The Villain's White Lotus Halo

On the day Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been raining for half a month in Lueyang City.Autumn wind and autumn rain worry people.

The whole flower street is immersed in the dense mist, it is not yet night, there are no lanterns and red silk, only a few girls with umbrellas pass by from time to time in the alley, holding skirts in one hand, carefully circumventing the water pool on the bluestone slab, The body is light, and the corners of the skirt are fluttering in the wind and rain.

The Chunxiu building has not yet been lit, it is all illuminated by the large wooden windows and the brazier in the hall.The drinkers are of various religions, and often seven or eight friends gather together to form a table, with local dialects mixed together, and laughter and yelling resound in the lobby.

The young man in white clothes and sword by the window, sitting alone at the table will only make people feel elegant.

As for the kid in the corner with disheveled old clothes and a knife on his back, although he was dressed as a knight-errant, he looked more like a street gangster because of his childish face. Sitting alone in such a situation, he looked lonely and desolate.As if he didn't realize it, he ordered a jar of the cheapest Xifeng Lie, paired with a plate of peanuts soaked in vinegar, and drank it with relish.

Suddenly, a clear female voice broke the hustle and bustle, "Guest officer, you haven't settled your drink bill yet."

Everyone followed the sound and saw the pretty girl standing up behind the counter, her almond eyes staring round.And the six or seven big men who had already walked to the door also stopped, burst into laughter, and turned around cursing.

There were people drinking and chatting in the hall, as well as businessmen who often do business in Panlong Ridge, at this moment there was a sound of gasping one after another.The nervous look infected the rest of the drinkers who didn't know why.The burly men, obviously satisfied with their deterrent power and the dead silence, walked towards the counter, and someone kicked over a table halfway.The energy shot out, and the wooden table was shattered into pieces.

Like some kind of customary signal, the drinkers threw away their glasses and rushed out of the door in a panic.The hall was empty in an instant.

The leader of the big man had already walked to the counter, with a smirk on his face, "You are ignorant, I don't care about it, but I'm afraid the brothers won't agree, what do you think?"

There was another burst of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of foul language.The thin little girl didn't speak, as if she was frightened.Seeing that the counter was about to be split open with a machete, a tragedy would happen, but today is destined to be different.

"Drink and pay, what should I do?"

It turned out to be the little bastard who was sitting alone, standing in front of the counter.His presence was so low that no one noticed when he walked over.

The bandits in Panlong Ridge have seen the world, and have practiced superficial body exercises, so they can tell whether the opponent is a stubble at a glance.If it is a practitioner, the breath and pressure are different from ordinary people.

At this time, he spat confidently, "Where is the bastard, get out."

Yan Xing didn't roll away, he sideways dodged the open fist in front of him, and was about to reach out to draw the knife.

Before touching the handle of the knife, suddenly felt the breeze behind him, a kite turned over and jumped onto the wine table, the knife in the sheath was used as a stick, and hit the opponent's heart with a backhand.The man collided with the bandit leader's fist again, and received a solid punch.Yan Xing jumped up and down, fighting among them like swimming fish, all the wine jars and cups were for his use like open spears and hidden arrows.

He used his strength to fight, his movements were nimble, and he seemed extremely chic, but unfortunately he was outnumbered, he became popular not long after, and was knocked to the ground by someone.A kick in the heart.

"You son of a bitch! Call me Grandpa, I will spare your life today..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xing spat on it with a mouthful of bloody froth.

The mountain bandits were aroused and got angry, and they didn't use knives. They kicked harder and harder, as if they were going to beat people to death.Miss Luhua took out a sword from the hidden compartment of the counter, rolled up her sleeves and was about to put it on.

"Zheng-"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, the bandit leader fell straight backwards.A wooden chopstick was firmly nailed into his Dazhui acupoint.Looking closely, the forgotten young man in white had put down his wine bowl, holding the remaining chopsticks in his hand.

Yan Xing barely opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see the man's face clearly in the blood, he only heard a sentence, "The Desolate Sword Chapter."

