What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

At the age of 17, Chengyang Muqiu was ordered to be the head of a lonely family. He practiced hard for more than two hundred years. In order to revitalize the sect and open a mountain to recruit disciples, he personally trained nine direct disciples. Such a big shot, if you just pull one out, you can stand on your own, and you can stand up to the word "great power".

Logically speaking, the way Chengyang Patriarch educated his disciples was remarkable.

However, Yinrong frequently ran into a wall here.

Chengyang Muqiu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the plump buttocks, did not hit, and finally gritted his teeth: "You memorize it first."

Yinrong sat down on the futon, "Brother head, if you want to fight, you can fight now. If you don't fight now, you won't be able to fight anymore. I, I feel scared, and I can't recite anything."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Yinrong said to himself: "Then we won't fight, we've made a deal?"

"You have to keep your word!" Yinrong raised his face, and looked at him with big amber eyes watery. From Chengyang Muqiu's perspective, he could see this little vixen with long black hair and no rules. It was disheveled, and a pair of fluffy fox ears on the top of the head stood up energetically, without any fear.

It seemed that he was sure that he would not punish him.

... This Hu Meizi must be relying on her own unwillingness to have anything to do with Mei Yao, this is deliberately playing tricks.

"Really." Chengyang Muqiu sneered, "Then I promise you."

Before Yinrong's face showed the joy of succeeding in the trick, he was turned over. The young man was tall and slender, and even with only brute force, he easily pressed the little fox on his lap.

Silver Velvet: "?!"

Chengyang Muqiu was tall, with big palms, and when he slapped down like cattail fans, Yinrong quickly writhed and struggled, begging for mercy while crying, and promised a series of promises, "Don't dare to play tricks again, and must be serious about endorsing the book."

While screaming "Brother" and "Xianzun", "I was wrong! From now on, I will listen to whatever your old man says, and I will never dare to cheat!"

Ancestor Chengyang's subordinates showed no mercy, and vented the depression of ruining the medicine field together, and the beating was quite hearty.Although the slap is far inferior to the whip, strictly speaking, it is not considered punishment, and it is not the same as the board of the Discipline Hall, but it is still hot and hot, and the back is hot.

Obviously not as severe as the master's punishment in the past, but Yinrong felt an inexplicable embarrassment—this was an unprecedented feeling. He was taken by Dongliu to listen to the wall in the Hongxiu Tower, and even when he was in the same city as Yang Muqiu. I don't know what to be ashamed of.

But this time, out of nowhere, it was Yinrong's turn to be ashamed.

He didn't want to put his hot butt on the futon, so he stood up neatly and began to recite stutteringly: "The one who guards the breath can contain the energy of yin and yang, so that he can grow feathers and fly to the immortal way. Small nature, so the gods have breadth and narrowness, knowledge has depth, and clarity has size... The method of keeping the husband and the way..."

Chengyang Muqiu mistakenly took this moment of honesty in exchange for embarrassment as "scared of being beaten", and actually pulled out a slender pointer from the storage bag that he carried with him, and prepared to use it when the little fox couldn't carry it on his back. Take a few more pumps for urging.

But Yinrong unexpectedly recited nine out of ten of the entire book in one go!

When it was too late to carry on the back, Yinrong let down her fluffy fox ears nervously, and stepped back, leaning vaguely against the wall, as if to protect her buttocks, only to see a big fluffy tail hanging down. Outside the red fur, there is a white tail tip.

But Chengyang Muqiu didn't hit him again, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his tone was always deep and flat: "It's not bad, it's better than I imagined." The start and end were better than he imagined. Being able to recite a book is simply smarter than his most proud disciple, Jing Cen.

Hearing the words, it must be because there is no need to fulfill the promise of "typing the wrong word on the board". Yin Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and bared her small white teeth flatteringly: "I just have a better memory, but my qualifications are poor, and I can recite it well." It doesn't work either."

In order to teach him the exercises, the master actually beat him a lot, but it turned out that Yin Rong's aptitude is too poor, and it doesn't help if he knows it by heart, and his cultivation progress is half the effort.

Chengyang Muqiu is completely opposite to Dongliu Daojun's educational philosophy: "Read a thousand times, the meaning will be self-evident, first memorize a few books and then talk about it."

Yinrong started a hard learning mode.

The ancestor of Chengyang is the head of the first immortal sect, but his personality is like an otaku who doesn't care about world affairs. There is no time in the mountains. , the general introduction to Qi training and foundation building for the monster race, and there are also the secret methods of the monster race that I don’t know where to find. In addition to endorsement, Chengyang Muqiu only ordered Yinrong to do one thing, which was to sit cross-legged and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. Mobilize the spiritual flow in the body.

