Fengyunzhi becomes Qin Shuang

The lotus pond in Xiyuan is in full bloom.

Bu Jingyun was sitting under the eaves of the wooden verandah, with one long leg bent, and his arms circling around, in a daze, not knowing what he was carving, one by one, the other leg was hanging down.

There was still a rare smile on the corner of her mouth, and Miss Kong Ci wanted to see, "Master Yun, what are you engraving?" The girl in light yellow clothes has eyes as bright as water, eyebrows as thin as willows, sexy lips with thick lips, and a thin face with light Rouge, a head of jet-black hair followed her movements, and fell to the side of Bu Jingyun's side face with a whimper, giving off a pleasant fragrance.Facing Bu Jingyun, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and her lips raised and smiling exuded charming tenderness. Now, she has already grown into a beautiful and sweet girl, and she is really lovable in the meeting.However, she was so focused on Bu Jingyun that no one could see her.

"It's nothing."

Bu Jingyun put away his inconspicuous smile and frowned unhappily.

Kong Ci smiled, thinking that Master Yun frowns are rare.

Unexpectedly, the man played with the things in his hands a few times, and then threw them into the lotus pond.

"Master, you!"

Kong Ci stomped his feet, saw that he was motionless, and became a little anxious. The stone carving that he had painstakingly carved all morning fell into the water.

The girl didn't mind other things, and jumped into the water.

Bu Jingyun frowned, looking at the light yellow figure in the water, a little confused.

Kong Ci's good-looking attire was soon replaced by embarrassment, she is different from other girls, she doesn't deliberately want to show anything, and she doesn't mind Bu Jingyun seeing her in such an embarrassment.

When she happily found the polished and smooth stone, her expression suddenly lost and became very happy.

He happily ran up, wiped the muddy water from his temples, and stretched out his wet hands, "Young Master Yun, you must not throw away things that have taken so much effort."

She smiled sweetly, and clearly saw the confusion in Bu Jingyun's eyes, and even more clearly saw the stone in her hand.The three sides are as smooth as mirrors, but the other side is deeply engraved with a word: Frost.

It was this word that took him a whole morning to engrave, erase, and engrave again, over and over again, tirelessly.

Kong Ci breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she knew that the position of Master Shuang in Master Yun's heart was beyond her lifetime.

But, it doesn't matter, she just likes Master Yun, even though Master Yun never takes her seriously.She knew that she was just a maid, so naturally she couldn't compare with Master Shuang.

Kong Ci stared wide-eyed at Bu Jingyun, the man looked uncertain, and suddenly turned away, looking at the calm lake.

The girl carefully wiped the stone clean and put it in Jin Jingyun's hands. Kong Ci had just turned around when he heard a "plop", and the thing was still miserably thrown away.

"Master Yun?" The little girl pouted.

Bu Jingyun glanced at her, and said with a wry smile: "If you just waste your time on yourself, it's nothing good."

Having said that, he still looked at the layers of water circles that spread out.

Kong Ci sighed secretly, sometimes, thinking about it, she was a little unworthy of being for Master Yun, Master Shuang was kind to everyone, but he was alienated from Master Yun alone.At the same time, brother, he would hold Master Feng in his arms on cold nights, warming the other's little hand on his chest, but refused to let the other party hold his palm when Master Yun had a fever.He would hug Young Master Feng affectionately, the wind would be long and the wind would be short, rubbing his forehead, but he would only keep a distance of one person, and call him "Junior Brother Yun" in a polite manner. Don't you know that those details would always make Master Yun angry The chest is annoyed, and it may be useless to sulk because of practicing swords all night and all night.

And these, Kong Ci saw very clearly.

Master Shuang never thought of hurting Master Yun.

The weather was hot, Qin Shuang made pears with rock sugar and mung bean clear soup, and Nie Feng, who was waiting with his chin resting on his chin, immediately perked up when he saw someone coming.

All of a sudden, she threw herself into Qin Shuang's arms, "Brother Qin Shuang."

Qin Shuang smiled wryly, and patted him on the forehead, "Brother Qin Shuang, brother Qin Shuang, how old are you? You should call me senior brother."

Nie Feng giggled, "It's the same."

"Be careful that the master will teach you again after hearing it."

Qin Shuang shook his head, then turned around and left.

Nie Feng grimaced, took a bite of the Sydney pear, and then remembered Duanlang, that guy was probably still practicing swords, but he would have suffered from heatstroke by then, so he went to the school field with his things.

"Brother Qin Shuang made it." Nie Feng put the bowl away, "Duanlang, come and taste it too!"

Nie Feng was about to feed him with a spoon, Duanlang frowned and pushed away, and said coldly: "Isn't it just a bowl of rock sugar pears, it's so sweet to you, your mouth is split open, one bite at a time Brother Qin Shuang, call your brother It's so comfortable in my heart, Nie Feng, I don't want you to be so cheap!"

