Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue was secretly pleased when she saw Mo Bingxian's frustrated look. She chuckled and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth: "Okay, okay, you are not weak. Don't waste spiritual food. Remember to refine it well after you are full."

Mo Bingxian puffed out his cheeks and stared at the girl like a sparrow in anger, but when he thought of the spiritual energy brought by the spiritual food.

He thought that he could settle the score later and the most important thing was to improve his cultivation. Mo Bingxian picked up the chopsticks and ate fiercely, thinking that when his cultivation level was higher, he would let Shi Nishang taste the feeling of having his spiritual power locked.

Qin Muyue was even more pleased when she saw that Mo Bingxian stopped arguing. She turned to Yi Xuanji and said softly, "Master Yi, I'll have someone prepare some vegetarian food so we can have a good chat."

Yi Xuanji nodded, his eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on the plate of sugar-coated persimmons. "Miss, you are so thoughtful. I heard that these sugar-coated persimmons are Miss Shi's favorite. It is my blessing to have the opportunity to taste them today."

Qin Muyue was moved when she saw Yi Xuanji mention the sugar-frosted persimmons. She chuckled and said, "Master Yi is indeed knowledgeable. This sugar-frosted persimmon is indeed my favorite. You should try it too."

The girl used a toothpick to pick up a piece of cut persimmon and fed it to Yi Xuanji.

"Miss Shi's persimmons are really good." Yi Xuanji's ears felt hot again, but he continued to act and lowered his head to eat them.

Mo Bingxian became increasingly unhappy when he saw the two of them talking back and forth. He devoured several plates of spiritual food like a whirlwind, and when he felt that he had absorbed enough spiritual energy, he snorted coldly, stood up and said, "Since you two have something to say, I won't bother you. Miss, Master Yi, goodbye."

Qin Muyue saw that Mo Bingxian was about to leave, but she did not stop him. She knew that today's goal had been achieved and Mo Bingxian's arrogance had been suppressed.

She chuckled and said, "I can't finish refining this much. If you have a stomachache, don't come to me for help."

Mo Bingxian glanced at Qin Muyue coldly, turned around and left without saying a word.

Yi Xuanji saw Mo Bingxian leave, and turned to Qin Muyue and said, "Miss, Sect Master Mo seems a little unhappy, should we..."

Qin Muyue interrupted him and said with a smile: "Master Yi, don't worry. Master Mo is not a fool. It is impossible that he didn't notice the benefits I gave him."

Yi Xuanji smiled slightly. He knew what Qin Muyue was thinking. He didn't say much. He just put down the teacup and prepared to listen to Qin Muyue's next plan.

The girl looked at his fingers holding the teacup, her eyes rolling, and she began to act like a demon: "Friend Yi, it's boring to be trapped in a nightmare anyway, how about we have some tea?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Xuanji nodded slightly, his eyes were gentle, like a spring breeze: "Fellow Daoist Qin is right, drinking tea and calming the mind is exactly what I want."

Qin Muyue was secretly happy to see that Yi Xuanji agreed. She clapped her hands lightly, and the maids came in one after another, removed the spiritual food on the table, and replaced it with a set of exquisite tea sets and some light snacks.

"This is the Senluo Heart Peak that is unique to the Yiyin Sect. Master Yi, please try it." Qin Muyue personally picked up the teapot and deliberately poured two cups of tea for Yi Xuanji. The fragrance of tea filled the air and was refreshing.

Yi Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then she picked up the bamboo green teacup, blew on it gently, took a sip, and praised, "Fellow Daoist Qin really has good taste. This tea tastes mellow and warms my throat, which is amazing."

Qin Muyue smiled complacently. She took a sip of tea and said with a wandering look, "Master Yi, you are too kind. This tea is just so-so. It can only help me understand music and the mundane world."

Yi Xuanji was silent for a moment, this was not even spiritual tea, it was clearly spiritual treasures from heaven and earth being soaked in water to drink.

The girl stared at his teacup again and began to ask deliberately, "This bamboo green teacup and the purple teacup, why do you prefer the bamboo green one?"

