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Thinking back carefully, this was actually the first time that Lian Zhu Xian had witnessed "passing on skills".

According to storytellers in teahouses in the market, whenever a master or a hero falls off a cliff, a master or some hidden master will emerge from nowhere and pass on his life-long skills to the protagonist of the story.

However, the real people in the fairy sect don't bother to listen to these stories; occasionally they meet a few thin-skinned ones, and they may blush with embarrassment - just because the real "passing skills" is originally such a thing The "not so embarrassing" thing.

In Xiangpei's secret room, the light is dim.Shang Wuyong sat opposite Ren Wuxin, recited the formula silently, and then slowly raised his arms.

Ren Wuxin is a ghost and cannot have direct physical contact with Shang Wuyong.But at this moment, Ren Wuxin also raised his arm, and slowly placed his pale and transparent hand in Shang Wuyong's.

At the moment when the hands seemed to be in contact, a golden rune suddenly lit up on Shang Wuyong's body, spreading from his cheeks all the way to his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, a "virtual image" was separated from his fingertips, and he bent up, holding Ren Wuxin's palm for real.

"Out of body?"

Lian Zhu Xian has already understood the truth - the so-called dual cultivation of human and ghost, the living can only temporarily contact ghosts when their souls leave their bodies and turn into living souls.

I saw Shang Wuyong's soul gradually detaching from the sitting body with closed eyes, like turning into a butterfly.Because it is a living soul, his soul looks very bright, even glowing with a faint golden light.

In contrast, Ren Wuxin's remnant soul, which was about to disappear, was even more bleak and desolate.

"Unintentionally..."

Shang Wuyong gently withdrew his hand with his soulful movement, and pulled Ren Wuxin into his arms, while stroking his hair, leaving a series of delicate kisses on his cheeks frequently.

But Ren Wuxin, whose light was dim, didn't resist, but closed his eyes half-closed, accepting Shang Wuyong's caress very docilely.As if this is the last tenderness between them.

The hug is so long that it seems to have no end, but that alone can no longer satisfy the emotions that are about to overflow.

Shang Wuyong reluctantly moved his lips from Ren Wuxin's cheeks to the corners of his lips, stayed for a while, and then slid from the corners of his lips to his neck.

Immediately afterwards, a small mark lit up somewhere on Ren Wuxin's neck, like a hidden rune.

"...It's the Taoist seal." Feng Zhangjun whispered.

Although Nanzhao didn't talk about dual cultivation, Lian Zhu Xian certainly knew of the existence of the Central Plains Daoist Seal.Under normal circumstances, this is the imprint of the oath of belonging left by the two parties who formed a Taoist couple on each other.

Most of the Taoist seals are invisible on weekdays, but only when stressed or in a good mood, will they be revealed with the ups and downs of emotions.

How is Yan? !

The moment this word popped out of his mind, Lian Zhu Xian immediately felt embarrassed.

Realize that you are about to see something you shouldn't.Instinctively, he wanted to snap his fingers and skip this scene of seeing no evil.However, just as the arm was raised, the wrist was firmly grasped.

The person who stopped him was naturally Feng Zhangjun.

"It's almost the end of Xiangpi here, maybe something critical will happen." Chief Yun Cang reminded in a low voice, "We'll wait a little longer."

"This...isn't it good?" Although Lian Zhu Xian also understood that what he said was reasonable, it was not always easy to do what was reasonable.

Feng Zhangjun asked him back: "Do you want to return without success?"

Lian Zhuxian was really stopped by his question, so he could only calm down again.

In front of his eyes, the bodies of Shang Wuyong and Ren Wuxin had already merged into one, and they hugged each other and lay down on their stomachs.Their black hair is winding and entangled with each other, and they are countless threads of troubles that cannot be solved clearly and are still chaotic.

What happened next made people blush.

Thanks to Shang Wuyong's extremely bright soul, many subtleties have been obscured, and the specific actions between him and Ren Wuxin can hardly be seen clearly.