"Huh?" Nie Feng was suddenly scolded in a daze.

Duan Lang had just finished his sword practice, he was sweating profusely, his face was as red as a kang.Nie Feng watched, feeling a little distressed, put down the bowl, and went to wipe his forehead, "Duanlang, are you hot? I'll get you some cold water to wipe it off."

Turning around suddenly and running out, most of the stubbornness on Duanlang's face disappeared, and he murmured unwillingly, "If it's just a bowl of rock sugar pears, I'll do it too."

That night, he really hid in the kitchen to study.

The next day, he sent a bowl to his young master Feng.

Naturally, the taste is not as good as Qin Shuang's, but it's still passable. Nie Feng struggled to drink it, and looked at Duanlang's complacent expression carefully, "Duanlang, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm very good."

"Are you suffering from heat stroke?"

"Fuck off."

In Tianshan, the past few days have been stuffy, and people are a little sleepy.

Chou Chou said that the leader still didn't want to eat, Qin Shuang was a little worried when he heard that.

"Three-point return to vitality" has been practiced like that, but I can't eat, I can't sleep at night, and my body can't bear it.

Besides, recently, I have indulged too much. Thinking of this, I feel uncomfortable, as if something is blocked in my chest, and I feel uncomfortable all over.Even with myself getting a little angry every time I saw that wooden slave, the master's body was thinner, but he became more moist and beautiful.

Into the hall, gently put down things.

When I first arrived, it rained suddenly, my body was a little wet, and my hair was still dripping with water. Fortunately, the lotus seed porridge was packed in a food box.

On the second floor, there are red gauze curtains and long bead curtains.

A quiet fragrance, faint, lingering, and blue smoke drifted out from the jade furnace.

The person on the bed was lying on his side slightly, with only a purple robe hanging on his body. The belt was unbuttoned, and a large piece of chest was exposed and exposed. It was not like Qin Shuang's Bai Xue who was thin, but a man's firm and tough, with chest muscles The lines are obvious, and there are powerful ups and downs.

The robe hung on the floor, and the man's slender legs were casually placed on the bed, from the hips down, all exposed in the air.Qin Shuang looked up from the bottom, and the big and small purple marks on the man's chest made him feel a little embarrassed, as if he had made it himself, he was panicked, and he turned his eyes away in a panic, and he didn't know why. tense up.

The hair of the man on the bed was disheveled, his sword eyebrows slanted into his temples, it was impossible to see, and his robe was ravaged out of shape.The master slept very deeply, as if he had never been so heavy before. Qin Shuang had walked away and wanted to retreat, but at this moment he was a little confused and leaned closer.

"Master." He whispered softly, but the man didn't respond at all.

Looking closely, he saw that the man's face was inexplicably strange, as if he had never seen it before.The eyelashes are long and black, and when you don't open your eyes, you feel that there is no usual deterrence. The tip of your nose is as straight as a mountain, and your chin is cold and firm. Even when you are asleep, your thin lips are pursed.

Maybe it was because of the sweltering weather, the master's forehead was covered with fine sweat, which almost soaked the sheets, the sweat was really sticky and uncomfortable, no wonder the master frowned in his dream.

Qin Shuang stared blankly, with a silly expression on his face.

Along the purple robe, the silky smoothness of the satin also outlines the proud figure, if the master's tall and slender body can be seen at a glance.Looking down, he aimed at the position of the man's protruding hip bones, and below, there was the slight bulge between the legs.

Qin Shuang's face turned red, she quickly looked away, swallowed her saliva, licked her dry lips, and leaned closer.

This is a very wonderful and exciting feeling. He has always been obedient and obedient in front of this man, and he dare not show his air, like a frightened and docile kitten, but now he has a different feeling. Some secretly rejoiced.

He had been with this man, his master, for almost six years.

I have been with him almost all the time of the year, always standing where he should be.

This is a feeling of relatives. Whenever there is a master, he will have an inexplicable sense of kindness and belonging.

But at this time, there is something different, very interesting feeling.

Unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, looking at the frowning man in his dream, moved his lips together, and made a superficial touch on the thin lips that symbolized infidelity and ignorance. It was soft, not hard as imagined.

Just as he was about to leave his body, he stretched out his cuff to wipe the sweat from Master's forehead, but his wrist was grabbed by the master.The man's palm was terribly hot, and he tightly shackled his wrist.

Qin Shuang panicked, lost her voice, and even her breathing slowed down by half a beat.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and opened them after a while.The palm is still pinching his wrist, gradually exerting force.

Standing up lightly, one long leg was bent, and the silk slipped down to the thigh, almost revealing the objects inside. Watching Qin Shuang's face turn red.

Qin Shuang was nervous and at a loss, like a thief who was caught on the spot, and his erratic expression caused the covered bump to double in size, setting up an ambiguous tent.

