerful practitioners, or practitioners with profound knowledge, know very well that a terrifying catastrophe is about to come. Although they don’t know where this catastrophe started, it is already approaching. .

The storm is about to come, and Chang'an has become more and more depressing and undercurrent these days.

The usually prosperous city has now seen many strange things happen. Officials in important positions have been killed one by one, and sects have fallen one after another.

Li Gui, ghost, demon clan, underworld clan...

All kinds of beings are gathered in this ancient city, hidden in the darkness, ready to make moves, and they will take action anytime and anywhere. They are playing chess, a huge game of chess.

Catastrophes often represent opportunities. Whoever can seize the opportunity will be the first to take that taboo step.

The great road is in competition, and none of the practitioners are timid and afraid of trouble. They are all looking for opportunities when disaster strikes, and at the same time accumulate their own foundation.

It is normal for the empress to travel, but it is absolutely abnormal to travel with a man. Today, people all over the city are destined to gather together, including civil and military officials, and even many powerful sects. This will be the first meeting before the catastrophe. A grand event.

It is also very likely that it is the legendary opportunity.

Under such circumstances, which spiritual sect and powerful practitioner can endure it?
Naturally, everyone gathered here, waiting for the demon to fly out from Xianglu Mountain and join the empress.

Then...

Things will get more and more interesting.

……

In the Chunfeng Pavilion, many righteous people gathered together, chatting and laughing, full of confidence.

The eyes that looked at Xianglu Mountain were full of cold murderous intent. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a faint smile on his face, looking confident.

The leader of the Tianjian Sect put his hands behind his back.

"In a moment, after I kill the devil at will, I will be able to control the empress and the entire Tang Guo. When the Tang Kingdom comes into my hands and I seize this rare opportunity, who can go against me, the Tianjian Sect?"

……

In the corner of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Guan Qinghan was still thinking about the ridiculous thing he did with the devil in the White Jade Tower, and how he would get along with the devil in the future.

At this time, as time slowly passed, the huge and mighty Xianglu Mountain still seemed extremely peaceful, and the fog did not peel away at all.

This made her frown, and her pale, snowy eyes revealed some doubts and worries.

"What's going on? The empress has been out for so long? Why hasn't the devil stepped out of Xianglu Mountain yet? Could it be an accident?"

As she thought about it, her originally calm heart stirred up waves, and she finally became a little anxious.

This is something unique for her who has practiced the art of generating energy, and it also means that her Taoist heart is constantly sinking, and she seems to be more and more enamored of the devil. I'm afraid that when she opened the mirror at this moment, she would completely look like a demon in the mirror. This made her helpless and constantly worried. Finally, after thinking for a long time, her sharp eyes swept towards where the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty were. There is a grand cornice there.

Prosperous and domineering, in the surrounding void, there are golden dragons constantly circling.

In the Tang Dynasty, the empress wore an imperial crown and imperial robes, with her black hair flying freely, enjoying the audience of her ministers.

He has a cold and ruthless look, as cold as he looks.

And this also made the frost and snow in Guan Qinghan's pupils become more and more intense, and wind and frost seemed to start to drift around him.

Is it...

Did the devil die in the hands of the empress? In the Xianglu Mountains, while everyone was waiting, the empress set up complex restrictions in the mountains, even a dragnet, to kill the devil?
Otherwise, why would these two people walk out separately? Although there are many monsters in the Xianglu Mountains, and those powerful monsters have reached the Dharmakaya realm, but even so, these beasts are definitely no match for the devil.

Thinking of the cold-blooded and domineering appearance of the empress before, and the methods of killing people since she came to the throne, the more she thought about it, the more likely it was, and her expression became more and more ugly.

The long silver hair was flying freely.

Without any hesitation, he walked towards the empress step by step.

Her steps were so slow and so calm. With every step she took, layers of frost appeared under her feet, and loneliness blossomed.

It seemed extremely cold.

It also made her aura become more and more powerful.

It seemed that a sword made of wind and snow was gradually forming. The direction of the sword was the direction of the empress. The sword would be slashed out at any time and anywhere to kill the empress.

