What bad thoughts can fluffy have?

After the tea-tasting party that day, a shocking piece of gossip was circulated throughout the cultivation world: the Chengyang patriarch, who had no love and no love, actually favored a little seductive monster.

It is said that Meiyao is a young son who was born to overwhelm the country and the city. He is dressed in an elegant and light red gauze robe, with black hair down to his waist.

The news seemed to have grown wings, and it spread from Taiweijing to Wuliangzong that day - the two factions are only separated by a snow cave valley, geographically speaking, they are neighbors. Their sect master Fan shirked retreat and didn't come, and only sent an insignificant elder.

The news was sent back by the elders.

Fan Guhong, who claimed to be in seclusion, was drinking tea with Elder Renhuan, accompanied by several beautiful female disciples.

Renhuan: "That little vixen is quite capable, and has actually confuse Chengyang's child."

Fan Guhong's face was serious: "If I knew this, I should be in the secret realm, so I tried to kill him."

The beautiful female disciple who was pouring tea interjected: "For those who practice the ruthless way, if they give birth to the seven emotions and six desires, wouldn't it be a failure? Why are the master and the elder so sad?"

Renhuan immediately reprimanded: "There are no rules." The elders are talking, how can they interrupt?

Fan Guhong laughed and said: "They are young and have little experience, so they don't know about it. If their cultivation is still shallow and they give birth to the seven emotions and six desires, it is a failure, but Chengyang's children are only one step away from perfection. Unfathomable, as recorded in ancient books, if you can break the seven emotions, you can break the great way..."

"So, Chengyang Heng is going to break through the avenue, has he gone one step further?" the female disciple asked with big watery eyes, with a naive and innocent face.

Fan Guhong's face slowly sank, and he didn't answer any more, while Renhuan waved his hands: "You all go down, the old man has something important to discuss with the head."

A group of female disciples bowed in unison and filed out.

"Maybe he's just obsessed with beauty and not sincere. Everyone knows how much he hates the monster race," Renhuan said, "What's more, Hu Yinrong has a special status. Maybe he did it on purpose to lure snakes out of the cave... the head of the sect Think about it carefully, a person like Chengyang Heng, who values ​​his face and the reputation of the sect more than his life, how could he do such a thing in public?"

Fan Guhong was silent for a long time, then quietly said: "Maybe."

Renhuan knew that it would be useless to talk about this matter, so she changed the subject: "Sect Leader, there is one more matter, I don't know whether to talk about it or not."

Fan Guhong: "between you and me, is there anything inappropriate to say?"

Renhuan: "Those female disciples...following you all day, how inconvenient, Madam has already complained quite a bit, Madam head, she is the daughter of the Nanshan sect..."

Fan Guhong sneered: "This is not what it used to be. Back then I was the son-in-law of the 'Nanshan School', but now I am the head of the 'Wuliangzong'. With Wuliangzong's current success, do we still have to rely on others?"

Renhuan disagreed: "This..."

Fan Guhong waved his hand: "It's just a pleasure to look at them."

Then he held up his white beard and smiled wryly, "Renhuan, look at this deity, what else can you do?"

Ren Huan shut up. In fact, Fan Guhong is only more than 100 years older than Chengyang Muqiu, and he can't be called an "old guy" in the cultivation world, but there is a huge gap in talent and talent. Breaking through at a fast speed, he still looks like a young man today, a rare genius in the world, but Fan Guhong, it can be said that everything today is due to his painstaking efforts, step by step, to win today's success.

Yinrong made a big splash at the tea tasting party, thinking that this was the end of the matter, but he didn't expect that from the second day on, he would receive gifts from various sects, all kinds of priceless rare treasures, exquisite and luxurious... There are countless toys and ornaments.

Yinrong looked at the pile of presents, rubbed his eyes, suspected that he hadn't woken up, and even wanted to go back and get up again.

Chengyang Muqiu was so cute with his unseen appearance, he waved to Yinrong: "Come here."

Yin Rong glanced at the presents again, and ran over obediently. Chengyang Muqiu took his hand, drew him closer to the pile of gifts, introduced them selectively, and said, "There are too many things, I'm afraid you I can’t fit the storage bells, except for the close-fitting ones I just mentioned, everything else can be put in the warehouse, do you like the rest?”

Yinrong still couldn't believe it, "This is all for me?"

Darling, this is more than he earned as an oiran in Xiuchun Tower!The "family property" he handed over to the master has been doubled back in just a few days!

But showing affection with the ancestors has gained so much!Is this the joy of being a concubine?No wonder the sages who bewitched demons all liked being concubines so much!

Chengyang Muqiu smiled and rubbed his palm: "It's all yours."

