Floating like a dream · Chasing the heart

When we returned to Yunmeng Temple, everyone had just finished lunch, except for some young disciples who were chattering around in the dojo, most of them went back to their rooms to take a nap.Kunlun Mountain is very humane in this regard. Except for the compulsory spells, most of the time, students will not be restricted from having fun. Of course, there is nothing to have fun. Wrestling is like a sword or something.After Xuanjizi took charge of Kunlun, he managed to set up a formation from time to time for the entire martial arts contest, which was considered an additional formal pastime.

Looking at the bored disciples in the dojo, Xuanjizi remembered that it seemed that he hadn't had intimate communication with his disciples for a long time, probably since the men went to Kunlun for an appointment.

The man's words resounded in his mind again, mixed with heavy or rapid panting, the handsome face of the man who couldn't discern his emotions when he pressed on, his slightly closed eyes, trembling eyelashes, high nose bridge, soft and moist lips, deep Slow and strong palms...

Xuanjizi covered his throbbing chest, took a deep breath, and walked towards the dojo.

"Teacher." The disciples all stopped their movements and turned around to salute.

Xuan Jizi waved his hand, looked around, and said, "I've been quite free lately."

A disciple said: "The teacher is busy, and Xiaobai has been down the mountain for a long time. No one will practice with the disciples. It is really boring. Why did the teacher come back so early today?" Seeing Xuanjizi's wrinkled body After leaving a cloud of smudges, the disciple wisely didn't ask what happened next.

On weekdays, Xuanjizi and Mozun have never been in such a mess for three days and three nights. They are always calm, tidy and dignified. It took only a short time to make it like this, as if they just climbed out of a kiln. People wondered if they were abused unilaterally.

Probably because he realized that he had asked the wrong question, he quickly changed the topic and asked, "Headmaster, when will Xiaobai come back?"

Xiaobai is a fox raised by Xuanjizi, who leaves for a period of time every year to practice.It's been a while since I left this time, but I guess I'll be back soon.Xuanjizi said: "The weather at the bottom of the mountain is hot, Xiaobai must have reached the period of shedding, and now he can't stand the desolation on the top of the mountain when he comes back, he will come back when his hair grows."

These words are just a casual joke, Xiaobai has already cultivated a human form, so he won't be afraid of the cold.But Xuanjizi really didn't know if Xiaobai was going to do something before returning home.The disciples laughed and clamored to make a padded jacket for Xiaobai and give it to him when they came back.

There was no fight today, and he still had enough energy. After chatting nonsense with his disciples, Xuanjizi drove his spiritual power to set up a formation of thousands of rivers and mountains in the center of the dojo, and drove the disciples who had suffered and hated him into it like ducks.

It wasn't until he heard the crackling sounds of fighting and shouting from the disciples in the formation that he felt his heart, which had been turbulent all the time, calm down a bit, and then released a ferocious three-legged beast from the lock bag and threw it into the formation, feeling satisfied Humming a little tune, he walked towards his yard.

The coloring effect of the ink is very good. The little Taoist changed the water three times in a row. After washing it, Xuanjizi felt as if he had just changed from a burnt sweet potato to a smoked potato.The little Taoist was a little worried, and while helping Xuanjizi put on his clothes, he said worriedly: "Master is so impulsive. If the ink cannot be washed off, Master will be insulated from Yushu Linfeng from now on."

Xuanjizi was a little depressed, "Why didn't you think so much when I asked you to help me think of something."

The little Taoist said aggrievedly: "But the master didn't explain it clearly. You must know that the master just wants to make yourself smelly, so I won't bathe you with ink."

Xuanjizi said: "You don't need ink, why should you spit out your saliva?"

The little Taoist said sincerely: "I don't have so much saliva, but I can use horse urine. Brother Sixteen raised a pony in the back mountain, and he can urinate a big bucket every day."

"······Shut up!"

However, Xuanjizi couldn't help but imagine, if he really took a bath with horse urine, would the man still dare to chew on it like today.Yes, it is chewing.The bitten lip still hurts to this day.

As a result, before the imagination was fully unfolded, Xuanjizi made himself so disgusted that he almost saved dinner.

Why do men tell themselves they like it?

Is he really going to eat himself?

Or instead of eating, is kissing?

But why kiss?

He is a man!

Can men and men kiss like this?

Xuanjizi was a little dizzy, he didn't know.

Kunlun Mountain pays attention to innocence and asceticism, but he has lived for almost 30 years, and there are not many times when he is really ascetic. up.But what those books describe are the things between men and women, and those that are too explicit are not easy to buy in the market, and the vague ones in his hand are also searched after painstaking efforts.He really couldn't imagine what kind of novelty and wonder two men could rub together, and what kind of friction it should be.

Thinking of the weird excitement and pleasure when the man's hand caught her unexpectedly, the body that had just taken a shower suddenly became hot again.

