[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

Beiling Tianjun has always been a god in the fairy world that will automatically silence the sound wherever he goes.

Tianjun Haoqing thought for a while and gave him a task to go to the demon world to be in charge of diplomacy. Yuxiu Tianjun coughed and said that our relationship with the demon world is not bad recently, so don't let Beiling harm others Unless he doesn't show his face, don't speak, and don't move.

——Then get rid of the wool!

If so, Haoqing Tianjun touched his chin, then go to the devil world!We don't have a good relationship with them anyway.

So when Beiling Tianjun looked at the inexplicable task book in his hand, he thought for a while, and then he really rushed towards the demon world with Ying Tianque.

So Beiling Tianjun is actually very talkative and easy to fool, but this view is currently limited to two Tianjun and a sword spirit.

The demon world is undergoing rectification recently, or in other words, the new ruler of the demon world is a very vigorous leader. When he led a group of people to plan the demon world, Beiling Tianjun looked on expressionlessly.

The beautiful woman from the demon world who passed by gave him a frown, but he didn't look sideways, and the other party could only leave in disappointment.

Then after a while, a man walked over, the man looked him up and down, and then whistled.

At that time, Beiling didn't know that this kind of behavior was called hooliganism in another world.

He stood quietly, neither speaking nor moving.

"Are you alone?" Wuming habitually wanted to dig out his pocket, and after finding an empty space, he patted his forehead in frustration. "Hi, I'm Nameless."

Beiling Tianjun looked at him, with his long sword on his waist.

"Beiling."

"what?"

"I'm here to ask for advice."

Before Wuming could react, he saw the beauty from the fairy world on the opposite side swung his long sword and stabbed towards her. The light of the sword fluttered like the morning light, and it seemed like the dark wind in the night, inadvertently icy hands and feet.

This kind of swordsmanship, plus the name just now, how could Wuming still not know who it is, he avoided the sword in a bit of embarrassment, and then asked with a playful smile: "It turns out to be the master of Beiling Tianjun, why didn't you come forward?" Tell me, so I can welcome you!"

Although Beiling was unreasonable, he could still hear the dissatisfaction in Wuming's tone.

He put the sword behind his back, and said in a deep voice: "I only represent myself. I heard that the new monarch of the demon world is very powerful. I am just happy to see Liexin."

Wuming turned his eyes around him, and he said, "That's good, but I'm a little busy right now, please wait."

Beiling Tianjun looked at a group of demon soldiers and generals in the distance, and nodded slowly.

"nature."

Then he waited for a full ten days, but he never saw Wuming.

Beiling was not angry, he returned to the Immortal Realm, and two days later, he directly issued a letter of war to the ruler of the Demon Realm, making an appointment to fight, Mingyue Hill.

It's about the face of the Demon Realm, and it's hard for Wuming to find any excuses, but he is also quite a troublemaker, so he immediately recruited a group of cronies and set up a game around Mingyue Hill.

And because there were many people who came here to watch, he asked his subordinates to sell special products from the demon world around him.

Wuming saw him from a distance, and then shouted: "Slow down!"

Beiling tilted his head to look at him, saw Wuming rushing over, and then grinned at him: "Although our demon world is poor, the people are very enthusiastic, you don't mind!"

Beiling took a look at those people with their legs crossed and eating melon seeds, and didn't say much, and went straight to an open space, and took Ying Tianque out of the sheath in his hand.

"Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people started booing and shouting.

Beiling didn't understand all kinds of slang words, and didn't care.

Wuming didn't use any weapons. He relied on his own special magic body, which is resistant to blows, has strong recovery, and has the ability to devour.

Beiling frowned, "You are unarmed, I..."

Nameless interrupted him: "My skills are like this, don't mind."

Beiling didn't say any more, he shot first, swaying a ray of sword light, at first it was just a ray, and the last ray was piled on top of each other, layer upon layer seemed endless.

Wuming punched out directly, and hit the node of Jianguang fiercely. The sword light faded in an instant, and then Beiling swung forward and stabbed straight at his chest.

The speed was too fast, but he got up early and was prepared, Wuming couldn't dodge it. He simply didn't dodge it for a hundred years. He raised his palm and forcibly caught the sword. The sword edge struck his palm hard, but it was only a stroke There was a bloody gash.

Naturally, Beiling Tianjun was not a merciful person, but Wuming's physical strength was too terrifying, so he took the sword abruptly.

Beiling was satisfied, and when he was about to draw his sword again, he saw Wuming covering his chest with his hands and squatting on the ground. He looked at him with a painful expression, and then sighed.

"Heavenly Monarch of Beiling really deserves his reputation." He panted, and said again: "I admit defeat!"

Beiling was stunned.

