I don't have sex with my sister

Shang Can traveled to this world.

She didn't know whether to say she was lucky or unlucky, let's call it unlucky, she was unlucky to be hit by a car while walking on the road over there, but she could still travel to this side and live her life again.Let's say it's lucky, when she just crossed over and opened her eyes, she was surrounded by broken walls and ruins, and she was the only living person in a radius of ten miles, and her body that became smaller for some reason might not even be ten years old at that time.

If Mochizuki, who was passing by, hadn't been picked up back to Qingyu within a few days, Shang Can might have passed away again in the first month of crossing.

She was lucky to have excellent aptitude, and she was able to worship under the Lantau Gate. The road to practice went smoothly, and she never encountered anything that could be called difficult.And then, and then—

Shang Can opened his eyes, sat up suddenly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

She grabbed the bedside kit suddenly, reached in to search for something, but suddenly stopped.

Slightly exerting force on her fingers, what the fingertips touched was the warm and slightly cool jade, which was quietly attached to her palm.

You don't need to take it out to know what it looks like, except for the minimum carving, there is no fancy, clean and transparent white jade mask, which makes people never think that it is the exclusive item of the frightening Biluohuangquan magic cultivator.

bang bang.

"Hey—why aren't you up yet? It's time—"

There was an abrupt knock on the door, and Wan Shao's voice came through the door. Shang Can slightly closed his eyes, took a light breath, and calmed down.

She fastened the bag again, turned over and got out of bed, and said, "Here we come."

Today is the opening day of the Dao Discussion Conference, Yanyang is very lively up and down, Shang Can and Wanshao are walking on the street, listening to the "Same Style Sword Ornament of Yunzhong Jun" or "Qingyu Yushan Jun's own inscriptions" greeted by various vendors. " and other greetings, commenting on this prosperous scene.

"It's no wonder that this forum does not restrict only monks to enter and watch. If Tianwaitian restricts it this way, you will have to make a lot of money?"

Wan Shao looked at the so-called spell spirit stones displayed on the stalls that were food stalls a few days ago, and couldn't help being amazed. Shang Can glanced at them and said with a smile: "After all, people in the world advocate cultivating immortals. Since cultivating is for the common people, then There is no reason for this kind of seminar to keep the common people out."

"I didn't see that you were using an official tone to pay back the same thing, Shang—" Wan Shao swallowed the words abruptly, and changed his words, "——Gong Shang."

"You can read it a few more times and remember it clearly, Zheng Yu."

Wan Shao was flabbergasted, and accepted the taunt with his mouth flattened, while Shang Can—now she should be called Gong Shang—closed his eyes, feeling that this was really very risky.

"To get the Dao Heart Lotus Seed, it would be a bit difficult for us to go directly to grab it, but we can definitely sneak into the Lun Dao Society and win the leader by legitimate means." '

In my memory, Wan Shao looked serious, and patted Shang Can's shoulder earnestly.

'—From today, you are the palace merchant of Bi Cangmen, and I am Zheng Yu of Bi Cangmen. '

Speaking of which, they took advantage of the fact that Tianwaitian did not have strong restrictions on admission to the Daoism Club when they ate.As one of the leaders of Xiuxian sect, Tianwaitian is very tolerant to the requirements of the participants, and spread invitation posters to many sects, big and small. Except for the rigid condition of age, there are no other conditions. The candidates for participation are all decided by the sect.

And this Bi Cangmen is a small sect that has received a poster.Its patriarch who founded the school was quite capable, but then it became weaker and weaker from generation to generation.Up to now, the whole sect is not well-known, and it doesn't have much contact with the outside world-naturally, no one knows that it has actually been incorporated into the sect of Biluohuangquan long ago.

So the demon master of Biluohuangquan got two posters with a big wave of his hand, and very loyally accompanied Shang Can, who was in urgent need of Daoxin lotus seeds, to Yanyang under the names of two disciples of Bi Cangmen.

"Listen to Gong Shang, we have already worked so hard to get to this point, this lotus seed must be ours."

It seemed that he had recited it several times in his heart, this time Wan Shao yelled smoothly, but his expression was very serious, it didn't look like he could make her joke, so Shang Can nodded in agreement.

"Of course, they're all here."

Regardless of Wan Shao's indignant reprimand "Can you cheer up!", Shang Can absent-mindedly looked into the distance, and he could already see the gate of Tianwaitian from far away.

She has been looking for Dao Xinlianzi for nine years, and she hopes this is the last stop.

Arriving at the foot of Tianwaitian smoothly all the way, Wan Shao frowned and looked at the crowded crowd in front of him, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "...there are too many monks here, do you think they are here for the market?"

"At least one-third of them are ordinary people who came to see the excitement, and half of the remaining monks will be screened out today, so it can be regarded as coming to Yanyang to catch an episode."

After listening to Shang Can's words, Wan Shao glanced around once again, and found that there was a big difference between monks and ordinary people. The most intuitive distinction was that the monks were all dressed in a sleek, neat and orderly manner.

The world of cultivating immortals is still white, Wan Shao looked at it coldly, there are at least seven or eight of the ten monks wearing white clothes.

