Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

Lu Dishu felt that he had become increasingly perverted in order to go home - before going down the mountain, he finally got two unspeakable things, and he planned to go down the mountain and sneak into the master's room at night to touch him. .

Now the master can't see his true purpose, right? Lu Dishu quietly glanced at Kong Qing, who was standing next to him, and felt sincerely happy thinking that he would be able to leave him soon.

Kong Qing naturally did not miss Lu Dishu's glance. He casually raised Lu Dishu's hand and looked at him: "Why, do you feel like someone is supporting you after hooking up with Master?"

"!!!" What are these words? ! Lu Dishu's brain immediately shut down, and he even forgot to pull his hand back from Kong Qing's hand for a moment, until Kong Qing said impatiently, "Speak."

Lu Dishu finally came to his senses. He pulled back his hand and said speechlessly: "What's so inexplicable."

The hand was withdrawn impatiently. Kong Qing had received this kind of treatment from him too many times. Although he still felt uncomfortable, he was no longer as crazy as the first time he knew he was resisting him. He stroked it himself. Playing with his fingers: "Why is it so baffling? Didn't Dishu spy on Master every night and still not succeed?"

His voice was slow and gentle, but the words he said were enough to make Lu Dishu feel ashamed and angry ten thousand times.

Lu Dishu: "..." He coughed and wanted to say, "Don't use your thoughts to speculate on my behavior." However, before he could say it, he saw Kong Qing's cold eyes looking at him. Lu Dishu couldn't say this. If he was trying to fool people, he could only remain silent.

Lu Dishu thought Kong Qing would go crazy - after all, he was really possessive. However, this time he didn't go crazy. Facing Lu Dishu's suspicious gaze, Kong Qing paused for a while and said, "You are the master after all, and he didn't even attack you. How dare I, a little disciple, touch you? "

Is that so? Lu Dishu felt that this was barely a reason, and he could barely get over the matter, but he still subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Kong Qing is not the kind of person who will look forward and backward - at least, if something he likes is taken away, then he will definitely get his treasure back and let the person who took his things have no good consequences, but this time ...Why did he endure it? Is it really, as he said, because Immortal Qingyun's status is too high?

Lu Dishu frowned. He didn't know the correct answer to this question for a while, but he didn't show it on his face. He just hid this something wrong in his heart, and then said to Kong Qing: "It's good to know." Since Kong Qing said so. , don’t blame him for using chicken feathers as arrows.

Sure enough, speaking to the master is still very useful, Kong Qing said nothing.

Seeing this, Lu Cishu coughed guiltily and added: "This year's training for the master has begun. In a few days we will go down the mountain for training."

He originally didn't want to tell Kong Qing this, but if he did it without telling him, Kong Qing wouldn't let him go out. Lu Dishu thought that the stalemate would last for a while before Kong Qing would agree and even decide to practice with him, but it didn't happen.

He just smiled, leaned against the door and spoke in a calm voice: "Yeah, I understand."

Lu Dishu felt that Kong Qing's smile was a bit strange. Combined with Kong Qing's previous behavior, Lu Dishu felt that his behavior was even more inappropriate.

But it was a pleasant thing that Kong Qing didn't keep an eye on him all the time. Lu Dishu didn't bother to think about it that much - he was going to die after going down the mountain anyway. Whether Kong Qing was to blame or not, it had nothing to do with him. So after Kong Qing knew and agreed to his itinerary, Lu Dishu turned around and went to sword practice.

He's going down the mountain to practice soon. He can't even be good at swordsmanship, right?

Lu Dishu had already spotted a location that was remote enough and spacious enough for him to practice sword practice according to the book - he didn't want to practice while Kong Qing came over and did some moves that were actually taking advantage of him in the name of teaching him.

He had a good plan, but the embarrassing thing was that Kong Qing had no intention of teaching him. Several times Lu Dishu saw Kong Qing standing under the tree, but he had no intention of teaching him. He just stayed there. While watching.

