What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

Chengyang Muqiu's back stiffened, "How can I reward you?"

Yin Rong chuckled, raised her head, and said flatteringly, "Your cultivation base is unfathomable, like a torrent of river water. Will you give me another scoop?"

"No!" Chengyang Muqiu got up suddenly, Yinrong couldn't sit still, and was staggered by him, almost fell on the mat, and couldn't help being aggrieved: "Why do you always despise me so much?"

Chengyang Muqiu turned his back to him: "Is there anything else?"

"..." Yinrong rubbed her hands together without saying a word, her palms were red from trying to stabilize her body just now.

Chengyang Muqiu said coldly: "If you have nothing to do, step back."

Silver Velvet pursed her mouth: "...I have something to do."

Yinrong first explained in detail what happened when he ran into Qingben sneaking out, and then continued to say like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "There is also Renhuan of Wuliangzong, I have met Elder Renhuan before. Pipa Town, brought a lot of people to look for you... I heard that you have forgotten everything about Pipa Town, so I want to remind you that that person may have tried to kill you, so beware of him."

"..."

After a brief silence, Yinrong rubbed her palms and stood up, "It's over, I won't bother you anymore."

He wanted to use the excuse of "Master's Grand Competition" to ask for double cultivation again, but seeing that Chengyang Muqiu hated him so much, he felt that the matter was probably hopeless.

In fact, depending on the physical strength of his ancestors, if he really did it, he might not even be able to get up to participate in the master competition tomorrow.

Chengyang Muqiu suddenly stopped him: "Wait."

Yinrong put down his hand that was about to open the door, but didn't turn back, just stood at the door, with a small appearance of "ready to retreat after listening to the order, and won't be entangled anymore", looking a little pitiful, Chengyang Muqiu looked at him silently After a while, he finally softened his blunt tone: "I have forgotten the things I was with you in the past, this deity... But don't worry, since the karmic kindness has been promised to you, it will definitely be repaid. I have cut off my emotions and desires a long time ago, so there are some things I can't give you..."

Silver Velvet: "Is that why you avoid me?"

Chengyang Muqiu: "Shuangxiu, this is the end, no more—"

"But you obviously enjoyed it very much," Yinrong complained, "You pressed me on the bed, this and that, and then I couldn't stand the pain and wanted to run, but you dragged me back by my tail!"

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

The more Yinrong talked, the more wronged she became: "My cultivation base is low. If I fall in love, I can't retract my tail and ears. You pulled so hard, and your hand was so strong, it made my body bruised and purple. You... ..."

"Shut up!" Chengyang Muqiu interrupted him, and the door in front of Yinrong suddenly opened.

Then I heard the ancestor's order to drive away guests: "Get out!"

"...Go out and go out." Yinrong muttered in a low voice, after all, he didn't dare to slam the door, but just as he went out, he heard the ancestor Chengyang close the door with a "bang" by himself.

Silver Velvet: "..."

Yinrong thought angrily: Dog man!You still have the face to lose your temper?Why don't you let me tell you if the job sucks? !After this demon takes back the demon pill and flies away, I will definitely write you a long letter, explaining in detail how bad your job is!Let you know yourself correctly!

Nonsence!

On the other side of the door, Chengyang Muqiu's usual serious face finally couldn't hold back, revealing a complicated expression of forbearance. If you observe carefully, you can find that his back has long been wet with sweat—maybe It hurts, at this time the black jade finger on his right thumb has burned red and shiny, and the flesh that has just healed for a long time has signs of being scalded and bleeding blisters again.

Of course, with the level of power of the ancestor Chengyang, it is very easy to prevent himself from being injured, but he ignored it and let the finger wrench torture him like a masochist.

He silently recited the mantra of clearing his heart, trying to calm down, trying to let some of the hot memories that made people blush fade away.

Taking advantage of the darkness of night, Qingben ran to the dense forest beside the Changzhou River...kneeling down to a tree.

"Senior, I ate the alchemy pill by mistake. I can't eat that kind of pill. The secret realm will detect it and disqualify me! When the teachers made statistics, I didn't dare to say... because they have nothing to do, and they said this Medicine is not poison, so naturally there is no cure for it...but I can't lose this opportunity! Senior, help me! It was you who made me improve my cultivation in a short period of time, and you must have a way to get me through this difficult time, right?"

"Senior, are you there, senior?"

Qing Ben's voice was low, like a thief, and it was only a moment later that he heard a voice from the canopy: "Trash! How can there be such a fool as you in this world?"

"Forget it, I will save you again. In exchange, you must firmly remember my orders, and don't make any mistakes! Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Qing Ben kowtowed repeatedly on his knees, and said joyfully, "Yes, yes, yes!"

At the hour of the second day, the division competition officially began.

Before entering the secret realm, a grand ceremony must be held according to the usual practice. The four major sects of Wuliangzong, Taiweijing, Wanjianzong, and Nanshan Sect sit at the head. In more sects, the master leads the disciples and finds a place to stand and listen to the lectures.

At this time, the person who gave the lecture was Chengyang Muqiu.

This grand ceremony is a tradition, but the form is greater than the content, it is just to boost morale.

As soon as it was Chengyang Muqiu's turn to talk about the scene, the buzzing whispers in the crowd became lively wave after wave. Even if Yinrong stood listlessly in the team of Taiweijing, he could hear the voices of the stars next door. The female cultivators in Huilou excitedly discussed Patriarch Chengyang.

"He looks so young! I thought he would be a respectable old man like Master Fan of Wuliangzong!"

"And so handsome!"

"Senior Sister, don't think about it anymore, I heard that Chaoyu Daojun cultivates the Ruthless Dao, and he will not be disturbed."

