How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Outside the Wusi Pavilion and the main hall, the colder the strange grass and fairy vines, the greener they become.

They wear stones and surround the eaves, but they are a natural barrier for the main hall, and a tough and indestructible dharma shield can be vaguely glimpsed from it.

However, in the main hall inside the hood, there is a scenery that no one can imagine.

On the jade bed in Hongluan's tent, panting and moaning lightly, it is clearly the voice of passion and joy, but there is only one figure.

It was a naked man with white jade skin and three thousand black hairs. He knelt down on the bed and buried his face, his stunning appearance was invisible.

He propped up the bed with one hand, and circled behind his back with the other, constantly twitching the contents of his body, hitting the most sensitive part of his body every time he went out and in.

His body was covered with a layer of intoxicating pink, and the slender fingertips were also jumping with fluorescent lights. There was a faint sound of water, and he kept moving, but he couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

This was the most debauched moment, and also the most tormenting moment, he was actually in great pain.

When Jian Shou was conscious, it was at such an embarrassing moment. The sudden awakening made his magic baby vibrate, and there was a tearing pain in his abdomen. He didn't dare to stop, otherwise he would die.

Jian Shou could only move according to instinct, and the thrusting and thrusting were even more rude. He stretched his neck in pain, like a dying swan.

The stunning face was exposed, with eyebrows like ink painting, lips like cherry blossoms, a beautiful nose and starry eyes, with a touch of evil red at the end of the eyes, alluring, like a fairy or an evil.

But his face was terribly pale, with bulging veins on his forehead, white teeth biting his lower lip, blood splattered down from the corner of his mouth, and a mournful moan came from his throat.

The man hiding in the dark couldn't bear it anymore, he knelt on the ground in the most pious manner, his voice was full of worry: "My lord, please ask your subordinates to convey your cultivation base to your lord!"

Jian Shou was startled by the sudden sound, and he realized that there were other people in the room.

Immediately embarrassment and humiliation welled up in his heart, and with the remaining irritability in his body, he growled: "Get out!"

A burst of powerful coercion hit Ku's body, causing him to fly to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. He hurriedly got up and kowtowed heavily: "Yes!"

Then Dry left the main hall and stood firm outside the door. He was the only close servant and dead man by the Lord's side. He would execute all the orders of the Lord immediately and never let him repeat it a second time.

He is his most loyal dog.

Jian Shou was almost rolling on the bed in pain, but he didn't stop for a moment, doing the most humiliating thing.

He doesn't have any memory of the original owner now, so he doesn't know what method to use to relieve the rampant demon energy in his body.

Instead of calling out to the system in his heart, he shouted out directly with a hoarse voice.

The system finally came late, but as if he hadn't heard Jian Shou's desperate moans, his tone was very indifferent: "Host, from now on I will not appear again, you must remember to follow the principles of the world."

The system's words were like a blow to the head, and it caught him off guard. Why didn't it appear again?Don't need to do the task?What is the origin of the world?

But no matter how he called, the system didn't make any more sound, just as it said, it disappeared.

It was not until the end that Jian Shou knew what it meant to follow the principle.

He is just a pawn in the thousands of worlds, where he will go and where he will end up is already predestined.

The desire.fire deep in his body seemed to burn him to death. His nails were stuck on the ferocious jade body, and he used the strength like self-mutilation. He suddenly wanted to cry.

In fact, the corners of his eyes had already been soaked with tears, which wet the bedding, and with a low moan, the bloodshot desire finally came out, and Jian Shou also fainted instantly.

The dharma hood outside the main hall suddenly burst open, and there was a dead silence inside the hall, which changed the expression of the dry man who was guarding outside the hall, and rushed in!

Jian Shou fell into a dream, or maybe it wasn't a dream, because in it, he was a bystander at one moment and the protagonist at another.

But he knew that this was the past, the past was the past of the original owner, and now it was his past.

Jian's family has a young man with a beautiful face, slender and white, like a beautiful woman; his hair is creamy and his eyebrows are natural, and he can't tut his tongue when he sees it.

There is a tall sycamore tree in the courtyard wall. It is late spring, and the sycamore tree is covered with white and pink flowers.

When the breeze blew, there was a slight rustling sound, the petals collided with each other, and then fell down gracefully.

A hand that looked like beautiful jade stretched out to catch a few thin petals, and with a light wave, the petals floated away.

The young man was lying on a branch, his clothes belt as thin as a cicada's wing hanging down, floating with the wind.

