Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue smiled slightly, with a sly look in her eyes: "Master Ye, since you said so, I will naturally not refuse. However, it takes time to convert the inner demons. "

Ye Yinghuo nodded, showing his understanding: "Of course, as long as Qin Xiaoyou can help, time is not a problem."

Ye Yinghuo lit a candle for his disciple. I'm afraid that in terms of emotional progress, Lu Yaoguang will lag behind Zhao Huoling. Are the master and disciple really going to have a quarrel?

"Thank you, Fairy Qin." Zhao Huoling stood up. Although he was carrying a bramble on his back, his swordsmanship was still as sharp as ever.

"Hey, please take down the bramble first. It looks very inconvenient." The girl said guiltily.

Zhao Huoling obediently untied the braids and put them away, as if he would punish himself next time Qin Muyue needed it.

Jun Yuzheng saw it, as if it was a thorn in his flesh. He offered his opinion in a cold voice: "Oh? Since it is a demon in the heart, can Zhao Jianzun explain the reason?"

Zhao Huoling's old face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "After experiencing that battle, decades later I realized... I have been your disciple Qin Muyue for a long time."

Jun Yuzheng narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. A cold light flashed in his eyes. His voice was somewhat teasing: "Zhao Jianzun, what do you mean? You like my disciple, so what do you want this master to do?"

Zhao Huoling's face turned even paler. He knew that Jun Yuzheng's tone was full of sarcasm, but he still answered with a stiff upper lip: "Jun Xianzun, I know this is absurd, but emotional matters are beyond my control."

Jun Yuzheng sneered, walked slowly in front of Zhao Huoling, and released his pressure, forcing Jian Zun to kneel on one knee. He looked down at him: "Zhao Jian Zun, do you know that my disciple Qin Muyue has been my disciple since she was young? Her every word and action, every move, is all taught by me. Now that you say you like her, isn't that saying that you are the kind of person who picks peaches from others?"

Zhao Huoling sensed something was wrong, he laughed in anger, his blood boiling, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, how pure are the Immortal Venerable's thoughts towards Yue'er?" Although he had not heard the gossip that Jun confessed his love for Qin Muyue in front of the people from the Three Realms, his wisdom from living for hundreds of years allowed him to figure out that something was wrong.

Ye Yinghuo slapped his forehead, forgetting to tell Zhao Huoling about this, and quickly kicked his apprentice over, picked him up and scolded him. "What are you imagining, silly apprentice? You and those unconscious people are the only ones in the entire cultivation world who don't know about Jun Yuzheng's love for his beloved apprentice Qin Muyue."

Upon hearing the news, Zhao Huoling's face turned from pale to ashen, his body trembled slightly, and the devil's red color occupied his pupils.

He closed his eyes in pain, not wanting his beloved girl to see his ugly appearance as he was about to go insane.

Anger and despair overwhelmed the once invincible sword master, and his inner demons raged within him like a violent storm.

His body trembled even more violently, a demonic energy began to surge out of him, and his eyes were completely covered in red.

Qin Muyue was shocked when she saw this. She knew that Zhao Huoling was on the verge of going insane. She hurried forward and tried to use her spiritual power to calm Zhao Huoling's mind. "Sword Master, calm down and don't be controlled by your inner demons!"

However, Zhao Huoling could no longer listen to anything. All that was left in his heart was hatred for Jun Yuzheng for taking away his love and his obsession with Qin Muyue.

He waved his hand violently, and a powerful spiritual power swept Qin Muyue into his arms. He turned around and was about to flee the scene.

"Let her go!" Jun Yuzheng shouted angrily. He didn't expect that Zhao Huoling would dare to kidnap Qin Muyue in front of him.

He immediately used his Taoist magic, and a beam of cold light rushed straight towards Zhao Huoling.

Zhao Huoling felt the threat from behind, he held Qin Muyue tightly in front of him and used his back to withstand Jun Yuzheng's attack.

His body was hit and blood spurted out of his mouth, but he did not stop. Instead, he quickened his pace and disappeared from the sight of the two immortals.

Seeing this, Ye Yinghuo stopped Jun Yuzheng and advised with a trembling voice: "Jun Xianzun, please give my eldest disciple a chance to spend time with Qin Xiaoyou. I believe that your disciple is excellent and will definitely be able to solve his inner demons!"

Jun Yuzheng's face was gloomy. He knew that his momentary anger had caused such a disaster. He thought that the consequences of Lan Yin and Xu Guo were all on Qin Muyue. Now that things had come to this, he could not let the cause and effect continue to get out of control.

He snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the bedroom.

And Qin Muyue, in Zhao Huoling's arms, could feel Zhao Huoling's body trembling and his disordered spiritual power.

She knew that if Zhao Huoling's inner demons were not quelled quickly, he would most likely fall completely into the evil path and never be able to turn back.

"Sword Master, listen to me, I... I haven't agreed to marry my master yet, calm down." She only agreed to marry her master into the Qin family. No matter whether Lord Sword Master believed it or not, she believed it anyway.

"Your love for Yue'er is caused by an unforgettable experience. If you spend a few days with me, you may have a different opinion." The girl's voice was soft, and she tried to arouse Zhao Huoling's reason.

Zhao Huoling's body shook slightly, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by the red light of his inner demon.

His steps began to falter, and he knew that he didn't have much time left to think clearly.

In Zhao Huoling's heart, the struggle between reason and inner demons became more and more intense.

The inner demon kept tempting him to possess the girl and make her completely his.

The Sword Master bit the corner of his lip and managed to keep his sanity.

Although his steps were staggering, he held Qin Muyue tightly in his hands, as if she was his only salvation.

Jian Zun brought the girl to Hongfeng Pavilion inexplicably. His injuries could no longer sustain him, so he fell on the carpet in the inner room while holding the girl, and blood spurted out of his head.

The girl was about to push him away to check her injuries, but this action seemed to stimulate the Sword Master who was on the verge of collapse. He pulled the girl's hands over her head and approached her.

The girl's eyes were wide open, her mouth was blocked, and she endured the Sword Master's mad attack.

Qin Muyue's mouth soon became red and swollen from the rough treatment. She tried to use her spiritual power to calm the evil spirit in Jian Zun's body, and managed to make a sound while touching his lips and teeth: "Jian Zun... I will... accompany you."

Zhao Huoling's body shook slightly. Qin Muyue's words were like a clear spring, nourishing his dried up sanity.

A glimmer of clarity flashed across his eyes, but was quickly covered by the bloody color of his inner demon.

He let go of the girl, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Yue'er, run away, I... I can't control myself..."

"It's okay. I'll get you the Qingxin Pill." The girl pushed away the man who was in the way and took out the pill from the storage magic weapon.

Zhao Huoling looked at the pill in Qin Muyue's hand, and the struggle in his heart became more intense.

The inner demon whispered in his ear, tempting him to reject the elixir, possess Qin Muyue, and make her his forever.

But Zhao Huoling's reason told him that doing so would only make him a complete slave to the devil and lose everything.

He gritted his teeth, trying hard to resist the temptation of his inner demon, and took the Qingxin Pill with trembling hands. However, the inner demon interfered with his body too much and the pill rolled through his fingers.

Ningxi Sword Master, who is respected by the world, has a pair of hands that are extremely steady when holding the sword, but his hands are trembling in the dilemma of his inner demons. He tries again and again to pick up the elixir, but fails again and again.

There is a kind of sadness in falling from the altar.