The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Yirong stared blankly at the direction where the Palace Master disappeared. Her heart couldn't help but beat fast as she recalled the Palace Master's beautiful face behind the white jade mask.

"Yirong, what are you thinking about? The host asked us to leave." Yizhi, who had a melon-seed face, came to Yirong and asked in confusion.

Linglong put the mask on the desk, sat lazily behind the desk with her chin in her hand, lowered her eyes to look at the man kneeling on the ground below, and asked: "How do you feel?"

Chen Bei, who was using great willpower to suppress the chaotic Qi in his body, heard Linglong's cold voice and spoke in a hoarse voice: "This subordinate deserves death. I am disrespectful in front of the master."

He didn't know why, but after he came out of the formation, he seemed to have an extra force rushing around in his body.

"have eaten."

The familiar sound of breaking wind sounded again. Chen Bei raised his hand to catch the cold medicine. Looking at the white jade bottle in his palm, he opened the stopper without hesitation and tilted it slightly. A round pill the size of a thumb appeared in his palm.

The raging force in his body slowly calmed down when he smelled the fragrance in the bottle.

Chen Bei put the medicine into his mouth with surprise. Strangely, this time the pill turned into a peaceful warm current that slid into his limbs and bones. The restless power calmed down in an instant.

The most important thing is that his dantian is slightly hot and his internal strength is also increasing.

"How about it?"

The voice is as clear as ice water and refreshing.

Chen Bei concealed the shock in his heart, bowed his head, and said respectfully: "Master, the chaotic energy in your body has calmed down."

"Do you know what that is?"

Hearing this, Chen Bei was startled, and then he remembered that this had never happened before when he practiced martial arts.

Chen Bei couldn't figure it out and shook his head, "I don't know."

Linglong turned the white jade lotus ring on her fingertips and said in a light voice: "Get up." She glanced at the swaying dead branches outside the window and raised her left hand with her palm facing up: "The force running around in your body is called spiritual energy! At the beginning of all things, there was chaos and primordial confusion. The origin became spirit. With spirit as the truth, one can become a god through cultivation."

Strands of invisible air gathered in the palm of his hand. The movable objects in the study were shaking. If the terrifying pressure was heavier, it would raze this place to the ground.

Chen Bei, who had just stood up, suddenly felt his pupils shrink drastically when he heard the words. His body trembled slightly unconsciously, and his heart was already in turmoil.

It's not just because of Linglong's words, but also because of the destructive power in her hands.

Just by looking at it, one can tell that this power is extremely dangerous. Although he was not injured by the pressure, he was also overwhelmed by its momentum.

Murmuring: "Is this the master's true strength? No, the master's power is far more than what we see."

Linglong clenched her left hand, and the air around her could almost be seen twisting and changing. In an instant, she regained her composure, lowered her eyes and played with the jade ring, saying calmly: "The spiritual energy here is too thin, and you will fail in your promotion to a cultivator. The elixir in your hand can suppress the spiritual energy in your body to the accumulated promotion point. During this period, you need to finish dealing with the affairs of Nanling Lousha Palace, and follow me to a place to establish a sect."

Speaking of this, Linglong really admired Chen Bei's talent in martial arts.

Chen Bei was shocked when he heard this. He leaned forward slightly and said respectfully, "I will obey your orders."

"Has anything big happened to Ji Yang recently?"

Linglong Mo Mo asked.

Thinking of the bamboo forest and maple forest dyed red that day, Chen Bei was speechless: "My Lord, in addition to the improvement of the Lord of the County, there are many new faces who have come to the martial arts competition." He raised his eyes and carefully glanced at the master who was writing, and continued: "And the location of the Lousha Palace has been leaked somehow, and many people broke into the bamboo forest yesterday alone."

At this point, he had to admire the formation set up by his master. If an innocent person who didn't know how to fight entered the bamboo forest, at most he would circle around in it and eventually get out safely! But if someone came with a purpose, the formation would become suspicious and start to strangle him.

Linglong lowered her head and wrote and drew on the rice paper, saying calmly: "Well, you go down and deal with the matters at hand first. I will change the formation later, and you can come over to get the blueprint later."

Chen Bei bowed and said respectfully, "Yes, Master."

After saying this, he took a few steps back and walked out of the study. As soon as he closed the door, he saw Yirong coming towards him, and his brows under the mask instantly frowned.

He walked quickly forward, and as soon as he approached Yirong, a pungent fragrance hit him. Looking at Yirong who was obviously dressed up, what else did Chen Bei not understand!

The corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, it turned out that he could also misjudge people. Before the other party could speak, he asked coldly: "Yirong, what's the matter?"

Yirong could tell that Chen Bei didn't like her, but she wasn't annoyed. Her face was graceful and elegant, which outsiders couldn't see! She half-knelt down and bowed to Chen Bei, "Master Mingsha, I'll bring tea to the Palace Master."

Hearing this leisurely voice, Chen Bei's face turned cold, "Yirong, you should be content with what you have and know your own identity!" Her eyes fell on the exquisite pastries on the tray in his hand, and she said coldly, "Don't think about it, or you will lose your life."

Yirong's face turned pale, the knuckles of her hands that were holding the tray were white from being pinched, her eyelids were slightly drooped and her eyelashes were trembling, she looked very charming.

"My Lord, you have misunderstood me. I always remember my humble status and dare not have any delusions! I just did what I should do."

The sneer on Chen Bei's lips grew louder, and his crisp words were like a loud slap in Yirong's face.

"Don't forget, the four of you have only one master, the Lord. If you lose your sense of propriety, I will directly ask the Lord to kill you."

The words were spoken very softly, but every word pierced Yirong's heart. Her hands trembled with fear, and the tray tilted, and the things on it almost fell to the ground with a swish.

Chen Bei quickly caught it, so there was no big noise. As he let out a sigh, he looked at Yirong with a cold gaze, and murderous intent rose in his heart.

How can such a person stay and serve the master?

"Take it away and deal with it."

The bland and cold voice was like frost, chilling people to the bone.

Hearing the master's words, Chen Bei's frown relaxed, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said respectfully: "Yes, Palace Master."

After he finished speaking, before Yirong could react, he pressed his mute point and took him away silently.

I hate people like this the most. They know someone else likes someone, but they still want to interfere.

The delicate figure in the room, with the dragon under her pen, seemed to have said something that had just taken someone's life, and it wasn't her.

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Zi'an, leaning on the couch, looked at the person in front of him with sparkling eyes. He picked up a red fruit on the table beside him, put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and asked kindly: "Mu Nian, have all the herbs that my sister wanted been put into the warehouse?"

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