The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

March passed in a flash. There would be a market at the beginning of every month, and Mo Xiaolan would usually go with the group. She found that the snow silkworm was a little different from other silkworms in that it only took about seven days to spin an inch of silk. So she and other girls usually fed the snow silkworms, learned to weave snow silk yarn, taught the children to read and write, and taught the tribesmen the most basic multiplication formulas of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

The days passed by were very dull, as if everything that happened before was just a dream. After waking up, there was no intrigue, no rivers of blood, no daily fear in life, but only peace and stability, and a dull life.

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"Wow, what beautiful clothes." Mo Xiaolan took out the clothes from the huge mahogany box. It was a light blue twelve-broken Liuxian long skirt and a golden red gold and silver silk phoenix robe. The huge golden phoenix was crawling all over the skirt, and it was flashing with golden light under the candlelight. If Mo Xiaolan didn't know about the existence of snow silkworms, she would probably have thought it was a red dress made of gold thread.

"It really fits." The clan leader said with satisfaction, "This twelve-tattered Liuxian long skirt is the result of the silkworms you raised yourself, and this gold and silver silk Luanniao Chaofeng robe is a gift from us to you. You are a dragon and phoenix in the world, and your fate is definitely not that of an ordinary person. Although you have fallen into our small village for a while, one day you will return to the place where you originally belonged. This Luanniao Chaofeng robe is made of snow silk that we raised with a little blood. It looks gorgeous, and it can also block some killing effects of spiritual weapons."

Fan, who was standing beside him, reached out his little hand to touch the lifelike phoenix on it, and murmured, "Really, it's so beautiful."

"Patriarch mother-in-law." Mo Xiaolan felt vaguely uneasy.

"My lord, you..."

"My dear mother-in-law, something bad has happened." Xing Xiang interrupted their conversation, rushed in, and fell to the ground with a plop. Blood continued to flow from her forehead. "Our convoy was hijacked. Those people came for our spirit demon clan."

"What!" The clan leader stood up suddenly and frowned: "Has this day finally come?"

When everyone went out to look, they saw dozens of men in black holding the convoy hostage and confronting the tribesmen. The tribe leader, Granny, stepped out from the crowd and said, "Why do you heroes have to do this? We are just ordinary residents."

"Ordinary residents?" The masked leader laughed loudly. "It is rumored that a spiritual weapon made with the teeth of the sunrise snake and the inner elixir of a northern spirit demon is the strongest in the world. You just want to see if it is true."

"Rumors are just something people do for fun. It would be boring if you take them seriously."

"Whether it is true or not, let's find out once we find out."

"Clan leader, don't worry about us, just leave!" Qiao Qi shouted, and the men in black who were holding him hostage began to beat him with fists and feet without mercy until he bled.

"Stop, stop!" the clan leader shouted.

The masked leader raised his hand, indicating that they could stop.

"You shameless scoundrel, stop threatening us!" With that, the two groups of people began to fight.

Suddenly, a blue-purple light came down from the sky, and Mo Xiaolan descended from the sky holding the Xuantian Liuguang.

At that moment, the spirit demons of the Northern Realm thought that it was the Lady of the Nine Heavens who had come in person, and everything seemed to have returned to the glorious moment when they had followed the Lady to quell the rebellion.

After rescuing Qiao Qi and some other people, the masked group was obviously injured, but their leader looked at the people in front of him calmly.

Mo Xiaolan took a step forward, protecting everyone behind him, and said, "The spirit monsters of the Northern Realm have always been peaceful and have helped the world. They are also kind people. Why do you have to kill them all just for a false rumor?"

"What if I insist?" said the leader.

"Then let's see if I and the spirit sword in my hand will give you this opportunity."

"Oh, really?" He smiled indifferently and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, Mo Xiaolan felt her heart tremble, and the Xuantian Liuguang in her hand returned to her, and she almost lost her balance.

I tried to gather spiritual energy again, but found that I couldn’t.

She was shocked: Is this a secret medicine? Impossible, the secret medicine belongs to Qingyuan Sect, how could they get it, unless...

