Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

Qiuluo's courtyard is full of all kinds of exotic flowers and weeds, in the austere and rigorous residence of the sect's direct disciples, it looks particularly out of place, not only does not look like a disciple of the cultivation sect, but like an ordinary flower farmer.

The roof and walls of the main house are covered with creepers, and the tender green leaves are rustling in the breeze. Several vines are hanging from the windows, and unknown purple flowers are always in bloom.

Lin Jinran watered the various potted plants placed in the house casually, and finally sat down on the training couch.

He patted the empty space beside him, looked at Qiu Luo with dark eyes, and said lightly: "Come here."

Qiu Luo hesitated at the door, and walked over slowly, his eyes slid from the master's hair crown to the smiling eyebrows, and then to the neck and skirt, and couldn't help silently covering his belt.

Lin Jinran noticed his small movements and said with a smile, "What are you dawdling about?"

Qiu Luo coughed lightly, and confirmed again and again: "Is it true that you don't need to take off your clothes?"

Lin Jinran raised his eyebrows and looked at him meaningfully: "If you want to, I don't mind being a teacher."

Qiu Luo: "..."

Where is his dignified master?Why is this person getting worse and worse?

From the corner of Lin Jinran's eyes, he casually glanced over the bed where the little apprentice sleeps every night, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of the book under the quilt.

"What book is this reading?"

He stretched out his hand to pick it up to read, when Qiu Luo's heart skipped a beat, and she screamed that it was not good, she immediately rushed forward, snatched the two storybooks into her arms, and covered them tightly before Lin Jinran opened the cover. .

"Master, these are just idle books without nutrition, you won't be interested."

Lin Jinran saw how he put away the book mysteriously, and didn't pay attention to it, just looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "It must be a very interesting idle book, otherwise, how could a lazy guy like you put it in the book?" Watch it under the covers?"

Qiu Luo, who was suddenly hurt, curled her lips in her heart. Those bloody master-disciple sadomasochism books with illustrations are so offensive, of course they should be condemned in bed!

He climbed onto the bed as if nothing had happened, and sat cross-legged in front of Lin Jinran, with a serious expression on his face: "Master, the disciple is ready, you can start dual cultivation."

Lin Jinran lit an incense stick on the small table, which is said to be able to calm the mind, stretched out his hands, and put his palms and fingers together with Qiu Luo's. The palms met, he slowly closed his eyes, and recited the magic formula in his mouth.

His voice was deep and gentle, his words were clear, and he paused every word. When he said something, Qiu Luo would repeat it. The mana in his body flowed through the major meridians of his body according to the law, and connected together from the palms of the two skin-to-skin. A two-week double closed loop was formed.

Lin Jinran's whole body was full of inspiration, absorbing the spiritual power from the outside world to expel impurities in the body, and finally transformed into pure mana, which flowed to Qiuluo with the formula.

This kind of dual-cultivation method is actually only a one-way output between high and low cultivation bases, and the feedback he can get from Qiu Luo is pitifully small, far from the huge improvement of the dual-cultivation method of personal intercourse.

Qiu Luo closed her eyes, completely immersed in the pure spiritual power, completely forgetting everything outside.

The incense burner on the table was on and off, a line of smoke curled up, and there was a vague fragrance floating in the room.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Jinran finished running the last big week, and the inspiration disappeared. Qiu Luo breathed long and steadily, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. He had acquired a lot of pure spiritual power in his body, and it took time to digest it. .

Lin Jinran laid Qiu Luo flat on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed by himself, with lowered eyes, quietly looking at the sleeping side of the little apprentice.

The moonlight outside the window is thick, flowing quietly on the window lattice through the hanging vines.

In the past, Qiu Luo liked to stay in the dormitory of Fuyou Hall and sleep on his bed. At that time, Lin Jinran also sat quietly by the side every night.

No mood to meditate, let alone sleepiness.

He didn't dare to do anything other than just watch.

But now, Lin Jinran feels that many worldly constraints are nothing more than mediocrity, and it seems that they are not so insurmountable compared with the things he wants to have.

Lin Jinran showed a slight smile, thanks to the nightmare poison and inner demons that have been haunting him all the time, he really broke the invisible shackles on his mind, and realized what it means to have a clear mind and be at ease.

Without this layer of mental barriers, even the realm of cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort, making thousands of miles a day.

He gently pushed aside the broken hair on Qiu Luo's forehead, traced the tall nose bridge, the handsome eyebrows with his cool fingertips, and finally landed on the corners of his lips.

He leaned over slightly, and his pale lips slowly pressed on Qiu Luo's eyebrows, a tender and precious kiss.

Qiu Luo seemed to be aware of it, but she didn't wake up. She just moved her eyelashes slightly, turned over, and pressed Lin Jinran's long hair that was hanging down beside the pillow with one hand.

He held a strand unconsciously with his fingers, dreaming of something, whispering in his mouth: "Master..."

Lin Jinran's heart moved slightly, and he lay down beside him.

Love in the world may be the most elusive thing in this world, even for a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period, it is difficult to comprehend it.

In the past, Lin Jinran never dared to think about whether Qiu Luo would also be interested in him, but now he felt that there was no harm in trying?

