Discussing The Correct Posture To Enjoy Dog Food

After picking the fruit of Xinghai Nishang at noon the next day, Gou Liang and Mo Yinchu were not in a hurry to try their luck in the secret formation, but returned to the mustard seed to let Gou Liang refine the Nishang fruit to improve his cultivation.

Mo Yin didn't eat the Nishang fruit at the beginning, after all, he had to rely on the secret method of dual cultivation to get Ling Tianjian back into his hands, provided that Gou Liang's cultivation base was higher than his.

At this time, he was trying to refine Fuxin Pill with the nectar of Xinghai Nishang.

Patriarch Yunxiao fled in a hurry, and found that Li Minghua's Sumeru ring had been dropped by Dieyin, so he threw it away and fled for his life without even caring about transferring the supplies in the ring.And Li Minghua, as the most promising junior of Lingxiao Sect, and with the training of the ancestor Yunxiao over the years, there are all kinds of alchemy things in Xumijie, and there are not a few high-grade alchemy recipes.

Among them happened to be the formula of Fuxin Pill.

With Gou Liang's cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Core, the spiritual power contained in the Wannian Nishang Fruit is too strong, he can barely absorb one, and it took him three days to absorb it.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a piercing explosion.

Bang.

Mo Yinchu, the ancestor of the sword cultivator who was distracted to see him, exploded without any accident.

Gou Liang glanced at the discarded medicinal herb dregs in the cauldron, held his nose and said in distaste: "Fortunately, my teacher doesn't expect you to wash my hands and make soup for me. It's a waste of money."

At the beginning, Mo Yin said that what the master taught was correct, but he still looked at the burnt black pill furnace, and he still didn't give up the appearance of starting another furnace.

Gou Liang waved his hands to clean up the mess, and said to Mo Yinchu: "Bring me Danfang to have a look."

Mo Yinchu offered it with both hands, only to see Gou Liang glanced at it with his divine sense, and then prepared the neon clothes, flower dew and other herbs needed, and took out the usual kitchen utensils from Xu Mijie, to cook these herbs .

Gou Liang boiled the pot and ignited the fire, and the amount of ingredients he used was at his fingertips. It was all based on his feeling that it was not as rigorous as Mo Yinchu's refining according to the alchemy recipe.

Seeing this, Mo Yin opened his mouth at the beginning, but in the end he didn't stop him from messing around.

Although these herbal medicines are precious, first of all, they are not short of seductive flower dew, and secondly, those herbal medicines are obtained from Li Minghua's Sumeru precepts, so there is still a surplus, so it's okay to mess around with him.

I don't want to, after a while, a strong fragrance hits my nostrils.

The fire he used was not ordinary fire, but the strange fire that the original master Lu Xun specially found for cooking.The shape of the flame is like a lotus platform under the seat of Guanyin. The fire is divided into three parts, the small fire is dark blue, the medium fire is purple blue, and the big fire is purple red. It is called "Three-color Guanyin".With its blessing, Gou Liang's culinary skills have been greatly enhanced.

When Mo Yin met for the first time, he couldn't help worrying about his apprentice's publicity, and he didn't know how many Danxiu would be envied by this handwriting.

The fragrance is mellow, stronger than Danxiang.Mo Yinchu was a man of knowledge, and when he smelled its fragrance, he knew that the properties of the medicine had dissipated, and the first step of alchemy was successful.It's a pity that it is stewed in a pot and cannot be condensed like a pill furnace.

With a thought in his mind, he said: "Master is quite talented in alchemy, why don't you give it a try? Don't you always regret that those alchemists don't have the quality and taste of spiritual chefs?"

Gou Liang raised his lips and smiled: "I don't want to take Danxiu's job as a teacher, otherwise if I become serious as a teacher, the Lingxiao Gate will have to close down."

Mo Yinchu: "... what Master said is very true."

Gou Liang: "Hahahaha."

The master and apprentice joked and boasted, the scent of the medicine became more and more charming, the transparent nectar and a dried herbal medicine had been boiled, and the color of the soup slowly changed from water color to a light orange like the milky milk of neon fruit.

Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Gou Liang adjusted it to purple-blue medium heat, took out a jade gourd and said to Mo Yinchu, "It's really fragrant. When I put some wine ingredients for the teacher, the taste must be more perfect."

