The male protagonist has a crush on this seat's vest

Fang Yun couldn't help but wiped his lips with his fingertips again, and then coughed lightly.

When the personal maid waiting at the door heard the sound, she raised her head cautiously and took a quick look at the suzerain.

Seeing that the suzerain really turned his eyes to himself, and his face was not looking good, he was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he quickly lowered his eyelids: "Sovereign, what are your orders?"

Fang Yun looked at her with her lips half covered, and said calmly, "Go and prepare some water for me."

The maid answered "Yes", then bowed respectfully and then left.

At this time, the water in the brush basin was still clear, so it shouldn't be because she didn't wink and forgot to change the water or something, and it shouldn't be her fault that the Sovereign's face looked bad.

Although the maid didn't know what the suzerain wanted the clear water for, she didn't dare to ask, so she could only guess whether the suzerain was thirsty.

After Fang Yun watched the maid go away, he began to rub his cheeks without any scruples.

He has a strong psychological quality. After the initial nausea, he has calmed down now, and can bear the conjecture that a dirty little thing got into his avatar's mouth.

At the very least, it's an incarnation rather than really in your own mouth, isn't it?As long as you don't rush to find nausea now, you will be happier ignoring it.

If you can't see it, it doesn't happen.

only……

The feeling that there is a small piece of mouse hair, or the mouse tail gently sweeping back and forth in the mouth, is actually like a lingering kiss...cough.

What kind of evil and crooked idea is this?Fang Yun couldn't hold back his old blushing, he slapped himself in the heart and kicked himself twice.

What are you thinking about these days?

Fang Yun knew that when he was not in the avatar, the avatar looked like a corpse that had not yet stiffened.

Where did the kiss come from?of mice?

Motor, is it not good to be upright?

When the maid opened the door with a bowl of water and walked in, she saw the Sovereign still leaning forward slightly as she was when she left, leaning forward with his arms on the table, crossing his fingers and lightly covering his lips, with an expression on his face. Kind of gloomy.

It's just that as a personal maid who faces the suzerain day and night, she can see that the suzerain's fair and stern cheeks are now stained with a tinge of red for some reason, and some water vapor is dizzy in his eyes, making him look as if All softened down.

Compared with usual, there have been some unusual changes.

The maid immediately looked away, her heart was beating like a drum, and she couldn't restrain her slight trembling. She managed to stabilize her hand, and walked to Fang Yun as smoothly as possible with the water in her hand: "Sect Master, you want clear water."

Fang Yun nodded slightly, let go of his crossed hands, and raised his hand to take the bowl from the maid's hand.

From the corner of the maid's eyes, she could see the suzerain's thin lips, which were usually pale, but now there was a touch of seductive color on them.

This discovery made her completely at a loss.

The maid had no way of knowing if she broke something, and she didn't know if she would be wiped out.She began to blame herself for coming back too soon.

She felt restless in her heart, but she didn't dare to really ask anything.

Fang Yun noticed that his personal maid was trembling even more.

But he didn't know what he did wrong again, and he couldn't figure it out.Fang Yun couldn't help but glanced at the other party, and then said restrainedly: "Back off."

The maid responded and saluted respectfully, then retreated like a god of plague, and stood guard outside the door.

In fact, Fang Yun just wanted her to continue waiting by the door, but he didn't expect the girl to run so far away.

But Fang Yun has long been used to other people's inexplicable fear and avoidance of him, so even if the maid misinterpreted his meaning, he just watched the maid running away silently without saying anything.

Fang Yun lifted the bowl to his mouth with a blank expression, took a big mouthful of water, puffed his cheeks solemnly and rinsed his mouth to relieve the uncomfortable feeling.

On the other side, Qi Yan raised his head unsteadily, his face flushed already.

In his arms, Fang Yun still closed his eyes, leaning softly against him, with a relaxed expression on his snow-white face.The whole body was cold, only the small part of the lips was warmed up.

Following Qi Yan's half-up movement, a thin silver thread was caught between the lips and teeth of the two, and then it was torn off and landed on Fang Yun's side face.

But Fang Yun seemed to be still asleep unconsciously, his head limply leaned back because of Qi Yan's departure, exposing his snow-white neck defenselessly.

That piece of skin is fairer and more delicate, and with the movement of leaning back, the raised Adam's apple is revealed, and some blue blood vessels can be faintly seen under the skin.