Even though the learning tasks were so heavy, Yinrong still didn't put his "pill-taking plan" on the shelf, took the time to observe the situation, as long as he found that the ancestor didn't pick up the slender pointer to beat someone, he would go over meaningfully and shake the plush With a big velvet tail and a sweet "Brother Head", he either refills tea or grinds ink. He seems to have replaced the puppet attendants and has become the caring little bookboy of the head of Chengyang.

No matter how many times Chengyang Muqiu chased him away, after a while, the boy came back salivating, showing two pointed canine teeth, and softly called "Brother", as if no matter how cold his eyebrows were. Yes, his enthusiasm can never be extinguished, and he will always be that glutinous and coquettish little hairball.

Chengyang Muqiu lost his temper in the end, and simply ignored it, acquiescing to the little vixen occupying a place in the corner of his study.

On this day, Yinrong finished memorizing the book, and as usual, flicked her big fluffy tail, "Brother head, do you want more tea?"

Chengyang Muqiu didn't even lift his eyelids.

Yinrong wasn't discouraged either, thinking in her heart: It seems that her own furnace seems to be too lazy to take care of herself, and she hasn't chased people out much recently.Master once taught that "a strong woman is afraid of pestering her husband", what is ruthless?What a boy chicken, Ren Patriarch has been chaste again and again, as long as he perseveres, he will always be able to deceive the demon pill.

Physical contact is the first step.

Since their reunion, the ancestor Chengyang has avoided him like a snake and a scorpion, and Yinrong decided to take advantage of his softening attitude recently and strike while the iron is hot.

How to get in touch?

A casual touch of hands?No, Xianzun looks at all directions, as if the back of his head also has eyes, and he will never succeed; using the excuse of pouring tea, deliberately pour tea on him, and then wipe it?No, in the next moment I can turn into a smooth and beautiful fox fur.

After thinking about it, Yinrong felt that the only way to do it was to transform into its original form—a fox crawled into its arms, but there was no ambiguity at all. Besides, who could resist a cute ball of fur?

So, Chengyang Muqiu glanced at the young man with fox ears standing beside the flat-headed table, his big amber eyes were rolling around, it didn't look like he was holding back a good idea, and sure enough, he stayed where he was after a while Disappeared, and then a red hair ball jumped up enthusiastically.

Chengyang Muqiu easily grabbed him with one hand, and Yinrong was forced to stop throwing himself into his arms, waving his four claws, and protested with a "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep". Even a pair of fox ears were turned back, looking like The little head is very round.

"Don't move." Chengyang Muqiu got up, carried the silver velvet out of the study, and said in distaste, "All hair."

Yinrong: "..." Damn it, my hair is so smooth and thick, no matter how many monsters envy it, I still can't envy it.

And when you were in Pipa Town, didn't you have a great time masturbating?Now I hate hair loss again!Old clean freak!

Yinrong thought that he would be thrown into the yard, but Chengyang Muqiu never let go, but carried him and flew away from Wulianfeng with Yujian.

Yinrong has rented flying swords, but most of the sword owners are monks at the Jindan stage, and they are not of the same order of magnitude as the ancestor of Chengyang. Yinrong has never flown so high, so stable, and can't help hugging Chengyang Muqiu tightly with four claws At the same time as his arm, he poked out his fluffy head curiously.

I saw the sea of ​​mist and clouds under my feet, the pavilions and pavilions of Henggaoju gradually shrank, and the two peaks seemed to retreat away from the mist, and finally landed on a small peak. After a while, all the monks in sight stopped. After doing what he was doing, he bowed down to Chengyang Muqiu, and Yinrong suddenly felt like a fox pretending to be a tiger—these are all the fairy elders in the Taiwei territory!Put it in the town of Pipa, if you pick one up at random, it will be confessed as a guest of honor!

A while later, the peak master Xi He and the Taiweijing senior brother Jing Cen who was visiting here hastily came out, respectfully saluted their master, and said, "Why did you come in person, old man? Disciples are at fault." Yuanying..." Then both eyes fell on the red koala-like hairball that was holding Chaoyu Daojun's arm, and both of them were stunned.

You know, the master doesn't like to be in contact with people, and has reached the point where he has to spend his spiritual power to replace all the servants in his residence with puppets. Not only that, the master likes to be clean, and he hates furry things the most, let alone hates the monster race .

But this furry little vixen, indeed, lay on his master's arm openly and aboveboard, and it's strange that the master hasn't killed the fox yet.

Where did this fox come from?

Chengyang Muqiu roughly tore the silver velvet off his body, and stuffed it into the arms of his second apprentice, Xi He, "Take care of this little beast, don't let him make trouble, especially don't get close to the medicine field. Jingcen, follow me , I have something to explain to the teacher."