Fans of thousands of people respect him for cultivating the ruthless way

Ying Nu's voice came, "Hui Zun, the Demon Zun has arrived."

Wei Biji didn't feel too frustrated when his cultivation base was abolished. Winners and losers are the beliefs he has always adhered to, and Feng Shui turns, otherwise he would have given up cultivation at the moment when he tested the false spiritual root.

When Ying Nu went to recruit him, he accurately conveyed Xie Jiuqing's original words to him, and of course this was what Xie Jiuqing meant.

It was obvious that the other party was trying to annoy him, and even cast a silence technique on him insidiously.

Just like now, I can only stand still and let others manipulate me.

He admitted that he was really angry.

In the past, this son who was like a dog by his side was not counted as riding on his head, but he actually came up with such a sinister trick to deal with him.

Xie Jiuqing hooked his lips through the clear gauze curtain, seemingly facing Feng Mo's voice, but actually told Wei Biji, "My father is old, and he is not in good health. I will take care of the matter for you, the empress father should have no objection, right?"

Satisfied to capture and hear the muffled groans of the people outside the tent.

While speaking, he cast his eyes on the twisted arm, and he gently moved it lightly, and the person who was sitting opposite fell on him.

Such a large movement involved the wound on his right hand, Feng Mo cried out in pain.

""Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" really can't be taught, don't do this...you don't want to..."

Now that things are up to now, if you don't understand what the other party wants to do, you are a fool.

He curled up in each other's arms, like a boiled shrimp, as if he could protect himself by doing so.

This kind of deceitful resistance is a complete joke in Xie Jiuqing's eyes, "Master, don't put on an air, if you don't like it, why would you blush like this?"

blush?

He coughed lightly in a dizzy way, and he didn't know why, but his body has been uncomfortable since just now...

The other party approached slowly, whispering in his ear, and the low voice magically drew his thoughts.

The warm breath sprayed on the neck like steam in the mist spring, making the already sensitive body tremble.

Feng Mo shrank her shoulders, "Get out... get out... you get out..."

His hands were hung from the top of the bed by the red veil, and his ankles were also entangled. The space for his legs to move was really limited. He sat on the other side with his back, and there was only a clear Begonia gauze curtain in front of him.

The windows in the dormitory are open, and the gauze curtains sway slightly when the evening wind blows in.

The black figure behind followed shadowily.

——That’s Wei Biji.

Soon, Feng Mosheng began to have symptoms of fever all over his body and blurred vision. This was because he hadn't used pills to suppress the snake's growth fluid in his body for a long time. Get close to a certain person, get used to the smell on his body, and then you will be unable to extricate yourself from this smell and get stuck in it.

When the opponent's hand came over, he turned his head and bit it hard. Unfortunately, his strength was limited, and he was coughed again by a fishy sweetness rising in his throat, and he couldn't hold on for long.

But it completely angered Xie Jiuqing, the other party straightened his chin, and laughed at him, "Master is still talking about duplicity, he has become a stone of hope, being a bitch and wanting to set up a memorial archway, why bother, ah?

During the words, he used brute force as if he lost his mind.

Didn't it mean that people who practice Taoism are the most cleansed of ascetic desires? In his opinion, Feng Mo's voice is more frequent than ordinary people need!

There are so many tears every day, pretending to be weak and pitiful, clinging to "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" and refusing to hand in the original intention, isn't it just to seduce yourself?

"Uh...ah..."

Feng Mosheng's right hand hurts like hell, the violent treatment here is more sensitive than the arm, a little pain will be magnified dozens of times, for a moment, the pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body, a few strands of hair on his forehead were hanging wet on his temples, and his skirt was clinging to his body, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Like a piece of steaming rose cake exuding aroma.

Charming and alluring.

The torture of the whole body and mind, the overwhelming feeling of suffocation made him open his mouth and pant like a conditioned reflex, "I...I will hate you...I will hate you..."

Xie Jiuqing said coldly, "Master, you don't need to be sentimental. This disciple won't touch you at all. It's just to help you recognize your pious appearance. Master didn't hand in the "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" just because he wanted my disciple to treat you like this. So, are you satisfied with your apprentice's skills now?"

Every word hurts people, every sentence pokes heart.

"Ah You......"

Because of his struggle, the red veil swayed from side to side, and the bound injured right arm couldn't bear the violence. The bones of the hand broke with a crisp sound, and the arm hung down limply, forming a strange posture.

In the past few days, no matter how Xie Jiuqing treated him, he never yelled "pain" and begged for mercy once.

But this time the fracture of the hand bone had reached the limit that the human body could bear. After shouting out the word "pain", he lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

This face is very beautiful.

Especially those peach blossom eyes, when they cry, there is a ring of reddish, pink and bright, like a clear spring filled in the petals of a peach, flowing so delicately and touchingly, it is so touching.

As a man, but with such a slender body and such a physique, he is born to seduce men.

Xie Jiuqing also didn't know why such obscene thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind.

However, even if Feng Mo's voice overwhelms the country and tops the Three Realms, he will not be distracted by this person, he only has Feng Lange in his heart.

He was able to live well, with his current level of cultivation, and did not die at the hands of Wei Biji, that bastard, because he met Feng Lange, and he wanted to repay his kindness with all he had.