What the hell, he thought.

All the bandits rushed forward, with machetes in full swing.Without lifting his eyelids, the young man took another chopstick from the chopstick holder, "I want to live in poverty for a long time."

Yan Xing exhausted all his strength and still couldn't stand up. Holding the knife and half kneeling on the ground, he vomited blood, slandering, can't you concentrate on fighting?Is it time to recite poetry? !

"Yellow leaves are still wind and rain, and brothels are orchestrated."

The wind and rain from outside the window blew in, and the young master Shi Shiran stood up, his sleeves and robes full of wind.

After reading these two sentences, the bandits rushed right in front of him, and he rolled up his sleeves and beat them.

Not at all the gentleness of reciting poems, the fierce fighting style of punching to the flesh, screaming and begging for mercy resounded through Chunxiulou.

Wei Jingfeng didn't use his true essence and sword energy, but relied solely on his physical strength, and overthrew this group of mobs, making them lie on the ground, breathing in more air and releasing less air, which was troublesome but enjoyable.

Then he glanced at the kneeling punk, stretched out his hand and pulled him up.Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, but the man was able to pull him, and a burst of blissful breath rushed in along the veins, and his whole body didn't hurt anymore.

Miss Luhua served them a jar of wine, and took the iron locks to clean up the mess.

Yan Xing still didn't come back to his senses, just now he even felt that he was going to die.Seeing him like this, Wei Jingfeng, as an elder, couldn't help telling him some principles of life, "That little girl has already entered the threshold of cultivation, and she is more than enough to deal with a few high-ranking students. It's just that there are guests in the building, she can't make a move. She just waited to scare away the onlookers, so she could close the door and teach them. You are busy meddling in your business, and you don’t use your brain to think about it. How dare you open a shop in this street without any skills or backing?"

After finishing speaking, for the first time, he had the illusion that he was really a good person.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xing didn't regret it, and only asked, "Whether I do it or not is my business. Whether she has the ability or backing, it's none of my business?"

The Juggernaut was overjoyed, thinking this kid was interesting.It is really rare for a fool to follow his heart regardless of the consequences.

He was acting recklessly, and blurted out in a flash, "I'll accept you as my apprentice."

"why?"

The Juggernaut poured himself a bowl of wine, "There is a saying, 'Small injustices in the chest can be cured by wine, but great injustices in the world cannot be cured by the sword.' Follow me, learn some skills, and see the injustices in the future, that's good Go up and seek death."

Yan Xing looked at the exquisite short sword on the opponent's waist, and grinned, "A sword is a gentleman with a hundred soldiers, but unfortunately there are always more hypocrites than real gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice swords, and I don't want to be a gentleman. I want to learn swords and be a hero." .”

"Who says you have to be a gentleman to use a sword? Whether it's a knife or a sword, it's just a utensil. The apprentice of the old man can learn whatever he wants to learn."

Yan Xing thought to himself, I can see that you are very capable and not a mortal, but I haven't agreed yet, how come you become your apprentice?

Also, you are at most about my age, how come you are an 'old man'?

He also poured himself a bowl, "After talking for so long, I still don't know what your name is?"

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party had similar temperaments with him and had a pleasant chat, he wouldn't bother to ask.

"Wei Jingfeng."

Yan Xing almost knelt down, suspecting that he had heard wrong, "What?"

The young man slapped the short sword on the table with a 'snap', "Some people call me the Juggernaut."

Yan Xing always felt that his life was good.

When he was young, he worshiped the Juggernaut, so he really worshiped his master, although the master is completely different from the legend.After entering the Tao, he did many things that were considered death-seeking in the eyes of others, but he failed to die.Even under Lin Yuangui's Shuoyue sword, he could save his life.

But until many years later, he was still puzzled: Master is clearly not a scholar, why did he quote scriptures and recite poems when he met him?

How did he know that that day, Mr. Zhang Yuan calculated the exact location of the twin stars, and the sword master came back from the academy, quarreled with Mr. Zhang Yuan, and listened to a lot of poems and essays. When I was sad, I happened to see him, and also saw the shadow of myself when I was young, passionate, stupid, and lonely.

