Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

This thought kept lingering in her mind.

Fu Xueqiong paused, took a deep breath, gathered spiritual power in her hands, and sent out a sound transmission note: "No problem."

As Fu Xueqiong's sound transmission note was sent out, peace returned to the cave.

"Continue practicing."

Muttering this, Fu Xueqiong exhaled and practiced, but her breath was obviously much more fluctuating than before.

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Back to Luo River.

After Xiaobai ran away, Luo He hesitated.

"Since I promised Yu Chuchu that I would ask about her sister's whereabouts, I will go find my master?"

Originally, he planned not to look for his master before leaving, but to go directly to Nantian Pavilion.

And now let’s treat this as our last gathering.

Thinking of this, Luo He rushed towards Fu Xueqiong's cave.

Soon Luo He arrived in front of Fu Xueqiong's cave.

The entrance of the cave is carved from bluestone and is very imposing. It is surrounded by flowers, plants and trees, exuding a quiet atmosphere.

Luo He shouted, feeling a little nervous as he waited for a response.

"Come in."

Luo He gently pushed open the cave door. The air that blew in was filled with the faint aroma of spiritual medicine, which made people feel peaceful. He walked into Fu Xueqiong's cave, thinking secretly in his heart.

The layout here is as elegant as ever, with spiritual medicines scattered around and a few quaint paintings hanging on the walls, exuding a distant atmosphere.

This should be the last time I come to Master’s cave.

Fu Xueqiong sat on the futon, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something, looking into the distance, as if immersed in his own world.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked softly, her voice as clear and pleasant as a flowing spring, revealing a bit of majesty.

Luo He's heart tightened, and the questions he had prepared about Sister Yu Chuchu vanished in an instant.

He felt that Fu Xueqiong's mood seemed a little off, as if she was sulking.

Her eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions, and he couldn't help but wonder how to start. If he spoke directly at this moment, he might be met with a cold reception.

So Luo He immediately changed his words.

"I came here to tell you the story I didn't finish before. I promised you I would finish the story." He tried to keep his voice calm.

Fu Xueqiong's expression obviously eased a lot after hearing these words. She nodded slightly, as if some unhappiness in her heart was diluted by his words.

She stood up, walked gracefully to the table, and motioned Luo He to sit on the chair as well.

Luo He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair opposite her.

"Speaking of that, the Gray Emperor was suppressed by the Happy Sheep Celestial Venerable on the Green Grassland. Just when we thought the matter was over, the Red Demoness appeared and used the frying pan magic to instantly defeat the Happy Sheep Celestial Venerable."

……

The narration of the story seemed to bring the two closer together. Luo He began to tell the legend about the Sheep Village in a soft and rhythmic voice.

Fu Xueqiong listened quietly, her expression gradually attracted by the story. Sometimes she smiled slightly, sometimes she frowned, her eyes showing concentration and thought.

When the story reached the key point, Luo He's tone gradually became passionate, as if he was there himself.

As the plot deepened, Fu Xueqiong became more and more absorbed, and in a trance she seemed to have forgotten all her troubles.

"At the last moment, Lazy Sheep Walker, who was standing nearby, saw this and became completely enraged, losing his mind. The horns on his head stood upright, emitting golden light and thundering. Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "This is the legendary Super Sheep Demon Man?"

Luo He finally finished the story, smiled slightly, and looked at Fu Xueqiong, wanting to see her reaction.

A hint of emotion flashed in Fu Xueqiong's eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

"Indeed, I didn't expect the Sheep Demon Clan to be a fighting race. Their fighting power would surge every time they were on the verge of life and death."

"Yes, Master, do you know anything about the demon race?"

Luo He responded, and the atmosphere between the two became much more relaxed, and some of the previous depression was diluted by this story.

"The demon tribe?"

"That's right, for example, the fox tribe. Master, have you ever encountered any fox tribe?"

Luo He asked while the iron was hot.

The reason why the story is brought to the Green Grassland is to take the opportunity to inquire about matters related to the demon race.

Yu Chuchu's sister is a demon.

This way, the topic can be naturally shifted here.

"The Fox Tribe?"

Fu Xueqiong slowly raised her head, a thoughtful look on her face. "It seems like it was many years ago. A member of the fox clan triggered a demonic disaster. I was there at the time and easily killed those ancient demons. The news seemed to have spread to many people."

Luo He blinked: "What kind of fox is it?"

"Her appearance is very distinctive. She has a slender figure, her fur is as pink as clouds, and her eyes are as blue as the deep sea, clear and bright." Fu Xueqiong said softly, her brows relaxed slightly, as if recalling that lively figure.

Fu Xueqiong was impressed by the guy's distinctive appearance.

Luo He's heart moved.

That's right.

This fox clan member is Yu Chuchu’s sister Li.

Is this the time to make contact?

"Then Master, what happened to the fox clan afterwards?" Luo He asked after taking a deep breath.

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Fu Xueqiong's face remained calm and expressionless.

"I killed those big monsters and left. I don't know what happened to her later."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was calm and low.

