The male partner is domineering and leaking [Quick wear]

Half a month later, the Canglan Sect forbidden area.

"Junior Sister Yun." The man in Taoist uniform walked through the sleeping curtain at the entrance of the cave and stepped into the cave.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The cave is surrounded by clouds and mist, and through the clouds and mist, it can be seen that the bottom is not the ground, but a deep pool, and the source of this water is flowing down from the rock wall facing the entrance.

The water in the pool is bottomless, and in the middle of the deep pool is a round platform about a foot wide. On the round platform, a woman with disheveled hair is standing on it. Her hands and feet are all trapped by black heavy chains, and the other end of the chains is deep. buried under the pond.

"He Xiuming, what are you doing here?" Yun Shuiyao slowly raised his head, looking at the man in front of him, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"It's really cold here. Junior sister must have worked very hard for staying here for so long." He Xiuming took a step, and walked to the round platform in the middle as if he was walking on the surface of the water.

"Junior sister, why are you so stubborn? As long as you lower your head and admit your mistake, Master, you won't have to suffer like this again."

"What do I have to do with you?" Yun Shuiyao looked at the handsome man in front of him indifferently, "If you are talking about these things, you can go."

"Of course it's not just these." He Xiuming smiled, "I'm here to tell Junior Sister good news."

Yun Shuiyao turned his head away with a sneer, "A dog can't spit out ivory, so what good news can you have?"

He Xiuming didn't care about Yun Shuiyao's ridicule, and just laughed, "It's about that mortal—"

Before He Xiuming finished speaking, Yun Shui turned his head away and asked loudly with anger in his eyes: "He Xiuming, what did you do?"

"It's just a mere mortal, every time he is mentioned, my junior sister always acts like this, which really makes senior brother unhappy." He Xiuming said softly, "Senior brother couldn't bear to be angry with junior sister, so he had to deal with the person who caused all this. Junior sister's thoughts."

When Yun Shuiyao heard the words, his pupils shrank slightly: "Have you ever been to the world?"

He Xiuming nodded lightly, "That mortal was pierced through my heart with my sword, and then fell under such a high cliff, let alone alive, I'm afraid there won't even be a single bone left of him."

"Hey! Xiu! Ming!" Yun Shuiyao gritted his teeth and roared, looking at He Xiuming as if he wanted to eat people.

"Junior Sister, don't hate Senior Brother, Senior Brother, this is for your own good." He Xiuming raised his hand to touch Yun Shuiyao's face but was avoided, a glint of obscurity flashed in his eyes, and he only covered it up for a moment.

"You are imprisoned here, day and night life is better than death, he is just a mortal, he will die sooner or later, it is not worthy of your suffering for him, junior sister."

"He Xiuming, you're lying to me...you're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Senior brother guessed that junior sister would not believe it." He Xiuming took out a photo stone, "So senior brother specially made some preparations, junior sister, please take a good look."

He poured a bit of mana into the photo stone, and the photo stone projected an image in mid-air. In the image, the white-haired man was pierced by a sword, and his body fell towards the cliff.

"No—" Yun Shuiyao wailed mournfully, and she waved her hand angrily, trying to disperse the image, but the chain that imprisoned her was limited in length, and she rattled.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, this must be an illusion created by you."

"I'll put the photo stone here. When the junior sister calms down and accepts the reality, the senior brother will come to see you." After He Xiuming finished speaking, he glanced at Yun Shuiyao, then turned and flew towards the entrance of the cave.

"Xie Lang, I killed you for my wife!" Yun Shuiyao broke down and cried bitterly, two tears of blood flowed from her open eyes, she raised her head very slowly to look in the direction where He Xiuming left.

"He Xiuming, I will never die with you in this life."

The disciple of the Canglan Sect carrying the food box walked halfway and found a figure walking out. She stopped and quickly turned sideways to make way.

"Uncle He."

He Xiuming glanced at her, "I just came out, she is not in a good mood, she probably won't be willing to eat the spiritual food you gave me."

The female disciple lowered her head and said: "This is the task that the steward ordered to the disciple. He said that the spiritual food should be sent there. When Master Yun's anger subsides, he will always be willing to eat."

"Then you go in." After He Xiuming finished speaking, he walked away directly. The female disciple with her head down waited for about half a quarter of an hour before raising her head and looking in the direction he was leaving.

He Xiuming left the forbidden area, and immediately wanted to cast a spell to go back and continue his retreat. He had managed to temporarily stabilize his declining cultivation these days in retreat, and now he naturally wanted to find a way to raise his cultivation back before outsiders noticed his decline. So he didn't dare to stay outside much.

Several disciples passed by, but the words they discussed made He Xiuming, who was about to leave, stop in his tracks.

"I heard that the disciple brought back by True Monarch Tantai of the Guiyuan Sect has exceptional talent, which is rare in a thousand years, and he has already succeeded in building a foundation after only practicing for less than half a month."

"Didn't it be brought back from the world, a mortal who has never practiced?" Another disciple asked in surprise.

"That's why you say you're very talented." The disciple who spoke earlier clicked his tongue enviously, "Aren't all geniuses like this, one month's worth of our years of hard work, it's incomparable."

