Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

"Twelve..." Feng Yangye didn't dare to move because of guilt, and his heart beat a lot faster: "You tomorrow..." Originally, he planned not to let his apprentice sleep with him in the future. Now that he has such dirty thoughts for no reason, he doesn't dare to be too intimate, but he can't say this... When he thinks that Shui Wufeng won't be by his side day and night, his heart palpitates badly, but Twelve Mingming Consolidation... Oh, no... My dear apprentice has already broken through to Divine Movement a few days ago... Ah, the apprentice's talent is so clever. He is in the early stage of Divine Movement in his 200s. He is so precious that he dare not say it outside. I'm afraid that people will find out and rob his apprentice. If he doesn't have the formation on his back, his cultivation speed will not be able to match. He is a genius among geniuses at twelve years old. Yes, it is simply the face of the Eastern Sea Conferred God... No, where did you think? ...Talent belongs to talent, and the cultivation base in the supernatural stage is not very good, how can I feel like I am relying on him?Even if you have some special feelings, shouldn't you be trying to love and pity your little apprentice?The up and down positions of Chunmeng are not quite right...

"Master, what's the matter tomorrow?" Shui Wufeng stopped the bleeding, gently wiped the blood on his face, felt that his face was not right, and began to worry if he was uncomfortable.

"...that... watch the meeting tomorrow, remember to stay next to the master, there are many people in the meeting, don't walk around alone," Feng Yangye swallowed the original words, and found it for himself An excuse, since I don't want to expose this special, it's better to keep it as it is... Otherwise, Twelve might guess something extravagantly, and this child has no father or mother, and his sudden estrangement will definitely make him sad, but he is not pregnant. Now that he is thinking like this, he doesn't want to upset his precious apprentice.

Shui Wufeng looked at the obvious seriousness on the face of the person in his arms, and didn't know what the other person was thinking, so he could only raise his hand to open Feng Yangye's eyebrows, "I won't wander around, I will always be by your side , won't go."

Feng Yangye's original restless mood suddenly calmed down a lot because of the other party's words of staying by his side. He sighed slowly, glanced over Shui Wufeng's muscular arm, and muttered softly: "It's not the same as I thought. It's the same..." I used to think that if I fell in love with a man, I would be a feminine and slender type, but I didn't expect that I would turn out to be such a tall, strong and masculine man... and he is also my most precious little apprentice.

"Master? Are you back already? I can't open the enchantment at your door, are you awake?" The door was suddenly slammed hard, and Rong Ning's voice sounded outside, scaring Feng Yang, who was harboring evil intentions, Ye panicked for a few seconds, sat up and pulled the quilt tightly to cover the young man next to him.

Shui Wufeng looked at Xianxiu who was behaving strangely, pulled off the quilt amusedly, stretched out his hand and pulled Feng Yangye's torn clothes back last night, covering half of the exposed red cherry.

Feng Yangye also realized that he was disheveled, so he held his apprentice's fingers nervously, "Rongning, go down and wait, don't disturb me..."

"Master, I begged the senior brother to take me and the third junior sister out for a stroll, and he asked me to see if you came back, and tell you," Rong Ning continued to ask without noticing anything unusual outside.

"Follow your senior brother closely, don't cause trouble outside," Feng Yangye has always been stricter in teaching Rong Ning according to his aptitude, but if it was Shui Wufeng, he would probably tell him not to be afraid of causing trouble. Bully.

Rong Ning happily responded, and immediately left his master to find his brothers and went for a walk on the street.

"Huh..." Feng Yangye heaved a guilty sigh of relief, collapsed into his apprentice's arms, "Twelve..."

"What's wrong?" Shui Wufeng looked down at his upturned face, and helped to straighten a few strands of black hair scattered around his face.

Feng Yangye got nervous and his heartbeat quickened again. He firmly felt that he had a different mind for his apprentice, so he got up in a hurry, "I need to retreat for a day to adjust my state, so as to prevent your brothers from having accidents in the martial arts fight tomorrow. It's too late to help..."

"Then I'll help you protect the dharma," Shui Wufeng smiled, and followed Feng Yangye to help him comb his hair. After being nostalgic for the delicate and smooth touch of Xianxiu's hair, he fixed it with a hairpin.

Feng Yangye looked back at the young man who was half a head taller than him with a complicated face, and was reluctant to refuse out of various thoughts, "If you are bored, ask Master to accompany you out... I won't be too deep in concentration."

"Okay, master, go to retreat, I will accompany you outside," Shui Wufeng nodded with a smile.

Seeing the clear and bright smile on the young man's face, Feng Yangye hurriedly responded, and fled to the underground quiet room in this kind of monk's inn for those who need to retreat.

Before Xianxiu sat still on the futon, a divine sense that he couldn't detect came around.

Shui Wufeng sat on the chair prepared for Dharma protectors outside the meditation room, closed his eyes and meditated, watching his master's every move through his spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing that Feng Yangye covered his face with a puzzled and sad expression, he almost buried his head between his coiled long legs... Shui Wufeng vaguely guessed that he might still remember what happened last night, but he didn't quite understand what he looked like now What does it mean to express... Thought I had a erotic dream?Are you shy?Does that mean I have something in mind?A smile formed on the corner of the monster's mouth.

Feng Yangye sits alone in the quiet room and wants to meditate quietly, but his mind is full but he can't get rid of the figure of the apprentice, and the details that he inadvertently remembered during the day and night are also popping up one by one... The apprentice's distinct knuckles, slender legs, and The texture of the skin between the waist and abdomen, the itching left by the slightly rough palms on the back of the neck when the big hands pinched it... and those eyes, those eyes that make people feel deep and unforgettable after just one glance... It contains the familiarity and peace engraved in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness...

He wiped his face and threw his long arms on his knees, forcing himself not to think about it anymore... He let out a foul breath, raised his back and began to meditate, and settled down to adjust the spiritual power in his dantian. .

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at the same time

West of the Temple of Heaven set up by the General Assembly

In a courtyard rented by the Dongsheng Shenzhou branch of the Tianshui Sect

The man with a soft face sat cross-legged in a certain elegantly decorated room, frowning and running his spiritual power, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the surrounding devil energy appeared and disappeared, but it was covered by the enchantment in the room and did not overflow.

After a long time, the man coughed violently a few times and spit out a mouthful of blackened bloody phlegm. His dark robe was wet and wet, emitting bursts of fishy smell.

"Hall master, are you there? The head of our Zongli Xihe Niuzhou invited you and Shang to participate in the conference tomorrow. I asked him and he seemed to want to ask us to borrow a spot..." The woman outside spoke carefully, her voice Quite lightly, as if afraid of him losing his temper.

Ming Yanxiu suppressed his injury, and replied in a cold voice: "Tell him that I'm not here... There are only 36 quotas in Tianshuizong, and each branch can only get nine. If you lend him a quota, you will get the dragon pattern gold." How many pills can Dan give me? Hmph..."

"Hall Master, calm down, this disciple will go and refuse," the female disciple who notified bowed, not daring to stay longer. I heard that Ming Yanxiu had a good temper in the past, but after being promoted to Jindan, he gradually became weird and repetitive every step of the way. , the disciples around him may be severely punished for their slightly offending words, especially after the death of Nie Shuiyan, he is the only hall master of Dongsheng Shenzhou. According to the rules of the sect, the beautiful and beautiful disciples of Xunzong acted as a cauldron to absorb the true energy for him, but the disciples under him were miserable and had nowhere to say anything, so they were all terrified of him.