Intercept the little junior sister [Honghuang Fengshen]

Anyone who has experienced Fengshen, who doesn't know that after the two battles of Zhuxian Formation and Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, Sanqing has turned against each other?Anyone who has served in the Heavenly Court in the first 200 years, who doesn't know how serious the suppression of Jiejiao Immortal is by Chanjiao?

Coincidentally, Chanyu has experienced both.It is also known that the sage of the Shangqing was injured by the Meteor Saint Pill in terms of soul and body, and the serious injury has not healed yet.Even if you don't do it, it's not good to hurt your mood.

She anxiously pushed open the palace door and entered, in her anxiety, she didn't notice that Lingwei behind her held Xuanyan who wanted to come in with her.

"Master—"

The footsteps were light and approaching, and the woman's voice already contained worry and anxiety.

The doors and windows of the main hall were closed tightly, and the bright pearl of illumination was also very dim today for some reason.In the dark hall, I saw a man in green clothes sitting on the ground, holding a sapphire jug in one hand and a jade cup in the other.Leaning half against the beams and pillars, he seemed to be unable to support himself while sitting upright.

Long ink-like hair draped over his shoulders, covering half of his face.The other half of the face is also covered in shadow and cannot be seen clearly.All he could see was pale, almost transparent skin.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, he threw the jade cup in his hand.The voice was impatient, and a little drunk, annoyed,

"What else do you want to say? Get out!"

The crisp sound of the jade cup falling to the ground made Chanyu's heart skip a beat.

Taiqing and Yuqing thought they had already left, she broke in impulsively, but now she is in a dilemma.

She rejected the saint that day and left resolutely.But now she is back again—Master, would you like to see her?

She stood there, hesitating for a long time.

The leader, who pretended to be drunk, frowned and covered his eyes.Could it be that throwing the cup scared her?After thinking for a moment, he raised the flagon at hand, raised his head and took a few sips.

I don't know if I choked on drinking too quickly, or if it caused the injury.The saint suddenly raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed hard.

The amber liquor slid from the corner of his mouth, down his neck, and into his clothes.In the dim light, he could be seen wiping the corner of his mouth with a trembling hand, and the back of his hand was stained with blood.

Chanyu's breath was stagnant, and she didn't care about any hesitation, she came to the saint's side in two or three steps, and took his hand that was still holding the wine pot.

"Master, stop drinking."

The interrupted saint raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were hazy and slightly drunk.He frowned slightly, as if annoyed. "Not yet..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Chanyu's appearance clearly.

The original expression of frowning impatiently was relieved the moment he saw her, and a gleam of surprise appeared in the blur.

"It's you--"

He seemed in disbelief.The hand held by Chanyu shook slightly, tremblingly wanting to touch her face.

But perhaps because he was drunk, he didn't meet her twice.

The brilliance in the young man's eyes dimmed again, and he shook off her hand feebly. While coughing lightly, he mumbled to himself, "Ahem, I'm really drunk...she won't come back..."

Then, I went to get the wine again.

That appearance made Chanyu's chest tight and her heart throbbing.

She bit her lip, and pressed the leader's hand for the second time, preventing him from taking back the flagon.

"You can't drink any more."

The real touch made the saint's body freeze.He shook his head, and the woman's delicate face was reflected in his hazy eyes.

"You still here?"

Mutter this sentence.All of a sudden, the leader who had just looked at the weak leader didn't know where the strength came from, so he grabbed the hand held by Chanyu and pulled her back into his arms.

The strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils, and with Chanyu's cultivation level, just smelling the smell of alcohol made her dizzy.

She was held tightly by the saint's arms, and her body was close to him, as if she was embedded in the saint's arms.Can't break free.

"Don't go..."

The hoarse voice was drunk, in a trance, and a little fragile.

Chanyu raised her head from the leader's arms, and was meeting those blurred eyes.

He looked a little thinner than before she left.The lip color is extremely light, the skin color is almost transparent, and the blood stains at the corners of the mouth are even more shocking.In You Yi's eyes, there was sadness in the blur.

This appearance made Chanyu's heart tremble with pain, and her eyes turned red instantly.He didn't struggle when he was hugged tightly, he just pulled out his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of the saint's mouth with his slender fingertips.

"You are still injured, how can you drink alcohol?"

There is deep concern and distress in the soft complaint.

The young man stared blankly at her movements, thinking it was because he was drunk, he paused for two breaths before reacting.

Immediately turned his face sideways, avoiding her fingers.

Eyelids lowered, voice hoarse,

"Since you have never had affection for being a teacher, you shouldn't come back... let alone do such a thing..."

