My masters are all over the world of comprehension

Lin Qiubai opened his eyes wide, filled with disbelief.

He has now recalled that when he was in Qingshan, he just got a little more favor than other senior brothers, but if it was beyond the intimacy between master and apprentice, it was not at all. Han Linxiao always seemed to lead him the way The elders are less talkative and reliable.

Even after he came back from the dead, the two of them reunited and maintained a close mentor-student relationship, never deviant.

That's why he was so shocked now.

Why does he regard them as his masters, and they all want to be his fairy companions?

Lin Qiubai was at a loss, and accidentally bit his lips again, as if a thin layer of skin had been torn, and a faint smell of blood filled between their lips and teeth. He wanted to shrink into the couch to escape the intimate contact between the two of them. , but he grabbed his ankle and was dragged back. He panicked and said, "Master, what's wrong with you, I'm Lin Qiubai!"

Han Linxiao's behavior is really abnormal.

Han Linxiao let go of his hands that were fettering him, finger bones brushed his blushing cheekbones to his chin at an extremely slow and grinding rhythm, and finally held the slightly undulating light blue blood veins on his neck, feeling the tenderness under his fingertips. The pulsation came: "Qiuqiu, don't push me away."

Han Linxiao definitely did not say such words!

Lin Qiubai's heart sank, and he raised his head to meet the eyes of the people above him. Those abyss-like eyes were actually clear and bright ice white, and the color was very similar to Han Linxiao's half-body Lingjian Chunyang Sword. His eyes were full of frighteningly hot and crazy emotions. Lin Qiubai wanted to resist and struggle, but it was undoubtedly a gnat that shook the tree and was pressed under the mattress, unable to move. The tactile hot breath filled his ears along the lobe Breathing: "If you want to escape, where can you escape?"

Although the four seas are big, one step is a thousand miles.

He has nowhere to escape.

Lin Qiubai took a deep breath and opened his eyes, and asked, "You are not Han Linxiao, who are you?"

Han Linxiao looked down at him from a high position, his little pale face in his arms was flushed with blush, and the water in his eyes was so beautiful, he slowly observed his soft lips: "I am him, and he is also me, because I It's his half."

Han Linxiao's half body is his natal spirit sword Chunyang Sword Spirit.

How could the sword spirit have the chance to master Han Linxiao's body! ?

Lin Qiubai was deeply surprised.

In fact, it is not allowed in itself, unless Han Linxiao closes the five senses and meditates, the sword spirit can take advantage of this opportunity to enter, because they are one body and one branch, but this time the sword spirit snatches the body for a long time.

After that incident at Hu Qishan, Han Linxiao retreated and wanted to refine him, but he pretended to refine him but actually planned to wait for the opportunity.

I didn't expect to see such a scene in Fengdu.

He resisted so much that he didn't explode immediately, which seemed to make Han Linxiao more sure that he had been refined, so when he was practicing, the sword spirit took this opportunity to take control of this body.

Lin Qiubai: "What do you want to do?"

Han Linxiao said with a smile: "I want to do what Zhu Xizhu did to you."

Lin Qiu turned pale.

Some time ago, the unbearable and unsightly scenes flashed before his eyes frame by frame. He jumped out of bed and wanted to escape, but after wandering around the room for a few times, he would always return to Han Linxiao, who stretched out his two long legs. Watching him toss back and forth with his legs in order.

Han Linxiao set up a formation in the room!

Lin Qiubai was quite knowledgeable, and was trying to figure out how to crack it, when he felt an arm across his waist and picked him up.

He was placed face up in the quilt, and Han Linxiao waved his hands to set up a sound-proof barrier, kneading his earlobe slowly with his fingers and said with a smile: "Qiuqiu, I have been waiting for this day for hundreds of years..."

Han Linxiao's natal sword spirit covets him!

Lin Qiubai was deeply shocked. He was only wearing a thin layer of obscene clothes on his upper body, and only a pair of shorts underneath, revealing two straight and white legs. Feeling that Han Linxiao was about to move, he subconsciously curled up his legs.

But it was still a step too late.

Han Linxiao pinched his chin, forcibly raised his face and kissed him, his clear jade-like eyes showed a smile of fulfillment, Lin Qiubai was breathless from his kiss, Han Linxiao stopped again to wait for him to breathe and then continued. His cold, indifferent and repulsive face was unexpectedly alive at this time, like melting snow to dissipate the cold. People feel terrified.

Lin Qiubai couldn't dodge, and gradually gave up doing useless work when all lines lost defense.