It seems to be broken with one bite, fragile and attractive.

Qi Yan stared at Fang Yun's neck, and raised his hand to wipe his wet lips.

It's just that even if he borrowed eight more guts from him, he still wouldn't dare to do anything so excessive that Brother Fang would notice it.

Qi Yan paused for a moment, then bent down again, touched Fang Yun's chin, and then lightly kissed Fang Yun's neck artery, and then stopped.

It feels so good.

Qi Yan took Fang Yun's head into his arms, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and laughed.

After the initial disgust of shame and fear of self-blame, he was now flooded with a great sense of satisfaction that he had almost never felt earlier.

This is his person, his brother Fang.This is so blissful.

Qi Yan didn't completely close the sword box before, and the sword spirit was able to watch the whole process through the gap in silence.

Seeing that Qi Yan stood up, he asked, "Young student, what are you smirking at?"

Qi Yan coughed lightly, and restrained his smile a little.

Jianling hadn't seen Qi Yan eating in the past two days, but when he saw him now, he couldn't help being a little contemptuous: "You are really worthless."

Cannibalism, even the rough monster race is somewhat looked down upon.Earlier, Qi Yan said that there was someone who was very important to him, but unexpectedly he used it for food.

Such a small amount of food is more important than anything else, so that it can affect a monk's choice of Taoism. How long have you been hungry?

Sword Spirit snorted coldly: "You can be so happy eating a corpse. Don't you know how to hunt?"

Qi Yan:?

Even if it is a soul fragment that has been trapped in the sword for an unknown period of time, this is too unreasonable.

Qi Yan hugged Fang Yun for another moment, feeling that the body in his arms was completely warmed up, and then leaned down again and kissed Fang Yun's sleepy eyelids reluctantly.

Then he pulled off the straw mat, carefully wrapped Fang Yun and stuffed it back into the sarcophagus.

He didn't know if it was because the customs of the monster clan were far from human cultivation, so he simply explained to the sword spirit: "Brother is not a corpse."

Even if it's not a corpse, you're still eating your own kind.

And the mouth is not good enough to chew on, and I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I will pack it back and hide it as if nothing happened, as if nothing happened.

What a shame.

It's just that even if the sword spirit doesn't like Qi Yan anymore, Qi Yan is the new master of this sword after all.

Sword Spirit laughed at him a few more words, and seeing that everything was ignored, he stopped holding on to this matter.

Qi Yan licked the corner of his lips, silently touched Fang Yun's face through the straw mat, and then pushed Fang Yun back together with the sarcophagus.

He inspected the earth cave for the last time, and seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, he left with the sword box in his arms.

After Qi Yan went back, regardless of how annoying the sword spirit was, he took a good night's sleep with the sword box full of happiness.

Early in the morning of the second day, before dawn, the sword spirit started making noises again.

Regardless of what dreams Qi Yan might still be having, it yelled loudly: "My son, I'm hungry."

Qi Yan's sleep was not very deep, and he was woken up by the noisy sword spirit all at once.

He frowned slightly, turned over and didn't want to pay attention to the sword spirit, seeing that the other party still didn't stop, he raised his foot and kicked the sword box to the ground.

Jian Ling started complaining about Qi Yan's rudeness while crying hungry.

Qi Yan listened to it chirping for a while, then rubbed his eyes, turned over again, and asked in a low voice, "Is senior still a young bird?"

Hearing Qi Yan questioning its demeanor, the sword spirit became quieter for a while, and said stiffly after a while: "No, I'm an adult."

Qi Yan nodded slightly, said "um", and ignored it.

But the sword spirit has already figured out Qi Yan's temperament, knowing that most of the time he prefers to be soft rather than hard.

Seeing that the other party didn't even intend to pick him up from the ground, he changed his strategy and began to tell his sorrow pitifully weak and helpless.

Unbearable to be bothered, Qi Yan sat up and asked, "What do you need, senior?"

The sword spirit faltered: "Your blood. I want to drink your blood."

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, bent down and put on his boots.

He thought that the sword spirit was chattering so much, what kind of spiritual plant and spirit stone did he need? In that case, he could find a way to ask the master, or put down his posture and ask Cheng Ran for help.

I didn't expect to drink his blood, but I don't know what is the use of drinking his blood.

