Morning Star

Chapter 387 Hey, hey, little beauty

Yes, isn't it because of the huge advantage of being able to quickly improve cultivation that more people are willing to eat it? Rapidly improving cultivation is only a superficial function. In fact, this is exactly the means Mo Hengsong uses to control them.

Those who took the Yuxin Pill probably didn’t know that they had been controlled by Mo Hengsong unknowingly.

But immediately another question came up: "But how does Mo Hengsong control them? Why do they listen to Mo Hengsong instead of anyone else? Is it because the elixir was given by Mo Hengsong?"

Mo Xinglan shook his head: "According to my guess, there should be two possibilities. The first one is that the Yuxin Pill is the Zimu Pill."

"Mother-child pill?" Chujiu thought about it, his eyes flashing, "Could it be that, um... like a kind of Gu, mother-child Gu? The kind where the one who is infected with the child Gu will be controlled by the mother Gu?"

"...Jiuer also knows about Gu?" He was stunned.

Chujiu scratched his head awkwardly: "I don't understand, I just know it from reading a storybook or something. I don't know if it's true or not."

Mo Xinglan smiled helplessly and said, "It seems that you haven't seen it in vain."

"Hehe." She smiled proudly, "What about the second one?"

"Through some spiritual weapon."

As he spoke, his brows knitted slightly. "If every pill contains my blood, then that spiritual weapon should also be maintained by my blood. And Mo Hengsong controls them by controlling this spiritual weapon."

"If there really is such a spiritual weapon, and that spiritual weapon has your blood in it, can it recognize you as its master? In this way, you can destroy Mo Hengsong's control over them." Chujiu thought it was feasible. After all, dripping blood to recognize the master is suitable for any spiritual weapon.

Mo Xinglan didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this: "Who told you that all spiritual weapons recognize their masters by dripping blood?"

"No, isn't it?" she wondered.

He sighed, raised his hand and tapped her forehead: "Did Lingyun Whip bleed when it recognized you as its master?"

"Huh?" She blinked twice. It seemed so, but there was no blood.

"What if we just destroy the spiritual weapon?" She thought of another idea.

Mo Xinglan thought: "It should be possible, but it is only a temporary solution. If another spiritual weapon with the same function appears, they will also be controlled."

After hearing this, Chujiu sighed and pouted, saying softly, "This won't work, and that won't work. We can't just kill everyone who ate the Yuxin Pill, right?"

Mo Xinglan smiled helplessly and rubbed her head: "I'll think of a way."

It's not impossible to kill them all, but if he really did that, she might be afraid of him again, or get angry.

After hearing what Mo Xinglan said, Chujiu stopped thinking about it. After all, she knew almost nothing about pharmacology.

"What about the Jade Spirit Pill? What's its use?"

"The medicine that heals injuries can also control people."

"In addition to its medicinal effects, it can control people just like the Yuxin Pill. Then why did Mo Hengsong ask people to refine the Yuling Pill? Isn't this a waste of effort?" Chujiu couldn't understand Mo Hengsong's train of thought.

Mo Xinglan shook his head disapprovingly: "Some people are stubborn and don't want to take shortcuts by relying on panaceas. They prefer to explore and move forward on their own."

"Oh I see."

Therefore, those who are unwilling to take shortcuts will inevitably get injured. When they are injured, taking a Jade Spirit Pill can heal the wound quickly. How convenient.

She sighed and said, "Mo Hengsong is such a dog. He doesn't even let this go."

Mo Xinglan pursed her lips and smiled softly, her eyes doting.

Afterwards, Mo Xinglan told the Chu family and the Mo family the news about the Yuxin Pill and the Yuling Pill.

After hearing the news, the disciples of the Chu family secretly thanked themselves for not eating that thing. Some of them used to envy those families who could get the Yuxin Pill, but now they don't envy them at all, but sympathize with them instead.

After everyone recovered from their injuries, they naturally practiced diligently, striving to avenge their family, young master, and former lord on the battlefield three months later, and kill more demon-hunting soldiers.

This period of time happens to be the Spring Festival. In the past, people would have visited relatives and friends, but now, let alone visiting relatives and friends, I am afraid that people have forgotten that it is still the first month of the lunar year.

However, the Mohist Army and the Chu Family Army do not have many relatives or friends to leave. If they want to leave, it is not impossible for the Chu Family Army to visit the Mohist Army or for the Mohist Army to visit the Chu Family Army.

It is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the last day of the Spring Festival. Except for one person, no one remembered that today is the Lantern Festival because everyone is busy practicing.

Chujiu, who was sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, originally wanted to practice, but he couldn't calm down at all.

She was homesick again. She missed her parents, Chu Xiaoshi, and Uncle Xiao and Aunt Xiao.

I can't help but think back to this day last year when I ate glutinous rice dumplings with my parents, and played games on my phone with a few classmates. It was so noisy and lively.

So many things happened this year, so many that it felt like several years had passed. When she thought back on last year, it seemed like so long ago.

Sometimes she even felt that the nearly twenty years of ordinary life on Earth were a dream, and this world where the strong were respected and human life was as cheap as grass and trees was the reality.

Chujiu rested his hands on the table, supported his chin, looked at the setting sun, and sighed sadly. He then turned his head to look at the lake below the pavilion.

