Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

The spiritual power in her veins has already been squandered, and she has not yet formed a golden core, so the recovery speed of her spiritual power is very slow. With her own remaining strength, she can't do anything to this fairy grass at all. If she had followed her speed and waited until the medicine in the grass jelly was squeezed out, the wound would probably start to heal on its own.

Wen Qingyou heard the words and got up, and there was a slight rustling sound from the friction of the clothes, which was clearly audible in the not-so-spacious cave. Mu Sheng lowered his head, his face pale. When Wen Qingshou touched her skin when it was slightly cold, she shivered, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at Wen Qingshou. At the moment when her gaze intertwined, she thought she had fallen into a vortex of stars.

"I—" Mu Sheng suppressed the charming thoughts floating in his mind, his lips moved, but he still didn't know what to say.

Staring at her warmly, there seemed to be strange scenes intertwined in her mind. She looked a little more in her eyes, as if she wanted to look at other people through Mu Sheng's face. But she suppressed this emotion even faster. She knelt down beside Mu Sheng, stroked the delicate skin around the wound with her fingers, and said, "You are burdened with five chaotic energies. When the power of the medicine gradually seeps in, Try to circulate the five qi in your body."

"En." Mu Sheng replied softly, and then quickly glanced at Wen Qingchou, "Senior Sister, you—"

She raised her eyebrows tenderly, waiting for her next words.

Mu Sheng took a deep breath, looked at Wen Qingchou and finished what she was holding back in her heart: "Senior sister, can you go to the back." The wound directly went through the shoulder, whether it was the same from the front or the back. It's always a little embarrassing for her to sit face to face with Wen Qingchou in such a posture. A fire burned in her heart, gradually turning her face red.

Sensing Mu Sheng's embarrassment, Wen Qingchou smiled and replied "yes" gently. The drooping dress overlapped to create a beautiful and bright red, gently swinging by the side. After Wen Qingshou walked around behind him, Mu Sheng couldn't see the expression of Wen Qingshou, but he could still see the dress that brushed his lap from the corner of his vision, and he could still feel the gradually hot palm attached to the wound .

"The spiritual power draws the medicinal power to swim through the Qi veins." A warm and sad voice sounded.

The charming in Mu Sheng's mind was smashed to pieces in an instant, she settled down, and led the medicinal power of the fairy grass to swim among the spirit veins. The spiritual power that had been squeezed out gradually filled up, and after wandering around for a week, it gathered on the shoulders again, using spiritual energy to promote the resurrection of flesh and blood. After the medicinal power in the two celestial grasses was exhausted, two hours had passed.

The wound gradually healed, and the remaining blood was washed away by the water brought by the warmth and sorrow.

The coolness of the water dripped down the skin, and Mu Sheng woke up suddenly from sitting still. She stretched out her hand to wrap up the skirt that had slipped to her shoulders, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Warm and sad, she said slowly: "there are blood stains on the clothes and two holes. They are not suitable for wearing."

Mu Sheng pursed her lips. She took out new clothes from the storage bag and changed into them. Then she turned to look at Wen Qingshou who was fiddled with the medicine residue on the stone platform, and said seriously, "Thank you, Senior Sister Wen."

With a soft smile, she raised her hand to straighten her wrinkled dress, and said, "don't worry about things in Dengwen secret realm. It's still a long time. Let's rest for a night first."

Mu Sheng nodded.

In just one day, she had suffered too much, and she really needed to rest. Moreover, the Wu Dan on his body is not enough, so he has to re-sacrifice a few furnaces.

The night in Dengwen Secret Realm is quiet, at least the cave here is not infested by any monsters.

Those two celestial herbs were extremely powerful and possessed a hypnotic effect. After reluctantly refining the two pills, Mu Sheng covered his lips and yawned. When sleepiness came, she didn't force it. After taking out the soft couch, she fell into it and entered a dream.

Wen Qingchou was meditating on the stone platform opposite, the radiance of the night moon was hanging down along the opening of the cave and the cracks in the wall, and the ground was filled with cold light. Her eyes fell on Mu Sheng's body without moving for a moment, she was really focused. She was already in an adult form when she was born, but she didn't have any memory of the past. There is a feeling in the dark, after breaking through the calamity, I can find those lost things, but it is a pity that the success is on the verge of failure.

