After I woke up, I became a sick and weak beauty

After hearing Meng Hansheng's question, Jun Qing raised his eyes slightly, and then said a few words from his mouth: "Can you avoid it for a while?"

Meng Hansheng froze for a moment.

For some reason, Cai Junqing's raised eyes gave him a slight illusion.

Obviously the person standing in front of him was just a weak young man, but at that moment just now, he almost thought that the person in front of him was a powerful person.

That inviolable aura made people startled.

Meng Hansheng quickly came back to his senses, and saw that standing in front of him was only his newly recruited disciple.

Is that good feeling really just an illusion?

He was thinking like this, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, and he said teasingly: "Why, are you shy?"

Meng Hansheng continued: "You are already my disciple. As the saying goes, you are a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of your life. Why should you worry about such a trivial matter?"

What is inside and outside the words is to let Junqing not care about "being honest" with him.

Suddenly there was a "father", Junqing's brows trembled, and he was a little speechless for a while. At this time, if he made a coy attitude again, it would be unnatural, so he stopped talking with Meng Hansheng and began to take off his clothes. Finally, it is the inner garment that acts as a covering layer.

It's just that the fingertips trembled slightly, ready to use the fingertips at any time.

However, Meng Hansheng's mood was not as indifferent as it appeared on the surface. In fact, after he finished speaking like that, he couldn't help feeling an emotion called embarrassment in his heart.

Yes, it is embarrassing.

Although he had talked a lot just now and showed that he didn't care, but when he calmed down now, he couldn't help but find that there was an ambiguous atmosphere at the scene.

The skinny young man was half undressed, with a look of concern on his face.

His fingers landed on the collar, and with a little force, the light and thin piece of fabric would slide off, revealing the snow-white shoulders.

And the young man lowered his eyelashes, his face was obviously expressionless, but it made Meng Hansheng feel like he was letting others do it.

And he was standing there, if an unknown person broke in, they might think that he was forcing the boy to do something nasty.

This is not right.

Meng Hansheng thought in his heart.

Such an atmosphere can appear between Taoist couples, benefactors and prostitutes in brothels, but it should never appear between a master and his disciples.

But even if you regret it, the words you say are as irrevocable as the water you poured out.

Just as the undercurrent was surging between the pair of "teacher and apprentice", a sound suddenly came from outside.

The originally almost stagnant air was relieved, and the two people present secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Among them, Meng Hansheng was the most. He almost walked towards the door quickly to check where the sound that disturbed them came from. come.

The moment Meng Hansheng left, the movements of Jun Qing's hands stopped immediately.

Jun Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and she pulled on the semi-lala clothes that she couldn't take off again. Then, with a slight movement of her fingers, a small beetle flew towards Meng Hansheng.

The little beetle was only the size of a fingernail, and it just landed on the corner of Meng Hansheng's clothes. In order to prevent it from falling off, the beetle used its six thin legs to hold the clothes tightly.

【What did you put just now? 】Jing Ling's voice sounded and asked.

"Small stuff." Junqing said casually.

His apparently perfunctory attitude made Jingling feel a little uncomfortable, but he had nothing to say, so he could only mutter a few times aggrieved.

Then Jingling suddenly remembered something, and said suspiciously:

【Hey, don't you think the atmosphere was a little weird just now? 】

"What's weird?" Jun Qing raised his eyebrows.

【At once……】

Jingling's tone suddenly became hesitant, as if there was something unspeakable, if he could have a real body now, then Junqing must be able to see his embarrassment blushing.

He was stuck for a long time as if he was constipated, and finally when even Junqing was almost impatient to listen to what he was going to say, Jingling finally spit out those few words:

[Do you think his attitude is a bit ambiguous?He insisted on watching you take off your clothes. Could it be that he has some unhealthy thoughts about you? 】

Junqing paused when she took off her clothes: "What's wrong with you?"

Jingling has never been afraid to speculate on the monks of Tianhaizong with the greatest malice:

[Of course I missed your mind! ! 】

Junqing: ...

With a blank expression on his face, he raised his foot and stepped into the tub.

Jing Ling's words were too straightforward and shocking to the world, so that he didn't know whether he should deny his whimsical idea first, or ask him why he had such an illusion.

No, what is even more surprising is Jing Ling's shy appearance before she speaks, and her filthy and blunt words after she speaks.

Jun Qing sighed for a moment about the divisive nature of Jingling's character and words, and then his consciousness was shocked by the cold psychic liquid, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Very comfortable.

He is really eager for aura, like a plant that is dry and thirsty.

In this room, no one could see such a scene. On the back of the Qingjuan boy sitting in the bathtub, there was a monstrous plant, which arrogantly occupied his entire back.

That plant grew so luxuriantly, and the bright red flowers were so beautiful that it gave people a faint sense of foreboding.

