The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

After a while, Yuan Ruzhou walked out of Xu Xingzhi's hall.

Her eye circles were reddish, and she was in a daze, as if she had been forcibly woken up when she just started dreaming. She seemed to wake up, but the suction of the dream made her want to fall back into it again.

She could hear that Xu Xingzhi had tried his best to express his refusal in the most euphemistic way.

But what does that help?

When she returned to the Miaofa Hall where Lord Guangfu lived, Lord Guangfu just stepped out of the main hall, saw her and raised his voice: "Ru Zhou, come here."

Lord Guangfu always had strict requirements on the appearance of his disciples. Yuan Ruzhou had already tidied up in front of the three mirrors before entering the hall, and made sure that the redness in the corners of her eyes and eyes had disappeared before she dared to enter.

Lord Guangfu did not see any clues, and after giving this order, he turned and went into the main hall again.

Yuan Ruzhou straightened his cloud sleeves, and was about to step forward, when he suddenly handed out a handkerchief folded squarely from the side: "Senior Sister Yuan."

Yuan Ruzhou raised his head, and saw Xu Pingsheng, who was tending flowers and plants outside the hall, was holding a clean handkerchief, and said to her a little nervously: "If the handkerchiefs are not enough, I have some more here."

She put in so much effort just now, thinking that she has arranged her appearance well enough, who would have thought that someone would see the clues at a glance, and she couldn't help but laugh: "...you know that I cried before?"

Xu Pingsheng: "It can be seen."

These four words were as heavy as if there was a piece of lead falling on the tip of his tongue. In order to say these four words clearly, he broke out in a hot sweat.

Yuan Ruzhou took his handkerchief: "Thank you."

When handing the handkerchief to Yuan Ruzhou, Xu Pingsheng touched her fingertips.

That skin was as cold as ice and snow, but soon, the place she touched was like being licked by a prairie fire.

Xu Pingsheng let go of his hand quickly after being burned, but immediately regretted it.

Yuan Ruzhou saw his eyebrows and eyes, and for some reason, he could see a little shadow of Xu Xingzhi from inside.

She quickly looked away, her eyes were a little sour, but her face was watertight.

Yuan Ruzhou clenched the handkerchief tightly and said softly, "I'll use it for now. When I go back, I'll wash the handkerchief before returning it to you."

Xu Pingsheng wanted to say that it's good for you to keep it, but when he said it, he simplified it into a well-behaved word "good".

Seeing Yuan Ruzhou turned around to leave, Xu Pingsheng chased after a few steps: "Senior sister, there is a poetry, wine and tea party at the Disciple Hall tonight, can you... can you come?"

The Hall of Disciples is adjacent to a mountain stream and a peach grove. In spring, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the disciples often hold poetry, wine and tea parties in the peach grove by the stream.

Yuan Ruzhou was looking for a place where he could sing and sing to his heart's content, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will go."

After that, she walked towards the main hall.

Xu Pingsheng stood where he was, not only feeling sorry for her unexplained tears, but also trembling slightly because of the ambiguous touch just now.

When he started pruning flower branches again, he never used his left hand which was touched by Yuan Ruzhou just now.

Xu Xingzhi was very busy because he had to deal with various matters related to the comparison of the Tianbang, and even the invitations to the poetry, wine and tea party delivered by his disciples were left idle by him.

Busy until the sun went down, he still hadn't received a reply from Meng Chongguang's spiritual letter.

Although after Yuan Ruzhou left, Xu Xingzhi quickly sent Meng Chongguang a spiritual letter for explanation, but the three letters before and after were like nothing.

As a last resort, Xu Xingzhi handed another spiritual letter to disciple Fengling who was traveling with Meng Chongguang.

In less than a stick of incense, he received a reply letter: "Senior Brother, Brother Meng has a bad temper these past few days, and today he is even more moody. He beats and beats in the room, saying that he wants to track down the lair of those ghouls. Where, never return to Fengling for ten and a half months."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Run away from home, right?

