Retire from the human world

A drunk person's body is always very heavy, and his hands are neither light nor heavy. Shen Dong couldn't stand at all, his ankle twisted, and he lay forward, his hands still subconsciously clenched, trying to stand up again.

Du Heng didn't make a sound, let alone for a while, even if he didn't breathe for several days and nights, it would have no effect on him.

It's just that on the neck, a sharp strangle mark appeared soon.The sword energy passed through Du Heng's shoulder, and made several cracks on the wall of the house built by the wooden house of Emperor Shandi—fortunately, Du Heng, if it were someone else, would not be strangled to death, but would also be stabbed by the sword energy. dead.

Du Heng just stretched out his hand, and gently caressed Shen Dong's tense shoulder.

His fingers were a little cold, while Shen Dong's whole body was hot because of the smell of alcohol.After two touches, Shen Dong couldn't help but froze, and then trembled uncontrollably.

This instinctive reaction, because the limbs are out of control and the whole body is weak, so the stimulation felt is not so strong.Shen Dong was a little confused, his consciousness was like soaking in hot spring water, he was lazy and didn't want to move at all.

But the effect was obvious, Shen Dong's fingers that were holding on just now unknowingly loosened, only his arms remained the same, hanging on Du Heng's shoulders.

"Close your eyes and gather your breath." The voice sounded extremely far away even though it was close at hand.

Shen Dong was very dizzy, Yue Mo himself would soon fall down and fall unconscious.

It was like this for a long time, until his chest felt oppressed and he couldn't breathe well, and Shen Dong suddenly realized something was wrong, and his lips were tightly kissed.Shen Dong tilted his head, but because of this movement, the soft tip of his tongue slid over the palate and the roots of the teeth, and the ambiguous delicate touch made Shen Dong's brain buzz, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and the whole person woke up. scored three points.

"Hmm..." What is this?

Shen Dong raised his foot and wanted to kick, but his hands and feet didn't obey.

He instinctively felt bad.

As if confirming his premonition, the barely lucid consciousness was suddenly enveloped by a vast force, seemingly soft, but extremely domineering. That familiar feeling made Shen Dong unable to even try to get up. dodge.

Immediately, the consciousness overlapped, the feeling was indescribable, like the night rain soaking into the soil silently, obviously two completely different consciousnesses, but they merged without any gap.

A wave of spiritual energy stuck to the lower lip and slowly poured in from the tip of the tongue.

Shen Dong licked a very familiar taste from his lips and teeth outrageously.

It was these familiar breaths from the consciousness to the body that made all the instinctive struggles stop.

In an instant, there was a sudden change in front of my eyes.

Broken buildings, ruins full of bricks and tiles, gray sky...

Shen Dong almost thought he had turned back into a sword, because the bird's-eye view in front of him could not be "seen".If the consciousness spreads out unconsciously, it can cover 600 meters across.He even clearly "saw": a dark group of fluffy civet cats sprinted out of the corridor, dexterously sprinted up to a half-remained ceramic washbasin, then raised its head proudly, and let out a strange and low growl.

The power contained in this voice was not small, and Shen Dong's spiritual consciousness could feel it, as if a gust of wind was blowing towards his face, causing the scene he saw to sway like a reflection in water.

When it was clear again, Shen Dong suddenly saw a dozen cats, big and small, surrounded by Pomegranate, some with neat hair, some with lame skin, they all obviously came running from nearby, there were all stray cats and domestic cats.In the empty ruins where the mist persisted, their eyes looked terrifying, faint, as if they were still glowing.Cats have always seen strange things, and pomegranates aren't that weird, but they make a mess.

Still struggling half-dead mice, cat biscuits, teething sticks, and unfinished bread and cakes discarded by children were scattered and thrown in front of the pomegranate.

Pomegranate arrogantly shook his head, touched his belly, and waved his paw with a look of extreme disdain. The mouse immediately smashed the two cats and rolled directly behind the ceramic pool.

Shen Dong was feeling surprised when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"What are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about it...I just need to watch it!" I said confidently.

The invisible coercion covered the ruins, and the rubble trembled. Pomegranate suddenly raised his head, let out a scream, shrank his head, and ran forward. The cats ran faster than him, and a series of shadows, large and small, disappeared at the end of the ruins in a blink of an eye, like engulfed in thick fog.The intermittent chirping of insects also came to an abrupt end, the standing dilapidated building was indistinct, and the surroundings were dead silent.

