Fast travel: the 101st be

Cheng Yuan could sense that Ling Ye's back collapsed.

"open."

Cheng Yuanfang let go, but he walked around in front of him, and inserted his hands behind him from the crevice of his arms, encircling him, closer than hugging him from behind.

Ling Ye's waist is so thin that his hands can overlap by a third in such a circle.

"Don't let go." Cheng Yuan raised his head slightly, stared into his eyes and said softly.

"I did this in Knowing the Sea just now, right?"

Although Ling Ye frowned, he pursed his lips unconsciously.

"Ah... so I did this." Cheng Yuan moved his eyes to his lips, and then moved them back, "Is there something more excessive?"

Ling Ye held back for a long time, but only uttered the word 'no'.

Ling Ye stood motionless, he knew he should push him away now, but he couldn't move, he couldn't raise his hand.

Every time Cheng Yuan got closer, not only did he not feel abrupt, but at the bottom of his heart, there was an endless stream of strange satisfaction and more desires.

Ling Ye's fist hanging by his side was clenched tightly.

He had never been pushed into such a desperate situation.

Seeing Ling Ye, Cheng Yuan just stared at him, and didn't say a word for a long time, although his eyebrows were darkly wanting to tear him to pieces, but he couldn't move his hands.

He sighed, and leaned on Ling Ye's shoulder, "It seems that Lord Pofo now has another crime."

Neither of them moved, Cheng Yuan leaned in his arms for a while, until the sweet-scented osmanthus shouted outside, "Brother, mother made lotus seed soup for supper, and I brought it to you."

The footsteps were already at the outer door, and Ling Ye was about to stop him, but his arms were suddenly empty, and when he regained consciousness, the white figure leaning on his arms just now had disappeared.

There is still a little afterglow that quickly disappears, as if everything just now was just a dream.

There is a boundless emptiness.

Ling Ye began to be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion again, he couldn't tell whether it was real or just imagined by him.

"Brother? Why are you standing here in a daze? Come on, it's still hot."

Osmanthus fragrans Zhang Luohao found that Ling Ye was still standing there in a daze.

"Brother?"

"It's okay, thank you, Mrs.

"No thank you, I sent it."

"Thank you, Osmanthus osmanthus, too."

Osmanthus osmanthus is easy to be happy, sitting across from Ling Ye and watching him slurp his soup, he is very satisfied.

It's just that senior brother ate soup in a hurry today.

Not only hurried, but also absent-minded.

Lingye's bamboo studio is called Piantangyuan. As the name suggests, the location is remote. It is on the easternmost side of Biluo Mountain. Usually, no one would choose this location. The reason is that it is too far away from the master's residence, away from the dojo's study, etc. It's all far away, like a cold palace.

But after Ling Ye became a formal disciple, he asked for this bamboo studio at the exit.

The sun had just risen in the east, and everyone in Biluomen had already got up early, practicing kung fu, and studying.

At this time, on the path outside the side hall garden, an ordinary disciple was hurrying along with a pile of books.

Anyway, I rushed to Piantangyuan before the last crow of the rooster.

"Mr. Qingyang, this is yesterday's homework for all the disciples, please read it."

Ling Ye sat in front of the case, "Understood, let it go."

"Then the younger brother will take his leave first."

The little fellow Taoist walked very quickly, his footsteps were rattling, and he didn't seem to like coming here.

Ling Ye opened the top book of homework and studied it for a while.

A line has not been read yet.

The white figure hiding on the top of the beam floated down and landed behind him.

Cheng Yuan wrapped his arms around Lingye's shoulders, and rested his chin on the side of Lingye's shoulders.

"Well, yes, the handwriting is neat, the exposition is reasonable, the length is just right, it's a top-notch work."

Ling Ye ignored him, turned a page and continued reading.

"Well, it's a pity, I wrote a wrong word, and the meaning has changed." Because of the proximity, the voice seemed to be close to his ear.

Ling Ye still ignored him.

"If you don't hide your flaws, you can judge the excellent ones."

"..." Ling Ye closed his eyes, "Cheng Yan."

"Hey." Cheng Yuan responded with a smile.

"If you're bored, read the storybook."

"After reading it, you can finish it in two or three days after one o'clock. Do you expect me to read it again?"

Ling Ye glanced at the stacked folk tales over there, and didn't want to say much.

