I Am the Righteous Master

Hearing this, Luo Qingqiu's heart beat a few beats faster.

Although I am dressed neatly now, I am leaning on the man's arms after all.

If the apprentice sees it, his reputation in this life will be ruined.

"Good, be obedient."

With a smile on his face, Jiang Yun got up and pulled her wrist.

With a wave of his sleeve, he put away all the teacups and teapots on the mahogany table.

Luo Qingqiu watched his movements, knew what he wanted to do, bit his lip and turned away.

Jiang Yun turned the face of the country and the city, and kissed her lips...

"Knock, knock, knock..."

In a moment of ecstasy, someone knocked on the door.

"Master, are you there, Master?"

A girl's charming voice came.

"……what?"

Luo Qingqiu, who was dizzy, suddenly woke up, and reached out to push Jiang Yun's chest.

"Quick... go away, Mo'er, Mo'er is here!"

Her voice was flustered, she lowered her voice, and said in Jiang Yun's ear.

"Ah……"

Jiang Yun's expression was subtle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Let her in."

"This, how is this..."

Luo Qingqiu panicked, but was picked up by Jiang Yun and walked towards the bed.

Outside.

Lin Mo'er was a little strange.

It's been such a long time, why hasn't Master answered her yet?

Is the master not in the house?

But the door was obviously locked from the inside, what's more, she heard some rustling noises just now.

Was it a thief?

A ridiculous idea emerged in Lin Mo'er's mind.

"How is it possible, Master is a great cultivator in the Divine Tower Realm, how could anyone dare to steal things from her room."

Lin Moer shook her head.

However, she thought of the masked senior from the Great Xia Dynasty.

It can't be that he wants to steal the secrets of the Black Lotus Sect, right?

"The Great Xia Dynasty is much more powerful than the Black Lotus Sect. How could this senior go to Master's room to do dirty things?" Lin Mo'er denied this guess.

Just as she was thinking wildly, a familiar female voice suddenly came out of the room:

"Mo'er...well, come in."

With a "click", the locked latch in the house was pushed aside with mana.

Lin Mo'er straightened her face and walked in.

The room was neat and tidy, and there was an incense burner on the floor, with a strong aroma.

Lin Mo'er was a little puzzled, Master didn't like to use such overly strong spices before.

After walking a few steps forward, Lin Mo'er found that her master was sitting upright on the bed at the moment.

The light gauze curtain hangs down beside the bed, only the figure of the woman can be seen, as if she is meditating.

Lin Mo'er looked at the master in the light gauze tent, and inexplicably thought of the statues of Guanyin sitting on the lotus platform in the temple.

Chapter 150 Wet... Teacher, so preaching and accepting...

"What's the matter... Huh."

Inside the curtain, the figure seemed to breathe lightly.

"Well... nothing else. It's just that I haven't seen my master for a long time. As a disciple, Mo'er will come to pay her respects anyway."

Lin Mo'er saluted with a sweet smile on her face.

"You and I...between master and apprentice, there is no need...to be so, so formal."

Luo Qingqiu took a deep breath.

"Yeah." Lin Mo'er nodded seriously, with a cute face, "Master is so kind to me."

She sat down at the mahogany table, her arms resting naturally on the table.

"Why is there some humidity?"

Lin Mo'er touched the mahogany table, feeling a little strange.

She twisted it with her fingertips a few times, and felt that the mahogany table seemed to be damp.

It's probably because the southeast wind blows recently, and the weather is relatively humid... Lin Mo'er thought to herself.

After all, Longxiang City is a demonic power, and they don't know how to maintain furniture.

Lin Mo'er reached out and put the incense burner on the table, intending to serve Luo Qingqiu tea, but found that there were no teacups and tea bowls on the table.

"Master, don't you have a teacup here?"

Lin Mo'er said strangely.

"I... my generation of monks, these are all... things outside the body."

Luo Qingqiu's voice was a little intermittent, "We still have to... focus on cultivation."

"That's what the master taught."

Lin Mo'er bowed her head, accepting the teaching with an open mind.

"Well... well, if there is nothing else, you just, just go back..."

Luo Qingqiu's voice came from inside the curtain.

"Report to Master, yes."

Lin Mo'er stood up and saluted, "I have recently studied Daoist scriptures, and I still don't understand some things."

A voice came from the account:

"Where?"

Lin Mo'er heard the words, took out a book from the magic storage vessel, and walked forward.

"do not come!"

Luo Qingqiu tensed up and said sharply.

"what?!"

Lin Mo'er hurriedly stopped, startled.

Then she heard Master's voice:

"I, I'm practicing, it's very important, don't bother me.

Just read it to me right there, just read it to me. "

"Oh, good master."

Lin Mo'er nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and said:

"Mo'er is currently studying [The Art of Birth of the Lotus Heart].

This exercise is about condensing the Tao body and creating vitality. Why does it require the practitioner to be dead in the middle of it? "

"Hiss... you disciples of the Black Lotus Sect are quite studious..."

Jiang Yun, who was listening, gasped.

"Yes... that's right, listen to me."

Luo Qingqiu calmed down and said, "The Art of Birth of the Lotus Heart...is created by me teaching a big...big senior in a critical moment.

That senior alone...one shot, went deep into...the tiger's den, went, went to confront the old enemy, but fell into the enemy's trap.

I thought I was already... at the end of my way, but when I was dying... when I was dying, I created this secret formula..."

"I see."

Lin Mo'er suddenly realized.

I understand why Daozang said that when practicing this heart formula, one must have the will to die in one's heart.

It's just that Master's body seems to be a little unwell, Lin Mo'er thought about it, and decided to ask:

"Hmm... Master, are you alright?"

Luo Qingqiu explained:

"I was injured on the road as a teacher, and I am practicing... to heal my injuries. I need to suppress... the disordered true energy in my body."

Master's voice was intermittent, as if trying to suppress something, which showed that the injury was serious.

"Well, master, did you go to intercept and kill that Xuantian sect son this time... did you succeed?"

Lin Moer asked.

"Of course... it worked."

Inside the curtain, Luo Qingqiu replied, "He has been... suppressed by his teacher."