"This is—spiritual consciousness leaving the body? The so-called primordial spirit leaving the body?"

It doesn't feel bad, as if this small world expands infinitely, regardless of the distance, everything can be seen in a panoramic view, and there is the comfort of controlling everything and seeing everything.

"Sword Immortal doesn't have a primordial spirit, my primordial spirit... is actually you."

"Ah?" Shen Dong looked around, and really couldn't feel Du Heng's existence, except for this voice that was always ringing in his ears.

"Only you, or just me, can't do this..." Du Heng's voice sounded a bit wrong, a little hurried, as if he was suppressing something.

"I don't think there's much to see in this scenery." Shen Dong muttered, and they don't live in famous mountains and rivers, and there are mostly demolished ruins nearby, except for the broken doors and windows and broken glass, there are old furniture garbage, and there are cars coming and going in the front Malu is not interesting at all.

"I just want to control Yuanshen, it was you who ran out curiously to see the scenery..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Dong's eyes went dark, and he returned to the small room.

This time the situation was embarrassing, Shen Dong stared at the two people lying on the ground - the person who pressed Du Heng against the wall looked familiar, he looked too much like himself.This is not the point, the question is is that called pressure?If the whole person clings to another person's body, it counts as pressure...

Shen Dong wanted to beat his own heart!

It's so useless, if you are really drunk, you will lie down, and if you want to be brave, you will stand up!That's Du Heng, not a cushion!

As for the neck-to-neck, maintaining the action of kissing... the situation!Shen Dong tried his best to ignore it, and kept chanting, this is true energy circulation communication, even though the method looks a bit ambiguous, but in fact it is normal, it is normal for the pubic region between the eyebrows to touch, and the chest and lower abdomen to touch each other - fall!He's normal, he might as well run outside the house to see the ruins!

Not long ago, Lei Cheng's teasing words surfaced for no reason.

——At first glance, I think there is something wrong with the two of you.

If OTZ is like this, there must be a lot of people with problems in the cultivation world.

But Shen Dong found that even he himself could not be fooled by this rhetoric, he was the only sword cultivator who had transformed into a sword so far.Although there are many weapon spirits in the realm of comprehension, those weapon magic weapons are not the only weapons forging masters.Even if they have an owner, that person is not the key to casting and nurturing the consciousness, and finally transforming them.

Shen Dong's current situation is extremely contradictory. His spiritual consciousness feels stronger than ever before, but he sees himself in a state of embarrassment with weak hands and feet.

"It's fine if you tear my clothes off, why are you... undressing yourself?" Shen Dong felt embarrassed, he tried hard to control himself not to look, but the effect was not satisfactory, the more he didn't want to look, the more his eyes stuck to Du Heng.

"Forced" to lean against the wall, under the loose clothes, the curve from the neck to the waist is smooth, the collarbone is even, and the skin is not white, but moist as jade.This made the pinch marks on the slender neck very obvious, and even finger prints could be discerned on the bruises.

With the slight ups and downs of the chest, the red mark was as shocking as a brand.

"Although this isn't meditation, it's double cultivation anyway. How can you wear clothes?"

"What... what?" Shen Dong was so frightened that his consciousness shook and he spoke incoherently.

"Infuse spiritual energy, blend together, and naturally get close to the body."

Shen Dong's gaze slipped, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, his clothes were scrapped, but his pants were still on anyway.In other words, the so-called double cultivation is really the double cultivation in the general sense of the cultivation world, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Hurry up and breathe a sigh of relief, although the relief is a bit inexplicable, as if expecting another answer.

Shen Dong didn't dare to look at it, and felt uncomfortable, so he could only urge:

"So are you alright? What do you want to do?"

"In order to cut Jianmu, I poured my spiritual consciousness, spiritual power, and natal essence into the sword. I thought it was to protect you, but I didn't expect..." Du Heng's tone became more and more strange, "Didn't you realize that you didn't Can't change back with self-awareness?"

"Yes! That's right, what's the matter?"

"I don't know either... Maybe it's because the unconsumed natal essence remains in the sword, hindering your own will."

"Then what should we do?" Although Shen Dong was obsessed with being a human being by accident, once he recalled it, he didn't reject continuing to dawdle in the world. Living with hands and feet is much more free than being a sword. But if you can't change back, this problem will be serious!

"So, I want to double cultivate with you, let the divine consciousness merge first..."

Shen Dong still had a bad reaction to that word, subconsciously avoiding it: "Have you solved this problem now?"