After the thunder tribulation, her memory and power were temporarily sealed, and she fell to the place where Mu Sheng was. If it wasn't for Mu Sheng's luck, her recovery speed would not be so fast... and later, Chaos Five in Zhongxue Mountain Qi, the bamboo piano in the auction house... but everything she cares about is related to Mu Sheng. Could it be a coincidence? Looking at Mu Sheng with warmth and worry, she thought carefully, and her eyes couldn't help but become deep.

the next day.

When Mu Sheng woke up, the wound had already healed. There was plenty of inspiration in the spiritual veins, not at all like yesterday's tired state.

"The medicinal power of the immortal herbal medicine is really extraordinary." Mu Sheng stretched his waist, and said with emotion to the warm sorrow beside him.

"You are just a body of gas now, and two celestial grasses are indeed more than enough," said tenderly and sadly.

Mu Sheng frowned, and asked curiously, "What if it's a cave?"

Wen Qingchou tilted her head and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "talking is better than nothing."

After Mu Sheng let out an "ah", he lowered his head and muttered, "Don't you want to enjoy it now?"

Warm and sad: "..." She looked at Mu Sheng amusedly, and asked, "Let's go?"

Mu Sheng nodded, followed Wen Qingshou's footsteps, and suddenly thought of his plan yesterday, hurriedly walked forward a few steps, grabbed Wen Qingshou's cuff and said, "Senior Sister Wen, my pill yesterday has not yet Finished?"

Wen Qingshou turned around, bent her finger and flicked Mu Sheng's forehead, she said: "With me here, I don't need those methods."

This means that you don't need to do it yourself, what kind of leader should you seize? Mu Sheng's eyes lit up suddenly, regardless of whether Wen Qingchou meant that, she decided.

After half an hour.

A group of demonized unicorn beasts galloped across the grassland, like a flood, shaking the ground rumbling. Mu Sheng sat on a branch protruding from a big tree, the pill in his hand was blown away by the wind, and instantly disappeared into the crowd of demons. If the opponent was a monk, they might take some precautions, but this group of low-intelligence monsters couldn't think about so many things. Seeing a group of unicorns in front of them getting dizzy, Mu Sheng cast a sideways glance at Wen Qingshou, put his fingers on the strings, and plucked them lazily.

She doesn't like to tune a piece of music, the strings only make a single "sound" at her fingertips. Countless sound blades turned into sword intents, and there was a group of them at a glance. The cultivation level of these monsters is not high, and the points they can get when they fall into the famous list are not many, but they can't help but have a large number of them. A quarter of an hour later, Mu Sheng put away the piano and jumped down from the tree, his figure was as graceful as a butterfly.

"Senior sister, my elixir is not bad."

Wen Qingchou folded her arms, followed behind Mu Sheng, echoed her words, and said "yes" several times. After a while, she asked again: "Are you going to look for this group of monsters again?"

Mu Sheng shook his head and said, "No." There are countless monks who have entered the secret realm, and most of them will reunite with their companions after a day. These low-level monsters are all whetstones, how many can be left for her? Squinting his eyes at the sun poking out of the clouds, Mu Sheng stretched out his hand and said, "Go to the west." After a pause, he shook his head and said, "No, go to the east." Where did you encounter "big things"?

In this kind of small matter, Wen Qingchou naturally covered Mu Sheng, covering up the strange look in her eyes, she smiled gently and said, "Then let's go."

The Dengwen Secret Realm is not small, it is a world of its own, and the landscape is changeable, just like a small Kyushu. The farther to the east, the more distant the towering, undulating mountains like a dragon, and there is only a large and mighty water swamp left in front of us. The monsters in the water are much more difficult to deal with than the ones on the ground. Although Mu Sheng could use poison pills, she didn't want to destroy the environment of the entire water area for the sake of points. She had to know the places where demons haunted. After the environment changed, it was very likely that even more terrifying evil creatures would be born.

