[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Daoist Mo's Whisk

A chirping voice came from outside the door:

"Hey little guy, don't squeeze me, listen!"

"But Yuandao also wants to hear it!"

"Be good, Yuandao, listen to Brother Lin, children can't listen to such things!"

Pushing hard at the door, trying to listen to Zhao Zhen, Lin Qi, and Tang Yuandao in the corner, they were all slammed to the ground by the sudden opening of the wooden door.

After finally sitting up, rubbing his head and raising his head carefully, he saw Mo Qi standing in front of them with a livid complexion.

... and Gong Jiu, who was crouching behind Mo Qi, with a bright red face.

"Don't come near here." Mo Qi's voice almost came out from between his teeth, but he never moved away from Gong Jiu who was always behind, picking at his clothes.

He stood majestically on the spot, motionless like a mountain, but his black face looked even more terrifying, and the wooden door creaked as he squeezed his inner strength: "If I find out..."

... The three guys who listened to the corner were frightened, supported each other, and ran away quickly.

With difficulty, Mo Qi closed the door under Gong Jiu's interference, and then firmly inserted the latch to prevent someone from breaking in by mistake.

Gong Jiu couldn't hold back at all.At the moment when he was digging, he had already taken out a few silver needles from the silver needle bag in Mo Qi's sleeve, and his eyes were still looking eagerly at the floating silver snow on Mo Qi's bed. .

Gong Jiu slid off Mo Qi's body with soft hands and legs, fell to the ground and rolled over, her hair bun, which was always combed in an unruly way, also tossed away, and her face was bright red: "Smack me...slap me quickly!"

This is not the first time that Gong Jiu fell ill in front of Mo Qi.Even though Mo Qi didn't really want to call this a "disease", because this word sounds full of derogatory connotations.

But if it's just about sex, it's not unusual.But like Gong Jiu, once he is stimulated by pain, no matter the time and place, he will not be able to control his state even during life and death fights. It is indeed a disease.

The two people in the room, whether they were standing silently or panting and writhing crazily, suddenly all recalled the scene they first met.

But at that time, it was not Gong Jiu who was more embarrassed, but Mo Qi.

One night half a month ago, Gong Jiu was being hunted down by his enemies, so he crashed into the private room of Jiang Shanzui's boss in embarrassment, and fell directly into the arms of Mo Qi who was taking a bath, smashing the wooden bucket full of water to pieces.

Mo Qi didn't want to recall how Gong Jiu suddenly became excited because of the pain, how he pestered himself who was taking a bath without clothes, and how he repelled all the enemies in this...extremely embarrassing situation, and was forced to Looking at Gong Jiu's masochistic desires in a drafty room, when those scenes were played back in front of his eyes, his sanity would easily collapse.

——And thinking about it afterwards, Gong Jiu was not "being hunted down" at all, but just like a cat, teasing the mouse that was about to fall into his palm viciously.

After that day, Mo Qi didn't want to touch Fushen Yinxue for at least half a month, so he always gave in and tolerated Gong Jiu step by step.

Gong Jiu had already poked a few needles on himself with a silver needle.He struck extremely ruthlessly, even with internal strength, the blood that gushed out dyed blossoming red plums on his white clothes.

Mo Qi watched without moving, knowing that such an injury would heal in the blink of an eye under the operation of Gong Jiu's special mental method, which is why Gong Jiu continued to get another needle after the first injection.

The itching from the acupuncture made Gong Jiu feel even more dissatisfied.At this time, Mo Qi's condescending and cold attitude of sitting on the sidelines became another catalyst, making Gong Jiu's heart even hotter.

Mo Qi does not intend to repeat the same mistakes.Previous experience has proved that satisfying Gong Jiu's desire is useless, so this time, he does not intend to satisfy Gong Jiu.

He thought of another better option.

He wanted to quit Gong Jiu's uncontrollable masochism.

Outside.

Relying on his status as the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, Zhao Zhen should not be beaten violently in a corner (?), so he bravely sneaked back again and leaned against the door, pretending to be worried about his cousin.

