Straight man's goddess system

Ling Yunyi.

Hearing the name, Song Duanyi's eyes sank slightly, and he held He Wei's hand a little harder. With just this slight movement, the boy in his arms let out a muffled snort of discomfort.

Song Duanyi regained consciousness and relaxed a little.He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at He Wei quietly. His voice changed from the usual ethereal and melodious, but became deep and hoarse. When he distinguished it carefully, it sounded like Ling Yunyi's voice.

"I am here."

He Wei's body was slightly stiff, and then he clenched his clothes tightly.

"Don't be afraid, He Wei." Song Duanyi moved closer to him, almost touching the tip of his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Why, sorry for me?"

He Wei suddenly fell silent when he heard his words. He closed his eyes tightly, but his mind was full of scarlet.

Ling Yunyi's blood, his icy body, and his pale, bloodless lips attached to the tips of his ears.

That period of memories flooded up like crazy, He Wei's face turned white instantly, his fingers turned white due to excessive force, his body trembled slightly, and along with the emotional unease, Dou Ling, who had calmed down in his body, became agitated again.

Song Duanyi raised her eyebrows and didn't provoke him any more.He put his hand on He Wei's chest, helping him to comfort Dou Ling and calm him down at the same time.

He Wei fell into a deep sleep, but Song Duanyi did not leave.

He hugged He Wei and sat quietly on the Lingquan.

He Wei's information has been checked by someone long ago. He was born in the most ordinary human family. When he was five years old, his mother couldn't bear the poverty of the village and ran away from home. People die at the same time.He Wei barely grew up under the care of relatives. When he was 11 years old, he went to Chuxuan Mountain, but he was not activated to fight spirits.

A disabled person who has no father, no mother, and no support, is destined to be an existence to be abandoned. Fortunately, he meets Lei Ming, the kind-hearted little steward of the outer sect of Qingxuan Sect.

Lei Ming adopted him and asked him to do some cleaning work at the outer door.This was done for five years until he was 16 years old. He finally awakened the fighting spirit and became a blockbuster, activating the rare purple fighting spirit in the world. Even so, the god of luck did not completely descend on him. The rare purple fighting spirit, It was actually a tattered nightgown, so useless that no one could bear to laugh at him.

After that... he became his personal disciple.

Clean, simple, without any doubtful background, but... there are many doubts.

Song Duanyi has a photographic memory. The first time he saw He Wei was in Lei Ming's dilapidated wooden house. At that time, He Wei was in a coma, as if he was suffering from a loss of soul.

——Dementia.

Song Duanyi narrowed her eyes, did she really lose her soul?

Looking down at He Wei, Song Duanyi gradually had an idea.

Although this world is full of mysteries, there are some things that cannot be hidden from him.

He Wei slept for a whole day, but he felt as if he had slept for a long time, so long that he thought he would not be able to wake up.

He kept having nightmares all the time, and his highly tense nerves made him unable to rest even when he fell asleep, so even if he woke up at this time, he was still in a trance.

As soon as he got up, he found that he had changed places. He was no longer in Lingquan?

For a moment, He Wei was about to look around, but felt his body lighten, and then fell into a clear embrace.

His silver hair was like snow, and his white robe was like clouds. He raised his head slightly and looked into those light-colored pupils. The silver-gray was light, and the starlight was shining, setting off this exquisite face. The slightest bit of blasphemy.

He Wei stared blankly for a while, then said, "Master... Master."

"Yeah." Song Duanyi smiled lightly, her eyes were warm, "How does your body feel?"

He Wei still didn't understand why, but he could only say, "No discomfort."

After saying this, he realized that he was leaning against Song Duanyi's arms, close to his chest, with his hands on his sleeves, and Song Duanyi was holding his waist very naturally, and the hair of the two of them Intertwined together, one black and one white, extremely vivid.

This pose is too close!

He Wei was startled, and was about to get up in a hurry, but Song Duanyi held him down, and he shook his head slightly, with a hint of reproach in his beautiful eyes: "Don't move around, I'll help you find out again."

