The master of cultivating immortals protects me

Knowing that if the Xu family were to fall, it would be difficult for her to walk in the palace. With a sneering sneer in the corner of Li Guifei's mouth, Shi Shiran unscrewed a box of enamel with flower and bird patterns, and dipped some pearl powder secrets into it with her round fingertips. Spread the balm made in the palm of your hand.

"In the past ten years, if I hadn't talked sweetly beside the emperor's pillow, do you think the Xu family is still one of the four great families?"

"Nowadays, a cultivator of Baoling suddenly appeared and completely disrupted our plan. Prince Longqing is completely fascinated. It will be even more difficult to win Longqing over." I don't want to continue arguing with Concubine Li , Fourth Xu directly brought the topic to the matters he cared about.

Today's competition between the four major families is still vivid in my mind, Mr. Feng's senior brother, Mr. Feng, shocked everyone when he made a move. Although Xu Laosi is not a cultivator, he is also the head of the family after all.

Mr. Feng has attracted his attention since he appeared. It's hard for Mr. Xu to describe the feeling. He looks like a person, but he can't feel the slightest mortal breath from the other person. Isn't he a cultivator? I haven't seen it before, but it's the first time I've discovered that there is such a person who is not stained with dust in the world.

This feeling is more obvious when Mr. Feng stands with other people. Although he is with everyone, it is like the existence of two worlds. It is not like a person, but more like an elusive god who accidentally fell into the mortal world.

It is always too risky to tie the future of the Xu family to Long Qing, but the unidentified Mr. Feng is a person worth contacting.

The conversation with Concubine Li was not pleasant. The purpose of Xu Lao Si was to let Concubine Li understand that the Xu family could not fail. He frowned and walked away from Concubine Li's house with heavy steps, thinking about whether to send someone tomorrow Going to get in touch with the pair of senior brothers with mysterious identities, a ray of golden smoke hidden in the shadows drifted past Xu Lao Si silently.

In the room, flickering candles reflected a flickering figure on the window wall.

The woman holding the mahogany comb in her hand suddenly paused, staring at a figure reflected in the bronze mirror with wide-open eyes, and a man's deep and magnetic voice came from the seat by the window not far behind her. : "For disturbing you late at night, I hope the imperial concubine will not take offense."

"When did you come, sir?" The vigilance in her eyes melted into a pool of spring water. The woman combed the black hair scattered on her shoulders carelessly for a while, and her almond eyes sized up the bronze mirror with interest. half-figured man.

"just."

Putting down the mahogany comb in her hand, the woman was dissatisfied with only seeing the figure of the man in the bronze mirror, turned around leisurely, and slowly stood up from the low stool, shaking three steps, the hem of the skirt dragging the ground.

As the distance between him and that person got closer, he finally saw the other person's face clearly in the flickering firelight. Even in the shadows, he was as cold and bright as the bright moonlight. Concubine Li stroked a strand of her long hair with her fingertips, Smiling eyes fell on the man's body softly, and the voice uttered from the red lips was not as sharp and cold as when facing Xu Laosi just now, it was sweet and fragrant like a ripe fruit.

"Mr. Feng's clothes are so thin, don't you feel cold?" The ups and downs of the voice are as melodious as singing, and if it is an ordinary man, I am afraid that he would have sunk in it long ago.

Before her round fingertips touched the man's shoulder, the person who was sitting in the chair just now suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes. Concubine Li showed surprise, and suddenly felt her shoulders warmed up, and a cloak hanging by the side had been draped on her body.

She hurriedly turned around, and the man who was still in the shadow just now was standing by the table at this time, the beating candlelight illuminated the man's sharp-edged face, making the man's whole body seem to have a layer of pale gold Halo, noble and untouchable.

The five fingers unconsciously clenched the tie of the cloak, and Concubine Li felt inferior in an instant.

"I heard that there is an eighteen-year-old Baoling in the Xu family." With his hands behind his back, Fenghuang didn't want to be too entangled, so he revealed his purpose as soon as he opened his mouth.

The slender willow-leaf eyebrows raised slightly, Concubine Li meandering forward, holding the blue and white jug depicting landscapes in her slender hands: "Hey, the three sentences of you cultivators are inseparable from practice, sometimes I like it so much, sometimes It’s very annoying at times.”

"Sir, is the slave family not even comparable to an eight-year-old child in your eyes?" Offering a glass of wine with both hands, Concubine Li's red lips were lightly parted, her eyes and eyebrows were full of charm, and her tone was full of sweetness like nectar. coquettish.

