Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

The clan leader gently stroked the girl's hair, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he comforted her softly: "Nichang, Yue Guanxue is the honored guest of the Juexian Banquet, and his zither skills are extraordinary. Even the Zither Saint and the Demonic Sound Old Woman are fond of him. We must not act rashly in this matter."

Qin Muyue's eyes were filled with tears, and there was a hint of unwillingness in her voice: "Are we going to let him go just like that? He made me lose face in front of everyone."

The Sect Master sighed, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "If the open way doesn't work, we naturally have to think of some other ways. Although Yue Guanxue has the support of the Zither Saint and the Demonic Sound Old Woman, in this Yingyin Sect, I still have the final say."

Qin Muyue heard this, a sly look flashed in her eyes: "Oh? What's the trick?"

The clan leader pondered for a moment and whispered, "Although Yue Guanxue is a master in the zither, he is still young and energetic. We can start with the people around him and look for opportunities."

Qin Muyue's eyes flashed with understanding: "Okay, I will bribe a poor peasant disciple around him and wait for an opportunity to take action."

The leader smiled slightly, with a hint of calculation in his eyes: "There is a man named Zhang San beside Yue Guanxue. He seems to be loyal to Yue Guanxue, but he is actually a cunning person. We can start with him."

Qin Muyue's eyes lit up: "Good idea."

The leader stroked his beard, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes: "In this Yingyin Sect, loyalty is the least valuable thing. We just need to give him enough spirit stones, and he will naturally serve us."

Qin Muyue nodded, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes: "Then what should we do?"

The clan leader whispered, "You should recover from your injuries first, and let your father handle this matter. I will send someone to contact Zhang San."

Qin Muyue nodded, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

After the sect leader left, Qin Muyue stopped acting. She lay there without any image and ordered people around: "Mo Bingxian, I want to eat sugar-coated persimmons."

"Don't blame me if you feel sick after eating." Mo Bingxian went to the kitchen with a cold face.

Qin Muyue raised her eyebrows. Master Mo was quite caring. While Mo Bingxian was away, she asked the maid to bring a table of delicacies from the sea.

Qin Muyue leaned on the couch, her eyes full of pride. She gently stroked the jade ruyi in her hand, with a sly smile on the corner of her mouth.

The maids were busy placing plates of exquisite delicacies from land and sea in front of her. Each dish was carefully cooked, with great color, aroma and taste, making people salivate.

"This deer antler has a delicate texture and unique taste. When paired with this special medicinal food, it is truly a top-quality tonic for the body." She picked up a piece of deer antler, blew on it gently, then put it into her mouth, closed her eyes, and savored it carefully.

Mo Bingxian walked in carrying a plate of sugar-coated persimmons and looked at the plates of delicacies on the table that exuded spiritual energy.

His expression became even colder, and he put the persimmons on the table and wanted to walk out.

"Wait a minute," the girl put down her chopsticks, picked up a plate of antlers and placed it on the empty seat. "I can't finish so much, help me with it."

Mo Bingxian paused, turned around, and looked at the girl with cold eyes. There seemed to be frost in his eyes, which made people shudder.

Qin Muyue seemed not to care. There was a hint of provocation in her eyes and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Why, Mo Xiaogou doesn't want to?" There was a hint of teasing in Qin Muyue's voice. She waved her hand gently and asked the maids to leave. Only the two of them were left in the room.

Mo Bingxian snorted coldly, his eyes swept across the delicacies on the table, and finally landed on the plate of spiritual deer antlers.

"Miss Shi is in such a good mood that she's going to such great lengths even though her injury hasn't healed yet." There was a hint of sarcasm in Mo Bingxian's voice.

Qin Muyue chuckled. "You are weak, this deer antler can strengthen your body and improve your sexual performance."

"How can you be so rude...I am confident in my own situation!" Mo Bingxian looked slightly annoyed.

"What confidence?" Qin Muyue walked over, stretched out her hand and gently pulled Mo Bingxian's sleeve, glancing somewhere.

Mo Bingxian frowned slightly, shook off her hand, and just looked at her coldly.

"It's just a joke. I'm personally urging you to eat. If you don't eat it, I'll eat you!" Qin Muyue looked presumptuous and threatened.

"Since Miss Qin's kindness is hard to refuse, then I, Mo, would be disrespectful to refuse." Mo Bingxian knew that if he went against her, she would flirt with him again, so he had no choice but to sit down. His movements were elegant and calm.

Qin Muyue smiled with satisfaction. She returned to her seat, ate a piece of spirit beast meat, and moved the dish back to him. "Eat quickly. I want to eat something else."

Mo Bingxian glared at the girl helplessly. He picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully. His expression did not change.

"How does it taste?" Qin Muyue asked, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Mo Bingxian replied calmly: "It's OK."

"Stop pretending." Qin Muyue rolled her eyes elegantly.

Mo Bingxian turned a deaf ear to her, and when he picked up his chopsticks again, the girl put her hand on his leg.

Mo Bingxian's movements paused. He could feel the girl's temperature coming through her clothes. Her touch was frivolous and bold, causing him to frown.

He put down his chopsticks, his eyes as sharp as ice blades, staring directly at Qin Muyue, and scolded: "Shi Nishang, can you behave like a lady from an aristocratic family?"

Qin Muyue didn't seem to care about his scolding. She didn't move her hand away, but gently stroked his thigh, with a hint of provocation in her eyes. "It's just skin contact, why make a fuss."

Veins throbbed in Mo Bing's immortal head, and just as he was about to get up and hide, someone suddenly broke in.

Just when Mo Bingxian was about to get up, the door was pushed open and a scent of sandalwood entered the room.

Yi Xuanji was dressed in a white monk's robe, with eyes as compassionate as the Buddha's. He waved the Buddhist beads in his hand and bowed. "Nichang, it seems that I came at the wrong time?"

Qin Muyue slapped her thigh, thinking that Yi Xuanji came at the right time. She should be able to suppress Mo Bingxian's arrogance as planned.

Mo Bingxian had an ugly look on his face. His legs were slapped loudly by the girl. Even if he had a few more mouths, he couldn't explain whether he was using his sex appeal to seduce the girl or not.

"No, you came at the right time," Qin Muyue didn't even look at Mo Bingxian and took Yi Xuanji to the table.

"You must try this snow crab, it's a rare delicacy." The girl deliberately moved two plates of untouched spiritual vegetables in front of Yi Xuanji.

Yi Xuanji smiled slightly, his eyes moving between Mo Bingxian and Qin Muyue. "Amitabha, I am a monk and do not eat meat, but it is my honor to have a meal with you, young lady."

Mo Bingxian looked at the plate of spirit beast meat in front of him. How dare Shi Nishang do that? Suddenly, she felt something stuck in her throat.

Seeing this, Qin Muyue's eyes flashed with cunning. She knew that Yi Xuanji's arrival was a good opportunity for her to suppress Mo Bingxian. She chuckled and said, "Master Yi, you don't know that Mo Xiaogou seems to be a little uncomfortable with the climate these days, especially the lack of yang energy, and is weak."

"Amitabha, Master Mo should take more deer antlers and tiger bones, otherwise Miss Shi might be disappointed." Yi Xuanji's ears felt slightly hot, but she continued to speak according to Qin Muyue's meaning.

Mo Bingxian's face instantly turned livid. After all, he was still a teenager. He was so angry that he lost his composure and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Shi Nishang, how am I weak!"