"No."

"Then let go, don't you think it's weird to look at yourself like this... Cough,?"

"What's so strange?" Du Heng not only said that, but even slid his right hand, which was embracing Shen Dong, along the spine to the tailbone. The movements were gentle and full of indescribable ambiguity.

Even though Shen Dong couldn't feel his body's reaction, he still felt the embarrassment of a numb scalp.

"Wait, this is wrong, why can you control your body, why can I only...float like this?" It's so unfair!Is there any difference in treatment when the soul is out of the body?

"Because you are my sword."

"..." Shen Dong was so choked that he couldn't speak.

"Since you want to come back, then... rest assured."

The illusory scene shook suddenly, and Shen Dong felt like he had fallen off a cliff, and he fell down as soon as his eyes went dark.Then he suddenly felt something called gravity pulling his hands and feet, that kind of clarity and emptiness, as if he had mastered one side, and all the good feelings of insight were gone, his drunken body was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his fingers, and he just wanted to move his feet. Sit back on the ground softly.

The arms around his waist stopped his slipping tendency, and his lips parted at this moment, the remaining aura lingered in his mouth, the warm touch left, and he felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

"I...huh?"

Shen Dong discovered an even more embarrassing thing, his whole body was burning hot, and his lower abdomen was burning with some kind of blazing heat, which was so hard that it ached.

Subconsciously moving back, it was just a tiny movement, this friction also brought pleasure, Shen Dong gasped, desperately trying to control his hands and feet to prop himself up, but in the end he worked hard for a long time, but suddenly felt a chill on his legs .

He didn't even hear the sound of tearing clothes, how drunk and confused?

"You, what, what?" Shen Dong wanted to gnash his teeth, but now there was no place on his body that could be controlled by him, but he bit the tip of his tongue and waved his hand in pain.

A hole was smashed into the wall without any suspense.

"You've been making me uncomfortable since just now. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"That's what you're tossing about too! I wasn't conscious just now, and you fumbled with your right hand, of course I——ah!"

Shen Dong can't wait to jump up, does this count as getting worse?

Say don't touch randomly, immediately attack the city and seize the territory, and go straight to the hot center?It's too much!

Shen Dong couldn't hear clearly, couldn't see clearly, he couldn't even feel the hand resting on the wall, and he didn't know what the thing touched by his ankle was.It's like being suspended in a space without anything, only those hands, as long as they caress there, it seems to bring a normal feeling, when the fingers pass, the skin trembles, and then there is a hotter fuzzy restlessness , a certain fatal place was caressed with neither light nor heavy, without any skill, and even poor control of the time, making Shen Dong dizzy and struggling repeatedly on the edge of discomfort and pleasure.

Finally, a strong force swept away like a tide.

It took Shen Dong a while to come back to his senses, he felt himself gasping for breath.

Then I felt my back stiffen, as if it had been placed on something—probably the worst bed in their house, where there was a bed, it was a big square bluestone, which was moved by Zhong Nanshan.

Sweating profusely, the drunkenness relieved a lot, Shen Dong was extremely annoyed and unwilling to reconcile, unexpectedly turned over and got up suddenly, couldn't help but press Du Heng's shoulder hard, and then yanked him suddenly, directly pressing him onto the bed.

"The second time..." Shen Dong planted his head on Du Heng's shoulder and whispered against his ear, grinding his teeth.

Unlucky first time in a large public bath shower.

Du Heng pressed Shen Dong's shoulder with his backhand, trying to push him up from his body.

But Shen Dong, who thinks he has suffered a big loss, is not willing to give up. If he thinks about his true form, there is no weapon that does not flaunt itself and is not competitive!

Shen Dong may have been ignorant of certain things a long time ago, but now he encountered a passionate scene in the bathing place, and then got unlucky enough to get attached to two snakes looking for fun, so he understands the things he should understand now.Du Heng means a lot to him, what kind of Taoist companion's red line has been ripped off by Du Heng without authorization, a little annoyed, but it's not bad, if he is just annihilating all directions, and the Tao is connected with the spiritual consciousness, that's it .There are so many fairy couples like this in the sky, but who made Shen Dong stubbornly want to be a human being? !

People have the seven emotions and six desires, and they cannot escape the shackles of the world.

Since he took shape, the concept of being a human has seriously affected his spiritual consciousness. It can be said that it is because of these that he is Shen Dong.If not, he is just a psychic sword, no different from those held by other sword immortals.