Yan Xing said that whether I do anything or not is my business, whether she has the ability or her backing has nothing to do with me?Wei Jingfeng thinks what choice I make is my business, how does Tiandao arrange it is none of my business?

That's how it should be.

The karma and retribution in the world is not clear, Yan Xing thought it was the Juggernaut who saved his life, but he didn't know that he had also helped the Juggernaut.

Years passed and the autumn rain continued, and they were still drinking and watching girls in Chunxiulou.The street gangster has become an unrestrained hero, while the white-clothed young man still looks like a teenager.

After Yin Biyue fell intoxicated, Wei Jingfeng talked a lot to Yan Xing.Speaking of Meteor Star Abyss, Sword Tomb, and Destiny Star Trail, at first he slapped the table and scolded him, "It's really worrying, just like you, nine lives are not enough to die."

Finally, he said, "But you must not change it..."

When Yin Biyue sobered up, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without any regrets.

Yan Xing was drunk for half a month, but fortunately Wei Jingfeng came back after a narrow escape, and what he said became a daily teaching, not a last word before leaving.

Yan Xingcai brought up the old story without any shadow: "Hey, my master said that nine lives are not enough to die like me."

Song Tang was taken aback for a moment, "The Sword Master is right."

Yan Xing turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes, "Are you right? In fact, there is another sentence behind it, 'After the old man leaves, find someone to treat you.' Is this correct?"

"That's...that's right." Having said that, Song Tang hastily bid farewell, "I haven't finished reading today's official document, so I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Yan."

He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the main hall of Qinglu.There was a low laugh from the man behind him.

The night is hazy, and the shadows of the trees are whirling.Even if a disciple sees the serious master sitting on a tree chatting with a drunk, he will feel that his eyes are wrong.

Going up to Qinglu Mountain at night is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

No one could figure out the cause and effect, and Yan Xing himself didn't know what was going on.

The third disciple of the Juggernaut is a recognized prodigal son.

When he became famous as a young man, he was unrestrained and unrestrained when he drew his sword and cut off the water. He immediately drank alcohol indulgently with his sword. His pair of spring water and peach blossom eyes attracted the hearts of many innocent girls.But anyone who has met him knows that he is neither sentimental nor promiscuous.Even at certain times, there is a bit of incomprehensible slowness.

What a pity.

So when people heard that Yan Xing had slighted Song Shaomen, his legs were broken.Isn’t the first reaction true? I don’t believe it, but——“Finally waited for this day!” It’s no big deal to watch the excitement, and I’m happier than breaking through my own retreat.Later, when Yan Xing was drunk, he boldly said that 'people are sweeter'.Let this matter add fuel to the fire, everyone knows.

The Qinglu Sword School advocates penance, strict self-discipline and even more reputation.Song Tang chased and fled with him like this, and ran across most of the southern land.

At that time Yan Xing felt that he was very wronged, it was all because of drinking and rumors.He is not a disciple at all.When the misunderstanding was resolved, the two sat down to talk, fought side by side when the demon army invaded, and had a long talk after the battle. He finally realized soberly that he was indeed a hooligan.

As long as he saw Song Tang, he would feel guilty, the irrefutable facts were in front of him, no matter how strong the wine was, he would not be blamed for it.

For this reason, he did not go to see Song Tang for a while.When you are irritable, you can fight with the senior brother, and fight with the fourth junior brother.Travel down the mountain and find new and interesting things to do.After a period of time, I woke up and found that it was impossible. Sooner or later, I would become a mental block on the way, so I went to see him if I really wanted to, and followed my heart.

I didn't move my hands and feet, just think about it, it's not particularly muddled.Yan Xing thought so.Duan Chongxuan saw a clue, and laughed at him for cowardice.

The days went on like this.Years pass by.

