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But, "Master Immortal, why are you doing this?"

At this moment, Mo Xin found herself sitting on the wooden table where he usually read and practiced, and felt very puzzled.

Blinking his clean and clear eyes, he asked the doubts in his heart.

"Mo Xin, I have come here specifically to accept you as my disciple. Are you willing to become my disciple? Serve me forever?"

Gu Qinghua deceived the little Taoist priest who was inexperienced in the world without changing his expression, and he felt no guilt in his heart.

When Mo Xin heard this, her long eyelashes trembled slowly, and she raised her eyes again, looking straight at the smiling Immortal Master.

His cold eyes were tainted with a little joy, and his peach-colored lips pursed slightly unconsciously, with a shallow arc, and he said piously: "Disciple is willing."

Among thousands of monks, he was lucky enough to always be with the immortal master. Why wouldn't he want to?

"Very good." Gu Qinghua licked his lips, smiled playfully, gently raised his hand, and gently pinched Mo Xin's beautifully curved and delicate mandible in front of him.

Just imagine, what a beautiful scene it would be to pull down a Taoist priest who is far away from the mortal world and devoted to cultivating immortality, and let his eyebrows and eyes be dyed with his own look.

"So, you can do whatever I say, can you do it?"

Mo Xin looked at the person in front of him without knowing why, but still nodded obediently, but felt extremely peaceful in his heart.

He grew up here and devoted himself to cultivating immortality. The immortal in front of him has been with him for nearly twenty years.

It was his lifelong belief, and he was naturally very pious in his heart.

Gu Qinghua let go of Mo Xin's chin, and his eyes slowly moved down from Mo Xin's heartless and inexperienced face, and landed on the spotless white Taoist robe on his body.

Gu Qinghua stretched out his hand without hesitation and inserted his well-jointed fingers into it.

Under the fingertips is delicate and soft skin, like a freshly peeled egg, and like fine mutton-fat jade, which makes people fall in love with it!

Noticing that the body under his fingertips suddenly stiffened, Gu Qinghua smiled evilly.

Can't stand it?

What will happen later?

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Although this is just a dream, all the feelings will be transmitted to the sleeping Mo Xin's body. It is an extremely real and empathetic dream.

In other words, if Mo Xin had feelings in a dream, he would also feel the same in reality.

Gu Qinghua couldn't wait to see more charming expressions on Mo Xin's face.

The other hand gently opened the white Taoist robe on Mo Xin's body. Smooth and thin shoulders and delicate jade-like collarbones slowly appeared in the air, reflecting into Gu Qinghua's eyes, seeming to send out a silent invitation.

It was just as he imagined, with delicate skin and graceful lines, as if it were carefully carved from fine jade.

Simply the most perfect work of God.

What a pity that such a beautiful and attractive body is hidden under a large white robe!

Mo Xin, who was wearing clothes, already made Gu Qinghua unable to control himself, let alone the half-dressed Mo Xin in front of him? !

Gu Qinghua didn't want to think about anything else at the moment. He just wanted to dismantle the person's bones bit by bit and eat them dry!

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At this moment, no matter how ignorant Mo Xin was, he felt a secret shyness when someone took off his robe, and his eyebrows finally showed a trace of uneasiness and panic.

He knew that the immortal master would never hurt him, but why did he take off his clothes?

Moreover, the immortal master's hand just now made him feel very uncomfortable in his body.

"Master, disciple, disciple"

Mo Xin wanted to ask why her body felt uncomfortable, but a hint of unbearable pain suddenly escaped from her clenched lips just after she let go, which was shocking.

Gu Qinghua held the back of Mo Xin's head with one hand, while the other hand was still tapping the delicate skin rhythmically, as if playing the strings of a piano. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to play.

Mo Xin's long and thick eyelashes trembled twice, and a thin mist of water gathered in his black eyes, feeling extremely overwhelmed.

The strange feeling in his body made him want to push away the person in front of him.

But the person in front of me is an immortal master!

How could he push away the immortal master?

Mo Xin's body tensed up, her hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, as if she was trying to hold back something.

Why does the immortal master's hand always like to pinch that place?

As soon as Mo Xin had this doubt, Gu Qinghua's hand left his chest, and he breathed a sigh of relief: he finally didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

however--

The uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't explain swept over him again, but it became more and more intense, and his body became more and more stiff and tight.

"I didn't expect it to be quite grand here."

Gu Qinghua let go of Wu Xin's lips, looked down, and said with an evil smile on his lips.