At this moment, a huge crocodile nearly one foot long rolled in the water, splashing a large wave of water. This piece of water became muddy under its stirring, and the tumbling yellow sand spread around in circles. Mu Sheng's toes touched the water surface, and the sound of the piano turned into a blade, leaving scars on the crocodile. However, this crocodile has rough skin and thick flesh, and the scars are not painful to it! Seeing the **** crocodile coming towards the door with its big mouth, Mu Sheng frowned, feeling a little annoyed, turned over the body of the zither, and smashed it hard at the crocodile's head!

Spiritual power wrapped the body of the piano, and this blow was also accompanied by a tyrannical force. With a bang, the crocodile fell completely into the water. Seeing this, Mu Sheng didn't want to give the crocodile a chance to escape, so he simply sank, and the Zhuqin seemed to have turned into a boulder in her hands, and she breathed a sigh of relief until the crocodile's head was completely smashed, I pinched a knife to clean myself.

Wen Qingshou had been watching Mu Sheng fighting with this monster who was almost at the golden core stage, her complexion fluctuated, and after a long time, she thought about it and said, "Why don't you draw your sword?" As a magic weapon of heaven rank, asked The hardness of the bamboo qin itself is indeed hard to match with most magical instruments, but the sword hidden in the qin is even sharper.

Mu Sheng glanced at Wen Qingchou, and replied, "I don't like swords." After the "original body" in the plot was accepted into Jianfeng, nothing good happened. As for her, in addition to being affected by the plot and not wanting to recall those things with a sword, there is also a kind of "rejection" that did not know when.

— She shouldn't have drawn the sword.

Wen Qingchou didn't understand Mu Sheng's thoughts. She turned her eyes and was about to continue to ask, when she heard Mu Sheng say again: "Is magic weapon important? Don't you use a sword?"

After a pause, Mu Sheng laughed again: "Senior sister, don't change your position and lose your sense of proportion just because it's me."

She choked on warmth and worry, and was speechless for a while. Seeing Mu Sheng put the qin back behind her back again, she said again: "The bamboo qin was once a magic weapon, but now it seems that it is a good thing that it has fallen into this state."

"The glory of the past is over, and it won't come back." Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows, with a sly and smug smile, "It's mine now."

There are a lot of monsters in the waters, and after smelling the smell of blood, they rush towards this side, but they seem to be afraid to approach because of the coercion of Mu Sheng and Wen Qingshou. Mu Sheng didn't care about that much, as long as it fell into her eyes, as long as she could deal with it, she would directly go forward to provoke it, and if something happened, the senior sister would take care of it.

The two of them walked forward while cleaning up the monsters. It was not until half a day later that they passed through the **** water. It's just that the timing of their appearance was not too good. There was a large group of people in front of them. At a glance, people from all the major sects of Xuanmen were there, and the demon sect and Yaozu were not absent.

Mu Sheng originally wanted to say hello to Pu Bai and the others, but seeing Meng Yan next to him, he stopped thinking immediately.

According to the protagonist's "broom star" law, as long as Meng Yan appears, it means trouble. Could it be that the big problem in the Dengwen Secret Realm is here? Mu Sheng's heart was full of alarm bells, and she leaned against Wen Qingshou, and she whispered: "There are so many people over there, even if there is something, we can't get it, why don't we go."

She raised her brows warmly and worriedly, hiding the coldness in her eyes, she hooked her lips and said with a smile: "don't you want to see the excitement?"

Mu Sheng shook her head like a rattle, God let her know that the plot must be to avoid danger, not to solve the problem.

Just when Wen Qingchou and Mu Sheng turned around, a sudden change occurred. There was a roar, and a silver wolf suddenly appeared. Like a flash of lightning, it broke through the crowded group of monks, and flashed in front of Mu Sheng and the two of them. Poor little girl of five. Mu Sheng was still in a daze, but the little girl had fallen off Silver Wolf's back and hugged Mu Sheng's leg.

Mu Sheng: "... demon?" She looked at Wen Qingchou helplessly, and hesitated between kicking the demon cub away and picking her up.

Before Wen Qingchou could speak, everyone's eyes fell on Mu Sheng like swords.

"Junior Sister Mu?" A look of joy flashed across Meng Yan's eyes, and he hurriedly said, "That's a demon cub, Junior Sister, don't be deceived by her!"

"Nonsense, this is the cub of my monster clan!" A tall and burly man in the crowd immediately roared at Meng Yan.

