The lucky man is the one who has no offspring, and the pregnant waist is spoiled like crazy

Jiang Zheng was dressed in red, looking cool and elegant. The passage of time had left no trace on her face, and she looked as beautiful as ever for hundreds of years.

"Greetings to Immortal Master Zhaohua!"

Even though Jiang Zheng's title of Immortal Lord is undeserved, he does have this title, so he must observe the proper etiquette.

"Greetings... Immortal Lord." When Master Xuan Yang saw Jiang Zheng again, he realized that the spiritual energy around him was still thin, so he gradually put his mind at ease and bowed reluctantly.

Logically speaking, he is the head of the Yuanying stage, and Jiang Zheng is just an elder in the Qi Refining stage. Jiang Zheng should have come to pay him a visit, but Jiang Zheng inherited the honorable position and became one of the Five Immortals.

"Master, you are so polite. Zhaohua came back rashly and caused you trouble."

Master Xuan Yang repeatedly said "I dare not", and said: "It's good that the Immortal Master is back, but I just talked to Junior Master about the Jingling Peak not being cleaned up. Junior Master suggested that the Immortal Master go to live in Sanzhu Peak, but..." Master Xuan Yang secretly glanced at Gu Qinglan's face, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

Jiang Zheng turned around and met Gu Qinglan's eyes, then smiled, "It's been a long time since we last met. Why do you look so pale?"

Jiang Zheng looked normal, generous and polite, not at all like the jealous and resentful woman in the legend. The disciples who were nearby had already started whispering.

More than sixty years had passed since the last time they met. Gu Qinglan's icy expression melted a little when he met Jiang Zheng's smiling eyes. He swallowed back the words "nothing serious" that he was about to blurt out, and instead said, "I was injured and sick."

"Injured?" Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and grabbed Gu Qinglan's wrist with his backhand to check on her. Gu Qinglan subconsciously struggled, but was frozen in place by Jiang Zheng's words "Don't move". "Tsk, internal injuries."

She let go of his hand, turned around and said to Mu Qingxuan, "Master Junior, I'm not going to Sanzhu Peak. I have to go back to Yunhua Peak to take care of him."

Mu Qingxuan shook his fan, made a "tsk" sound, and complained in a low voice: "You little heartless boy, who am I doing this for!" But he said generously: "It's my duty, who asked you to marry Yun Heng."

The two completely different words "go" and "return", made Gu Qinglan stunned for a moment, and then a strange feeling surged in his heart, as if he was looking forward to his wife, whom he rarely saw, returning to Yunhua Peak.

He was about to open his mouth to agree, but Wu Xiaoyao interrupted him hastily, "Don't worry, Immortal Venerable, I will take good care of Master. Immortal Venerable is so precious that I'm afraid he can't bear the pain of taking care of someone."

As soon as Wu Xiaoyao opened her mouth, the smile on Mu Qingxuan's face fell, and Gu Qinglan looked at her with a rather cold look.

To outsiders, these remarks that took the place of others' business made it seem that Wu Xiaoyao, the disciple, had a conscience, and Jiang Zheng was cold and heartless.

Jiang Zheng's expression remained unchanged. She glanced at Wu Xiaoyao with a half-smile, "I know you."

Before Wu Xiaoyao could reply, Jiang Zheng spoke again, "I have heard a lot of legends about you in Beihai. I heard that you are very popular in Yunhua Peak, and Qinglan even wants to take you in."

Gu Qinglan frowned, his eyes full of questions, and lightly rebuked: "Zhao Hua, what nonsense are you talking about? Wu Xiaoyao is a disciple, and only a disciple!"

After these words were spoken, Wu Xiaoyao's face turned several shades paler, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked pitiful. She called out "Master" softly, but Gu Qinglan acted as if she didn't hear it.

"I'm not talking nonsense, that's what people are saying outside." Jiang Zheng shrugged, looking innocent. "I thought that if you were interested, we could get a divorce when I came back this time, and I would make room for this little girl, but it seems like you don't have that idea, right?"

