Sword Qi Hengqiu

Feng Qiongye: "...Then, did I interrupt you?"

He wanted to run after rubbing oil on the soles of his feet, but he didn't think that the crazy beauty demon would flick his sleeves, and the doors and windows on all sides would be closed in a series of crackling.Seeing this, Feng Qiongye stopped, and after a moment of hesitation, Bu Fanshuang raised his hand and tore off a veil in the room. With a shake of his left hand, the thin and soft veil wrapped around Feng Qiongye's body like a whip. neck.

Feng Qiongye froze immediately, only to hear Bu Fanshuang laughing: "Did you come back by yourself? Or should I drag you back?"

Feng Qiongye didn't dare to speak, so he had to turn around slowly, and sat back obediently, his eyes were still drifting towards Ling Rangjin.

Ling Rangjin, who had been watching the show on the soft couch, put down his fan and sighed, "Why bother? You scared him and ruined my house."

"You don't need to live here anymore." Bu Fanshuang threw away the veil, bent down and sat on the edge of Ling Rangjin's soft couch, and raised his chin to observe carefully, "I was going to kill you, but I didn't think about you." The injury hasn't healed yet, so it's no fun."

Mozun's eyes narrowed, like a snake: "I will take you back to Gushan, take good care of you, and make plans after you recover from your injuries."

Ling Rangjin chuckled: "How about before the injury heals? What is Mozun's plan?"

Bu Fanshuang also laughed: "I don't want to kill a sick beauty, it's okay to sleep if I'm in the mood."

"Thank you so much." Ling Rangjin agreed easily, "Then please ask Fanshuang to take care of it. I don't like other magic cultivators, so please ask Fanshuang to do it myself."

"That's natural." Bu Fanshuang patted Ling Rangjin's long hair, "The immortal is like this, I dare not let other demon cultivators serve me, if you instigate me to turn against you, where can I go to reason?"

After speaking, Bu Fanshuang turned back, glanced at Feng Qiongye, and smiled happily: "As for Mr. Feng... I am very interested in your story, do you want to come with me?"

Feng Qiongye moved his Adam's apple, and said cautiously: "Is there any difference between going with you or not?"

"If you don't leave, I will torture you here, ask everything I want to know, and then kill you." Bu Fanshuang said leisurely, "If you leave with us, it will be different, at least I can guarantee you Not dead."

The corners of Feng Qiongye's mouth twitched: "I don't think there's much difference, it sounds like you're going to be just as unlucky if you leave."

Having said that, he turned his head, and no longer cared about Feng Qiongye, just resting his chin, smiled and said to Ling Rangjin: "Do you want to accept this apprentice? If you accept him, I will treat him for your sake. Slightly better."

This jump of thinking makes people suspect that he is indeed a lunatic as the rumors say.

Feng Qiongye just wanted to open his mouth, but Bu Fanshuang seemed to have eyes behind his back, and flicked his back to him, Feng Qiongye was speechless, and could only whimper and look at Ling Rangjin, his eyes looked quite like Ling Rangjin's nurturing eyes. puppy.

Ling Rangjin sighed inwardly, and put his hand on Bu Fanshuang's: "He will be the young master of Mianyue Valley from now on."

Bu Fanshuang smiled and snapped her fingers again, Feng Qiongye let go of her throat, then got up on hands and feet and hid in the corner, looking like a dog raised by Ling Rangjin.

Ling Rangjin smiled: "The person in your original body is frivolous, rude, and self-willed. In comparison, you are much cuter."

"Many, thank you for your compliment, Master?" Feng Qiongye trembled, "Then should I be called Master Mozun?"

"Whatever you want." Ling Rangjin stretched out his hand to Bu Fanshuang, "Please Mozun help me."

Bu Fanshuang smiled and said, "It's easy to say." Then he easily hugged him, "Do you want to take those birds and beasts away?"

"It's more or less enlightened, let's let it go." Ling Rangjin lay in the demon's arms and lowered his eyes, "If I take it to Gushan, I'm afraid I will go crazy."

"It's easy to say." Bu Fanshuang easily hugged the man who was about the same height as him, "You've lost a lot of weight."

Ling Rang smiled and said: "It is indeed a bit sad."

Bu Fanshuang walked out with Ling Rangjin in his arms, and when he was about to go out, he gave Feng Qiongye a look: "Teacher, why don't you keep up?"

Feng Qiongye had no choice but to follow along bitterly, and as soon as he reached the gate of the yard, he saw two carriages parked in front of the gate.

What is more novel is that there is a flying sword under each horse's feet.The Demon Lord who lacked great virtue saw him, turned his head and smiled: "Disciple, the horses on my lonely mountain are better at controlling swords than you."

Ling Rangjin coughed lightly: "He is not a person of this way."

Bu Fanshuang wondered: "You are too competent as a master. Does this mean that you have a master-student relationship?"

Ling Rangjin said indifferently: "Although we look similar in age, you and I are elders after all."

Bu Fanshuang didn't even refute, but just hugged Ling Rangjin and got into the first car, and Feng Qiongye got into the second car with insight.The wind and lightning along the way, within half a stick of incense, they arrived at Gushan from Kunlun.

This lonely mountain is not the lonely mountain of West Lake.This place is really a lonely mountain, soaring into the clouds.At first glance, it is either cloud-shrouded or evergreen pines and cypresses. It doesn't look like the site of the magic cultivator, but more like the place of the Taoist cultivator.