She complained that they all looked alike, and couldn't help looking at Shang Can who was standing beside her with a scrutinizing gaze.

The other party is now wearing her improved mask. Although it is not as ordinary as before, it can barely be called delicate.It's just that Shang Can is wearing a black robe today, which is particularly eye-catching among the light-colored monks.

Wan Shao looked at the pattern outlined by the red brocade silk on her hem, and sighed with a complicated mood: "...you really look like a magician in what you are wearing today."

"I am over-flattered."

Shouting haha, Shang Can squeezed all the way to the registration office, took out the Bi Cangmen welcome sticker from his arms and handed it to the Tianwaitian disciple who was in charge of registration, and Wan Shao quickly followed.

"240 Seven...and 240 Eight."

Judging from the expressions of the disciples, he obviously didn't know that there was another Bi Cang Sect, but he concealed his confusion very well, and handed the two waist cards with numbers written on them, signaling them to enter Tianwaitian.

"In two hours, the admission will end. At that time, there will be a one-on-one competition randomly selected among the participants of the discussion meeting. The two of you can first inject spiritual power into the waist card Wenxin. After the questioning and competition The monks who have passed the two tests are considered to have truly passed the test and can get the qualifications to participate in the seminar."

"Also, Tianwaitian has a spiritual power barrier, and private use of spells is not allowed except in the arena, please understand."

After thanking him, the two strolled into Tianwaitian, and instead of following the crowd, they just wandered around the door, admiring Tianwaitian's magnificence that seemed very rich and powerful.

"It's more dignified than when I came here to study here before. Can we Bi--Bicangmen learn to practice like this?"

"Haha, there is no money at all."

After a few gags, Wan Shao consciously stood outside, protecting Shang Can against the wall like a guardian, and raised his chin.

"Okay, you go and ask yourself some questions, I won't join in the fun."

"Indeed, at your age, Zheng Yu, even if you ask Xin, you will only be kicked out."

Seeing the veins protruding on Wan Shao's forehead, Shang Can smiled at her, held his waist badge, the golden spiritual energy in his palm flashed, and then his eyes went dark, and his consciousness sank like a weightless fall from a high altitude.

The so-called "questioning the heart" is a fairy art commonly used in the world of cultivating immortals. Those who activate the fairy art will enter the illusion.

Generally speaking, the function of questioning the heart is mostly to sharpen the disciple's Taoist heart, and the threshold set by Tianwaitian now will most likely include the inspection of age, so as to prevent older monks from fishing in troubled waters.

As a monster, Wan Shao's age is far beyond this limit, but the monster aura that she has spent so much effort to cover up will have nowhere to hide when it enters Wenxin.Therefore, she actually didn't have much room for her to come to this discussion meeting, she just came to join in the fun and bring Shang Can's Dharma protector by the way.

Shang Can is no stranger to Wenxin.

The larger the immortal sect, the stricter it is to hone the disciples' Taoism.Speaking of Xianmen, the leader of Xianmen recognized by the world of cultivating immortals is Xianshan Qingyu besides Tianwaitian.As soon as the two entered the world and were born, they were both famous signs in the world of cultivating immortals, and their relationship has always been harmonious. Every year, there will be an itinerary to exchange disciples and study tours.

Qingyu's questioning is quite frequent, and it is stipulated that whenever the disciples make progress in cultivation, they must go to Yaoguang Peak to ask their hearts.Although Tianwaitian is not as frequent as Qingyu, but Tianwaitian is strict and has a high threshold, and it is normal to fail to pass the test.If you are lucky, you will only suffer some internal injuries, and if you are unlucky, your cultivation will even regress.

When Shang Can came to Tianwaitian to study, he suffered a lot from asking questions.But at that time, they used the lake "Qinglian" located in the Tianwaitiannei Mountains as the medium of questioning. Presumably, the questioning of the applicants for the Taoism Forum today is different from that there, at least it will be much simpler.

Putting away the complicated thoughts in his head, Shang Can soon felt that he had landed on the ground, and there was no longer darkness in front of his eyes, but a soft light source seemed to be in front of him, and the light faintly passed through the closed eyelids.

Shang Can slowed down, slowly opened his eyes, and then held his breath calmly.

Surrounded by an endless white space, it seems that there is a glimmer of light everywhere, but no light source can be found if you look closely.A huge mirror almost as tall as two of hers was placed abruptly in front of her, and there was nothing else in the entire space.

"..."

Shang Can's eyes flickered, he walked slowly to the mirror, and looked into the mirror calmly.

The person in the mirror also looked at her, with a familiar but childish face, casually tied up his hair with a long hairband, a pair of beautiful eyes that did not blink for a moment, with restrained brilliance, as if filled with mountains, seas and stars, raised his eyebrows slightly It brings out a bit of youthful spirit.

Shang Can looked coldly at the plain white brocade silk robe worn by the person in the mirror, with gleaming silk threads vaguely delineating cloud patterns, making her slender and tall.

There was a sapphire tablet casually hanging on her waist, and she turned it around slowly, with the two characters "Shang Can" clearly engraved on it.

