After being bound by the system, Bai Yueguang and I reunited

Chapter 451 Falling Moonlight 51

Lelanga looked at the monster's scarlet lips and tongue and felt like vomiting again.

The world has given women the mission of sacrificing themselves for the family and is committed to cultivating chaste and heroic women, wanting them to be perfect.

They eat flesh and blood with peace of mind, and yet speak in a contemptuous manner, saying "It is me who has given you the happy life you have now," and demanding that you be grateful.

It's funny.

At the age of sixteen, on the eve of her marriage, Lelanga asked her mother to hold a last family dinner in her boudoir.

Out of respect for the owner's father, everyone came in large numbers.

Those uncles and grandfathers whose faces were blurred sat down in their appropriate seats.

At the banquet, Le Langa stood up respectfully, holding the wine cup, wanting to toast the elders.

An unrecognizable person spoke up, "Why would a little girl like you drink alcohol? It's good that you have this kind of heart."

Lelanga put it down obediently.

When it comes to drinking, for men it is considered elegant, but for women it is considered unruly.

She sat quietly in the corner, watching them with a gloomy gaze, imagining that after the girls in the tribe got married, someone's son would be promoted.

When the wine was at its best, Lelanga watched with a smile as the men fell one by one.

When the scene fell silent and the women who noticed something was wrong screamed, Lelanga slowly stood up, faced his mother's shocked gaze, and lit the torch.

She set fire to the gauze, the luxurious robes, the wooden tables.

Looking at the blazing fire, he murmured, "I feel like this isn't the first time I've started a fire?"

Looking at the flames, some people were panicking, but they did not forget to pull the dead man out, while others simply kicked the man into the fire.

Some people put out fires, while others start fires.

What a vivid picture of all living beings.

Le Langa changed into the clothes and belongings she had prepared long ago, and took advantage of the chaos to leave the "home" that had trapped her for more than ten years.

She wasn't actually fully prepared.

Maybe it will be a natural disaster, or maybe it will be a man-made disaster.

But compared to the unknown, she would rather stay in the present, move forward and not stop.

Lelanga spent the rest of her life writing books, copying out from memory all the books she had read at home.

Medical books, military books, history books, regardless of type, all of them were written.

Later, she also wrote storybooks, in which she described a rich lady who became a world-famous painter.

Write about a woman in a secluded house who becomes an embroidery master.

Write about the unappreciated girl who became the number one chef.

She wrote many, many stories that were ridiculed by the world.

Before leaving, he did not forget to remind the adopted girl to keep writing and not to stop.

It was not until a hundred years later, when there were more and more women in all walks of life, that the novelist Xinghuo became truly famous.

Mirror Spirit: "Looking at this makes me want to vomit with Lelanga."

Guanshijing expressed his own opinion.

Chaoge was practicing swordplay, and upon hearing this, he said, "This is just a microcosm of the human world."

The same thing happened in countless places.

Jing Ling sighed: "I hope this girl can still be sober and rational when she comes out."

"Don't underestimate her." Chaoge laughed.

Mirror Spirit: "Do you want to see more?"

Just as Chaoge was about to speak, he heard a loud noise coming from the mountain gate.

Qing Lian said unhappily, "It's Shu Lin again."

Chaoge put away his sword and thought for a moment, "Actually, I really want to kill him directly."

Qinglan looked over with shining eyes.

Chaoge couldn't help but smile and made a decision, "Beat him half to death first, and we'll deal with the rest after Lelanga comes out."

"Okay! I'll go with you!"

Neither of them was the type to procrastinate, so they flew down the mountain straight away, pinned Shu Lin, who was still chattering, to the ground and beat him up, only then did they feel relieved.

"The weather is nice today, I'll go wash some spiritual fruits to eat!" Qing Lian said.

"it is good."

"The wine that was brewed before can be drunk now."

"Listen to you."

On the ground, Shu Lin, with a bruised face and regressed cultivation level, glared at the two people who were walking away, then went back to the Demon Realm in shame.

No wonder Xinghua was still unwilling to come even though he had found a place.

It must be this sinister villain who is waiting to see me make a fool of myself!

damn it!

He will never let Xinghua go!

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December's cultivation level improved rapidly under Chaoge's training, and he soon reached the edge of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Ying Congyue immediately drove them down from Hehuan Peak and let them open up caves on their own and recruit disciples to preach.

"There are only a few of these small people in Wu Ya Sect. It looks too shabby and does not have the momentum of a big sect at all."

Ying Congyue complained, and then reminded the disciples, "Remember, Wuya Sect does not consider race when recruiting disciples. All beings are equal, and there is no distinction between the two. Do you understand?"

December said in unison: "Understood!"

"Go!" Ying Congyue said with satisfaction.

After they walked away, he showed some reluctance and worry.

"When the bird grows up, it must learn to fly on its own." Chaoge patted her shoulder.

"I know," Ying Congyue sighed, "Anyway, a mother worries about her son even when he is away from home!"

After some laughter and jokes, the remaining three "left-behind elderly" went back to their respective tasks.

Time kept moving forward, and soon another hundred years passed.

Within a hundred years, the originally decadent and self-indulgent Tan Hua suddenly confronted the Xuantian Sect. He was ruthless towards his former master.

She made a big fuss about the sect's scandals that had once been suppressed, such as oppression of disciples, robbery of treasures, exclusion and jealousy, making the Xuantian Sect's reputation so bad that it couldn't even recruit outstanding new disciples.

Originally this was nothing.

Which sect can guarantee that it is clean and spotless?

It was just a little infamy, and as time passed, everyone forgot about it, and the Xuantian Sect still stood there.

But Tanhua revealed something about the master of her, Shuhua and Xinghua, which caused an uproar.

Venerable Changxi of Xuantian Sect was a great man who sacrificed his life to defend the world of cultivation during the great battle between good and evil!

It was also in that battle that Immortal Lord Shuhua was injured and fell into a coma.

When Tanhua sarcastically said in the bustling restaurant that Venerable Changxi was a shameless hypocrite who was seeking fame and reputation, he immediately aroused rebuttals from many monks.

Faced with their surrounding and unfriendly questioning, Tan Hua was not at all afraid and retorted.

"Heh, I'm his disciple, don't you outsiders who have only heard of him understand me?"

"Just because you are a disciple, you cannot speak out and slander your teacher! This is disrespecting your teacher and ancestors!"

Tan Hua clenched the wine jug in his hand and laughed loudly. This made the surrounding monks who claimed to be righteous look at each other in bewilderment.

Is this crazy?

Tan Hua raised the wine jug high and waved his hand towards the sky, "Chang Xi! You win in terms of pretending!"

Her sharp eyes glanced over at an angle, as if she was looking at a group of idiots whose brains had been stolen.

Tanhua's tone changed from being sharp at the beginning to being tolerant.

"It's not your fault, you blind people. It's just that Changxi is too good at disguising himself."

Everyone: "!!! Why are you still cursing?"

Tanhua leaned against the window, took a sip of wine, and then said what had been stuck in his heart for years.