The same is true for the buildings on the mountain, with white walls and blue tiles, they are full of style.It's just that when the people from Gushan came out, people realized that this place is indeed a sect of magic cultivators.

Feng Qiongye trembled when he was scrutinized by those demon cultivators, but Ling Rangjin was very leisurely, just staying in the arms of the leader so righteously, quite a bit arrogant.But it's also his looks, otherwise it's a bit hot-eyed.

Feng Qiongye followed along halfway, when he heard Bu Fanshuang give an order, he was pulled away by two enchanting beauties with coquettish smiles, and then sent to a palace with all the furnishings, all of which were good Things, but once the door is locked, he can't escape even if he wants to.

Ling Rangjin watched the newly accepted cheap apprentice being taken away, his eyes were a little emotionless.Bu Fanshuang openly bit his earlobe in public, and asked intimately, "Afraid I'll kill him?"

"You won't." Ling Rangjin withdrew his gaze.

"But you protect these juniors so much, I am very unhappy." Bu Fanshuang's mood changed instantly, and his words were filled with murderous intent, "From before to now, you have always protected these people. Do you know that many sects In the end, the head of the sect or the master was won by the apprentice?"

"Fanshuang." Ling Rangjin smiled without being angry, and he raised his hand to rub Bu Fanshuang's hair, "You are so jealous, don't say that the apprentice doesn't like men, even if he does, there is Ying Cangshan, and me. What does it matter? If you don't like him, why do you want me to accept him?"

When Bu Fanshuang was touched by him, his murderous aura faded away. Instead of answering, he took a deep look at him, and then carried him back to his bedroom.

Demonic repair? Emphasis on desire.Bu Fanshuang didn't have any other obsessions. Before meeting Ling Rangjin, no matter men or women, she didn't get close to her. She loved practicing swords and fighting.It's just that even though Mozun is an old bachelor, his subordinates dare not make him suffocate and sleep in a small bed, and it doesn't look good to have a small bed in a huge dormitory.

So the big bed hung with high-quality silk curtains is cheaper for Ling Rangjin, this bed is more than enough for three people to sleep.Even if he turned over, he might not be able to roll into Jin Fanshuang's arms.

Bu Fanshuang gently put him on the bed like porcelain. Ling Rangjin took off his shoes, socks and coat by himself. People who practice Taoism are not stained with fine dust, so there is nothing dirty. Pullovers are not allowed.

They left in a hurry, and Ling Rangjin didn't take any of Ling Rangjin's clothes except the fan he had with him, so he raised his head with a warm smile in his eyes: "Fan Shuang, can you lend me a set of clean underwear?"

Bu Fanshuang raised her eyebrows: "I will only give you what I have worn."

"Okay." Ling Rangjin undressed slowly, "Take a cotton one, please."

Without further ado, Bu Fanshuang pulled out a black undershirt from the cabinet and handed it to Ling Rangjin. Ling Rangjin did not avoid him, and lay down directly after changing. The black undershirt made his skin whiter and more beautiful.Bu Fanshuang stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, put one hand on Ling Rangjin's ear, and slowly stroked Ling Rangjin's face with the other hand: "After 200 years of raising her, my lips are not even bloody."

Ling Rangjin lay on the pillow and looked at him with a smile: "Then what is the magical method of Fanshuang, can you add some color to me?"

Bu Fanshuang looked down, lowered her head, and bit Ling Rangjin's lips lightly. Seeing that her colorless lips turned bright red from the bite, she stood up contentedly: "You rest first."

Ling Rangjin was taken aback, but didn't say much.He originally thought that according to Bu Fanshuang's temperament, some lingering was indispensable at this time, but he was not in good health, if he really went to Wushan together, he would be useless the next day.Unexpectedly, Bu Fanshuang let him go.

This was a good thing, after tossing and tossing for half a day, Ling Rang could not beat the exhaustion, so he curled up in the soft and warm quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

Bu Fanshuang left the bedroom, first went to pick some wild flowers, then quietly returned to the bedroom, and put those weed-like wild flowers in a vase on the bedside table.After finishing everything, Fang swaggered to Feng Qiongye's room.

The poor Feng Qiongye was squatting on the ground looking at the antiques in the room, when he saw him coming, he was frightened into a monkey.

That unfamiliar appearance was also novel, somehow touched Bu Fanshuang's heart of respecting the old and caring for the young that hadn't been seen for a long time.Although this person has nothing to do with the old and the young, but like a puppy, it is really fun.

Bu Fanshuang also felt that his mind was a little crazy, but never mind, he found a chair and sat down, picked up the Lizidian that was placed at the side and tossed it in his hand: "Why don't you also worship me as your teacher. "

Feng Qiongye was puzzled by his character, "Why?"

"Suddenly I think you are very funny." Bu Fanshuang said lightly, "I promised you to be the young master of Gushan, and also the young master of Sleeping Moon Valley, and the sweetheart of Yingcangshan young master, from now on you can walk sideways in the Three Realms. "

Feng Qiongye sees the wind and turns the rudder, is very aware of current affairs, and directly pays homage: "Master!" Then he scratched his face, "Then how can I tell you two apart?"

"It's up to you." Bu Fanshuang crossed her legs, "Or you can call you a master and respect your wife."

Feng Qiongye opened his mouth wide: "Are you two talking about marriage?"

Bu Fanshuang smiled softly: "How is it possible, we are just mistresses."

Feng Qiongye was shocked by his brazenness, and didn't come back for a long time: "So you really want to kill him? Don't you like him?"