Forced Vest [Rebirth]

Feng Zhiyuan shook his head, clearing away his chaotic consciousness, and then, staring at the ground, said in a calm tone: "Master, now you need to help the disciple practice, refining...your Yuanyang."

Demon Venerable Yuan Yang is in Feng Zhiyuan's soul, Feng Zhiyuan can't refine it at all if the Demon Venerable doesn't use his kung fu.

Hearing this, Feng Xuzhi snapped his fingers, and then, with a long leg, he stepped down from his seat.

"You're right, let's get started."

In the inheritance of the sword tower, there are various insights into the way of the sword, and there are even insights into the dual cultivation of the way of the sword.

Bai Linxuan and Yu Ran were originally a couple of dual cultivators who had integrated the Dao of Sword. Feng Xuzhi and Feng Zhiyuan accepted almost all of their inheritance, and since then they have also inherited the dual cultivation of sword and sword.

Dual cultivation requires the entanglement of spirit and soul, and the stronger party guides the weaker party to practice kung fu. When practicing kung fu, the two people's perception of the Dao can be temporarily integrated to promote practice.

When doing this, Feng Xuzhi can refine Yuanyang, and get twice the result with half the effort.

Refining Yuanyang requires contact between the two of them, Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at Feng Xuzhi who was expressionless, and slowly took off his clothes.

Before Feng Xuzhi could react, he saw Feng Zhiyuan raised his head, pursed his red lips, and walked towards him.

The snow-white feet stepped on the peacock-patterned carpet in the hall, and the movements were light and sensitive like a cat.Feng Xuzhi lowered his eyes, for a moment he couldn't see whether the carpet was more eye-catching, or the feet that stepped on it were more eye-catching.

Soon, Feng Xuzhi discovered that the feet that stepped on the stall should be whiter. They were as white as jade, and their nails were like flower petals, but they contained the strength unique to men.

At this moment, those feet stopped in front of Feng Xuzhi.

"Master, let's begin."

The young man's voice was like melting ice and snow, Feng Xuzhi was taken aback, and retreated subconsciously.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Xuzhi with thin red eye ends. Those eyes were clearly clear and cold, but Feng Xuzhi saw a hint of teasing in them.

Feng Xuzhi's eyes fell on the young man.

Compared with the illusion, Feng Zhiyuan's figure is smoother now, with broad shoulders and narrow back, ape-backed waist, every inch of the line is just right, those flexible arms are stretched, encircling Feng Xuzhi's neck: " Master, what are you thinking, practice your skills."

After experiencing a mirage, the originally shy young man changed completely. Even with blood dripping from his earlobe, he could call Feng Xuzhi with a cold and serious face.

When I was named one of Xu, I felt a little pressure.

"Zhiyuan, you don't need to practice kung fu...so...it doesn't matter if you have obscene clothes."

Feng Xuzhi pushed Feng Zhiyuan away, raised his hand to pick up the clothes on the ground, and put them on Feng Zhiyuan's body.

Disappointment flashed in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, and he groaned: "If you are a double cultivator, you will get closer this way, and the effect should be better. Master, you might as well take off your clothes."

Seeing the troubled look on Feng Xu's face, Feng Zhiyuan said gently: "Anyway, Master and I have been honest with each other several times, I don't think there is any problem, does Master think there is any problem?"

This stopped Feng Xuzhi from asking.

That's right, he has done everything he should do in the illusion, now it's just like this, it's just practicing, what is he struggling with?

Just as Feng Xuzhi raised his hand to untie his belt, he quickly realized it.

Isn't it more embarrassing because they crossed the line and did everything?Now when he sees his disciples, he thinks of everything that happened in the illusion, so how can he teach his disciples?

Feng Xuzhi's face was serious, and he raised his hand to press Feng Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Apprentice, I think you should understand after this experience that men and women should not kiss each other! Put on your clothes!"

Feng Zhiyuan: "..."

