Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

The three main halls and peaks of the Shangqing Ruins each occupy their respective positions, and Yaoshan is too far away from Huanshan. It is even more difficult for Junyao Xianzun to seal a sound transmission amulet. It is simply impossible to expect Su Changyi to ask Zhu Yu to leave the customs. It's the sun coming out from the west.

Su Changyi, who asked what she didn't know, directly stumped He Qingxie. She was lying on the bed with a red embroidered curtain hanging down beside her pillow.

The smell of spices used by Junyao Immortal Venerable contaminated the bedding and pillows, and rushed into her nose, making her heart tingle.

He Qingxie frowned tightly, turned his head to look for Su Changyi, and thought: "Why not? Master hides the body first, and then goes outside the main hall to send someone to send a voice transmission to tell Master Jun Huan call."

The speaker has the heart, but the listener has no intention.

"It's really embarrassing for my apprentice. I have lost my cultivation base and my muscles and veins. I am still willing to put myself in the teacher's shoes. I am very touched by the teacher." After speaking, he forced himself to wipe his tears.

He Qingxie said: "Master, you don't have to worry about it. This disciple is doing it for himself. After all, you're still lying on the master's bed, aren't you?"

Su Changyi nodded his head as a matter of course, "So this disciple also knows that lying on the master's bed is inappropriate? Why don't you lie on the ground to make room for the master?"

"I think so too," He Qingxie sighed for no reason, "I can't bear to let my disciple lie down on the ground because of my disabled body and mind? Master is really cruel!"

If you get a cheap price, you still behave like a good boy, so cruel to you!

Su Changyi was sullen, and flicked the sleeve of the silver thread floating cloud neon dress, which made an arc in the void, and asked, "You just don't want to get out of bed, do you?"

He Qingxie was noncommittal.

"Then you can lie down. I feel sorry for the master and my disciple is lying alone. It is inevitable that I will feel lonely and cold. How about finding something for the master to lie down with the disciple?"

These words were no different from caring for an ordinary disciple, but when they reached He Qingxie's ears through Su Changyi's mouth, there was a layer of clearly identifiable malice.

Su Changyi has bad intentions!

He Qingxie didn't know what to think of, his complexion changed, astonishment and disgust surged into his heart, he immediately panted a few times, and threatened sinisterly: "If you dare to put that thing on the bed, I will definitely kill you!"

"Huh?" He asked lightly.Su Changyi smiled innocently, twirled the orchid and pointed at the tip of He Qingxie's nose, and raised her hand to cover her mouth softly and pretentiously, with a rather charming appearance.

"As a teacher, I am so sympathetic to my disciples. If my disciples don't know how to be grateful, how can they threaten me?"

The hand twirling the orchid fingers talked about the tip of the nose, and slowly slid down on the slightly raised lips, gradually downward, the fingertips across the jaw, and stopped on the throat.

Fuck me?

How patient are you?

Peach Blossom's eyes flickered darkly.

"What? You want to strangle me?" He Qingxie frowned, and suddenly sneered, "Then why did the master want to strangle me? Just because the disciple threatened me? Then the master is too small, right?" ?”

Su Changyi glanced at her, with a calm expression, withdrew his hand, and said with a smile: "How is it possible? After all, you are the only inner disciple of the master, the disciple who loves the most for the teacher, and you should talk to me for the teacher. A consoling plaything, why would you die as a teacher?"

The words on the surface are high-sounding, but I can't help but slander in my heart, sister!I will kill you sooner or later!

He Qingxie's eyebrows twitched when he heard a certain word, and his chest was filled with a sense of suffocation. She asked in a low voice, "Master, can you please get out?"

"If you want to get out, you're going to get out, and you still talk so much while lying on the teacher's bed!"

Lying on someone else's bed was really a bit unreasonable, so He Qingxie chuckled and closed his eyes completely, no matter how much Su Changyi sneered at him, he ignored it.

Su Changyi thought to himself, the two of them probably really do not match and the five elements are incompatible.

"It's boring."

According to the current situation, He Qingxie is unwilling to tell her how the fake Bai Lian and the fake Qinghe died. He Qingxie was abolished by someone who doesn't know her identity, and now she doesn't know Junyao Xianzun spells, runes and swordsmanship.

Now add another one to all the restrictions, you can't tell the disciples of Shangqingxu.

If He Qingxie's method is not used, it will really feel a little poor and helpless.

After half a stick of incense, Su Changyi gave up struggling, and happily followed He Qingxie's words, dragged and hid the two corpses under Jun Yao's bed, and finally kicked the skinny hands that were exposed outside. After entering, he clapped the bad luck on his hands and let out a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you moved?" She straightened her waist, leisurely, slapped He Qingxie's buttocks, and said, "Your teacher is like an adulterer who destroys corpses, but my disciple is an adulterer?"

I don't know if it was speechless or sarcasm, but He Qingxie said "hehe" twice and there was no more to say.