He was wrapped in his arms, and the end of his nose was filled with the cold and cold breath, like the cold and dry wind and snow on Qingshan Mountain. He was a little absent-minded and slowly closed his eyes. His fragile throat was crushed by someone. Controlled in the palm of his hand and stroked to soothe his emotions, his breath was short and long: "You look so attractive lying in my arms with a flushed face, your lips and hands are so beautiful, they should do something else dirty right?"

"Qiuqiu, don't be afraid..."

Sword Spirit is really good at bewitching people. First, let him run around the room to consume his energy, then relax and let him feel cared. Lin Qiubai, who was thriving in his eyes, almost wanted to give up resistance.

But doing this kind of thing with someone like Han Linxiao whom he respects like an elder still makes him feel a little bit broken.

He turned his head: "We are masters and apprentices, such a relationship will be criticized by everyone."

Han Linxiao stroked the silky and cool hair under his palm, and said with a smile: "Who dares to talk about us?"

Lin Qiubai just snatched his hair back, but fell again. He collapsed on the quilt and looked up at the sky. Han Linxiao looked down at him and asked deeply: "Could it be that you and Zhu Xizhu can do it, but you can't do it with me?" ?”

These things are indeed not easy to explain.

Before Lin Qiubai could think of the reason for the explanation, he was already captured by the other party. He gave up on himself so much that he wanted to start early, end early, die early, and rebirth early, so he just stopped tossing and doing whatever he wanted.

In the end, he still underestimated the lower limit of the sword spirit.

After all, the sword spirit has two bodies, the human body, and... the sword body, which can be used with both hands.

The lower limit is really only the difference between taking one step back and taking ten thousand steps back. He couldn't resist when his mind was clear, not to mention his body was paralyzed afterwards, and his head seemed like a ball of paste. There was no room for resistance at all.

At the end of the day, he no longer has any concept of time. When he opened his eyes, it was still frosty and snowy day, and when he closed his eyes, he opened his eyes again and saw the starry night again, and it was repeated endlessly.

While breathing and resting, the sword spirit surrounded the crimson and trembling person, looked at his shining water eyes with gorgeous hair hanging down his waist, and lowered his head to kiss his slender eyelashes lightly.

Originally, he was just a sword spirit who only knew how to kill, and that was the meaning of his birth.

Until he saw Lin Qiubai, his lively appearance caught his full attention without knowing it, and he didn't know when he would stop his eyes on him frequently.

Qiuqiu was punished to practice calligraphy on the cliff, who did Qiuqiu go to dig out the mountain nest, and what kind of fresh food did Qiuqiu cook up...

He gradually gave birth to consciousness from the chaos, and gradually transformed from a sword spirit with no common sense into a human being.

It was because of Lin Qiubai that he began to know this world and began to form his own self.

He wants to get Lin Qiubai.

Because he is the reason for everything he was born.

This is his obsession that he cannot extricate himself from. He has been obsessed with it for hundreds of thousands of days and nights, and now he finally gets what he wants, and the two of them cuddle together intimately.

From now on, they will be together forever and never be separated.

……

Half a month passed in a flash, Lin Qiubai's whole body was nestled on the couch, and the sword spirit did not completely restrict his freedom, but every day when he woke up from a deep sleep and turned over, he felt sore and backache, this feeling It's like the sore muscles are numb after being exhausted. Let alone walking, even if you move your body a little, you will feel like the sky is falling apart and your back is sweating profusely.

He regained the feeling of being paralyzed in salted fish.

Just like a person who is not good at walking is hugged, fed, hugged and bathed every day, his self is completely useless.

Also, his throat has been too dry and hoarse after a few days, and even if he is nourished with the most aura of Tianquan water, he still feels empty. The obscene clothes, thin and silky like a layer of gauze were faintly visible on his body, he was too embarrassed to look down.

On weekdays, the cleaning disciples would also join the cabinet, but they were ordered not to look up at him, and left in a hurry after cleaning in a hurry.

The other immortals in Shangqing Mountain also found it strange, especially when they used to have a good relationship with Lin Qiubai. They wanted to go to Guanxue Pavilion to catch up with him several times, but were stopped by Han Linxiao.

Han Linxiao is an existence close to God in Shangqing Mountain or the entire Upper Realm. Others dare not question it at all, so they have to send gifts to Guanxue Pavilion continuously.

Lin Qiubai's daily entertainment is to unwrap presents.

