Domineering space queen

Chapter 738 Molesting the Holy Maiden
Although the female city lord was disappointed that her daughter was useless, it would be a disaster to keep such a foolish daughter, and it would be easy to drive her away!
Seeing that the national teacher is satisfied, I feel a little relieved!

"The national teacher does not dislike it, and the minister is very grateful. I will arrange a cook to serve you in the future!"

Shutong smiled, and turned to look at the livid-faced saint beside her, smiling like a stealing cat!
"Saint, we ate together at the same table. Are you still hiding your face and refusing to show Lushan's true colors?"

The saint's face was blue and purple, her lips were pursed into a line, she should be holding back her anger!

The two maids behind were angry, "What do you mean, Your Majesty? I, the saint of Beirong, is sacred and inviolable, but you allow the national teacher to provoke you again and again. Are you really not afraid of the anger of the saint?"

Shutong smiled, "It's not ugly, isn't it shameful? Take off this veil quickly, let me see!"

Such a frivolous tone made everyone in Beirong stand up one after another and stare angrily!

A scholar can be killed but cannot be humiliated, this so-called national teacher has repeatedly provoked, everyone's hands have already touched their waist knives, and just waiting for the saint's eyes, blood will splatter on the spot!
And Hengxuan and the officials were also nervous, and quietly hinted to the guards to be on guard. Although they didn't make a move, their eyes collided with sparks, and the scene was a bit stalemate!

At this time, I saw the saint who had been sitting stiffly moved, her trembling hands gently removed her veil, revealing her true face!

The kings and ministers of the Great Zhou were a little relieved, but everyone in Beirong was inexplicably lost!
The saintess is not stunningly beautiful, her plain white face looks a bit dull, but her eyes are beating with flames, obviously she is suppressing her anger!

"Is the national teacher still satisfied?" Her voice sounded like gnashing of teeth.

Shutong looked at it lazily, quite disappointed, "I thought it was such a natural beauty, but the appearance of a man, no wonder this appearance has to be covered up!"

Humiliation, this is definitely a naked humiliation!
Everyone in Beirong stared at Shutong with fire-breathing eyes!

The saint is the chosen person, and she is not selected for her appearance. Furthermore, the saint has a noble temperament and cannot be desecrated. In the hearts of Beirong people, she is the most beautiful!

Shutong didn't pay any attention to those people who were about to explode, and leaned over, teasingly said, "You are a cultivator, you can barely pass by your temperament!"

The lips of the saintess trembled, and everyone in Beirong was about to explode. The leftover women were sacred and inviolable in their hearts!

It is a great shame for the national teacher to speak to her in such a molesting tone as a disciple!
"Little girl, since you are also worthy of being a national teacher, I think you owe a lesson!"

A grumpy Beirong warrior jumped out, drew his waist knife, and pointed at Shutong!
Shutong curled her lips, "Ask your saint, am I worthy of being a national teacher?"

The saint suddenly raised her head, and shouted coldly, "Back off!"

The samurai was scolded, and he bowed his head in astonishment and retreated!
The saintess dismissed that person, and changed her smile again. She was plain-looking, although her smile was a bit forced, she still had a bit of beauty!

"This servant is reckless, please forgive me!"

Shutong also smiled back, "Look, it's good to talk with a smile, don't be so stern, just smile more!"

The saint's smile was even more forced, "Yes!"

The princes and ministers of the Great Zhou have already seen that their national teacher is faintly overpowering the opponent, and they are secretly weird!

"I heard that the saint's trip is to discuss Taoism with me, why don't we find a quiet place to chat!"

Shutong teased her before, and proposed with a smile on her face!

The saint's heart moved, and she said eagerly, "That's fine!"

Shutong withdrew the coercion, the saintess relaxed all over, her back was soaked and slightly chilly at some point.

She worked quietly and dried the clothes!

"As soon as you and I hit it off, why don't you go and chat with me!" Shutong invited.

Whether the saint is willing or not, she can only agree, "That's bothering you!"

Shutong led the saint away!

Leaving behind the complacent kings and ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the dumbfounded Bei Rong people!

Hengxuan was in a good mood, and after a few polite words, the banquet ended!

After returning to the palace and sending everyone out, Shutong chatted with the saint.

"You are still young, but you actually have the fifth level of Qi training. It seems that the chance is not small!"

Shutong pointed out the opponent's cultivation level as soon as he opened his mouth, and it was as if a boulder had fallen from the saint's heart.

The other party was indeed stronger than him, and he could tell his cultivation level at a glance, so he nodded honestly!

"It's not as good as the national teacher, I don't know your current cultivation base...?"

Shutong glanced at her with a half-smile, "You can't see through me. As for my cultivation, such important things can't be disclosed!"

The saint quickly said, "I was reckless!"

"I called you here, just curious about the reincarnation of the saint. I heard that the reincarnation takes 30 years. You are now twenty, and you only have ten years left to live!"

The saint's face was sad, "This is the destiny of being a saint!"

"After returning to the palace this time, I will find the reincarnation by doing it. After ten years of training, my mission will be completed!"

Shutong said oddly, "Even if you are extremely talented, you won't be able to make much progress in ten years. At that time, will you die directly, or will you pass on your cultivation to the next generation?"

The saint was surprised, "Why does the national teacher say this? Every generation of saints is the chosen child of heaven, possessing the power to reach the sky, and what is gained is bound to be lost. The shortened life span is the price!"

"The saintess of the previous generation passed the position to me, then returned to the secret room, and died by suicide! It has been like this in all generations, and I am the same!" Her tone was a little downcast.

"You didn't get the skill of the previous generation of saintess?" Shutong was surprised.

Beginning Qi training monks have a lifespan of a hundred years. Since they didn't take the initiative to pass on their skills, how could they die at thirty?

The saint said, "To be chosen as a saint, one has to practice qigong since she was a child. It is a start all over again. She practiced in the Sydney Palace since she was a child. When she reaches ten years old, she will be taught by the saint of the previous generation and learn to communicate with heaven and earth!"

Shutong stroked his chin, "Before you were ten years old, you were taught to practice by the saintess of the previous generation. It's not really reincarnation, but two generations?"

The saint nodded, "Yes, this is our mission. In order to protect Beirong, we must pay the price!"

Shutong had a strange expression, "You only have a lifespan of 30 years, which is shorter than ordinary people. Are you really willing?"

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the saint, and she quickly became firm again, "This is our destiny, there is nothing to be reconciled to!"

"From the day I was selected, my life does not belong to me. To accept the offerings from the people of Beirong, I have to make sacrifices for Beirong!"

Seeing the holy girl exuding holy light all over her body, the strange feeling in Shutong's heart became stronger.

Suddenly asked, "Can you tell me what kind of exercises you practice?"

The saint is a little embarrassed, the secret method passed down from generation to generation by the saint of Beirong Xueli Palace, she recited the formula at the age of three, and formally practiced it at the age of five!
The saintesses of the previous generation repeatedly warned that they must not reveal a word, otherwise they will be punished by heaven!

Seeing her hesitation, Shutong smiled and said, "If you don't want to, I won't force it either!"

The saint breathed a sigh of relief!

But I heard Shutong say again, "We are all like-minded people, so let's exchange ideas!"

"My cultivation base is higher than yours. If there are no accidents, I can at least live to be a hundred years old! In fact, as long as you draw qi into your body and step into the fairyland, a normal qi-training monk can live for 120 years!"

Shutong deliberately slowed down, and he found the astonishment in the eyes of the saint!

(End of this chapter)