"And most of them are the same. Either the mountain spirit turned into a woman to repay the favor, or the fox turned into a man to repay the favor. They couldn't escape and offered their bodies to repay the kindness of saving their lives. Are people in the mortal world so monotonous and boring?"

Lingye couldn't answer this question, he had never been interested in these things, so this pile of scriptures was brought over by Osmanthus, and Osmanthus stared at him blankly for a while.

"It's better for me to write."

"what are you writing?"

Cheng Yuan thought for a while, "Writing a story about a serious monk with a sullen face all day long, with the expectations of the people of the world to punish rape and eradicate evil, go deep into the devil's lair, and intend to marry the devil's dog's life, but ended up marrying the devil's story."

"……boring."

"Otherwise, it's fine to marry the devil, the devil is willing."

Lingye stopped answering, and concentrated on reading the homework of his fellow apprentices, occasionally making some annotations on it.

Cheng Yuan got tired of holding his shoulders, so he came down and sat cross-legged beside him, resting his head on Ling Ye's shoulders, and read the arguments written by these children with him.

"Do you think it looks like we're having an affair, but I have to hide on the beam when anyone comes."

"No one asked you to come either."

"Isn't it afraid that someone will think about it? After all, people who can see and touch are much more real than the phantoms in the sea of ​​consciousness, Lord Qingyang, don't you think so?"

Lingye's ears gradually turned red, but he remained serious, continuing to read the discussion as if nothing had happened.

This kind of trick Cheng Yuan has tried repeatedly, but it is not too much, just click it.

When Ling Ye was about to get down to business, he went to the side to stay, so as not to disturb him, whether it was reading a storybook, staring at Ling Ye in a daze, or writing and drawing with a brush beside him.

Cheng Yuan has already turned to the side case, and it seems that he wants to draw a picture.

Ling Ye watched him for a while before entering meditation.

Strange to say, when Cheng Yuan was not around before, every time Ling Ye entered samadhi, his sea of ​​consciousness would be disturbed by 'Cheng Yu' and turned upside down.

But after he came, even if he didn't do anything and just stayed aside with peace of mind, Lingye would be able to settle down peacefully.

The sea of ​​consciousness is no different.

Even though the culprit who disturbed his mind was by his side, he calmed down even more.

It took several hours for Ling Ye to enter meditation, and other people in the mountain also knew that he was in meditation during this time, and no one would disturb him.

He didn't know what Cheng Yan was doing during this time, but there was no doubt that he didn't leave.

I don't remember how many times, when Ling Ye opened his eyes, Cheng Yan was pillowed on his leg, curled up beside him, and fell asleep.

With Cheng Yan's supernatural powers, no one in Biluo Mountain would know about this matter.

Ling Yeyou was especially wary of the elder and the master, but he didn't expect to miss the variable of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Once again, after delivering supper, the sweet-scented osmanthus was about to leave when Lingye called to stop her.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"Recently, senior brother found that these scripts are quite...pretty good, but I don't know if there are other types."

When it comes to the story of sweet-scented osmanthus, I get excited, "Yes, girls and girls, sons and sons, pigs and dogs, chickens and ducks, as long as I look at things that can form a pair, I have their touching love. story."

Lingye coughed twice, "Then, pick some strange ones and send them over, as many as this stack."

She already thought it was strange when the senior brother asked him for the story book, but now she wants the stranger the better.

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at the empty bowl in front of Ling Ye, and at some point, her appetite suddenly doubled.

She read a lot of books, and she immediately thought of the story of the mountain spirit and wild monster who turned into a woman to seduce scholars and Taoists.

I wanted to speak but I forced it back.

She is no longer a child now, so she can't be so reckless, she has to find out the matter first.

So there was such a scene.

Osmanthus osmanthus stood aggressively outside the inner gate of the side hall garden.

Inside, Ling Ye was sitting in front of the desk reading his disciple's homework, with a beautiful white figure in his arms leaning sideways on his shoulder, with his back to the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Where is the evildoer!"

The evildoer turned his head, still holding the book of familiar words of sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand.

"He... He... Po... Po Buddha Lord?"

Ling Ye never expected that Osmanthus osmanthus would come at this time, "Osmanthus osmanthus——"

Cheng Yuan reacted quickly, teleported behind the sweet-scented osmanthus, blocked her retreating steps, and gently covered her mouth.

"Calm down, Osmanthus."

[The author has something to say: this is for Friday, it may not be better on Saturday]