"When I was practicing, my great ambition was to destroy the demonic path. To this end, I lurked in the demonic path for several years. The Blood Rain Demon Lord is the biggest demon. One day, I will definitely kill him, so Fulfill my ambition, but before that, the young master of Yanqi Sect has not yet been established, and I have not yet conceived a child, so no one can kill him!"

Guan Qinghan murmured softly, his voice now so cold, mixed with the wind and snow, and even more murderous.

She seemed to be declaring her oath, and also seemed to be admonishing herself.

Just like that, he walked out of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, passed through the crowd, and passed through the eyes of a cultivator.

More and more people noticed her strangeness, including the empress, who also turned their heads.

……

The people of Chang'an are the best people.

As long as they have the slightest chance of survival, they will live a good life and respect the empress to the extreme. After all, it is the empress who has protected their dignity over the years and made the entire Han and Tang kingdoms prosperous and prosperous.

Even those practitioners who regarded them as ants and trampled them wantonly understood the laws of the Tang Dynasty and no longer dared to be arrogant at will.

Outside these crowds, there was a woman as thin and graceful as a willow, holding a pipa in her arms and looking steadily in the direction of Xianglu Mountain, with deep confusion and worry in her eyes.

She was wearing a veil, so her exact face could not be seen clearly, but even so, she could tell from her eyebrows that she was a beautiful woman.

Next to her was the maid with pigtails.

Holding the coat in his arms, he quickly put the coat on his young lady's body and said with concern.

"Miss, it's raining. Go home quickly. That Mr. Chu... I guess he won't come back again."

The maid hesitated, her voice was trembling, and her eyes were filled with sadness, feeling sad for her young lady.

Chu Lian'er, the number one oiran in Chang'an and the capital, has countless admirers. Many young masters spend a fortune on her young lady, but even so, they are not even qualified to talk to her.

How delicate is her young lady?

What a status, but in the eyes of those powerful cultivators, I am afraid that he is still like an ant, not worth mentioning at all, not to mention that he is the Blood Rain Demon Lord, a person who blindly flirts with flowers and has a lustful reputation spread all over the world.

It is powerful in all directions and sweeps across the demonic path. Even if the righteous path is so powerful, few people dare to go against the Blood Rain Demon Lord.

Now, the demon king wants his own lady, which is both the lady's honor and the lady's sorrow.

after all……

At the level of the Demon Lord, he has too many stunning women. There are even rumors that the Empress is inextricably linked to the Demon Lord, otherwise she would not be riding on the same plane as the Demon Lord. On the eaves, visit the maple forest.

Under such circumstances, would the Demon Lord really care about an oiran?

This hope was too slim. She didn't want her young lady to have to wait so hard for someone who was far away and couldn't see her, or even end up with the Ancient Buddha of Qingdeng.

Snapped!Snapped!
The rain was dripping continuously, and the bleak autumn rain seemed even more lonely in the bleak autumn wind.

Chu Lian'er was holding a pipa and wearing a white gauze skirt. Raindrops fell on her blue silk stockings, which made them wet and draped over her shoulders, revealing even more sadness.

Ye Qinghong is proud, the Empress is domineering, Guan Qinghan is cold...

Many of Fang Yang's women are stunningly beautiful and have completely different personalities.

Chu Lian'er was born as a courtesan and was raised as a lady since she was a child. Her personality was extremely gentle, as gentle and gentle as water.

Therefore, in the White Jade Tower, in her boudoir, when Fang Yang decided to take her in, she would only cooperate silently without saying a word.

After Fang Yang stood in front of her and protected her, she felt deeply moved and followed the Demon Lord all the way to Xianglu Mountain and the Shili Gallery.

At this moment, she was holding her lute and looking in the direction of Xianglu Mountain, with deep confusion in her eyes. After a long time, she finally looked away, as if she had thought of something, she took a long breath and smiled happily.

"It doesn't matter……"

"I am a duckweed in the wind. I have no roots at all. In the eyes of many men, I am probably like an ant and not worth mentioning at all."

"I just want to play the pipa again for the Demon King in front of everyone in the world."

"As for whether the Demon Lord takes me to heart and whether he will come to visit me again, these are not important anymore."

She murmured, seemingly very open-minded, and it was difficult for anything in the world to enter her heart, but in the end, her eyes looking at the empress revealed deep envy.

And...a sourness that even she didn't know she had. (End of chapter)