Yinrong said hopelessly: "I really want to jump in and bury myself with treasures."

Chengyang Muqiu was amused again: "Go."

Yin Rong hugged the arm of her quasi-daoist companion, smiling and acting coquettishly, looking like a poor man suddenly rich and worthless: "No, no, it's so expensive, what if it's broken! I'd better throw it into your arms."

Chengyang Muqiu took advantage of the situation and hugged him: "Aren't I more precious than treasures? With me here, no matter how many rare treasures are easy."

Yinrong became more and more joyful, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Chengyang Muqiu's neck, turning his back on the guest, and said without a word: "We hugged each other, and it was never you who got spoiled."

As soon as these words came out, Yinrong realized something was wrong, and sure enough, the ancestor's eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Huh?"

Yin Rong grew up in a brothel, and the first reading materials she learned to read since she was a child were all kinds of eclectic pornographic stories.

He had a unilateral "cold war" with Chengyang Muqiu for a long time. These days, the two of them seldom slept on the same bed, let alone other things. "Yeah", he yelled, his heart was itchy, so he continued his efforts, raised his head and kissed him on the chin, "I mean, I was the one who was tossed."

Chengyang Muqiu: "..."

Yinrong kissed from his chin to Adam's apple, "However, I like it very much, brother Muqiu."

Silver Velvet licked lightly on his Adam's apple, "Let's play bad again tonight, okay?"

Chengyang Muqiu didn't wait until night at all. At this time, the superiority of "there is no living person on Henggaoju" is reflected. No one disturbs the whole Wulian Peak, even if he prostitutes himself during the day, no one You'll notice that it's just that the weather is so hot that Silver Fleece feels like it's melting.

What's more, Xiaobie is better than newlyweds.

The red gauze gown fell on the insteps, and it was still hot. The silver velvet uncomfortably wrapped its tail around Chengyang Muqiu's thin waist, and suggested, "Go to the spring."

The spring water used for bathing on weekdays is the water of Naili River, which connects with the spiritual veins of Wulian Peak, and is full of spiritual energy. How many small sects, aristocratic families, and casual cultivators want to drink a drop of holy water even if they want to drink a drop of holy water, but they Use it to cool off doing that kind of thing.

This was more than that. Later, the calm water surface was continuously wrinkled, and ripples became more and more violent. A pool of spiritual spring water was splashed everywhere, and there were still a few wisps of ambiguous milky white in the pool water.

Yinrong was lying in the pool water, unwilling to move, her white arms resting on the edge of the pool, her chin resting on her arms, the fur on the fox ears on the top of her head was wet, and the big tail behind her buttocks was immersed in the water. It is not so fluffy in the water, but it looks more and more supple, and it looks very cute. Chengyang Muqiu touched the tip of his tail very fondly, but felt that it was not enough, and wanted to kiss him on the face, but was caught by silver. Rong turned his head to avoid it.

"what happened?"

What's wrong?What do you say?This man is really real, he is really so fierce when he says 'break it', and it's also because Yinrong underestimated the strength of a grown man who has been holding back for too long.

Yinrong glared at him ferociously, because the big amber eyes were filled with tears, so the ferocity was limited, but it looked more pitiful.

Yinrong threatened with a nasal voice: "If you do this again in the future, I won't do it to you."

Chengyang Muqiu is now very familiar with apologizing, kissing his tears flatteringly, while explaining palely: "It's been too long... so I can't control it. Facing the number one beauty in the cultivation world, who can control it? "

The silver velvet quilt successfully smoothed the words, sniffed, and said seriously: "You are right."

Chengyang Muqiu was so cute again: "Yes."

Yinrong continued to lie on the edge of the pool, but he was still thinking about those treasures, "Brother Muqiu, do you have a treasure house? Can you lend it to me?"

"..." Chengyang Muqiu fell silent when he thought of a Boguta that couldn't be opened.

Yinrong thought that he thought those gifts were not expensive enough, and emphasized: "Store them temporarily, they won't be occupied for too long. When they are sorted out, they will be sold and replaced with spirit stones."

Chengyang Muqiu: "Why do you want to replace it with a spirit stone? Just throw it away if you don't like it."

"!"

Yinrong was shocked: "How can you throw away such an expensive thing?"

He stared ferociously at Chengyang Muqiu for a moment with the eyes of a prodigal man, and then said in a young and mature way, "It will be useful if I sell them."

Chengyang Muqiu: "?"

"Aren't you going to become a Taoist couple with me?" Yinrong's face had an imperceptible blush, her amber eyes sparkled, and she said proudly: "Since I want to be a Taoist couple, I have to prepare a dowry. "