Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

The author has something to say: Supplement the comprehension level of this article (Unification of Immortals and Demons):

Wendao, Consecration, Foundation Establishment, Qi Consolidation, Divine Movement, Jindan Hengjing (the monks of this level are generally called Shangxian), Xuanjingjing (each level is divided into early, middle and late stages)

Breaking through the above realms only needs to go through the heart tribulation (that is, closing the gate and one will die or live. If you fail to cross the tribulation, you will go crazy, and then everyone will be happy, GAME OVER!)

In the end, the cultivator of Xuanjing will go through the catastrophe of thunder and thunder, and if he breaks through the Xuanjing, he will be promoted to immortality!

After ascending to immortality, it is divided into: Primal Chaos Realm, Bright Spiritual Realm, and Ultimate Guiyuan Realm (Don't care about these realms at the moment, it will be a matter of future.)

By the way, let me mention the detailed settings: Jindan monks can live up to five or six thousand years (the appearance will basically remain the same after entering Jindan), Xuanjing can live for more than ten thousand years, and eternity is after being promoted to immortality.

When Shui Wufeng returned to the sect, it was still dark. This time, he figured out the way, and it only took him an hour to return to the gate of the Eastern Sea Fengshenzong. He was careful not to use this appearance to enter the sect. , but closed his eyes and sensed the phantom body, and directly turned his real body and melted back.

The sleepy young man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and was about to turn over and get out of bed, when he suddenly heard someone push open the outer door, walking in slowly and tiredly, and talking...

"Hiss...do you have such a naughty master? Do you know who is the master? Oops...my waist..."

The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Feng Yangye pushed open the door of the bedroom, threw the ice blue sword with scabbard on the table with a clang, dragged him madly and galloped all the way, and let him dodge With a sore back, he lifted the curtain that hadn't been put up in the morning, turned his head, and saw a face inside that was facing his own. He was stunned for a moment, and almost cried out. : "Ten... Twelve? What are you doing in my bed?"

Shui Wufeng looked calm: "...Didn't Master tell me to wait for you here?"

Feng Yangye frowned and smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the boy's head vigorously: "I am so cautious that Twelve can still be stupid, hahaha... You also save Master from warming your own bed, Come, come, sleep."

As he spoke, he raised his body casually, and his waist, back and cervical spine felt severe pain.

"Uh huh..." Feng Yangye bowed again in pain, and bumped into the boy who was getting up. Shui Wufeng hugged him subconsciously, his heart beat like a drum, and he unconsciously let go of his hands. He comforted the head curled up in his arms.

Feng Yangye couldn't stand the pain and didn't think it was strange, he groaned and crawled on the bed, "Twelve... You should learn less alchemy in the future, and learn sword refining, so that you can help your master get rid of that goddamn sword. Melted...uh...my back..."

"Okay..." The young man raised his eyes to look at the long sword on the table. The sword pretending to be dead felt a familiar and terrifying aura from him, and silently carried the sword back.

Shui Wufeng withdrew his gaze indifferently, the surrounding candles suddenly dimmed, suddenly brightened and suddenly dimmed, he clearly felt the person on his body wriggling slightly, and a burst of heat came from his lower abdomen... It was the fragrance of medicine, he felt the demonic nature stirring, his Adam's apple couldn't help but swallowed, and he wanted something urgently in his mind...it was this person...wanted to eat him.

In addition to this... I want... Shui Wufeng frowned in confusion... He couldn't tell what he wanted, but he felt a strange emotion sprouting in his heart, and the restless man because of the demonic nature The appetite is as strong and terrifying...

"Twelve... Don't move around, be good..." Feng Yangye hugged him gently, Shui Wufeng didn't refuse, obeyed the desire in his heart, and let himself enjoy the closeness of this body... …

Feng Yangye closed his eyes tiredly and put his weight down, not knowing whether he was dizzy or fell asleep.

At noon the next day, the monster, who fell asleep for some reason, opened his eyes, and saw Xianxiu lying on his body tilted his head and facing him, his slightly opened mouth opened and closed slightly like a fish. The hand slowly touched it, and when it touched the softness and moistness, Feng Yangye just moved his head, and slightly squeezed his fingertips, Shui Wufeng felt the strange feeling in his heart rise again... Slowly use Fingers pressed against Xianxiu's jaw, wanting to touch the softer tongue...

