Into the Pirated Cultivation Text

Rong Xin could barely breathe smoothly, he put his hands on his chest, trying to push Feng Tingyun away, but Feng Tingyun didn't seem to be joking, he pressed on every step, staring at him as if he was staring at himself Chyme in the palm.

"Master...Feng Tingyun, I think this matter needs to be discussed again."

Feng Tingyun snorted inexplicably.

"What's there to discuss? You've already formed a bond with me. If you can combine the dual cultivation, it will not only strengthen your essence, but also help you digest the potency of Chishan fruit faster and transform your spiritual power into cultivation. What's wrong?"

Rong Xin hesitated, "No, I won't... No, I'm not ready yet."

Feng Tingyun frowned, "What else do I need to prepare for?"

Rong Xin seemed to have caught a breakthrough, he suddenly became very confident, "What do you mean you need to prepare, if you don't prepare, you will die! You don't have experience, do you? Without prior... really big things will happen !"

At any rate, Rong Xin had been immersed in the feasting and feasting for a while. He had heard of the relationship between men and men, but he really didn't know what to do... After all, he never thought that he could bend, and His mother and child were single, and he didn't even have a girlfriend in a serious way... Whether that thing is the same as double cultivation, he still doesn't know.

After hearing his words, Feng Tingyun frowned and thought for a moment.

After a while, he took out a jade bottle from his bosom, "No one knows how effective Chi Shanguo is to sword spirits. Although you have been asleep for seven days, your spirit and body are still not stable. Drink this gone."

Rong Xin took the jade bottle, but did not open it to drink.

Feng Tingyun glanced at him coldly, "Why, are you still afraid that I will inject lust medicine into the bottle?"

Rong Xin grabbed the jade bottle and drank the jade dew inside in one gulp. The suspicion on his face was still there, and he replied gruffly, "I guess you are not such a person."

Feng Tingyun glanced at him again, and quickly left again.

Seeing him leave, Rong Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked around the Bailing Villa and found that there were many changes in the villa. Mrs. Zhao had passed away long ago, and those in charge had changed. Even many disciples had become monsters and demon cultivators. Looking sideways, Rong Xin returned to the house to meditate depressedly.

After an unknown amount of time, Rong Xin felt that he could transform from a spirit sword into a spirit body freely. Today, before he opened his eyes, he felt a strange gaze.

Feng Tingyun is back.

He seemed to have just finished taking a bath, his hair was loose on the nape of his neck, the ends of his hair were still wet, his robe was barely draped, his eyebrows and eyes were still delicate, and in the dim moonlight, he added a hint of tenderness.

Rong Xin seemed to have returned to the Bailing Mountain Villa in the real world in a daze. On the night before they held the big ceremony, Feng Tingyun was also sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him like that.Rong Xin's expression moved slightly, "Brother, is that you?"

Feng Tingyun couldn't help but frowned, "What are you calling me?"

Rong Xin quickly realized, "...it's nothing, what are you doing here?"

The sharp-eyed Rong Xin seemed to see books piled up on the table behind Feng Tingyun. Feng Tingyun's fingertips moved spiritually, and a picture album appeared in his hand instantly, "Didn't you say that you need to prepare? I have found a lot of things in the mortal world." , I am well prepared.”

Feng Tingyun threw the picture album to him, Rong Xin spread it out to take a look, and on it was written a line of words in lower letters with hairpin flowers - Wushan Yuzhuan, after a few moments of climbing in a dream, the general is under Shanglangjun.

After seeing the content clearly, Rong Xin felt as if he was on fire, and almost threw the album out with a shake of his hand.

What the hell?How can I see Wushanyu in the mirror? !

Feng Tingyun said quietly, "There are all kinds of poses in the album, if you think it's not enough, there are still on the table."

With a snap, Rong Xin closed the album, "This...you must be too impatient..."

Feng Tingyun seemed displeased, "You were my sword when I was 12 years old, how long do you think it will take?" Feng Tingyun pulled him to his side, "Besides, did you not Is it that anxious?"

Before Rong Xin could react, Feng Tingyun forcefully probed into his spiritual veins, and a wave of icy cold spiritual power came to him, which could not be refused.