These immortals knew that he was the ancestor's favorite treasure, so they didn't dare to fool him with messy things, and all the gifts they gave were priceless and extremely rare treasures, made of natural dragon pattern cloud stone, ten thousand-year yew nanmu, and red sand spirit mink. The completed defensive spiritual weapons, purple sand and vermilion pens, all kinds are piled up in Guanxue Pavilion to form a very impressive hill.

The golden light is shining, and the aura here can be seen even from the top of the next mountain.

Of course, the disciples of San Sweep did not dare to touch them, and only looked at them with envious eyes and discussed with emotion in private.

When Sword Spirit returned to Guanxue Pavilion, Lin Qiubai was lying on the bed reading a storybook with lifelike portraits painted on it. He was amused and laughed, but his sore muscles were stretched and he couldn't help taking a breath.

"Pain?" Jian Ling sat down beside the bed.

"It hurts..." Lin Qiubai closed the villain book with difficulty, and the sword spirit held him in his arms and lifted his skirt casually. There were many red marks on the porcelain white skin inside, and his palms slid down Kissing and kneading his sore and limp muscles, Ling Qi unhurriedly combed his sore meridians, Lin Qiubai wanted to soak in the hot spring as if his skin had been opened, he groaned: "On the shoulder .”

Sword Spirit obeyed his will.

Lin Qiubai also found that Jian Ling really liked him, and would agree to any request, except leaving Guanxue Pavilion and Shangqing Mountain.

Just thinking like this, Sword Spirit moved his palm to his purple mansion: "Why don't you refine what I gave you?" The tone was pure doubt and curiosity.

He could feel the majestic and abundant spiritual energy still wandering in Lin Qiubai's purple mansion, Lin Qiubai lay on his stomach not wanting to move: "I'm currently doing dual cultivation of sequelae, and I don't have any extra energy."

Sword Spirit knew that this was his excuse, and he said: "You will gain strength by reading comic books."

Lin Qiubai was blunt and strong: "Of course."

He is in the moment of afterthoughts, and comic books are his afterthoughts.

The sword spirit knew that he was lazy and didn't want to move, so he hugged him in his arms, and pressed his palms against his purple mansion to stimulate the cloud of spiritual energy. At this time, he crossed over during the first double cultivation, and after breaking up, it was like spring water melting into ice in Lin Qiu's body. Bai's limbs and skeletons immediately relieved the soreness and dryness of the muscle meridians. This feeling is like the intertwined places are suddenly opened up, and the whole body feels refreshed.

He let out a long sigh, his voice almost melting.

"Comfortable?"

comfortable.

This feeling is like jumping into a hot spring in the cold winter months to take a hot bath, and the stiff limbs will be activated. It is an indescribable pleasure and comfort. There are already signs of climbing upwards in the cultivation base, and it is estimated that two or three more breakthroughs in the fusion period are just around the corner.

It's no wonder that the Hehuan Sect is flocking to Shuangxiu.

It is comfortable and pleasant, and can also increase the cultivation base without pain.

"You are comfortable, now let me be comfortable."

Lin Qiubai wanted to shrink back into the bed when he heard the words, but he didn't run away as expected, and was caught and controlled from the inside out.

Afterwards, he didn't want to think about what he said just now when he was careless, because his fingers were too tight before, his nails were still slightly white, and there was a faint afterthought in the space of the wing room. He was exhausted and wanted to lie back in bed and bury his head in sleep He fell asleep, but according to his experience in the past two days, the sword spirit would not let him go so easily. However, he lay down with his back facing him, and after a while, there was no movement behind him.

He paused and looked back.

Facing the eyes of the storm gathering in the abyss.

This is definitely not the eyes of the sword spirit who gets along day and night, but rather...

——Han Linxiao has returned.

There was a "thud" in his heart, and he was in a hurry to find clothes to put on. A few days ago, the sword spirit put on clothes for him, so he hasn't put on the obscene clothes until now.

Han Linxiao also just regained consciousness. To him, the past few days were just closed five senses. Before he opened his eyes, he felt another breath in the room. It was very familiar, and it was his favorite disciple Lin Qiubai.

He already had a premonition in his heart at this moment, and as expected, when he opened his eyes, he saw a porcelain-white back with smooth lines facing him, and from his angle, he could even clearly see the sunken waist, which was covered with various... Such red marks.

You can tell when it was pinched out at a glance.

Not to mention that the neck and back blade are the hardest hit areas, and even under his excellent gaze, he found that the white and soft soles of the feet also left many marks.

Shocked, outraged, unbelievable...

At that moment, Han Linxiao's heart suddenly stopped beating.

Sword, spirit.

The bottom of his eyes was like a layer of unmelting ice, and the brows were covered with dark clouds. Han Linxiao had never been so furious, and the whole room trembled slightly because he couldn't control the spiritual domain.