A man would notice something wrong when he saw such a strange situation. Qin Shuang panicked and pulled his hands away pretending not to see, "Master, Shuang'er, made lotus seed porridge, I'll go get it now."

He twitched, and the palm gripped tighter as if resisting.

"I don't want to eat lotus seed porridge."

Xiongba's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had slept for too long.

"I brought a Sydney."

"Don't eat pears either."

"Then what does Master want to eat? Shuang'er will go back and make it."

"... "

Xiong Ba put away his playful smile, frowning with a changed face, his subordinates became stronger.

Qin Shuang felt that the embarrassment of his situation made him lose face, and tried to pull back vigorously, but the other party deftly turned over and pressed him down, "I want to eat Shuang'er."

If you wait, suffocate, and endure for too long, your voice will tremble unspeakably, extremely hoarse, and the sweat on the forehead will hit the face of the person under you drop by drop, and slide down the cheeks. Tou's face was instantly white as paper, and he was too shocked to speak.

Xiongba didn't do anything, but his forehead moved closer to Qin Shuang's forehead, which was completely cold and hot at the same time.

The lips were pressed very close, but they didn't touch each other, maintaining an ambiguous and gentle rubbing.

The sharp weapon in his lower abdomen clamored for desire, and the pain seemed to kill him, but he didn't dare to move, because the person left under his pressure really made him feel distressed, and sometimes, it even made him feel deeply afraid, afraid of thinking like that. The desire to tear but not give up.As for him, desire was always used to restrain it, and in restraining Qin Shuang's desire, what he felt was a stronger pleasure.

However, it is also close to a kind of torture.

"Shuang'er, will you give it?" Qin Shuang's hot and humid breath sprayed on Qin Shuang's face, making his eyes a little jerky.

Qin Shuang stared at the curtain, thought for a long time, turned his face, but was pulled back, facing each other, clinging to each other.

"Frost!"

Xiong Ba's voice was deep and terrifying.

Qin Shuang frowned suddenly, staring at his nose, with a pitiful look of grievance, shaking his head with his forehead pressed against him.

"Okay." Xiong Ba really let go of him, feeling angry, sullen, with his hands on his forehead, and got off him, "I won't force you, go down!" His voice suddenly became much colder, and he felt a little helpless .

Qin Shuang was stunned for a moment, then got up, and wanted to go out as if fleeing.

"Help Master."

Soft whispers sounded outside, and a familiar figure walked in.

Obedient, clever, clear and cold, who is it not Muli?

When he saw Qin Shuang, he felt rather shocked. He stretched his frown and saluted, "Master Shuang."

Qin Shuang didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned her eyes to the bed following the figure of the man. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't move her feet.

The Muli looked at the bulge of the master, squatted down knowingly, lifted up his robe, took out something, and swallowed it.

Qin Shuang squeezed her palms tightly and blinked lightly.

"Master, take care of your body." Qin Shuang felt uncomfortable in his heart. What was that little head trying to do in between his master's legs?

Xiongba had been looking at him coldly, now seeing his serious appearance, he couldn't help being annoyed, "Shuang'er, what do you think Wushuang City sent him here for?"

"Master."

Qin Shuang didn't know what to say.

"Okay, let's go!"

There was tiredness in his voice, he was not used to seeing Qin Shuang like this.

As soon as Qin Shuang left, he angrily pulled Muli's long hair between his legs and pushed it aside, "I don't want it today."

"Yes, helper."

This beautiful person got up from the ground, as if he had never been emotional.

Once February passed, the south was in chaos.

Some people seemed to be unable to bear this situation, and several sects joined forces with a royal general to openly fight against the Tianxiahui.

Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Xiongba's three major disciples played together for the first time.

His punches are like frost, his palms are like clouds, and his legs are flying like the wind. The world has finally seen the results of the two years of training.

Powerful and invincible, he really lived up to Xiongba's idea of ​​uniting the three unique schools into one.

The wind and cloud surround Shuanghua, like fire wrapped in ice, with infinite power.

When May comes, the world will be victorious.

Xiongba's three lovers happily returned to the Tianxiahui. Recently, Yan Huan was drinking too much and was preparing for the selection of the hall master.

As for the good situation, Qin Shuang suddenly thought of a person, and that was Duan Lang who was hiding in a low room practicing his sword.

Although the man was already a slender and half-grown man, his appearance was still exquisite like a doll, and his temperament was as bad as ever, even the arrogant people could not stand him.

"Sun Eclipse Sword Art" is indeed deadly at every step, and its moves are fierce, but without the cooperation of "Fire Lin Sword", the momentum seems to be insufficient, and I always feel that the meaning is missing, although Duanlang has already practiced the eighth level. .

Qin Shuang was watching him practicing his sword in the dark, when the sword suddenly flew towards him.