MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 457 The deceased wife's spiritual master
Chapter 457: The Dead Wife’s Lingmiao Dao Lord
Lingmiao Daojun cultivates very quickly.
She doesn’t even need to practice deliberately, her Taoism is growing unconsciously.
But she is quite controversial in the mortal world.
She is not a pure and kind person.
Her judgment standards are also different from others.
She will not do good deeds just for the sake of good reputation.
This also led to some people hating her and some believing in her.
Those who believe in her are extremely fanatical and sincere.
But Lingmiao Daojun doesn't care.
She has never cared about false reputation, only about her true heart.
The next time I heard about her was during her ascension catastrophe.
Ten years have passed, and Wen Mingxuan has already become the pillar of the Immortal Clan.
The name of Lingmiao Daojun also spread throughout the world.
There is only one step away from ascending.
Wen Mingxuan was followed by a teenage disciple, his only disciple.
“Yang Mo, you are really lucky.”
“My parents are both mortals, but we are destined to become friends with Dao Lord, and even accept you as his only disciple.” The disciples around him looked at Yang Mo with envy.
Yang Mo is fourteen years old this year. He is the child of Little Cherry and Mo Ling.
Mo Ling is a spiritual creature. The child got the spiritual root by luck, but he did not inherit his demon body.
Yang Mo pursed his lips and smiled: "It's Mo'er's honor."
Over the years, there have been countless people who wanted to become Wen Mingxuan's disciples.
There are countless people who want to give him women.
Ling Yue, the daughter of the head of the Lingyun Sect, did not give up and waited ten years.
In the past ten years, whenever Wen Mingxuan glanced at any woman, she would secretly cause trouble for that woman.
Wen Mingxuan scolded him countless times, but Ling Yue still went his own way and did not allow any woman to appear in front of him.
Wen Mingxuan simply refused to go out and went into seclusion.
This time it broke through exactly three days ago and is one step away from soaring.
He and Lingmiao Daojun are known as two great geniuses.
Both of them have their own fans.
“Hey, call your master out.” Ling Yue came again.
Yang Mo frowned slightly: "Go away, Master won't see you."
In the past ten years, Ling Yue has appeared at Dengxianmen countless times, and people have become accustomed to it.
Ling Yue pursed her lips slightly: "He thought I was domineering, arrogant and rude. I have changed all of them. What else does he want from me?"
“I can change anything.”
Yang Mo sighed: "Master said you are very good and there is no need to change."
Ling Yue's eyes turned slightly red: "I'm fine, but he just doesn't love me."
Wen Mingxuan, the proud son of heaven and the youngest Taoist king.
There is no woman in the world who does not admire her.
Dengxian Sect has Wen Mingxuan, Sanqing Sect has Lingmiao Dao Lord, Lingyun Sect has nothing.
Has been gradually marginalized by the three major sects.
She could not let go of Wen Mingxuan, both in public and private matters.
"He still can't forget that mortal woman? How am I inferior to that mortal woman?!" Ling Yue asked loudly with red eyes.
"Mortals are old, sick and die, and are full of vulgarity. It was her honor to be able to offer sacrifices to Lord Dao back then. Lord Dao has remembered her for so many years, it's enough!"
“Daojun, how can I be inferior to her? Daojun Mingxuan!” Ling Yue stood in front of the hall and shouted angrily.
"That's just a mortal woman. She is completely different from you. You are not from the same place. Lord Dao, why don't you look at me? Why don't you look at me!" Ling Yue almost collapsed.
She was born noble and got whatever she wanted.
It happened to Wen Mingxuan that he fell down.
It’s been so many years since I was born, and I still can’t let go.
Disciples were pointing around, but Ling Yue didn't care at all.
“Wen Mingxuan, come out to see me!” Ling Yue shouted loudly.
Long time.
Only then did I hear a low sigh.
“I’ve seen Mr. Dao.” When he appeared in white clothes, all his disciples were prostrate on the ground.
