Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

After a meal, Shen Wuming saw the true nature of Ye Qingchen, she was still a little girl.

Although she was very smart at the hairpin banquet, she was still not calm enough when encountering things.

Ye Qingchen wanted to continue to ask Shen Wuming about his views on the reform of Tianshi Dao.

However, she was still a little embarrassed after such an embarrassing thing happened, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

But before leaving, Shen Wuming grabbed her slender wrist and said, "Come with me."

As he spoke, Shen Wuming pulled him to a corner of an empty alley, and Ye Qingchen's cheeks flushed.

"You..."

Ye Qingchen's throat rolled for a while, swallowed his saliva, and a trace of shyness appeared in his clear eyes.

A single man and a single woman.

Still in such a corner.

Moreover, the distance between the two was very close, and Ye Qingchen could even hear Shen Wuming's breathing.

Shen Wuming slowly moved his head closer to her, and Ye Qingchen immediately clenched the corner of his Taoist robe.

With eyes wide open, she looked at Shen Wuming nervously. What was she going to do?

Could it be...

Ye Qingchen thought of the forbidden books in the palace that she had confiscated from her fellow disciples. There seemed to be such scenes in them.

But...

"No... Don't..."

Ye Qingchen spoke in a low voice, her face was extremely nervous, and she even forgot to push Shen Wuming away with her hands.

Shen Wuming just looked at her strangely, and then put his mouth close to her ear.

He whispered something.

Ye Qingchen's face changed slightly, and she was no longer hesitant just now. Instead, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, revealing a hint of coldness.

"What did you say?"

Ye Qingchen turned around, but unexpectedly Shen Wuming also stepped back. In an instant, a soft touch touched Shen Wuming's lips.

Shen Wuming paused his action.

He did not leave immediately, but continued to keep the touching posture.

You can even feel that Ye Qingchen's cheeks are heating up rapidly.

Ye Qingchen's brain also fell into a blank for a while.

She felt her cheek, which just happened to fall on Shen Wuming's lips...

Ye Qingchen immediately fell into extreme shyness and anger.

Her face flushed.

Even her breathing became more and more rapid.

Shen Wuming also heard the heartbeat like a drum, and quickly pulled away.

"If I say I didn't mean it, would you believe it?"

Shen Wuming's face was full of helplessness, "I didn't expect you to suddenly turn your face."

"You..."

Ye Qingchen stammered her rosy lips, her silver teeth bit together, making a creaking sound.

Her eyes were shy, and there was a fierce aura.

"You're done."

Ye Qingchen uttered this sentence word by word, stomped her feet suddenly, and the bricks and stones under her feet turned into ashes in an instant.

She slapped her waist, and a slender soft sword fell into her hand.

"You lecher."

The soft sword broke through the air, and the sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang. There was also a buzzing sound between the shaking of the sword blade.

It can be seen that its frequency is high!

Shen Wuming was shocked and quickly pulled away. At the same time, he flicked his finger and a ball of pure white magic power popped out.

"Autumn chrysanthemums and spring orchids each have their own seasons, and the brocade tents of the siege city fall when the frost falls."

Shen Wuming muttered to himself, and three feet outside his body, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums emerged, like a dead tree in spring.

It turned into a sea of ​​flowers and brocade tents, protecting him firmly in it, as if besieging a city.

Even if Ye Qingchen was furious and urged the sword in his hand, he could not get close to him within three feet.

He could not get close at all.

"If you have the ability, come and fight me, don't use your Confucian magic."

Ye Qingchen gritted his teeth.

The Taoist school has many magics and martial arts, which can be regarded as a combination of Confucianism and military science.

But it is not as extreme as the two. Whether it is close combat or long-range attack, it has its own mysteries.

Shen Wuming has read many classics and knows how difficult Taoist monks are. He will definitely not cut off his arm at this time.

"Master Xiao Ye, I said it was really unintentional just now!" Shen Wuming tried to apologize with a sincere face.

But Ye Qingchen just sneered.

Unintentional?

First he touched his lips accidentally, and then kissed his face accidentally?

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Ye Qingchen's silver teeth creaked, and the soft sword in his hand kept flying, but it was always entangled by Chunlan Qiuju.

"It's so annoying!"

Ye Qingchen scolded tenderly, then stepped back two steps, holding the sword in his right hand, and forming a seal with his left hand, and there was a burst of explosions in the void.

"Crack!"

The sky was full of dark clouds, and a ray of lightning rolled down and fell directly on the sword in her hand.

The void spirit was trembling, as if it was in a state of confusion and disorder.

"No, Master Xiao Ye, take it easy."

Seeing such a big commotion, Shen Wuming couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

This tigress was really annoyed.

But before he could react, Ye Qingchen had already taken the thunder and flew up, her figure like a fleeting shadow.

In an instant, the siege formed by the spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum in front of her was wiped out one by one, with a sword breaking all laws.

As for herself, she had already approached Shen Wuming, the blade was sharp, and it seemed that she was about to hit Shen Wuming.

"Humph!"

Ye Qingchen's eyes flashed with pride. These Confucian monks were fancy, but they were still not as comprehensive as the Taoists.

Then she retracted the soft sword, and her arms were like a white python, entangled Shen Wuming's neck.

She retracted the sword because she knew what she was doing.

The dispute between her and Shen Wuming was just a dispute of will, and she had no intention of taking it seriously.

But this scoundrel took advantage of him, and he must be taught a lesson.

As soon as he thought about this, Ye Qingchen suddenly used his arms to clamp Shen Wuming's neck tightly, and then turned over——

"Um?"

Ye Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and as she expected, Shen Wuming was thrown to the ground with a naked choke.

But at this time, her impressive Taoist cultivation in the fourth realm did not shake Shen Wuming.

"Hey!"

Ye Qingchen exerted force on his arms again, but Shen Wuming remained motionless, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Ji Shou is in the middle of the sky, shining brightly across the universe. The eight winds cannot blow it, sitting upright on a purple golden lotus!"

When the words fell, Shen Wuming's whole body was emitting a misty light, and a purple lotus flower slowly bloomed under his feet.

"He will engage in these crooked ways!"

Ye Qingchen also realized that Shen Wuming was using the defensive method. No matter what the outside world does, I will remain unmoved.

"snort!"

Ye Qingchen knew that he could not shake Shen Wuming, so he simply turned into a naked fist and attacked Shen Wuming.

Above her fist, the Taoist magic power turned into the shape of Yin Yang and Tai Chi, shockingly blowing away Shen Wuming's awe-inspiring righteousness.

Carrying the power of wind and thunder, and an unparalleled edge, it fell towards Shen Wuming's chest.

But Shen Wuming just grinned, then put his hands in a Wing Chun Ip Man pose and performed a set of Tai Chi.

"How many old Confucians study the Book of Changes, but they don't know that Tai Chi is the Wuji!"

With his hands clasped, like playing mahjong, he easily received Ye Qingchen's punch.

Countless energies swept in, like a gust of wind and rain, but there were faint ripples in the void around Shen Wuming.

As the ripples spread out, the strange tremor of the fist power was also dissipated and turned into a traceless one.