Darkness shrouded the land, and cold winds blew everywhere.
Halfway up Mount Hua, the Third Holy Mother sat on the doorstep with her hands on her cheeks. Her mind kept replaying Jun Yi's face and his gentle words of love. She looked up at the dark sky, her beautiful eyes full of conflict.
"Your Highness, are you thinking about that gentleman?"
Suddenly, Zhao Xia's voice came from behind her. The Third Holy Mother turned around and rolled her eyes. "Zhao Xia, do you really think that the heavenly rules can't be violated?"
"… Your Highness, Zhao Xia doesn't know!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Xia's face turned pale. She hurriedly knelt on the ground, her delicate face full of panic. She didn't dare to continue the conversation.
Hearing this, the Third Holy Mother felt bitter.
"A thousand years ago, my mother violated the heavenly rules and was imprisoned under Peach Mountain. But she told me that she never regretted it. My brother tried his best to fight against fate, but the heavenly court was merciless. My mother still ended up dead."
At this moment, Zhao Xia knelt on the ground, trembling in fear after hearing the Third Holy Mother's taboo words.
"I've guarded Mount Hua for nearly a thousand years. The weather was good, and the crops were plentiful …"
As she spoke, the Third Holy Mother couldn't help but think of the people in the secular world who came to the Xiyue Temple to worship. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of confusion.
"Now, I vaguely understand the meaning of my mother's words."
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Early in the morning, the Golden Crow rose from the east. The sky was blue and clear.
Warm sunlight poured in through the cracks in the window into the exquisite and tidy bamboo house.
At this moment, Mu Qingxiao was half-lying on the bed.
On the edge of the bed sat a beautiful woman. She was holding a bowl of medicine in her hand. Her pink lips parted slightly as she gently fed him the medicine.
Seeing him finish the medicine, the Third Holy Mother smiled gently. "The medicine isn't bitter, right?"
"It's not bitter. Compared to the medicine left in my mouth yesterday, today's medicine is very sweet." Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao stared at her with his starry eyes. His voice was clear.
As soon as she finished speaking, the Third Holy Mother's pretty face flushed red.
Yesterday's decoction was cooked by Zhao Xia, but today she cooked it herself. Hearing his praise, she couldn't help but feel happy.
Seeing the smile on her face, Mu Qingxiao reached out her right hand and gently held her lily-white hand. "Chan 'er …"
"Young Master Mu, I haven't thought about it yet. Have a good rest."
As she spoke, the Third Holy Mother blushed. She slapped his hand away in a panic and ran out of the bamboo house with the bowl and ladle.
A smile appeared on Mu Qingxiao's face when she saw this.
Mu Qingxiao seemed to have resolved the knot in her heart. Today, she actually brewed medicine for him. He guessed that she already had him in her heart. The Third Holy Mother was a blank slate when it came to matters of the heart. Mu Qingxiao was relatively relaxed.
If he had to face someone like the Queen Mother of the West, who was countless times stronger than him, he would feel an indescribable pressure just by standing in front of her. However, the Holy Mother was different …
The next morning, the Third Holy Mother came to the bamboo house at the same time as yesterday. When she looked at Mu Qingxiao, her beautiful eyes were incomparably gentle.
"Young Master Mu, it's time to drink the medicine. Your body is weak. After a few days of recuperation, you'll completely recover."
Outside the bamboo house, Zhao Xia could hear sweet laughter from time to time. She clutched her skirt and finally sighed deeply. The Holy Mother looked like this. She probably fell in love with this mortal, right?
After thinking about it, Zhao Xia shook her head slightly. She turned into a beam of light and entered the statue in the Western Mountain Temple.
Sensing that Zhao Xia had left, Mu Qingxiao reached out and grabbed the Third Holy Mother's lily-white hand.
This time, the Third Holy Mother's pretty face was flushed. She subconsciously twitched, but when she saw that he was holding her hand tightly, she stopped struggling.
Seeing this, Mu Qingxiao slowly reached out his left hand and gently grabbed her slender waist. With a gentle tug, he pulled her soft body into his embrace.
The Third Holy Mother cried out in surprise. She placed her lily-white hand on his chest. Her heart was beating like a drum.
Seeing him gently looking at her, her heart was filled with sweetness. She obediently leaned into his embrace.
Holding the beauty in his arms, Mu Qingxiao buried his face in her hair and smelled her alluring fragrance.
"Chan 'er, other than Zhao Xia's maid, do you have any relatives at home?"
"I have an older brother who is making a living outside. He's very far from Mount Hua."
Mu Qingxiao hugged her tightly. Naturally, he knew that the older brother she was talking about was Immortal Erlang, Yang Jian, of the Heavenly Court.
"Then how should I tell Big Brother that I want to marry Chan 'er?"
The Third Holy Mother's beautiful eyes were watery. She was immediately moved by Mu Qingxiao's sincerity. She raised her head and said gently, "Dear Mu, Big Brother is very far from here. It's not convenient for him to come back for now. You can tell him later …"
"Chan 'er, you're so beautiful."
Instantly, the Third Holy Mother smiled sweetly. Her heart was both shy and satisfied.
Seeing this, Mu Qingxiao gradually lowered his body. Their cheeks were getting closer and closer until they could feel each other's breath.
However, just as Mu Qingxiao was about to kiss her, the Third Holy Mother frowned. She looked towards the Xiyue Temple and said, "Dear Mu, I have some matters to attend to. I need to go out for a while."
Mu Qingxiao's expression froze. However, he recovered in the blink of an eye and said, "Go."
"Okay."
Nodding slightly, the Third Holy Mother turned around and left the bamboo house. She then turned into a beam of light and entered the Xiyue Temple.
Inside the bamboo house, Mu Qingxiao closed his starry eyes. His immortal soul silently expanded and enveloped the entire Mount Hua.
In an instant, all the scenes were reflected in his mind.
"It seems like my actions aren't enough to create a butterfly effect in this world."
In Mu Qingxiao's mind, there was a handsome young man wearing a green robe carrying a basket of books on his back. He was walking along the rugged mountain path towards the Xiyue Temple halfway up Mount Hua.
This person was none other than Liu Yanchang, who he met in Huayin City the other day.
The scenery of Mount Hua was beautiful. The trees were lush, and the Xiyue Temple was partly hidden in the fog.
Half an hour later, as Liu Yanchang arrived at the halfway point of the mountain, the Xiyue Temple that was hidden in the fog gradually became clearer. It was as if the clouds had parted to reveal the blue sky.
Liu Yanchang was wearing a green robe. He held a book in his hand and carried a basket of books on his back. His long hair was tied up with a green ribbon. His temperament was elegant as he slowly walked towards the Xiyue Temple.
In Huayin City, he heard that the Third Holy Mother was very effective. This time, he went to the temple to ask for a lot and asked for directions.
Liu Yanchang stepped over the threshold and walked into the temple. He raised his head and looked at the statue of the Third Holy Mother on the altar. He couldn't help but feel deep veneration. However, his heart was pounding and he was a little dazed.
At this moment, Liu Yanchang felt that the statue of the woman in front of him was the most beautiful woman in the world. If the Third Holy Mother was in person, how beautiful would she be?
If he could have sex with such a woman, even if he died, it would be worth it.
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