Mo Xin, who was finally able to speak, couldn't help but ask: "Master Immortal, this disciple feels a little uncomfortable."

"Are you feeling unwell?" Gu Qinghua said calmly:

"If you want to become an immortal, become my disciple, and always be by my side, naturally not just anyone can do it, you need to pass the test.

Mo Xin, do you have this confidence? "

"Have."

He thought that this was the immortal master in his heart personally guiding him, but he didn't know that it was actually the opposite.

"Mo Xin."

Mo Xin was in a trance. When the intense pleasure from before surged into his heart, he had no time to think. His eyes, stained with mist, were still clear.

But he is no longer as heartless and desireless as before.

But Mo Xin didn't know anything about this charming desire.

"Master Immortal, the disciple is here." The cold voice was tinged with a hint of lust, hoarse, slightly panting, exuding silent temptation.

Hearing Gu Qinghua call him, Mo Xin couldn't help but think:

Has he successfully become a disciple of the Immortal Master?

"Mo Xin, the next step will be the final difficulty. You must endure it and don't let me live up to my expectations."

Gu Qinghua took a deep look at Mo Xin, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up, hugged the little Taoist priest to his body, and slowly walked towards the simple and not spacious couch.

"Master Immortal, please rest assured that the disciple will do his best to complete the test."

Mo Xin said firmly every word, and his eyes had returned to being clear and ethereal.

"Is it?"

Gu Qinghua smiled lowly, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, and his gorgeous voice was enchanting and graceful.

Then wait and see, my little Taoist!

Having said that, Mo Xin was still very nervous, and she couldn't help but start to worry.

The immortal master said it was the last test, and it must be more difficult than before. However, the unfamiliar test just now made him unable to control his body. Can he really pass the next test?

Mo Xin bit her lip, waiting for the next Immortal Master's test with unknowing anxiety and anticipation.

Gu Qinghua didn't know what Mo Xin was thinking. After he placed Wu Xin on the couch, he bent down and lowered his head, kissing from the gorgeous cinnabar between Mo Xin's eyebrows.

As expected, it was even more difficult than the test just now. The trembling that had just caused him couldn't help but it was completely incomparable in comparison. There was a blur of mist flowing in the eyes like dark jade, which were long and thick. Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and a few crystal tears as fine as diamonds trembled.

Mo Xin was still patient, and when he turned his eyes inadvertently, "Master Immortal, why is this?"

With a murmur, Mo Xin asked the doubts in her heart. Her red lips and white teeth had long lost their coolness, revealing a bit of charm.

"Don't be afraid, Mo Xin, I will bear this test with you and help you."

Gu Qinghua's holy voice lingered in Mo Xin's ears, and Mo Xin's eyes instantly became more pious.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: The Immortal Master is indeed an Immortal Master!

Their whole bodies were burning hot as they pressed against each other, sending out an even warmer temperature.

Several times, Mo Xin almost raised her hand and put it on Gu Qinghua. Thinking that this person was an untouchable immortal master, Mo Xin tried her best to endure it.

Is this a dream? This is not a dream.

After hurriedly wiping his body and changing his clothes and bedding, Mo Xin hurried out with a whisk in his hands, ignoring breakfast.

At dawn, when the bell rings, everyone will go to the main hall, kneel in front of the statues of real people, and listen to the Taoist priest's teachings.

Mo Xin had always woken up very early before, but he slept deeply last night. As a result, he got up late today and was almost late for his morning class.

When Mo Xin arrived at the main hall, there were already many Taoist priests kneeling there. He took a fly whisk and a futon and silently sat down in the corner.

The Taoist priest who taught Taoism had already begun to recite, but Mo Xin had this in mind. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at the largest white statue of a real person in the middle.

It is said that this real person became an immortal thousands of years ago.

As he stared, he couldn't help but think of last night's dream.

He began to wonder and imagine in his heart, is the immortal master really as handsome as he imagined in his dream?

[Strategy target Mo Xin, favorability +10, completion degree 20. 】

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When she returned to her yard from the main hall, Mo Xin quickly took advantage of the scorching sun to wash the clothes and bedding she had changed in the morning, dried them on the bamboo poles in the yard, and then started to pick up a broom to clean up the raging fire last night. There were leftover leaves all over the ground.

At this moment, a snow-white fox suddenly jumped down from under a tall albizia tree, its light gait falling into Mo Xin's eyes.

"Little Fox?"

Mo Xin's hand holding the broom paused slightly, and he took a closer look. When he saw the white gauze left on the little fox's body and the unique binding method, he was instantly sure that the little fox in front of him was the white fox he carried back last night. .