Through the thin door, I could hear vague voices from inside intermittently, but they were all from Gong Jiu.

After waiting for a while, I suddenly heard Gong Jiuyu yell out in a broken voice: "Mo Qi, you bastard!"

Zhao Zhen almost fell to the ground as if struck by lightning.

What the hell is going on here? !My cousin would say such a thing!

Then there was Gong Jiu's soft voice begging for mercy: "I...was wrong, I was wrong, Taoist priest. Taoist priest..."

Zhao Zhen lost his mind and crawled away on all fours, without any image at all.

Lin Qi quickly helped Zhao Zhen up, held back for a while, and couldn't help but said, "I don't know what's inside..."

Zhao Zhen's eyes were a little straight, and he murmured: "Don't ask, it's scary to ask."

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In the early morning of the second day, when Mo Qi led his little apprentice to recite the inner strength formula, he found that everyone looked at him differently.

"Embracing the essence and guarding the deficiency, the qi moves in the dantian. Against the Taiqing, you can be light..." Mo Qi stopped slowly, and looked at Lin Qi, who had the weirdest eyes, with some confusion, "What?"

This is the man who can make Prince Taiping beg for mercy!When Shizi went out today, he was very depressed, and he was unusually silent...

Lin Qi's expression suddenly panicked: "No...it's nothing!"

Zhao Zhen calmed down all night, and felt that things might be different from what he had imagined before, so he cautiously and tactfully asked: "Yesterday, Daoist, what was the result of your conversation with my cousin?"

Mo Qi paused for a moment: "...you guys eavesdropped again."

Zhao Zhen: "No."

Mo Qi looked at Tang Yuandao.

The little apprentice immediately betrayed the emperor and drew a clear line: "Your Majesty listened, we didn't!"

Zhao Zhen: "...uh..."

Zhao Zhen was a little helpless.He had heard a little bit of Gong Jiu's masochism from his dark thread, so he was so worried after seeing Gong Jiu and Mo Qi enter the room yesterday.

There is no king's soil under the whole world, and there is no king's ministers on the coast of leading the soil.

The little old man Wu Ming consciously acted in secret, but there is no paper in the world that can hide fire. Naturally, there are spies sent by Zhao Zhen on that unnamed island that is secretly planning to change the world. Zhao Zhen has long known The relationship between Gong Jiu and the nameless island.

However, Zhao Zhen did not expect that the first piece of information that the spies sent back was not the rebellion plan of Wu Ming and Gong Jiu, but the eccentricity of Prince Taiping...

Zhao Zhen didn't pay attention to his cousin's rebellious plan that was destined to fail.On the contrary, it was his cousin's habit of self-mutilation that made Zhao Zhen extremely worried.

Prince Taiping's son rebelled, just suppress it.But if Prince Taiping died of self-harm, this...

Zhao Zhen stood up, dragged Mo Qi into his room, and said half-covered: "Wait... well, after all, it hurts your body, it's better not to go too far."

Mo Qi: "..."

He seemed to know what Zhao Zhen meant: "I tied him up last night."

Zhao Zhen: "...Huh?"

Mo Qi: "The rope made of velvet silk can neither break free nor break the skin."

Zhao Zhen: "Uh..."

Mo Qi continued calmly: "Then I took the silver needle and dust whisk and sat by the bed for maintenance. I maintained it for two hours."

It was like letting Gong Jiu watch the silver needle and whisk dangling in front of his eyes, but he just couldn't get it.His limbs were bound, and he couldn't torture himself at all. He could only stare at the silver needle and whisk in front of him, and endure until the desire for self-torture completely subsided.

During this period, Mo Qi just sat aside, wiped his weapon and silver needle indifferently, and did nothing.

Zhao Zhen: "..."

He finally knew why Gong Jiu broke down and begged for mercy yesterday.

However, Mo Qi's method made Zhao Zhen feel that the seemingly reliable and tolerant Taoist priest was even more terrifying...

As for Gong Jiu...

Gong Jiu also experienced the torment of the two hours last night before he remembered that although he is an expert in physical and physical self-torture, Mo Qi is an expert in mental self-infliction.

