darknovel Chapter 298 Osmanthus Pastry Saves Lives
Chapter 298 Osmanthus Pastry Saves Lives
Mo Chengyue sat quietly to the side and listened.
He secretly admired the women's keen sense of smell.
Ye Wushang's death was like a boulder thrown into a lake.
The previously stalemated balance of power within the Hehuan Sect has been completely shattered.
"The sect competition will resume in a month."
Jin Qiaoqiao leaned down slightly and stared at Mo Chengyue with her bewitching eyes.
"You cunning little brat, don't you plan to try your luck in the ring?"
She was clearly still thinking about making this man successful.
Mo Chengyue waved his hands repeatedly, feigning a look of terror.
"Senior is too kind. With my meager skills, I'd just be a sitting duck."
"The grand competition is a matter for the prodigies under the various peak masters."
"I just want to stay on Qingquan Peak and serve my master and all the senior sisters well."
"I enjoy this life of ease and comfort, why should I go out and suffer like that?"
He brought the spirit of Gou Dao to its extreme.
He spoke with such confidence and without the slightest shame.
Lin Miaoyin was amused by his pathetic appearance.
"You make being a kept man sound so elegant and refined."
"But this is for the best, so that if you get beaten to death outside, I won't have to go and collect your body."
She was sharp-tongued, but her eyes revealed a hint of indulgence.
Qin Wanzhuang looked at his shameless behavior.
I couldn't resist reaching out and flicking his forehead.
"Don't go to the Scripture Pavilion tomorrow; stay on the peak and practice your swordsmanship."
"Your Rain Flower Sword Technique is even uglier than the clumsy punches of an outer disciple."
The second senior sister's tone was stern, but her movements were surprisingly gentle.
"I will diligently practice in accordance with my second senior sister's instructions."
Mo Chengyue rubbed his forehead, which didn't hurt, and nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Whether or not we'll practice swordsmanship tomorrow is another matter entirely.
The most urgent task is to get through tonight's trap.
He has a grand plan in mind.
Whether it's Ye Wushang's death or the upcoming re-election of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter.
All of this was merely the best cover for him to hide behind the scenes and develop rapidly.
He only needs to understand the formations in the Feather Scripture.
They firmly attached these powerful shields to their own war machine.
No matter how strong the storms outside are, they cannot overturn his safe haven, which is as stable as Mount Tai.
The moonlight outside the window spilled like water onto the steps of the Iron Tree Pavilion.
Mo Chengyue leaned back on the soft couch covered with animal skins.
Three distinct yet equally captivating body scents lingered around my nose.
After listening to Qin Wanzhuang's words, Jin Qiaoqiao held the jade cup and gently swirled it twice. The spiritual wine in the cup reflected the naturally eerie golden glow at the corner of her eyes.
"What Senior Sister Qin said is quite apt."
"However, the most interesting thing about your human sects is that even though a group of people secretly want to take it, they still have to say respectable things like restoring dignity."
Qin Wanzhuang glanced at her, her fingers lightly resting on the scabbard.
"Don't the demons rob them?"
Jin Qiaoqiao gave a soft hum, leaning back lazily in her chair. Her dark gold dress draped over her waist, giving her an air of haughty glamour.
"Of course, the demon race also steals."
"It's just that when we're robbing someone, we usually put it more bluntly."
"For example, if I want your mountain, and you don't give it up, I'll fight until you do."
Lin Miaoyin rested her chin on her hand, her purplish-red gauze sleeves sliding down to her wrists, revealing a section of her smooth, lustrous arm.
"How rude."
"No wonder your Peacock Clan has been targeted by the Roc Clan all these years."
Jin Qiaoqiao narrowed her phoenix eyes and twirled the rim of the cup halfway around her fingertips.
"Lin Miaoyin, you've only just stepped down, and you're already in a hurry to make fun of this princess?"
Lin Miaoyin blinked and parted her red lips slightly.
"I'm just worried about you."
"You, a powerful demon from another race, living on Clear Spring Peak, how will you live with Mo Lang in the future if you don't learn these roundabout rules of the human race?"
Mo Chengyue had just brought the wine cup to his lips when he heard those words and almost choked on the spirit wine.
He coughed several times, forcibly trying to maintain his honest demeanor.