The waist is locked and the wrists are clenched. He Wei can't move even if he wants to, but... if Tan Ling is to be hugged like this, isn't it more convenient for him to lie on the bed?

But...Looking at Song Duanyi...He Wei sighed, anyway, the exploration was over soon, and he just jumped away immediately, it's better not to provoke him.

Song Duanyi raised his eyebrows slightly, and was really serious about exploring his spirit. After a week, he withdrew his spirit energy and said softly, "There is no serious problem."

He Wei nodded, and was about to leave his arms, but Song Duanyi held his waist, lowered her head slightly, and approached him very slowly.

Seeing him approaching, He Wei thumped in his heart, and suddenly had a very bad premonition. He couldn't move his body, but his mouth could still move: "Master, you..."

I'm going, what is this for? Isn't Tanglinghua sealed? Master, why are you so abnormal!

He Wei was full of surprise, but Song Duanyi didn't even look at him, she just stared at his lips, He Wei became even more timid, trying to break free as soon as she exerted force on her hand.

But... the difference in strength is too great, and they can't move at all!

Seeing that it was about to be posted, He Wei was terrified, but Song Duanyi stopped it in time. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, then slightly upward, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

That's great, He Wei was relieved that he didn't kiss, but he still had lingering fears, so he said, what is this for, I can't understand his brain circuit at all!

Song Duanyi smiled lightly and said, "Don't be afraid, just try the influence of the love flower."

He Wei blinked and finally understood a little.

Song Duanyi smiled in his eyes: "It seems that nothing has happened."

Although He Wei felt that this "try it out" method was terrible, he could only laugh when he said that.

Song Duanyi looked at him fixedly, his eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly called: "He Wei."

"Huh?" He Wei was still terrified by his fright, and could only instinctively reply at this moment, "What's the matter, Master?"

Listening to him, Song Duanyi's eyes seemed to be hesitant, his voice was very soft and cautious: "A few days ago, because of Qinghua, I did some things that I shouldn't do..."

When he mentioned this, He Wei felt very embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Duanyi's pleasant voice was a little more anxious: "Are you going to be angry with me?"

He was already beautiful, and he had the kind of appearance that makes men and women indistinguishable. In the past, the figure who was like a banished fairy lowered his posture so much. He Wei just felt that he was too uncomfortable. He waved his head and said, " No! You are my master, how could I be angry with you."

Hearing what he said, the corners of Song Duanyi's mouth slightly raised, and her light-colored eyes curved slightly, revealing a very shallow smile.

He Wei thinks she is also a beauty, but at this moment, she is also a little dazed.

"Don't dislike me because of this." Song Duanyi embraced him very naturally, with a slight sigh in her voice: "You are my only apprentice."

With such sincerity, He Wei was deeply intimidated, and really felt that Song Duanyi treated her very well.

It wasn't until Song Duanyi left for a while because of something that he came back to his senses.

Then... he slapped himself on the face hard.

It's crazy!He, a person who has read the entire book of "The Dead", is still confused.

Who is his master?The famous black heart sesame trap!How could it be so gentle as water on the surface!

Besides... lingering flowers or something... He Wei was about to cry, wasn't he the unscrupulous master who planted them?What kind of trouble is pretending to be pure at this time!Master, your big tail is sticking out!

He Wei, who had calmed down, thought about it back and forth, and immediately thought about it and was terrified!

If Song Duanyi really planted the love flower, then... what happened before that, ah, was Song Duanyi really confused by the love flower?Is it really not an act?

But if it's just pretending, master, what's the matter with molesting your own disciples if you have nothing to do?

And this direct disciple is still a man!

After thinking deeply like this, He Wei suddenly became Spartan.

The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes!He always felt that his master was digging a bottomless abyss-level pit for him, and he was waiting for him to jump into it after digging...

Help, facing the big hole that Master dug, how can he rein in the precipice!

