Guqin becomes a beauty

Ling Xing didn't walk in, and slowly hugged Rong Zun from behind, his chin lightly rubbed on his shoulder, and there was a hint of coquettish begging for intimacy in his laziness.

Needless to say, Rong Zun seemed to understand what he wanted to do, pushing and shoving habitually, but hesitated because of the message from God of Cookery just now.Ling Xing didn't seize this opportunity, and kissed him lightly on the side of the neck, unhurried, gentle and loose, which made him relax instead.

The white clothes were taken off one by one, the moonlight was shining outside the window, and the house was warm and moving.Rong Zun seemed to rush up to the sky, and then was dragged into hell by Ling Xingwei, ups and downs, all the strength in his body was lost, and he could only sink with him, panting mixed with sweat, who left behind on whom The dark red plum blossom, and someone's fingertips dug into the opponent's flesh, but still refused to let go of the pain, leaving a string of red marks.

Inside the intertwined body, a bottle of warm and familiar breath poured in, and the realm of spiritual consciousness was swept away by it unconsciously. Yuanshen Phoenix let out a cry of joyful spirit. I don't know whether it was moistened and comfortable, or it was obeyed. In the master's heart, he expressed the most straightforward joy in his heart.

Released in the warmth and humidity, Ling Xingwei lightly supported his white and flawless body panting lowly, watching the man's face flushed, his brows and eyes slightly frowned because of extreme happiness and pain, quietly feeling the tender aftertaste after the orgasm .

Suddenly, he felt a force surging up from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, almost breaking through the confinement!In order not to let Rong Zun notice, he pressed down hard and slowly pulled it out from Rong Zun's body.

Rong Zun was brought out by his movements, and his eyelashes moved, and he continued to stay tired.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the surrounding was abnormally quiet, Rong Zun slightly opened his eyelids, only to see Ling Xingwei's Adam's apple, he wanted to raise his head, but the top of his hair was gently pressed back by warm hands.

"What?..." As soon as he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse.

There was no response, a trace of worry flashed between Rong Zun's brows, and he reached out his hand to explore his spiritual realm, but was caught again.

A low laugh came from above his head, Ling Xing didn't hold his hand and pressed it down again, there was a little bit of discomfort on his face.Chang Mei raised his eyebrows lightly, "Rongrong still has strength? Then let's do it again."

"You..." His lips were blocked, and Rong Zun was so angry that he couldn't express it, "Mmm", finally bit him hard.

Ling Xingwei smiled, neither angry nor annoyed, patiently begged for mercy with a kiss, and gradually led him back into the sea of ​​clouds.

The master is indulging, but the little phoenix in his body is huddled pitifully, forced to suppress the spiritual power of his body, and cannot show off or expose it—it has undergone a transformation just now, and it has truly transformed from a demigod to a human being. He has cultivated into a true god.

The sky was peaceful, without the slightest wave of thunder coming, everything was calm as usual.

In just a few minutes, Ling Xingwei experienced the most important transformation.After being frightened, his mind ran quickly, and he came to the only conclusion - as early as when he had resisted the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation for Rong Zun, he might have passed his God Transformation Tribulation ahead of time.

Death and life go together, and the same goal by different routes.If Rong Zun lives, he will live; if Rong Zun dies, he will die.His Taoism and Rongzun's Tao have already merged into one invisibly, and it is difficult to part with each other.

——Is this again, Heaven’s reward?

More than 2000 years ago, he hated the way of heaven very much, but now he is somewhat grateful.There is no absolute cause and effect in the reincarnation of the world, just like he used to hate humans, but now he coexists peacefully with humans.

The person below him curled up his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and his fingertips dug into the flesh.

"Xingwei, I can't do it... you, slow down."

"Good Rong Rong, uh-"

"What's the matter?" Rong Zun suddenly opened his eyes, the water in them was rippling and shimmering, and Ling Xingwei's heart trembled when he saw it.

"No... I just felt that Yuanshen seems to have been promoted to a level suddenly?"

Rong Zun's fingers slid down his shoulders weakly, the numbness in his waist and abdomen made him almost rude to parry, and he exhaled, "Really, really?"

"Hmm..." Ling Xing didn't hide the corners of his mouth cunningly. He caressed his face against his earlobe, rubbed his face gently, and licked the sensitive part of his ear with the tip of his tongue.

Suddenly, a thrill flashed through Rong Zun's mind, and the suppressed desire was easily aroused by him, and the emptiness and anxiety, calmness and complacency all became a joke.