But even so, Lian Zhuxian still just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

He reluctantly turned his head away, pretending that he didn't care about any movement happening in front of his eyes.

But even if the visual impact is rejected, there are still some other things that cannot be escaped—for example, at this moment, the slowly intertwining whispers in the dark secret room.

This was also the first time Lian Zhu Xian heard such an extremely secretive sound that even made people blush and heartbeat.

The passionate voice was like a soft tongue, piercing straight into his ears.He stretched out his hands to cover his ears, but only then did he realize that his right arm could not move.

It turned out that Feng Zhangjun who was standing behind him never let go of his wrist. Instead, he stretched out his finger for no clear purpose, slid it in along the lower edge of the glove, and gently stroked Lian Zhuxian's palm.

In an instant, a hot feeling exploded in Lian Zhu Xian's chest.It was almost as if someone was holding a feather stained with chili powder and flicking it left and right in his heart.

Is this a tease?A genuine tease, right? !

Lian Zhu Xian's palms were itching so much that he was about to twitch, itching to the point that his bones began to tingle, and his whole body seemed to be floating.

He wanted to remind Feng Zhangjun to pay attention to the occasion, but in the next moment, a louder voice retorted in his head: What's the matter?Anyway, to the outside world, the time in Xiang Peep is almost just a short moment.And even if you really can't hold it, something happens, it will never damage the body in reality.

Not far away, the breaths of Shang Wuyong and Ren Wuxin intertwined and fluctuated, spreading towards this side like a fever.

Involuntarily, Lian Zhuxian felt that his breath was assimilated, and it became hotter and hotter.Those small whispers also slyly wound up, like thousands of flexible tentacles, binding him so that he couldn't move.

The gloves were about to be taken off by Feng Zhangjun, and the itchiness also pervaded Lian Zhuxian's throat, making him want to make sweet noises.

But just before the last bit of rationality was taken off, Lian Zhuxian suddenly remembered an important thing that made his scalp tingle——

Here is Xiangyu, they are watching Shang Wuyong and Ren Wuxin; at the same time, the real Li Tianquan and Dong Xianyuan's disciples are also watching his and Feng Zhangjun's every move.

Considering that he has never encountered a similar situation in Xiangvoi, Lian Zhuxian is not sure whether his body will have any subtle reactions in reality when "something happens" in Xiangvou...

This will not work!

The glove had already been taken off, but Lian Zhu Xian grabbed it.

"...Don't make trouble!"

On any previous occasion, Lian Zhu Xian would have found it hard to imagine saying these two words to Feng Zhangjun.But now, he felt that these two words alone could not fully describe his mood at the moment.

Feng Zhangjun took his hand back very obediently, but before Lian Zhuxian could say more, suddenly, the "critical situation" they were waiting for finally happened.

Ren Wuxin let out a quick gasp, but it didn't sound like the sound of extreme joy.Lian Zhuxian subconsciously followed the prestige, just in time to see Ren Wuxin pushing Shang Wuyong away forcefully.

The golden living soul was pushed back into the body, Shang Wuyong suddenly took a deep breath, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Perhaps because of the teaching of the exercises, he looked much weaker than before, and his face was even as pale as a dead person.

On the contrary, Ren Wuxin's figure is no longer illusory, and it seems that he has indeed gained a lot of cultivation from Shang Wuyong.

But Ren Wuxin's astonishment was obviously related to this.

He almost yelled at Shang Wuyong: "What did you do?! You actually—"

But Shang Wuyong returned him with a helpless smile: "I originally wanted to pass on all my cultivation to you. Although you discovered it halfway, at least you seem to be much better."

"All cultivation bases?!" Ren Wuxin was stunned, "What are you planning to do?!"

"Don't do anything..." Shang Wuyong shook as if he wanted to get up, but his footsteps were unsteady, and he fell back to the ground, "I owe you all these, and I will make up for the loss of your cultivation that I caused you to lose back then."

"...It really is you."