He was very happy, and regardless of Mo Yin's hesitant disapproval at the beginning, he poured the spirit wine and used his hand as a fan, smelled the fragrance, and sighed intoxicatedly.

"Releasing the spirit wine is really a stroke of genius, wonderful. Let's wait for the master to cook two side dishes and serve a bowl of spirit rice. It is really a supreme enjoyment."

When Mo Yin first saw him licking his lips greedily, saying that he really took out the ingredients and prepared to cook, he was shaking his head and laughing, when he suddenly heard thunder.

Gou Liang was taken aback, "How can there be thunder in the mustard seeds?"

Mo Yinchu said: "This is the voice of Lei Jie. Could it be that someone in the secret realm broke through the Nascent Soul..."

"No, how do I hear this voice is coming towards us—fuck it!"

Before Gou Liang could finish his sentence, a thunderbolt suddenly struck down without warning, pointing directly at the soup pot in front of him!

It was too late to say it, but before the soup was destroyed, the power of the prehistoric power surged in Gou Chihuo Liang's body. Mo Yinchu, who was in the Nascent Soul Stage, had just realized that he had already jumped several feet away with the soup pot in his hands. !

A fiery cloud of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared in the perennially cloudless sky of Xumi Mustard. Before Gou Liang could breathe a sigh of relief, the second thunder came one after another.

Dan Jieyun?

No, not Dan Jie.But Mo Yinchu has never seen this kind of fiery red robbery cloud, nor has he heard that the food cooked by the spiritual chef can attract thunder robbery.This is really...

"Fuck, stop following me! Mo Yinchu, what are you doing, stop it!"

Gou Liang's yell brought back Mo Yinchu's mind, he didn't intend to protect Gou Liang from the thunder, this thing is a good opportunity for the monk.But seeing that the fourth thunder tribulation had already surpassed the coercion that Jindan cultivators could resist, Mo Yin forgot his original intention of letting Gou Liang practice when he first ascended, and quickly flew to block it.

After three more thunder tribulations, the last one hit with accumulated power, and even Mo Yinchu couldn't face the sharp edge directly, so he hurriedly sacrificed his magic weapon to resist, and only then escaped the disaster.

Eight Lightning Tribulations, Eight Grade Spirit...soup?

Mo Yinchu didn't know whether it was a joke or praised Gou Liang for his specialization in Shuye. Lei Jie, who broke through the Nascent Soul, was not as loud as cooking this bowl of soup.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

Seeing that the fire cloud dissipated, Gou Liang dared to put down the soup pot, shook his hands and cried out.

Mo Yin first grabbed his hand and took a look, the flame power left by "Three-Color Guanyin" on the ear of the black iron pot almost cooked Gou Liang's hand!

"you!"

Mo Yinchu suddenly became angry, it can be seen that Gou Liang was screaming for pain while blowing on his palm, his stupid and stupid appearance caught him off guard by a strange emotion, he couldn't say anything When he came out, he hurriedly summoned Lingquan water to wrap his hands and heal him.

After the pain subsided, Gou Liang finally had the energy to curse: "What's the matter, I never heard that boiling soup can cause thunder."

At this time, Mo Yinchu didn't want to discuss with him the common sense that any treasure in this world may attract thunder, so he said angrily: "Why didn't you see you screaming pain just now, didn't you know it was hot?"

Gou Liang: "...it comes to grab food from me, how can I care so much about it?"

Mo Yin said at first, "You're always going to be corrupted by this greedy mouth!"

Gou Liang pursed his mouth and didn't refute, but felt terribly aggrieved.

It's fine if his husband's affection for him is only 66, even the Lord God Law doesn't love him anymore, and he insisted on chasing him after shouting to stop, it's exhausting to love.

Mo Yinchu looked at his wet peach blossom eyes with a soft heart, and didn't realize his fall, so his tone softened first: "Don't be so nonsense next time, the soup is gone and you can cook it again, what if it hurts you. "

As he spoke, he waved away the Lingquan water, looked carefully at Xia Gouliang's hands, and let go after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, and said, "Go and drink the soup. Since it is an eighth-grade treasure appraised by the Dao of Heaven, it should be good. I just don't know what to do with it." How does Fuxin Dan compare?"