His red lips parted slightly, and he made an elegant and melodious voice: "The phoenix is ​​singing, at that high hill. The phoenix tree is growing, at the rising sun."

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The Jian family in Yunyang is an inconspicuous little family among thousands of cultivating families. For hundreds of years, there have been very few monks at the golden core stage.

Unexpectedly, thousands of years ago, the Jian family in Yunyang was also the great sect of the immortal cultivator family, and the world was unpredictable, but now it has fallen to this point.

Maybe it was because of God's pity, 16 years ago, Jian's family gave birth to a son named Jian Shou, who was born with spiritual bones and intelligence, and was a good material for cultivating immortals.

As he grew older, Jian Shou's talent for cultivating immortals became more and more prominent. He was very good at swordsmanship, he practiced Qi at the age of ten, and broke through the foundation stage at the age of 16.

If Jian Shou stayed at Jian's house in Yunyang honestly, he would definitely be able to reach the height of Yuanying by himself, but his talent would be buried after all.

So the head of the Jian family personally drafted a letter and delivered it to Jian Shou, asking him to worship the authentic sect of cultivating immortals—Tai Ming Dian.

But what no one expected was that after Jian Shou left, the Jian family was retaliated by the enemy, and the whole family was wiped out.

Jian Shou also embarked on a tragic life that he never imagined, and has been miserable for the rest of his life.

Taiming Peak is far away from Jian's house in Yunyang, but Jianshou's storage bag doesn't have any magical artifacts, only a few pieces of transportation talisman paper, so he has to save them.

A cloud of black mist suddenly floated from the sky, suddenly overflowing with devilish energy, Jian Shou's expression froze, and he drew a soft sword from his waist to make a defensive posture.

Jian Shou was forced back a few steps by the powerful demonic energy that kept approaching, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

A little closer, the devilish energy fled in all directions, and then Jian Shou saw clearly that the big thing floating in mid-air was actually a magic weapon, the cloud boat.

Three men dressed in black jumped out of the boat, their faces were covered, Jian Shou really couldn't see their faces clearly, only knew that these three men must be doing something wrong.

When the three men saw Jian Shou, their eyes immediately released predatory gazes like wild beasts. The young man in Tsing Yi in front of him was like a green willow tree or a budding snow lotus, and his temperament was indescribably refreshing and comfortable.

But he has a charming face that turns all sentient beings upside down, and his eyes are full of youth, which is a bit more beautiful than a newborn apricot.

It's not that those people have never seen beauties, they may even have seen all the beauties in the world, and they lost their composure in front of this young man. The most important thing was because of his physique.

The person on the far left couldn't control the excitement in his heart, and walked a little further towards Jian Shou holding the shining magic weapon in both hands, and said loudly: "Look at you! This person really has the physique of Jiuyin Cold Vessel !"

No wonder he lost his sense of proportion, even Jian Shou would be shocked for a long time when he heard it.

Nine-yin cold pulse, a special physique that is rare in ten thousand years. People with nine-yin cold pulse physique, whether male or female, must be stunning people. They are both the darling of heaven and the outcast of heaven.

It can help people quickly absorb all kinds of aura, and quickly practice various exercises, but in the end, it is not the person who benefits himself but the person who is combined with him, helping his skills increase sharply and even kill his life.

In other words, people with nine yin and cold veins are natural cauldrons, and everyone can't wait to eat them.

With such a name, even if Jian Shou is not of this cauldron physique, he will definitely end badly if word spreads.

So he immediately scolded: "You despicable villain, don't speak wild words, slander!"

The man holding the magic weapon snorted: "You little boy really doesn't know what to do, what a rare constitution the Nine Yin Cold Pulse is, having it is a blessing that you can only cultivate in several lifetimes!"

Of course, Jian Shou would not think this is a blessing, and wished to throw away this unlucky title immediately: "I have practiced swordsmanship since I was a child, and my family members are also righteous people. I will never have this obscene-evil physique!"

Seeing Jian Shou's denial, the man handed over the glowing magic weapon: "Ignorant boy, do you think that the Nine Yin Cold Vessels are so easy to be discovered? Only this Yin-seeking treasure can be verified!"

Jian Shou has seen the appearance of this magical instrument from the classics, the Banga compass, the outer octagonal prism and the inner circular vortex, which is dark purple when it is not shining.

It is both a test tool and a positioning compass, but the tester and the person looking for it are born cauldrons. Facing the higher-grade cauldron, the lighter the light it emits, the brighter it is.