He put his finger on the back of Qiu Luo's hand, and gently pressed his forehead against the other's forehead. A gentle inspiration overflowed from between his brows, and through the double cultivation method, he silently immersed himself in Qiu Luo's spiritual consciousness...

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Qiu Luo also dreamed that he was practicing sword under the pear tree in the yard.

Among the scattered pink and white petals, a slender figure in green shirt stood quietly under the tree.

Seeing the familiar figure from behind, Qiu Luo subconsciously called out to Master, the man turned around and looked at him with a gentle smile, without saying a word.

"Master, why don't you speak?"

As soon as Qiu Luo asked, he was suddenly blessed and realized that this was his dream. Since he was dreaming, wouldn't it mean that everything in the dream was according to his wishes, and he could do whatever he wanted?

As if affirming his thoughts, the smile on Lin Jinran's face gradually deepened, his eyes were gentle like waves, and he even stretched out his hand towards him.

His voice seemed to come from the sky, hazy, like a mist that would disperse when blown: "My dear apprentice, how about teaching you another method of double cultivation as a master?"

Qiu Luo looked down at that hand, then at Lin Jinran's tender eyes, and couldn't help licking her lips.

He kept telling himself that it was wrong for Master to be abrupt, but another idea was spreading wildly. Anyway, he was dreaming, and no one would know that if he did something out of line in the dream, what could Master do to him!

Two thoughts fought endlessly in Qiu Luo's mind, and in the end, it was the little thought that was just about to move that got the upper hand.

"Master..."

Before Qiu Luo finished speaking, the dream had already changed. Lin Jinyan's cyan headband loosened from the back of his head and floated over his eyes, even blindfolding him.

Lin Jinran lost his eyesight and could only rely on his sense of hearing and smell. He turned his face slightly, and after a while, warm breath came to his cheeks.

He embraced Qiu Luo's back, and opened his mouth to respond enthusiastically the moment his lips tentatively pressed against her.

Everything in the dream is like intermittent beads, floating and jumping on the timeline.

The pear tree in the courtyard was vigorous and luxuriant, Lin Jinran leaned against the thick trunk with his back, and his thin green shirt drooped little by little. He held Qiuluo's cheek, rubbed the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and breath blended between his lips and teeth.

His fingers knocked off Qiuluo's hairpin, and the white jade hair crown rolled to the ground, and the loose long hair intertwined with Lin Jinran's, fluttering between the breeze and Xuxu pear blossoms.

Qiu Luo took his hand and pressed it on the thick-grained branch, interlocking her five fingers. Lin Jinran, who was blindfolded, raised her head, and silently murmured Qiu Luo's name with her open and closed lips.

The pink and white pear petals are flying all over the sky, and the air is full of the cool fragrance of pear blossoms.

The moonlight is like a hook in the night sky, and the bright moonlight shines through the shadows of the whirling trees, casting mottled and swaying light and shadow on the ground.

All the flowers in the flower garden seemed to bloom overnight, exuding a sweet floral fragrance against the moonlight...

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The next day, the sky was bright, and the pale golden sunlight slanted into the room from the window, illuminating half of the handsome face of the young man on the bed.

Qiu Luo gradually woke up from the sweet dream, her eyes were still lazily closed, unwilling to open them.

Until the faint rustling of pages turning could be heard in my ears.

Qiu Luo frowned, and reluctantly opened the slits of her eyes to see which mischievous guy was disturbing people's dreams early in the morning.

Unexpectedly, seeing this, he almost jumped up from the bed in fright.

His master was sitting leisurely on the head of the bed, holding an uncovered book in his hand, flipping through it intently, reading it with great interest, even the illustrations with great seriousness, as if he was studying something The Peerless Cheats of Ascension.

Sensing the movement, Lin Jinran raised his eyelids and glanced at Qiu Luo, his eyes were a bit lazy, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Are you awake?"

When Qiu Luo was feeling guilty about last night's dream, he inadvertently noticed what book Lin Jinran was reading. He was taken aback for a moment, and he was in a bad mood: "Master, what you have in your hand is..."

Lin Jinran let out an oh, and said flatly, "It's the script that fell out of your bed."

Qiu Luo choked his breath in his throat, didn't he put it away yesterday?There is even a book that slipped through the net!

He paused, glanced back and forth between the illustrations in the storybook and Qiu Luo's ashen face, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Your idle book is indeed somewhat interesting."

Qiu Luo: "???"

Lin Jinran closed the storybook, put it in the Qiankun bag skillfully, touched the top of the little apprentice's hair: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Looking at the teacher's half-smile expression, Qiu Luo sharply noticed a small suspicious red mark on his neck.

He opened his mouth, and many scattered images appeared in front of him at once, from his being imprisoned in the confinement cliff, to the strange dream of the fairyland in the Medicine Immortal Valley, to the various unusual performances of the master, and finally staying in the dream of last night... …

An incredible idea came to mind.

The heartbeat in Qiu Luo's chest was pounding against the eardrums, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, his eyes were fixed on Lin Jinran's dark eyes: "Master, last night, you shouldn't..."

The author has something to say: Qiu: Amnesia at the scene of the death of the society. Forget it qaq, there are still a few chapters left in this small world to end anyway