How dare the Sword Spirit take advantage of the situation and do such a thing without authorization!

—Although you are using your body, you clearly enjoy doing that kind of thing with your body.

—Do you still remember, his hands are very soft and his waist is also very soft, it will melt into water when he touches it, and I can't help but want to tear him apart when I attach it.

——His lips are so pitiful, especially when they are covered with transparent things, seductive and obscene. I really want to lick him all over.

—Once you have tasted that taste once, you will never let it go.

——I really want to chain him up and lock him in a cage, and then crush him recklessly.

……

The chattering voice of the sword spirit came from next to his ears, and the coldness in Han Linxiao's eyes was shocking, like the cracks in the sky filled with frost cracking and emitting a steady stream of chill until the Chunyang sword was completely frozen, the bewitching and greedy voice followed disappear.

The uncontrollable aura spread out, and the whole Xueguan Pavilion trembled from inside to outside, and even spread to the entire Shangqing Mountain. Countless thick and gloomy clouds floated from the sky and pressed down on the top of the head. The picturesque Shangqing Mountain Suddenly caught in a blizzard and strong wind, all the immortals hid in their caves and dared not go out.

The last time Patriarch got angry like this was when Bai Qiu's soul was gone.

I don't know what happened this time.

Lin Qiubai endured the discomfort all over his body and put on his clothes. He stretched out his hand to grab Han Linxiao's sleeves, and said in a low hoarse voice: "Master, calm down first..." Before his fingers touched the sleeves, he was caught. caress.

Han Linxiao's lines and outlines are cold and indifferent, his eyes are distant and unfocused, and the corners of his lips are slightly pursed subconsciously refusing.

And Lin Qiubai had maintained the last movement for a long time before, and when the pain was relieved, his whole arm was numb and he couldn't move, he closed his eyes and fell on the bedding with a low gasp.

Han Linxiao paused suddenly when he stroked his sleeves.

Lin Qiubai's current situation is really miserable. There are bruises everywhere from his chin to his half-open neckline and even his calves. It looks very distressing, especially the places where the palm prints are left are swollen. I can't bear to look at it carefully, in fact, this is just a very normal after-the-fact reaction, but Han Linxiao himself has no experience in this field and can't make comparisons and judgments.

He closed his eyes and lay on the quilt with a pale face, reminding Han Linxiao that Lin Qiubai was like this a hundred years ago.

Eyes closed and never opened again.

Han Linxiao's majestic anger froze immediately, he stretched out his hands and hugged the young man back into his arms, trying to find out the other's physical condition, but he soon realized that something was wrong——

He was only wearing a robe, and Lin Qiubai was covered with a layer of tulle that was vaguely useless. At this moment, he was lying in his arms, and a strange and hot feeling came up to his throat when their skin touched. Intentionally or unintentionally, the breath of the young man in his arms breathed out on his chest, plucking at his heartstrings.

And this feeling, as Sword Spirit said, turned out to be pleasant and enjoyable.

He didn't reject Lin Qiubai's body, and even liked it very much.

In particular, his own physiological reaction is irrefutable.

The young man in his arms is lying on his stomach, revealing a smooth white neckline and soft reddish pinnae, which is a gesture full of trust and ready to be picked.

Han Linxiao's heart sank deeply, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Maybe he could justly insist that he and the young man had a pure master-student relationship before, but now he is really shaken.

There is no such thing as a pure master-student, the master will have desires for the disciples.

This is immoral.

He even asked himself, was he angry simply because the sword spirit took advantage of the gap, and no, he was just angry that this person was not himself.

This was the first time he realized that Lin Qiubai's existence might be more than just a disciple to him.

and also……

Han Linxiao opened his eyes, let out a mouthful of turbid air, and did not think about it any further. He focused on combing and adjusting the breath of the young man in his arms. The gap in cultivation level between them was too large. If it weren't for Lin Qiubai's special physique and strong endurance , at this time, the tendons and veins may have exploded and died.

It wasn't until half an hour after combing that Lin Qiubai's breathing gradually stabilized, but Han Linxiao still didn't stop sending spiritual energy and was still helping him guide those **** tendons in his body. Lin Qiubai nestled in his arms and his head rested On the opponent's chest, from his angle, he could see Qinghan Linxiao's stern mandible, as well as a light-colored scar the size of a fingernail on his chest.

Somewhat familiar, it seems that Zhu Xizhu also has one on his chest.

The shape and size are very similar.

This thought flashed through Lin Qiubai's mind.