Hearing the word "divorce", Gu Qinglan subconsciously felt upset, and the words she spoke were also filled with a little imperceptible anxiety, "You are my wife, and you will always be. Don't say such words as divorce again. Wu Xiaoyao is just my apprentice. The rumors outside are probably spread intentionally by someone with ulterior motives. I will have someone deal with it, so don't worry."

Jiang Zheng smiled, and actually didn't say anything else.

Of course, the rumors outside were spread by someone with ulterior motives, and this person was naturally Wu Xiaoyao.

She took advantage of the fact that Jiang Zheng lived far away in Beihai and Gu Qinglan rarely went out to publicize the fact that she was favored. When Jiang Zheng did not respond, she even spread the news that Yunhua Peak was going to change its mistress.

Now that it has been publicly exposed, we have lost both face and dignity.

After these sonorous words were spoken, although the people far away did not hear them, the disciples who were nearby heard them clearly.

Gu Qinglan's very different attitudes towards Jiang Zheng and Wu Xiaoyao dispelled the rumors from the outside world, and also gave people a preliminary understanding of Jiang Zheng's status as the hostess.

Gu Qinglan glanced at the disciples who were whispering and reiterated, "From now on, Wu Xiaoyao will still live in the disciple quarters at the foot of the mountain with the other outer disciples. There can be no exceptions!"

"Master!" Wu Xiaoyao was extremely anxious but could not say anything. If she opened her mouth to defend herself, it would be tantamount to confirming the source of the rumor and Gu Qinglan would not let her go.

After being driven down the mountain, her former arrogance in front of ordinary disciples became a joke.

"But I have a question." Jiang Zheng said suspiciously, and then dropped a bombshell, "Where is the rootless grass I asked someone to bring you last time? Have you used it up?"

Rootless grass grows in the North Sea and is the best medicine for treating internal injuries.

More than fifty years ago, Gu Qinglan was also injured once. Jiang Zheng, who was thousands of miles away in Beihai, asked a passing disciple of Changming Sect to take some back to Gu Qinglan.

As soon as these words came out, Wu Xiaoyao's body suddenly trembled slightly, as if he remembered something.

Why did Immortal Master Zhaohua suddenly remember to ask about the rootless grass?

Gu Qinglan frowned. His memories of Jiang Zheng were still stuck in many years ago, and he had never seen this rootless grass before. "Have you given it to me?"

"Yes, I sent a lot!" Jiang Zheng searched among the disciples for a while, and finally stopped his eyes on a tall man with fair skin. "It was him. He met me when he passed by Beihai. I asked him to bring a lot of rootless grass back to Changming Sect and give it to you. Didn't you receive it?"

Gu Qinglan shook his head, "Never received it!"

Mu Qingxuan was a bystander and had guessed most of what had happened when he saw Wu Xiaoyao's strange expression. He called the disciple out and asked him about what happened that year, "Why didn't the elixir given to you by Zhaohua Immortal Venerable be delivered to Yunhua Peak, but you kept it for yourself?"

The disciple was suddenly named and quickly denied it, "Your Excellency is wronged! I did bring back the rootless grass that the Immortal Master Zhaohua asked me to bring back, but when I reached Yunhua Peak, I found that the Immortal Master Yunheng was not there, and only my junior sister was there, so I gave the rootless grass to my junior sister and asked her to pass the thing on to the Immortal Master Yunheng. Everything I said is true, and if the Immortal Master doesn't believe me, you can search my soul!"

Soul searching is a spell to spy on memories, but the person whose soul is searched may suffer confusion at best, or even a drop in cultivation level at worst. This disciple dares to let people search his soul, so what he said is most likely true.

Gu Qinglan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wu Xiaoyao. His voice was as cold as ice. "Where is the rootless grass? You never gave it to me."