My masters are all over the world of comprehension

Half a month later, the Hundred Cases Conference came to an end.

The world of comprehension also exploded.

With the departure of various sects, Lin Qiubai's entanglement and confusing master-student relationship with Daoist Hongyu, Immortal Chunyang, and 33 Tianyaozu have been well-known. Everyone knows that the cave is a blessed place.

For a while, Lin Qiubai's reputation has grown further, and now his name can be described as a household name.He was originally the first disciple of Daoyan Sect, but his spiritual root was abolished because of his infatuated master Hongyu Daoist who tried to climb the bed.He was supposed to have plummeted from then on, but he was unexpectedly the lover of both the Immortal Chunyang of the Upper Realm and the 33rd Heavenly Medicine Ancestor at the same time. Such twists and turns, bizarre and unexpected reversals stunned a bunch of melon eaters.

What a long-winded master-student relationship with a wealthy family!

Moreover, it is said that Lin Qiubai has a stunning appearance, but he used disguise props to cover it up before. Immediately after the Hundred Sects Conference ended, Lin Qiubai's portrait was painted lifelike. The senior who has made great contributions to the cultivation world has always been at the top of the list. Originally, Yu Chuci was in second place, but now he has been overwhelmed and dropped to third place.

In this world of comprehension, where people are judged by tolerance, a large number of people spend money to go to Xingshu Pavilion to watch the beauty list every day.

After reading it, I was excited to share it with the people around me. Nowadays, all major teahouses and restaurants are talking about it. There are no empty seats in the teahouses every day, and word of mouth is passed on. The ups and downs of the life trajectory, interspersed with the grievances and grievances of the wealthy masters and apprentices, are both glamorous and explicit, but different from the previous ones, the essence of this scandal is that Lin Qiubai licked the dog and turned over. object to go.

Everyone listened with gusto.

Nine of the ten performances on the stage in the city were performed by threesomes, and the performances were full.

Even the number of people wearing white boots and scarlet clothes in the streets and alleys suddenly increased, and they were all dressed in imitation of Lin Qiubai.

It's like setting off a Lin's hurricane.

Lin Qiubai was very sad.

He finally realized that he didn't seem to have a pet relationship, the spirit crane was not close to him, the golden-winged bird left without saying goodbye, and even the previously lively goldtail was depressed recently, often falling into a deep sleep after eating.

Since he decided to move to this palace, the goldtails have also been moved to a bigger pond by him, but the situation still doesn't seem to be getting better.

He squatted beside the pool, staring worriedly at the reflection in the water.

At this moment, the sound of a creaking wheelchair gradually approached. The boy in white clothes pushed the handle expressionlessly, and Yun Liuling looked down lovingly at the young man in front of him, "Qiuqiu." Too much attention."

"You were not like this when you were a child."

Lin Qiubai looked back and whispered, "What was I like when I was a child?"

"Like Xiaoju." Seemingly seeing Lin Qiubai's ignorance, Yun Liuling touched the top of his hair and smiled, "Like Xiaoju, lively and shining on the people around you like a flame. When you were young, your favorite thing to do was ..." After a pause, he said, "Lie on the lap of the teacher."

Lin Qiubai stretched out his hand and wiped his face.

Xiaoju eats a lot every day, but she hasn't grown up at all. She flaps her wings like a little fire ball, bounces and rolls over, blinking her eyes, rubbing against Lin Qiubai's arms.

Its feathers are as soft as cotton. Lin Qiubai hugged it and squeezed it. Xiaoju seemed to exude warmth naturally. He hugged it tightly a few times, unable to put it down.

Yun Liuting's smile deepened: "But it's good to grow up."

"There are some things you can only do when you grow up."

Lin Qiu turned pale and blushed, doubting that he was disrespecting his teacher and making a double entendre, holding Xiaoju in his arms and saying vaguely: "Master Yun, can you tell that Xiaoyu is... What's wrong?"

