[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

The mind is dizzy, and even the consciousness is in a cloud of fog, unable to distinguish clearly.Suddenly, Yang Jian felt that he was in a stagnant atmosphere, and even his thoughts froze.

The last thing that flashed in memory was Master's familiar but unfamiliar face.

Such a master, with a deep gloomy and bewitching look in his eyebrows and eyes, is like a fairy or a demon.Full of contradictions and depraved atmosphere.

However, compared with what Yang Jian has seen before, any illusions of monsters and beauties in the world are more confusing.

"Jian'er is awake?"

The next moment, Yang Jian's familiar voice, which seemed to imply unfamiliar waves, rang in his ears.The eyes that were originally powerless and shrouded in darkness, had a familiar coolness and touch on the eyelids.

That is... the fingertips and warmth that belong to Master.

As Master Yuding's words that did not require an answer fell, the fingertips also left.Yang Jian finally raised his eyelids accordingly.

What fell into the eyes of the chief disciple of the three generations of interpretation and teaching was overwhelming redness.It is like a scorching fire, burning everything.For no reason, it set off a huge shock in the heart of this always cold and self-restraining True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao.

And no matter how gorgeous and scorching red it was, when it came into contact with the standing white figure, it seemed to lose its brilliance.It only made that person look like ice like jade, like a fairy like a demon.Even the light and shadow of the nine heavens are all in one body, but it is not as good as it.

It seems to feel Yang Jian's gaze, or in other words, the eyes that stared at Yang Jian have never been far away for a moment.Dressed in white and silver-haired, with a handsome and ethereal face, he seemed to be passing away in the wind, but with a surprisingly deep and bewitching smile on his lips, he held back all his charms.

Even in Yang Jian's eyes, he was shaken.

"Master..."

As if being confused, he revealed his identity.In the depths of Yang Jian's pupils, there was deep worry and guard.

He didn't know what happened to the master, just like him at this time, he didn't know why Master Yuding tied him up in this small room, in the bed.However, what Yang Jian can clearly and clearly perceive is how critical and abnormal Master's situation is at this time.

"Unbreakable..."

The fingertips lightly touched Yang Jian's pulse gate, and removed the trace of mana that his disciple had secretly condensed.The real Yuding lifted the tails of his eyes slightly upwards, leaned down little by little, put his thin lips close to Yang Jian's ears, laughed charmingly and dangerously, and repeated as if he was talking to himself:

"You can't break free, Jian'er."

A low smile passed from the lips that were close to each other, and it was accompanied by the vibration that was pressed on the master's chest.Yang Jian suddenly realized that he was ignoring the astonishing fact that He knew it.

However, before Yang Jian woke up from the shock, he responded.The hand that belonged to Master Yuding Master was slender and well-defined, which was very suitable for holding a sword, so he began to explore it bit by bit, slowly and firmly.

Those who have achieved something will always be the most determined and unyielding group in the world.Behind the high and inhuman fireworks, what he pays is the loneliness and torture that ordinary people can't imagine.

Therefore, when faced with the things they are interested in, the patience and exploration they pay are unimaginable to others.

But this kind of patience and exploration, for Yang Jian at this time, is unspeakably intolerable and tormented.

Just like a dehydrated fish, full of scorching and dryness, almost wanting to burn him... to death.

It's just that even in such a situation, the actions of this cold and indifferent Kunlun Shangxian and the sword master Slaying Immortal who seem to be indifferent to human fireworks do not contain any fireworks.Just like an indifferent and persistent swordsman, bit by bit, he was searching for the mystery of the sword technique.

This also made Yang Jian, who thought he knew the truth, become uncertain.

His master, cold and lonely, is better than the moon in the sky, but he is a more detached existence than the immortals who eat the wind and drink the dew.

How could such a master be easily linked to those... unethical things.

But the slow and firm movements of Master Master Yuding, and the substantive feelings that belong to the instinct of the body, are clearly reminding him:

What is real and what...is deceiving oneself.

"Master!"

Short, eager, blurted out with an inexplicable voice.The next moment, the thin lips that belonged to Master Yuding Master, with a cool feeling, were printed on Yang Jian's lips, blocking his next words.

There seemed to be a lingering smoke rising from the corner of the wall, and the clothes that covered the body also fell off as the lips and tongues intersected.What is presented in front of each other is the original and unmasked form.

The weak body tensed little by little, the power contained in the flesh and blood still remained, but it was as difficult to support as loose sand.The force of resistance is so subtle, so subtle that the young Taoist with red face, white hair and extremely cool and handsome face doesn't even need to use too much strength.

At the last moment when his breath was about to be exhausted, what fell into Yang Jian's ears were the words of Master Yuding, who was almost sighing:

"Jian'er, my heart pleases you."

Words like a cold front, like an ice spring, but also like hot magma, bit by bit stripped Yang Jian from the mixed, cold and scorching emotions.What came into Yang Jian's mind was the master who had never aged in the slightest in different scenes over thousands of years.

In the end, it overlaps into the handsome and indifferent face in front of him, but at the same time, he looks like a fairy, a demon, and a bewitching face.

"Master, we are... masters and apprentices, not to mention... disciples are not... women!"

Hesitant and firm, barely maintaining that indifference, Yang Jian said the established fact indifferently.

Erlang Xiansheng and Zhenjun with a handsome appearance, although he was born with a good face that is known in the three worlds, he does not have any femininity.Nor will it be easy for people to misidentify it as a woman.

It is the same as that of Tuzhufu powder, which has a unique taste and is indeed different.

"Pin Dao knows it."

There was an undisguised, mocking smile in the eyes, and the skin-to-skin real Yuding suddenly pressed the thin lips into the corners of Yang Jian's lips again, and said vaguely with a slight biting:

"Did Jian'er think that Pindao would make a mistake with this?"

From the beginning to the end, the actions of the Kunlun Immortal never changed because of the trivial resistance of the only disciple, or because of changing the subject.

With a cultivation base as profound as this Master of Explanation and Teaching, naturally, there will be no confusion.

But what greeted Yang Jian next was a violent storm.The coldness and indifference between his expressions faded little by little, and they were stained with worldly desires.The darkness and gloom in the pupils were not concealed, and what Daoist Yuding showed in the disciple's eyes was deep paranoia and madness.

It's just that Yang Jian, who is in it at the moment, is unable to think too much.It can only float up and down in the huge waves, and then sink.