Help! Crazy criticizing Master for insisting that I be a Taoist companion!

"Well...I can still drink! Let me drink!"

Tan Wusheng returned to Wuyou Peak with the latest Yan Bai, and the little guy was restless and drunk in his arms.

The fair little face was flushed, and the red little mouth kept pouting and talking nonsense.

Tan Wusheng didn't expect that Yan Bai would talk such nonsense when he was drunk, flopping around like a fish.

He was originally lively and talkative, and he immediately became a talkative one.

I had quite a lively chat with the sect elders and some real people older than myself.

Wuyou Peak, which used to be cold and calm, is now looking beaming with red silk and lanterns. Even the spirit beasts he raises are tied with red silk, and everything they see is red.

Tan Wusheng felt that his eyes were about to turn red.

He carried Yan Bai back to the room. The big red bed was covered with festive mattresses, and it looked like he was getting married.

But of course he couldn't count today as a wedding banquet.

His Tan Wusheng's wedding banquet had to be grand, and friends from all over the world had to be invited, so it would take at least a year to prepare.

That guy Bai Zhengyu said that the next auspicious day will be in a year, so we can start making preparations.

Tan Wusheng gently placed Yan Bai on the bed, but Yan Bai suddenly hugged his neck with both hands.

"Master..."

Yan Bai vaguely smelled the familiar fragrance, and subconsciously rubbed himself into Tan Wusheng's arms, not wanting to leave his arms.

Tan Wusheng took advantage of the situation and fell on top of his little disciple, causing the little man beneath him to groan.

Yan Bai opened his eyes in confusion, his voice was soft and weak, and the aroma of wine emitted from his mouth.

"Master, you are so heavy. Why are you pressing on me? Get up, get up..."

Yan Bai stretched out his hands to push the sandalwood silently, but it had no effect at all like a cobblestone.

Yan Bai curled his lips in grievance, "Master, why are you so heavy? I can't even push you away."

Tan Wusheng was amused, and stretched out his hand to pinch Yan Bai's little nose, "Do you think they are all like you? They are so light and eat so much every day. I don't know where all the meat went. Is it all eaten here?" Already?"

As he spoke, he turned Yan Bai's body over, reached out and pinched the round buttocks.

"Ok!"

Yan Bai suddenly let out a cry, and said in an aggrieved voice: "Take your hands away, take them away, don't pinch my butt..."

take away? That is impossible.

Tan Wusheng's hands kneaded and kneaded it, as if kneading dough.

He lay on his side next to Yan Bai, half of his body pressed against that petite and thin body, his thin lips pressed against the soft earlobes, and his warm breath sprayed on the sensitive skin.

Wuyou Peak is far away from other peaks. It is extremely quiet and undisturbed.

Pieces of gorgeous clothes were dragged off and thrown to the ground, and the red gauze curtain fell down to cover the two overlapping figures.

Tan Wusheng, who was concentrating on the matter, didn't notice that there was a beautiful figure outside the main room looking at him with resentful eyes.

Feng Qingyu listened to the intermittent moans that came from time to time, and she was so angry that her teeth almost broke.

"Holy girl, it's better not to listen. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind, out of ear, the mind is quiet. We know clearly what the sect master and that Yan Bai will do, so why should we seek trouble here?"

Yue He persuaded.

Feng Qingyu still stood motionless, even though her heart was full of resentment, she still wanted to listen to the voices in the room.

She wished she could rush into the room right now, pull out Yan Bai, and then be the one silently lingering with Tan.

But she knew this was impossible. In her heart, she was afraid of Tan Wusheng's majesty and his powerful cultivation.

Yanbai's shouts of joy echoed throughout the house, and the little squirrel hid in its nest in shame.

Bai Yan, who was supposed to be sleeping in his room, was sitting silently in the pavilion near the main house, blushing and listening to Yan Bai's voice with his heart pounding.

He and Feng Qingyu thought differently.

Feng Qingyu was thinking that it would be great if she was the one who was entangled with Tan Wusheng, while Bai Yan was thinking that it would be great if she was the one who was entangled with Yan Bai.

Bai Yan prefers to get along with Yan Bai than Tan Wusheng, who is indifferent and has a moody temper.

He thinks Yan Bai looks good, has a good personality, and has a nice voice.

People like Yan Bai are extremely suitable whether they are friends or Taoist companions, and life will definitely be very interesting.

It's a pity that Yan Bai fell in love with Tan Wusheng.

But what I really didn't expect was that Yan Bai actually had the legendary furnace physique, so it seemed that Tan Wusheng might not be sincere to him.

After all, practicing double cultivation with a person with a furnace constitution can greatly improve your cultivation level once, let alone every night.

If I can practice double cultivation with Yan Bai a few times, I will definitely save several years of detours, and maybe I can enter the foundation building stage earlier than others at the same time.

It's just too hard.

Obviously, there is no chance, and he is a little afraid.

If Tan Wusheng discovered it, it would be over.

Everyone has their own sorrows in the long night. The silver moonlight pours down, coating the entire courtyard with a layer of silver brilliance.

...

the next day.

Yan Bai woke up with a headache and low back pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tan Wusheng's strong pectoralis major muscles.

There are clear fingerprints on the fair skin, and you don't need to guess who left them.

Yan Bai felt a little guilty.

He rubbed his head. He seemed to have drank too much last night. Tan Wusheng actually drank a lot too, but he seemed to have never been drunk.

Yan Bai was not convinced, and he didn't know which muscle he had pulled, so he suddenly reached an agreement with Bai Zhengyu and insisted on getting Tan Wusheng drunk.

then……

Then he got drunk first. He remembered that Bai Zhengyu seemed to be drunk too, because in his memory, there seemed to be a scene where Bai Zhengyu leaned on Leng Zuo's body and became drunk.

Leng Zuo, who had always been paralyzed, almost lost his expression.

Yan Bai started doing it slowly. He didn't know whether it was because of Lu Ding's physical condition or because he had done it too much. He actually didn't feel the pain in his butt anymore.

From the beginning I couldn't get out of bed, to now I just walk and stop at will.

Just can't run.

If one day he can walk as fast as flying, then he has truly mastered cultivation.

"Don't talk when you wake up. Why sit there in a daze?"

Tan Wusheng opened his eyes, and his soft eyes fell on Yan Bai's face.

Yan Bai blinked twice quickly, "I'm not in a daze, I just woke up. Master, I'm hungry."

"?" Tan Wusheng looked at him in surprise, "You ate so much last night and drank so much wine. A normal person would have to carry his stomach for at least half a day. Are you hungry now?"

Yan Bai rubbed his flat belly and said, "I have a big appetite! And last night, Master tossed me around like making pancakes for the whole night. It was very energy-consuming. Now I'm tired, hungry and... Thirst, your voice is so dumb that I can’t speak.”

Tan Wusheng chuckled, "I'm so mute that I can't speak and yet I can say such a long list of things in one breath. If I wasn't mute, I'd have to talk all day long."

After he finished speaking, he paused and said, "I can actually sleep all day long, and it's more annoying than mosquitoes."

Yan Bai narrowed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and started to get angry: "It turns out that Master thinks I'm annoyed, I know men are like this, they don't cherish what they get, it doesn't matter, I'm strong, I will never cry! "

Tan Wusheng: "..."