Rong Xin suddenly felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was blown by a gust of cool wind. As the sword spirit of Ling Yunjian, he was born to have a close feeling for his sword master. Once the sword master stepped into his sea of ​​consciousness, he could only open the door to welcome the other party. This is an irresistible force.

There is a small boat floating on the vast sea, the boat is completely white, the sky is blue and the sea is blue, the sun is just right at noon, the sea is shimmering, and the summer sea breeze is blowing, it is a moist and warm smell, Feng Tingyun enters When Rong Xin knew the sea, he was secretly surprised, he didn't expect that his little sword spirit's sea of ​​knowledge turned out to be such a beautiful and vast sea.

When he came to the small boat, he saw the young man in the jade green robe sitting at the end of the bed, Feng Tingyun almost mistook him for his junior sister in Linxianzong.

—but that person is long dead.She died under his Lingyun sword, and later he pulled out the yellow fox and hung her in a thousand pieces at the gate of Bailing Villa. Up to now, her fox fur is still hanging on it.In order to give Rong Fang an explanation, he traveled thousands of miles to the southern border to find another piece of Baixuan Jade and give it to Rong Fang.

After that, he never went back to Linxianzong, nor heard about him.

Why does his sword spirit look so similar to that person?

Perhaps it was because Ling Yunjian pierced him through his heart?

This is the first time that the little sword spirit has killed a monk other than evil spirits, so he will inevitably remember it, right?This little sword spirit has a pure mind, every word and action is written on his face, confusion, anger, concern, nostalgia... When he first woke up, he couldn't hide the surprise and love that was staring at him eagerly.

Feng Tingyun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he put away all his thoughts and stepped into the cabin.

Rong Xin looked at him warily, "Why did you come here?"

Feng Tingyun didn't care about his cautiousness, like comforting a restless cub, "You and I share the same knowledge, so I can naturally enter your territory."

Rong Xin was sitting at the stern of the boat with one leg hanging outside, even his robe was blown over by the sea breeze, his hair on the sideburns was curled behind his head, revealing his face that was as bright as spring, he moved his lips, "... go out, That's weird."

The sea of ​​consciousness is the most important place for a monk. The golden core is hidden here, and it is the same for sword spirits or monsters. This place is not only private, but also the most vulnerable place. Although they share the sea of ​​consciousness, Feng Tingyun Breaking in like this recklessly made Rong Xin very insecure.

Who knew that Feng Tingyun took his hand and squeezed him lightly, "If you can't accept the dual cultivation of spirit and body, you might as well let the sea of ​​consciousness merge with each other."

Of course Rong Xin was unwilling, but when Feng Tingyun also opened up his knowledge of the sea, he was stunned.

Feng Tingyun's sea of ​​consciousness...is a double-sided mirror!

And it is still a Guangling mirror, but why are there two Guangling mirrors?

In the mirror are islands surrounded by fairy mist, standing on both sides of the huge Guangling Mirror. Rong Xin stood in the center of the two mirrors and looked back and forth, "Which one is it?"

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the mirror and pulled him in, "Rong'er."

Rong Xin heard that his tone was different from before, but he still asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The man pulled him into his arms, "It's Senior Brother."

"Brother!" Rong Xin grabbed him tightly, "Are you really trapped in his sea of ​​consciousness? How can we rescue you? Do we still have a chance to break the mirror?"

Feng Tingyun hugged him, "Brother tried many methods but couldn't fully control his sea of ​​consciousness. He is suppressing the demonic energy now, and I have no chance of winning. Rong'er can help senior brother fuel his demonic energy." ?"

Rong Xin was puzzled, "Demon energy?"

Feng Tingyun nodded, "Yes, I can control him only when he is eroded by demon energy and completely loses his mind. Then you help me seal him in the sea of ​​consciousness, and we will have a chance to break the mirror and return to the present world .”

Rong Xin felt that something was wrong, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, but at this moment, Feng Tingyun pressed a kiss on his cheek, Rong Xin's face turned red immediately, not only that, Feng Tingyun followed his kiss Touching him with the lower back, "Brother misses Rong'er so much, does Rong'er miss me?"

Rong Xin's ears turned red from his gentle question, but he still nodded.

Feng Tingyun hugged him even tighter, and buried him on the back of his neck, biting lightly.