He could only put on his clothes, then sit down cross-legged, and practice purely face to face with the master.

Feng Xuzhi pressed his palm on Feng Zhiyuan's lower abdomen, and at the same time, released his spiritual consciousness, blending with Feng Zhiyuan's consciousness.

Feng Zhiyuan completely let go of his spiritual consciousness, and Feng Xuzhi's spiritual consciousness was tyrannical, even if he carefully restrained it, he still carried a violent air.

However, Feng Zhiyuan reacted very quickly, he quickly wrapped Feng Xuzhi's consciousness with his consciousness, and danced with Feng Xuzhi's consciousness.

In an instant, the sea of ​​consciousness was shaken.

At the same time, Feng Xuzhi discovered...he made another mistake!

The two of them practiced the dual cultivation technique at the same time. After the consciousness was entwined, Feng Xuzhi's consciousness body danced with Feng Zhiyuan, and the impact that followed was a thousand times stronger than the one they crossed the boundary before.

Feng Zhiyuan's eyes were lost, he whimpered, his body trembled, and he collapsed into Feng Xu's arms.

Feng Xuzhi himself was also dripping with cold sweat. He concentrated and calmed down, performed exercises to refine Yuanyang, supported Feng Zhiyuan with one hand, and tried his best to resist the turbulent waves in his consciousness.

Tears welled up from the corners of Feng Zhiyuan's eyes, and the blood stained his whole body. He said in a trembling voice, "Master..."

The reason why monks use the dual cultivation of consciousness is firstly for the convenience of cultivation, and secondly because the dual cultivation of consciousness brings a stronger sensory impact than the dual cultivation of the body.

The monks' souls are powerful, especially those who conceive babies. The souls are equivalent to another stronger body. The consciousness of the two monks is blended, which is naturally incomparable to other intimate behaviors.

However, as a single dog, Feng Xuzhi didn't know this at all.

He thought that the entanglement of consciousness during dual cultivation is no different from using consciousness to induce disciples to cultivate. How could he expect that when performing dual cultivation, the entanglement of consciousness is like a collision of water and fire, resulting in such an abnormal change.

Feng Zhiyuan curled up in Feng Xuzhi's arms, leaning his head on Feng Xuzhi's shoulder, breathing in embarrassment, the scorching breath brushed against Feng Xuzhi's ears, the youth's misty eyes opened, and he hugged tightly Touched Feng Xuzhi's neck.

"Master..."

Feng Zhiyuan called out in a low voice, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick Feng Xuzhi's ear.

Feng Xu trembled.

After all, his soul was stronger than Feng Zhiyuan, and his expression was still clear. Seeing that his disciple was completely lost, Feng Xuzhi sighed, thinking that it was really over.

He raised his hand to clasp Feng Zhiyuan's waist, held him in his arms, and pressed one hand on Feng Zhiyuan's lower abdomen, urging the exercises to refine Yuanyang.

The exercises were performed over and over again, and at the same time, Feng Zhiyuan stretched his neck like a swan weeping, tears fell down his chin and onto Feng Xuzhi's neck.

It can be seen that Feng Zhiyuan was really bullied ruthlessly.

"Zhiyuan, you'll be fine soon."

The veins on Feng Xu's forehead were bulging, and his eyes were faintly red. He tried his best to suppress the impulse and practice the exercises.

After a long time, Feng Zhiyuan wept and called out "Master—" and his body trembled.

At the same time, a faint smell appeared in the air.

Feng Xuzhi looked at Feng Zhiyuan, whose cheeks were flushed and his body was in a mess, completely limp on his body, he let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his hand to stroke Feng Zhiyuan's wet long hair.

He knew that he and Feng Zhiyuan could never go back.

Feng Zhiyuan was emotional.