He filled Gou Liang with a bowl of soup, but Gou Liang held the soup bowl in both hands but didn't drink it, instead he looked straight at him.

Mo Yinchu was taken aback by him, so he asked him hesitantly: "Master, why don't you drink?"

"It's nothing." Gou Liang replied vaguely, and after taking a sip of hot soup, he suddenly said, "Yin Chu, you looked at me like that just now..."

"Huh?" Mo Yin didn't know why at first.

Gou Liang grinned and said with bright eyes, "I thought you were going to kiss me."

Mo Yin paused at the beginning, he didn't know what his expression was at this time, but his heart suddenly beat wildly, and a certain emotion that he ignored just now surged into his heart again, which made him happy, and made him irritable, giving birth to a kind of An inexplicable impulse came.

"Hmm." Gou Liang said with frowned eyebrows and deep dimples, "It's just like now."

This time, Mo Yinchu clearly felt the touch of the heart being hit, and for a moment he couldn't take his eyes off Gou Liang's proud and joyful face.

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"Master, are you... are you asking me for a kiss?"

Mo Yinchu's throat was a little tight, but after saying this, he had already leaned over and kissed Gou Liang's dimple, and then backed away.

"I didn't say that." Gou Liang's eyes were full of smiles, and after drinking a bowl of medicinal soup, he handed the bowl to Mo Yinchu and said, "It tastes very good, you should try it too."

Mo Yin got up to fill the soup at the beginning, turned around and sat down next to Gou Liang, watching him happily drinking the soup while saying: "No, Fuxin soup is useless to me, drink more."

Gou Liang finished the soup in small sips, and was not in a hurry to ask him to fill the third bowl. He looked up at Mo Yinchu and said, "You really don't want to taste it. The taste... will definitely not disappoint you."

As he spoke, he licked his lips, his face full of unsatisfactory and unconscious seduction.

Mo Yinchu looked at the tip of his pink tongue and his moist red lips, and immediately remembered the taste of "tasting" them last night. Before Gou Liang urged him, he lowered his head to taste the delicacy in Gou Liang's mouth.

Gou Liang responded to him without hesitation, and laughed uncontrollably and happily during the kiss.There was a triumphant smile in his eyes, it was clear that he was trying to seduce him just now, it can be seen from his happy appearance that Mo Yinchu was not annoyed at all, but his heart was surging.

The soaring sweetness of the soul power exposed his emotional changes in front of Gou Liang. At a certain critical point, Mo Yinchu finally couldn't help stretching out his hand to tighten his waistband into his arms, and cupped his face with the other hand , the rough palm moved down along Gou Liang's delicate skin and caressed his neck eagerly.

"Little pit..."

Mo Yinchu's always clear and calm eyes gradually became blurred, and he murmured subconsciously, kissing him more domineeringly.

Gou Liang trembled all over, his mind captured by the delicious soul power became clear for a moment, but this trace of sobriety brought a deeper desire.

It's only been a few months, but he feels like he hasn't heard him call himself that for a long time.

This world is very different from before, and the favorability is rising slowly.Gou Liang is still familiar with Mo Yinchu's temperament and unconscious micro-expressions, but Mo Yinchu treats him nothing special, as if he is no different from those insignificant people whose favorability in his eyes is 0.Even though he bothered to approach him with a purpose, he never let go of his defenses, which once made Gou Liang feel frustrated.

However, monks in the high-level world have never mentioned deep sleep, they are always vigilant—especially Mo Yinchu, who has lived for countless years and will never be half-slack, Gou Liang has no chance and dare not be easily in him Using empathy props on his body, it is impossible to confirm whether the 1% of the main god's consciousness exists in Mo Yinchu's sea of ​​consciousness.

It wasn't until he heard him calling himself that Gou Liang's heart was finally at ease.

Mo Yin felt his emotions fluctuate at the beginning, and the gesture of kissing him back was lingering and gentle, but the strength of hugging him seemed to be exhausted, to the point where he felt pain.

Immediately, he noticed the strangeness in Gou Liang's body, and quickly got out of the confusion.

"...Yinchu?"

Gou Liang's eyes were clouded, and he looked at Mo Yinchu panting lowly, with a frail expression in his obsession, and his eyes were openly trying to keep him.

