How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Venerable Babyface and his team rushed back to Taiming Peak in less than half a day, and a group of people came to meet him. Venerable Chongya asked, "Chongyang, have you found anything?"

Chongyang raised the spirit grass in his hand: "Don't even look at who I am?"

However, Chong Ya noticed the torn sleeve on Chong Yang's arm, and frowned: "I was injured, but was injured from fighting a giant monster spider?"

Chongyang rubbed the tip of his eyebrows, impatiently: "How can that beast hurt me even half an inch? Hey, why are you so wordy, first hand over this spirit grass to Patriarch Qingwu!"

Knowing his temper, Chong Ya thought he hadn't suffered much injury, so he relaxed and turned into a sword boat, took Chong Yang's hand and brought him up.

A group of disciples standing in place behind them looked at each other in blank dismay.

The closer they got to Yuxing Peak, the thicker the fog would be. Chongyang and Chongya stepped down and landed on the rock together, and in front of them was an invisible barrier.

The two looked at each other, and said to the inside: "I'm offended!" Then they joined hands to break the barrier.

It is estimated that the ancestor Qingwu didn't really want to stop them, maybe he just wanted to be quiet, isolate this Yuxing Peak from the outside world, and be alone with Chonghua.

As soon as he broke the barrier, he saw Patriarch Qingwu standing in front of him, Chongyang was startled and backed away.

When he was a child, he was a little afraid of this master of Yuxing Peak, and he admired him very much, so he always liked to imitate him in front of outsiders, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong in front of this ancestor.

Chong Ya grabbed him and bowed respectfully to Qing Wu: "I'm sorry Master Qing Wu, Chong Yang and I didn't intend to disturb, but just to send the soul grass."

"Soul Grass?" The deep and hoarse male voice had a questioning tone, and his indifferent eyes swept towards Chongyang, pressing down on him like a thousand weights.

Chongyang immediately returned to his senses, and held out the soul grass with both hands very respectfully: "Yes, Master, this soul grass has only matured for ten thousand years, and it has miraculous effects on repairing the soul. I think you can... give it a try."

Yes, just give it a try. For so many years, the people at Taimingdian tried various methods but they couldn't wake Chonghua up. There was very little hope.

Looking at the "Spiritual Soul Grass", there was a gleam of light in Qingwu's gray eyes, and he raised his hand slightly, and the Divine Soul Grass stopped in his palm.

"You guys step back." Unceremoniously issued the order to evict the guest, turned around and left.

Chongyang was a little reconciled, and couldn't help shouting: "Chongyang misses senior brother very much, can I ask to see you!"

It has been many, many years, Chongyang has changed from someone else's disciple to someone else's master, and he has not seen Chonghua for a long time.

Qingwu didn't pause, but said in a low voice: "Chonghua likes tranquility." It was regarded as a rejection.

What kind of excuse is this, Chongyang doesn't think Chonghua likes to be quiet, but looking at Qingwu's back, he can't refute anything.

A person's back always looks very lonely, but the green one looks very dark and dead, maybe it's the desolate scenery around him, maybe it's his dark gray robe, he blends with them.

In fact, Qingwu, who can see Chonghua every day, is the one who misses Chonghua the most.

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Wan Tengjue closed his eyes tightly, he fell from the sky, and then sank into a clear pool.

Sinking into the water, sinking into a dream, but fish will lack oxygen when they go ashore, and people will not be able to breathe when they enter the water.

When he was dying, he seemed to hear other people's breathing, which was intermittent and painful.

Ah, I also heard a sigh: self-inflicted, can't live.

Who is committing crimes, and who cannot live?

He wanted to know, but felt that it didn't matter.

The remaining clothes floated wantonly in the water, the blood on the face and body dissipated with the water flow, and the deep or shallow mottled scars all over the body began to stop bleeding and heal quickly, surprisingly fast.

Not only him, even the amber pendant on his chest slowly floated up, emitting a soft purple light, not flattering but dazzlingly beautiful.

Wan Tengjue's breath began to spit out bubbles, more and more urgently, more and more, and the trembling eyelids finally opened uncontrollably!

Opening his mouth, the pool of water poured in continuously, Wan Tengjue began to choke on the water, and then finally realized that his survival instinct made him frantically stretch his arms upwards.

It wasn't until the water broke that he discovered that the pool could be stepped on the bottom.

The man, who was soaked all over, looked very embarrassed, with messy hair sticking to his face, and the ragged clothes on his body exposed the skin inside.