Mu Sheng was in a daze, not knowing what was going on for a moment.

Leaving aside whether it's a demon or a monster cub, why are you bothering her?

She frowned warmly and said coldly: "what's going on?"

She is currently the true disciple of Duan Mie Peak of the Tianyan Sect, and it is difficult for others to comment. In the end, Pu Bai raised his sleeves towards Wen Qingshou and saluted: "This little girl is transformed into a mermaid. The monsters in the Dengwen Secret Realm are demonized monsters, so she is also the incarnation of a demon. Just as we are waiting for the mermaid When people started doing it, fellow Taoists from the Demon Court suddenly appeared and said that she was not a demon, but a cub of the Demon Race, who somehow ended up in the Dengwen Secret Realm."

"The demon court has always refused to form an alliance with us. I'm afraid it has already colluded with the Shilemen? This is deliberately tolerating the demons." The monk of the Demon Gate laughed.

"If my Demon Court is really in the company of demons, why do I need to enter the Dengwen Secret Realm?!" A clear roar sounded, and the silver wolf turned into a human form. After reaching out to support her, he barely stood on his feet.

The big man of the Yaozu snorted coldly: "I still suspect that this group of pious monks from Xuanmen will smuggle the cubs of the Yaozu into the secret realm to hunt and kill them!"

…

Mu Sheng stroked her forehead, she lowered her eyes to look at the crying cub, her heart softened slightly. These words strung together in her mind, gradually pointing to a plot in the book: Dengwen's secret realm is connected with the demon court! If this is the case, are the monsters hunted in the secret realm really demonized, or are they all innocent monsters? The more Mu Sheng thought about it, the colder his heart became, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Wen Qingshou didn't respond, she reached out and picked up the cub holding Mu Sheng's legs, and stuffed the whole thing into the hands of the silver wolf beside him.

"...In short, that's how it is." The people present were confused, and Pu Bai didn't know what to say, so he made a conclusion directly. Among the disciples of Tianyanzong who entered the secret realm to experience, Wen Qingchou's cultivation base and status are the highest. If there is anything, it is still based on her words.

"Senior sister Wen?" Mu Sheng turned to look at Wen Qingchou, and also waited for her to make up her mind.

"Could it be possible for the Tianyan Sect to join forces with the Demon Court?" A sarcasm sounded, and the monk seemed to feel that it was not enough, and said, "Yes, if we can join forces with the Demon Sect, what is one more Demon Court?"

Pu Bai looked at the monk who spoke displeasedly, and scolded: "Yang Tianlu!"

Warm and sad lips curled up, eyes fell on Yang Tianlu, and he said slowly: "Who am I? It turned out to be Yue Zhenguan's Daoist Yang, but didn't Yue Zhenguan come with more than 20 people? Why are you the only one left? "

After hearing the words of warmth and sorrow, Yang Tianlu's complexion immediately turned ugly. He couldn't get in touch with his fellow disciples at all. Now that Wen Qingchou and Mu Sheng are standing here, it can only explain that their mission has failed, and they are probably dead. However, this matter is a personal grievance between them and cannot be brought to the table. He snorted coldly, and said again: "The Dengwen Secret Realm has been open for so long, but I have never heard of a demon clan appearing in it. This time, the Tianji Sect is in charge. Let us see what fellow Taoists of the Tianji Sect say!"

The disciples of Tianjimen are also here, headed by Mu Chunlin. When Yang Tianlu dumped the matter on their heads, how could he admit it directly? Mu Chunlin's face sank, and he immediately reprimanded: "Of course, my Tianji Sect will not do that lowly thing that puts the demon clan into a secret realm."

Yang Tianlu said with a smile: "Then Daoist Mu means that it is not a monster clan, but a monster beast?"

Mu Chunlin flicked his sleeves and snorted, but didn't recognize it directly. They are not monsters, and it is difficult to distinguish the breath of monsters, but according to their knowledge, they are all monsters in the Dengwen secret realm!

Someone in the crowd yelled again: "If that's the case, why don't you do it?"

Upon hearing the words, the Yaozu monk immediately became angry, and said with red eyes: "Who dares!"

Seeing that the battle was imminent, Mu Sheng asked helplessly, "Where did this merman first appear?"