OK, wait.

It will be five days after the match between Tianbang. When the race schedule officially starts, there are not so many things to do, so he will go to Nanshan Col to catch this angry little thing.

Thinking like this, Xu Xingzhi didn't feel relieved. After soaking in the hot spring for half an hour, he carried the jug and planned to go to the Green Bamboo Hall to drink with his master.

Who would have thought that he would bump into Mr. Guangfu outside the Qingzhu Hall in the dark.

The fragrance of bamboo permeates the clothes, the shadows of pine trees are clear, everything in front of me should be a beautiful scene in spring, but Lord Guangfu has a gloomy and gloomy face, standing alone in front of the hall with his arms folded.

There were no disciples guarding the gate of the palace, so Xu Xingzhi smelled an unusual smell. Just as he was about to go forward to ask the Lord Guangfu what happened, he heard a strange noise coming from the closed palace gate.

"Uh-uh, uh~"

That voice was a bit painful, but it was more trembling and joy that pierced into the bones, like clouds and moons melting together, like fish and water meeting each other.

Although Xu Xingzhi is not a human being, how can he not understand what this is.

Mr. Qing Jing's voice is unique, soft and soft, and when he hums in a low voice at this time, it is really provocative.

But this sound made the Lord Guangfu who was guarding the door restless. Seeing Xu Xingzhi approaching, he changed his face first, and waved his hands at him a few times, signaling him to leave quickly, but after thinking about it again, he He changed his mind and beckoned him to come over.

Xu Xingzhi actually wanted to go faster, but he couldn't disobey Lord Guangfu, so he had to bite the bullet and walk over: "Uncle, Master, is he drunk again?"

"Who knows?" Guangfu Jun's face was dark, and he had pinched a few sharp cracks on the edge of the bamboo slips he was holding, "I came here to see your master because I have something important to discuss. , but he actually..."

How could such a strict and self-restraining person like Mr. Guangfu easily say the word "self-blasphemy", and he could not bear it until his face turned blue: "You...you go in and take a look."

Xu Xingzhi wondered: "Uncle, you dare not enter, is it appropriate to drag me to be this back? Besides, if I see Master... In that case, what face will Master have in the future?"

Lord Guangfu was about to say something, when he heard a high-pitched cry of pain from the tightly closed door: "Ah... ah! Lighten up, lighten up!"

Mr. Guangfu's face flushed red, and he looked even more excited than the one at the door, wishing to slap himself unconscious with the bamboo roll in his hand for peace of mind.

He turned and knocked on the door unbearably: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Open the door!"

Xu Xingzhi faintly felt that there was something strange: "Master, is there anyone else in Master's room?"

Mr. Guangfu didn't even dare to turn his face back, he just pointed his red neck at Xu Xingzhi: "How is it possible? Brother has always lived alone in the Green Bamboo Hall, and there are only two servants, and I dismissed them all."

Xu Xingzhi frowned for a moment, stepped forward and shook the door, and found that the door had been sealed by spiritual power.

He could only helplessly spread his hands and said: "Master, my cultivation level is not as good as Master's, so I can't get in."

After finishing speaking, he knocked on the door: "Master, Master? You should lower your voice."

The hall was silent for a moment, but after a while, there was the creaking and shaking of the bed, and the soft nasal humming sounded continuously.

Well, probably really drunk.

Xu Xing leaned against the door with one palm, pulled out the "Xianbi" from his waist, and channeled his spiritual power, the "Xianbi" turned into a spiritual net with thousands of knots, spread out, and all of them were attached to the outer wall of the Green Bamboo Hall. Immediately, all the outgoing voices were swallowed up by the spiritual net.

Xu Xingzhi bowed respectfully to Lord Guangfu: "Uncle Master, you go back first. I will guard Master here."