Yun Liuling glanced at the pool, not paying much attention: "Don't bother, nothing will happen."

Lin Qiubai said softly: "But he has been sleeping for more than 20 days."

Yun Liuling sat on the wheelchair and smiled: "Come closer, and I'll tell you."

Lin Qiubai walked up to him and leaned over, Yun Liuling turned his head and leaned into his ear and said: "His family has a few days every year, lethargy during the molting period, it will be fine to get over it."

The warm and shallow breath was blowing on the sensitive ear tips, Lin Qiubai's neck was itchy, and he was about to step back, when his waist was suddenly taken away, and he staggered into Yun Liuxing's arms, a wave that seemed to be absent The faint and long-lasting fragrance of bergamot filled his nostrils, and a piece of softness rubbed against his cheeks, which were Yun Liuxing's lips. He opened his mouth slowly:

"Qiuqiu, do you want to..."

Before the words were finished, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply in the next moment. From the warmth of spring in March to the cold winter, there was another figure beside the pool.

Han Linxiao expressionless: "Let go of my disciple."

Standing beside the clear and clean pool is the Immortal Chunyang, dressed in a dust-free snow robe, with long robes sweeping the floor, a hair crown that is meticulous, and a dust-free long snow sword hanging across Yun Liuxuan's neck.

I don't know what medicine Yun Liubing took, but Lin Qiubai lay softly in Yun Liuling's arms because he couldn't move due to the sweat on his forehead.As if turning a blind eye to the tense atmosphere that was about to explode, Yun Liuling stroked the top of the hair of the person on his lap, and stretched out his hand to brush away the hair that was wet with sweat and sticking to his cheeks, "Brother, I'm afraid I've misunderstood, Qiuqiu is my little apprentice, we I made an oath under the ancestral tree of the 33rd day that he is the only disciple in this life."

"Of course...he can only have me as a master."

Han Linxiao pursed his lips slightly, and his attitude was cold: "As a model teacher, you actually call your disciples like this."

Yun Liuting was puzzled: "Qiuqiu, is there anything wrong with calling it like this?"

"I don't have the complicated rules of going to Qingshan for 33 days, and I insist on a way of doing things casually, not to mention that your brother Han broke the rules for Qiuqiu, isn't it rare?"

Han Linxiao looked at him coldly.

Yun Liuling listened and rubbed the jade pendant on his waist with his fingertips, raised Lin Qiubai's chin with his hand, and said with a deep smile, "Come on, call me Master."

Lin Qiubai already knew that his appointment was due to amnesia, and he had inextricably linked with the two before, so he didn't feel as disgusted as before: "Master."

With a smile in Yun Liu's eyes, he glanced at Han Linxiao.

Han Linxiao's eyes fell on Lin Qiubai, Lin Qiubai had a headache and could only shout out again: "Master."

This time it was Yun Liuxing who looked at Han Linxiao coldly.

If outsiders knew that the two brothers turned against each other just because of the same name, they would probably shout inconceivable.

At this moment, Lin Qiubai felt like a wall separating the two people into opposite sides, Han Linxiao's chill spread all over his body, and the ice sculpture-like person exuded a terrifying aura.

The Chunyang sword spirit, who had been suppressed for a long time, made a comeback again, taking the opportunity to sneer and ridicule.

"Listen, what does it mean to swear under the ancestral tree that he is the only disciple in this life? Is this an apprenticeship or a marriage contract?"

"Do you dare to say that his thoughts on Qiuqiu are pure master-student love? You will regret it if you don't do it again, let alone there is a fish diving in the pond to covet it."

"Kill him, and you will be Qiuqiu's only master. After chopping up the fish, you can bring him back to Shangqing Mountain."

Han Linxiao was really murderous at a certain moment, but he soon realized that the ripples in his deep eyes gradually calmed down, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyelids were lowered, and his firm consciousness turned into countless sword intents to seduce him. His Pure Yang Sword Spirit shattered into pieces.

