Master, he always wants to leave me

Su Yao nestled quietly in her body, watching Ling Su Yao stretch her neck among the disciples of Taiyi Palace to look at Ling Wuzheng.

His mind was not on this.

The high hall in Lingshu Pavilion was full of guests, not only most of the outstanding Taiyi Palace disciples, but also well-known Taoist cultivators from other sects were also seated one after another. At a glance, they were all white-clothed monks in the Nascent Soul Dzogchen realm, In demeanor and speech, he is full of fairy spirit and awe-inspiring righteousness.

The book pavilions go up layer by layer, Qionglou Yuyu, and the carved patterns on the pavilion railings are also lifelike. Each single pavilion is covered with a thin mermaid silk, so that the guests seated in it can clearly see the center of the book pavilion. , a huge scroll is soaring into the sky, glowing with light-colored light, attracting attention.

The order of seating was random, and the bottom floor was full of disciples from the Taige sect, all looking at the complicated scroll in Sanskrit, tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-chenzan, in amazement.

Su Yao was also very curious about what was written on that scroll.

"Senior, I heard that the above is the Xiu Zhen Jue written by the master and the various sects in the Qi Dao cultivation world. All the cultivation methods are recorded on it."

Ling Suyao was extremely envious, if he could learn a little bit of the above, it would be extremely useful...

Except for some forbidden techniques, in fact, every time Lingshuge composes the spells above, Taiyi Palace will leave a huge scroll rubbing the jade slips and send them to the Daoist sects, so that the various spells can be used by the Taoist cultivators. practice.

It's just that if one can't reach the Golden Core Stage of Dzogchen, cultivation is meaningless.

Among so many Daoist cultivators, there are a few who can easily practice alchemy.

He is still in the Qi training period, and he doesn't know when he will be able to cultivate to the golden core.

Not to mention... the master is that heaven-defying cultivator at the transformation stage.

"In the past 100 years, the world of Taoism has really changed a lot."

Su Yao actually doesn't understand what Ling Suyao is talking about. Although he writes a certain level of fantasy novels, he can't write clearly about various world settings.

Just try to talk as little as possible and pretend to understand.

So, he just looked at the scroll for a while and then wandered away. When Ling Wuzheng stepped through the void and appeared in Lingshu Pavilion, he was the first to cast his eyes there.

Wearing a white Taoist robe, he looks as handsome as a heavenly man, with fluttering sleeves, a fairy-like bone, and a little icicle between his brows, which makes his indifferent brows even more unfeeling, and there is nothing in his light-colored pupils. Waves seemed to ignore everyone.

He walked directly in the void, ignoring the laws of heaven and earth expressionlessly, and walked to the side of the huge scroll in the air.

"Senior, have you seen Master? I'm so happy that he came out!"

Su Yao had no time to pay attention to Ling Suyao's voice in his ear, nor did he hear what Ling Wuzheng's thin lips were saying.

It didn't matter to him anyway.

Just looking at Ling Wuzheng like this, Su Yao missed Ling Neng extremely in his eyes, but also forced himself to look at these two people separately. After a meeting, his thoughts were muddled.

After Ling Wuzheng made a high-profile appearance, Chao walked into the highest single room in Lingshu Pavilion.

All the affairs were handed over to his two capable disciples. While answering those harsh questions lightly, leaving the questioner speechless, he turned his eyes to a young man among the Taiyi Palace disciples below. on the figure.

The young man seemed to be unable to hide the obsession in his eyes, his gaze was always on his side, but it was blocked by a thin layer of mermaid silk.

That gaze was mixed with attachment, longing, reverence,... and too much desire, making those originally clean eyes no longer clear.

Ling Wuzheng pursed his lips expressionlessly, and frowned slightly.

He raised his hand lightly, and the space in front of him turned into an illusion of ink marks, and what was projected on it turned out to be the daily life of the boy...

Ling Wuzheng looked at the illusion with a blank face, every move of the young man, his slender fingers seemed to be caressing intentionally or unintentionally, he still opened his mouth and answered the questions raised by the monks coldly, but his eyes fell on the illusion Nothing moved.

In the phantom, the boy got up, washed, practiced, ate, and bathed as before.

Then, Ling Wuzheng looked at it for a while, and there seemed to be something flashing in his light-colored pupils. He stretched out his hand and clicked in the illusion, and the part where the boy was bathing was enlarged.

At the beginning, the young man undressed awkwardly, muttering all the time, he seemed to be struggling, he was unwilling to take a bath, and even a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Ling Wuzheng quietly looked at the disgust in the young man's eyes, and there seemed to be some coldness in his eyes.

However, the young man seemed to give up on himself, came in calmly, lowered his head, stretched out his hand to undress and take a bath.

The quiet and well-behaved appearance made Ling Wuzheng want to lift his face and see what was hidden in those eyes.

However, Ling Wuzheng's eyes flickered when the young man undressed.

He withdrew his attention and looked at the young man with loose long hair in the water sunglasses. His slender body was covered by the bathtub, and his clear eyes were stained by the steaming mist.

Ling Wuzheng pursed his lips, his gaze coldly fixed on the young man in the illusion.