After confirming that he could not hear the melancholy voice, Lord Guangfu regained some seriousness in embarrassment, and said angrily: "Nonsense! If the disciples hear this, it will be worth it! He, the master of Fengling Mountain Do you want to lose face?!"

Xu Xingzhi comforted him and said: "What absurd things can't a drunk person do? Master did not do this out of his own heart, so don't be so anxious to get angry, your uncle will hurt your body for nothing."

Having said that, but Xu Xingzhi had some doubts floating in his heart.

He has followed Qing Jingjun so far, and he is used to seeing him in various states of drunkenness. He also has times when he is drunk again, but Qing Jingjun has no interest in carnal desires, his body is like glass, and his inside and outside are clear. ?

Lord Guangfu clenched the bamboo roll tightly in his hand, and said "outrageous" a few times in shame and embarrassment, finally swallowed his anger, blushed, and brushed his clothes away.

Xu Xingzhi sat down on the steps of the Green Bamboo Hall and acted as a guard.

Going back to the left and right, the hall is empty, no matter where you stay, it's the same.

Soon, the sky began to rain, little by little.

The light rain seemed to be leaking, and the momentum was not strong. Xu Xingzhi even heard the singing and laughing from the direction of the disciple hall from a distance, and thought of the poetry, wine and tea party that would be held by the peach blossom forest in the mountain stream tonight.

It seems that the rain will not delay the beautiful scenery and enjoyment of these disciples.

Just thinking about those young and carefree faces, a smile appeared on Xu Xingzhi's face.

People say that cultivating immortals seeks longevity, but what is the use of real longevity?

Xu Xingzhi sat in front of the steps, resting his head on the railing made of green bamboo.

With these people as companions, it would be nice to live a long life.

However, in the hall where the sound was blocked, Lord Qing Jing was not having a good time lying on the couch.

The plain brocade sheet laid out on the couch was tightened by his bite, and a pool of water was blurring along his white lips. He was rolling back and forth, his body was bulging and commotion, his lips were burning and he opened and closed to moan.

A round and big tear dripped from the end of his slightly reddened eye, and meandered down along the wet tear trail.

But from the beginning to the end, he never opened his eyes, only the spiritual veins in his body were running regularly, occasionally shining like stars.

In Mr. Qingjing's ups and downs of sea of ​​consciousness, originally there should be only one Nascent Soul, but at this moment, there are two villains in the shape of a Nascent Soul slowly flirting with each other, turning over, slowly deepening, and slowly shaking.

The face of the person in the upper position is unclear, but it is vaguely discernible that there is a strong evil color in the eyebrows and eyes, and the endless desire is rolling in the crow-blue eyes.

The person below was obviously exhausted from the protracted intercourse, so he could only let his hands caress his golden skin, his belly was hot and his lips were scorched, and he felt that every bone in his body was filled.

Spiritual roots are the foundation of monks, and in the sea of ​​consciousness of cultivation, every simple touch can go straight to the tendons, not to mention such an intimate spiritual and physical intercourse.

After hundreds of times of ups and downs, the people below are already walking in breath, sweating like beads, lying on their side in the sea of ​​consciousness, letting the pale golden waves wrap him like a cocoon and sink into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Withdrawing from the sea of ​​consciousness, the "Mr. Qing Jing" who was lying on the couch got up in disheveled clothes.

He wiped off the sweat from his forehead, stood up and looked in the mirror, the face in the mirror was ashamed, and the water in his eyes was rippling, but immediately changed into an arrogant and strange face.

"Mr. Qing Jing" tapped the mirror with his fingertips, and the mirror was like the surface of water touched, with ripples forming layer by layer.

After a while, Liu Yunhe's face appeared in the mirror.

Seeing this face at first glance, Liu Yunhe couldn't hide his excitement, folded his hands flat, bent down and bowed: "Master!"

