A Qing

Ah Qing looked at the shallow old scar on the elbow of her left arm, and felt the cold sweat oozing from her back, and she had a bad feeling.

The Taoist Yuxiao's eyes were black, as if he could absorb the soul, he firmly grasped Ah Qing's sight. He opened his hands with a smile, opened his lips slightly, and spit out each word: "Ah Qing, I'm not coming soon! Come to Master!"

This sound contained a kind of evil magic power, like a net covering the sky, covering Ah Qing.

For a moment, Ah Qing's mind was completely blank.

Under her long eyelashes, the pupils of those bright eyes shrank into wheat tips. She couldn't move away from Taoist Yuxiao's eyes shining with a strange and evil light. It seemed that there were countless people whispering seductively in her ears at the same time, Muttering prayers, there were male voices and female voices, old people and children, all the strange things in front of her eyes, many memories that did not belong to her were forcefully poured into her mind, causing her head to ache, and her memories were torn apart vigorously. It's normal, but her body can't move at all, and she can't even cry out that it hurts.

"Ah Qing, hurry up and recognize Master!"

Taoist Yuxiao shouted sharply, stretched out a hand as white as jade, turned his palm into a finger, and placed it heavily between Ah Qing's eyebrows.

Ah Qing's whole body trembled, as if the center of her eyebrows had been bitten by a snake. A feeling of numbness penetrated from the center of her eyebrows to the depths of her brain along with the brain meridians.

The pupils of her clear eyes gradually dilated, as if the luminous pearl was covered with a layer of gray haze, and her expression slowly dimmed.

A look of joy flashed in Taoist Yuxiao's eyes.

Finally succeeded!

His black eyes, full of desire like a snake letter, were like a magic snake that came out of the hell of desire, slowly licking Ah Qing's young and beautiful face, licking her slender and fair face her neck, licking her delicious collarbone under the thin green shirt, and it tended to go down.

"Congratulations, master, congratulations to master!" The beautiful female priests in the room knelt down on one knee and congratulated Taoist Yuxiao.

Zhao Xinning raised her head even more, looked at Daoist Yuxiao with great admiration, and said, "Master has been longing for Ah Qing, a Yue girl. This girl is not only beautiful in appearance, but also strong in martial arts. She will definitely be a great help to Master!"

Taoist Yuxiao's rosy and well-maintained wrinkle-free face couldn't help but feel complacent. Desire and impatience flashed across his eyes. He stretched out his hands to hold Ah Qing's thin shoulders, and rubbed them itchingly, as if Touching the same long-awaited baby.

Isn't this baby?Feeling the warm and delicate skin under his palm, Taoist Yuxiao eagerly moved his head to Ah Qing's fair and slender neck and took a deep breath.

The clean, grass-like, virginal breath made him almost intoxicated.

He picked her up suddenly, put her on the bed gently, and said to all the female disciples without looking back: "The teacher is going to help her practice, you go down first."

"Yes."

All the female disciples looked at each other, they obviously knew what was going to happen next, and retreated obediently.

Ah Qing's eyes were gloomy, like a puppet made of ceramics, staying in the same place lifelessly, unaware of the imminent crisis, and remained motionless.

Taoist Yuxiao pulled down the curtain on the bed, took a deep breath, slipped in, slowly pulled away the belt on the side of Ah Qing's waist, put his hand in, and was about to touch it, but suddenly his heart tightened and he didn't respond When he came over, he saw an angry cold light coming in through the window, rubbing his bun with a "snapping" sound, nailing it hard into the wall, trembling slightly.

He took a closer look, but it was a piece of iron more than three feet long, and the hilt was nailed by two pieces of cork.

At the same time as that cold light appeared, there was a lonely and cold boy like a wild wolf who kicked in through the window.

The young man's eyes were as cold as frost and snow that has not melted for a thousand years, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, his whole body was tense and ready to go, his whole body was like a wild bird The ferocious wolf king who raised his hair upside down and arched his back angrily wanted to swallow his opponent alive.

