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At night, the water surface of the West Lake is calm, and a few gentle lotus flowers are swaying under the moon.

The eaves of the Cangjian Villa outline clear edges and corners in the deep night. When the breeze blows, the wind chimes under the eaves ring softly, making a shallow impact sound.

A hand reached out and held the small copper bell, enveloping the sound in the palm of his hand, and gradually died down.

Yang Yi squatted on the roof of the building outside the building, his figure was hidden in the night, thinking of Ye Youqi and Ye Youqi coming south happily to the Tibetan Sword Villa a few months ago, it felt like a lifetime away.

After surviving from the Ten Thousand Poison Pit, he has been very resistant to thinking carefully about his senior brother and master. When he calmed down recently, Fang felt that some hazy thoughts suddenly broke through the ground and grew wildly, becoming a towering tree.

It turns out that the senior brother also has such a fragile appearance, and he can make that kind of groaning sound that can't be said to be pain or pleasure.

The image of carnality replayed in my mind over and over again, burning my heart and fingertips.

It was a feeling that was a little strange to Yang Yi, full of possessive and abusive urges, wished he could tear off his brother's clothes with his own hands, push him down under his body, listen to him cry and beg for mercy, and bite hard His raised neck.

——Such an intense thought frightened Yang Yi himself at first.

Before Pei Qing said that he didn't know what sequelae were lurking in his body, Yang Yi didn't take it seriously at first, but later on a few times he found that when he was emotionally unstable, he would become particularly bloodthirsty and irritable, and it was especially difficult to control himself. It's like splitting into different personalities.

It was as if the resentment and murderous intent of those young people who died in the Pit of Ten Thousand Poisons remained in his body, desperately looking for an outlet to vent.

One night in the Poison Emperor's Courtyard, he destroyed several houses in a daze. When he woke up, he was surrounded by rivers of blood and the stumps of servants, which made him want to vomit.

However, amidst the bloody smell, a strange sense of relief gradually spread.

He thought, there is nothing terrible in killing people, and there is nothing terrible in looting.Since I like senior brother in my heart, then go grab it.Whoever gets in the way... just kill whoever, how simple.

Having figured it out, Yang Yi didn't waste any more time, and went out of the valley alone according to the previous agreement with Shen Yun, and went south to the Hidden Sword Villa.

Although he now has the body of a Gu King who is neither human nor ghost, but his own martial arts are not strong enough, if he wants to rob his master Liao Yungui, it may be a bit difficult.

If she was appreciated by Shen Yun...it would be different.

It was late at night, and the Tianze Tower, where the masters of Tibetan Sword Villas lived, disappeared without the light and shadow of the dancing candles, and everything was quiet.The disciples who watched the night probably didn't know where to hide and relax. Yang Yi went all the way from the building outside the building to the Tianze building, but he didn't see a single person.

He drew out his long sword and thought to himself, Master Ye, although you and I have no grievances or enmities, but if Master Gu ordered you to be killed, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless.

"Who!?" Suddenly, a flash of sword light pierced, and the sharpness almost drove Yang Yi to the back of his heart.He subconsciously rolled over on the spot, and when he looked back, he found that the person who came was actually acquainted.

Hidden Sword Miss Ye San, Ye Chunshen.

Seeing Yang Yi, Ye Chunshen seemed also taken aback: "Young Master Yang? No... What's wrong with your face?"

Xu Shi heard the movement, the candles in the Tianze Building were lit up, and there were footsteps approaching not far away, Yang Yi's heart sank, there were many masters of hidden swords, and now there was a big trouble, no one could be killed, and he would not be able to escape If you drop it, you will lose money.

In a flash of thought, he pulled Ye Chunshen over, put the long sword around her neck, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Miss San, let you go out for me...I can't die here."

Ye Chunshen had already pressed his fingers on the light sword, but he was silent for a while, and then he threw the sword on the ground neatly: "Okay."

She didn't panic about being kidnapped, nor did she angrily reprimand him for being mean and shameless, she was so calm and calm that Yang Yi felt a little guilty: "...Thank you."

While speaking, a middle-aged man walked out of Tianze Building, and a large number of Tibetan sword disciples also surrounded him.

"Let her go!" The middle-aged man is Ye Guliu, the current owner of Hidden Sword Villa, "He Fangxiao is young, and has the courage to enter Hidden Sword Villa at night?"

"When I leave the gate of the villa, I will naturally let the third lady come back safe and sound." Yang Yi led Ye Chunshen to the gate cautiously, "Tonight was purely a misunderstanding. I am a nobody, so the owner of the villa doesn't need to worry about it."

Seeing that the gate was behind him, Yang Yi curled his lips and pushed Ye Chunshen inside: "Goodbye!" After a few ups and downs, he disappeared.

