Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

The space fluctuated, and a shadow outside the wooden pavilion appeared half-kneeling on the ground, "The devil..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man in the pavilion with a black robe and a golden crown raising his hand.

The people in the booth propped their heads up and fiddled with the gadgets in their hands, without even raising their eyelids, "I don't see you."

"Yes."

After the surrounding was quiet, Chu Huan tapped the stone table a few times with his fingertips downcast, absent-mindedly thinking about something, put away the things in his hands for a while, got up and left the wooden pavilion.

Tomorrow that person should leave the customs, what kind of rewards should be prepared.

Outside the Chen gate, a man dressed like a peacock looked around. After sensing the shadow coming back, he put away the expectant look on his face, and the result of the inquiry was full of indifference. When he heard it and disappeared, he stopped for a moment The appearance dissipated immediately, and he said eagerly: "Don't, I have business discussions this time, is it true that the devil is missing?"

"Please come back, Daojun." After a few words, Ying Ying disappeared, leaving only the man standing outside the Chen Gate, holding a folding fan in his hand with a loveless expression on his face.

"How many times has he come here?" Not far away, Yu Niang leaned in the corridor and looked back and asked with a smile. There was a half-grown girl standing beside her. The tip of the girl's ears twitched. His eyes lowered his head and counted his outstretched fingers, "Seven, eight, nine...so many times!"

Seeing the confused and cute look of the young girl, Yu Niang burst out laughing and raised her hand to rub her head.

The demon cultivator at the side spoke up: "This Taoist gentleman is really interesting, and he doesn't find it annoying every time he comes to the door. Because of this, the gang of idlers under my hand even made a bet on when he can enter the Chenmen."

"Which bet did you place?"

"Me? Of course I bet he can't get in!"

Since the battle of Tianyan Sect, there has been a superficial peace between the demon cultivator and the immortal cultivator, and the mighty Nightmare Demon Monarch has gained many admirers overnight, such is the case with the Daoist Xun Sui.I visit Chenmen from time to time, at first I can occasionally come in for the pretext of asking for advice, but later the owner of the door finds it annoying and directly bans it, so outsiders can enter.

After knowing this, all the disciples laughed for several days.

Who doesn't know that this person has been coveting his powerful and powerful beauty sect master for a long time, and every time he harassed the sect master with the excuse of discussing affairs and asking for advice on exercises, the disciples of the sect had long disliked him.

Under Xiao Zhuo's deliberate win over people's hearts, most of the sect members have already subconsciously determined that the sect master's apprentice is the best candidate for the sect master's Taoist companion.

So many people came to show their favor, but in the end only Young Master Xiao was able to get close to the sect master, which naturally meant that only Young Master Xiao was in the sect master's heart.

……

As the night darkened and the shadow of the moon was dim, a tall figure turned over from the high wall outside Yanhua Palace, and the high ponytail swayed in front of him as he moved, making the black clothes even more neat.

The young man walked up to the door in a few steps, restrained his breath, pushed the door and walked in. There was no movement in the hall, and there was no one else inside. He looked left and right, and then his eyes fell on the half-reclined bed. On the person, the corner of his mouth raised for a moment, and he walked straight over.

"Master."

As soon as his body sank, Chu Huan opened his eyes and saw the young man straddling his body, holding his girdle with one hand.

He raised his hand to hold the boy's waist to ensure that he would not fall, "What's the matter, you are aggressive."

Xiao Zhuo glanced at him inexplicably, then lowered his body as if aggrieved, and kept moving his hands, "Master, don't allow that Taoist gentleman to talk to you."

"Huh? What Taoist?" Chu Huan was puzzled.

He has been cultivating most of the time these days, and has not seen any Daoist, let alone take the initiative to pay attention to others.

"The person who always comes to you for advice on exercises..." Xiao Zhuo tilted his head and bit Chu Huan's Adam's apple lightly.

Then the top of the hair was messed up.

"What kind of rumors did you hear, huh?" Chu Huan bent his knees and held the young man who was straddling him in his arms, and put his fingertips on the protruding lines on the back of his neck.