When he got up in the morning, he found that the little white fox was no longer on the couch. He thought that the little white fox had escaped into the forest and left without saying goodbye.

At this moment, when I saw the little white fox turning back, I suddenly felt a little joy in my heart, which dispelled the disappointment in the morning.

Mo Xin didn't know why he treated this little fox differently.

He had also rescued injured birds and white rabbits before, but he didn't have such a different feeling.

Maybe it's because the little white fox is full of spirituality, and is more like a friend to him? Mo Xin thought to himself.

Thinking of the serious wounds on the little fox, Wuxin immediately put down the broom in his hand, bent down and carried the little fox back into the house, and began to patiently and carefully change its dressing and bandage.

But during this period, Mo Xin couldn't help but have some doubts.

He clearly remembered that when he applied medicine and bandage to the little fox last night, the wound on the little fox had healed a lot. Why, after one night, the wound not only did not get better, but worsened?

There were even a few more wounds.

After Mo Xin thought for a moment, he finally explained the strangeness as a mistake.

As everyone knows, all this is the arrangement of the little fox.

Since he is a fox in this plane, of course he must make more use of his identity.

A fox that is full of spirituality and seriously injured will definitely be closer to the kind-hearted little Taoist priest, and it will also be more able to arouse the little Taoist priest's compassion.

Shushan is a place of spiritual practice, very quiet.

Staying with the little Taoist priest as a fox makes it easier for him to understand every bit of the little Taoist priest.

After all, he was too impatient about what happened last night.

Fortunately, the little Taoist priest is ignorant, otherwise even a dream would make it difficult for the little Taoist priest who is devoted to Buddha.

It's still early days, so you have to take your time and don't rush.

If it backfires, the gain will outweigh the loss.

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As soon as Mo Xin took care of the little fox's wound, his stomach made a slight growl.

He didn't have breakfast today, and the sound from his stomach seemed to be protesting to him.

Mo Xin touched her belly, looking a little helpless. Meals in the mountains have strict supply times. If you miss it, you will miss it and you can only wait for the next meal.

But it was still early before lunch, so I could only endure it.

But Mo Xin didn't think it was anything. As long as he concentrated on reading the scriptures later, time would pass quickly and he wouldn't be hungry for a long time.

However, just because Mo Xin didn't take it to heart, it didn't mean that Gu Qinghua didn't take it to heart.

People are iron rice and steel, and if they don't eat a meal, they will be very hungry.

Especially breakfast is extremely important. If the stomach is not well maintained, it will lead to serious diseases in the future.

Since Mo Xin is his target and the person he is extremely interested in and cannot help himself with, then Wu Xin is his person.

Will he let his people starve?

of course not.

The little fox took advantage of Mo Xin to go to the courtyard to sweep the fallen leaves. The little fox left the Zen room and shuttled his flexible body to the lush mountains.

He remembered that there were several spiritual fruits on the mountain, which tasted sweet and were of great benefit to the body.

Now he picked the spiritual fruit and gave it to the little Taoist priest to taste.

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After Mo Xin finished his work, he sat quietly on the futon in the Zen room, flipping through the scriptures in his hands, and began his daily practice.

When the little fox came back, he saw this scene:

The little Taoist priest is dressed in spotless white robes, holding a scroll in his hand, sitting on the futon, with his back straight and straight, giving people a sense of independence and holiness from a distance.

The smile on his lips suddenly faded a bit.

Gu Qinghua doesn't like such little Taoist priests. It's so boring to become an immortal. Wouldn't it be better to be his wife?

take it easy.

Sensing the slight movement, Mo Xin put down the Taoist technique in his hand and followed it with his eyes. When he saw the green fruit slowly rolling out when the little fox released the Butu in his mouth, his expression changed. He was slightly startled.

Is this for him?

Mo Xin subconsciously asked: "For me?"

The little fox nodded: Of course it’s for you. Who made you my wife? Eat quickly!

Naturally, Gu Qinghua couldn't speak out in such a situation. What if the little Taoist priest was frightened?

However, he still nodded and answered Mo Xin's doubts.

As expected, he was a smart fox, and he even knew how to reciprocate kindness. Mo Xin was a little shocked and a little curious, and he began to look at the little fox as more than just a fox.

[The strategy target is given to Mo Xin, favorability +5, completion degree 25. 】

Mo Xin reached out and touched the little fox's head and said, "Thank you."

Then wash the green fruits and eat them safely.

He never thought that a few small fruits would actually make him feel satisfied, and his body would be relieved of the fatigue just now.