wait until the fireworks cool off

Standing silently at the door, the two seemed to not see him.The young man in white jumped up, held the emerald jade flute flying in the air in his hand, and flew down.As soon as he stood firmly, he couldn't wait to run towards the Tsing Yi fairy, and naturally hugged his arm, as if he was asking something.There was no sound, only the Tsing Yi Immortal nodded with a smile, and the two turned around together, disappearing into the dust of the moonlight in the distance.

Sheng Xiaomo only felt the pain in his heart, so he couldn't help running towards them, calling out to his uncle and brother Ying Yun, but his throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound, his feet seemed to be locked firmly on the ground and he couldn't move.

Uncle, in your heart, am I just the shadow of your brother?

If senior brother was here, you wouldn't even look at me, and wouldn't even say a single word to me, would you?

Tears flowed down her cheeks, Sheng Xiaomo felt that she had never felt such deep sadness for a moment in her life.Brother Ying Yun came back, his uncle was his master, so he was no longer his uncle.

The leaden gray mist flowed away layer by layer like ocean waves. At the end of the road, Sheng Xiaomo unexpectedly saw the Hall of Ecstasy floating in the air again.He strode forward and ran over vigorously, but saw the young man in white kneeling at the door of the palace pavilion, kowtowing and begging.The gate of the hall was tightly closed, and the boy's blood stained his clothes, flowing down the stone steps like a little snake in the dark night.

Brother Ying Yun!Brother Ying Yun!He shouted at him.

He really wanted to run over to help him up, and he wanted to tell him that his uncle was just angry for a while, and he would forgive him, because he loved him so much.But between him and the boy in white, there seemed to be an invisible barrier, and he was blocked from the outside and couldn't get in.The blood flowed more and more violently, and finally the boy in white had become a blood man.Hearing a bloody sound, the body of the boy in white exploded, and scattered into sparkling flames all over the sky. The flames were more than ten thousand, falling on the Hall of Ecstasy like a meteor shower, and the entire Hall of Ecstasy instantly burned, turning into an island of fire .The raging fire is like a bloody mouth, about to swallow the sun and the moon.

Uncle!Uncle!

Sheng Xiaomo rushed towards the raging fire like crazy, stood outside the Hall of Ecstasy and slammed down on the gate fiercely.The door was deep and closed, and the surrounding fire was burning like a knife. The burning pain made him gradually suffocate, his strength was getting less and less, and death-like despair swept him.

However, at this moment, the door of the Palace of Ecstasy suddenly opened, but there was no flame inside the door, the strange flowers and plants, and the haze of fish in the pond, just like the scene when he first entered that year.

Sheng Xiaomo rushed into the main hall recklessly, opened the door, Qing Yu was dressed in plain clothes, still sitting in front of the desk reading, as if nothing had happened.Seeing him rushing in, he smiled as usual: "Amo, what happened?"

Amer...Amer...

Sheng Xiaomo ran up quickly, not caring about anything else, hugged him tightly, buried him in his chest and wept loudly.

Qing Yu was overwhelmed by his sudden crying, he put down the letter, supported his back with one hand, and patted him lightly with the other: "Amo, why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"Uncle, uncle, don't leave me, don't abandon me..." Sheng Xiaomo raised his head, looking at the gentle face in front of him, mixed with sorrow and joy.

Qing Yu wiped his tears for him with some distress, and said in a peaceful tone: "Uncle Shi is not going anywhere, and will never leave you."

"Uncle, I don't want anything, I just want to be by your side for the rest of my life," Sheng Xiaomo hugged him tightly, "I really... love Uncle..."

He put his lips over his.

The soft touch has a touch of warmth, like the petals of a wisteria.Sheng Xiaomo had never kissed anyone before, his heart was beating very hard, but the warmth and confusion between his lips made him linger endlessly, like some mysterious treasure, attracting him to search a little bit.The paper inkstone fell to the ground with a clang, and the light hair scattered gently, the scorching heat deep in the lower abdomen was like a flame, and the cold touch from the white jade table between the palms was like three feet of ice.The clouds are scattered in Gaotang, Wushan is full of wind and moon, Sheng Xiao is silent in this sea of ​​warmth and softness, fascinated, unable to stop.

Master uncle, master uncle.

He panted heavily, kissing his trembling jaws while moving rhythmically, and the crazy joy accompanied by the heart-pounding sinful pain engulfed him like a tide.

The person under him is naked and connected to him, panting and moaning softly with his movements, the ecstatic sigh is like the most perfect aphrodisiac, pushing him to reach the peak step by step.

Armor...

He whimpered back.

Sheng Xiaomo finally released it with a roar, and the unfamiliar and turbulent pleasure almost tore him apart.

The sky is falling, but they just die together.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

Sheng Xiaomo woke up silently, and found that she was still on her back, and the delicate painted patterns reappeared on the pitch-black zenith from last night.

He got up slowly, lifted the quilt, and found a small piece of cool wetness on his trousers.Having read so many books, he naturally knew what it was.

He actually...

And it turned out to be a dream about Qing Yu...

