soul repair

Ji Qingyan and Qingyi had already been to Baihua City several times, and when they saw Guan Lingdao and the sound of stone knocking, they had to stop to look at everything, so they went to the inn first.After Huacaixing entered the city, he was going to meet his friends, and after a while, they parted ways at the gate of the city.Shi Knocking and Guan Lingdao were walking in tandem, saying a few words from time to time, not wanting to see a "Xian Jing Study" on the street, so they immediately ignored the people behind them and said, "I'll go." Take a look in the bookstore," and dived in.

Rows of quaint bookshelves exude the fragrance of books and ink, and the sound of stone knocking has forgotten Guan Lingdao at this moment, and put Jun Mo on the ground to play by himself, picking up a few books to read leisurely.

Seeing the snake coiling quietly, the shopkeeper was also a little scared, so he walked around carefully and greeted with a smile: "This fairy, the paper and ink used for the books in our study are the best in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the workmanship is exquisite. I can't find the book anywhere else."

Shi Knock smiled, agreed casually, and just flipped through the book with his head down.The shopkeeper saw that he flipped through one book after another, so fast that he couldn't seem to read it, but he didn't intend to buy it, so he asked with a smile, "What kind of books do immortals like?"

"...I like everything." She continued to look down.

"..." The shopkeeper was speechless.In the 30 years since the store opened, I have seen many people who read books for nothing, but I have never seen anything like this.

Shi Knocking sounded thin-skinned, he felt embarrassed after reading seven or eight books, and pretended to look for a book: "Does the shopkeeper have "The Story of Qinglian" by Lay Xiangshan here?"

"This... I'm not very educated, I've never heard of it."

nonsense.The title and author of the book that were made up temporarily are strange to hear.

The stone knocking sound quickly picked up Jun Mo from the ground: "Since there is no one, then I am leaving. I have searched for this book in many places but I can't find it."

Leaving the bookstore without looking back, Guan Lingdao no longer knew where people were coming and going on the street.The sound of the stone knocking was a little uneasy, and I looked around along the long street of the North and South Gates. After searching for a while, I still couldn't see anyone. When I passed the Baihualou, I took a look inside and thought: Guan Lingdao is afraid of the third palace master, so he will not go to the brothel .

The thought just passed by.Just miss it.

After searching for more than half an hour, there was still no trace. The sound of the stone knocking was urgent, thinking that this kid can hear the soul, so he was taken away by someone, right?He didn't even dare to think about it, his face was blue and his lips were white, and he immediately went to Ji Qingyan according to the inn that Qingyi said.Ji Qingyan and Qingyi were sitting in the corner of the inn, sipping tea with Qingyi, discussing matters in a low voice.

"Third Palace Master, is Guan Lingdao coming?" Shi Knock's voice remained calm, but his voice was hoarse and anxious as if he had lost Jun Mo.

Tsing Yi shook his head and made a gesture: he never showed up.

Guan Lingdao is a soul listener, his disappearance is no small matter, Tsing Yi's expression also changed slightly.

Ji Qingyan had already stood up and walked out without saying a word.

"I'll go to the north gate to look for it!" Shi Knocking sound immediately followed out of the inn, and went straight to the north gate.

This search lasted for more than half an hour, but found nothing.

Walking back down the street in dejection, I suddenly heard the sound of clamor coming from the Baihua Building, behind me was extremely lively, and I don't know how many people were shouting for joy.The sound of stone knocking stood at the door, and a familiar figure flew out. Guan Lingdao hung his whole body on Ji Qingyan's body, smiling all over his face, and wrapped his arms around his neck with drunken eyes: "Master, I won against him, Cen Mu You don't need to marry him anymore."

Ji Qingyan turned his head to look at him, but didn't speak.

This kid made some kind of bet with Yun Luotian. They fought dozens of pots of wine in Baihualou. Yun Luotian collapsed, but he was still drinking happily.What bet, if he wins, Yun Luotian will have to divorce Cen Muyi?

Wine was spilled all over the apricot-colored clothes on his body, and Guan Lingdao was humming a little tune in his ear, but he couldn't tell what it was.The smell of alcohol mixed with heat sprayed into his ears, Ji Qingyan dodged subconsciously, and handed Guan Lingdao's qin and flowers to the oncoming stone knocking sound: "Take it back for him."

"Okay, okay." The sound of the stone knocking sounded like he had lost Guan Lingdao, and at this moment, his spirit had just settled down, and he hurriedly hugged the flower shelf in his arms.

Ji Qingyan flew up gently, carrying Guan Lingdao on his shoulders.It's a brothel again, why did you go to the brothel again?