He looked at Wuming and cupped his hands, and then he walked back slowly before he came back to his senses, when did he win?

It was only later that Beiling realized that Wuming had placed all the bets on him, and then deliberately conceded defeat. For this blatant cheating behavior, Beiling Tianjun raised his sword and once again killed the Demon Realm.

Before that, Wuming was talking happily with Lord Ye Bingming, and the two were discussing the beauties of the six realms in a serious manner.

"I personally think that the Jade Fox Demon Lord of the Monster Race is the most beautiful, with charming eyes like silk, a graceful figure, and a fat and jade bone, which is rare."

Wuming smiled: "I don't think so. The Yuhu Yaozun is too charming. Although it is gorgeous, it is not generous enough. It is not as fresh and bright as the Fairy Wendan in the fairy world."

"Wendan is good, but she... has no figure, and she is too awkward to hold." Ye Bingming smiled ambiguously, "It's a pity that my underworld is full of beauties with white bones, how can I compare with the beauties here, the devil king, And they’re all passionate.”

Wuming shook his head: "They are not my style."

"Then what do you like?"

Wuming propped his chin with his hands, and smiled slightly: "You have to be stronger, and you will feel conquered when you press it down."

"for example?"

"I think Beiling is very good!"

"Beiling?" Lord Ye Bingming was taken aback for a moment, then he glanced at Wuming with a strange expression, "You mean the Heavenly Lord of the Immortal Realm, Beiling?"

"Who else is there besides him?"

"Where can't you think about it?"

Wuming shook his head: "What? What's wrong with him?"

"You should ask him what's good? Except for his face." Ye Bing thought for a while, and couldn't help but start complaining, "You don't know how bastard he is. When the new king succeeds to the throne, he has to go there and call it a match, but in fact he beats people half to death."

"If you look at his face, to be honest, I admit that he looks very good and perfect, but even my undead Charon in the underworld has more expressions on his face than him."

"The most terrifying thing is not this. You, Beiling is famous in the Six Realms for his lack of love and desire. For tens of thousands of years, you have never seen him get close to anyone."

Wuming was very interested in hearing it, and he said: "This is interesting, isn't it? If I get it casually, I won't be interested."

"Pull it down, what are you looking for in him?"

"Face!" Wuming touched his chin, "I..."

"Oh!"

The door was kicked open, and Beiling Tianjun lifted Qingfeng upside down and walked in slowly.

Ye Bing was taken aback for a moment, then prepared to wait for the show.

Wuming took a step forward and said with a smile, "Rare guest, what can I do?"

Beiling raised his sword.

"Complete what was left unfinished last time."

Nameless sighed, he looked at Beiling with melancholy eyes, and suddenly said a word.

Ye Bing was so frightened on the spot that he spat out a sip of wine.

"There is a beauty, I will never forget it when I see you, I see you so handsome, tossing and turning late at night, yearning like mad, I lost the battle that day willingly."

Beiling looked at him silently.

"What do you mean?"

"I told you at first sight."

Beiling snorted, and said lightly, "Let's do it!"

Wuming said puzzledly: "Although I don't expect you to agree once, but why can't you just do it directly!"

Ye Bing sneered beside him when he heard the words.

"does it matter?"

"Is it okay?"

Beiling stopped talking and drew out his sword directly.

Wuming dodged a few swords, and he didn't dodge a few swords, leaving a few sword marks on his body. He was also angry in his heart, so he didn't hold back his hand anymore, and the two fought directly.

Beiling is not a merciful person, and Wuming is not a gentleman who can really tolerate it. The two fought hard with real guns.

In the end, although Beiling's sword pierced Wuming's chest, Wuming also threw him to the ground directly, removing half of his shoulder.

Beiling slowly pulled out the sword, the sound of the blade rubbing against the bone was very slight, but also very scary, Wuming helped him connect his shoulders, and the two of them sat on the ground back to back, quite embarrassed.

Wuming took a breath: "Give up, I can't beat you, but you can't kill me either."

Beiling's breath was a little chaotic, but his voice was still cold: "When did I say I was going to kill you?"

Wuming turned around and put his shoulders on him: "Hey, then why are you fighting with me? Are you still so ruthless?"

"It's all about fulfilling the agreement."

Wuming stared at him for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, even though the wound was involved, and he grinned in pain, he was still laughing: "I finally understand, you are a very serious and heartless person!"

Beiling glanced at him, but didn't understand.

Wuming was tired from laughing, and then he slowly stood up, looking down at Beiling: "Do you still have the strength to go back?"

Beiling stood there with his sword, then nodded.

"Forget it, rest at my place for a night, and I will take you back tomorrow."

"kindness."