Maybe, he didn't hate the man who looked cold, arrogant, violent, trivial and awkward, nor did he hate the approaching and touching of men, this feeling was especially obvious today, and even made him forget to resist.

Do you like it?

He likes that man?

a demon?

This night Xuanjizi still didn't sleep soundly, and dreamed intermittently all night, the dream was messy, and I didn't know what he dreamed of, and it seemed that he had strung together all the pictures in the past few years, only vaguely remembering each of them. The clips all have a grim and smiling face, and the man's deep and hoarse voice, saying "I like you" over and over again.

After waking up, Xuanjizi felt his head was going to explode, and the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing, and he didn't press it for a long time.

After that day, the man did not reappear for a long time.I don't know if it's because he suddenly lost his appetite for this half-baked guy, or if he's busy looking for a good wife in the world, and he's addicted to marriage.Xuanjizi thinks that the latter possibility is more likely.After all, no matter how half-hearted he is, he is still No. 1 in Kunlun. A bite of it can improve his skills for hundreds of years, and he still has the effect of refreshing himself as ginseng.

Inexplicably a little irritable.

This kind of emotion has been going on for many days, even if the disciples are tossing around in different ways every day, it can't be diluted by half, but it will increase gradually as the man disappears for a long time.

"Master, this disciple has noticed that your attitude is very improper recently." The little Taoist wobbled holding a stack of books and put them on the ground in front of the bookshelf, looking up at Xuanjizi as he put the books on the bookshelf one by one .

Xuanjizi casually glanced at the name in the book in his hand, placed it on the upper level of the second grid, and said casually: "You reminded me very well, last night you clumsily broke a jade cup, and my teacher didn't punish you for standing upside down three times. Shi Chen, such a vague attitude is really unacceptable."

The little Taoist said confidently: "The disciple is not clumsy, it is the master, you threw the clothes on the ground randomly, and the disciple stumbled! That's why the disciple said that the master has a problem. Recently, he is always in such a mess. Think about it, is it right?" In this way, you used to love cleanliness the most, and you had to reprimand your disciple several times for not folding your clothes neatly, but now you throw clothes everywhere, and you can pick them up and wear them as usual after stepping on the ground a few times, the disciples feel disrespectful .”

"You can choose to close your eyes." Xuanjizi said.I took another book and randomly flipped through it and put it in the fifth grid.

The little Taoist immediately pointed to it, "Look, here it is again! This is the sixth elder's handbook, and it should be placed in the back. Every time you put it away, the disciple will have to reorganize it again."

Xuanjizi turned his head to look, and he really misplaced it.Embarrassed for a moment, he immediately said without changing his face: "As a teacher, this is a test of your observation and memory."

The little Taoist nodded thoughtfully, and after a while, Fang said: "Speaking of which, it seems that His Highness Mozun hasn't been here for a long time, is Master thinking—"

"Who said I missed him!" Xuanjizi suddenly raised his voice.

The little Taoist was taken aback, looking at Xuanjizi's suddenly tense face for some unknown reason, and said in a low voice, "When did the disciple say you missed him... The disciple just wanted to say if you were thinking of some surprise to win?" A wonderful trick, so that the next time the demon king comes to make an appointment to fight again, he can recover it in one fell swoop..."

"You..." Xuanjizi stared, and it took him a long time to grit his teeth and say, "Go over there and stand on your head for three hours!"

"Ah?" The little Taoist said: "The disciple did not make a mistake, why did you punish him to stand on his head?"

Xuanjizi said: "You dropped a cup last night, make it up now!"

The little Taoist said "Oh", moved to the corner of the wall with a sigh, turned his round body over on the spot, failed to stand upright, and then still didn't stand upright, and finally turned his buttocks to the sky, with his big head and hands and feet on the ground, barely standing on his head. got there.

After a while, the little Taoist rushed backwards from his trousers with his head down and whispered: "Then Master, you thought of—"

"To shut up!"

"..."

Before this, Xuanjizi didn't think he would be a person who likes to think about things, except occasionally thinking about whether the little fox who went down the mountain to practice had lost his hair due to fatigue, and how long it would take for the hair to grow back, would it affect his health? The beauty in human form is really nothing.But listening to the little Taoist chanting, he suddenly found that his mind seemed to have never stopped recently.

However, he wasn't thinking of some surprise move to beat the man, he was thinking of the man.Yes, he thought about it.

I can't say what I think, what I think, but when I calm down, I can't help but want to look outside the mountain gate. If I can't see anyone, I will keep thinking, where did he go?Why don't you come?Did you lose interest in fighting, or did you have a new interest?Or, are you simply not interested in yourself?

A new set of shelves was built in the room used to store the gifts brought by men in the past few years. He went to see it in the morning. The disciples worked very hard, the shelves were well made, and the design was simple and reasonable. Put a dozen more things.But the shelf was made, but the things were never put on it.Standing empty among the dazzling pile of presents before, it was very abrupt and awkward.