How to Raid the Flower of Low Ridge

Lay down Jiuxiao?

Shen Yun thought about it, and he felt that it was difficult to do this.Because Jiuxiao seems to have been floating in the sky long, long ago, when there was no one on this land.And those who can fly only appeared later. After they climbed to Jiuxiao, they established many rules, only allowing people they approved to go up, because they said this was their "Zongmen" and "Territory".

But Jiuxiao just floated there without doing anything.

"It's not enough to just let those people down," the swordsman seemed to understand his doubts again, and said, "Jiuxiao has become a symbol, and those who stand on it control everything. Back to how it was."

The swordsman stood up and drew his sword.The moment he flashed his sword, many people appeared on the hill. These people surrounded the swordsman. They had skinny faces and ragged clothes. They looked like they would faint from exhaustion and hunger at any time, but their eyes were shining brightly.They looked at the swordsman devoutly, as if looking at their savior.

"I'm leaving," said the swordsman.

The swordsman left, and those people also left, and the surroundings became very quiet, with no friends to accompany Shen Yun, because the number of birds and beasts died in this catastrophe was as many as people.

Shen Yun could only stay on the bare hill by himself, there was no singing, no fragrance, only the pungent gunpowder smoke and scalding air, he felt a little weak and a little lonely.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, a ray of fire lit up the dark earth.Then the flames and the storm exchanged, setting the sky and the earth on fire—boom!

For a moment, deafening cheers erupted from all directions, celebrating that the nine behemoths fell from the sky, and the world was finally peaceful, as if everything had been cleared away.Shen Yun was very happy, and he wanted to cheer and celebrate like everyone else, but at the moment when Xianshan sank into the ground, he suddenly felt a sharp pain hit him without warning, as if someone had crushed his limbs forcibly Torn apart——

Everything is wrong! !

"...wrong...wrong..."

"Uncle Master?"

A hand stroked Shen Yun's forehead, and gently wiped away the cold sweat that rose up. The cold temperature gradually calmed down his racing heart.Shen Yun slowly opened his eyes, and met the concerned eyes that were close at hand.

"Did Master Uncle have another nightmare?"

"Mi Yuan..."

The moment their eyes met, the pain and memories brought about by the nightmare faded away like a tide.Shen Yun shook his head instinctively.

Others are still a little confused, and only vaguely feel that they met a pair of eyes like this when they woke up from a nightmare last time, is the distance too much closer than before... Shen Yun's mind wandered aimlessly. No, he moved his hands and feet subconsciously, but he was fine if he didn't move, and there was an indescribable soreness from his waist.

Shen Yun was stunned for a moment, and then blood rushed to his cheeks - he remembered everything.

Yesterday, my nephew was unhappy, so he naturally wanted to show his responsibility and mature charm as an uncle. He came up with a standard set of "kissing and coaxing", but I don't know why he couldn't hold back after coaxing. In addition, the mat was too hard, the floor was too cold and the body was too hot, so the two of them rolled onto the bed logically, and then...

In an instant, some messy images flashed through his mind, Shen Yun took a deep breath, and just as he was about to speak, Lu Miyuan said first: "Well, I will take responsibility."

"This is not irresponsible!" Shen Yun stared, blushing and retorting, "It's a more serious problem! I know a lot more about double cultivation than you! Obviously I should do it..."

"What are you here for?" Lu Miyuan looked innocently, "The knowledge my uncle learned from the scriptures is wrong, didn't I verify it yesterday?"

Shen Yun was choked to death.While the person next to the pillow was talking, his head was even closer, and the hand that was resting on his forehead irregularly slid down his temples: "And sir, I have already said that books are only for writing. Enlightenment, true knowledge comes from practice, and uncle is the model, how can you even forget this truth?"

Shen Yun said: "Practice also has to be two-way, and the one-way conclusions will be rejected by the husband at the stage of opening the topic."

Lu Miyuan said: "To do this kind of thing, you don't need Mr. to ask questions."

Shen Yun said: "But with my consent."

"Hey, didn't Master Master agree?" Lu Miyuan blinked, "But didn't you say you were very comfortable yesterday?"

"Did I say it?" Shen Yun firmly refused to admit it, "It's a long way to go and you can't argue with me, so you will start to learn how to be a rascal, right..."

"Yes."

A frank kiss blocked the rest of the little uncle's anger.

The rogue Lu Miyuan made Shen Yun helpless at all, the tip of his nimble tongue messed up between his lips and teeth, and his more nimble fingers stirred up the lingering flames again, but he fell for a moment, and his weakness was once again exposed by others. Hold it in your palm.The young people are already alive and well in the morning, so there is no need to carefully caress them at all, just a rough caress, and the familiar hot tide will sweep over the whole body again.

Shen Yun let out one or two intermittent sounds from his throat, he couldn't avoid it, and only had time to make one last resistance before the climax came: "Morning class will be in a while..."

"It's only time, don't rush."

Shen Jianfan's last ambiguous struggle was also submerged in the tumbling of the thin quilt.

When Tian Xianling next to the pillow began to make beeps persistently, the two were willing to get their heads out of the quilt.

"Master, is uncle going to take a bath?" Lu Miyuan asked.

Shen Yun was so tired that he didn't want to move at all, so he lay on the pillow and muttered: "This is the first alarm, and there are two more after that, I will move later, if you want to go, go first."

Lu Miyuan couldn't help but kissed his little uncle's red ear again, and said hello with a smile. He was about to bend down to find his clothes under the bed, when Shen Yun suddenly asked: "Miyuan, what did you do?" What was the scariest dream?"

Lu Miyuan paused: "Why would Master Master want to ask this?"

"Just ask," Shen Yun pouted, "I seemed to have a terrible dream yesterday."

"What kind of dream?"

"It's something like a swordsman falling from the sky to save the world..." Shen Yun was speechless, "I feel that it's because I've been thinking about these murals and spiritual sundials recently, causing me to think day by day and dream at night, waiting for fellow practitioners in the palace Come back and help me cast the Calming Mantra and I should be fine. Well, you haven't answered my question yet." He urged.

"The scariest thing..." Lu Miyuan turned his face to the side and thought about it seriously, "I did have a very scary and long dream. There were no disasters or monsters in the dream, but I traveled all over China in the dream. I can't find you."

He looked at Shen Yun, "That's the scariest dream I've ever had."

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They were just discussing knowledge in bed! !