Seeing Chu Huan's expression, Xiao Zhuo stumbled for a moment, then buried his head on Chu Huan's neck and hummed softly: "There is no best thing, others are used to approaching Master with sweet words."

Just looking at Master's expression, he lost his temper.When Pu Yi left the customs, he heard the disciples tell him about this, and when he learned that the Taoist Lord came to ask for advice again today, he turned around and rushed over without listening to the rest. He thought that the master was still irrelevant to him. People with a lot of people ask each other for advice in one place. With Master's temperament, even if someone quietly takes advantage of it, he won't notice it.

Hearing these words of rhetoric, what Chu Huan still didn't understand, he smiled and looked at the little vinegar jar curled up in his arms, and said, "Where is the other person, you will be the only one by my side."

He had never said anything like a promise before.

The person buried in his arms was stunned for a moment, raised his head and blinked his eyes, and leaned in front of Chu Huan. When the tips of his noses touched, he said seriously: "I will remember what the master said."

Then he tilted his head slightly and touched the corner of Chu Huan's lips lightly with the tip of his tongue, dawdling softly for a moment and tore off his collar.

These days, in order to catch up with his master, he has been practicing in seclusion almost all the time. Although his cultivation has no time, he doesn't feel that time is passing slowly, but this doesn't affect him missing his master very much...

The moonlight gradually faded into the dark clouds, setting off the beauty of a room.

The next day, when Xiao Zhuo woke up, the sun was already high, and he was the only one left in the hall.

He sat up and looked around, seeing that no one was lying down on the bed again, he raised his arm and took a look. The red marks left by last night's play were only a few pale pink marks, and the rest of his body was also the same. In this way, it was obviously drugged.

I don't know what came to mind, Xiao Zhuo frowned and rolled over, ready to get out of bed to look for someone, who knew that as soon as he put on his boots and stood up, his knees gave way and he almost half-kneeled on the ground.

"hiss……"

He counted one thing as missing. If he maintained one movement for a long time, he would inevitably feel sore and swollen when he got up. After blushing like this, the boy stood up again and walked to the door.

I don't know where the master is at this time.

When he opened the door with drooping eyes, a blush floated in and happened to cover his sight. After he opened it, Xiao Zhuo was attracted by the layers of red silk outside the hall, and the bright red was spread all over the outside of Yanhua Palace.

"This is..." Xiao Zhuo froze for a moment.

"Junior Brother!" The woman in red standing on the side turned and walked over when she heard the sound of the door opening, "How is my arrangement?" She pointed to the red silk around her, with some expectation in her tone.

"The bond-making ceremony always needs some red decoration."

"The Great Ceremony of Bond Formation..." Hearing Chang Le's last words, Xiao Zhuo felt that he couldn't get his head around, so he repeated it in a low voice.

"That's right, the invitations have been sent out, but the date is not written, the little uncle said it all depends on the preference of the junior."

After saying that, she turned around and looked at the familiar figure standing in the distance, "Little uncle, come here quickly."

After Chu Huan explained the matter of the contract ceremony, he returned to Yanhua Palace, and stood by the side watching others' arrangements, changing a few places from time to time.

Hearing Chang Le calling him, he walked over, the two were not far away, and he could hear their conversation clearly.

"Master." Xiao Zhuo looked at Chu Huan without blinking, as if he was seeking proof of something.

"What time do you want?" Chu Huan asked with a smile looking at his expectant eyes.

"Then tomorrow!"

This ceremony of forming a bond can almost be called the grandest bond forming in the cultivation world, so that after hundreds of years, the two protagonists who formed the bond have already soared, and some people still clearly remember the prosperous scene of that day.

And the two people remembered by the monks did not stop after their ascension. For hundreds of years, they have become existences detached from the world and higher than the consciousness of the world.

It wasn't until after the ascension that Chu Huan realized the vastness of the world. After the two of them thoroughly found out what the "system" that relies on luck for a living was, Xiao Zhuo found it interesting, and Chu Huan would be subdued by him. The main system was thrown to Xiao Zhuo occasionally to pass the time.

The road of cultivation is boring and boring, but with a good partner, the long years have become an interesting thing.

The author has something to say: the extra episode is over, and the article will be revised later