It's a pity that there is no Weibo, WeChat, forum, or qq group in this society, so He Wei has nowhere to turn for help.

After he woke up, Song Duanyi didn't let him practice anymore, saying that he had entered too much samadhi a while ago and his body needed to rest, so she took him with him all the time.

He Wei has been stimulated a lot these days and wants to relax a bit. Although he is still wary of Song Duanyi, being treated so carefully, he doesn't want to relax, so he relaxes slowly.

At night, he secretly checked the system.

Because of his death, the main task of escaping from the Nether Realm failed. Looking at the word "failure" in red behind the task, He Wei's eyes were full of complicated emotions.

After so many days, he gradually figured it out, and finally walked out of that nightmare.

He hurt Ling Yunyi, but at least he survived.

Ling Yunyi, who devoured Shang Mo, was already very powerful, and when he completely suppressed the Nether Realm, it was time for him to call the wind and call the rain.

Although the main mission failed, He Wei feels that the current plot is really on the right track.

In fact, this is also very good.

In this way, he got rid of Ling Yunyi's thoughts, and "she" died. From now on, as long as he doesn't do those damn tasks, they will be two people who have nothing to do with each other.

Isn't this the life He Wei wants?There is no thrilling, no parting between life and death, just need to practice with peace of mind, and when the love flower is stripped off, he will hide his name and enjoy life comfortably.

Hmm... very good, He Wei took a deep breath, really good!

***

Duanqing Zhenren is Song Duanyi's title, and He Wei now knows his identity clearly.

There are three major sects in the Zhongting Human Race, the Lian Zen Sect has been destroyed, and the rest are Qingxuanmen and Xuanji Palace.

And Song Duanyi is the head of the Qingxuan Sect, so it can be seen how high his status is.

Outsiders only think that the human race has changed from a three-legged confrontation to a two-horse struggle for hegemony, but He Wei knows that Xuanji Palace is simply in Song Duanyi's pocket. After the downfall of the Lian Zen Sect, he is the only leader of the human race.

With such an identity, He Wei's identity as his only personal disciple has also risen with the tide.

What's more, Song Duanyi has a 'gentle' temperament, and she can't wait to pamper him to heaven.

While eating the sweet fairy fruit that blooms for a hundred years and then bears fruit for a hundred years, He Weiyi watched Yun Wan'er and Shan Yu bickering. These days are so nourishing that they can directly support the elderly.

Of course... the premise is that his master's giant pit is not completely completed.

After the work is finished, he probably will fall into a dog and eat shit.

But He Wei has a good attitude, so whoever he is, the good times are just for naught, if you fall into the mud, get up slowly.

When her mind wandered too far, Yun Wan'er ran over bouncingly: "Big Brother! The Wandering Spirit Realm will open in a few days, but you don't want to go?"

He Wei stuffed a fairy fruit into the little girl's mouth, and then asked, "So soon? Didn't it say it will be mid-October?"

Yun Wan'er had fruit wrapped in her mouth, and she was talking nonsense while eating, but it was a pity that she had a small mouth and was greedy for eating fruit, so she couldn't explain at all.

Shan Yu looked at them both with distaste, and said with pursed lips, "Today is already the seventh day of October, and there are three more days until the tenth day of October." Choked to death.

He Wei was in a trance, the days passed so quickly, it was already October.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and I don't know...

Just when he wanted to start something, He Wei frowned and stopped.

"Go! Of course!"

Yun Wan'er finally ate the fruit, her eyes were still looking at the plate, and she just said, "Big brother, if you go, you will definitely win the first place! It's a pity, I can't go yet."

He Wei thought it was funny seeing her greedy, and handed the whole jade plate to her, then said with a smile: "You don't practice seriously all day, why are you upset at this time?"

Yuan Wan'er was holding a plate of fruit, her eyes sparkled: "I don't want to be in meditation every day like some people, I'm so bored to death."

Shan Yu, who was named, glanced at her, and Yun Wan'er glared back at him. It was fine, and the two started to quarrel again.