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It was almost when Zhao Zhen's motorcade was approaching Kaifeng that they met Zhan Zhao who came to meet them.

Lin Qi's nerves have been tense for several days. Whenever he closes his eyes every night, various dangers that Zhao Zhen may encounter along the way will appear. He said: "Young Xia Zhan, why did you come here!"

Logically speaking, the fact that the little emperor was not in the capital could not be concealed for a day. Bao Xiang should have sent Zhan Zhao to pick up Zhao Zhen early in the morning, but they were almost returning to Beijing, and Zhan Zhao only showed up.

Zhan Zhao is a very handsome young man, just like what Zhao Zhen said, he is really wearing a red dress, carrying a giant sword on his back, his eyes are very big, and when he looks at people with a smile, he looks like a begging fish cat.

Zhan Zhao scratched his head blushingly: "Oh, it's my fault for not being smart enough. I just walked dozens of miles out of Kaifeng, and I encountered three cases in a row. I couldn't escape for a while, and the murderer was caught only yesterday." Zhao looked at Gong Jiu with amber eyes, and smiled amicably, "Fortunately, Prince Taiping is here, otherwise, if something happens to the Holy Majesty, Zhan Zhao will definitely die."

Gong Jiu, who most hoped for Zhao Zhen's accident the most in the world: "..."

Why do you feel that there is something in Zhan Zhao's words, which sounds a bit heart-wrenching?

Gong Jiu, who had always been a little depressed, was in a worse mood.

Yelu Ruyu poked his head out from the curtain of his carriage, and looked at Zhan Zhao, who Zhao Zhen had muttered all the way, with great interest: "Don't worry, Shaoxia Zhan, even if the prince can't stop the enemy, I will protect Song Lord. No matter how you say it, Great Song and I, Daliao, are allies separated by a strip of water, how can I let Lord Song have something happen in front of my eyes?"

What he said was as if he wasn't the one who wanted to stir up disputes among countries.

Gong Jiu's eyes turned cold, and he was about to speak when a round magpie suddenly flew over from the tree by the side of the road, landed on Mo Qi's palm, retracted its claws skillfully, and squatted on Mo Qi's stable and warm bed. In his hand, the fat belly was pressed against Mo Qi's palm, and it didn't take long before it melted into a flat bird cake.

The magpie tilted its head at Gong Jiu contentedly, pouted its long emerald and emerald tail feathers behind its buttocks, opened its bright yellow beak, and yelled coquettishly: "Chirp!"

Hearing the sound, Tang Yuandao climbed down from the carriage with both hands and feet, grabbed Mo Qi's sleeve, and jumped a few times anxiously: "Little bird!"

Tang Yuandao stared at the flat bird cake, envious, and wished he could touch it himself.

Mo Qi untied the letter on the magpie's little claw: "...Bao Xiang said that the stolen money in the Northwest has been counted, and the rest of the money owed to me can be sent to Jiangshanzui in a few days..."

Having said this, Mo Qi's tone became a little melancholy.

……Do not want.

Zhan Zhao didn't know about Mo Qi's unusual hobbies, so he added kindly: "The stolen money found in Yumen Pass not only made up for the loss in the pass from last year to this year, but also has a lot of excess. Mr. Bao said, he is going to spend this much The money that comes out will be used as the interest of borrowing Taoist Immortal, and will be sent to Jiangshan Zui together with the repayment..."

As if struck by lightning, Mo Qi froze on the spot holding the letterhead: "Is there... still interest?"

Not only did they return it, but... also returned more? !

Zhan Zhao hesitated: "Uh... Daoxian is afraid that the interest rate is not high enough..."

In the past few days, seeing Mo Qi donating money actively and enthusiastically every day, everyone who has already understood Mo Qi's unique habit: "..."

No, he hates you for paying back the interest.

Mo Qi read a few more paragraphs, and his tone sank: "...the letter also said that something happened in the northwest again."

"Hexi... found the corpses of seven aliens."

Zhan Zhao's expression became solemn: "Then let's set off immediately and return to Kaifeng as soon as possible. Please Master Bao explain the details."