He gritted his teeth, and pulled down Ling Xingwei's body dejectedly, "Come on."

Sleepless all night, fighting to the sky.

***

Soon it was hot June, before the college entrance examination, Jin Jing took Chun Lei to the temple to ask for amulets, Rong Zun and the others had nothing to do, so they followed the past to watch the excitement.

These days, Ling Xingwei entangled him very tightly, like a big cat begging for sweets. If he didn't follow the long tail, he would flick, flick, flick, flick, his body was so tender that he had to accept it all.

What God of Cookery said seemed to make sense, and Sanbao would occasionally tell him that his primordial spirit seemed to have evolved again, and his body became more pure.And when he went in, it seemed that he was getting better every day, but he was always a little bit away from the final step.

And when will this small step catch up, I don't know if it is his illusion, it always feels inexplicably far away...

The sun is a bit poisonous, and the passers-by are listless.

"What do you mean, you little doll, you don't worship two real gods at home, and you come here to worship some gods you've never heard of?" With Minister Ling's special relationship, God of Cookery can have two days a month Letting out the wind during the holidays, he said slowly with his big belly shy while walking.

After getting along with each other these days, Jin Jing is no longer afraid of them, and said with a smile: "Gods have to perform their duties, and I'm not going to test the chef's certificate. It's useless to ask you! Instead of asking you, I might as well ask Boss Rong." .”

"Why is that?" The God of Cookery raised his eyebrows.

"Hee hee, Boss Rong looks more educated than you!"

"You little brat—"

"Hahaha!" Jin Jing pulled Chun Lei and ran away quickly, and the God of Cookery stomped his feet helplessly, "I have no eyesight! When the god was promoted, that kid Rong Zun didn't know where he was!"

"Do you know what this means?" Rong Zun, who had been following behind, spoke unhurriedly at this moment.

"what?"

"Becoming a god doesn't care about sooner or later, but—" Rong Zun pointed to his face with sympathy, "This is something you don't have, tsk."

"Hey..." God of Cookery was stunned, watching a group of "faced" guqin teenagers with the expressions they deserved, following Rong Zun as they walked past him one after another, leaving behind slender and graceful backs.

Angrily said: "Okay, you guys, don't ask me for food when you go back home and get hungry!"

This Longyin Temple is an important indoor tourist attraction in Beijing, and before the big exam, in addition to tourists, many parents also brought their children to worship the gods and pray for amulets.

Chunlei and Jin Jing ran off to nowhere, and the others followed the flow of people, wandering around the main halls as a tourist.

Not far ahead, there were quite a few people crowded in front of a temple, Rong Zun wanted to make a detour, but Jiu Xiao ran over curiously, and came back excitedly saying: "My lord, the god there is Yuelao!"

"Who is Yue Lao?" Rong Zun was puzzled.

Cheng Lian explained: "Master, you may not have cared about it. Yuelao is the god in charge of marriage in the world. People will go to worship Yuelao in order to have a happy marriage. There are many Yuelao shrines everywhere."

"Do we have such a god?" Rong Zun turned his head and asked the God of Cookery.

The God of Cookery was still sulking, and replied angrily: "Is there something you don't know yourself! Isn't your Erya always likes to worry about the matter of human marriage? When did Yuelao come out?"

"I've never heard of it." Rong Zun shook his head, looked at the crowded hall in front of him, and quickly relieved, "But it didn't happen before, and it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. Things like this always need to be done if Erya isn't behind. There are gods to worry about, and through the power of human belief, the birth of the god 'Yuelao' is also in line with the way of heaven."

"Let's go take a look too." Ling Xingwei said suddenly.

"You didn't see that there were little girls crowded there, what should I do?" Rong Zun was a little unnatural, biting the bullet, "Besides, what's the proper way to worship a god who is younger than me? He has passed his Taoist age!"

"Hmph, you also know the size of respect?" The God of Cookery rolled his eyes greatly.

Seeing Rong Zun's attitude, Ling Xingwei didn't insist, and said, "Okay. Then let's go and see Erya."

***

The Nuwa Temple was built in the northwest, and Rong Zun has never been there since he came to this world.

Firstly, he pays attention to follow the fate of everything, and will not pursue excessively to return to the past; secondly, he doesn't like the kind of scenes that only increase the sadness.

This time Ling Xing didn't take the initiative to mention it, but he didn't think of it.Asked why, Ling Xingwei just said: "Just take a look."