It's as if the plant is rooted in the flesh and blood of a person and takes the human body as nourishment.

Sooner or later, the flesh that served as the soil for its growth would be completely absorbed by nutrients and wither away.

The spiritual energy provided by various spiritual materials in the spiritual liquid continuously poured into Jing Jing's body.Icy forest leaves.forestry.At this time, it makes people who are immersed in it.Feel the hot temperature.That was the illusion created by the aura flowing through the spiritual veins.

Jun Qing endured the blazing heat, and the ominous thing on his back bloomed more and more brilliantly.

Although soaked in the spiritual liquid to absorb spiritual energy, Jun Qing's consciousness was not fully placed here.

Most of his spiritual consciousness was allocated, not only to pay attention to whether someone outside would suddenly come in and see such a strange scene, but also to observe the unexpected event that could suddenly call Meng Hansheng out.

Junqing could see that Meng Hansheng stretched out his hand after he went out. There was a snow-white bird hovering in the sky. It looked like a falcon in appearance. After seeing Meng Hansheng's movements, the falcon fell down and landed on his wrist. .

And although the falcon was lifelike, Jun Qing could tell at a glance that it was not a living thing.

Because he didn't feel any breath of life on the bird, and if he observed it carefully, he could find that it was actually an extremely exquisite magic weapon, and the workmanship was so fine that it could be mistaken for the real one.

Such instruments are rare, and the function of this kind of thing is obviously used to transmit information, and it must take a lot of effort to make such a delicate appearance.

But if it is only used to send messages, it would be a bit of a fuss.

Or, for the person who made this magic weapon, this kind of thing is just commonplace for him?

Jun Qing pondered silently in her heart while paying attention to Meng Hansheng's expression.

Meng Hansheng first pressed the bird's head expressionlessly, and then a human voice came out.

"Please come to the main hall, Peak Master Meng." That voice said.

After finishing speaking, the falcon flapped its wings. Using Meng Hansheng's arm as a point of strength, it jumped into the air and flew into the sky like this.

After the bird flew past, Meng Hansheng's complexion visibly changed.

It seemed that something happened that he didn't like.

Jun Qing pinched his fingertips while thinking, to prevent Meng Hansheng from returning to the house suddenly, but the latter just beckoned to a Taoist boy, told him to take care of the situation in the house, and then stepped on the flying sword and flew away.

Jun Qing rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

That Daotong didn't even have a foundation, and he could reach the second level of Qi Refining. As soon as he came in, he was fainted by Junqing, and then he was placed by the door.

Jun Qing intentionally confused her memory a bit, so that when he woke up, he would only think that he was lazy and slipped to sleep, and it was naturally impossible for Dao Tong to tell Meng Hansheng that he was lazy, so as long as Jun Qing did not have any accidents, Things will be perfectly covered up.

After soaking in the spiritual liquid for a while, I saw that the emerald green liquid had turned slightly whitish, which meant that the spiritual energy in it was almost absorbed.

Once the spiritual energy is exhausted, the bucket of spiritual liquid is nothing more than a bucket of clear water. If people know the speed of spiritual energy absorption, they will definitely feel quite scary.

While waiting for the absorption of the spiritual liquid, Junqing adjusted his mind to connect to the little beetle on Meng Hansheng's clothes.

That little bug has no will of its own, nor does it have aura, unless it is directly seen by the naked eye, it will never be discovered by anyone, so it is very safe.

And Junqing put his own ray of consciousness on it, and he could hear and see what happened to Meng Hansheng.

The field of vision dimmed slightly, and the scene in front of him had turned into the main hall of Haizong that day. Meng Hansheng appeared in the hall, facing several elders, his expression became condensed, and the soft smile that always appeared on his face disappeared.

And the real Jin Hong, who seemed to have a good relationship with him, was standing beside him, showing a posture of protection. The relationship between the two parties seemed very tense, and it seemed that a little carelessness would trigger a fire.

This was obviously not an easy scene, it seemed that Meng Hansheng was being questioned by those people.

At this time, the spiritual liquid had been absorbed, and Jun Qing walked out of the bucket, but his expression moved slightly, and he raised his hand to stroke his back gently.

Although he couldn't touch anything, Junqing's heart felt a little heavy.

There is no best of both worlds in this world. Although the demon plant on his back has brought many benefits, it naturally has side effects.

The speed at which it absorbs spiritual energy is getting faster and faster, and it will never be satisfied, and it cannot be removed before Junqing achieves its goal, so it can only be "raised" all the time.

If it goes on like this, one day it will become unable to satisfy its appetite.

Junqing had a little concern in his heart, but things with Meng Hansheng seemed to be getting worse.

"Peak Master Meng, on the day Jingling disappeared, I heard that you prevented Daoist Jin Hong from interrogating the people present, but so far there has been no sign that Jingling was taken outside the sect. I think...you are very suspicious. ah?"