Until Yan Xing was wandering in Zhonglu and met Chen Yi at the foot of Lianjian Mountain.This is not the first time they have met, but it is different from the previous encounters by chance, nodding their heads.Chen Yi said that his practice has reached a bottleneck, since he is a fellow practitioner of the Dao of the Sword, he would like to make an appointment to fight with you.

Yan Xing readily agreed.

Word travels fast.The reunion of Duan Shui and Shuang Lan, two of the top sword wielders in the world, is really a grand event in the world of practice.

Yan Xing has a higher realm and became famous earlier, while Chen Yi has made rapid progress and has immeasurable potential.The last time the two made a move can be traced back to decades ago, and now no one dares to say whether their combat power is superior.

Regardless of whether they practice swords or not, spiritual cultivation or martial cultivation, they are all looking forward to this battle that is destined to be recorded in the annals of history.In this way, coupled with the special identities of the two, it is troublesome to determine the location.It seems unfair to choose Zhonglu, where Lian Jian is located, or Xilu, where Cang Ya is located.The Eastern Continent was separated, and the Northern Continent Emperor had an old friendship with Cangya Mountain.

In the end, it had to be settled in Nanlu.Well-ordered, able to accommodate a large number of practitioners who came after hearing the news, and well-prepared for the array, Yecheng is the best after much deliberation.Chongming Mountain is the best.

Sect Master Qu chose a good place, wrote to Cangya Mountain, and couldn't help sighing when he turned around, "I should be happy for you if there is a breakthrough."

Chen Yi hugged her from behind, "What are you worried about, it's just a discussion, it's not about deciding between life and death."

"Yecheng, Chongming Mountain, I never expected to meet again one day."

Yin Biyue sighed.

Luo Mingchuan smiled, "I don't know if the yard by the autumn lake is still there."

Yan Xing was so soured by the two that he couldn't speak, "I'm the one who's going to fight, I'm not asking you to revisit the old place and experience the love life again."

Duan Chongxuan was playing with the birds in the imperial garden, "Ye Cheng, do you want to go? Yes, it is the one you have been to. If you want to go, please ask me."

Luan Er shrunk in size, nestled in his palm and rolled around.

A group of palace people stood far away, lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, not daring to breathe.

"Brother, will you go to see it? Many people in the door want to go."

In private, Cheng Tianyu never called Song Tang the real person in charge.

Before Song Tangduan sat in the case, he kept writing, "Recently there are a lot of things, so I probably won't go."

Cheng Tianyu couldn't hide his disappointment, "...Then Senior Brother Zhong and I will take people to see it and tell you when we come back!"

Song Tang responded.After the person left, he looked at it intently again, his handwriting was messy and his words didn't express his meaning.I have to feel sad.The day before the scheduled battle, Zhong Shan personally went to the main hall and asked him if he wanted to go to watch the battle, but Song Tang still couldn't say.

But that night, he finally went down the mountain.I also went to the most famous restaurant within a hundred miles of Qinglu Mountain.

Yan Xing never had the airs of a great practitioner.

He drank to his heart's content, and chatted with all kinds of meat and vegetables.Meat and wine friends who meet by chance are all over the world.If he doesn't want to drink, there are people to accompany him everywhere.Just like at this time, the entire second floor was full of people chatting and laughing around him.Young masters of aristocratic families, scattered people from all corners of the country, each with their own origins, are very lively.

Just as he was talking about the twelve ways of drinking 'Fu Sheng Huan', someone suddenly got up and saluted, "Master Song."

All sentient beings looked together and lost their voice for a while.Song Tang has been in charge of Qinglu for many years, and the gentleness when he was a senior disciple has long since faded away, leaving only awe-inspiring righteousness and natural power.He is dressed in a landscape robe with splashed ink, and his hair is tied with a jade crown. He is meticulous and upright, which is incompatible with the flashy restaurant.

Looking at Yan Xing's expression, those present knew to some extent that he had been chased and killed by the head of the Song sect. Although it didn't matter later, the two had old grievances, so they quietly dispersed after seeing the ceremony.

