After wearing the book, I had sex with the passer-by brother

"Master, why did you accept the two of them as disciples?"

On the way back, Zimu finally asked the question that had been pent up in his stomach for a long time. Obviously, the master already had him, so why did he accept other disciples?Could it be that Master thought he was too stupid?

Su Yunqing squinted at the sullen little guy, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, Master has no intention of despising you."

Looking back at Jing He and the two who were following far behind, Su Yunqing patted Zimu's little head and continued: "Master, I just don't want Zimu to be too tired. Zimu does so many things a day. Isn't it good that you found two people to help?"

"Master, Zimu is really not tired at all." Zimu was still a little unhappy, even though the master was doing it for his own good.

"Okay, this is a decision made for the teacher. From now on, you will be the senior brother of the two of them, and you need Zimu to discipline the two of them for the teacher." Su Yunqing said.

The word "senior brother" still lifted Zimu's spirits, and he solemnly replied: "Yes! Master, Zimu must strictly discipline the disciples!"

After returning to Yumiao Mountain, the dilapidated small courtyard remained unchanged.

The wooden house was so old that it seemed that it might collapse at any moment, and the snow was falling along the eaves, smashing into pieces on the ground.

"Our teacher's school has always followed the principle that those who don't work don't eat. From now on, in addition to completing the homework assigned for the teacher, the two of you also need to do some light work such as cleaning and shopping every day."

Su Yunqing said calmly, the hot air that came out while speaking formed a thin layer of mist, which dissipated in the sky and earth in a blink of an eye.

He pointed to the two brooms placed against the door, and said to Jinghe and the two, "There are two brooms over there. You should clean up the snow in the courtyard today."

Yumiao Mountain is very cold all year round, and the ice and snow are difficult to melt. Even in March, a thick layer of snow has fallen on the top of the mountain.

In such a cold weather, only practitioners like Su Yunqing and Zimu can live for a long time.

Zihe, that is to say, Jinghe whose name was changed by Su Yunqing, patted his chest, wrapped his body around me and said: "No problem, Master, this disciple will strictly abide by the school rules!"

Now Zihe is wearing the new winter clothes that Su Yunqing bought for him at the market just now, and he has a promise that he will definitely teach him to make his own big tiger puppet in the future.

But Jing Hegui is the blood brake demon lord, and it is never his turn to do rough work, and there are servants who take care of everything properly.

Glancing at the two brooms of different lengths piled up beside the door with distaste, Jing He covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed twice, pretending to be unwell: "Master...Master, cough cough, can the disciple... .”

Before he finished speaking, Su Yunqing interrupted him with a smile: "No."

"Of course, if you are really uncomfortable, I won't make it too difficult for you as a teacher. Remember to do ten times more work to make up for it in the future."

ten times!Isn't this equivalent to sweeping the snow off the entire mountain! !Jing He got stuck in his throat, and this time he was really choking, coughing again and again.

"The disciple should clean up now..."

Jing He was depressed, pretending to be sick all the time was not going to work, Su Yunqing helped him grab the medicine at the market, they were all the best herbs, and it was estimated that he would be cured after just one or two uses.

And he is also planning to recover from his injuries at Su Yunqing's place. Not only will he not be easily discovered by those idiots in the Floating Cloud Immortal Pavilion, but he may also find opportunities to have more contact with Su Yunqing.

However, at this moment, Jing He reluctantly took the broom, and began to wonder if the strange throbbing that made his heart throb in the ruined temple was fake.

Seeing Jing and Zihe with dark face and high spirits starting to clear the snow, Su Yunqing raised the corner of her mouth in a good mood, "Zimu, you are here to guard your two juniors, if anyone is lazy, just teach them a lesson , don't hold back."

After giving the instructions, he went to the backyard with his arms wrapped around his arms to cook for the three young boys.

Zimu answered earnestly, although he didn't know when the school rules came into existence, but since it was something ordered by his master, he must of course fulfill it with all his heart and responsibility.

After nightfall, the temperature dropped sharply, so cold that the dripping water turned into ice.

After a simple dinner, when the night sky was filled with stars, Su Yunqing drove the three young boys to rest.

The windows with a few holes were patched hastily by Su Yunqing with rags, and the crumbling door panels were replaced by him. Finally, there is no need to worry about the wind leaking when sleeping at night.

Unlike the miserable wooden house from the outside, the interior of the wooden house is warm and comfortable. The two simple wooden beds are neat and clean, and the charcoal-burning stove is burning vigorously. It is not difficult to guess that Zimu is working diligently regular.