Ye Chunshen didn't turn to look at Yang Yi, and knelt down, "My daughter didn't notice for a while, and she was attacked successfully, please father to punish her."

Ye Guliu snorted heavily: "It's useless if you don't want to marry Tang Zhi. What kind of problem can you solve by doing small tricks? Tangjiabao and Cangjian Villa have been married for generations. You say you won't marry if you don't want to marry!"

The implication is that Yang Yi's appearance today was planned by Ye Chunshen alone.

The starry-eyed woman did not argue: "My daughter and Brother Tang only have a brother-sister relationship, not a relationship between a man and a woman. I also hope that my father will not make things difficult for him."

"You!" Ye Guliu flicked his sleeves angrily, "Foot ground!"

"Two rooms upstairs."

"Okay! This way please!"

A few days ago, Liao Yungui and Ye Youqi heard the news in Chang'an that there was a civil strife among the Five Immortals in Southern Xinjiang.

Song Ziyu had been going to the Five Immortals Sect for a while, and Liao Yungui knew that his friend should have gone to help Ye Youqi find a way to detoxify, but at such a critical moment, there was no news back, which is really worrying.

So the master and the apprentice made up their minds, and there were no other major matters, so they simply went to the southern border to explore the situation and take care of Dr. Song who didn't know martial arts.

Speaking of the life after the two of them became clear-headed, it was really... not much different from before.

Liao Yungui still meditated every day, practiced swords, taught him martial arts, rode horses and drove side by side during the day, and went to the inn to rest in their respective rooms at night. The harmony is still harmonious, but the intimacy like the night of reunion has never been there again.

Could it be that Master regretted it?

Ye Youqi was lying on the bed, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't have the time to meditate. He stroked the cub's fur beside him: "Oh, little Ayao, do you think Master doesn't like me at all? Just looking at me It's poor to coax me..."

Since the little leopard was brought back from Xiaoyao Peak, he was named Ayao directly.

At this time, A Yao didn't understand the master's full of warmth and lustful spring resentment, so he stretched his waist and lazily licked his paws.

There was no sound from the next room, and it was unknown if Liao Yungui had fallen asleep.

Ye Youqi stared at the curtains on the top of the bed, thinking a little depressingly, this is obviously not what is said in the drama, why are people so tired of you and me wishing to get together every day, they even walked side by side on the road with a distance of two Fist distance!

God pity see, even if we can hold hands?

"Ah..." Ye Youqi pulled out the soft pillow to cover his face, rolled on the bed and lamented, "It's so annoying..."

Probably because he couldn't stand the master's churning, A Yao shook his hair, jumped out of bed in disgust, and jumped out of the wooden window facing the aisle.

"...Hey!" Ye Youqi quickly got up and chased after him, "Ayao, don't run around, you..."

The voice was choked, the door next door opened, Liao Yungui stood there, stretched out his hand, A Yao obediently rushed into his arms, squinting his eyes in comfort.

A low voice sounded: "Can't sleep?"

Ye Youqi's eyes fell from Liao Yungui's hair crown to the meticulous neckline, and then to the slender fingers reflected on the black panther's fur, his brain suddenly became hot, and he stretched out his hand to grab the cuff in front of him, and softly said: "Master, I want to sleep with you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ye Youqi realized what the hell he had said, and instantly his neck turned red with embarrassment.

Liao Yungui laughed out loud, "Come in."

The candles in the room were still on, and there were brushes and ink spread on the table. Ye Youqi approached and took a look. It was an unfinished "Pure Heart Judgment".

...I've been meditating here in the middle of the night, this feeling...

Liao Yungui closed the door behind him: "I heard you tossing and turning over there just now, what's the matter?"

Before the words were finished, the eyes suddenly went dark, and the person who had extinguished the candle without saying a word came over and put his arms around his neck: "Master, don't meditate on the scriptures, go to sleep."

Liao Yungui let go of his hand, and Ayao jumped down very consciously and found a comfortable corner by himself to form a ball.He stretched out his arms and hugged the slender waist of the person in front of him, feeling the heat and breathing so close in the darkness, his voice also became hoarse: "Sleep?"

These days, he is also a bit at a loss as to what to do. After the excitement of the reunion day, he always feels that Ye Youqi is still young, and he should spend more time getting used to the relationship between them. It is better not to rush and take it slowly.

On the surface, he has always restrained and kept the etiquette, but in fact, he is also a little anxious for unknown reasons, otherwise he would not be able to meditate on the scriptures.

In the end, this little apprentice... was far better adapted than he thought.

Eyes adapted to the darkness, Liao Yungui looked down at the young man lying on his back on the couch with frowned eyebrows, and his fingers were already on his belt: "Sleeping is not good, why not sleep with me, master."

The long night is just right, so why not hold hands and share Wushan together.