He felt a little stupid, as if he was eager to get rid of some uncontrollable thoughts in his mind, like a headless chicken, pulling some kind of belief he firmly believed to cover these things.

Xie Jiuqing did not help Feng Mosheng heal his injured arm, he felt that the other party was not worthy of him doing it himself.

What I owed had already been paid off in the two knives I received.

He tidied up his clothes, opened the gauze curtain and went out, and saw Wei Biji outside the gauze curtain.

A person who has lost his cultivation ages at an extremely fast rate, with many gray hairs already appearing, but the brilliance of the past can be vaguely seen in the vicissitudes of life.

He hated this face the most.

Xie Jiuqing took the silk handkerchief handed over by the shadow slave in front of him, carefully wiped off the milky white nectar left on his fingertips, and threw the handkerchief on the other person's face, "Father's queen tastes very good, it's a pity you No chance to taste it."

He cast a cold glance at people and walked out the door under the full moonlight.

Ying Nu unlocked Wei Biji's body-holding technique, "Please, it's time for you to go back."

.......

Xie Jiuqing hadn't walked a few steps, so he still called someone to see Feng Mosheng's wounds, he was afraid that "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" would also be ruined if someone made mistakes.

There is a very secret boundary in the Promise Demon Palace.

Here is full of aura, warm like spring all year round, looking around the oasis, bright and fresh, exuding vitality everywhere.

When he first had the idea of ​​wanting to be the master of a world, it was because of this place.

This place is very suitable for cultivators to heal their injuries. The scenery is beautiful, and the most important thing is that there is abundant and strong aura.

If Feng Mosheng hadn't come out to stab him, he might still be planning now. He didn't expect that he would get a chance after being stabbed twice. The insidiousness and devilish energy in his body were sucked in because he belonged to the same faction as the Ten Thousand Demon Pestle. .

He calmed down and walked into the bamboo house.

Feng Lange was sitting in front of the couch looking at the green plants outside the window in a daze.

In recent years, with the higher the realm, the inner demons in his body have become more and more serious. The most terrifying thing is that he has to experience the erosion of inner demons even in every small realm. They all survived by fighting for a narrow escape and almost going mad.

left with serious injuries.

He accidentally discovered the record of "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" in a miscellany.

Taoism is the supreme mental method, which has strict requirements on practitioners, but as long as you pay attention to accumulating virtue and doing good deeds on a daily basis, you can return to your original nature and clear all karmic obstacles when you cultivate to a certain level.

And his karma is Feng Mosheng.

In fact, Feng's father had considered for a long time when he saw them when he was young. It was he who saw the excitement in the fairy's eyes, and it was he who offered to go with Feng's father.

He was five years old at the time, and he was born to be sensible earlier than other children. When he learned that there were immortals in this world, he was very excited. Become a person who can soar through the clouds, ride the fog and fly with the sword.

He begged Feng's father to teach him spells with tears in his eyes, and soon learned to show his talent, and begged Feng's father to take him to practice. He said a lot of good things about being willing to spend the rest of his life to repay his kindness.

Feng's father had originally planned to use him to improve his status in the sect, and by chance, it was a hit.

However, he is a child after all, and he would feel guilty when he did these things, because that family is really not a family.

The butcher likes to drink and gamble. Nine times out of ten, he loses. If he loses, he goes home and beats them. Several times, he and his mother were almost beaten to death, so that later he became a disciple of Guiyi* and experienced unprecedented preferential treatment Sometimes, I often have nightmares.

The content was not himself, but Feng Mo's voice.

He dreamed that Feng Mosheng was beaten to death by the butcher, staring at those eyes with blood and tears, and questioning himself why he took his parents away.

It was at that time that the inner demon took root, and it was out of control until now.

.......

Xie Jiuqing approached lightly, "What is Master thinking?"

The sharpness in her phoenix eyes was suppressed, and she even spoke softly, for fear of disturbing others.

Feng Lange shook her head, "Is he still unwilling to hand over "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue", Xiao Jiu, otherwise we'd better forget it..."

In fact, he wanted it very much, so he retreated to advance, precisely because he knew the other party's temperament.

He has been tortured by demons for so many years, and he always wants to get rid of it. In short, no matter what method he uses, he must get the "Xuan Qing Zhen Jue" even if he can make up for it by doing good deeds in the future.

Mentioning this, Xie Jiuqing's calm expression immediately turned gloomy, "Master, don't think too much, this disciple will always make him spit it out."

Once is not enough twice, twice is not enough three times, people have weaknesses, he did not believe that Feng Mosheng did not have Ni Lin.

Now it's just that the method is useless.

He felt that Feng Lange was too kind-hearted, too considerate of others, so that he would put himself in it.

Feng Lange saw that the person's complexion was not good, she drooped her eyes and coughed a few times, "After all, you have worshiped him as a teacher and helped you cultivate, so don't treat him too much."

Xie Jiuqing didn't tell him the specific details of his cultivation, but only vaguely said that Feng Mosheng had helped him get a few opportunities.

But he is not a fool, he had seen the hickey on Feng Mosheng's neck during that time.

Think of all kinds of rumors.

He didn't say anything, just to better maintain the relationship between them, he couldn't push Xie Jiuqing to others.

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