The hustle and bustle died down in a blink of an eye, and there were only two people left on the second floor, Yan Xing and Song Tang were relatively silent.

Song Tang didn't expect him to leave as soon as he came, so he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

The other party was drinking with friends, and he came so abruptly, it was really disappointing, if Yan Xing asked at this time, 'What are you doing here? ’, he would immediately turn around and leave.

But Yan Xing didn't ask anything.He just smiled and said, "Come and sit."

Song Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow, I will make an appointment to fight with someone. Instead of meditating now and adjusting my breath, I will come here instead..."

He sat down for the first sentence, and regretted it halfway through.It's not the elders of the other party's teacher, why should they say such restrictive words?He still remembered that Yan Xing was most annoyed by being disciplined by irrelevant people, and the reason why he cut off the water with a knife was because someone taught him with the airs of an elder.

"It's overstepped, don't blame Fellow Daoist Yan."

Yan Xing was very happy at first, but he couldn't help frowning when he heard this sentence, "I don't understand, why do you keep calling me Fellow Daoist Yan?"

If you feel that senior brother Yan can't say it, you can call him by his name.It's so uncomfortable to have to praise Daoist friends.But the other party finally took the initiative to find him. It's meaningless to entangle in such trivial details. He smiled relievedly, "Forget it, let's not talk about this, what have you been up to lately?"

This sentence sounds like asking casually, but Yan Xing really wants to know.

Song Tang has always been rigorous, and answered everything seriously: "Recently, more than a dozen aristocratic families in the Southern Land are negotiating with Qinglu to agree on the worship resources for the next 50 years, and ask Qinglu to leave a communication formation in their house property for protection. I am reviewing Agreement document, if there is any problem, reply to the letter for discussion, if there is no problem, it will be stamped, and handed over to the elders of the door to arrange the formation. Another thing, it is rumored that there is a strange treasure born in the westernmost part of the South Land, and many casual practitioners gathered at the foot of Qinglu Mountain to petition. I want Qinglu to take the lead in treasure hunting, one is to protect my own safety, and the other is to solve the uneven distribution..."

He talked a lot, and in the end he felt that these trivial things were boring, so it was hard for Yan Xing to look serious.

Song Tang finally couldn't help asking, "Do you understand what I said?"

"Do not understand."

"Then what are you laughing at?"

What's so ridiculous about it?

Yan Xing looked at him fixedly, his eyes full of spring water and peach blossoms, "I'm happy when you talk to me."

Song Tang was distracted, avoided his gaze, got up and left, "You drank too much."

Yan Xing stood up slowly, stretched out his long arms, and pulled him back.

Song Tang was caught off guard in his arms, and subconsciously drew his sword.The other party's realm coercion suddenly broke out, pushing him back two steps, and imprisoned him in the corner.The coercion was like a gust of wind, and the wooden window automatically closed with a bang when there was no wind.The wine cup on the table fell and shattered the white porcelain all over the floor.

A kiss that was lightly tasted, with the lingering aroma of wine, made the head of the Song sect, who had never drank, blush.The other party still refused to let go, and the scorching breath sprayed on his ears and temples, making it numb.

"I just drank too much, hit me. Which leg do you want to break this time?"

Song Tang trembled angrily.With all his true energy out, the sword in his hand was half out of its sheath, and he stopped suddenly, because the man said, "I have a duel after dawn, and I can't be overdue if I promise you. Tonight, you disabled me. I can only go to the battle tomorrow." Looking for death."

After finishing speaking, she really dissipated the coercion, opened the empty door unsuspectingly, and just bent down to kiss him.Clan Master Song hesitated for a moment before he was pushed against the wall and bullied ruthlessly.

In the end, the other party licked his lips and sighed in satisfaction, "...it's really sweet."

"presumptuous!"

"Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid I can't help it."

The head of the Song sect is usually not angry and pretentious, and ordinary people dare not get close to him. Unfortunately, the corners of his eyes are moist now, his face is flushed, and the original meticulous Taoist robe and hair bun are all messed up. In Deng Tuzi's eyes, he is really charming.Song Tang couldn't bear it anymore, and struck with a scabbard, but still remembered to be careful.Yan Xing let out a muffled snort, then backed away, listening to his lesson with a smile.