He just regarded Lin Qiubai as his disciple, but he favored Lin Qiubai unknowingly...

Absolutely, there is no such thing as eros.

What Sword Spirit said was nothing to worry about, it was just bewitching him.

After closing his eyes and then opening them, Han Linxiao's eyes were already clear. He stopped talking to Yun Liuling, and directly hugged Lin Qiubai from his knees, turned around and disappeared in the same place. Lin Qiubai didn't expect him to say a word If you don't agree, start your hands, and reflexively hug the opponent's neck.

Yun Liuling didn't stop him either, his expression was as kind as ever, but the gaze he cast on Lin Qiubai was meaningful.

...

Han Linxiao carried Lin Qiubai back to the inner hall, and the lights in the corridor lit up one by one, and the Xuyun bed immediately floated over to catch Lin Qiubai, and the Xujin also automatically flew to cover him.

Xuyun and Xujin are spiritual plants grown in the West, each of which can reach a hundred years of cultivation, and is good at camouflage, capable of traveling thousands of miles in a day, and is extremely difficult to catch. Another feature is that it is particularly soft and comfortable to sleep. Knowing that Lin Qiubai used it as a bedding, I'm afraid I would beat my chest, it's unbelievable.

Lin Qiubai was lying on the bed, the tapestry gently wrapped his limbs, there were more than a dozen heaters in the corner, and there was a warm stone the size of a face in the bedding, and the warm air was continuously emitted. If an ordinary person were here, he would definitely talk Jiao Gan was sweating profusely, but Lin Qiubai's hands and feet were cold and he was shaking all over, "It's cold..."

Clusters of cold snapped around his limbs.

Han Linxiao looked at Lin Qiubai who was in a ball on the bed. He was curled up in the white fabric, only a lock of slightly raised hair was exposed. The ball was trembling slightly at first, but then the shaking became more and more intense. big.

Lin Qiubai is a rare body of the most yin, that is, the top of the furnace physique. His natural skin is white and has a sensual fragrance, and even somewhere there is a beauty in the world. The body is born with defects, and every fifteenth day of the lunar month, the cold air will invade the body and the cold will attack the body, and life is worse than death.

Han Linxiao was also helpless.

The mountain walls of the Shangqing Mountains stand thousands of feet high and the mountains and plains are full of pure yang energy, which can just clash with the yin and cold qi in Lin Qiubai's body. Extremely prosperous, it can also restrain cold diseases.

However, Qingting Peak is only full of aura, so it cannot suppress the cold disease.

"I'll take you back to Shangqing Mountain." Han Linxiao couldn't remain indifferent. He looked at the pale and frail young man in front of him as if soaked in cold water, his neck was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his heart like stagnant water seemed to be clenched by invisible big hands. He leaned over and picked him up.

Han Linxiao, who practiced ruthless swordsmanship, was full of pure yang energy, which was a fatal temptation for Lin Qiubai. The hot and pure masculine breath continuously invaded his senses. He buried his face in the opponent's arms and breathed greedily. Weak: "No, don't..."

Han Linxiao: "Why not?"

Because the memory has not been restored, Lin Qiubai does not want to unlock the new map, which will make him feel insecure. Since the system disappeared inexplicably, although he looks plain, there is always an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

What's more, he has been supporting himself all this time.

Lin Qiubai was very cold all over, and his voice was soft and out of tune, "Just, just no, don't..."

He turned his head and stretched out his hand to pull Han Linxiao's hand. The palm was wet with cold sweat. Lin Qiubai's limbs were nestled into an arc, revealing his fragile and fair neck. The delicate sweat covered it with a hazy beauty. His hand is like a stove that continuously delivers warmth to him.

On the day when the master and apprentice have been separated for decades, it seems that the two have never been so close to each other.

Han Linxiao thought to himself.