"Senior Sister Lin, please be careful what you say."
"Senior is only staying at Qingquan Peak temporarily to recuperate from his injuries; I merely helped build a house for him."
There's nothing complicated about it.
Jin Qiaoqiao slowly looked at him.
"No complicated relationship?"
Mo Chengyue immediately put the wine cup back on the table, his attitude as upright as a servant disciple waiting to be scolded in the library.
"have."
"Senior, you are of noble status and have profound cultivation. It is a blessing for Qingquan Peak that you are willing to live next to my dilapidated bamboo forest. It is also a blessing from my ancestral grave, Mo Chengyue."
Qin Wanzhuang frowned.
"Glib-tongued."
Lin Miaoyin covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
"He's like that with everyone."
"Even though he was terrified, he managed to coax everyone into not drawing their swords for the time being."
Jin Qiaoqiao put the cup on the table.
"temporary?"
Lin Miaoyin touched the rim of the cup with her fingertip.
"If you want to pull it out now, it's not impossible."
"But this attic is your own; if it's broken, you'll have to make him fix it."
Jin Qiaoqiao looked at Mo Chengyue.
"Can you fix it?"
Mo Chengyue immediately shook his head.
"Won't."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at him coldly.
"Wasn't it fixed pretty quickly last night?"
Mo Chengyue wore a bitter expression.
"Senior sister, that's not cultivation, that's being forced to be a beast of burden."
"I almost broke my back last night from moving the ironwood tree, and today I still have to go to the library to copy the jade slips."
"If I hadn't been so lucky, I would be lying at the door now, waiting for Wenren Ji to collect my corpse."
A low voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"I won't accept it."
The people inside the room turned their heads at the same time.
Wenren Ji stood at the door, holding an ancient sword that was longer than himself, his old sect robes clinging lightly to his thin shoulders and back in the night breeze.
When Mo Chengyue saw him, it was like seeing a lifeline.
"Junior brother, you've come at the perfect time."
"Come in and sit down, your senior brother will pour you some tea."
Wenren Ji glanced around at the three women in the room, each with a different aura, his bangs covering half his face.
"No entry."
"Danger."
Qin Wanzhuang glanced at him.
"What are you doing standing at the door?"
Wenren Ji held up the paper package in his arms.
"Given by my master."
"If Third Senior Brother is still alive, let him have some."
Mo Chengyue was so moved that he almost recognized his master as his second parent on the spot.
"My master still loves me after all."
Wenren Ji placed the paper package on the threshold.
She also said...
"If you don't survive, then let the eldest brother eat you."
Mo Chengyue's emotion was abruptly cut short.
Lin Miaoyin laughed, her shoulders swaying slightly, her purplish-red gauze dress gleaming softly under the lamplight.
"The sect relationship at Qingquan Peak is really interesting."
Jin Qiaoqiao rested her chin on her hand, enjoying the spectacle.
"Mo Chengyue, it seems your status at Qingquan Peak is even lower than I thought."
Qin Wanzhuang got up, walked to the door, and brought the paper package inside.
"It's osmanthus pastry."
Wenren Ji stood outside the door and added a sentence.
"And barbecue."
Mo Chengyue immediately perked up.
"My master understands me."
Wenren Ji looked at him.
"Master said that you've been provoking too many people lately, and he's worried that you might get your legs broken one day, so he's giving you some extra support in advance."
Mo Chengyue's simple smile faltered.
"There's no need to relay this so completely."
Qin Wanzhuang placed the paper package on the table, and after opening it, she revealed several exquisitely shaped osmanthus pastries and roasted meat wrapped in lotus leaves.
Lin Miaoyin picked up a piece of osmanthus pastry and examined it for a moment.
"This craftsmanship doesn't resemble that of the kitchen at Qingquanfeng."
Qin Wanzhuang said, "Master made it himself."
Lin Miaoyin raised an eyebrow.
"Peak Master Yan can also make pastries?"
Mo Chengyue picked up a piece of roasted meat, took a bite, and mumbled, "Master knows a lot of things."
"She just finds it troublesome."
Jin Qiaoqiao picked up a piece of osmanthus pastry, took a small bite, and then a hint of surprise appeared in her phoenix eyes.
"The taste is acceptable."
Qin Wanzhuang looked at her.
"Don't waste it."