Wan Tengjue panted heavily, breathing in the air greedily, wiped his face with his hands, and wiped away the water droplets in front of his eyes.

Then he saw a person standing not far in front of him, with his back turned to him, his dark blue clothes were completely soaked in water, and they were tightly attached to his thin body.

He seemed to be very puzzled by the current situation. He raised his left arm and looked sideways slightly.

Wan Tengjue saw the curve of his well-defined jawbone and the lovely scallop-like earlobes.

"Ah... Jian?" His voice trembled pitifully, he was afraid that this was just a dream.

Because Wan Tengjue clearly remembered that the spirit grass was taken away.

The man had already heard the words and turned around, revealing a still blurry face, with a soft and familiar voice: "Ah Jue, am I out?"

Wan Tengjue, who had been holding his breath because of nervousness, suddenly let out a foul breath, and ran towards Ah Jian in three steps at a time.

There was a loud sound of water, and he hugged him.

"Hmm! You're here!" Wan Tujue was very excited.

Ah Jian put her chin on his shoulder, and a beautiful face was reflected in the water below.

It's a pity that Wan Teng never paid attention, he just happily picked up Ah Jian and strode towards the shore.

Ah Jian sat on Wan Tujue's folded arms like a child, and tightly circled his neck because of the unstable center of gravity.

Wan Tengjue's head was pressed against Ah Jian's chest, and he smelled a familiar fragrance. He liked it very much, so he rubbed it casually again.

This place should be a secret place. Although the surrounding scenery is no different from that in Meridian Forest, there are still towering trees and vines hanging down, but the mighty sword energy permeating the air makes Wan Qijue feel oppressed. It is estimated that a sword entered Xiu's secret realm.

Fortunately, Ah Jian did not show any discomfort, and his breathing was a bit more stable than his. It seems that Ah Jian is indeed a spiritual practitioner, which coincides with the sword energy here. By chance, he walked out of the shackles of the pendant. "Thinking.

Wan Tengjue carefully placed Ah Jian on the ground, let him sit down with his back against the big tree, and took out two sets of clothes from the storage ring, one green and one black, which were not too different from those on the two of them. difference.

Ah Jian reached out to take the shirt and put it aside, then untied the wet clothes on her body, and soon the delicate collarbone was exposed, and there were still attractive drops of water on the white and smooth skin.

Wan Tengjue's eyes darkened, he knelt down in front of Ajian and grabbed his hands, his voice was obviously hoarse: "Ajian, I'll help you."

Calloused fingers lifted the innermost layer of clothes, slid over the round and lovely shoulders inadvertently, and the top of the clothes fell straight to the waistline. Wan Tengjue looked at the half-naked boy opposite, breathing hard. became thicker.

Ah Jian sat obediently at his mercy, there were two pink and tender red cherry blossoms on her well-defined chest that seemed to be waiting for someone to pick them, her abdomen was flat and there was no trace of fat, Wan Tengjue knelt down on her knees, her fingertips trembling to untie it. Boy's pants.

To be honest, Wan Qijue is definitely a novice with little experience in love. He misses him every day like three autumns, has the impulsive desire to do shameful things when he meets him, and his precious care and cherishment.

Wan Tengjue couldn't wait to press him up, the ups and downs of his chest had already touched Ajian's body, kissed his collarbone and then went all the way down, stopping on the long-coveted red cherry, licking, licking, sucking. suck, nibble...

His hands were not idle either. After stripping off the opponent's clothes, he quickly tore up and discarded the remaining cloth strips on his body, revealing a strong body. The arc of his back was like a crouching wolf. ready to go.

When the big rough palms were soothing on the body, Ah Jian finally couldn't restrain himself from moaning softly, his slender white legs were tightly closed together, Wan Tengjue swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then squeezed into Ah Jian's chest. between the legs.

In a sufficiently awake state, Wan Tengjue was still gentle, and he lit a fire beside him to prevent Ah Jian from catching a cold, even though he knew that the cultivator could not be so weak.

The fingers were developing like a master without a teacher, and the entry of the foreign body made Ah Jian arch his body sadly. Wan Tengjue held his waist that was twisting back and forth, and bewitched: "Don't be afraid, Ah Jian, I will be careful." of."

Then it entered, the lower body was already as hard as iron, and it swelled to the point of exploding. It seemed that only the soft and firm place was its exclusive destination. It almost pushed to the deepest part in one go, and Ah Jian was so supported that he couldn't breathe.