Sheng Xiaomo closed her eyes in pain, lingering in the dream, but outside the dream, there was a heinous crime.

He knew he was done.

Fairy Sword Conference

Ever since waking up from the dream that day, Sheng Xiaomo's heart has been in a state of turmoil. As soon as he closed his eyes, the red-faced scene in the dream began to flash before his eyes, making his blood surge.He desperately forced himself to forget, but the more he wanted to forget, the deeper and clearer the memory became, as if it had grown in his bones.Knowing his sins, he had to soak in cold water to study for several days to barely suppress the abnormal evil fire in his body, let alone go to the Palace of Ecstasy to find Qing Yu as usual.

"The Immortal Sword Conference is getting closer and closer, this is not the way to go..." Sheng Xiaomo said to himself, and decided to go down to the Palace of Unrequited Love to find a secluded and cool forest to practice, avoiding the familiar environment.Unexpectedly, just as he left the palace with Yujian, he saw the figure he missed and feared approaching gradually from a distance.

"Amo?" Qing Yu obviously didn't expect to meet Sheng Xiaomo outside the Palace of Heartlessness.

"Master...uncle, why are you here?" Sheng Xiaomo was amazed, Qing Yu rarely left the Palace of Ecstasy unless it was a big deal.

Qing Yu looked at Sheng Xiaomo with obvious doubts in his eyes, but he still said lightly: "I see that you haven't come here for a few days, and there is no news. I'm afraid you may be sick, so I came to take a look."

Sheng Xiaomo looked at Qing Yu, feeling warm and guilty in his heart.Thinking back on the sinful things I have done in the past few days, I feel even more cold and sweaty.Did you tell him that because I had such thoughts about him, I was afraid that he would see the clues so I dare not go to the Hall of Ecstasy to find him?

"Uncle Master... I... I'm fine, I'm just... busy practicing..." In desperation, he could only lie and even hesitated to speak.

Qing Yu stared at him, and an imperceptible awe-inspiring flashed across his phoenix eyes.Sheng Xiaomo almost grew up beside him, how could he not detect this lie so clumsily?

He pondered for a moment, but after all he didn't poke him, he just nodded and said: "Since you are all right, Shi Shu will go back."

After speaking, he turned around and walked away with his sword.

"Uncle!" Sheng Xiaomo suddenly stopped him.

Qing Yu looked back at him with clear eyes, as if waiting for his explanation.

Sheng Xiaomo felt his chest beating like a drum, he thought about this person day and night, but now he didn't dare to take a second look.

"Uncle, wait for me...after I practice smoothly...then come...to see you..."

"It's okay," Qing Yu was obviously disappointed, but still smiled understandingly: "The Immortal Sword Conference is coming soon, it's a good thing to hurry up and practice, just forget it if you don't have time."

No more words, he has flown away with the sword.

Seeing his figure disappear silently, Sheng Xiao closed her eyes helplessly, remorseful and annoyed.

"Swish, whoosh, whoosh", the young man in the woods has a vigorous figure, and the silver flute is as white as lightning, and he slams down one after another, and the lightning blasts the dead branches and leaves all over the ground.

Sheng Xiaomo flipped and landed steadily.

"Yo, Uncle Mo came here alone?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Sheng Xiaomo turned around, and saw that Zhuran had a wicked smile on his face as expected.He glanced at him and said lazily, "Who did you learn to behave like this?"

"Aren't I here to steal a teacher and ask Uncle Mo for advice?" Zhuran continued to tease him.

Sheng Xiaomo didn't bother to talk to him, just sat down on the ground and was in a daze, spinning the silver flute very fast in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhuran got excited and came over to kick him: "What's wrong? Look like someone borrowed money and didn't pay it back?"

"Annoying." Sheng Xiaomo poked the dirt on the ground with his flute as if angry.

"Hey, hey, are you disgusting? Do you still want to blow this flute with your mouth?" Zhuran sat beside him with a smile: "What's wrong with you? Was you scolded by the master?"

"No." Sheng Xiaomo murmured.

"That is, being scolded by Qing Yu Xianzun?"

Hearing Qing Yu's name, Sheng Xiaomo was startled instinctively, and then became even more discouraged: "No..."

"Lie." Zhuran smiled slyly.

Sheng Xiao gave him a silent look.

"I've seen you nest in the Palace of Unrequited Love these days, you must have been scolded by Qing Yu Xianzun, otherwise you would have passed away long ago." Zhu Ran was confident.

It has to be said that Zhuran's vision and reasoning ability are extremely powerful, and they are close to the truth.

Sheng Xiaomo let out a long breath, buried her head in her knees, and said in a muffled voice: "Uncle Master didn't scold me, I dare not go..."

"why?"

Sheng Xiaomo put her head from between her knees, stared blankly at the flute and said, "I'm a little afraid of him..."

Zhuran had a disbelief on his face: "Are you afraid of him?"

Sheng Xiaomo nodded mechanically: "Well, I'm afraid to see him, and also afraid that he will talk to me..."

"Then you... want to see him?" Takeran hesitated.

"Of course I want to," Sheng Xiaomo lowered her head, "but