Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

In his impression, Mo Qianyu would never use such an intimate nickname for two people, but at this moment, these four words were suddenly forced into his ears, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

Due to his stiff posture and stiff neck, he was unable to look directly at the person behind him. The few rays of light from the corners of his eyes could only barely reflect the face of the person behind him.

"You took the wrong medicine, didn't you?" He raised his foot and kicked backwards. Seeing this, "Mo Qianyu" turned around and avoided the attack.

The dirt on the soles of his boots just brushed against the edge of his robe, leaving a gray diagonal line.

"Master, is this how you greet each other when we meet again?"

It's special, loving, and exciting enough, and he's even more excited!

The man looked at the young man opposite with a squinting face. He shouldn't say that he took the wrong medicine. He should have come in a hurry and didn't take the medicine on the way, and he fell down and damaged his brain.

Seeing that he did not respond, the young man pressed closer and closer to where he was. Bai Luoli knew that a head-on confrontation would only result in even more disastrous consequences, so he stepped back a few steps to leave room for maneuver.

Outside the courtyard gate, there was a bamboo fence around the edge, more than half a person's height. There was a pervert in front of him and a deep cliff behind him. His face became more serious and his whole body was tense in a defensive posture.

During the time when the two were in a stalemate, a gust of wind suddenly blew up at the top of the mountain. Since the wind started, the brightness of the sunlight became dim and even the original warmth was replaced by coldness.

"Mo Qianyu" had a pair of upturned black eyes, which took in the man in front of him who looked like a frightened deer.

He was wearing a blue-dyed plum-branch-patterned, cross-collared, right-fronted, wide-sleeved robe, and long curly hair hanging down in front of his waist. The same-colored silk ribbon tied around his waist outlined his curves that would make one want to touch them. Not to mention that face he never got tired of looking at, with his round face shape and innocent eyes. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to destroy his flawlessness.

Bai Luoli's mind was like paste. All the messy thoughts were mixed into a sticky and swollen ball.

This guy is crazy and can do anything. He is a complete lunatic!

He distanced himself from the two people who were leaning on each other, and he thought that the area where he was standing was very safe. However, he didn't expect the young man to have no moral principles and attacked him from behind.

After a moment of trance, the person was no longer outside the courtyard gate. I looked carefully... and found that he was brought to the bedside.

The two arms at the waist were like crab claws, which would not let go until they had grabbed something. The young man's aggressive clone was staring at his weak link, and it was so hard that he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

He knew that there was no escape today. He could either give in or resist. If he gave in, he would not be able to get out of bed. If he resisted, he still would not be able to get out of bed.

Silently and roughly calculating in my mind, based on the man's long-unrelieved frustration, it would take at least three times to get started, eight times to get into the mood, fifteen times to be satisfied, and twenty times to cap it off.

Not an exaggeration, right? After seeing Mo Qianyu's gifted piling tools, he only wanted to say: It's really not an exaggeration!

The auspicious cloud-like jade hairpin in her hair was put away by the man. Without the tool to tie her hair, her black hair, as smooth as the finest ink-colored silk, was spread out on the azure mattress.

He threw all the propriety, integrity, patience, self-denial, dignity and elegance out of his mind.

Before enjoying the food, they had to make sure that no one would disturb them. The silencing barrier outside the bedroom clearly showed that the two of them were openly indulging in sexual intercourse in broad daylight.

The physical strength that is unmatched by ordinary people gives the young man an armor of tireless resistance to fatigue.

Bai Luoli picked up the mask of pain again, and begged for mercy with a series of discordant sounds. Even the most normal and simple gasps had to be completed in several steps.

A scene not suitable for children is being played out in the light blue gauze curtain that is fluttering in the wind.

The air in the room was inexplicably coated with a layer of heat, and sweat soaked his hair and body.

No need to worry about running out of energy, the ultra-long standby mode allows you to last for two hours after a quarter-hour break.

He couldn't handle this overwhelming happiness...

The cleaning work of the person who fainted was entirely handed over to the "culprit". The man's bedroom had two doors, one of which led directly to the courtyard, and when you opened the door you were outside, and the other led to the inner hall, and when you opened the door you were in the hall.

The two doors are located in different directions, which also leads to different exit environments.