"Remember, Rong'er, to completely make him trust you, it's best to practice dual cultivation with this body every day. When he completely trusts you, use the spell I taught you to be on his other side of the sea of ​​consciousness... ..."

Rong Xin still has a sliver of reason, he knows that this is an illusion in the mirror, all of this is fake, the only real thing should be his own spiritual consciousness and the spiritual consciousness of his senior brother, but for some reason, he always feels that there is something inconsistent with it "Who the hell is he..."

Feng Tingyun whispered in a hoarse and ambiguous voice, "It's also me. He is me..."

Rong Xin was so fascinated by his bewitching voice that he forgot where he was. Gradually, he felt a tingling sensation from the back of his neck, all the way to his tailbone.

Feng Tingyun's gentle voice suddenly disappeared, and his other hands embraced his shoulders. At some point, he returned to the dark room. The night pearl was covered with dust at some point, and the man gnawed lightly from the back of his neck all the way down.

Rong Xin felt that his calf was unbelievably tense, and he even had a slight cramp feeling, but he couldn't relax. The back of his neck was itchy unbelievably. The soft touch seemed to be touching the heartstrings in his chest. If you don't pay attention to the tight string, it will snap and break.

He swallowed his saliva, trying to swallow the heartbeat that was about to come out of his throat, he rolled himself into a shrimp, only the hard back shell was exposed, but the other party was not happy, so he just opened his softest belly...

Since this person entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he has been wantonly touching him, but now he doesn't know why, and his whole body is weak, so he can only let this person do anything wrong, but he still pushes him with his sweaty palms. Grabbing his palm directly, the sharp teeth grabbed the tender flesh of his palm, and Rong Xin half arched his waist in excitement.

"Why are you sweating so much?" The bewitching voice rang out again, the difference was that the voice was slightly puzzled and cold.

Panting and trembling, Rong Xin pulled out his palm and turned over. His jade green robe had long been peeled off during the tearing and struggling, and half of his shoulders were exposed. His skin was dazzlingly white, and the sock on one ankle was also It was gone, Feng Tingyun held his ankle and squeezed it.

Rong Xin almost refused with a hot voice, "Don't pinch."

Feng Tingyun really didn't pinch him, but he pulled his ankle forcefully, and the man was on top of him, looking at him with overlooking eyes, but his eyes were too eager and hungry, like a wild wolf The hanging raw meat is green and a bit creepy.

Rong Xin's subconscious reaction was to escape, but the bed is so big, where can he escape?

...

"What are you doing?" Rong Xin felt dangerous.

Feng Tingyun bit his lip, and said softly while rubbing his lips and tongue, "Dual cultivation with my sword spirit."

...

Rong Xin was about to bite his white teeth to pieces, he couldn't even breathe intermittently, he grabbed the person on his body in pain, and scratched the brocade-like skin of the other party with bloodstains, he still bit down until the mouth was full of blood. There was a faint smell of blood.

Even so, Feng Tingyun didn't stop at all, he was like a wolf smelling fishy, ​​refusing to let go of the meat.

...

It wasn't until the moonlight was setting and the dawn was about to emerge that Rong Xin vaguely remembered, didn't they want to practice double cultivation?

Why didn't he feel the improvement of his cultivation from the beginning to the end?

That's not right, Feng Tingyun has been infusing him with spiritual power intermittently, with this spiritual power, he will not be unconscious, and will not be torn apart.

But he was really tired. It turned out that the double cultivation was so tired that he could hardly open his eyes, and his consciousness was also chaotic. This was like a dream. Like being flooded over the whole body, it is refreshing and exhausting.

He was hugged tightly in his arms, kissing the knocked eyelids, and he fell into the darkness, not caring about anything.

On the second day, Rong Xin was awakened by thirst, his throat was about to smoke, he opened his eyes lightly, and found himself being hugged by someone on his chest, he raised his face in confusion, and saw a familiar face, who was tightly closed With eyes full of obscenity and satisfaction, Rongxin thought of everything last night, his brain thumped, and his blood flowed backwards...

He didn't dare to move, his whole body was held stiffly like this, his eyes fell on the other's long and thick eyelashes, he had the urge to pull them out one by one.

"Does it look good? I've been staring at it for so long." Feng Tingyun's long eyelashes moved slightly, his tone was soft, and there was still a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Rong Xin reached out, trying to pull out his eyelashes.