"You need to know that no matter what Gu looks like now, this can be regarded as a magic weapon. The aura absorbed by the magic weapon from the world is not enough to cover the daily consumption." Sword Spirit said, "If others get it, they must Only by warming with spiritual power can the sword communicate with oneself. But your cultivation base is too low, so you can only use blood. If you don’t raise the orphan, the orphan will starve to death.”

After hearing this, Qi Yan gave a "hmm", just in time to tidy up his cuffs, reached out and fished the sword box into his arms, and walked out of the room with it in his arms.

There were not many people outside the house early in the morning, so Qi Yan found a place where no one was around, then took out the sword from the sword case, and swiped it in his palm.

When the sword came into contact with his blood, it seemed to become a leech. It greedily stuck to the damaged part of his skin and could not come down.

Qi Yan could even hear the sound of him drinking blood.

It wasn't until the blood lines on the blade were completely filled with blood that the sticky force disappeared.

Seeing that it loosened its strength, Qi Yan took out a veil from his bosom and quickly pressed it on the wound to stop the bleeding.

Sword Spirit said with satisfaction: "Xiangsheng, Gu is very optimistic about you."

Sword Spirit's voice seemed to be a little younger than before.

Qi Yan pressed the veil for a while, and the bleeding stopped. He asked, "Senior, are you satisfied?"

Sword Spirit answered, "I still have more tonight."

It's just that the blade of the epee is quite wide, and it's not a short sword. If you want to walk the blood lines along the front and back, it will consume a lot of blood. up.

Seeing Qi Yan glance at him expressionlessly, Jianling immediately changed his words: "Tomorrow."

Before Qi Yan responded, Sword Spirit changed his words again: "The next day. Younger, you must know that there is always a price to be paid for keeping a magic weapon."

Qi Yan nodded: "But the junior is only a mortal body, the senior is not trying to suck me dry."

The sword spirit changed his words again: "Once a week, you can always bear it? If you can't even do this, then Gu will really starve to death and become a pile of scrap iron."

Qi Yan responded with "Thank you, senior", which was regarded as his consent.

The sword spirit is solid and cute again: "It's so much trouble to cultivate my demon way."

Qi Yan ignored its self-promotion, put away the veil and went to his master's residence.

After the morning class, all the disciples dispersed, and Qi Yan went to the Zangshu Pavilion to read again.

This area is quiet, so there is nothing to worry about. After finding a good place to sit down, Qi Yan took a book and threw it in front of the sword spirit, blocking the sword spirit's mouth, so that he could read the book quietly.

Qi Yan sat in front of the bookshelf with his legs bent and looked into the night. It was probably dark outside and the time had come, and the small formations used for lighting in each grid of the bookshelf were lit up.

As soon as Qi Yan stretched his muscles and bones, he noticed that someone walked around the bookshelf, holding a few books and walking towards him, probably to return the books.

He sat here all afternoon yesterday, but he didn't see a single person coming. It's so late today, but he didn't expect anyone to read the books in this area.

Qi Yan glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, and saw that it was a somewhat thin male cultivator. His clothes didn't look like Qi Yan's fellow cultivator, but he should be Qi Yan's elder.

He didn't tie up his hair in a neat bun, but simply tied a hairband and draped it behind his shoulders.

In front of his right eye was a crystal plate inlaid with gold, and he looked very ill as he walked with a book in his arms.

Jian Ling also saw a stranger coming, so he closed his mouth and stopped arguing with Qi Yan.

Qi Yan sized him up and then turned his eyes away. When the other party came to his side, he raised his head and said, "Master Uncle."

The male cultivator nodded slightly, glanced at Qi Yan's face, then spun around the epee next to Qi Yan and the book thrown on the ground, paused for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed The golden crystal chip said: "Martial nephew, don't throw the books in the pavilion on the ground."

Qi Yan immediately apologized when he heard the words, put the epee back into the sword box calmly, then closed the book he had thrown in front of the sword spirit, got up and put it back on the bookshelf.

Nanxiu put the book in his arms back on the shelf, turned his slender eyes, and glanced at Qi Yan: "Books are precious, and they are easy to be stained and damaged when thrown on the ground."

Qi Yan replied: "Thank you, Uncle, for your advice."

The male cultivator hooked his lips, said "um", reached out and took down a few books from the bookshelf, and then spoke again: "Nephew, were you looking through the books here just now?"

