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Doesn't Master Qingzhu still mean that Mu Qingyuan is the culprit who drove Qian Qingsi to tie up Luo Lanting?

Mu Qingyuan struggled and said, "Even if you want to convict me, you should explain the reason clearly, right?"

"Master, have you never considered the doubts about Qian Qingsi?"

Master Qingzhu had a strange look on his face. Seeing that Mu Qingyuan felt from the bottom of her heart that Qian Qingsi was the suspect of the "turnaround", a trace of pity suddenly crossed his heart.

His little apprentice has always been easy to take care of.

It was the best time for him to break through and overcome the tribulation when he just entered the sect, so he could only leave it to Lanshan.

Fortunately, the eldest disciple taught well and the younger disciple was well-behaved and obedient.

After he came out of seclusion, the little kid he had captured was barely taller than his knees, but when he came out, he had already grown into a grown-up young girl.

Although he is a little introvert, he is also a good child who is responsible and motivated.

At such a young age, his cultivation level has surpassed that of his third disciple Yan'er, and he is also one of the candidates he has high hopes for to ascend to heaven.

It’s a pity that he didn’t care enough about her, so she was hit by the formless nightmare left by the great elder.

He went too late.

When he arrived, the only ones left in front of the secret realm were the half-dead third disciple and the dying youngest disciple.

It was also because he was indecisive and could not bear to give up on his third apprentice whom he had personally educated and brought up, that the younger apprentice suffered injustice.

He owed her too much.

Only in front of her did he realize that he was not the immortal who was above worldly affairs and unattached to love in the eyes of everyone else.

He was just an ordinary man, with a little more cultivation than others, but he was still bound by his obsession, making it increasingly difficult for him to make progress.

He is selfish, has delusions, and is biased.

Therefore, whenever he saw Mu Qingyuan, his first reaction was guilt, followed by guilty conscience.

As time went on, he became less and less willing to live with her.

He couldn't make up for it, but he couldn't help but care about her, but in the end he couldn't do anything good for her.

Not only was he unable to win back his increasingly disappointed apprentice, but he actually pushed him further and further away.

Master Qingzhu looked down at his little disciple.

Those clear eyes were filled with reluctance and persistence, and he didn't even have the heart to burst her hopes.

"…That's your magic weapon. Have you even forgotten that?"

Master Qingzhu asked softly.

Mu Qingyuan's body stiffened, and the fear on her face did not seem fake.

"My... mine?"

"That was a magical weapon that I found in a secret realm. When I handed it over to the sect, someone took it away. But Lanshan saw that you liked it so much, so he asked for it for you."

Master Qingzhu paused, "You have forgotten all this?"

He unconsciously glanced at his senior disciple beside him.

Mu Qingyuan was dazed for a moment and missed the strange expression on Master Qingzhu's face.

No... Impossible...

Could it be that there was something wrong even in the memory she recovered?

Her mind was in a mess and she didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, Master Qingzhu did not want to embarrass her. He just shook his robe and said in a low voice:

"Calm yourself down for a few days and come out on the day of Lanshan's celebration banquet."

After saying that, he glanced at Lanshan, signaling him to teach his younger sister a lesson. After receiving an affirmative look, he picked up the voice tube that had been on his waist for a long time and quickly left the courtyard.

Arashiyama, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall, looking at Mu Qingyuan without any concealment in his eyes.

"Junior sister."

Lanshan spoke suddenly, his brows furrowed and there was no smile on his face.

It's totally different from how he behaves as a good senior brother in front of Master Qingzhu.

"Go ahead to dangers."

"You're very brave." Lanshan stepped forward, ignoring Mu Qingyuan's vigilant and defensive eyes, and rubbed her head hard.

"...I raised you."

Lanshan smiled helplessly, and at first glance it seemed a bit doting.

"I always feel sorry for you."

"It shouldn't be like this." Lanshan touched her face. Mu Qingyuan wanted to hide, but was restrained in place by the powerful pressure and could not move.

"You are just too stupid and too soft-hearted." Lanshan said to himself, not caring whether Mu Qingyuan would answer or not.

"But I am the same... maybe you learned it from me."

Mu Qingyuan glared at him fiercely. Who learned this from someone like you?

"Don't look at me like that."

Lanshan stroked Mu Qingyuan's head gently, "You should thank me for not choosing something old and ugly for you."

"At least now this guy is both powerful and likes you, you are not at a disadvantage at all."

This was said as if Mu Qingyuan had gained some great advantage.

"Be obedient. There is no good outcome if you go against my brother."

Lanshan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Now that you have remembered everything, how dare you run back to the sect?"

"Just stay outside and wait..."

Lanshan paused for a moment and stopped talking.

"Just wait for your wedding."

He smiled and said, "This is a great joyous event."

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After Lanshan left, Mu Qingyuan closed the door angrily.

'Pa-ta--'

Amid the flying dust, her face was slightly distorted.

The door that was crumbling just now finally retired, crashing straight into the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mu Qingyuan choked twice, feeling so angry that she had no place to vent.

“…It turns out he doesn’t want me to come back.”

Mu Qingyuan stared at the shattered wooden door and spoke softly.

"You don't intend to kill me, and you don't intend to let me stay..."

"Then he will probably start a war in the Sword Sect."

"When did Qianqingsi become mine?"

Mu Qingyuan thought that after recovering some of her memories, her understanding of those twists and turns would gradually become clearer.

"Is it your magic weapon? Can't you feel it?" The spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword slowly floated out from the sword body.

"no feelings."

Mu Qingyuan shook her head honestly, "I have also contracted several spiritual tools and mustard seed bags in the past two years, so I am not unfamiliar with that kind of connection."

"That thousand strands of love are clearly not mine..."

Mu Qingyuan suddenly stopped.

wrong.

Her good master said that her senior brother asked for it for her.

Is it possible that... Lanshan asked for it under her name?

"Something's wrong."

The spirit of Xuanyuan Sword shook his head. "If they asked for it in your name, then have you ever used it? Doesn't Qingzhu know about it?"

"His previous reaction was that he was very sure that you had contracted the Thousand Love Threads, although his expression was a little strange..."

Mu Qingyuan's eyes widened.

"But I really have no impression or feeling."

The feeling of having a blank memory is really unpleasant.

Mu Qingyuan had begun to doubt whether the memory she had recovered was also diluted.

"Theoretically, it's not impossible." The Xuanyuan Sword spirit agreed:

"My power only suppressed the erosion of the Formless Nightmare, but only by completely eradicating the Formless Nightmare can you recover as before."

Mu Qingyuan fell into deep thought.

"…Mahayana stage, is that enough?"

The sword spirit looked hesitantly at the beautiful figure leaning against the wall and spoke uncertainly:

"perhaps?"