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Hou Tu was puzzled.

These people were noticed by monks with higher levels of cultivation and were taken as slaves and servants.

After all, he was born in a remote one-star city, where the spiritual energy was thin and full of impurities. From the moment he drew the spirit into his body, his aptitude for the path of Taoism was destined to lag thousands of times behind those of the aristocratic immortal families.

Qi Wu Yue clicked his tongue, pointed at himself, and said, "Call me Boss."

He pointed at Xiao Lin again, pondered for a moment, and a hint of evil amusement flashed across his eyes.

"Call him Brother Xiaolin?"

Xiao Lin was helpless.

Hou Tu's younger brother was silent.

Qi Wu Yue said awkwardly: "Ahem... just a joke."

Xiao Lin: "Just call me Brother Xiao."

Hou Tu nodded decisively.

When the three of them came out of the mine, they saw Wang Liu who was guarding outside, and immediately entrusted Hou Tu's younger brother to him for a while.

As for Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin, they used headbands to conceal their auras and directly climbed over the wall into Huo Feng Sect.

Compared with the magnificent and elegant architectural environment of the academy, the Huo Feng Sect is just an ordinary small sect.

However, even if it is a small sect, the territory is obviously not small.

If they didn't have a map and were just searching around, they would probably have to wander around for several days.

So he simply and roughly captured the disciple, put the spirit sword on his neck, threatened him directly and forced him to tell the location of the sect master's residence, training room, meeting hall, etc., then knocked him unconscious and threw him into the mustard seed ring.

Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin went to the conference room first.

He hid his breath, huddled on the roof, pried up a piece of glazed tile and looked down.

The leader of the Huofeng Sect looked like a middle-aged cultivator with a long beard and thin cheeks. He was talking to a group of elders in the council.

They squatted on the roof and eavesdropped for a long time, but could not come up with anything useful.

It's a hypocritical excuse to levy taxes when there's no money.

Donate money for education and pay high tuition for students.

It's all meaningless nonsense.

So he turned around and found the sect master's cave directly.

The sect master's cave is the place with the most concentrated spiritual energy in the entire Huo Feng Sect.

Qi Wu Yue released the white-scaled poisonous snake and found a hidden location, allowing the snake to chew a hole big enough for one person to pass through without disturbing the barrier.

The two of them entered the cave of the leader of the Huo Feng Sect very smoothly, as if they were entering a room in a swaggering manner.

Qi Wu Yue looked around and didn't see anything valuable, so he lost interest.

Xiao Lin used the Phoenix True Fire to sharpen his eyes and saw through the maze, and found a secret door in the cave.

There is also a formation on the secret door, which is a small five elements and eight trigrams formation.

After all, Xiao Lin has inherited the formation. Although he has not started to learn it systematically, some basic knowledge has been imprinted in his mind when he received the inheritance.

In addition, the formation was simple, and it seemed that it was only designed to prevent some clumsy disciples from cleaning the cave, so the little knowledge of the formation that Xiao Lin knew was obviously enough.

They quickly solved the formation and entered the secret door.

Behind the secret door was a long tunnel, pitch black.

The two of them concealed their presence with the help of headbands, so they naturally would not light a light to illuminate the place. After all, there was no way to confirm whether there was anyone behind the secret door.

Xiao Lin could see things in the dark, so it was not a hindrance. He held Qi Wu Yue's hand and walked in front of the tunnel.

There was a winding passage about one kilometer long, and some light appeared in front of the two people.

It is the private treasure house of the leader of Huo Feng Sect.

Those lights are the radiance emitted by various treasures such as spiritual stones and magical instruments.

Qi Wu Yue's eyes lit up instantly.

Move out! Move out, all of them!

He was about to rush over, but as soon as he moved, Xiao Lin held his head in his arms.

"Someone is here." Xiao Lin transmitted the message while inputting more spiritual power into the headband.

The red headband emitted an invisible wave of light, enveloping the two figures.

there.

Under a black-gray soul banner with a strong Yin energy, a gray shadow was sitting cross-legged. He was a skinny ghost cultivator.

His hands were tucked under his wide gray sleeves, and his neck was full of wrinkles of old age.

Despite this, several blood vessels are still prominent enough to be visible to the naked eye.

His entire body was shrouded in black mist-like ghostly aura, like a piece of dry rotten wood with several blood vessels forcibly inserted into it, barely maintaining life.

The energy around him was circulating, and a strange cyclone appeared above his head.

The cyclone was stirring wildly, and a stream of blood was drawn out from the soul flag in his hand and rushed into the black cyclone.

The aura he cultivated had some kind of connection with the Breath-Concealing Technique, so Qi Wu Yue was unable to notice it immediately.

It was probably because the Phoenix True Fire was naturally extremely sensitive to this kind of evil spirit that it reminded Xiao Lin.

But it was obvious that Qi Wu Yue's actions just now had awakened the ghost cultivator. He suddenly opened his cloudy eyes and stopped the circulation of the aura around his body.

The ghost cultivator clenched the black and gray soul flag in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness quickly swept towards the tunnel entrance, where the two were.

His spiritual sense detected no trace of any living being, so he slowly turned back.