The double cultivation method has such a strong effect on the monks who are in love with each other. Feng Xuzhi does love his disciples, but his love is too complicated, mixed with the appreciation of the previous life, the love of this life, and the evil in the illusion Yang Cuo's guilt, his feelings for Feng Zhiyuan, were not purely a master-student relationship.

But it is not the love for lovers.

He himself couldn't explain this complicated feeling. He thought that Feng Zhiyuan should be the same. After all, Feng Zhiyuan cultivated the way of ruthlessness. Dao has completely turned into the Dao of Extreme Love.

Thinking of Feng Zhiyuan's various actions, his normal reaction to being bullied when he came out of the illusion, and the young man's such strong response during the double cultivation, Feng Xuzhi finally understood that he had lost his mind from the beginning.

He is a fake Duanxiu, but Feng Zhiyuan is a real Duanxiu.

What made him even more incomprehensible was that the person Feng Zhiyuan liked was actually him.

So, the good student suddenly became gay, what is the reason?

Feng Xuzhi looked down at Feng Zhiyuan who was still trembling slightly from the aftertaste, sighed, and lowered his head to kiss Feng Zhiyuan's sweaty forehead.

Feng Zhiyuan was absorbing Feng Xuzhi's Yuan Yang, coupled with the strong impact on his soul, he was extremely tired, looked at Feng Xuzhi with water-colored eyes, then closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Xuzhi picked up Feng Zhiyuan, used a cleansing technique to clean Feng Zhiyuan's body, and then put on a new vestment for him.

Sitting next to Feng Zhiyuan, Mozun began to think about life.

Thinking about these things before and after his rebirth, he deviated from the original direction inexplicably.

He thought that Feng Zhiyuan was supposed to be a heartless person who didn't want to be disturbed by love, and even killed Qu Yiru.But in fact, it is impossible for Feng Zhiyuan to fall in love with a woman. Because he is the reincarnation of a war ghost and he has fused the most yin Youying Soul Jade, his sexual orientation is naturally a man with yang attributes.

And Feng Xuzhi's body is exactly the body of the most yang.

As for Feng Zhiyuan's killing of Qu Yiru in his previous life, it was not only love that was the main reason, but the most important thing was Qu Yiru's character. Feng Zhiyuan couldn't bear it, so he killed him.

Feng Xuzhi also remembered one thing.

He lowered his eyes to look at Feng Zhiyuan for a while, then leaned over, put his hands around Feng Zhiyuan's waist, and measured the other's wrist and ankle with his hands, finally, his gaze slid from Feng Zhiyuan's waistline to his toes.

After a while, Feng Xuzhi came to a sudden: "That's right! So you and I met earlier than I thought, no wonder we met for the first time, you look like you have seen a ghost..."

When he came out of the illusion, he felt that Feng Zhiyuan's waist was very familiar to his hands, and the monk's perception was quite keen. He couldn't help recalling the chaotic dream when he got the carnival bell.

The person in the dream is indeed Feng Zhiyuan.

It is the current Feng Zhiyuan, and it is also the Feng Zhiyuan who lurked into the Demon Realm in his previous life to assassinate him, but for some reason he did not do it in the end.

Presumably, it was He Huanling who dragged Feng Zhiyuan into his dream, and the reason why Feng Zhiyuan was dragged into his dream was because the male dancer he remembered vividly before his rebirth was Feng Zhiyuan who had sneaked into the Demon Realm.

The opponent's figure, movement, waistline and long legs are exactly the same as Feng Zhiyuan's now, so it can also explain the complex emotions on Feng Zhiyuan's Bingshan face when he and Feng Zhiyuan fought for the first time before rebirth.

Feng Xuzhi felt very complicated at the time. He held his chin and thought for a while, and finally came to a conclusion-could this be the legendary marriage destined by heaven?

He travels back and forth again, playing around, in fact, just to make love with Feng Zhiyuan and get the sword tower?

This conjecture caused Feng Xuzhi to fight coldly, he got up and muttered: "This deity is also in a daze, that's all, since there is no room for turning things around, I just follow my apprentice."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it, and felt that it seemed to be pretty good?