Beiling's impression of Wuming was not good at the beginning, but after the fight, there was basically no unresolved hatred between men. He felt that although Wuming was a jerk, he could still be trusted. He realized how wrong he was.

It wasn't the first time he spent the night in the demon world, but it was the first time he slept in the room of the monarch of the demon world. Tianjun looked over with strange eyes.

"Beiling, so you... like this."

"We understand, don't worry, no matter what, we will definitely support you!"

Wuming actually did nothing, he let Beiling rest in his bedroom, and he slept in another room for the night, and the next day, rumors spread all over the Six Realms at an unimaginable speed, and he put Beiling to sleep. up.

In fact, this is very unreliable, but Wuming did not deny it, and Beiling was almost the last to know, so the rumors spread even more fiercely.

After the two heavenly monarchs understood the whole situation, they unanimously chose to hold Beiling.

"If you go to the Demon Realm now, it's tantamount to confirming the rumors. When the time comes, it will be said that you are so angry that you will not hesitate to kill the Demon Realm."

"Wuming must have done it on purpose, don't be impulsive!"

Beiling was finally persuaded.

But the rumors couldn't go away, because after that, Wuming sent things to the fairy world in different ways every few days.

In the beginning, he was very serious and tactful to express his joy, and then there was no limit to each time, until one day, when Beiling saw a certain painting, he didn't move or tear it up, he just drew his sword, and chased and killed Wuming for a whole half. months.

But Wuming remained the same afterwards, unrepentant.

At that time, no one actually thought that he was really attracted to Beiling, they just thought it was a temporary prank, until later, when he pushed Beiling away on the altar, there was some irreparable regret in his eyes.

Beiling finally chose to be reincarnated, and after thousands of reincarnations ups and downs, they finally met in the last life.

As a result, the leading edge has been set.

(One)

"What are you looking at?"

Chu Han turned to look at Gu Cheng: "It's just stargazing."

Gu Cheng raised his head with great interest: "Which one is your birth star?"

"Northwest, the farthest one."

The faint blue light was as cold as frost, and Gu Cheng couldn't help but smile: "We're pretty close."

Beside the blue star, a golden star lingers around.

Chu Han nodded, Gu Cheng gently hugged him from behind, and breathed lightly behind his ears.

"cold……"

"kindness."

"Looking at the beauty under the moon, this is really good!"

Chu Han turned his head away slightly, his eyes drooped, unable to see his expression clearly, Gu Cheng leaned over and kissed his brow, the tip of his tongue wet the two silver lines.

The white hair band was torn off, Gu Cheng's five fingers penetrated into Chu Han's hair, his lips and tongue all the way down.

"I want to go to bed." Chu Han took a breath and said lightly.

Gu Cheng smiled ambiguously at him, and stretched out his hand directly towards the crook of his leg.

"Listen to me tonight as compensation, okay?"

Chu Han closed his eyes, without saying a word, Gu Cheng took it as his acquiescence, and put him on the bed in his arms.

The two lingered for a while, and Chu Han looked at the half of his clothes that had been taken off, sighed slightly, pushed the man on him, and then took off all the clothes one by one.

……

Gu Cheng took out a jug of wine from the storage bag, raised his head and drank it, then bent down to feed him.

The aroma of the wine was strong, and Chu Han's eyes were slightly blurred. Gu Cheng directly sprinkled the wine on his chest, and then licked and drank it.

Gu Cheng firmly pressed him on the bed, and his movements became more and more intense. Chu Han's slightly astringent voice was hidden in his throat, and Gu Cheng pressed him down and whispered, feeling extremely attached.

"Do you like it?"

"Like?" Chu Han repeated lightly, "Life is full of joy, death is without regret, my heart is happy, can you count it as liking?"

Gu Cheng held his face with a smile, and kissed his brow lightly: "Of course."

Red candles in the remaining night, bit by bit until dawn.

(two)

Gu Cheng has to admit that there are always some people in this world who are completely insulated from the words poetic and picturesque, such as Chu Han...

Gu Cheng is pretty good at playing the qin and playing the flute, playing the flute and the drum. Although his motives were not pure when he studied, it has to be said that he still has some talent in this area.

It’s hard to imagine the same thing on Chu Han’s body. The uncle’s hand is used to holding a sword, with clear bones and thick calluses. Sharp and piercing, this is a very sad story, but the sadder ones are yet to come.

Gu Cheng thought that the piano was not good, so he asked his uncle to try to learn from Xiao.

Chu Han asked him impatiently, "Why should I learn these things?"

Gu Cheng said without hesitation: "In this way, we can try to play a piece together and cultivate a tacit understanding."

Chu Han was silent for a while, and he said, "Isn't practicing sword the same?"

"Then I will be despised by you."