It was already night when we returned to the inn, Ji Qingyan put him on the bed and closed the door.

"Master, Cen Muyi doesn't need to marry him anymore." Guan Lingdao seemed to be in a very relaxed mood, hugging his neck, and whispered into his ear with a chuckle, "Master, you don't have to worry about your sister anymore."

Ji Qingyan turned to look at him: "Why did you go to the brothel?"

"Yun Luotian, I'm going to the brothel even though I'm engaged, I'm angry for your sister." Speaking intermittently, Guan Lingdao leaned against him, his whole body limp, "Master, I'll sing a little song for you."

"..."

Guan Lingdao hummed softly.

His voice was already pleasant, but it was a little hoarse when he was drunk, but his pronunciation was still full of charm.

"Dark clouds flew over the sky for a long time, and I reached out to touch the front of my sister's head..." In the dark night, there was no one, and the low and hoarse voice came out from the hot lips, making people tremble.While singing, Guan Lingdao's hand touched his forehead: "Master, do you like it?"

This is "Eighteen Touches"!

Eighteen Touches in the Northern Dynasty and Huabing Ci in the Southern Dynasty are the most unsavory tunes in the brothel.Ji Qingyan could get away as long as he stretched out his hand and pushed, but for some reason he sat still and did not walk away, the tips of his ears were red.

"Stretch your hand towards Erzi, swing your head and ears together..." Humming in his mouth, touching his earlobe with his fingers, Guan Lingdao said in a low voice, "Master, is it okay to touch him for this little song?"

Ji Qingyan didn't speak.

Guan Lingdao stuck out the tip of his tongue, touched his earlobe lightly, and sucked it unconsciously.Ji Qingyan's breathing was a little unsteady for a while.The tip of tongue licked on the earlobe, Ji Qingyan sat quietly and did not make a sound, and after a while, he licked lightly along the earlobe, and the trembling voice said in his ear: "Master, you have a delicate fragrance all over your body."

"Stretch your hand to touch the shoulder, the shoulder is as old as Ruan..." Tongue left, Guan Lingdao sat on him with a smile, and peeled off his neckline blushing, his skin was smooth, different from the usual coolness, a little It was hot, a little sweaty, and the very faint fragrance penetrated into his body, making his breathing quicken.

"Master, you have two red moles on your left shoulder..." Guan Lingdao touched the blood-red mole, lowered his head to suck gently, and swirled his tongue slowly along the shoulder to the neck.

The evil fire all over his body roared up, burning people completely without reason.

Ji Qingyan hugged his waist and said softly: "Lingdao."

"Put your hand on your nipple..." The red light under Guan Lingdao's left eye flickered on and off, his head became dizzy, and his hand slowly groped into his clothes.Suddenly, the wrist was tightly grasped.

"Master." The movement stopped, and he wanted to poke in again unwillingly, but his wrist was still tightly clenched, preventing him from entering.

Guan Lingdao stared at him blankly.Want to touch, why not let me?

Guan Lingdao touched the scorching heat under his left eye, and smiled: "Master, if you don't let me touch it, then touch me." As he said, he opened his neckline and led Ji Qingyan's hand to touch his body Come up: "Master, you touch me."

Ji Qingyan looked down at him, and suddenly pressed him on the bed.

Foreheads pressed against each other, breathing fast, Ji Qingyan closed his eyes and tightly pressed the hand he wanted to move: "Lingdao."

"Master." His breath swept across his face, a little tender.

"do not move."

Breathing hot, his lips gently caressed Guan Lingdao's face, and he couldn't help it anymore.

What have you learned!But after staying in the brothel for an hour or two, I learned all the mess.I can't remember the rules of the house, so I just learn these and learn quickly!

"Master, Master." If you can't force it, the voice suddenly softened, and you looked at him with tears in your eyes, "Master."

It's really flexible.

Ji Qingyan's forehead rubbed against his, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse: "Lingdao, you don't know what you are doing now, wait for you to wake up—"

After saying that, he took a deep breath, firmly pressed his restless body, and kissed him lightly on the face like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"Master." Guan Lingdao suddenly stopped moving.

Ji Qingyan lowered his head, slowly sat up on him, and said softly: "If you have anything to say, wait until you wake up."

As he spoke, he lightly pressed the temples on both sides of Guan Lingdao's head, and the warm aura flowed in. Guan Lingdao closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep peacefully.

Song Guzhui came to the small bridge in the middle of the night.