Su Changyi thought that the other party had acquiesced, and he was in a great mood, with a bright smile just because he was taking advantage of the verbal advantage, so he was complacent.Just now she said "being like a teacher" and "being like a disciple", but "like" and "being" are two completely different concepts.

At the third quarter of Yin's time, the sky above Yaoshan's enchantment was dusk, and a bird with white wings and red beak soared into the sky from the cloud cliff behind the mountain, flapping its wings and circling, blowing cool breeze, and the sound of vigorous sword swing was heard in the square. Not much left.

Su Changyi stood on the hundred stone steps, condescendingly looking down at the vast and empty square.

At this time, it was getting dark, and it seemed that the time for all the disciples to practice their homework had passed, and there were only a few people in the square, which seemed a little empty.

Su Changyi just raised his foot and was about to go down to call for someone. He swung his sword horizontally in the square and cut several people, but suddenly they got together and hurriedly climbed up the hall.

For a moment, several disciples dressed in white practice uniforms stood in front of her, bowed their heads and bowed, "Disciple pays homage to Master."

Su Changyi raised his brows, a little surprised. Could it be that they have some questions they don't understand, and they can't ask her?She can do nothing!

Su Changyi, who knew nothing, coughed twice, pretending to be cold, and said two meaningful words lightly, "Why?"

One person was hesitant, and under the urging of several people's eyes, he raised his sword and clasped his fists and asked, "I just heard the banging of doors and windows in Lingqing Hall in the square. "

Thinking of He Qingxie's words, you have to say no, Su Changyi scratched his fingertips, and said with a light smile: "With this deity here, what can happen to Lingqing Hall?"

The expressions of the crowd, and remembering Jun Yao's illustrious reputation, suddenly stopped, feeling that he was meddling in his own business.

As the other party said, what can be done with Junyao Xianzun sitting in the Lingqing Palace?

Ordinary fluctuations in spiritual energy——

"Since there is nothing to do, good night, Master. Did the disciple leave first?" All the people bowed and bowed in unison.

Unexpectedly, before turning around, he was stopped.

Su Changyi looked at the few people from top to bottom. They were all wearing white exercise uniforms with sapphire plaques hanging around their waists. By the candlelight in Lingqing Hall, they could vaguely see some small characters written on them.

Su Changyi wanted to stretch out his hand to look through it, but when he stretched his long finger halfway, he felt that it was not right, so he put it back abruptly, and said brightly: "You have been cultivating day and night, and you will gain something after working so hard. Why don't you test you as a teacher? What will happen to Dan Xiucheng?"

This question is still in the picture book that I read before the small case in the inner hall. Su Changyi should really boast that he has an extraordinary memory. After a few days, he can still remember it.

Coincidentally, these people have passed the foundation-building stage and are Jindan monks. Su Changyi's question is just right, it can be said to be just right.

Several people scrambled to say: "When the internal alchemy is completed, there will be splitting! This splitting phenomenon can be divided into two types, one is the yang spirit coming out of the body, and the other is the yin spirit coming out of the body."

"What difference does that make?"

"The yin spirit is the soul body, that is, the consciousness is out of the body. When the panic is excessive or the consciousness is not guarded by the body, such as accidents, prolonged illness, drowsiness, or hypnosis, the yin spirit may appear out of the body. Another kind of yang spirit is out of the body, which is the so-called The Yang God is the unity of the soul, rushing to the Sanyuan Beidou Palace, and stopping the breath, the heaven and the earth are in harmony with their virtues, and the true cultivation peak of the Tao, not the spirit is separated from the body, but the real kung fu of releasing the temperament, cultivating the inner Dan people have to know the reason."

After talking a lot, Su Changyi couldn't understand a single word.

After the person finished speaking, she smiled inscrutablely, "Not bad, not bad, let me ask you, have you learned the sound transmission technique so far?"

After the monks lead the spirit into the body and pass the foundation building, they can practice all kinds of spells and talismans. After the alchemy, those will only become more familiar. It's been a year and a half.

I don't know if it was the setting sun and the warm light of the candles that faded away Jun Yao's innate viciousness, or whether it was the snow-like long scroll that was spread out and dyed yellow, warming everyone's eyes.

At this time, Junyao Xianzun is gentle and beautiful, with a color like spring flowers, a pair of peach blossoms that make people's fingertips tingle, and his slightly parted lips are moist and delicate, longing for someone to kiss them.

At this moment, every move made people's hearts rippling, and their lusts abounded.

A group of people are pushing each other, you won't let me, I won't let you.

"Yes, Master."

"Yes, yes, yes! Both will."

Someone was so excited that it was hard to describe, "Master, Master, do you want the disciples to demonstrate?"

Su Changyi raised his eyebrows, and smiled sweetly, "Okay. It's just a matter of passing a message to the head of the master, saying that Jun Yao is willing to ask the senior sister to leave the customs immediately, and we have important matters to discuss."

***

The red tent is hanging, the light is weak.

After several disciples finished transmitting the sound, Su Changyi left with his hands behind his back.