Ren Wuxin's voice sank suddenly, but she couldn't tell how surprised she was.After all, he and Shang Wuyong have been together for so many years, some things may have already been noticed, it's just the difference between mentioning and not mentioning.

There was a dead silence in the secret room, it was clear and silent, but it seemed like the most severe punishment.

Maintaining a slumped posture, Shang Wuyong turned his eyes from Ren Wuxin in front of him to the deeper and darker memories.

"...When I was nine years old, a kite with a broken string flew from the bottom of the mountain. At that time, I was meditating alone on the cable bridge, and I just watched it fly from the town under the clouds. Going higher, higher and higher...

"I can't help but hope silently in my heart, hoping that it can be closer to me, closer, at least so that I can see clearly what a kite is like, and then maybe, I can secretly make one for myself .

"But I never expected that the kite kept flying towards me, getting closer and closer, and finally fell on the cliff under the cable bridge. I was so ecstatic that I did not hesitate to climb the cliff at the risk of falling." Go down, pick up the kite, take it back to the house and carefully repair it with writing paper. But I am reluctant to take it out and fly it, but put it on the desk and watch it all day long.

"One day, when I came back from the library with my books in my arms, I found that the kite on the table was missing. After asking many people, I found out that some older brothers took the kite to play. I chased it in one breath, and it happened to be I saw that the kite's string was torn off by them, and it flew farther and farther in the long wind... and finally disappeared."

Speaking of this, Shang Wuyong sighed, but there was only a wry smile on his face.

"That day was the first time I fought with someone after I became a teacher. One against three, neither lost nor won, but we were seriously injured. All four of us were punished by the master, and we were raised for more than half a month. hurt.

"Half a month later, a disciple who was familiar with me came to me suddenly and said he found the kite for me. I followed him to that place, and found that it was the top of another mountain, and there was no road or rope bridge to go there. The kite was tattered, still forked on the branch, and was wet with dew and moisture, almost as if it had become transparent.

"Everyone persuaded me that such a pile of trash would be of no use even if I took it back. I went to ask the master for help, but the master only told me to learn to let go. So I started to study Yu Jian desperately—you know In Biyunju, it is a spell that only students over the age of 14 should learn. But I learned it in only seven days.

"When the other disciples were still only daring to fly close to the ground, I flew over the Wanren peak alone, and found the tree where the kite was hanging. But with a light touch of my hand, the kite The paper pasted on it melted like rice milk, bit by bit, and fell on the tree, never to be found again."

Speaking of this, Shang Wuyong finally turned his eyes back to Ren Wuxin, and leaned towards him slightly, with a begging expression on his face: "Wuxin, I..."

But Ren Wuxin was still calm, as if he couldn't see any sorrow or joy: "You said that a floating cloud is a floating cloud, and it can't be anything else. What about the kite? Shouldn't it be just a kite?"

"..."

Shang Wuyong's begging expression turned into a sense of abandonment and loss, "You're right, I've been wrong all along. Wuxin, I'm sorry for you."

After speaking, he moved forward slowly, bowed his head, and fell down in front of Ren Wuxin with great reverence.

"Up to now, I don't expect your forgiveness. I just hope that you don't have to punish yourself for my mistakes. From today, I will give you back the freedom you want... because this is the only thing I can give , and you need something too."

Having said that, he took out the elixir from his bosom, and swallowed it in one gulp in front of Ren Wuxin.

The author has something to say: Feng Zhangjun: I still didn’t get it in the end... (regret)

Lian Zhuxian: What are you thinking, we are working! ! !Work! !

Feng Zhangjun: It takes an hour in Xiangpei to do it for a few seconds in reality, what does it matter?

Lian Zhuxian: Not even for a few seconds! ! !A few seconds... It will be even more strange to be seen by others! ! !

Ren Wuxin: Please, brothers, don't mess around in my memory! ! ! !

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Feng Zhangjun really flirts if he wants to, and flirts with ease.

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Shang Wuyong: I choose gg

Ren Wuxin: Forgot about me without authorization, did you ask me? !

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