The world is like thorns, the mind does not move, so it does not hurt, there is no love and no fear.

No love, no fear...no fear, no love.

If you were talking about Taoism, with Shen Dong's temper, he would definitely say with disdain, what happened to the thorns in the world?What a joke, he is a sword, so he is afraid of being cut continuously?Boundless and endless life?Could it be harder to chop than Jianmu?

It's just that Duan Tianmen not only didn't teach Jianxiu to guess his own sword mind, but also didn't teach Jianxiu to think about his own swordxiu.

Shen Dong couldn't help muttering, Du Heng is like this, it's not love.Cultivators only have Tao, and the so-called Tao is because Du Heng's sword is his own!It is said that Taiyue Sword Immortal brought a lot of spirit stones to his apprentices, maybe if they do it all over again, they will not be there now.

This doubt is stuck in his heart, it is hard to let go, when Shen Dong subconsciously thinks of him and Du Heng, he always avoids further thinking about it.

Now Shen Dong was dizzy from the wine, and the corners of his eyes were red, it was anger and lust.

——Why should he suffer?There is no such reason in the world!No, no matter what you say today, you have to take advantage of it!

He wasn't fully awake, but was sullen, and violently pulled Du Heng's clothes hanging on his arms, um, even his pants!How did this guy touch it just now?He doesn't mind doing it once!

The movements were not light or heavy, with such strength, ordinary wood could be crushed by him. Even Du Heng couldn't help but pause while breathing, his arms and chest were suddenly red and purple, and his breathing gradually became more and more rapid , Shen Dong was dizzy and tried to support his head again, he wanted to get up and earnestly take advantage of it, and pressed Du Heng's body between two touches, it was inevitable to be slow.

The slightly cool skin was finally dyed with a light blush and became hot.

Du Heng didn't speak or move at first, but Shen Dong didn't give up after taking advantage of it. The more he touched it, the more he touched it, bumping and bumping along the bend of his leg, and finally wanted to hold it——

Sudden dizziness, Shen Dong took a long time to come back to his senses, and found that he and Du Heng had changed positions.

Something was pressing against his lower abdomen, and just as he moved it in a daze, his shoulder was immediately pressed firmly.

"Don't think about anything..." Du Heng's voice was hoarse, which sounded weird.

Shen Dong didn't turn the corner, he wondered why he didn't want to, it's cheaper in words, Du Heng you still have less?

Immediately, there was a strange foreign body sensation, and Shen Dong subconsciously beat his forehead with his hands, trying to wake himself up.But the numbness on the tailbone, the limp body twitched and trembled, completely uncontrollable, and it was hard to feel what happened.

After quite a while, Shen Dong came back to his senses and regained consciousness. In horror, his body suddenly jumped up and hit Du Heng's shoulder with great force. Du Heng's fingers were still in the warm and tight place, and it was inevitable that he would be hit hard. Looking up, the other hand pressed down on Shen Dong's lower dantian. There was no spiritual power, and no infusion of true energy. It was just soothing and gently rubbing, and a certain knee softened and bent uncontrollably.

"Ugh!" The stone was so hard, I knelt down and broke into a cold sweat from the pain.

Shen Dong pulled his fingers to the side like a drowning person, but he didn't touch anything, but broke a few hairs of Du Heng.

The ankle tightened, as if being held, and the fingers gently rubbed along the calf.Facts have proved that this method of diverting attention is very effective. Shen Dong was so anxious that he only wanted to pull his feet back. He didn't even notice the disappearance of the inexplicable stimulation behind the tailbone, until the sharp pain suddenly hit like tearing, and he lost control The limp body couldn't stiffen up, and could only convulse with the arms hanging down.

Shen Dong didn't faint, his consciousness was completely a mess.

This kind of pain method is better than Zixiao Shenlei striking the body and forging spirit stones with samadhi real fire.But about the memory of pain, anyone will subconsciously forget it, don't think about it, now all those dusty tossings are popping up again, Shen Dong leans back, his eyes are blurred, there is a coolness on his face, something like water slides down , I couldn't tell whether it was tears from the pain or cold sweat.

His fingers twitched, and he pinched Du Heng's wrist at close range. The voice coming out of his throat was broken, and he could only use his spiritual sense to roar angrily: "I'm not your master's sword!"

All directions are narrow enough, and it can't be divided into two halves from the middle!

— Bastard, give him some light! !