The leader clapped his hands, and the sound of clapping made people feel a little scared. "Is the tea in the room just now okay? This is specially prepared for you, Mo Xiaolan, the leader of Qingyuan Sect's Qingling Peak... Oh, no, the former leader. He resigned from the position of leader half a year ago and returned to the downtown area. He disappeared from the world three months ago and has no trace since then. If I hadn't met him by chance a month ago and kept an eye on him, I would not have been able to find this spiritual demon clan."

The clan leader narrowed her eyes, strode forward, helped Mo Xiaolan up and pushed her towards Qiao Qi. Seeing this, the clan members stepped forward and used their bodies as a wall of flesh.

"Master Mo." Fan'er's mother held the unconscious Fan'er in her arms and said, "The Spiritual Demon Clan should have died for you. They would sacrifice everything for you, including the lives of all the members of the clan. But Fan'er is still young. A thousand years ago, she was just a baby in swaddling clothes. This is the last bloodline of our Spiritual Demon Clan. Please take her with you."

"Let's go together. I won't give up on any of you." Mo Xiaolan wanted to get up, but couldn't move.

"As long as you are here, the Spiritual Demon Clan will be here."

After kissing her child goodbye for the last time, Fan'er's mother left in tears.

"Qiao Qi, take Master Mo away!"

"Yes!" Qiao Qi endured the pain, carried Mo Xiaolan on his back, picked up Fan'er and ran into the clan leader's house. He pushed open a locker and made a seal. The place where the locker was originally placed turned into a black hole. He jumped down with the two of them. The black hole closed naturally and the locker returned to its original position.

Mo Xiaolan seemed to be leaning against a wall, her whole body was cold. Faner rested his head on her legs, making the sound of a kitten breathing in his sleep. The black hole was pitch black and so quiet that one could hear everyone's breathing.

"Qiao Qi." Mo Xiaolan called him, and she felt relieved after hearing the response.

When Qiao Qi was rescued, he was already seriously injured. I don't know how he is now, but judging from the faint smell of blood in the air, he should not be in good condition. I guess he is just holding on.

"Qiaoqi...you..."

Before she finished her words, a heart-wrenching roar came from above her head. Qiao Qi turned over and covered her mouth to prevent her from making any sound. The smell of blood at the tip of her nose suddenly became stronger.

Then she heard the voice from above again.

"We have searched everywhere, but we haven't found the person who escaped."

"It's just one less, it's not enough, how about the elixir?"

"All have been peeled out, twenty-seven in total."

"That's enough, let's go."

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In the black hole, it is as silent as death.

Qiao Qi let go of Mo Xiaolan and slid down weakly. He opened the barrier and a faint beam of light shot in.

Only then did Mo Xiaolan see that the young man in front of her was covered in blood.

She placed Faner next to the warm stove and pulled a thin quilt to cover her body. An hour or two ago, they were still talking and laughing here, commenting on whether the clothes were beautiful. Now the stove was still warm, but the people were gone.

Then she helped Qiao Qi out slowly. There were two or three corpses lying outside the door. They died in tragic ways, all hacked to death. One of them was Xing Bai. She liked to wear white clothes, but now the clothes were covered with black and red blood. She also liked to sing, and people here called her Lark. Now there was a long bloody mark on her throat, cutting off her singing voice.

When I walked out of the door, the originally blood-white snow had turned red. The bodies of men and women, big and small, lay in the snow. The white snow and the red blood blended and intertwined with each other. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and even the cold wind could not blow it away. Not far away, the aurora slowly fell and covered the sky.

"The clan leader!" Qiao Qi saw the clan leader lying on the ground at a glance. There was a big black hole on her chest, which almost penetrated her body.

"Why is this happening?" Mo Xiaolan knelt weakly in the snow, her eyes empty and her whole body weak.

"Why is this happening? I didn't come near the Spiritual Demon Clan for the elixir, so why did they still get exterminated in the end? Why? Why? What's wrong?"

Shouldn't I be around them?

It’s the same, it’s indeed the same. As long as I appear, no matter whether the before and after are connected or not, the final result will not change.

Qiao Qi, who had struggled to get out, finally fell down. Mo Xiaolan ignored the doubts in her heart and ran over, hugging the boy's shaky body. Qiao Qi spat out mouthfuls of blood in her arms.