Lu Dishu was so flustered by him that he almost hit his foot without holding the sword firmly. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back to avoid seeing blood, and finally his heart beat returned to normal. Just when he was secretly complaining about his stupidity, he heard Kong Qing's laughter again.

Lu Dictionary: "..." He can say that he is stupid, but others can't! Lu Dishu was angry and annoyed. When he looked up, he could only see Kong Qing's leaving figure.

He held the sword and watched Kong Qing leave angrily - for some reason, Sky Qing seemed to be less attached to Lu Dishu these days, although he still hadn't taken off the chain on Lu Dishu that only he could see.

But it's okay, I don't have to deal with him yet. Lu Dishu patted his clothes casually, and then covered himself with the spiritual shield he had recently learned - he always felt like someone was spying on him.

Although it only comes from his sixth sense, before he had no ability to stop someone from looking at him, he could only endure it silently. Now that he has the ability, he can naturally make himself comfortable.

Sensing that the sense of prying eyes had disappeared, Lu Dishu started practicing sword practice again, but he really had no talent in sword practice, and he was not very powerful no matter how he practiced his sword energy.

For a long time, Lu Cishu hugged his sword and sat under a tree to rest, thinking about giving up - he wasn't going to stay here for long anyway, so why would he tire himself out like a dog and lose face? After finishing, Lu Dishu happily threw the sword away.

"Don't treat your personal spiritual sword arbitrarily."

The voice was gentle and sounded familiar. Lu Cishu turned around and saw Qingyun Immortal, dressed in white and smiling gently at him.

He stood under the tree, with white light shining on him, his white clothes fluttering, looking elegant and fairy-like.

But, now that Lu Dishu sees him, he can’t help but think of that night:

Thinking of the voice, tone, and expression of the fairy-like person in front of me at that time, as well as his obvious evil intentions, I rushed forward. However, this person could still say "you should have a good rest late at night" and his innocence.

Lu Dishu didn't know how to face this person for a moment, so he could only lower his head to prevent his strange look from being noticed by him: "I...it's not yet my personal spiritual sword." This sword was given to him by Kong Qing.

"...Is that so?" The Immortal Master had an apologetic smile on his face: "I saw that this sword was extraordinary, so I thought it was your personal spiritual sword."

Lu Dishu said nothing. Fortunately, Qingyun Xianzun was not too pretentious and would not think him disrespectful. Instead, he talked about other things:

"I have watched you practice swordsmanship for a long time, but your posture is still wrong. It must be because no one has taught you. Now that you have joined Qingyun Peak, I can be considered as half of your master. I am qualified to teach you how to practice, so let me teach you. ."

Lu Cishu wanted to refuse, but Qingyun Xianzun said, "I will not lose my Qingyun Peak reputation" to shut him up successfully.

There was no reason to refuse, so of course I was taught the lesson.

Lu Dishu held the sword and felt that he had raised his hand high enough. The sword almost crushed his hand, but he still heard the gentle but insistent voice of the Immortal, "Raise it up."

Lu Dishu tried his best to lift his hand.

"raise."

"..." Forget about fainting. Lu Cishu thought, but he still raised his hand. But before he felt tired, the master sighed helplessly and said: "The height of your hand has not changed!"

"Tsk." Lu Cishu wanted to say that he would not practice anymore - didn't Qingyun Sect have regulations that training disciples can bring a senior brother with them? At worst, he can pay someone to take him, since he has money anyway.

But before the words were spoken, a gentle voice was already approaching. Lu Dishu felt a familiar coldness close to his body, held his wrist and led his hand upward: "Like this." The voice was too close.

Both wrists were held, and the right wrist was touched by something cold and smooth, and the whole person was wrapped in a layer of winter plum fragrance.

Lu Dishu's mind went blank and he couldn't help but tilt his head.

His lips touched something warm and cool.

Lu Dishu raised his eyes and saw his master's face. From this angle, he could even see his master's long and slightly curled eyelashes.

Lu Dictionary: "!!!"