"Mr. Qing Jing" crossed his hands on the edge of his hair, and lifted the loose blue hair back, revealing a clean and refreshing forehead, and let out an evil smile so magnetic that it could easily melt: "You have changed to worship my brother, Having been his disciple for so many years, how can I, Saluo, be qualified to be called 'Master' by you?"

Liu Yunhe was thousands of miles away from the person in front of him, but he was covered in cold sweat by a few words out of thin air, and he didn't even dare to raise his head: "I don't dare! The only person I have really admired in my heart for many years is the master... disciple I originally wanted to seek the position of Master of Demonic Dao for Master, but who would want to be overtaken by those nine lamps..."

The person who claimed to be Saluo stretched out his hand to hold the mirror, and said with a smile: "...I don't care about the master of the devil....I know your thoughts. You have hidden my remnant soul for many years, and used the wine jar half a year ago. Sending me to Fengling Mountain, and sending me this beautiful body, is really pure filial piety."

Saluo's words made Liu Yunhe's clothes drenched.

He was praising at first, but Liu Yunhe knew how moody the opposite person was.

Saluo's voice is wonderful, hoarse and sexy. No matter who he talks to, he is affectionate and pampering. While talking and laughing, he took out the liver from the abdominal cavity of the opposite person, put it in his mouth, and bit it down slowly, admiring the horrified and terrifying expression on the opposite side.

What he does does not need any reason at all, and he does many things, most of them are aimed at the word "interesting".

Seeing that Liuyunhe dared not speak, Saluo laughed lightly, covered his neck, and moved a few times.

Liu Yunhe hurriedly changed the subject: "Is this body useful?"

Saluo said with satisfaction: "Easy to use and durable."

Liu Yunhe's expression changed: "Master, you..."

Saluo smiled sinisterly: "Don't worry, he doesn't know that I'm in his body. After all, I was equal to his spiritual power before I died. He..."

Speaking of this, Saluo's eyes lighted up slightly, and he stroked his lips and smiled slightly, "...This man is very confused, he is uninformed, and he doesn't think about other places at all. The last time I teased him, in the I had sex with him in the wild for six days, and he only thought that his physical discomfort was due to a hangover."

There is indescribable intimacy and tenderness in Saluo's words: "...how could this little fool kill me back then?"

Saying that, Saluo sat on the ground, picked up a wine jar from the ground that had been drunk down to the bottom, drank a few sips, wiped his lips, and said with a smile: "The quiet Junyue is dust-free, quiet and comfortable, free from worry. Clean as hell. Huh?"

Liu Yunhe didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only say: "Master is satisfied with using it."

According to his understanding of Sa Luo, Sa Luo's appearance is a bit abnormal.

Although Saluo is often amorphous, he has never mentioned a person so frequently, and he never leaves him.

Not only this time, but the previous few times when he talked with Saluo, he was always like this, full of words about Mr. Qingjing.

Liu Yunhe remembered that before he was stabbed to death by the fledgling and undisclosed King Qingjing, Saluo had been obsessed with the practice of magic and bloodthirsty. In his eyes, men and women in the world were all flesh and blood, so that he never There are companions.

According to Master's personality, it may be quite normal to manipulate the old enemy who killed him more than ten years ago to humiliate him.

...But Liu Yunhe was a little worried, whether Master might become addicted.

Saluo said to himself: "...this guy is really interesting."

Liu Yunhe endured and endured, before opening his mouth cautiously: "Master, our plan..."

"Isn't it the day when the Tianbang was compared?" Saluo rolled his eyes lazily and affectionately. He is already familiar with the use of Mr. Qingjing's body, "I know what to do."

His voice sounded as if everything was under his control.

The author has something to say: Liu Yunhe breathed a sigh of relief: "Then Xu Xingzhi..."

Saluo wrote lightly: "I hate him."

After finishing speaking, he took off the ring that Mr. Qing Jing was wearing on his finger, and threw it into the wine jar where the wine still remained, splashing a small hop: "I said, I know what to do, I don't need you to teach me."