Rao is Donghai Yuxiao who has experienced many battles and is the top tenth expert in the weapons list. After encountering such a furious wolf king, he still can't help but break out in cold sweat.

But he is an old man after all, seeing that the other party is unarmed, and seeing the "sword" on the bedside, he knows that this legendary "flying swordsman" is probably just seeing the woman he likes in another man's bed, and his anger rushes into his head for a while , Throwing his weapon out in desperation.

He was sure, and when he looked at A Fei again, there was already a sanctimonious smile on his face, as if looking at the young man who was bound to perish in his hands with pity, and said:

"Young man, no matter what you are here for today, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back today."

Ah Fei stared at him sharply like a sword, and the anger in his heart burned his chest like a flame: "Demon! I am here today, and I will definitely cut you into eight pieces!"

Donghai Yuxiao sneered: "Unload eight pieces? What do you use to unload?"

"Use a sword."

But a proud and unruly male voice came from outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a tall and thin black figure walked in coldly with a black scabbard sword on his back.

He was dressed in a black scarf and black robe, black shoes and black socks. On his dead gray face, a pair of eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were staring with arrogance.Behind them are female Taoists who are lying on the ground without knowing whether they are alive or dead.

It was Guo Songyang who met A Fei in the snow just now.

Donghai Yuxiao's heart sank.

He has been in the world for so many years, although he has never met Guo Songyang face to face, he has naturally heard what Guo Songyang looks like.Although this person is under Xiao Li Feidao, he is not a character to be provoked.

His Donghai Yuxiao is ranked tenth in the weapon spectrum, and this Guo Songyang is ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum. Although he has never competed with him, at least from Bai Xiaosheng's point of view, there is a slight gap between him and him.

Compared with the restless "Flying Swordsman" who lost his sword, Donghai Yuxiao was naturally more afraid of Guo Songyang.

As soon as Guo Songyang entered the room, he threw a sword to Ah Fei, a very ordinary sword, judging from the tassels on the sword, it was used by a woman, presumably he took it from the female disciple of Donghai Yuxiao .

Ah Fei took the sword expressionlessly, but after holding the sword, his entire aura changed completely.

Swordsmen always like to use their swords with their own hands.

The swords of all swordsmen also seem to represent their identities, and they will not easily use other people's swords.

Firstly, the sword is like their friend, and only when they get used to it on a daily basis, can they use their fingers more easily when encountering life and death in the arena.

Secondly, their requirements for swords are extremely high.Ordinary Fanjian, they don't like it, and it is impossible to display [-]% of its strength.

However, when Ah Fei got the sword in his hand, it was as if it was supposed to be the sword in his hand.

They Jianghu people are particularly sensitive to such mysterious things, and because of this, Donghai Yuxiao felt that he had underestimated this "flying swordsman" who was as indifferent as a lone wolf but with a wild and fierce look.

Even so, when facing these two people that even Shangguan Jinhong, who ranks second in the weapon spectrum, doesn't really want to face, Donghai Yuxiao's ruddy and well-maintained face still has a wicked smile on it meaning.

"Ah Qing." He called out with kindness in his eyes, "I haven't helped Master take care of these barbarians."

Ah Fei didn't know why, his heart sank like a weight, and his eyes couldn't help looking at the motionless girl on the bed.

Even through the curtain, he still saw clearly that the girl in green clothes who he thought was unconscious on the bed and was plotted against slowly got up, although there was still a trace of confusion in her voice, she still replied docilely:

"Yes."

The next moment, she blocked the curtain on the bed with one hand, and got off the bed lightly.

On the pale face, the eyes were a little strange, staring at A Fei and Guo Songyang.

The author has something to say: cover your face... I feel a lot jerky, and I haven't written for a long time.I'm sorry for those who have been collecting this, seeing that there are still people throwing grenades in this already pitted situation... I think no matter how much I remember the original idea, at least try to give this story an ending.