In the boudoir, He Qingxie was lying on the bed and dozed off, and now he could only move motionless, every movement was piercing pain and suffocating numbness.

As he paced past, He Qingxie didn't bother to open his eyes, and lay down peacefully.

Su Changyi thought that the other party was asleep, so he unnaturally lightened his steps, tiptoed to sit by the bed, and put the candles from the seven-star red candle holder on the small table beside the bed.

The candlelight kept shaking in the void, stubborn and unyielding, it couldn't be extinguished no matter how it was shaken.

The fragile candlelight lit up that handsome and delicate face, and Su Changyi admired it greedily.

He Qingxie's lips are white and thin, and there is a gentle arc on each corner of the mouth, which is naturally upturned and looks good on top.

But what he said was very underwhelming!

For some reason, she always likes to ravage other people's lips, especially the rough rubbing and pressing until the two lips are red as if soaked in blood. The strange and charming ones can always arouse her interest easily.

Su Changyi examined the tall and narrow nose bridge, the curving crow feathers and clear eyebrows, and all the delicate fairness and beauty mixed together.

Just as white peach blossoms are more blooming than thousands of red peaches, a single plant is invincible once it blooms.However, it is a handful of cliff snow in the steep abyss, which is not stained with dust but attracts people to trample on it.But it is also like the moon in the world grabbing the bottom of a deep pool, which can be touched but not touched by others.

But she still likes He Qingxie's lips the most, even though she has never really tasted them.

Su Changyi let out a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to touch the other's lips again, but he didn't know what to think when he stretched his hand halfway, and abruptly stopped in mid-air, a ghostly shadow fell on the white face like jade, and it took a long time to hide his figure.

Jun Yao's bed was taken by He Qingxie as his own, Su Changyi felt that life was nothing more than this, so he should pack up and go to the inner hall for a night.

Other than that, there seems to be no other way.

After Su Changyi left, the thick crow feathers moved tremblingly in the delicate candlelight, and the phoenix eyes slowly opened.

The black beads that were originally stained with dust are also Chen Shen at this moment.

He Qingxie frowned, and his dark eyes fell on the screen where the blue sea meets the floating flowers and waves for a long time.

This time, Su Changyi slept very restlessly. He had just recovered from a high fever, and his body was weak. Whenever he touched a small case, he felt drowsy uncontrollably.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was light and the wind was light and the clouds were calm.

After receiving the sound transmission talisman, Zhu Yu hurried over, seeing Su Changyi who had almost passed out, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys trembled three times.

Pushing people awake, Zhu Yu said something in a sweet voice.

Su Changyi vaguely heard the triple strike of concern, "Junior Sister, are you sick? Why don't you go to sleep in your room? Did you sleep here all night without your robe on?"

Then, she was woken up by being poked on the forehead, clutching her dizzy head, and muttering dissatisfiedly, "My God, why did you come here?"

Zhu Yu summoned the Qiankun bag, took out a white and soft fur cape from it, shook it off and draped it over her shoulders.

"How can I just come out of the retreat? When the news came last night, it happened to be at the most critical moment of my retreat. Even a small mistake can make me go crazy, and even burn my cultivation. So emphatically How dare I come out so easily?"

Su Changyi clutched his sleeve and covered his mouth and coughed a few times, thinking that his condition had worsened?But he still cared about others, "Then senior sister...cough cough, what's wrong?"

The other party didn't say anything, only said two words, "Reluctantly."

Zhu Yu patted her on the back to help her calm down.

Su Changyi pressed the opponent's hand and motioned her to go to Junyao Xianzun's boudoir, and said softly as he walked, "There is something important to do in the abrupt behavior last night, senior sister and junior sister went to have a look, ahem—"

On the bed, He Qingxie had already woken up, and Su Changyi slept until noon, and she waited till the flowers withered.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, He Qingxie opened his mouth and wanted to sneer, but he just opened his mouth, but when he saw the person coming, he held back.

"Disciple pays homage to the head of the sect, sorry for the inconvenient movement, it is not easy to salute."

He Qingxie's voice was clear and clear, like hitting a ring.

Zhu Yu was startled immediately, "Nephew, is this?"

The author has something to say:

#Onlooker He Qingxie's lips#

scene one/

Supporting role a: want to kiss

Supporting role b: want to kiss

Supporting role c: want to kiss

……

Supporting role z: blind date

scene two/

Supporting role abcdefg...: I want to kiss

Su, who was forcibly drawn into the camp: Let go sisters!Let me go, we are not the same way, I just want to knead! !

#On, if He Qingxie really slept with a dead body...#

He: Refused!impossible!Don't even think about it!

#On, between the dead body and Su Changyi, which one will He Qingxie sleep with? #

People eating melons: looking forward to, rubbing hands.Jpg

He: Skip, next question!

Su: ... (Disciple, is it true or not that you want to be a teacher?)

Author: My mother proved that it is true, I want to write, I really want to write, can I?

The word count of this chapter is low, and I am busy saving the manuscript, so I can only wait for it to be completed before sending it. Sorry, I am late.