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Seems like a long time ago.

After Yan Feichen's words fell, Emperor Qinglian raised his eyes instantly, then stood up and looked down the mountain, with his clothes swaying to the ground, his sleeves facing the wind, he said calmly: "There are six reincarnations in this world, and naturally there are past and present lives. It's just that everything has a definite number, and explore the future." It is taboo to ask about the afterlife.”

Yan Feichen frowned.

Emperor Qinglian bowed her head and said: "You are too small now. The most important thing for you is to improve your strength, not others. I can't answer many questions for you. Maybe one day you will be able to find out the answers yourself."

Under his focused gaze, Yan Feichen couldn't help but nodded.

"Okay, let's not talk about this," Emperor Qinglian flicked his sleeves, and all the tables, chairs and tea disappeared, "Let me see what step you have learned in the past five years of retreat."

After all, an invisible pressure pressed towards Yan Feichen in an instant.

Yan Feichen smiled slightly when he heard the words, raised his hands and said, "Master, be careful."

This isn't the first time the two have played against each other, and it won't be the last.

At the beginning, Yan Feichen didn't have much awareness, but as his strength grew, he became more and more aware of the unfathomable depth of Master.Their realm is like the secular world and the cultivation world, separated by a gap like a natural moat.

After a few tricks, Emperor Qinglian understood the situation of his apprentice, and stopped suppressing his strength in an instant, and restrained Yan Feichen in a blink of an eye.

"That's right, you were born with nine yangs and no veins. This 'nine yangs are destroyed' technique is very suitable for you. Once you use it, you will hardly have an opponent in the same realm."

Emperor Qinglian was very satisfied.

He felt that his level of teaching apprentices was still very good.

Yan Feichen was very modest: "It's not as good as Master."

"After a hundred years, you may not be as good as me." Emperor Qinglian didn't care, and then said seriously: "But you have to keep in mind one thing - this technique is too overbearing, and the realm before the Nascent Soul Stage is fragile, so it must not be tolerated." Bewitched by people, doing things like men and women.”

"..." Although Yan Feichen was young and mature, he couldn't maintain his composure when he heard such words, and deliberately coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

Emperor Qinglian thought he didn't listen, so he stretched out his hand to grab his ear expressionlessly, "Does your throat hurt?"

Facing his rather stern gaze, Yan Feichen didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, instead he felt his ears burning.

This was the first time that Master was so close to him after leaving the customs.

It was as if a weak flame sprang up from the bottom of my heart, and it was sweeping my whole body like a prairie fire.

Yan Feichen was afraid that he would lose his composure, so he hurriedly took a few steps back, raised his hand calmly and said, "I will remember Master's teachings."

Emperor Qinglian stopped her hand in mid-air, put it down for a moment, and glanced at him, "Then let's go back."

Yan Feichen quickly returned to his residence.

Emperor Qinglian stared at his hand and frowned.

Could it be... Feichen doesn't like him approaching?

He raised his head and glanced at the air, snorted softly, shook his sleeves and left, heading towards the main peak of Qiongshan Mountain.

"Dijun... what did you say?" Headmaster Qiongshan was startled when he saw Emperor Qinglian appearing, but he was a little dumbfounded when he learned of his intention.

Because the emperor actually came to ask him how to teach his apprentices.

As we all know, he is busy with affairs, and he is almost the least good at teaching apprentices. The only Lin Yuanxi is famous because of his outstanding talent.

Emperor Qinglian was expressionless.

"Dijun," the teacher looked at the white-clothed boy in front of him, shook his head and smiled, "That kid Feichen has been calmer than ordinary people since he was a child, and the older he gets, the more assertive he will be. I'm afraid it's wrong to expect him to act like a baby to his elders." Maybe, in my opinion, it’s better to let it go and not worry about it too much.”

Emperor Qinglian felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and said coldly: "Who cares about him?"

He flicked his sleeves, and before he could finish speaking, his figure had disappeared.

The teacher is stupid——what did you say wrong?

After Yan Feichen returned to the house, he couldn't calm down to practice, and there was always a figure standing in his mind, which did not leave for a long time.