Mo Yinchu's heart couldn't stop, he couldn't hold back the temptation and bowed his head to kiss him, then let go of him and said: "You are feverish, the medicinal soup has taken effect, fast luck refining."

Gou Liang: "..."

He pursed his lips and grudgingly grunted.

"Don't mess around, hurry up."

When Mo Yin first saw that he was still leaning on him, he patted his back and urged him.Gou Liang squinted his eyes, suddenly laughed, hugged Mo Yinchu's neck hard, his legs wrapped around his waist effortlessly, and said: "I think this posture is more effective in meditation."

Saying that, he didn't give Mo Yinchu time to react, he closed his eyes and went to work on his luck.

Mo Yinchu: "..."

He stood there for a long while before finally moving.

Putting the unfinished medicinal soup into the Sumeru Precepts, he hugged the dog beam that was clinging to him like a sloth to the edge of the Lingquan Pool, carefully hugged him and sat in the pool, and used the Lingquan to help him absorb it. Medicinal properties.

Gou Liang in his arms was very quiet at this moment, there was no eye-catching smile on his face, nor did he tease his cunning, or was in a daze of intoxication, but Mo Yinchu couldn't help but stare at him.

He was at a loss, unable to figure out how he and Gou Liang could develop into such an intimate relationship now.

Mo Yinchu didn't feel anything about their becoming a Taoist couple at the time. There are many monks in the cultivation world who form a Taoist couple for mutual benefit, and it has never had anything to do with love.What's more, the Dao is ruthless, and monks feel that it is easy to not be emotional. Once emotional, they will have demons, which is beneficial and harmless to the immortal journey.

At the beginning of Mo Yin's life, he never thought of falling in love with anyone, let alone such a heartless and unpredictable little disciple.

But after living for so long, he has never had the urge to hold someone in his arms like this moment.

I don't know why this strong desire to take Gou Liang as his own came from, but Mo Yinchu felt that it wasn't a bad feeling.At least, now he is practicing meditation and still doesn't forget to act like a baby to him, hugging the little things he doesn't let go, his heart is extremely full and stable.

He lowered his head, lightly touched Gouliang's forehead with his lips, and thought to himself: ... What's so rare about this little thing.

But the movement of holding him tightened unknowingly.

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Six hours later, Gou Liang opened his eyes.

The process of Nascent Soul's remodeling went very smoothly, but Gou Liang was not very happy, instead he muttered with some regret: "Normal Soul's early stage..."

Mo Yinchu was picking him up from the pool, he was startled when he heard this, and then laughed out loud: "No rush."

Gou Liang's face flushed suddenly, this guy unexpectedly heard what he was regretting right away.

"If you don't come down, does the master want to rely on me for the rest of his life?"

Mo Yinchu made fun of him, and patted Gou Liang's ass while talking.

Like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, Gou Liang jumped off the ground and said angrily, "Presumptuous, no matter how big or small, you're not paying attention to being a teacher anymore."

"How dare you disciple, Master really wronged me."

Having said that, Mo Yinchu's expression was completely different.

After confirming his heart for Gou Liang, Mo Yinchu also shed the pretense of gentleness and humility in front of others, and acted according to his will.

Gou Liang snorted, and generously ignored him.

Mo Yinchu worked out formulas to dry the water stains on Gou Liang's clothes, and asked him, "Master, do you want to continue refining the spirit soup?"

Gou Liang shook his head, "The soup doesn't have much effect anymore, let's go back to the secret realm to have a look. This ancient and powerful cave is just different, maybe next time we'll be lucky, and we can meet someone better than Xinghai Nishang——"

As he spoke, Gou Liang's voice paused.

Mo Yinchu also heard the clank of the sect order on Gou Liang's body, it was the disciple of Seven Swords asking him for help.

The two looked at each other, and it was not too late, they stepped out of the mustard seed sword and galloped towards the dispatching place.

Far away, Gou Liang saw the nephews and nephews who were besieged by trapped monsters on the lake bank. Before he jumped off the flying sword, he heard the system shout:

[Master, look quickly!Under the lake is actually a tomb palace, which is full of dual cultivation skills, not one book or two, but one room after another! !Oops, this funerary object is too filthy, I am ashamed~~]

The tone is full of excitement.

Gou Liang: ...Brother Wu Wu, so you are such a demon cultivator. ⊙ω⊙