Liu Yanchang's eyes burned with desire as he stared at the peerlessly beautiful and dignified Third Holy Mother on the altar. He had long forgotten about his wife who had been waiting for him in the Liujia Village.
In fact, Liu Yanchang was already married, and his first wife was in the Liujia Village.
His family was poor and naturally did not have the money to bring his wife along on this trip to the capital.
Liu Yanchang stared lustfully at the statue of the Third Holy Mother. Little did he know that two beautiful figures were staring at him from the Snow Reflection Palace.
"Holy Mother, this poor scholar is really rude. How dare he blaspheme the gods? Zhao Xia will drive him out."
Zhao Xia glanced at Liu Yanchang with disgust.
Although she was a little worried that the Third Holy Mother would end up with Mu Qingxiao, compared to Mu Qingxiao's elegance, this pervert's undisguised gaze was simply too disgusting.
"Forget it. He's just a mortal. There's no need to pay attention to him."
Glancing at Liu Yanchang, the Third Holy Mother was very displeased. She had never met a mortal who made her feel so disgusted.
However, she was a god in heaven and naturally did not want to bicker with a mortal. She only wanted him to draw lots and make a wish as soon as possible. It would be best if he could leave immediately.
About ten minutes later, Liu Yanchang had forgotten his original purpose of coming to the Xiyue Temple. He had originally come to draw lots, but now he was no longer in the mood.
Reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, Liu Yanchang looked around and saw that someone had left a poem on the left wall. His eyes lit up and he suddenly had an idea.
His gaze swept across the Xiyue Temple, and he happened to see that there was still some space on the right wall. He put down the book basket on his back and took out the brush and ink. After grinding the ink, he began to scribble on the wall.
After leaving the poem, Liu Yanchang looked back at the statue of the Third Holy Mother. He put away the brush and ink, carried the basket on his back, and walked down Mount Hua.
The Third Holy Mother and Zhao Xia looked at each other when they saw that Liu Yanchang had left a poem on the wall instead of drawing lots.
After Liu Yanchang left, two brilliant balls of light flew out of the statue and two beautiful figures appeared in the Xiyue Temple.
Zhao Xia landed on the ground and walked over to the wall to take a look. The poem on the wall came into view.
Red Green Green One God,
Made of clay, wood, gold.
There was still some air in his throat.
Fit to share the same bed and quilt.
After reading the poem on the wall, Zhao Xia's face turned red. a cold murderous intent. That bastard just now had actually left such a disgusting limerick.
Furthermore, the poem did not have a trace of rhyme, which showed how mediocre his talent was.
Looking back at the flamboyant poem on the left side of the wall, Zhao Xia shook her head. The difference was not small at all.
Beside him, the Third Holy Mother frowned slightly. She glanced at the poem on the wall and said with a gloomy face, "Morning glow, wipe it away."
.........
Zhao Xia replied, then waved her sleeve. Immortal magic surged, and the words on the wall disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
............... Zhao Third, Lady.................................... re.
The Third Saintess felt very uncomfortable as well. This was blatant flirting with her. How could she tolerate this kind of behavior?
Immediately, the two women turned into rainbows and flew in the direction Liu Yanchang had left.
After the two women left, the space distorted slightly. Mu Qingxiao's figure appeared in the Xiyue Temple. She looked at the empty wall on the right with a smile on her face.
It seemed that the plot had not deviated. Next, the Holy Mother used a spell to make Liu Yanchang faint. However, she was soft-hearted and saved him.
The Holy Mother had been lonely for thousands of years. Liu Yanchang was also married. It was easy for him to deal with such a naive little girl.
In the end, Erlang Immortal Yang Jian learned the reason. He was furious and had to suppress the Holy Mother under Mount Hua.
After that, Liu Yanchang, a poor guy, naturally could not be in high school. After he failed the exam and returned to his hometown, he could only live on paper lanterns.
Under such circumstances, if a scholar had a bit of ability, as long as they had a bit of brains, no matter how bad they were, they could still write for others or sell paintings. However, this guy actually went home to make paper lanterns. There was simply a hole in his brain.
Most importantly, the Holy Mother was this guy's concubine.
Thinking of this, Mu Qingxiao completely understood Yang Jian's thoughts. His sister was the high and mighty Holy Mother. How could she be kidnapped by this kind of person and become his concubine?
If he were Yang Jian, he would not be as simple as scaring Liu Yanchang.
Mu Qingxiao naturally could not blame others when it came to relationships. However, Liu Yanchang was just an ordinary man. If he were an ordinary man, he would be the kind of man who fooled around with a wife.
There was no comparison between the two.
Now that the Holy Mother was his woman, if Liu Yanchang dared to do anything bad, Mu Qingxiao would not mind sending him to hell.
After coming to his senses, Mu Qingxiao hid his aura and turned into a sword light. He followed the Holy Mother and Zhao Xia. He wanted to see how Liu Yanchang could escape.
Liu Yanchang was just an ordinary man. He went down the mountain very slowly. The Holy Mother and Zhao Xia caught up with him in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Liu Yanchang had just reached the foot of the mountain. He carried his basket and was about to leave along the winding road.
Up in the sky, the Holy Mother glanced at Liu Yanchang coldly. She raised her slender hand and immortal energy surged. The originally cloudless sky was suddenly covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.
In an instant, the dark clouds covered the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder roared. The entire sky darkened in an instant.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! "
Thunder roared in the sky. On the ground, Liu Yanchang was so frightened by the sudden thunder that his body trembled. He was almost scared out of his wits.
"This … Didn't it just rain the day before yesterday? Why is it raining again?"
Liu Yanchang's face was pale. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. Clearly, he was so frightened by the thunder that he stuttered when he spoke.
The muffled sound of thunder continued. In the next second, the wind howled and the rain poured down. The raindrops hit Liu Yanchang's face so hard that his cheeks hurt.
Suddenly, Liu Yanchang looked like a drowned rat. He was battered and exhausted. His previous handsome appearance was nowhere to be seen.
Raindrops as big as beans hit his face in the fierce wind and torrential rain. He was stunned. The rain grew heavier and heavier, blurring his vision.
The strong wind blew, blowing him left and right. Liu Yanchang's thin body was like a candle in the wind, swaying non-stop.
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PS: Legend has it that Liu Yanchang had a first wife. When Chen Xiang committed the crime, Liu Yanchang's first wife's son took the blame for him.
Moreover, during the twenty years that the Holy Mother was trapped under the mountain, Liu Yanchang lived with his first wife and first wife's son.
No one was interested in Liu Yanchang's lousy talent, so he could only go home and make paper lanterns to survive.
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