"Zimu, take Zihe to squeeze on the bed where you sleep first, Xiaohe and Teacher Wei." After entering the room, Su Yunqing decided on the allocation of two wooden beds.

Zimu was the first to disagree, "Master, let Zihe sleep with Xiaohe, I can meditate without resting."

"What nonsense?" Su Yunqing said, closing the wooden door tightly, leaving only a gap in the window, "If you don't sleep well, you will not grow tall. Now you are the shortest among the three of you brothers Um, so you don’t want to sleep?”

Among the three young boys, Zi Mudi is the youngest, and therefore the shortest one. He is still standing beside the tallest Zi He, which makes him look even more delicate.

Zimu only felt that what the master said hit his heart hard, looked up at Zihe who was laughing at him with a little jealousy, and reluctantly "Oh...", took Zihe to his heart. Sleeping wooden bed lying down.

The remaining wooden bed naturally belonged to Su Yunqing. After he walked over, he found that Jing He hadn't moved, so he asked, "What's the matter? Don't you want to sleep?"

Jing He said "no" calmly on the surface, but in fact he was already very complacent in his heart: he already knew that Su Yunqing was interested in him, otherwise why bother looking for him everywhere, and falsely claiming that he has a friend named Jing He?

Now that Su Yunqing saw that he looked similar to the adult version of herself, she couldn't wait to invite him to bed. Isn't this interesting or what?

Unknowingly, he made up a lot of brains, and even forgot the depression that had just swept the snow until his body was soaked. Jing He calmly walked to the bed, took off his coat and lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes calmly. .

Then, Su Yunqing also got on the bed, crossed her legs and began to meditate.

Jinghe: ...

It seems a little different from what I imagined.

The charcoal in the stove was crackling and the teenager was sleeping well. After a while, there was a slight snoring sound from Zimu.

Jing He closed his eyes and moved toward Su Yunqing until his elbow touched Su Yunqing's knee, then he pretended to bump into Su Yunqing and asked suspiciously, "Is Master still asleep?"

Su Yunqing, who was meditating quietly, didn't open her eyes, and responded lightly: "I'm not sleepy as a teacher, aren't you still asleep?"

A few mischievous strands of hair stuck to his lips, rising and falling as he opened and closed as he spoke. The pale pink tongue was hidden behind the snow-white white teeth, making Jing He couldn't help but focus on it, I can't move it.

Subconsciously rolling his Adam's apple, Jing He said in a hoarse voice, "Tuer can't sleep."

"Why, what's on your mind?" Su Yunqing's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, then she lifted her eyelids and fell into a pair of unfathomable black pupils.

"Hmm... I'm just used to having nightmares." Jing He said.

No one would have guessed that the legendary Blood Brake Demon Lord, who was frightening in the legend and would gnash his teeth at the mention of his name, was actually a poor man who couldn't sleep because of his nightmares.

Speaking of which, it has something to do with his childhood experience. Originally, Jing He was born in a wealthy businessman's family with a good family background. His parents are loving and happy, but when Jing He was five years old, all his families were slaughtered by demon cultivators.

Jing He will never forget how that night, how the demon cultivator with a pair of golden pupils raped and killed his parents, burned his family's mansion, and how he laughed and watched him being tortured by the villain like a plaything. dog chases.

Fortunately, a group of orthodox monks came in time and rescued Jing He, but they also let Mo Xiu escape because of their powerlessness, leaving an indelible memory for Jing He.

Concentrating his thoughts, Jing He raised his face, deliberately opened his eyes wide and pretended to be pitiful, and said, "So Master, can I beg you to sleep with me?"

Su Yunqing was silent, staring closely at Jing He's face as if judging the credibility of what he said.

Jing He was unmoved, thinking that he was not pretending enough, he climbed onto Su Yunqing's crossed legs with his right hand, resting his chin on the back of his hand, and begged with his head tilted: "Master..."

There was a hint of youthful coquettishness in the tone, no matter who heard it, they would involuntarily soften their hearts.

"Only this time, the next time is not an example."

After a long time, Su Yunqing let go and agreed to sleep with him for one night.

"Thank you, Master." Jing He immediately beamed with joy, and couldn't hide the joy in his eyes, he moved to the side in a hurry, and moved out of the place for Su Yunqing.

After taking off the blue robe and wearing only a thin white inner garment, Su Yunqing removed the hair ornament on his head, and three thousand black hairs spread out like a waterfall. He shook his hair and just lay down like this.