"I remember, our Master Uncle He was also a genius cultivating immortals back then, and Master He wasn't like that either—"

"That's right, Master He spent more than a year from Qi refining period to foundation establishment!"

"There are people out there, there are people out there, and the world is so big, it's normal to have a genius who is more powerful than Master He." Another disciple replied indifferently, his eyes accidentally glanced at the figure on the side, and his expression changed quickly Step forward and salute.

"The disciple has met Uncle He."

The rest of the disciples came to their senses and followed suit, remembering the gossip they had talked about earlier, their hearts suddenly fluttered.

"Uncle He... the disciples didn't mean to..."

"It's nothing, I'm just curious who you are talking about?" He Xiuming asked with a gentle smile, without showing any anger at all.

Seeing his appearance, several disciples felt relieved, and hurriedly opened their mouths to please him.

"It's just that Tantai Zhenjun brought back a mortal from the world, so Master He's aptitude is naturally not comparable to that mortal."

"That's right, it may be the rumor that Gui Yuanzong deliberately made up. It's not a day or two since Gui Yuanzong wanted to take the status of our Canglan Sect. It's probably a rare thing in a hundred years to see our sect has Uncle Congratulations." I saw a genius at first sight, deliberately piled up a so-called genius with pills, and competed with our sect."

"That's right, the cultivation base piled up with pills looks good on the surface, but the disciples inside have already been bad. How can it compare with Master He's real cultivation base."

He Xiuming could no longer hear the following words. His attention was completely attracted by the words "cultivation base" piled up in the pill, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

After all, it's not a problem if you always retreat like this but don't see that your cultivation level will not rise but fall.

As for the consequences of the pills, He Xiuming didn't pay much attention to them. He used to be in the middle stage of transformation, so as long as he didn't overdose, even a little bit of consequences would not harm him.

There was a solution to the worries, and He Xiuming was not in a hurry to leave, but he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart about the mortals that the disciples were talking about.

It seems that there is a crisis that is quietly approaching.

The premonition of a cultivator is never aimless, although he doesn't feel that a young boy who is just practicing can pose any threat to him.He Xiuming also asked, "What is the name of that mortal Tantai Zhengchu brought back?"

Several disciples shook their heads, and one of them said, "I don't know, the Guiyuan Sect is very precious, except for the huge commotion caused on the day of foundation establishment, the rest of the time, there was no leak at all. I only heard that the surname seems to be Xie. "

"Thank you?" He Xiuming's eyebrows twitched, and he thought of the dead mortal almost instantly.

"The surname is Xie..." The disciple hesitated, "What's wrong with Uncle He? Have you seen that person?"

"No, no, it's just that this surname reminds me of an old man, but unfortunately he is no longer alive." He Xiuming forced a smile, and waved his hands at several disciples, "It's okay, it's none of your business , you go back to practice."

Seeing what he said, several disciples immediately bowed and saluted.

He Xiuming stepped forward and left in one direction, the gentle smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Thanks……"

Several disciples stood up straight after he left, and one of them said uncertainly, "He... isn't Master He angry about what we said?"

"Who told you to talk nonsense, can a mere monk who has just built a foundation be compared with Uncle He?"

"actually……"

The disciple on the far right stroked his chin, thoughtfully, "Do you think Uncle He's reaction just now was a bit strange?"

"What's so strange?" The others looked at the disciple who was speaking, and the disciple shook his head, "Maybe it's because I'm overthinking it, but it's not necessarily true that the younger brother has to go to the Lingzhiyuan on duty, so I don't want to talk to the younger brothers. Let's go together."

While he was talking, he cupped his hands to several people. Seeing this, those people looked at each other and said to him: "Then you go first, let's go to Zangshu Pavilion."

The disciple cupped his hands again, then turned around and walked towards the other side. After passing the corner, the clothes of Canglan Sect disciples on his body suddenly changed.

"It seems that He Xiuming's heart is already moved. I don't need Xie Xun to do anything. I'm afraid that if you give him a little time, he can play himself to death." He said, but he couldn't help being a little puzzled, "But how could Xie Xun be so decisive? , after this person hurts him, his cultivation will definitely drop?"

After thinking about it for a while, Ao Qing simply gave up. Anyway, he knew that Xie Xun was someone he couldn't afford.

"Now there is only one task before I can go back and hand over my work."

On the other side, the disciple carrying the food box showed his waist card to open the cave entrance and walked in.

Sensing the fluctuation of the restriction, Yun Shuiyao thought it was He Xiuming who had gone and returned, but when he came in, he found that it was an ordinary inner disciple.

Focusing on the food box in the opponent's hand, Yun Shuiyao looked sideways at the clepsydra on the left, only to realize that it was almost noon.

Yun Shuiyao turned his head and saw that the female disciple had already flown onto the round platform and was opening the lid of the food box, and immediately said:

"I don't eat anything, you take it away."

"Mom, it's me." The female disciple raised her head.

Yun Shuiyao looked at that beautiful face, and said in surprise, "You—how did you dress up like a woman?"