Lin Qiubai's waist was soft, and his knees were also soft. Han Linxiao adjusted his posture so that he was half-ly lying in his arms, with that delicate and beautiful face buried in his neck, and he embraced Lin Qiu with his whole body. Bai, hugged him from behind, and said in a low and calm voice, "Well, if you don't want to go back to Qingshan, then you won't go back, and I will accompany you as a teacher... If you feel uncomfortable, just bite." Lin Qiubai's lips.

The wheelchair turned slightly outside the door.

There are almost no diseases in this world that are difficult to cure. He has already thought of a restraint method, but it is a bit cumbersome. After Lin Qiubai's cold illness broke out today, the cold Linxiao, which is full of yang qi, is very beneficial to him. It was only then that he let Han Linxiao take him away so easily.

But such an opportunity, he will only give it once.

...

After tossing and turning all night, Lin Qiubai slumped on the bed with black eyes, and after another sleep, he stretched himself out of bed. Han Linxiao stayed with him all night, and didn't wake up until he fell asleep. Go outside and practice swords.

Some habits cannot be changed overnight. Even though he has attained the Dao, he still maintains the habit of practicing swords when he was young.

Although he was shivering from the cold and his consciousness was blurred, Lin Qiubai still remembered that Han Linxiao's wrist was full of saliva from being bitten by him.

Of course, a cripple like him couldn't hurt Han Linxiao who was a fairy, but his drool was unsightly.

You must think of a restraint method.

Lin Qiubai didn't know that Yun Liuzhen was already thinking about it for him, and he only wanted to solve the problem by himself. He suddenly remembered that he had heard Su Ai mention the secret realm of burning flames before.

It is said in ancient books that the sun-burning grass unique to the secret realm of the Qianqian Burning Flame can suppress cold and disease.

The secret realm of Qianqian Burning Flame will be opened once every 100 years, and it will only be two days later.

Yun Liuxuan retreated to refine medicine, and Han Linxiao walked in with porridge, otherwise he would be doing something inappropriate, but he would be as cold and noble as a god.

After the porridge cooled down a bit, Lin Qiubai stirred it with a spoon. The taste was the familiar skill of Yuhualou chef, sweet and salty.

"Cold illness," Han Linxiao sat at the table, looked at him and said, "Once a month?"

Lin Qiubai took a mouthful of porridge and nodded.

He couldn't stop talking, and he ate the porridge with relish. The slightly bulging cheeks looked white and soft, making people want to poke them.

Han Linxiao's expression was slightly condensed, how much suffering did the young man suffer in front of those years that he could not see?

The porridge bottomed out in a short while, Lin Qiubai thought for a moment and looked up at Han Linxiao: "I want to go out in a couple of days."

Han Linxiao: "Where are you going?"

"The secret realm of eternal burning flames."

As soon as the words fell, Han Linxiao knew what he was thinking. If there is a spiritual herb that can temporarily restrain the cold disease in the cultivation world, it must be in the secret realm of burning flames. He looked at the young man holding tea and rinsing his mouth and said in a deep voice: "You and I go together."

The cold attack last night seemed to have invisibly narrowed the relationship between the two.

Lin Qiubai thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Qingting Peak Hongguang Hall.

In the tidy and grand hall, the elegant bamboo fragrance is sent from the half-closed window. Daoist Hongyu is sitting in front of the desk and painting. He originally wanted to paint a white peony in full bloom in the courtyard, but Lin Qiu always appeared in front of him. Bai Ning's eyebrows and eyes were condensed, and he didn't realize that he had drawn a small portrait of Lin Qiubai on the rice paper until the door was pushed open.

He was startled, and hurriedly pressed the rice paper under the book. The person who came in was Yu Chuci, and he asked curiously: "Master, what are you drawing?"

"Draw it casually," Master Hongyu suppressed his beating heart, tried to stabilize his emotions and said: "In a few days, you will know about the secret realm of dry burning flames. I hope you will experience it."

The author has something to say: it will be on the shelves tomorrow, around 23:[-] /

From August onwards, the sixth day of the meeting will be a double update, what a chirp!

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