He coughed softly and slowly opened his arms.

"Hey, you'd better go...don't let me misunderstand..."

It's really a perfect implementation of whether you want to welcome or refuse.

With this appearance, how can she not be arrested?

"No, Master!" She said this eagerly, and stopped the saint.

She pursed her lips, still a little shy.In a very thin voice, "It's not like it never happened..."

A faint light flashed in the saint's eyes.Pretending not to hear what she said, coughing, and took the flagon in his hand.

Glancing at Chanyu, he lowered his eyes.The voice seems to be laughing, but it is sad for no reason,

"My younger brother turned against my elder brother. As a teacher, I failed to protect my disciples and let them go away... For you... Oh, it has never happened... You go."

That demeanor and tone, full of loneliness.

In Chanyu's eyes, she really felt distressed.

"Master is the best, how can you underestimate yourself."

Just because his words and meanings are advancing layer by layer, Chanyu can also hear that what he cares most about is her own sentence "I have never given birth to affection".My heart ached, and I was moved and rejoiced by the saint's affection.

It is said that wine is strong and cowardly.

Taking a deep breath, Chanyu snatched the jug from the teacher's hand, put it to her lips, and took a big gulp.

The warm wine entered the throat, and immediately turned into acrid alcohol, and burst out a very pungent irritating gas on the tip of the tongue.

The smell of alcohol rushed to the head, and he was drowsy, like a dream or waking up.The pungent taste seemed to really dispel the fear and bring her courage.

Throwing the jug away, Chanyu shook her head vigorously, only then did the shadows of the three masters in front of her briefly turn back into one.But then it changed back again.

"Master...Master..." She took the saint's hand and blinked vigorously.

She nodded her little head forward, and her body was already shaking.

A blush spread across her cheeks, her almond-shaped eyes were hazy and watery.Drunk as if.

With her cultivation base, it is impossible to resolve this level of alcohol.So different from the pretentious leader, Chanyu is really drunk on one sip.

Shangqing Shengren firmly caught her swaying body, and couldn't laugh or cry at her sudden manipulation.

"Why are you drunk..." Do you want to continue?

But Chanyu didn't care so much, with the courage of drinking, she staggered and stretched her arms around the saint's shoulder.With a [-]% drunk, trying to take advantage of the courage now, eagerly confessed,

"Master...it's not like I've never had... a disciple... who really likes Master...especially likes..."

Hearing these words, the eyes of the sage of Shangqing suddenly brightened, as bright as stars, how could he still be half drunk?

Pulling the little apprentice into his arms, his voice was low and full of surprise,

"Say it again, boy. Who do you like?"

"I like Master..."

Chanyu pursed her mouth, looking at the sage aggrieved.Those eyes were red, and big teardrops gushed out from their sockets, crying,

"But I'm afraid...I'm not good enough for you...I'm afraid Master will...regret it...don't want me..."

At this time, she didn't know whether she was awake or in a daze, so she simply wanted to take this opportunity to pour out all her heart.

"Master is so good...it should be like that, only the jades in the world are worthy...I'm low in cultivation and can't do anything...I'm just a mortal girl...and I had a relationship with Tu Xingsun who explained... "

Speaking of this, her tears flowed even more fiercely, like a pear blossom in spring raining, throwing herself into the arms of a saint, aggrieved and pitiful.

Hearing what she said, the leader knew that she was afraid and wronged in her heart, so she must have something to say, so she didn't interrupt.

Gently patted her shoulder.Even though he knew that she was drunk at the moment and was afraid that it would be difficult to be obedient, he still couldn't help but tell her in a gentle voice,

"You are very good, you don't need to compare with anyone. The only thing I like is you..."

Sure enough, the little apprentice didn't listen to his words, and continued, "It's so sad to leave the master... I worry every day... I want to come back... I want to be satisfied with the master... Just be a disciple..."

The saint shook his head, "How can I do that? As a teacher, I made up my mind to marry you as a Taoist companion."

After all the bitter tricks have been used, how can he just be a disciple?

"Master..."

The woman in his arms suddenly raised her head, tried her best to open her drunken eyes, and took his hand and placed it on her chest.

"Here... every time I see Master hurt... it hurts... don't drink, don't be sad, okay?"

She really put him in her heart, and she couldn't forget him even when she was drunk.

The eyes of the sage of Shangqing are bright and full of joy.

"Okay... I will listen to you..."

He answered hoarsely.He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss the little girl's bright red lips.