As soon as she lifted the quilt to cover her body, she felt a warm body rolling into her arms in the next moment. Su Yunqing looked down, just facing Shangjing and that innocent handsome face.

"Master, I'm cold." Jing He said in a trembling tone, and squeezed into Su Yunqing's arms very naturally.

Relying on the fact that he was not as big as Su Yunqing, an adult, Jing He stretched out his arms to hug Su Yunqing's slender waist, put his face on his chest, and his forehead against Su Yunqing's neck.

"Well, thank you Master, this disciple is warm now." Jing He said with a smile.

The stove that continuously delivers heat makes the room warm like spring, where can it be cold?The corner of Su Yunqing's mouth twitched, and when Jing He wanted to put his hand into his collar, he grabbed the other's wrist.

"What do you want to do?" Pressing Jing He's hand to his ear, Su Yunqing leaned over and asked him.

There was a hint of danger in the threatening tone, but it also made Jing He more excited, and even the devilish energy in his body began to move around.

Seeing Su Yunqing's handsome eyebrows and eyes so close at hand, Jing He tried hard to suppress the restlessness deep in his heart, licked his lower lip and said: "Master, this apprentice's hands are so cold, please warm me up, warm me up." OK?"

"Cold hands?"

Su Yunqing sneered, lifted the quilt abruptly, before Jing He could react, wrapped Jing He into a rice dumpling in two or three strokes, and then called out the gold thread needed to make a puppet from the storage bag, Tie the zongzi tightly.

Su Yunqing twisted up the Jinghe brand meat dumpling, and went directly to the stove.

"Aren't your hands and feet cold and your whole body cold, so sleep next to the stove for one night, so you won't feel cold?"

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about Jing He who was looking at the stove in a daze, turned around and returned to the bed, and meditated.

Jing He, whose face was flushed by the flames, could not give up, and couldn't cut off the golden thread with his magic energy, so he moved clumsily in Su Yunqing's direction, "Master, I'm not cold anymore, really, you let me go!" Come out."

Su Yunqing closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless.

"Master, Master, please help me, I... hiss..."

Before the second half of the sentence was finished, Jing He accidentally stepped on the corner of the quilt, tripped himself, knocked his chin firmly on the frozen ground, and suddenly took a breath of air.

It wasn't over yet, a sporadic flame burst out from the stove at this moment, and landed steadily on the tip of Jing He's hair.

In an instant, a single spark started a prairie fire, and Jing He's hair was set alight in the blink of an eye.

Jing He's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he screamed miserably.

"Groove! My hair aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"

Zimu, who was sleeping on the other bed, shivered abruptly, shrank his neck and buried his whole face in the bed, smacked his lips, and continued to fall asleep again.

In the early morning of the next day, Yumiao Mountain was covered with thick mist, and the chill was piercing.

Zimu walked out the door with two brooms in his arms, followed by Zihe who was awakened by the sound of him getting up.

Just after leaving the room, the cold wind slapped Zihe's face like a slap, blowing away the last bit of drowsiness left in him.

"It's so cold..." Zihe shrank his neck, rubbed his arms, and walked forward along Zimu's footprints, "Brother Zimu, do we need to get up so early to work?"

"Of course it's necessary! Master and Xiaohe are all up!" Zimu put on a serious face. The fact that he woke up later than Master and even Xiaohe made him feel ashamed.

He hurriedly called Zihe up, and went out to work without taking a bite of food, so as to make up for his mistake as a senior.

"Maybe they just got up too? Why don't we prepare the morning meal first, presumably the master and Xiaohe and the two of them haven't had time yet..." Zihe babbled, not noticing the Zimu in front stopped suddenly.

Caught off guard, his chin hit the back of Zimudi's head, Zihe rubbed his chin and stepped back half a step, "Hiss...Senior Brother Zimu, why did you stop suddenly and didn't tell anyone?"

Zimu didn't respond, and stared blankly not far ahead.

"Brother Zimu?" Zihe asked suspiciously, seeing that Zimu's expression was rather strange, and followed Zimu's line of sight inexplicably.

At a stone table under the wintersweet tree, a man dressed in red and sitting on a stone pier with a livid face, let Su Yunqing help him take care of the intact long black hair on the left side.

As for the right half of the head, it is empty, with only a shallow layer of hair sticking to the scalp, and it looks a little bumpy from a distance, and the shaven is not very clean.

Zihe was stunned for a while, and then he gave a severe shock and said in shock.

"Xiaohe, why is your hair gone?!"