The youngest Taoist Lord, after fourteen years of entering Taoism, he has surpassed the Supreme Elder and is about to ascend.
Ling Yue looked at that face infatuatedly. The person who has made her miss her for ten years.
At this moment, he is like a god.
It’s like a **** looking down on all living beings.
Wen Mingxuan looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows, Ling Yue's teeth chattered, but after not seeing her for half a year, Wen Mingxuan's cultivation had indeed improved again.
“Tell me, how am I inferior to her?”
“She is dead, and you don’t want to take another wife.”
“I am not willing to lose to a mortal woman.”
“Is it because she offered sacrifices to you?” Ling Yue gritted her teeth.
"I can too."
Wen Mingxuan only looked at her intently.
"I have advanced cultivation, beautiful appearance, and treat you wholeheartedly. How can I be inferior to her?"
According to legend, Mingxuan Daojun was chased by Na Fan for fifteen years, and Na Fan's appearance was even more ugly.
Why has such a person been cared about by Daojun for so many years?
Is she not even comparable to such a mortal woman?
Wen Mingxuan said softly: "No one in the world can compare with her."
Ling Yue’s eyes suddenly turned red.
"You can leave. There is no need to mention the Taoist couple. I will not marry a wife or take a concubine." After Wen Mingxuan finished speaking, he turned and left.
Ling Yue was so angry that tears fell down and she just gritted her teeth and said.
“You are lying, I went to see you in the mortal world.”
"I once dug up her grave. There were no bones in her grave, only two wine glasses! You lied to me, you lied to me!" Ling Yue cried and shouted.
Unexpectedly, Wen Mingxuan's face suddenly darkened.
“You dug up her grave?”
The air suddenly condensed, and everyone felt their hearts tremble, and an invisible pressure came out.
Shocked countless people.
Ling Yue's body was shaking and her face turned pale.
“It’s obviously an empty coffin, there’s nothing!” She just wanted…
I want to dig up the woman's grave to vent my anger.
Who knows, there is only a pair of wine glasses inside.
Snap.
Ling Yue had her teeth knocked out, and blood mixed with her teeth was spat out.
"I have rejected you countless times, why do you bother her?" Wen Mingxuan suppressed his anger.
Ling Yue was completely knocked out.
Ling Yue was frightened and desperate, and she felt that the Tao Lord dressed in the breeze was like an evil ghost at this moment.
He was angry.
"You even carry that piece of jade with you all the year round and are reluctant to throw it away. You are just a mortal..." Ling Yue was unwilling to give in, she was unwilling to give in.
Yang Mo’s lips moved.
He had seen the portrait of Xiao Yu'er at his parents' house, so he naturally knew what a stunning, talented and beautiful person he was.
What a stupid mortal woman, what an ugly and saltless woman.
It’s all bullshit.
Wen Mingxuan took a deep breath.
Looking at the direction of Sanqing Sect in the distance, dark clouds were gathering in that direction at the moment, and there was faint thunder in the sky.
That was the calamity of the Lingmiao Dao Lord of the Sanqing Sect who was undergoing calamity and ascending to heaven.
The ninety-nine heavenly tribulations of ascension are about to begin.
“Do you know the name of my first wife?” Wen Mingxuan whispered.
Everyone was stunned.
Even the elders of the Dengxian Sect who came in a hurry were a little stunned.
Wen Mingxuan's deceased wife was a taboo for him.
Everyone only knew that he had killed his wife to become a Taoist, and they thought it was a stepping stone for him to enter Taoism.
At this moment, the smile on Wen Mingxuan's face was like crying.
“Dead wife, Jiang Xiaoyu.”
“That’s right, the Master of Lingmiao Dao.”
Lingmiao Daojun!
Everyone's eyes widened, full of shock and astonishment.
Ling Yue was even more stunned on the spot.
(End of this chapter)
