The cemetery of the Nine Skies Sect is hidden among the mountains. It is surrounded by pines and green cypresses, stretching into a forest, and the shadows of the trees are solemn. Each stone tablet stands in the wind, with carved on it. Nine Skies Sect's names are the names of the sages of the past generations. In the center of the cemetery stands a white jade statue, holding a long sword with a majestic posture. It is Jiuchen, the founder of the Nine Skies Sect.
A new tombstone was erected in the cemetery. It belongs to Jin Buhuan.
Lin Qingyang, Mo Yan, and Xue Lanyuan stood in front of the tombstone, all with sad expressions. Paper money was burning in front of the tombstone. A gust of wind swept by, and the smoke brought by it made people want to cry. Behind them, several disciples of Golden Spirit Court were wiping their tears and crying softly.
Lin Qingyang blinked hard, turned around and walked to the side of the tree to rub his eyes. After a while, Mo Yan also came over. He looked tense and his eyes were a little red. The two looked at each other and said nothing for a while.
After standing for a while, Mo Yan regained his composure and talked about Golden Spirit Court's future arrangements. Lin Qingyang was not in the mood to care about it now, so he asked him to find a reliable disciple to take over first.
"By the way, Golden Spirit Court's disciple came to report that several Spirit Bird were lost in the past few days." Mo Yan said.
"Maybe some Demon Slave is greedy." Lin Qingyang said nonchalantly.
Mo Yan frowned and looked at Lin Qingyang suspiciously.
"What are you looking at me for?" Lin Qingyang said speechlessly, "A-Qi has been injured and lying on the bed these days. It can't be him."
Mo Yan nodded without saying anything, and then saw Lin Qingyang looking at him with raised eyebrows.
Mo Yan paused and said, "Hong Ling can't beat Spirit Bird."
"Yes." Lin Qingyang nodded, then thought of something and asked, "Why haven't you seen your little fox in the past few days? He usually looks like a pendant."
Mo Yan's face darkened and he said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just taking him in temporarily."
Lin Qingyang gave him a strange look and didn't ask any more questions.
Not far away, Xue Lanyuan was squatting in front of the tombstone, still burning paper money. Lin Qingyang watched quietly. When the paper money was almost burned, she took out several more blue-cover books, threw them into the fire one by one, and continued to burn.
Lin Qingyang was a little strange, and then he heard Xue Lanyuan whispering in a low voice while burning, "Elder Jin, these are all the scripts you have not finished before. I will burn them all for you. Don't be idle when you get there. Keep writing. After you finish, you can tell me in your dream."
Lin Qingyang was shocked when he heard that, and the Windflower Sword in his hand also shook. He couldn't help but sigh, "Awesome, this is the first time I've seen someone urging updates like this."
Lin Qingyang walked forward with some curiosity and glanced at the storybook. The cover said "Elegance Pornographic Records".
"This is written by Jin Buhuan? The name doesn't look like a serious book." Lin Qingyang said in surprise.
Xue Lanyuan looked up at him and said in surprise, "Don't you know?"
"Should I know?" Lin Qingyang asked.
Mo Yan walked forward with a dark face and said, "I'm going to the grave, what do you mean when you take this out?"
"You also know this book?" Lin Qingyang asked in surprise.
Mo Yan looked a little embarrassed and didn't say anything. Lin Qingyang was more curious now. He picked up a book on the ground that hadn't been burned yet, opened it casually, and saw a few lines of descriptions that he couldn't bear to look at.
"I'm just saying it's not a serious book." Lin Qingyang laughed, reading with gusto, "I never expected that Jin Buhuan, looking so polite, would actually write pornographic stories in private, about shemale love, it's such a big scale, my God, there are two men!"
Mo Yan and Xue Lanyuan next to him both looked at him without saying a word. Lin Qingyang looked at him for a while, but his expression slowly started to look wrong.
"Okay, stop reading." Mo Yan started to take away the book.
Lin Qingyang dodged away, frowned and continued to flip through the pages. The Lin Lang and Wolf Demon written in this book seemed more and more familiar the more they read.
Windflower Sword, who had been watching closely, said it clearly, "Isn't this about you and A-Qi!"
Lin Qingyang instantly blushed from his face to his neck, and finally turned green with anger. He held up the book and stared at the guilty two people. "You have all read this book!"
Xue Lanyuan said nothing. Mo Yan coughed slightly and said, "I haven't read it. I confiscated several copies from my disciples before."
Lin Qingyang looked at the disciples behind him. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
"Nine Skies Sect has seen it all, right?" Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth.
Xue Lanyuan said seriously, "How is it possible? This is the best-selling storybook in the Xianxia world now, and people from other sects have also read it."
"Is it still selling well?" Lin Qingyang laughed angrily.
"At first it was only fifty Spirit Stone per copy, but later the supply outstripped demand and sold for more than one hundred. Now it's out of print, so I'm afraid it's even more expensive." Xue Lanyuan said with some regret.
"Stop talking!" Mo Yan winked at Xue Lanyuan, then looked at Lin Qingyang, who was almost furious.
Just as he was about to give some advice, Lin Qingyang suddenly jumped up and was about to rush towards the tombstone. Mo Yan and several disciples quickly stepped forward to hold him back.
"Jin Buhuan, it's your uncle's fault! It's all my fault for making money!" Lin Qingyang yelled, kicking and kicking the tombstone in the air.
"Forget it, everyone is dead, so don't worry about it." Mo Yan persuaded the person.
"I regard him as my brother, but he spreads disgraceful rumors about me! Where did all those nonsense rumors come from! Don't stop me! I'm going to tear him down!" Lin Qingyang cursed and was dragged away by Mo Yan and several disciples.
Xue Lanyuan blinked, then turned back and continued burning the book, muttering, "Don't worry about him, just write quickly over there."
In the Clear Wind Pavilion's kitchen, Qi Mo was chopping and cooking vegetables neatly, holding an iron pot with one hand and flipping a spoon skillfully. As hot oil was poured in, a burst of flames erupted. A spicy and fragrant smell wafted out.
Feng Yi, who was standing outside the door, smelled it and asked curiously, "What is he doing? It smells so good."
Feng Shu next to him rolled his eyes and said, "Master was very sick when he was here, but now he is full of life. I think he just wants to find an excuse to stay in Master's room."
"Speaking of which, he has been living in Master's room since he came back from Liuxian Island. You said he and Master wouldn't be together anymore..." Feng Yi muttered in a low voice.
"What are you talking about? Who is Master? How could he do such a thing?" Feng Shu said, but his tone was a little uncertain.
Feng Yi said, "What's impossible? Master doesn't look very serious."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at by Feng Shu.
Feng Yi was a little unconvinced and said, "I'm not talking nonsense. Master has slept in the same bed with someone before. I think he might really become our mistress in the future."
"Stop saying a few words!" Feng Shu cursed in a low voice.
In the kitchen, Qi Mo put the prepared meals into the food box and carried them out. When Feng Shu saw him, he immediately grimaced, frowning and looking unhappy.
Qi Mo glanced at him, then looked at Feng Yi next to him who had a gossipy face.
"There's more in the pot," he said lightly, then picked up the food box and left.
"Who wants to eat what you cook?" Feng Shu snorted disdainfully. He turned around and saw that Feng Yi had already run into the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot. He felt dizzy.