Yi Xuanji smiled slightly, put down the teacup, and said slowly: "I just follow my heart, my mind is on the tea, not the cup."

Qin Muyue's eyes flashed with cunning, and she whispered: "Oh? Do you look down on the rare teacup?"

Yi Xuanji's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. He smiled faintly and said, "The color of the teacup or the contents are just appearances.

Without the teacup to hold it, the Senluo Heart Point is nothing more than a ball of potion, and it cannot change the essence of what the Senluo Heart Point needs to hold."

Qin Muyue was still not satisfied after listening to this. She said softly, "In short, there is tea soup only when there is a teacup. The tea soup will always change, but the teacup is the most important foundation of tea."

"That's right." Yi Xuanji nodded slightly.

Qin Muyue took a sip of tea, a sly look flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "The basis for Xianshou to overthrow the children of the aristocratic families in one fell swoop is strength, so I think,

In a few days, the Great Sage's Relic Musical Instrument and the peerless music score inside will appear in the Fuyue Mountain Secret Realm that will appear out of nowhere. The Sect Master should be able to interfere."

Yi Xuanji raised her eyebrows slightly: "If this is true, then Qin Xiaoyou should give more advice to Master Mo in the near future."

Qin Muyue said proudly: "I will do the job, don't worry."

The two of them chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became harmonious.

Qin Muyue's plan was being realized step by step. She gently stroked the jade ruyi in her hand, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a glimmer of expectation flashed in her eyes.

Mo Bingxian returned to his residence, still furious. He sat cross-legged and began to refine the excess spiritual energy in his body.

Although spiritual food is good, absorbing too much at one time will put a great burden on the body. He secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would let Qin Muyue taste the feeling of being suppressed.

However, just as he was concentrating on refining spiritual energy, he suddenly felt a hot current running through his body, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins and was difficult to control.

His face turned pale instantly and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead. It was obvious that something went wrong in refining the spiritual energy.

Qin Muyue appeared in Mo Bingxian's residence. Looking at his painful appearance, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She walked slowly to Mo Bingxian and whispered, "Mo Xiaogou, I told you that you can't finish refining after eating so much. Do you have a stomachache?"

Mo Bingxian gritted his teeth, unwilling to ask for help from the arrogant girl, but the turmoil of spiritual energy in his body made it unbearable for him. His body began to tremble and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Qin Muyue secretly admired when she saw this, who could understand the beauty of the battle damage suffered by Master Mo Men?

Qin Muyue's gaze moved over Mo Bingxian's trembling body.

His hair was stuck to his pale cheeks due to sweat, and his eyes, which were usually as sharp as a knife, became blurred at this moment, adding a bit of heartbreaking fragility.

She sighed softly, as if admiring a delicate and fragile porcelain sculpture. Her fingertips gently stroked the sweat on his forehead, and her voice was gentle: "Mo Xiaogou, why are you doing this? Why don't you just give in and let me save you."

Mo Bingxian's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to refute, but the severe pain in his body made him only able to utter a faint moan.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin, revealing his muscles that were tense with pain. It was a beauty that combined strength and fragility.

Qin Muyue's eyes flashed with enjoyment. She gently lifted his chin, forced him to look at her, and deliberately made a bubbling sound: "Be good, beg me, and I'll give it to you if you give in, ok?"

A trace of anger and humiliation flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes, but his body betrayed his will. His trembling became more violent, and the blood at the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

Qin Muyue smiled lightly when she saw this. She knew that his persistence had reached its limit.

Qin Muyue's fingers gently stroked his cheek, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and her voice became gentler: "If you don't listen, you will be punished."

A trace of humiliation flashed in Mo Bingxian's eyes, but his body could not resist Qin Muyue's touch.

Her fingers seemed to have magical powers, which gradually dissipated his pain and also made his defenses gradually collapse.

Qin Muyue seized the opportunity to be his whetstone and taunted him: "Remember this moment, Mo Xiaogou, your beauty and your fragility all belong to me, oh, all like oh!"

Mo Bingxian once again looked as if he suspected that the girl was ill.