After all, he ate people into his mouth, and he ate them twice, and the apprentice didn't reject him. He undressed and teased him, just wanting to do something cross-border with him.

He also admired Feng Zhiyuan very much, before he was reborn, he had a faint liking for him, in the illusion he could straighten and bend instantly, but now that he is out of the illusion, he has done everything that should be done, that is, the bend is more thorough.

As for returning to Earth——

Feng Xuzhi thought about it carefully. He could travel back, and his apprentice was reincarnated as a war ghost. Come to think of it, collect the Qi Soul Jade, and integrate the avatar and body into the main body. It can be done.

Feng Xuzhi has always been unafraid of hardships and dangers, thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt enlightened.

So, as soon as Feng Zhiyuan woke up, he saw his master sitting beside him, and said with a serious expression: "Zhiyuan, are you willing to make a Taoist companion contract with me and become a real Taoist companion?"

Feng Zhiyuan: "...Master, am I dreaming again?"

He couldn't figure it out, why did the master enlighten himself after just sleeping?

The look in Feng Zhiyuan's eyes was too bewildered, Feng Xuzhi couldn't help but smile, he raised his hand to pinch the young man's chin, and gently held up that increasingly handsome face.

"Zhiyuan, you practice the path of extreme affection, right?"

Feng Zhiyuan's long eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips, his eyes turned to one side, staring at the edge of the window next to him.

"……Yes."

The corner of Feng Xuzhi's mouth curled up slightly, he stroked Feng Zhiyuan's chin with his fingertips, and continued: "You still love this deity, don't you?"

Feng Zhiyuan's body trembled, and he grabbed the brocade quilt under his body with both hands.

His face turned pale, and after a while, he said dryly, "Yes, this disciple loves Master."

Feng Xuzhi let out a low laugh, and traced Feng Zhiyuan's graceful neck all the way down with his fingers, opening his skirt.

Pressing the palm of Feng Zhiyuan's heart, Feng Xuzhi said slowly: "Since that's the case, wouldn't it be great for this deity to form a Taoist companion with you?"

Feng Zhiyuan's heart was beating wildly, he couldn't stand the Demon Lord with this appearance.

In the illusion, the flirtatious swordsman teased people, leaving Feng Zhiyuan completely powerless to resist. Now the Mozun's skill is even stronger, his movements are careless, his eyes are indifferent, but Feng Zhiyuan's body is paralyzed.

He had a premonition of something, a blush appeared on his skin, his face was gloomy, but his voice was weak and weak: "I think that the master is not in the mood to love, and will feel that the disciple's unreasonable love is a burden on the master."

"Huh? Going against common sense? What this deity does most often is to do things that go against common sense. Common sense is nothing to me."

After Feng Xu's intentions were moved, he would no longer hide his emotions. He gently twitched the slightly trembling Zhu Rui, making the young Xueran's face completely blush.

"Master... Master..."

Feng Zhiyuan said in a little panic.

Feng Xuzhi pointed his finger down gradually: "Zhiyuan said that you had a dream, if I guessed correctly, in the dream, you held the deity like this?"

Feng Zhiyuan trembled.

He turned completely red into a ripe shrimp, curled up his body, and tremblingly said: "Master...you...don't bring such ones!"

Earlier, he regretted that the master didn't open his mind, he had an elm head, but he never thought that once the demon master, who had been known for 800 years, opened his mind, it would be a big deal.

Mozun played casually for a while, changed the place of his fingers, and rubbed gently.

He said quietly: "Actually, except for Yuanyang's strength at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the second and third times are all great supplements. Do you want to try Zhiyuan?"

Feng Zhiyuan raised his hand to cover his lips, bent his legs and wrapped them around Feng Xu's waist.

The enlightened gangster Mozun put his finger in, obviously knowing that he would not refuse.