The young man took a breath, and seemed to wash his body indifferently. From his expression and movements, he didn't mind his bisexual body at all, and instead enjoyed soaking in the hot water.

Ling Wuzheng watched for a long time before withdrawing the coldness in his eyes, which turned into tenderness.

His cold eyes were full of affection, and he couldn't help but lightly part his affectionate lips, talking to himself obsessively.

"Should I call you Master, or Yao'er?"

Finally, he read softly: "Su Yao..."

There is a touch of charming nostalgia in the magnetic voice.

It was so difficult to meet this man.

Ling Wuzheng's eyes were full of loneliness. He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the young man in the dark mirror, but he realized that it was just an illusion of recording, so he had to withdraw his hand.

Ever since he traveled around the world on the Lantern Festival night, the child seemed to be a different person, and he was already suspicious.

What happened later only made this fact a reality step by step.

In the middle of the night, it was Su Yao who faced death calmly under his command.

On weekdays, she acted coquettishly and cutely to him, but it was another person who pestered him.

why?

So much so that the bisexual secret was exposed, and he warned the wayward teenager not to act recklessly.

He pushed the boy away, turned around and left, but watched the boy's every move afterward from the Xuanbing Cave Mansion.

He watched the boy faint from crying just now, and then he woke up again, as if nothing had happened.

He knew that his master, his Yao'er, had appeared.

After Su Yao fell asleep, Ling Wuzheng stepped into the room, picked up Su Yao and put him on the bed, talking to the system.

"'He' is less and less like him."

A remnant soul learned everything about Su Yao, trying to hide everything.

An unconscious remnant soul actually wants to occupy the dove's nest?Want to get his favor?

Ling Wuzheng has no expression on his face, he is not a fool.

The system did not answer his question directly.

Ling Wuzheng didn't care either, he only cared about his lover controlling his body.

So, that night, he couldn't restrain himself, and wantonly made love to the sleeping Su Yao.

After finally letting go of the boy's reddened lips in satisfaction, Ling Wuzheng frowned, panting lightly with restraint.

Then, his eyes fell on the young Bai Yu's feet.

In the final picture, his eyes were dark, he became paranoid, and kissed the slightly cool instep.

His Su Yao.

his master.

His remote son.

In the end, he looked at his lover who knew nothing, and his mouth turned into bitterness.

So, would you rather give your body to a remnant soul who has no connection with you than come out and face him?

Looking obsessively at the young man in the illusion, Ling Wuzheng whispered, his eyes were full of darkness.

"Why are you hiding from me..."

He retracted the phantom, and opened and closed his thin lips lightly.

"It's a pity... I never thought of letting you go."

Ling Wuzheng's eyes became cold.

The body called "Ling Suyao" is full, and her 19th birthday is approaching.

He only needs to wait another 420 days, 52 hours.

Su Yao will forever be a person in this world.

There was no way...to leave him.

While Ling Wuzheng was thinking, the familiar tearing pain surged up again.

He had a headache and could only support his forehead, frowning in displeasure.

Ling Wuzheng lowered his eyes, hiding the painful expression in his eyes.

If you want to get something, you must pay a price.

At the end of the chattering discussion, Ling Wuzheng remained expressionless, quietly glanced at the young man who was still below, and was about to go back when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Ling Wuzheng?"

Ling Wuzheng looked back indifferently, only to see a man in a white Taoist robe behind him, smiling at him.

That gentle face was [-]% similar to that of Lin Shuyao.

"You are."

The man in white's eyes flashed, and then he saluted modestly and politely, with a gentle and pleasant voice.

"Xuanyao from Taixu Palace."

Ling Wuzheng frowned.

What the hell is Ling Wu'an trying to do?

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Su Yao was thinking, watching the crowd of Taoist cultivators and disciples all disperse, and when he continued tomorrow, Su Yao was already yawning and wanted to leave, urging Ling Suyao to leave, complaining casually, he never wanted to come to this event again What a boring meeting.

Ling Suyao was different from him, all the time he was bragging in his ear how Ling Wuzheng refuted those words that tried to obtain forbidden arts and Taoism, and he praised Ling Wuzheng to the sky.

Su Yao endured the goosebumps, but felt that Ling Wuzheng might be the only one left in Ling Suyao's eyes, and he would never see anyone again.

He urged Ling Suyao to go back, but Ling Suyao's cheerful voice suddenly stopped. Su Yao found that Ling Suyao's face was not very good. Following Ling Suyao's gaze, he happened to see Ling Wuzheng leave. back.

Su Yao was stunned, he didn't seem to be dazzled, and he saw that there seemed to be another figure beside Ling Wuzheng.

It seemed to be a tall and straight Daoist in white clothes.

At that moment, Su Yao became quite concerned about who this man in white was...

Always feel, inexplicably familiar.

Then, Su Yao was disturbed by Ling Suyao's cursing, and looked away.

"Master has always been alone, who is that person?"

Who is it?

Su Yao didn't know either.

However, he just felt...uneasy.

The author has something to say: Ling Wu'an, who lost his horse quickly in front of Tiandao Ling Wuzheng: Knock on the mud!Master, he cheated! !

Su Yao: ...

Blackened Ling Wuzheng: Hehe