"What's going on in your mind? A warrior's decisive battle is imminent. The most important thing is to avoid impetuousness and impetuosity! Many years ago, I saw Chen Yi unleashing a saber. His talent and potential were second to none. You can't help but underestimate the enemy and be arrogant. Even if the level gap It is insurmountable, and there has never been a match without any changes..."

"Finished?"

"Um……"

"Displeased?"

Song Tang glared at him again.

The moonlight fell on them through the window sills, and the sound of a watch was heard from the street.Yan Xing glanced at the sky, "If I don't hurry to Yecheng, it will be too late."

"You should have gone long ago."

Yan Xing wanted to say that you waited for me to come back, and in the end it was just to fix the clothes for the other party.He opened the window on the second floor and jumped down, looking extremely chic, but he didn't dare to look back.

After a while, I heard a sentence from afar in the restaurant, "If you can't win, don't come back."

Yan Xing laughed loudly, so how can there be no reason why he can't win?

Song Tang sat down.

The empty restaurant was full of glasses and plates, and the half bowl of wine left by the other party reflected the moonlight and also reflected his face.He picked it up and drank it down in one gulp. The spicy taste entered his throat, and he coughed again and again from choking.

Song Tang laughed at himself.He often thought, what exactly does Yan Xing like in him?

If it happened on a whim, why did the years pass by and the freshness of the other party still hasn't faded away?In terms of talent and appearance, he is not unparalleled in the world; in terms of status, the head of the Qinglu Sword Sect is indeed high and powerful.

But Yan Xing doesn't care about these things, he doesn't know what the other party cares about at all.

"I heard that the sunrise on Tianxin Cliff in Cangya Mountain is extremely spectacular?"

"It's really spectacular... But I've seen it a lot, and it's always the same. Speaking of sunrise, when the sun rises on the unnamed lonely peak on the easternmost border of the Eastland, it seems that you can touch the sun with your hand."

"In this way, Sunrise is the best in the Eastern Land?"

Yan Xing leaned on the tree and tilted his head to look at him, "The most spectacular, but not the best... Once I crossed the sea alone and encountered a wave of beasts, and fought all the way to the shore from the floating sea, just in time for the alternation of the sun and the moon. good."

Whenever talking about such topics, Song Tang always felt that compared with the magnificent spectacle and the adventures of life and death, he was really a bland and boring person.

Yanxing is different.Just like a goshawk, it can fly over mountains and cliffs, Cangya cannot keep him, and Qinglu cannot keep him.

When the sky was light, Sect Master Song walked out of the restaurant.The morning breeze was blowing on his face, which made people feel refreshed. He let out a long sigh of relief, left all his feelings and regrets behind, and stepped forward.

If he knew that the other party would come here non-stop after the fight because of his words, he would never leave at this time, so that he would not be blocked at the gate of Qinglu Palace in the future, and let others see the excitement for nothing.

"Didn't you agree to wait for me to come back?"

Song Tang frowned, "When did I say such a thing?"

"A gentleman speaks quickly, and what he says at night will not be recognized during the day?" Yan Xing was a little aggrieved, "How can there be such a reason?"

Everyone in front of the hall was dumbfounded.

There are new rumors in Nanlu today, and the head of the Song sect has become a heartbreaker.

Song Tang is teaching Cheng Tianyu to approve official documents, but Yan Xing wants to take people to watch the sunrise on the Cangjiang River.

Taking advantage of the night, he couldn't help but talk, pulling people away as soon as he said it.

Holding the jade slips in his arms, Cheng Tianyu chased all the way out of Qinglu Mountain Gate: "Brother, I haven't learned it yet, I really can't do it."

Song Tang turned around and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yan Xing, who patted Cheng Tianyu's shoulder with his big hand.

"You are too old, man, how can you say no."