The faint aroma of wine flows between the lips and teeth.Wine doesn't make a man drunk, but kisses make him drunk.

Ruanxiang in his arms made him so drunk that he even wanted to tear her into his belly and rub her into his flesh and blood.can never be separated.

After a while, the sage looked at the little apprentice who had fallen asleep, and fell silent.

But he shook his head, sighed lightly, and smiled again.

Then he picked up Chanyu horizontally and put her on the cloud bed.The alcohol smell that could not be digested in her body was removed first.

After watching the woman cry, An Ran's sleeping face.He couldn't help but kissed her rosy cheeks and plump lips.The more you kiss, the more passionate you become.

He was not willing to wake her up, so he had to imprison the little apprentice in his arms, tightly fitting his body, and fell asleep hugging each other.

Because all the smell of alcohol was gone, Chanyu only woke up after an hour's nap.

As soon as the conscious side returned to the cage, various memory fragments were picked up intermittently.

Drunkenness, Confessions...and Saints' Responses...

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her senses returned.Then she realized that she seemed to be wrapped in her arms, enveloped in the clear and refreshing breath, and the touch of the buttocks being pressed together made her feel ashamed and ashamed, and even wanted to fall asleep again.

She moved uncomfortably, and the saint's arms surrounding her suddenly tightened, her breath burning hot.

A hoarse voice reached her ears, telling her, "Don't move..."

Chanyu is not an innocent girl, how can she not know why the saint came here?

It's strange to say that in the past, whenever she thought of this matter, she would feel disgusted and disgusted, and she could never forget the resentment of being tied up and humiliated.

But now that the object was changed to a sage of the Qing Dynasty, not only did she not feel sick, but an unprecedented heat surged all over her body.Her body was as soft as a pool of spring water, as if she was no longer herself.

The two love each other, is that so?

She sighed softly and opened her eyes.It was facing the dark eyes under the sword eyebrows.

"Master..."

The woman's fair cheeks were blushing, her red lips were lightly pursed, and her eyes rippling with autumn waves were timid and embarrassed to look at him.

This shy gesture made him hug Chanyu tightly, the corners of his eyes turned red, and his reaction became more and more intense.

Burying her breath into her hair, sniffing the quiet fruity fragrance, said in a hoarse voice,

"I am wronged, let me hug you for a while..."

Sensing the change in the leader, Chanyu felt even more ashamed.Both joy and pity.

Turning over in the saint's arms, she caressed the man's pale skin and pale lips.He said timidly in a low voice, "If the master... disciple... can help you..."

The memory shared by another world flashed across his mind, and the saint's breathing became chaotic and slightly heavy.looking down at her,

"is it okay?"

"Um……"

"...this fairy clothes..."

"what?"

"I will pay you a hundred pieces for my teacher..."

Layers of chains formed by the spiritual light of the supernatant blocked the doors and windows, covering the room full of spring.

When the door was locked, the sage Shangqing felt as if he had forgotten something, but at this moment, how could he be willing to think about other things?Still didn't think about it.

Outside the palace gate, Lingwei and Xuanyan, who had been waiting for a long time, fell silent while looking at the familiar Shangqing chain.

Scum daddy... no matter which world is scum...

Xuan Yan patted Lingwei on the shoulder, and said in a heavy tone, "Lingwei, Dad can't be counted on. Let's go out and play by ourselves."

Lingwei: ...

Sniffing, "Well... let's go."

Once the door is locked, it won't be able to open for a few years. They can't just stay here and wait, they'd better go out and have fun by themselves.

Five years later, the two cubs who made a name for themselves in the prehistoric wilderness returned from the sea of ​​blood, bringing back a half-dead mosquito and the true spirit of the tortoise-spirited Virgin Mary.

Not only did Shangqing sage and Chanyu, who had been in seclusion for many years, get out of the seclusion, even the masters of Buddhism and heaven were alarmed to come to Biyou Palace.There was an atmosphere of celebration from top to bottom.

Another 50 years, Chanyu was promoted to quasi-sage through double cultivation.And the three corpses of the sage of the upper qing merged, half a step into the avenue of the sage.

At this time, she knew that her master had obtained the origin of the Supreme Dao of the otherworldly leader.Not to mention that the injury has already healed, and he has directly reached the truth of the Dao.Counting the time, he should be fine before they confess their feelings.

Drunken and vomiting blood, it all depends on acting skills.

This world Chanyu, who has been coaxed by the leader with injuries countless times over the years: ...the farthest road I have traveled is the master's routine...

In this regard, Mozu Chanyu, who came to pick up her son from another world, said that they have a common language.

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