"Isn't the ruthless way a legend? How did I hear that he can't mess around because he likes men?"

When Yinrong heard this, she couldn't help feeling guilty for no reason—has the rumors about herself and her ancestors spread so far?

However, what they said was an unfamiliar name, and Yinrong was confused. Not only the female cultivators of Xinghuilou on the left, but also the male cultivators of Qianshanmen behind were buzzing:

"Patriarch Chengyang is really a gentleman, listening to him is like a spring breeze!"

"Junior brother, you only know one of them. I heard that this ancestor killed more than twenty people with a single sword yesterday!"

"There is such a thing? Are you killing evil spirits and heretics, or are you killing the demon clan?"

"Come here with your ears, I will tell you quietly..."

"Ah?! Innocent people? Or mortals? How is that possible?!"

"What is a mere mortal who cultivates the way of ruthlessness, with a heart of stone, who is disowned by his relatives?"

"Daoist Zhaoyu is the number one combat power in the cultivation world, and he ruled the Taiwei Realm Haiyan Heqing... I don't believe that he is killing innocent people indiscriminately, maybe he just doesn't bother to explain to others."

"That's right, standing at that height, you can naturally do whatever you want." Someone envied.

Another monk from some school or faction interrupted: "There is an inside story, you don't know about it? Those tea doctors were bribed, poisoned the tea, and tried to entrap innocent disciples! If the ancestors of Chengyang were not righteous Help, we will all suffer!"

"I see!"

"I heard that Patriarch Chengyang was just like us when he was young, standing in the team in obscurity, but now he participates in the master competition, but he has already been seated as the chief."

"..."

In short, male cultivators worship and female cultivators admire. Without an explanation, even "killing innocent people indiscriminately" can be praised as "doing what one wants". Perhaps, this is the world of the strong. I feel that the rumors are not credible, and I admired him very much when I was young and ignorant, but who would have thought that my ancestor is Chen Shimei who refuses to admit it when he lifts his pants?

The grand ceremony was lively and short, and the secret realm was officially opened soon.

This secret realm is opened once every ten years. Although the number of people it can accommodate is limited, it is very inclusive. There is no distinction between teaching and learning. Human cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators can enter as long as they are below Golden Core and above Foundation Establishment.

And the Changzhou Secret Realm has been used as an arena for master competitions for thousands of years, because of its "spirituality", it has no specific rules, but the moment the disciples leave the secret realm, the secret realm will be on top of outstanding disciples. There are no cultivators who have made no achievements at all when the word "正" is left, while those who have gained a lot will leave marks, some with a few strokes, some with the complete word "正", and even more. It is called "Cheung Chau India".

The Changzhou Secret Realm has always been considered a gift from heaven. The monks passed it on word of mouth, and over time, it gradually formed the scale of the "Master's Competition", and the number of "Changzhou Seals" has become a measure of the vitality of a new generation. standard of competence.

The Taiwei Realm disciples took the lead and entered the secret realm first.

Long before the departure, Master Jing preached the rules to them: the secret realm tests the individual's ability to adapt, and everyone does not need to act in groups, but it is also free to find friends to advance and retreat together.

So, not long after entering the secret realm, everyone gradually dispersed.

Yinrong thought he didn't have any "friends"—the only one in the sect who could speak a few words, Xi He, was also an ancestor of the Yuanying level, and he couldn't enter the secret realm at all—so he picked a random path and slowed down. walk slowly.

Unexpectedly, there are quite a few people who are willing to form a team with him.

Qingtian, the direct disciple of Deputy Head Master Xi who helped him visit Luo Bei, bumped into Qingxuan who was "thrown out" by the head of the master Xianzun after seeing Yinrong on the fairy boat, and the youngest among the participating disciples this year. Kui Yue.

Yinrong was flattered, and said to Qingtian embarrassedly: "You have already helped me a lot, so I don't need to take care of you deliberately. If I drag you down, I will have a bad conscience."

However, Qingtian bluntly stated that he did not follow any orders from his teacher this time, but really liked to associate with Yinrong. Mr. Hu doesn't have to be modest when it comes to human beings. In the end, Kui Yue pursed his lips and shyly expressed that he also likes silver velvet.

... The four-person team was formed in this way.

At the same time, outside the secret realm, the heads are observing the behavior of their disciples in the secret realm through a huge "blue sea and golden mirror".

It turns out that there is more than one Bihai golden mirror, and the small mirror hidden by Chengyang Muqiu is a "child-mother mirror", which belongs to the heavenly magic weapon. This "mother mirror" has more complete functions and can be used by spectators. People switch perspectives as they like, that is to say, everyone sees different pictures, and no one knows who is looking at whom.

But such an exquisite function also requires a price, even the spiritual power provided by the spectators themselves is fair.

Chengyang Muqiu instructed Jing Cen, the most calm and considerate senior disciple, to only look at a young disciple named "Qing Ben". Master Jing didn't understand why his master cared so much about a little unknown outer disciple. His biggest advantage is that he doesn't talk too much nonsense, and he will do as the master tells.

Chengyang Muqiu himself fixed his perspective on Yinrong.

The little vixen doesn't seem to be very interested, and she doesn't seem to be happy in front of her on weekdays. Is it because of what happened last night?For some reason, when Chengyang Muqiu thought of this level, he felt a sense of satisfaction that even he despised.

A group of four people were passing through a low cave. The light in the cave was dim, and Chengyang Muqiu's perspective became dim and ambiguous. There were many spider-like things hanging from the ceiling of the cave. In front of him, he dodged left and right to open the way, while Kui Yue was tall despite his young age, so he directly covered Yin Rong's head with his hands, and was very considerate and considerate all the way.