He Wei was not surprised when he saw so much, he stepped back a little, and lay his pillow on the soft jade cotton mat, very comfortable.

In the past six months, his cultivation has not improved at all. Since the spiritual realm was destroyed, he no longer deliberately pursues the realm.

It's not that I'm tired and slack, but I'm preparing for this Wandering Spirit Secret Realm.

The Wandering Spirit Secret Realm is a small world naturally formed on the Dou Ling Continent. It is opened every three years. After opening, it can accommodate all the monks in the transformation stage to enter the experience.

It is naturally full of rare treasures, and of course there are many monsters and monsters.

However, most of the monsters among them are not high-level. For monks in the transformation stage, as long as they deal with them carefully, it is not difficult.

He Wei is already at the ninth level of transformation stage, and if he goes up to another level, he will lose the qualification to enter.

This is also the restriction set by the powerful beings tens of thousands of years ago, in order to give the monks in the transformation stage an additional place to practice, and also to allow young people to grow up quickly.

Therefore, He Wei hasn't improved his cultivation in the past six months, and he is so afraid that he won't be able to enter this secret realm of wandering spirits.

In fact, with Song Duanyi's wealth and status, the treasures in the Wandering Spirit Realm are really nothing, and it is estimated that the top treasure among them is not as good as the fruit that He Wei ate just now.

But He Wei had to go. He didn't want those things, but a blessed place in the Wandering Spirit Realm.

That blessed place is called Jinling Grotto, and it is a holy place for the cultivation of fighting spirits of the Jin family. Naturally, what He Wei is planning is not Jinling, but what he is after is the particularity of that place.

The Jinling Grotto is born to restrain the wood-type fighting spirits. If he can practice there, He Wei will have the confidence to completely subdue the love flower.

Even if it can't be stripped out, it can still make it obedient, so that it won't get out of control and cause a catastrophe.

It is for this reason that He Wei must go to the Wandering Spirit Realm.

He Wei was thinking about it, but suddenly there was no sound around him, how could these two children calm down by themselves?

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the elegant figure coming in the thin morning light.

Both Yun Wan'er and Shan Yu behaved in an instant, bowed their heads and stood beside them, their young voices were very clear: "I've seen a real person."

"Yes." Song Duanyi responded softly.

Seeing him coming, He Wei, who was half lying on the jade cotton mat, got up quickly and was about to come down to salute.

It's a pity that before his feet touched the ground, Song Duanyi walked up to him, raised his hand slightly, and pushed him back: "Don't be so polite."

He Wei had no choice but to say first: "Master, good morning."

"Yeah." Song Duanyi came over, sat beside him, and held his hand very naturally, "Did you sleep well last night? I wanted to talk to you for a while, but I was delayed for some time because of something else. You were already asleep when you came here."

He Wei pulled his hand a little, but he didn't pull it out, so he could only keep this movement: "Please bear in mind, Master, I slept well and had no dreams all night."

Hearing what he said, Song Duanyi's eyebrows eased. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the empty jade plate, and then smiled: "Does the Baixian fruit taste good? If you like it, I'll send some more."

He Wei raised her eyebrows slightly, and then realized that the plate of fruit had been eaten up by Yun Wan'er's little greedy cat, but Song Duanyi obviously thought she had eaten it.

Yun Wan'er also listened, the Hundred Fairy Fruits were extremely precious, she ate them all in a moment of greed, she was so frightened that she tugged at her clothes, He Weiyi saw it and smiled and said, "It's delicious! I really like it."

Song Duanyi kept looking at him, "Tell me what you like, as long as it doesn't hurt your body, you can use it as you like."

My master is a typical god-man who regards money as dung. He Wei was afraid that he would spend more money, so he quickly changed the subject: "Master, in three days, the secret realm of wandering spirits will be opened. I want to try it." .”

He had mentioned this matter to Song Duanyi a long time ago, and the other party agreed, so it is not surprising at this time.