The sound of the door being pushed open came to the ears, and the monster reluctantly put his hands aside, closed his eyes and began to pretend to be asleep...

"Twelve? Twelve, don't go to sleep, the brothers and the others are back, and the master himself was left in Tong..." Rong Ning hurriedly opened the curtain and froze on the spot without moving. Staring at the two hugged together on the bed, he didn't turn his mind for a moment.

A slender arm stretched out slowly and hit his head hard, Feng Yangye, who was awakened, looked at him with half-opened eyes and frowning, with a hint of impatience in his hoarse voice: "Hurry up, your master, I'm sleepy ,stop fighting……"

"Oh... oh..." Rong Ning nodded blankly, and withdrew his hand stiffly, the curtain blocked the figure on the bed, but it couldn't stop the soft words inside.

"Twelve...keep sleeping, don't care about him..."

The junior brother who just entered the sect... can still share the bed with the master... Why has he been working in the sect for so long, but he has never been hugged and carried to bed by the master?Rong Ning walked out of the room in a puzzled way, and almost missed the elder brother who was waiting for him in his contemplation...

General Wucheng stopped him, frowning, he didn't even have time to change the clothes that were soiled yesterday: "Rong Ning, where is Twelve? We've already packed up and went to Tongcheng to find Master, let him also..."

"Brother, Master has returned," Rong Ning curled his lips, pretending to be old-fashioned and patted his brother on the shoulder, "Calm down, let the elders and brothers and sisters go back to rest, Master, he hugged the old man in the room." Twelve is sleeping..."

"Really?" Wu Cheng didn't respond for a moment and asked again.

Rong Ning nodded, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Oh, big brother, if you don't believe me, you can go in and have a look, I just got kicked out by Master... If you want me to say, let's think about how Master will punish us. , I'm so worried, why is twelve lives so good, you don't have to think about anything when you sleep in the house..."

"Master is fine..." Wu Cheng heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Rong Ning and raised his hand to pat his head, "Where did Master punish you for anything serious, at most it was just copying the mind five hundred times ..."

"The mental method of the Qi-consolidation stage alone is more than 800 words, and I think it's too much five times... Five hundred times, I must not copy it to death?...Brother, how about you help me?"

Wucheng relaxed, and smiled tiredly, "You have sold your senior brother, and you still expect your senior brother to help you copy the book? I will inform the elders that you don't have to go to Tongcheng, and you can copy your mind in advance, or Think about how to coax Master."

"Senior brother..." Rong Ning chased after him with a bitter face, and left the other courtyard of the head together.

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Nearly half a month later, the news that the head of Donghai Fengshenzong was delighted to acquire the ancient magic weapon spread to several major sects. Emperor Kui Lianshan sent a congratulatory letter, and nearby sects sent people to pay a visit. Qingyang Tianshui Sect, who had lost an elder of Jindan stage, came to greet him.

Feng Yangye avoided people at the moment and sat on the grass next to the Lingquan in the back mountain, roasting wild pheasants with the artifact that everyone was eagerly watching.

"Master uses this sword like this, those who wait to see the sword but can't see it will probably say that you are reckless," the young man soaked in the Lingquan looked at Feng Yangye smilingly staring at the pheasant, with the corner of his mouth showing Come smile.

Feng Yangye smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Twelve, your master is called Taming Sword... I not only use it to roast pheasants, but I will also use it to pick my teeth later."

The Lingjian, which was only captured by the coercion of the contract in the spiritual consciousness and reluctantly endured the humiliation, trembled with anger, Feng Yangye's hand holding the hilt of the sword was a little stronger, and smiled cheaply: "Oh, be obedient... .If I don’t pick your teeth, I can’t hear the jokes? I’m not stupid, I think you’re too thick to pick your kebabs, how can I pick my teeth, hahaha..."

Feng Yangye, a gentleman, looked up to the sky and laughed, the long sword in his hand suddenly lost his temper, dragged him forward for several meters, and a dragon flicked his tail, directly throwing Xianxiu into the pool .