Although it was just a false alarm, the ghost cultivator did not immediately let down his guard. Instead, he manipulated his spiritual sense and carefully checked the entire treasure house three times.

Be extremely cautious, leaving no corner untouched and no gap unsearched.

If it weren't for the golden-red headband, a miraculous item that could conceal their aura, they would have been discovered by such a thorough search.

The effect of the golden-red headband in concealing the scent is rare in the world.

Although there are magical instruments that can conceal auras, there is nothing like the golden-red headband that can completely conceal auras and not reveal even a single bit of it.

The ghost cultivator spent nearly half an hour checking the treasure house again and again, then took out a handful of small black and red flags from his storage bag and inserted them around his body.

It seems that those small black and red flags are the protective devices of the ghost cultivators.

Qi Wu Yue's slightly cold face was pressed against Xiao Lin's chest, and through the thin robe, an endless stream of scorching heat was transmitted to him.

Warm and comfortable.

Qi Wu Yue narrowed his eyes and rubbed it with his fair face.

Then his hands were faster than his brain, and he subconsciously pressed the chest under his palm, sighing, "He is indeed a swordsman, very strong."

Then the next second, Xiao Lin's hands on his waist involuntarily increased the strength, and the position fell just at the waist.

Numbness spread from that place, Qi Wu Yue's waist softened and he knelt down subconsciously.

But he failed to kneel.

Because he was held in someone's arms, he was originally using his legs to support himself, but now it was as if he was being held up by someone.

The weight of the whole body is supported by the arm tightly wrapped around the waist.

So the hand that was clasping the waist pressed even harder, and countless inexplicable numbness surged out from that sensitive shallow depression, running up along the spine like thin electric currents.

Qi Wu Yue's breathing suddenly became disordered, and tears spread from the bottom of his eyes.

Such a sensitive part is controlled in the palm of someone's hand.

It's really too exciting.

Can't stand it even a little bit.

The corners of his eyes were stimulated to spread a light red like rouge. He turned his face away, and suddenly exerted force on the palm of his hand that was pressed on Xiao Lin's chest, trying to push the person away, and subconsciously cried out.

release!

Xiao Lin lowered his eyes and leaned forward, blocking the breath that was about to come out and completely drowning it between his lips and tongue.

Their lips pressed against each other, close to the cloud-like softness. He tried hard to suppress the urge to get deeper into the entanglement, and endured until bloodshot eyes appeared.

Xiao Lin calmly rubbed the girl's shiny lips with his lips.

While transmitting the sound into the ears.

"Shh, he's looking over here."

As soon as the voice was transmitted, the intertwined breathing stagnated, and the waist under his palm became even tighter.

It's so thin.

Qi Wu Yue held his nerves tight and endured it again and again, but he really couldn't bear it anymore.

He would rather take the risk of being discovered and go out to chop the ghost cultivator to pieces with a palm than be pinched by someone else and have the flesh on his waist pressed against him.

In addition, I don’t know if it’s because of the Phoenix True Fire, Xiao Lin’s body temperature is high and his palms are hot.

The scorching heat continuously transmitted to that extremely sensitive area.

That feeling.

It’s just that!

"Hand" "Take"

Qi Wu Yue tried to whisper something into Xiao Lin's ear, asking him to take his hand away.

Transmitting sound into the ears is a delicate job. To force the sound into a line, one needs to stretch spiritual energy into a thin gossamer thread.

But his waist and legs were weak, and his spiritual power was a little out of control.

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

Want to curse.

He pinched his nose and prepared to use the simplest, safest, most beginner-friendly method.

Su Bai's palm pinched a strand of snow-white spiritual power, and with shaking fingers she tried to twist that strand of spiritual power into a thin thread.

When Xiao Lin leaned over, a strand of black hair fell from behind his ear.

She was rubbing softly against his palm.

The hair was thin and cool, yet moist and black, gently rubbing against the soft skin on the inside of my wrist, causing an itch that was hard to ignore.

His fingers trembled, and the thread of spiritual power was broken again.

……

After the third attempt to transmit sound into the ear failed.

Qi Wu Yue felt that he was going crazy, so he grabbed Xiao Lin's black hair, stood on tiptoes, pressed his lips and tongue against his, and randomly passed a mouthful of spiritual power to him.

Xiao Lin's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the spiritual power.

A breath of spiritual power mixed with sound spells.

"Hand, move."

Qi Wu Yue's voice sounded in his mind.

I don’t know if it was out of shame, anger, or frustration, but the tone was that of gnashing teeth.

Xiao Lin let him pull the strand of hair as if to vent his anger, and the desire in his eyes became more intense.

The hand holding the waist slowly moved.

down.

The arc is slightly raised and feels great.

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

It was intentional, definitely intentional!

Qi Wu Yue raised his head, his silver eyes filled with accusation.

The silver eyes, covered with water light, are sparkling and crystal clear, like melted silver glass.

How to describe it.

Incredibly beautiful.

Xiao Lin was already finding it difficult to restrain himself, and the thin string in his mind, hanging like a gossamer, seemed to have been torn apart by the culprit's bare hands.

He got excited and took the lips deeper into his mouth.