"Okay." Song Duanyi replied, "I have prepared the Qiankun bag for you, and you can go to Wuyuan Pavilion to pick out some magic weapons you like."

He Wei quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm also a ninth-level transformation cultivator now, and it's not easy to go to the Wandering Spirit Secret Realm, so I don't need any magic tools."

Song Duanyi looked at him: "Forget it."

He Wei breathed a sigh of relief, but seeing that Song Duanyi was silent, he couldn't help but smiled wryly again: "Master, I'll be fine."

"Ah."

He Wei asked again worriedly: "You won't let the other brothers and sisters of the Zongmen follow me?"

He asked like this, but Song Duanyi smiled. He turned his body slightly inward, let him lean on him calmly, and said, "No."

He Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

But unfortunately, he still underestimated his master...

This time, the Mystery of Wandering Spirits is opened in the Qingmu Plain in the northwest corner of the atrium.

Because it is only the lowest level of the secret realm, most of the monks who come here are monks in the transformation stage, and occasionally there are a few from extraordinary backgrounds, and they are only accompanied by a few capable people in the spirit stage.

And those who are really noble, even if they are only in the transformation stage, they will basically not come here.

Just like Yun Wan'er and Shan Yu, even if they have reached the transformation stage, they don't need to go to the Wandering Spirit Realm to practice. There are so many holy places for cultivation in the sect, and there are corresponding precious medicines, how can they be used here? waste time.

But they are only a very small number after all, and the size of the atrium is beyond imagination, so this Wandering Spirit Secret Realm is very lively at the moment.

Everyone is in the stage of transformation, which is the time when they are young and energetic, and there will inevitably be some disputes and noises.

The Qingmu Plain is so bustling, but the next moment it suddenly quiets down because of a howl from the sky. It is possible to control the spirit in the late stage of transformation, but this is obviously not an ordinary flying spirit, but an extremely rare fairy beast mount.

Everyone looked up one after another, and what they saw was an elegant blue-winged crane. Its wings were supple, and it was a rare water blue color.

Such a big deal, but which young master is here?

Everyone speculated, and then saw a man in yellow, with long hair and a crown, and kind eyebrows and eyes. Looking at the clothes, he looked like 28, but his eyes were round and bright, and he had a baby face, which made him look very small.

As soon as he appeared, some insiders laughed: "So it's the sixth son of the Mei family."

As soon as this name was mentioned, a group of people suddenly realized.

The sixth son of the Mei family is also a well-known celebrity, not because of his high cultivation level, nor his ability. In fact, his fame comes entirely from his wonderful fighting spirit.

That's right, his fighting spirit.

Purple, the top grade, after the transformation, it is the rose cake that shocked the world.

After the name spread, the Qingmu Plain became even more lively.

That is this old man, although he came from a family, although he is a purple fighting spirit, but because he is only a rose cake, he has cultivated for 20 years, and he is only in the transformation stage.

But the family is lucky, the parents are capable, rich and powerful, and they are piled up with panacea, medicine, blessings and treasures. This is not the ninth level of the transformation stage. If you work harder and work hard for more than ten years, you may reach the spiritual stage.

Everyone sighed for a while, and envied and hated by the way.

It was lively, but suddenly there was another scream: "What is that!"

Everyone raised their heads unconsciously, and then, they were all shocked.

In the distant sky, white clouds are rushing, and after a dazzling silver light, what appears in an instant is a rare Pegasus with a vigorous figure and pure white wings!

How could such a sacred object appear here!

If Mei Liu's water-blue crane is a star in the sky, then this two-winged Pegasus is a dazzling sun, almost blinding people's eyes.

However, the most shocking thing is not this, but...

There are eight such rare celestial horses in the world!

Such a proud spiritual creature obediently pulled the carriage.

This, this... who the hell is here!

The entire Qingmu Plain fell into an extremely eerie silence, and then, the delicate carriage moved automatically without wind.

The silver hair fell like stars, and the toga was lingering like a river of clouds. Amidst the brilliance, the man who walked out slowly took everyone's breath away in an instant.