There is no village in front of this place, no shop in the back, deserted and deserted, Song Guzhui waited for a long time in a daze, when suddenly the wind came from behind him, a man's voice said: "Deacon Song."

He had already seen that person's face, the person he saw after mistakenly killing the disciple of Shuixingmen that day.

Apart from a few accompanying disciples, there was a tall man beside him, who was also dressed in black, but his face was hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see clearly.

"What does the Red Sandalwood Palace want me to do, to inquire about the Shangqing Palace for you?" Song Guzhui's eyes fell on him, "Aren't you very good at inquiring about news?"

The man in black smiled: "Inquiring about news is the second priority. We have important things for Deacon Song to do."

"what's up?"

"Don't worry." The man in black looked at him probingly, "Do you know who I am?"

Song Guzhui shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

"That's not your fault, there are four sandalwood masters under the red sandalwood palace master, palm purple, yellow and black, and under the sandalwood master are the red sandalwood envoys, yellow clothes envoys and black cloth envoys - you all know that. "The man in black smiled evilly, "But the three sandalwood masters have never been out of the Red Sandalwood Palace, and you have never been there, so of course you don't recognize me."

"You are the black-clothed sandalwood master?" Song Guzhui looked at him intently, his voice was a little cold, "So what are you doing here?"

The man in black approached slightly, and said with a smile: "Deacon Song, have you thought about it clearly, do you want me, Red Sandalwood Palace, to clean up the mess for you?"

"I killed someone, how do you deal with it?"

The black-clothed sandalwood master glanced at the man next to him, and whispered a little proudly: "What do you think, isn't this good? You can get close to Sanchen, and you can also manage the alchemy room of Muzhe Palace. What you want to do is very simple. .”

The man looked at him quietly: "I can't trust him."

Song Guzhui looked at him without saying a word, sweating coldly: "What are you going to do?"

"Give him ten herbs."

"What is ten vanilla, why do you give it to me?" Song Guzhui became short of breath, and looked at him with gloomy eyes, "Who are you?"

The black-clothed sandalwood master held him indifferently, and said in a gentle voice: "Ten herbs are nothing, as long as anyone who enters the Red Sandalwood Palace eats them, as long as you are loyal and obedient, you will be safe in the future."

He calmly comforted him here, but the other man didn't have much patience, he pulled Song Guzhui's wrist over, forced his mouth open, took out a small bottle from his sleeve, opened it, and poured all the juice in it into Song Guzhui's mouth inside.

The taste is extremely mellow, more addictive than wine, down the throat, the aroma extends to my stomach.

"What is this?" Song Guzhui broke free and touched his throat subconsciously.Somehow, the aura surged in his body, as if he had swallowed a qi-gathering elixir, and his whole body felt extremely comfortable.

"Things that improve your cultivation base." The man was a little impatient, "If you help us get things done, you will be fine."

"Otherwise?"

"Otherwise," the black-clothed sandalwood master didn't say anything, and pulled a black-clothed emissary behind him to Song Guzhui, and ordered, "draw a sword on the left arm."

The envoy in black was standing motionless at first, but after hearing what he said, he suddenly pulled out the sword hanging from his waist, and slashed fiercely on his left arm, causing his flesh to be ripped open.The blood was gushing out, it must have been in excruciating pain, but the black-clothed emissary seemed to be unable to feel anything, and just stood there expressionless.

"he--"

The black-clothed sandalwood master said again: "Chop off your left hand."

"No need!" Song Guzhui was really scared at this moment, "These are your puppets."

"It's not a puppet. They were all normal people. If they were obedient, they would be fine. But it's a pity that they didn't obey orders, and they ended up like this." The black-clothed sandalwood master held Song Guzhui's shoulders, his eyes flickering , "Will you be obedient?"

Song Guzhui swallowed: "This is how you controlled Lu Junye before?"

"He is different. He has enemies outside, and we will help him solve them." The black-clothed sandalwood master said with a smile, "If you have enemies, we can also solve them for you. Don't you hate that guy named Guan Lingdao? We Can--"

Song Guzhui lowered his head and said, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Listen to me—"

"Needless to say, you are the two sandalwood masters of the Red Sandalwood Palace, and you never leave. Why did you suddenly come down from the Central Plains?"

The black-clothed sandalwood master smiled slightly: "As for this matter——"

The man who hadn't spoken for a long time suddenly spoke.

"We want to destroy the Shangqing Palace." He said.

Song Guzhui stared at him motionless for a long time, then closed his eyes.

It turned out to be to destroy the Shangqing Palace, and attacking the Shangqing Palace from the outside is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

why!