"Why should a noble concubine's body be compared with an eighteen-year-old child?" Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the wine glass in the woman's hand, and the Feng Huang, who could be said to be incomprehensible, had two fingers, and the wine glass flew from the woman's hand to his fingertips .

Slightly stunned, looking at the wine glass flying into Feng Huang's hand, Concubine Li Gui smiled in a low voice, "It's strange, Mr. has a Junior Brother Baoling, so why are you interested in a child?"

"Although the imperial concubine is not a practitioner, how can she not understand the matter of cultivation when she is among the four great families? An eight-year-old child who has not yet broken through the refining of Qi carries the Qi of Baoling. As a bargaining chip, it is not as attractive as my junior brother in Long Qing's hands."

Picking up the wine glass, Fenghuang raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

Her gaze fell on the man's Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, and Concubine Li Gui's expression darkened a bit: "Sir, do you want that child?"

"It's just that everyone takes what they need." Throwing the wine glass casually, the jade cup landed firmly on the sandalwood table without making a sound. Concubine Li's heart trembled.

This man is not as gentle as he appears on the surface.

"Everyone gets what they want? How does Mr. know what I want?" With a sneer between her lips and teeth, Concubine Li smiled softly and sat back on the low stool while holding the table.

Prosperity and wealth?The emperor's favor?

People's hearts, where there is no change.

When she is old and fading, what will be left?

"The spiritual source of Phoenix Mountain ten years ago." After a pause, Fenghuang saw the rising flames from Concubine Li's hidden despairing eyes, and the happy revenge flames filled the woman's eyes as if they were about to overflow .

The half-burned candles in the room dripped bright red hot wax tears, and the firelight cast a distorted figure on the wall, "I took it away."

Ruined!Ruined!

After washing, Xu Xiaofeng opened all the windows in the room, trying to let the lingering embarrassing smell in the room disappear as soon as possible. Before, she hoped that the master would come back sooner, but now Xu Xiaofeng could only pray in her heart that the master would come back sooner. Who knows if the master will smell the embarrassing smell on the bed.

Thinking that Xu Xiaofeng has devoted himself to practicing for ten years, but there will be times when his concentration is insufficient and he can't help holding the quilt that is stained with the breath of the master.

Lying by the window as if exhausted, Xu Xiaofeng really wanted to look up to the sky and howl. The object of his fantasy was the master. Even if he was good-looking, handsome and handsome, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as beautiful, but it was his. Master.

"Hey--"

With a long sigh, Xu Xiaofeng hung half of his body outside the window, motionless like a dying bat, let the cold wind blow him into a mummified corpse, with master's keen insight, he would definitely detect the peculiar smell in the room, he wished he could become a A thin piece of paper was gently blown by the wind, fluttering and fluttering away.

"Xiaofeng..."

The soft murmured voice penetrated into his ears along the cool autumn night wind, as if it sprayed on his cheeks, Xu Xiaofeng suddenly raised his head in shock, looked around with wide eyes, Master is back?Was it the master who called him just now?

"Xiaofeng, help me..."

The gently trembling voice, like rain hitting plantains, fell to his ears one after another along the cool wind, Xu Xiaofeng tightly grasped the edge of the window, so much strength that he squeezed the wood out of finger prints.

It's the voice of the master!

Is the master in trouble?

The voice that was always stable and emotionless in my impression trembled slightly at this moment as if someone had plucked the strings of the piano. The aftertaste touched every nerve in him. The mask that perfectly displayed the calmness on the face of the master shattered to the ground.

His bony fingers were tightly held in the hands of a strange man in the shadows, his handsome face seemed to be stained with cold sweat as fine as pearl powder because of the pain, his lips were bitten by his teeth bright red and dripping blood, his pair of eyes were like a cold pool. His eyes looked at him, helpless, vulnerable, and pleading.

Calling out again and again: Xiaofeng, help me...

Something seems wrong?Xu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, and the master's words when he left echoed in his ears: Don't leave the room.

But soon the master's figure appeared in front of Xu Xiaofeng's eyes again.

The man in the shadow who tightly clenched his master's fingers looked at Xu Xiaofeng provocatively with his golden brown eyes like a bloodthirsty monster. He put one hand on Fenghuang's waist and hugged him towards him. Looking at Xu Xiaofeng like a ghost, he stretched out his snake-like bright red tongue and gently licked Fenghuang's fingertips.

"Stop, Taiyi." Fenghuang's eyes showed pain, and his suppressed voice crushed Xu Xiaofeng's rationality.

"Let go of my master!" As if stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife, the tense nerves were instantly torn apart, Xu Xiaofeng's eyes were bloodshot, he rushed towards the phantom recklessly, and jumped out of the room.