Soon he continued to lie down and enjoy Han Linxiao's internal massage service.His injuries were all superficial, which looked scary but were harmless at all, and his internal aura disorder was also intentional, just to make Han Linxiao nervous, and she just downplayed the embarrassment.

His body regained his vitality, even lighter and healthier than before, he couldn't help twisting his hips, and Han Linxiao said: "Don't move around."

Only then did he obediently come down.

Han Linxiao: "Before..."

Lin Qiubai: "I know that it was not a master before, but a sword spirit."

Han Linxiao: "He told you."

Lin Qiubai: "Well, I also tried to convince him..."

Han Linxiao closed his eyes: "It's not your fault."

It was just that he didn't control his emotions well before, but now that he thinks about it carefully, it's really not Lin Qiubai's fault. It was the sword spirit who took advantage of the gap and he failed to guard against it. With his cultivation base, if he wanted to do something, how could Lin Qiubai do it? There is room for resistance, this incident was not Lin Qiubai's fault from the beginning to the end.

He shouldn't be making him angry.

Even almost hurt him before, Han Linxiao opened his lips: "I'm sorry."

"Master..." Lin Qiubai tentatively stretched out his hand as if he wanted to grab Han Linxiao's cuff, but he seemed afraid of being pushed away. Han Linxiao looked down at him, held his hand with his fingers for a while, and let go On his sleeve, he said lightly: "What?"

Lin Qiubai grabbed his sleeve contentedly: "I'm a little thirsty."

Han Linxiao got off the bed and poured him a cup of warm tea. Seeing that he drank it obediently with his eyelashes down, he opened his lips and said, "Let's make a contract."

Lin Qiubai's hands trembling slightly while holding the tea: "What?"

Han Linxiao repeated: "Make a contract."

Lin Qiubai's saliva almost dried up into his lungs, and he coughed with tears in his eyes.

Han Linxiao was born to cultivate the way of ruthlessness, and he was born not to understand the seven emotions and six desires. Lin Qiubai was the only accident. Although he couldn't understand love and hate, Lin Qiubai was the only one who could touch his emotions, and he Having desires for him, and the two of them already have the reality of physical closeness and double cultivation, in Han Linxiao's view, it is only natural for them to form a bond.

Lin Qiubai: "?"

He didn't expect Han Linxiao to be so innocent looking at the indifference and inhumanity by nature, and proposed to form a bond after a few sleeps. In contrast, he felt that he was a scum.

Zhu Xizhu and Han Linxiao both said they wanted to form a bond with him, but he was just greedy for their bodies.

Han Linxiao paused, and looked down at the frost in his eyes: "I don't want to?"

Lin Qiubai: "..."

He certainly can't tell the truth.

In the eyes of monks, getting a contract means getting married, but it is more strict and prudent than ordinary people getting married. Marriage in modern times is a matter of books. In the worst case, the property will be divided evenly in two, but the contract is a fusion of souls and souls to make a vow of heaven. If there is a violation of the realm and a breakthrough, it will be punished by nine days of thunder and fire. Even a Mahayana monk can hardly resist, not to mention the nine nines and 81 blows.

It is estimated that it has long been wiped out.

Therefore, the matter of forming a contract is related to life and death, Lin Qiubai thinks that it should be cautious.

Think twice.

"...don't think about it anymore?"

Han Linxiao did think about it for a moment, then stroked his smooth hair: "When you feel better, I will tell the world. As for the dual cultivation, if you don't want to, I won't force it."

Shangqing Mountain is the uncrowned center of gravity of the Holy Land of the Upper Realm, and Han Linxiao's lofty status can be called the Lord of Ten Thousand Immortals over the upper and lower realms. Of course, the matter of forming a contract cannot be taken lightly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an edict to the world.Lin Qiubai could almost imagine how the world of cultivation would be filled with excitement.

As for dual cultivation, Han Linxiao has a pure heart with few desires and desires, so he doesn't plan to touch Lin Qiubai unless necessary.

He is fundamentally different from Sword Spirit.

At this moment, someone broke the barrier of Guanxue Pavilion from the outside, and the door was suddenly pushed open. The heavy snow and storm outside had stopped, the snow fell quietly and deep, and the wheelchair creaked and turned, from far to near, and arrived after half a stick of incense. In front of the door, Lin Qiubai raised his eyes and looked up, dressed in a white gown with cloud patterns, with a cloudy jade face and a smile on his face: "I seem to have heard just now..."

"Who is going to make a contract?"

The author has something to say: I plan to finish the double update this week, please don't fatten up TAT

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