A cool full moon dances along with the shallow ripples on the lake.

On the night of her birthday, the lake was filled with river lanterns, shining brightly and beautifully. It was the best gift she had ever received since she was a child.

Thinking of this, a happy smile appeared on her lips, but it quickly drooped again.

Ever since the injury healed, the stars have become busy and can only be seen at night when I go to bed.

She knew he had his own things to do, so she didn't ask him the reason, nor did she bother him or make trouble. She had been practicing on her own since he left.

Today he left early as usual, but she couldn't calm down to practice. Only Shi Yuan was by her side.

Maybe she was being too sentimental. At this moment, she missed him so much.

She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them he would be there.

But he didn't show up until I opened my eyes and the sun was about to set.

She sighed for who knows how many times, her face filled with worry.

"Madam, are you worried about something?" Shi Yuan, who was standing beside her, could see that she was in a low mood.

"Yes, but it's not important." She sighed as she watched the setting sun.

At this juncture, none of her emotions mattered.

"Bring me some wine."

Get drunk and take a nap, you'll feel better when you wake up.

"You want to drink?" Shi Yuan was stunned, then he remembered something and reminded, "The Lord will be angry if he finds out."

Chujiu was a little unhappy when he heard this: "I drink mine, what does it have to do with him? Just go get it for me, get the best, get more, if he asks I will say it was me who got it. Go quickly."

She stood up and pushed on the stone edge to urge him on.

"..."

Shi Yuan hesitated for a moment but couldn't persuade Chujiu, so he had to go get the wine.

After a while, Shi Yuan took a bunch of wine and put it on the table and reminded: "Madam, I brought you the wine. These are the best wines in the Demon Palace, but don't drink too much. I heard that this wine has a strong aftereffect."

"I know, I know. Just go and do your thing. You have things to do, don't you? Go ahead. I know my limits."

Chujiu thought she was nagging and urged her to leave.

Shi Yuan had no choice but to repeatedly remind her not to drink too much, and left under Chujiu's impatient urging.

After Shiyuan left, Chujiu returned to the pavilion and tasted the wine.

She actually didn't know much about wine, but she could still taste the difference just by tasting it.

She poured two glasses, holding one in each hand.

"clang!"

The two glasses clinked together, and then she drank the wine in both glasses in one gulp.

At first I drank from a cup, but later I drank directly from the jug.

Under the moonlight, our shadows and I make three, how wonderful it is.

……

Mo Xinglan went to Hualing for business today, so he left early in the morning and came back so late.

Although the nights in early spring are not as cold as those in winter, the breeze blowing on your face is still accompanied by a hint of coolness.

He was dressed in black, carrying the coolness of the night, and his whole body was filled with a solemn and murderous aura that had not yet completely dissipated.

If you look closely you'll notice a few drops of blood on him.

When I arrived at the bedroom, I found from a distance that there was no light in the room and it was dark.

Feeling a little lonely, I turned around and looked up at the moon that was about to become full in the night sky.

She might have fallen asleep. It would be better for him not to go in wearing this outfit, so as not to scare her.

So he turned sideways and went to the bathroom.

After washing, she changed into a plain white robe, which was tied up with a belt around her waist. Her long black hair was scattered on her body, and her temperament was completely different from before.

As soon as I raised my hand at the bedroom door, I realized something was wrong.

There was no one in the house.

I pushed the door open and walked in, waved my hand to turn on the light, and found that the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and it didn't look like anyone had slept in it.

He frowned and turned around to look for someone without thinking. He wanted to ask Shi Yuan, but Shi Yuan was not there.

Finally I found him in the pavilion. He was already drunk when I found him.

Seeing the wine jugs on the table, he immediately walked over angrily and snatched the wine jug from her hand: "Who told you to drink it?"

The wine jug was suddenly taken away and he was yelled at. Chujiu trembled and opened his blurry eyes to look at him.

She was originally angry at who had the guts to steal her things and be so mean to her, but when she saw that absolutely beautiful face, her anger instantly disappeared and her mind was filled with thoughts of beauty.

"Hey, hey, little beauty."

Mo Xinglan got angry when he heard the word "little beauty" and reached out with a cold face to pull her up.

"Are you drunk and confused? You don't recognize people..."

Before she could finish her words, Chujiu pulled her into his arms.

Chujiu put his arm around his waist and easily made him sit on his lap.

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a few moments, and when he saw this posture, he became even angrier.

How could it not be? Is it appropriate for a man like him to sit on the lap of the woman he loves?

He has long legs, so even when he sits on Chujiu's legs, his feet can still touch the ground.

He struggled to stand up and get off her legs: "You are drunk! Let me go!"

There was no way Chujiu would let him succeed. The more he struggled, the tighter she hugged him, for fear that he would run away.

Mo Xinglan felt as if his waist was being clamped by a pair of pliers, making it difficult for him to breathe. He frowned and stretched out his hands to pry her hands apart, but the more he tried to pry them apart, the tighter she hugged him.

Chujiu was totally unaware of this. Instead, she smiled and said, "My little beauty... hiccup... stop struggling. You can't escape from your sister's palm, hey, hey."

"You...let go." He had a little difficulty speaking.

Chujiu ignored his words and snatched the wine jug back from his hand.