As night fell, he simply closed his eyes and lay down on the bed, forcing himself to sleep.

As he fell asleep, the figure of Emperor Qinglian appeared in front of the bed silently, looked at him for a long time, and murmured unhappily: "I want to see what you are thinking..."

Emperor Qinglian reached out and pointed between his eyebrows, his figure turned into light smoke, and he entered Yan Feichen's dream in a blink of an eye.

In the dream, it was still the mountain where they had lived together for ten years, only covered by a layer of white mist.

Emperor Qinglian walked forward slowly, looking for the trace of Yan Feichen.

"Master!" The mist faded, revealing Yan Feichen's tall and straight figure, "I also ask Master for guidance."

Emperor Qinglian felt that this scene was no different from that in the daytime, so he followed him and patiently watched him perform his exercises.

After a while, Yan Feichen suddenly covered his heart, stopped moving, and frowned tightly.

"what happened?"

Emperor Qinglian thought that he had made a mistake in his cultivation, so he hurried forward, pressed his shoulder, and wanted to check his condition.Unexpectedly, the next moment, he was hugged violently.

"Master, Master..." Yan Feichen buried himself in his neck, stuck out his tongue and licked lightly on the snow-white skin, "I'm sorry, I can't help it..."

Emperor Qinglian opened his eyes wide in an instant.

No matter how confident he was in himself, he never thought that Yan Feichen would have such thoughts towards him now.

After all, Yan Feichen is too young, and they are now in a master-student relationship.

But Yan Feichen no longer restrained himself in the dream, and completely let his emotions go.He knew that this was a bit outrageous, but in fact, ever since he first saw Master ten years ago, a fire had burned in his heart.

Every time he looked at his immature self in the mirror, he felt weird and indescribably awkward.

Every time he had a respectful and alienated conversation with Master, he felt restless.

Until now when he was embracing Master in his dream, he had the feeling that "everything is right".

As if he should have embraced Master like this, kissed Master, and even...

Yan Feichen raised his head eagerly, pushed him to the top of the tree, tore off the fluttering white clothes, and kissed him along those ruddy lips.

A sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously, as if the part that has been vacant has been filled.

Emperor Qinglian blinked, let him kiss, and slowly responded.

"Master...Qinglian..." Yan Feichen panted and called out in a low voice.

Seeing that he was getting more and more indulgent and lost in dreams, Emperor Qinglian was afraid that he would be intoxicated by fire, so he raised his hand quickly, and touched his eyebrows as quickly as lightning, and then stretched out his hand to catch his fallen body.

At the same time, Yan Feichen suddenly woke up on the bed, sweating all over, and his lower body was painfully hard.

He rushed to the pool in a hurry, and even his head was submerged in the water. After a while, he came out of the water and wiped his face.

Then he sat in the pool in a daze, playing back the chaotic scenes in the dream one after another.

He actually had such a dream, he actually blasphemed Master in the dream...

Yan Feichen covered his forehead with his hands, his face turned red suddenly.

It turned out that he had this kind of thought about Master....

Before I knew it, the sky was bright.

Yan Feichen came back to his senses, and strode out of the pool with big strides. After changing his clothes, he paused before calmly walking outside.

"woke up?"

Before he could take a few steps, he saw a person sitting in the hall. He was dressed in white clothes all the year round, and his body was like snow. Only his long jet black hair was unrestrained.

It was as if he had just taken a shower.

This is the appearance of a young man, looking at it this way, it suddenly loses a bit of abstinence and coldness, and more of a lazy tiredness.

Yan Feichen's heart skipped a beat, but fortunately he was able to hold on, and he didn't show any guilt at all, calling out in his usual tone: "Master..."

Emperor Qinglian was expressionless, but secretly said in his heart—huh!Pretty good at pretending!

The author has something to say: #论How to capture amnesia objects#

The rice bag at the beginning: As a master, you must be cold.

Halfway rice bag: hum!Amnesia!

The current rice bag: teasing teasing!If you can't tease me to death, you count me as loser!