Cheng Tianyu turned his head and glared at him: "You are a disciple."

When the wind comes late, the river boat shakes.

"Qinglu is so big, you really want to do everything yourself, how can you finish your work? Just look at this time, how many days away from you, Qinglu will turn the sky upside down?"

Song Tang was startled, and said in a low voice, "You don't understand."

The cold night wind blew away the bitter aroma of wine, Yan Xing was lying in the boat drinking with his legs crossed, Song Tang was standing at the bow of the boat, his sleeves full of Jiang Feng.

The awning boat swayed with the waves and drifted eastward; the mountains on both sides of the bank piled up and flew backwards.

What a magnificent mountain and river.

Yan Xing stopped talking because he really didn't understand.

So needless to say anything, just calm down and look at the river full of stars and moonlight, blowing the river wind, is enough to make people intoxicated.

The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and the river is rushing.Song Tang thought about it, thinking of many old things, and finally Qinglu Mountain.

Junior brother is inexperienced after all, if he is not around these few days, will he encounter difficulties?

Until someone embraced her from behind, a frivolous laughter rang in her ears: "What are you thinking?"

"..."

"miss me?"

There was a hard object on the back of the waist, rubbing gently, the heat came through the Taoist robe very clearly, Song Tang was startled, and subconsciously tried to break away, but the slight numbness ran up the back along the tailbone, and the memory of the past flashed by. , Shame made him hot all over.

This feels all too familiar.

But that person came to bite his earlobe, sucking his lips and tongue, making obscene noises while asking vaguely: "Is it okay?"

Sect Master Song swallowed his breath and tried to keep his consciousness clear, his face was indifferent: "The sky is sitting on the ground, ridiculous, let go."

Yan Xing did not let go.He is used to wanton indulgence, and this is not the first time he has done absurd things.

Only on the second floor of their tavern, Song Tang's Qingyu case where he usually reads, and Yan Xing on the locust tree in Qinglu Mountain used to trap people in his arms with the coercion of the realm, and even confessed after kissing and beating.

"You haven't been with me for a long time."

While saying aggrieved words, his body was still muddy.

Song Tang thought about it, it was indeed a long time.

In the end, his heart softened, so he sighed silently and closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

Yan Xing was aggressive, one hand wrapped around the thin waist, and the other hand slid in from the hem of the robe to pinch wantonly.Feeling the suppressed tremor of the person in his arms, he couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

He laughed so hard that Song Tang's mind was in a turmoil, and all touches in the darkness were infinitely magnified, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his flushed face reflected in the river water full of stars.Song Tang finally couldn't bear it anymore and struggled violently, but Yan Xing suddenly picked him up and carried him into the cabin.

"Enough." In the past, when I was outside, I made this step, and the other party stopped.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xing didn't know what kind of wine he drank today, and he was surprisingly stupid: "This is enough? Then wouldn't I bear the reputation of being a disciple in vain?"

The boat stopped in the middle of the river, and the waves of the river and the cold night wind were all kept out by invisible barriers.

Song Tang sensed the change in the aura here, guessing that the other party had imposed a restriction to isolate prying eyes, and thought that this person's methods of concealing people's eyes and ears were getting better and better.

...Could it be that he specially learned to do such absurd things?

Suddenly his body felt cold, it turned out that the obscene pants were also taken off, and he couldn't help thinking about it after that.The genitals were held in the hands of the person, and they were gently comforted and played with, provocative and provocative, and the kisses full of encroachment were overwhelmingly suppressed.

The wet lips and tongue kissed from the neck to the collarbone, torturing his nipples again.Master Song just closed his eyes and frowned, gritted his teeth and endured silently, without saying a word indifferently.

It's a pity that the body's reaction can't deceive people, the panting became heavier and heavier, and the genitals stood up tremblingly.

Yan Xing loves his current appearance the most. The Taoist robes he wore in the past hang loosely on his body, unable to cover his body, revealing his long, slender, white legs.The hairpin fell off, and a head of black hair fell loose. His face was ascetic and dignified, but his lower body was in a state of embarrassment.