Yang Tianlu sneered and said, "Does this have anything to do with it being a demon? Could it be that the Tianyan Sect wants to cover the demon?"

Mu Sheng retorted: "But what if it's really a demon clan? Can you, Yue Zhenguan, take responsibility for offending the demon court?"

Pu Bai nodded and said: "Junior Sister Mu also makes sense." The demon court acts freely and does not associate with Taoism, but at least it is not considered the enemy of Taoism at present, but it is adjacent to Yue Zhenguan because of the boundary , more private hatred. If that person from the Demon Court gets angry and goes to war with Xuanmen, no one can afford the result. Anyway, ever since she met these members of the monster race, they have never taken the initiative to attack, but concentrated on hunting monsters.

Wen Qingshou asked coldly, "where is it?"

Before the Taoist cultivator could answer, the female cultivator from the Demon Court softened her tone and said, "In Dangshanze."

Wen Qingchou gave a "hmm", nodded and said, "go and have a look."

The monks in the Demon Court were very obedient, they gathered together at this moment, and flew towards Dang Shanze as soon as they turned around. Neither the Tianyan Sect nor the Demon Sect made any moves, but both the Tianji Sect and Yang Tianlu made moves to stop them. The scattered starlight is like a galaxy that has been cut open, cutting off the road ahead. The demon cultivators roared angrily, subconsciously wanting to turn into prototypes.

A green light was pulled out from the sleeve of warmth and sorrow, and a little towards the starlight, the long river in front of him collapsed instantly.

After doing this, she didn't hold back, and looked at Yang Tianlu who was rushing forward with his sword drawn, and smiled mockingly. Yang Tianlu's sword glow was vulnerable to a single blow, and his warm and sad hand passed through the sword light, and in the next moment, he strangled Yang Tianlu's neck. After a little effort, he heard a rattling sound.

"Senior Sister Wen, no! He is a disciple of Yue Zhenguan!" Pu Bai's heart seemed to jump out of her throat, and her pupils shrank suddenly when she saw Wen Qingshou's movements.

"Really?" Wen Qingshou shook her hand and threw Yang Tianlu out. Yang Tianlu's complexion was blue and gray, his neck was twisted in an extremely twisted manner, and he had already lost his voice. And in the palm of Wen Qingchou, there is an extra soul of Yang Tianlu, as long as he burns it with spiritual power, Yang Tianlu will be dissipated!

She moved so fast that no one could stop her. The disciples of Tianyanzong remained silent, but the Xuanmen monks and other casual cultivators all looked angry, asking what the meaning of Wen Qingshou's actions were.

"His disciple Yue Zhenguan intercepted and killed me in the Dengwen secret book, so is it wrong for me to kill him?" Wen Qingshou smiled slightly, took Yang Tianlu's Yuan Ling away, left a sentence "eleven", and turned around Go towards Dangshanze.

Mu Sheng followed Wen Qingchou silently and made his attitude clear.

"Why is Senior Sister Wen going so far!" Meng Yan frowned, displeased.

"It's true that Yue Zhenguan and Senior Sister Wen have enmity, but it's hard to say anything." Ling Su said with a faint smile.

Meng Yan was angry and dissatisfied: "The people of Duan Miefeng are really domineering and uncontrollable!" In Tianyan Sect, the peak of swordsmanship should be Linchuan Peak, but Duan Miefeng, a latecomer, has the tendency to overwhelm him.

"Brother Meng, be careful, don't think that others dare not do anything to you just because you are the true biography of Daoist Su Xue." A young sword cultivator with a high ponytail said indifferently. Meng Yan flinched when he heard the words, and then remembered that there are disciples of Duan Mie Peak in the same sect. But after being humiliated, the resentment in his heart couldn't help piling up.

Dangshan Zezhong.

The water mist is vast, and the sky cannot be seen in the dark.

Mu Sheng followed Wen Qingchou, so worried that she didn't even notice when she stopped. He bumped his head against Wen Qingshou's back, and Mu Sheng covered his forehead, but Wen Qingshou didn't look back, and didn't even speak.

A flash of surprise flashed across Mu Sheng's heart, and he was about to ask, when he suddenly sensed a strong anger and murderous intent!