"……what."

Shang Can tilted his head and looked at it for a while, then suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand without any scruples to touch the cold mirror, and slid from the corner of his eyes to his waist.

"It's short of a sword, isn't it?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Shang Can felt an extra weight around her waist. Even though she looked down and saw nothing, the self in the mirror was indeed wearing the sword.There was a not-so-delicate red tassel hanging on the hilt of the sword, and it swayed automatically in the absence of wind. Shang Can reached out to catch it, but only felt it tickle across his palm.

The surrounding atmosphere changed without warning, and the scene in the mirror suddenly had a circle of ripples. Shang Can looked up and saw a figure slowly walking into the edge of the mirror.

is a woman.

The woman wore long black hair, which flowed lazily from her shoulders as she walked. She was wearing the same style of white brocade gown with cloud patterns as Shang Can, but she looked more regular than Shang Can, which was pleasing to the eye.I just feel that she is as elegant and dignified as a beautiful jade, and as graceful as an immortal in the sky.

The cold and fresh breath like new snow swept from behind, Shang Can kept silent, looked at the mirror without blinking, watched her slowly walk to a position less than a foot behind him, the all-too-familiar picture His face was as white as jade in his memory, absolutely beautiful, and there was a round of light in his clear and cold black eyes, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up after meeting Shang Can's gaze in the mirror.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

Shang Can lowered his eyes, and glanced at the sword at the waist of the person behind him, as if he wanted to show it to her deliberately, the "Worriless" engraved on the hilt was very clear.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes, but she couldn't stop the soft call from the wind.

"Sister."

Wind...why is there wind?

Shang Can thought dimly, it wasn't just the wind, the surrounding space seemed to be changing rapidly, the originally silent space gradually became fuller, the gentle mountain wind blowing over the neck, mixed with the clear birdsong He Yuyinmu's piano sound, and even a few voices of endorsement, vaguely chanting "Don't fight for the flames".

Qingyu disciples, don't fight for the heat.

She silently recited it in her heart, opened her eyes, and finally took a deep look in the mirror.

Then she reached out to touch the mirror, as gently as if she was touching a lover's face, her eyes were gentle and affectionate, but in the next second, a ferocious flame burst out from her palm, completely shattering the entire mirror.

Before his consciousness left Wen Xin, Shang Can raised his head, watched the space around him gradually shatter, and sighed softly.

"Not like."

Opening his eyes, he saw the crowds of people in front of his eyes. Shang Can exhaled lightly, and was about to raise his head when he was staggered by Wan Shao.

"You've been asking for too long! If I wasn't afraid of disturbing you, I would have run away with you--change the place first!"

"……What's wrong?"

The anxiety in Wan Shao's words was unusual, Shang Can frowned, and walked two steps with her strength, but the gate of Tianwaitian was very crowded for some reason, only the two of them had to go against the flow of people, and it was really difficult.

"I&%#@--!"

Wan Shao was so angry that he rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth in his busy schedule and explained the situation in a low voice to Shang Can who was still confused, his eyes rolled back and forth guiltily.

"...The candidate for Qingyu that we inquired about before may have some problems...that's..."

"Could you speak louder—!"

The surrounding voices were really noisy, Shang Can was caught in the crowd and couldn't hear what Wan Shao was saying clearly.She was somewhat fond of cleanliness, and she became more and more impatient when she came and went. She turned her head and looked around, thinking whether it would be feasible to step on these people with light effort.

Just when she was concentrating on thinking that the head over there looked flatter and should be suitable for stepping on, a clear and clear sword sound suddenly sounded from the gate of Tianwaitian behind her, with a long lingering sound, which stopped the noise of the crowd in an instant.

The voice was terribly familiar.

Shang Can's mind suddenly went blank, and Wan Shao was even more anxious, taking advantage of this opportunity to drag her into the outer sky.Shang Can's temple throbbed and ached, he was dragged forward without any resistance, and bumped into a male monk's shoulder firmly.Shang Can felt the pain, subconsciously looked up, but saw that the other party didn't pay attention to her side at all, just continued to stretch his neck to look out, with an undisguised surprise on his face, he murmured

"...As expected of...the beauty is like a flower, separated from the clouds."

Shang Can's breathing was stagnant, and he suddenly lost strength in his legs, so he could only stand there blankly.

Amidst the mutterings of monks, it was the cold voice that I heard once when I was still asking my heart, piercing through the crowd like a sharp arrow.

"On Daohui, can I still enter now?"

"Yes, yes! The time is just right!"

The disciple who guarded the gate of Tianwaitian suddenly came back to his senses, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to take the invitation card handed over by the other party, with a nervous and shrill voice.

"No. 370 No. [-], Qingyu, Yunyun!"

Shang Can's throat was filled with fishy sweetness, she quickly raised her hand, and coughed up the blood with great effort under the cover of the wide sleeves of her toga.

Without looking back, she staggered away.

The author says:

I will try to use some beautiful poems to describe the beauty that I can't write (humble

When I wrote it myself, I only had the simple idea of ​​"Senior sisters and sisters are very beautiful", and I was paralyzed.