Deng Tuzi was very patient at this time, he rubbed the opponent's buttocks obscenely, and inserted a finger into the tightly closed acupuncture point.

"You and I are Taoist couples, it's the norm to be happy... Heh, the bite is really tight."

When he was young, he wandered around the market, and he knew all kinds of religions and nine schools, and between the beds, he would always make a few jokes.

Song Tang was different. He was brought back to Qinglu to practice swordsmanship since he was a child, and he was even more strict with himself after he took over as the head.

He has been ashamed of his love and joy, so how can he stand being teased?

"It's too tight, relax."

The other party's calloused fingers moved in and out of his passageway, and even twisted them maliciously. Sect Master Song endured the embarrassment of having his private parts violated: "Stop talking... ah——"

I don't know what was allowed to enter the body, like a bead, being prodded by fingers and pushed deep.

As soon as Song Chang's power broke out, he was involuntarily suppressed. Yan Xing dismissed his attack with one hand, while licking and biting his nipples: "Don't be afraid, it's medicine."

His breathing was disordered, and the whole lone boat shook violently with the waves.

Song Tang didn't dare to struggle anymore, the pill melted in his body, and the dripping liquid flowed down his legs, very obscene.

The three fingers were carefully grinding in the tunnel, and he didn't know where they were grinding. The tingling pleasure made him suddenly tremble.

Yan Xing pulled out his fingers, raised one of his long legs and put it on his shoulders, and entered him head-on.

"Don't close your eyes, just look at me."

There was no step-by-step, and the scorching huge head came in fiercely, hitting the most terrible thing every time, so fierce that it was almost cruel, and the force almost penetrated him.

Song Tang was pressed against the bulkhead, and his whole body became limp and weak from fear. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and his voice choked up: "You are presumptuous..."

But in exchange for the other party's deep smile: "I would be reluctant to do anything more presumptuous to you..."

Sect Leader Song didn't speak any more, but clenched his teeth, fearing that he would groan embarrassingly, but he couldn't stop sobbing from his throat.

Yan Xing's genitals were sucked by the hot and humid vagina, making him feel more comfortable and happy.

He said forcefully, "Call out."

Song Tang just shook his head.

So the open and close manipulation stopped, and the other party held his waist with one hand, rubbing the hot and firm point in the body in circles.He kept spitting out the liquid from the front, and was held by another hand, playing from the root to the mouth of the bell.

Sect Master Song was finally forced to cry: "Yan Xing..."

Deng Tuzi got his wish: "It's always at this time that you are willing to call my name."

What "Daoist Yan" is, he really doesn't want to hear it anymore.

With a violent penetration, Song Tang shot white turbidity tremblingly, but the sensitive body after the orgasm was not let go, and was lifted by the waist and changed positions, and entered violently from behind.

Later, his consciousness became a little fuzzy, as if he was sinking and floating in the turbulent sea, and the sea of ​​desire had no end.He was imprisoned under him, whether he wanted to escape or miss the Purifying Mantra, he would be pulled back forcefully.I don't know how long it was done, what to say, and what shameful postures I changed.

He just remembered to tell himself that next time he would definitely not let this person succeed.

Yan Xing was always sober, until he was satisfied, he released the Jingguan and let out a vent, and then separated the true energy of the Dao, guiding the person in his arms to use the method of double cultivation.

When the boat is sailing in the river, the scenery on both sides of the river has changed at some point.

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon springs from the river.

He sat on the bow of the boat with the drowsy man in his arms.

I think of the first time I met Song Tang, the lonely street in the middle of the night, the shadows of the trees whirling, meeting each other on a narrow road, and the moonlight falling on his splashed ink landscape robe.So lovely.

He is clearly a high-spirited young man, but he pretends to be mature and calm.

People can't help but want to tease.

When I think about it, it's really like what happened in my previous life. It turns out that these years have passed like this.

He hugged him, as if hugging a river of spring water, and like hugging the cool moonlight.