"Erya is the most irritable. If she still has perception, will she blame me for not coming to see her for so long?" Standing in front of the Nuwa Temple, Rong Zun hesitated.

"No." Ling Xing was not decisive, "If she wants to make a fuss, you can say that after she and Fuxi went to Kunlun to establish their own family in the past, they didn't come back very often. Let's see if she dares to say more nonsense."

"Pfft." Rong Zun suddenly laughed, thinking of the past, every time Erya came back from Kunlun to visit them, she would fly into his arms before saying hello, begging for mercy coquettishly: "Rong Rong Rong forgive me La! I haven't been back for so long, it's not that I miss you, I miss you!"

"Okay, just do as you say."

They walked into the Nuwa Temple and put on a barrier.

Rong Zun returned to his original appearance, walked to the altar, raised his head and looked at the portrait carefully.

Ling Xing turned around and found a place, and sat down familiarly.

Same as when he was at Nie Zhengtai last time, Rong Zun talked to her a lot.

When night fell, they stayed here for the night.

In the dead of night, Rong Zun had a dream. He dreamed that Erya, who was still wearing shofar braids when she was a child, was sitting on the fork of a sycamore tree, dangling her feet and scolding him, "Rong Rong, why are you so blind? Picked for thousands of years, or chose him?"

"How do you know?" Rong Zun asked calmly, a little embarrassed by the junior point out.

"He told me everything!"

"What, when? Why don't I know."

"There are still many things you don't know!" Nuwa was smiling, and suddenly her expression changed, and her face became serious, "Rongrong, after so long, the Three Treasures still found me and rebuilt this temple for me, what about you? Have you...have you forgotten about me?"

Rong Zun was stunned for a while, and said anxiously: "No." Being questioned like this, he had long forgotten what Ling Xing had not taught him.

Seeing him like this, Nuwa smiled "puchi", and shook the branch as if she had succeeded, "Hahahaha, Rong Rong, you haven't changed at all! Well, if you feel guilty, just weave another straw rope for me The little one has arrived."

"Okay." A trace of helplessness and connivance flashed across Rong Zun's eyes, and he sat down, and suddenly a clump of strong grass blades appeared beside him, he reached out to pick up two, and began to weave slowly.

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been making it up, but he couldn't finish it.He raised his head and looked in Nuwa's direction, and found that her figure was much lighter than before. He felt a little stunned, put down the straw rope, and waved to her, "Come down, Erya, I have a spiritual fruit for you to eat."

Nuwa, who had become a phantom, smiled and waved at him, "Don't eat, I've grown up." She shook her two shofar braids, her face suddenly became serious, "Uncle Rong, you must live Alright, if Rong Sanbao dares to bully you, I will come and beat him up!"

Rong nodded, her eyes turned red, and she said softly, "Okay, help me look at him."

The sycamore tree in front of me and the little girl on the tree swayed like ripples, and my eyes were blurred.

When he woke up the next day, Rong Zun asked Ling Xingwei if he had dreamed about Erya.Ling Xingwei didn't seem to be in good spirits, his eyes were a little livid, and he said in a deep voice: "I dreamed that last night, I lifted her upside down, hung her on a sycamore branch and beat her hard all night."

Rong Zun: "..."

When they left, the wind blew off the lucky papers on the temple platform, and one of them floated into Rong Zun's arms.

It reads on the paper: Futian is wing-to-wing, singing harmoniously on the ground; under the phoenix tree, returning home with the son.

"Huh? Didn't you say that Yuelao is in charge of all matters of marriage in the world now?" Rong Zun pinched it lightly, but Ling Xingwei snatched it in an instant, and snorted.

"She likes to take care of her, just find something for her to do."

"What did you snatch it for? Give it to me, I want to see it again."

The blessing paper has been carefully stuffed into the lapel by Ling Xingwei, took two steps forward, and stretched out his hand back, "Go home?"

Rong Zun grumbled, held out his hand, and it was firmly held in his palm.

"What do you need that piece of paper for? I want to read it, and I'll read it to you."

Ling Xingwei's deep and magnetic voice resounded elegantly in the mountains, "Fu Tian is wing-to-wing, singing in harmony with the ground; under the phoenix tree branches, I return home with my son..."

Over and over again, Rong Zun was a little confused at first, but then he seemed to understand something suddenly, and smiled at him.

She squeezed his palm tightly, "Let's go, go home."

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