The young man felt so ecstatic this time that the pleasure rushing to his head was so great that he felt like he was in the clouds. After the passion cooled down, he embraced his lover with his eyes closed and dived directly into the spirit pool. The water from the mountain spring outside the Sutra Hall was clear and the steam was curling. Taking more baths was good for your health.

From the beginning to the end, the two of them stayed in the room for four days and three nights. The early morning was the time for the two disciples to serve tea and pay their respects. The master had stayed indoors for several days, which inevitably aroused suspicion. He simply said that he was not feeling well and avoided all these red tape.

"It's really strange. How could Master be so ill? He didn't even let us take a look at him. It's been so many days, right?"

On the sword-practicing stage, Jiang Yuning and Chu Yunze had just finished a round of fighting and sat down in a nearby pavilion to take a short break, panting. Hundreds of disciples on the stage were still trying to figure out swordsmanship, simulating actual combat drills, and enriching their practical experience.

After being reminded by his junior fellow apprentice, Chu Yunze also felt that his master had changed a lot in the past few days. In the past, his master would not be so weak as to stay in the room all day unless he was ill. The most important thing was that his master would sometimes let him go to the Hesu Hall to get some food, and he would even choose sour fruits after meals.

"Master seems to have become a different person." He couldn't say exactly what had changed, but his intuition would never lie. Master was still the same master, and the fact that his taste in food was different from before didn't mean anything.

It makes sense that he suddenly wanted to try a new taste. Jiang Yuning rested his chin on the scabbard, his empty eyes gazing at the temple roofs and mountains in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Ye Yifan and Mo Zhiyuan took turns supervising and guiding. He also had time to rest in the middle of the journey. Seeing Jiang Yuning and the others here, he decided to stay here.

"Senior Brother." The two were about to stand up and bow, but Ye Yifan stopped them by waving his hands twice, indicating that there was no need to be so polite between fellow disciples.

Hearing that there was no need for courtesy, the two of them stopped being reserved and slumped down to the gooseneck chairs. Ye Yifan sat on the stone bench in the middle, not with them. He had also learned from these two junior brothers in swordsmanship, and in order to help them improve, he took the initiative to bring up the topic, fearing that they would be too embarrassed to ask questions if they did not understand something, and asked, "Are there any moves of today's Lingfeng Susu swordsmanship that you have not yet fully comprehended?"

The Lingfeng Susu sword technique is an upgraded version of the Fengyin Xiaoxiao sword technique. It can be said that if you want to practice Lingfeng Susu well, the foundation of Fengyin Xiaoxiao must be well built, otherwise the foundation will be unstable and no matter how high the building is, it will fall down due to the wind.

Jiang Yuning was born to be a sword practitioner. He understood the sword arts and sword principles faster than his peers of the same age and level. There was no challenging difficulty for him.

Chu Yunze was much weaker in this aspect. He was naturally not very good at using weapons. If he could not truly comprehend it, he would not be able to use the same sword moves even if he practiced them thousands of times.

The entire Lingfeng Susu series includes six small sword styles. The first sword style is to catch wind and shadows, and emphasizes the word "speed".

The second sword style is for the wind and clouds to disperse, emphasizing the word "force". The third sword style is for the wind and the invincible, emphasizing the word "control". The fourth sword style is for the wind, flowers, snow and moon, emphasizing the word "ease". The fifth sword style is for the wind, emphasizing the word "tame". The sixth sword style, which is also the last style, is the wind blade and frost sword, emphasizing the word "power".

He was currently stuck at the fifth sword style, unable to subdue the unruly wind with the sword in his hand.

His original intention was to find his master to study hard these few days, but his master fell ill and the only chance was wasted.

Ye Yifan is a good brother who is dedicated and responsible. Chu Yunze has been unable to improve to the fifth sword style, so Ye Yifan personally teaches him step by step.

Only after he was sure that Chu Yunze could use it with ease did he feel at ease and let him move on to the next move seamlessly.

The vague outline and texture of "Mo Qianyu" can only be identified by careful observation. The spiritual power he gathered from Bai Luoli is enough for the Mirage Beast to refine two batches of living souls.

He couldn't wait to return to the Demon Palace to show off in front of the other person. The two of them had already reached an agreement in private. Who told him not to keep his word? He doted on his master several times during playtime and didn't allow him to get close to him. It was he who wanted to break the agreement unilaterally, so it couldn't be blamed for his willfulness.

Thinking of Mo Qianyu's expression and emotions when facing this matter, he felt extremely happy.