Now the compass emits a strong holy white light, the closer it is to Jian Shou, the more radiant it becomes, and Jian Shou's face turns pale every inch of it.

The eyes of the person called the right envoy slanted coldly, and he released a violent coercion: "What are you talking about with him, and it is the right thing to tie him back to the pavilion master early."

The two immediately clasped their fists together and said "yes", sacrificed the magic weapon and attacked Jane.

Under the coercion of the high-class people, Jian Shou's body was covered with heavy shackles, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Even if Jian Shou had a soft sword, he couldn't fully unleash it. The two of them didn't show mercy, but accelerated their attack speed, especially the thinnest man, whose palms were fierce.

In the end, another person stopped the thin man: "Don't leave too many traces, it's a pity for such a good face!"

The slender man waved his hand away, his eyes were cold: "We must avoid future troubles!"

As he said that, he took out a red object the size of a thumb from his hand, and smashed it into Jian Shou's spine at the back of his neck!

A burst of severe pain, the unknown thing entwined with demonic energy was shot into Jian Shou's body, he knelt down on his knees unbearably, spit out a mouthful of blood, lost all the strength in his whole body, and became powerless to fight back Fragile lamb.

The right envoy stood silently at the side, seeing that Jian Shou had been subdued, he said, "Tie him to Yun Xingzhou, and return to Wusi Pavilion immediately."

"Yes!"

It turned out to be "Wusi Pavilion"!The place where the demonic cultivators gather in the world is majestic and widely distributed, and the method of collecting yin and replenishing yang is prevalent among them. It is difficult to get out if you go in, but Jian Shou has no way to do it now.

Jian Shou was thrown in a small corner of the boat, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked very sad, and the blood stains on his Tsing Yi were even more poignant.

The end is that the beauty is in trouble but does not lose her elegance, adding softness and sympathy.

Jian Shou felt many eyes falling on him, curious but not malicious.

So he raised his head with difficulty, only to find that there were several handsome young men curled up together on the boat. They were similar in age and aura. Jian Shou understood that they were also the cauldrons that were captured.

For the cauldron furnace, you can choose a Yin person over fifteen or sixteen years old, with beautiful features, red lips and white teeth, smooth complexion, delicate skin, clear voice, and smooth speech, which is a good weapon.

The surrounding area of ​​Wusi Pavilion is steep. When approaching this place, Jian Shou and the other teenagers were covered with black cloth to cover their eyes, so now Jian Shou only hears the sound but cannot see anything.

The wind in his ear became more and more fierce, but stopped at the next moment. Jian Shou thought that they should have arrived at the Wusi Pavilion, but as expected, someone slipped Jian Shouti down, and dragged him before he could stand still.

Jian Shou staggered to keep up, and he was dragged away just when he heard someone say "the pavilion master is in urgent need". There seemed to be scattered footsteps beside his ears, and there were other people who were taken away.

The door was pushed open, and an extravagant aroma came in, mixed with a strange smell.

Jian Shou was pushed to the ground, his hands tied behind his back were released, and his blindfold was removed, and his eyes and ears became clear in an instant.

Very close, on the big bed carved from rosewood, there were two men intertwined.

The man with a strong body and bronzed skin pressed the fair-skinned and slender man under him, and savaged him fiercely.

The man seemed to be unable to take it anymore, and begged with a humble crying sound: "My lord, my lord, please save my life!"

The man grabbed him by the neck, stifled his voice, and increased his strength, continuously absorbing the man's mana and essence, and finally made the man die alive on the bed!

"Trash!" The man who had lost his voice was thrown out of the bed by the man. The man was naked, with horrifying bruises all over his body, his pupils were dilated, and his death was tragic!

The boy kneeling next to Jian Shou screamed out of fright, and the man on the bed got off the bed naked, with strong muscles all over his mountain-like body and suspicious white skin.

His sharp thick eyebrows were furrowed impatiently, but his face was well-defined but hostile.

Jian Shou covered the mouth of the young man beside him. He had no doubt that if the young man made another sound, the man in front of him would immediately kill him.

At this time, the man's eyes were attracted by Jian Shou. He was dressed in blue and white sleeves, and his big face was absolutely perfect. His eyebrows were like willows, his eyes were like autumn waves, and there was a charming blush on the corners of his eyes.

The man was stunned, his voice trembling slightly, he called him: "Chonghua."