She was just like usual.

Fu Xueqiong doesn't care about such insignificant people at all.

It looked like she just happened to come across him, then took action and left.

She didn't know much about this.

"Then where was the place where you killed the great demon, Master?"

Luo He pondered for a moment and asked.

My master doesn’t know the whereabouts of Sister Li Yu Chuchu, so I can only start from the place where Sister Li disappeared.

If you want to know the information, you can only know where the place is.

"Pluto Valley."

Fu Xueqiong's answer remained calm: "That is a forbidden place, where demons and cultivators intertwine and fight constantly."

To her, this was just a trivial matter that did not need to be taken seriously.

Whether it was the ancient monster or the fox clan, they were probably just like dust in Fu Xueqiong's heart.

Luo He was in a complicated mood.

Just like him, he was just a tool to Fu Xueqiong.

It's just a tool with useful value.

"Thank you, Master. I understand."

"Why are you asking this? Do you know her?" Although Fu Xueqiong didn't care about the fox clan, her intuition was very sharp.

Luo He paused slightly and adjusted his expression.

"She's just a friend of a senior sister. I just recently heard that she has a sister and I want to know more about her."

Fu Xueqiong's eyes flickered, as if she was thinking about Luo He's words.

She remembered the little girl with fiery red hair, Wang Xiaoke.

Is it related to her?

Thinking of this, Fu Xueqiong's blue eyes rippled like water.

I couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Now that the story is over, I'll go make you some noodles."

Luo He coughed dryly, remembering his previous habit.

As long as he finished telling a story, he would always make a bowl of noodles for Fu Xueqiong, and then they would eat together. This was a tacit understanding between them.

It can also be considered a break in the middle of the journey.

"Yeah." Fu Xueqiong was slightly stunned, then nodded.

Just as Luo He said, when Luo He came to see her, if he got tired of talking during the conversation, he would go back to make a bowl of noodles and then taste it with her.

She didn't feel anything about it at first, and told Luo He that she didn't like to eat anything. Then Luo He said to her with a playful smile that it was too tiring to tell stories all the time, and she needed to do something else to relax.

This is how she gave Luo He a way to "relax".

"okay I know."

Luo He stood up and shook his sleeves.

Fu Xueqiong likes to eat plain noodles without meat.

Ever since he made noodles for Fu Xueqiong and heard her say "I don't eat beef", Luo He has made some improvements to the way he makes noodles.

Now he has become an expert in making vegetarian noodles.

Luo He stood at the stove, gently stirring the boiling spiritual water and spiritual herbs in the pot, feeling a mixture of emotions. The aroma of the clear broth filled the small kitchen, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure in his heart—an indescribable emotion.

After this period of time, he will leave Fu Xueqiong.

He picked up the fresh noodles and slowly placed them in the pot, his eyes following the noodles as they slowly slid into the boiling water. The clear soup, like Fu Xueqiong, was elegant and calm, unassuming.

The noodles were gradually cooked, and he patiently adjusted the flavor of the soup, feeling a slight sour feeling in his heart.

Luo He poured the cooked noodles into a porcelain bowl. The rim of the bowl was as white as jade, contrasting with the plain noodles in the clear soup, as if the whole picture was frozen at this moment.

He took a deep breath, carefully carried the noodles to Fu Xueqiong, put down the bowl, and his heart twitched slightly.

"Master, the noodles are ready." Luo He's voice was a little low, but he still tried to keep it steady.

Fu Xueqiong could be seen sitting at the side, her eyes closed, as if in meditation. Her long hair fell like a black waterfall, gently brushing against her fair skin.

Her facial features are well-defined, with a high nose bridge, slender eyebrows, and slightly parted cherry lips. Every detail exudes an indescribable beauty, like a picture.

Fu Xueqiong looked up at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing, as if she just took the bowl of noodles as a matter of course.

She quietly picked up the bowl, her eyes falling on the plain noodles in clear soup. A glimmer flickered in her eyes, as if she was recalling something through the bowl of noodles, but it was only for a moment, and she regained her usual calmness.

She immediately looked up at Luo He: "It's still the same as before, right?"

Luo He looked at her, his heart trembling. He smiled casually, shook his sleeves and said, "Yes, Master has always loved this clear soup noodles, so of course I have to keep the taste the same as always."

"Ah."

Fu Xueqiong didn't say much, but just savored the noodles carefully. Her movements were as elegant as ever, and her expression was still indifferent, even a little cold.

There was a silence in the air, with only the sound of soft chewing breaking the loneliness.

Luo He looked at her and thought to himself: Maybe I will never have the chance to cook a bowl of noodles for her again.

He remembered that he was full of awe for her at first, and felt that this person was as far away as ice and snow, but as time went by, he gradually felt a hint of imperceptible warmth from her coldness, like a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds.

But Fu Xueqiong's hot and cold behavior made him unable to tell which one was reality.

Or maybe it's just the effect of being possessed by a demon.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more complicated, but he didn't dare to show it.