But like a well-known natural instrument, Ah Jian quickly adapted and accepted it, and the warm and moist body fluid produced by itself nourished the originally dry inside, and Wan Tengjue felt it clearly and then felt happy, and tried to twitch .

He got his wish in exchange for a soft and seductive groan. When the desire is high, he is always a little delirious. When he looks at Ah Jian, he seems to see Jian Shou's face. He is intoxicated, seductive and extremely evil. .

But this was the first time he didn't feel disgusted. He even stretched out his hand to touch that mysterious cheek. The skin under his palm was as delicate and smooth as he had imagined, which made the movements of his lower body a little heavier. .

Ah Jian was knocked awake like a dream, her legs consciously entwined with the opponent's vigorously shaking waist, her inner thighs began to tighten and convulsed, and the shouts in her throat became wanton and indulgent.

This is his original face, indulgent and promiscuous, for some reason Ah Jian suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, and his nose felt a little sore.

"Ajia, Ahjian..." Wan Teng called him non-stop, even the ending sound was sweet love, in a trance, he was the person he loved the most in this world.

Oh, I forgot, it was originally, but it happened that the person I hated the most was also him.

The ten fingers that looked like green jade tightly pinched the man's muscular back, the end of his eyes showed frivolous redness, and the originally clear eyes showed a look that belonged to Jian Shou, indifferent and decisive, he blew in his ear : "Hurry up~"

Wan Tanjue's entire ear was completely red, and he didn't notice the difference at all, only that Ah Jian was as happy and unpredictable as him, and as the twisted inside continued to tighten, Wan Tanjue quickly threw away his helmet and armor.

He lay on his body panting, and he recovered after a while, and retreated from Jian Shou's body, bringing out a stream of ambiguous liquid, Jian Shou slightly "hummed" twice, Wan Tujue paused , squeezed his hand: "Ajian, I really want you again!"

"No more." He looked at him coldly with eyes without any emotion, and his tone was also very indifferent.

But his voice became hoarse because of the excessive shouting, and the momentum when he spoke naturally weakened a bit. Wan Tanjue let him go because he felt itchy in his heart.

After cleaning him up personally, Wan Chengjue carefully put on clean clothes for him, and stayed for a while while wearing his waist, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

Jian Shou tilted his head slightly, feeling puzzled. He had never seen Wan Tengjue who let his guard down and was so gentle, so he asked involuntarily, "Why are you so kind to me?"

Wan Tengjue's fingertips rubbed against Jian Shou's side, didn't he show it clearly?He has already had a skin-to-skin relationship with him, doesn't Ah Jian understand what this means?

He doesn't like people who like to pretend to be stupid, but if that person is Ah Jian, there is nothing he can do.

There was a hint of displeasure in his lowered eyes, and he was slightly aggrieved. When he raised his eyes again, he supported Jian Shou's shoulders, his eyes were firm and affectionate: "Because I like you! Ah Jian, do you like me?"

"like"?This word was too unfamiliar to Jian Shou, so that he was greatly shocked when he heard it. He stared at Wan Tujue's face, trying to find clues from his expression, whether it was a joke or a deception.

But no, it's all full of sincerity, the sincerity that Jian Shou scoffs at but can't wait for.

After the man asked him, he showed an expectant and nervous expression. It was so real that it was unbelievable. Jian Shou felt that the frequency of his heart beating was a bit strange, thump, thump...

As time went by, Wan Tujue hadn't waited for Jian Shou's answer, he was a little disappointed and frustrated, but then he thought about it, didn't Ah Jian not deny it either!

Thinking of this, his mood improved a bit, and he didn't intend to continue the stalemate with Ah Jian on this issue, so he picked him up.

Jian Shou lay on his generous back, Wan Tujue trembled deliberately, Jian Shou reflexively wrapped his arms around his neck, and his body was even tighter.

He frowned slightly, blinked his slender eye feathers, and shouted like a warning: "Wan Qijue."

Wan Tujue shook his head and said in disapproval, "Ah Jian, you should call me Ah Jue."

Absolutely?Jian Shou thought it was a bit ridiculous, so he dodged his eyes for a moment, then opened his mouth forcefully, and called out: "... Ah Jue."

Because of his love, he didn't hear the rejection. The corner of Wan Tujue's mouth evoked an exaggerated smile, and he leaned his head and kissed Jian Shou's forearm.

Jian Shou trembled and felt hot, but tightened his grip even more.