Qi Yan raised his head and answered "Yes".

"I just feel that there are mostly books about the origin of history here, and most of the disciples who enter this pavilion don't like to read them. The current disciples are too impetuous and don't like to understand such things. Look at you It’s very serious here, which is rare.” The male cultivator tilted his head, laughed, and spoke slowly, “Using history as a mirror, we can know the ups and downs, that’s right.”

Qi Yan is not good at communicating with people, so he simply responded to Nanxiu's words.

The male cultivator received a lukewarm response, so he stopped answering, and began to look carefully back and forth on the bookshelf, as if he was looking for a book.

After he got a good look at the contents of the lower shelf, he began to look up.

But this male cultivator is different from other cultivators. It seems that his eyesight is not very good. He has to squint his eyes to look at the bookshelf that is slightly higher than him, narrowing his already slender eyes into a thin slit.

Probably the gold-rimmed crystal in front of his right eye is there to help him see.

It is too much to turn a blind eye to the fact that there is an elder struggling to find something nearby.Qi Yan asked: "Uncle, do you need help from your disciples?"

The male cultivator turned his head when he heard the words, looked at Qi Yan, pursed his lips slightly, and looked a little angry: "No, I'll do it myself."

After he finished speaking, he began to climb up the bookshelf.But he looked very ill, as if he would fall off at some point.

Qi Yan looked at it, and silently moved his sword box to the side, worried that this strange uncle would fall down and hit his ass.

The male cultivator stayed on the high place for a while, then climbed down again with the book, shook his hem and let out a sigh of relief, his eyes stayed on Qi Yan's sword box for a moment, and then said again: "Nephew, I am dedicated Jing Shizheng, I have read most of the books in these bookshelves, and I also like to travel abroad on weekdays. Although I am not talented, I have some knowledge. If you have any questions but want to know, just ask me."

Qi Yan replied: "Thank you, Master Uncle."

The male cultivator turned his eyes to the book in Qi Yan's hand again, and then asked: "Is my nephew interested in the demon way?"

Qi Yan raised his head to look at him, and cautiously asked without answering: "Why did Shishu say that?"

"It's just that I have read the book in your hand and the one you sent back just now," the male repairman let out a breath slowly, and said with a smile, "it happens that I am a little interested in them, and I have studied them for a while, so I know What are you looking at."

After he finished speaking, his slender eyebrows moved slightly, revealing a look of regret: "It's just a coincidence, although my sect is also a famous sect, and has a close relationship with the No. [-] sect of Zhengdao, there are many classics that can be Those who stay in our sect after copying, it stands to reason that our sect has a rich collection of books, but there are no records about the demon way."

Qi Yan looked at him silently, without speaking.

The male cultivator said again: "It's just that I have traveled abroad over the years. I have visited many senior experts and heard a lot of rumors, so I have some guesses. If you... are interested in this, you can come to me to discuss it at any time .”

After he finished speaking, he gave Qi Yan a friendly smile, and then asked: "By the way, nephew, I haven't had time to ask who you sit under."

Qi Yan replied: "Under Liu Changfeng's seat."

The male cultivator slightly raised his head when he heard the words, as if he was recalling who Qi Yan said this person was.

After a while, he looked at Qi Yan again and smiled: "Oh yes, I remembered. But that junior, who was an inner disciple of the Yunchen sect in the early years and came to my sect more than ten years ago ?”

Qi Yan nodded: "Exactly."

"That's very good." The male cultivator smiled with his eyes narrowed, his expression a little blunt, as if he was wearing a smiling mask, "My sect was selected to accept the disciples of the first sect of the righteous way, once he entered the inner sect , will basically never come back.

And as a good-fate monk who was born as a disciple of the inner sect of the great sect, he suddenly decided to abandon the Yunchen sect and settle in our sect for some reason, which shocked everyone at that time.Therefore, the head has always attached great importance to him, and in order to retain his resources, he is given priority.Following this junior brother, I think your life should be easy. "

After finishing speaking, the male cultivator shook the book in his hand: "It's getting late, I should go back too. I always want to visit him when I have free time someday."

He looked at Qi Yan again, thought for a while and said: "Nephew, I will give a public lecture in the middle of every month as a rule, but the current disciples are generally not very interested in what I say. If you are interested, I welcome you to come and listen."

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