"But I've never touched any of these."

Gu Cheng grabbed his hand and persuaded him gently, "It's actually very simple,"

Chu Han shook his head, "You have said this sentence four times."

"Is there?" Gu Cheng's eyes flashed narrowly, it was rare for him to catch Chu Han's weakness, so naturally he didn't really want to let it go, "Then trust me again."

Chu Han was silent, Gu Cheng took it as his acquiescence, picked up a jade Xiao, and surrounded Chu Han from behind, the two leaned together, he held Chu Han's finger and pressed it, and whispered in his ear.

"Does it have to be this close?"

"You don't like it?"

"I'm not used to it."

Gu Cheng smiled: "Then hug a few more times and you'll get used to it."

"..." Chu Han turned his head and glared at him, and then tried to practice according to what Gu Cheng said.

But even Gu Cheng had to choose to give up after a month of wrinkling. He deeply believed that such things as rhythm really depended on talent.

Chu Han has too few hobbies. Although Gu Cheng likes to watch him wield his sword, it would be too scary if he was so murderous every day.

One day when Gu Cheng was wiping his sword with Chu Han, he finally couldn't help it anymore. He stood in front of Chu Han, grabbed his right hand, and said expressionlessly, "Master, you choose one between me and it."

"kindness?"

"With it but without me."

Chu Han was silent for a while, hung the sword back to his waist, and then stood up.

Gu Cheng couldn't help complaining: "I knew I wasn't as important as it."

"No, you are more important than him." Chu Han said indifferently, "except when making trouble for no reason."

The corners of Gu Cheng's mouth twitched, his heart turned hard, and he stretched out his hand to push Chu Han, then looked at the uncle who was pressed on the chair by him and sneered: "Then I'll show you."

Chu Han frowned: "Give you three breaths, and I can still pretend that nothing happened."

Gu Cheng pressed his hands on his shoulders, smiled at him, took out a large jug of wine from the storage bag, and poured it on him. When Chu Han pushed him, he was a step late, and the hem of his clothes was wet.

"Three breaths haven't arrived yet, just pretend nothing happened!"

Chu Han glared at him: "You are so boring!"

"You forced me!"

"What do you want?"

Gu Cheng gave him a friendly smile: "There is a hot spring in the back mountain."

"..." Chu Han said: "We are not very good now, there is no need for you..."

Gu Cheng interrupted him: "You think too much, I really don't mean anything else." When he said this, his eyes fluttered.

Chu Han didn't believe it, but he was too confident in himself, so he didn't care.

For monks, moving mountains to fill seas is commonplace, and setting up hot springs in snow-capped mountains is even less difficult.

White air rose from the surface of the water, and the air was a bit dull. Chu Han took off his coat, and after sinking for only a moment, he felt something strange, and there seemed to be a little more fragrance in the smell surging from the tip of his nose.

The smoke made his mind sink, and he didn't need to think much to know who did it.

But his face remained calm.

When Gu Cheng walked in, he saw Chu Han resting his forehead on the bank with one hand. He walked over, squatted down, and softly called, "Uncle Master..."

Chu Han raised his face to look at him, his cheeks were slightly red, but his eyes were still cold.

Gu Cheng stretched out his hand to press on his shoulder, his fingertips moved over the delicate skin, sliding from the side of the neck to the collarbone, Chu Han grabbed his hand, his gaze sank: "What do you want?"

Gu Cheng smiled and took his fingers out of his hand, saying, "I want to hug you."

Chu Han said, "Okay."

"...you sure know what I mean."

"En." Chu Han nodded, "Just because I don't like it doesn't mean I don't know."

"But you don't want to?"

"It's not that I don't want to." Chu Han explained, "I just think this kind of thing is a waste of time."

"..."

"But if you insist, I..."

Gu Cheng couldn't help interrupting him: "Stop talking, leave me a little room for fantasy."

Chu Han remained silent.

Gu Cheng took off his clothes and went into the water, walked around behind Chu Han, and wrapped a bunch of his hair in his hands. Chu Han turned to look at him, his eyes were very light, without shyness, and without reluctance, such a calm and composed appearance made Gu Cheng a little strangeness.

"Don't you feel it?" He obviously put a lot of good things.

Chu Han lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Looking at his expression, Gu Cheng felt that he still couldn't see anything.

"what?"

Chu Han glanced at him, then leaned over and kissed him seriously.

Gu Cheng's heart almost missed a beat. This was the first time Chu Han took the initiative to kiss him. Although he was very young and had no skills to speak of, but thinking about who kissed him, he didn't have too much extravagance.

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The author has something to say: Because of being on the list, I will add another [-] stories...

Put the promised things here la la la, it shouldn't be so...