He was already seriously injured, and when he tried to force open the barrier, his body was like a spent force, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

"Lord Mo." Qiao Qi took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve, poured out all the pills inside, then cut his palm and filled half a can of blood into it.

"The blood of the Spirit Demon Clan is the most precious medicine in the world. Don't you have a disciple who is seriously injured and unconscious? If he still doesn't wake up after you go back, give him this medicine."

Mo Xiaolan took the medicine bottle, forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die. I will take you out for treatment right away."

"It's too late." Qiao Qi grabbed her sleeve, put his other hand on his chest, dug hard, and a white elixir surrounded by a green halo with blood appeared.

"This is the last thing I can do for you."

After Qiao Qi closed his eyes, he said softly: "To die in your arms, does it count as dying in the arms of Her Majesty Xuannv..."

The elixir entered her body and merged with the Xuantian Liuguang Sword. Mo Xiaolan, who had become one with the Xuantian Liuguang Sword, could clearly feel that the sword's spiritual energy had become unprecedentedly powerful, and even affected her own spiritual power. Even though she had neglected her cultivation for a long time, the moment the elixir entered her body, her spiritual power began to grow on its own like a spontaneous plant. Her black pupils brightened instantly, and her vision became much clearer. With the help of the elixir, her clear spiritual pupils broke through the seventh level on their own.

The person in her arms was no longer breathing. Mo Xiaolan hugged him tightly, tears falling on her body. She said, "Forget it."

"Sister Mo." Faner woke up, walked out of the house and came to her side. His little face no longer had the smile of the past: "Sister Mo, father and mother, clan leader, mother-in-law and everyone else, have you gone to heaven to see Her Majesty Xuannv?"

Mo Xiaolan looked at her and paused for two seconds.

Faner continued, "My mother once said that if one day I called her and she didn't respond, as if she was asleep, then she had gone to heaven to meet Her Highness Xuannv. She told me not to be sad, because they were very happy to see Her Highness."

"Yes." Mo Xiaolan lowered her head and held her small hand: "The tribesmen are all looking for Her Highness Xuannv. They are protecting Faner in the sky, so Faner must grow up happily, understand?"

"I know." Faner smiled, but he couldn't help but shed tears.

The two men put all the bodies together and buried them in the snow. There were no tombstones. It was just like their legend, without a source, without an ending, only peaceful years.

"Sister, did you drop this?" Faner ran over with a token in his hand. "This thing is so beautiful, shining with gold. It just fell into the corner of the wall."

When Mo Xiaolan took the token and looked at it, the blood in her body seemed to flow backwards. The black token was plated with gold edges and there was a golden unicorn on it. This token was the secret order of the demon clan. She had seen it on a person before, and there was only one person who could issue this secret order - the Demon Lord, Mo Luofan.

"Xu Snake Fang, Spirit Demon Pill, Tianyuan Zhuhun Sword." Mo Xiaolan sat down weakly in the snow and couldn't help laughing: "No wonder the black-clothed leader was able to get the secret medicine of Qingyuan Sect and made me lose my spiritual power temporarily. Now I even doubt whether he let me go easily because he wanted to use Jiutianxuan to find the Spirit Demon Clan. The only way is to do it."

"Sister Mo, what's wrong with you?" Faner ran to her and wanted to help her up. Mo Xiaolan touched her head, tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged her in her arms and cried loudly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I wish I hadn't come here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Faner didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only pat her back, just like her mother would pat her back when she cried, but as she was patting her back, she started crying herself.

The two people, one big and one small, hugged each other and cried.

No one comforted anyone, and they all poured out all the sadness they felt tonight. However, no matter how much they cried, the people who had given them warmth at that time could not come back. They could only transform themselves into the vast white snow-capped mountains and continue to guard the mythical love they had always guarded.

Although the sun has slowly risen, it still cannot drive away the cold. Just like that night thousands of years ago, the warm sun shines on the body, but it cannot warm the heart that has become cold.

Thousands of years ago, it was the lover in my arms.

Thousands of years later, it is the family members who sacrificed heroically.