My masters are all over the world of comprehension

The faint scent of flowers in the courtyard wafted into the window, and Han Linxiao suddenly woke up.

However, the next moment, his whole body was stiff.

When he regained consciousness, he could feel the breath and smell, and he was sucking hungrily on the lips of the person under him.

Lin Qiubai lay unconsciously under him, a faint blush appeared on his porcelain-white cheeks, and the scent of flowers on his body mixed with his own faint breath lingered on Han Linxiao's nose.Shocked in shock, his lips trembled violently, but he happened to take another mouthful of the plump, thick lips of the young man.

Soft and elastic, with a hint of milky sweetness.

Be aware of what you are thinking.

Han Linxiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly folded back and retreated, shrinking to an inch, and he was ten miles away in a blink of an eye.

When he woke up last time, he saw the little apprentice naked, but this time he was even more stimulated than last time.The ups and downs in his heart are naturally clear to the sword spirit.

He didn't understand why Han Linxiao was unwilling to admit that he clearly had obsession with Lin Qiubai and had other thoughts, instead he just blindly deceived himself.

"What was going through your mind when you kissed him?"

"Your heart is messed up."

At this time, at a place ten miles away from Huqi Mountain, there is an overwhelming downpour, thick and heavy clouds cover the sky, and the heavy rain pours down. Han Linxiao stands under a flower tree with his hands behind his back, with an invisible screen around him The hood cut off the pouring rain outside, and he quietly looked at the blurred distant mountains in the misty rain.

Sword Spirit is trying to induce him.

"If you love him, you must have him."

"You are just suppressing yourself now, but it doesn't work. Sooner or later, there will be a bigger explosion."

For monks, love is different from ordinary mortals who live together to grow old together. A little carelessness will become persistence and demons on the way to seek the Tao, so it is often not taken lightly.

"You lost him once more than a hundred years ago," Jian Ling said in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Have you ever seen a master-student relationship where the disciple died unexpectedly, and the master would lose his soul and even have a broken heart? You clearly cared about him a long time ago, If you fall in love with him, the relationship between you is no longer a pure master-student relationship."

Died unintentionally.

Hearing this word, Han Linxiao, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly had a gleam of blood in the depths of his indifferent eyes, and a trace of pain and anger appeared vaguely: "Shut up!" He tightened his finger bones, and the surging power poured out from his waving hands.

The redundant woodcutters in the hut were concerned about the rain outside, and saw the jagged mountain peaks being instantly flattened.

The woodcutter thought it was a rain curtain, but in the next moment, rocks pierced through the air and debris flew, mud and rocks fell from the mountain, most of the mountain wall slowly collapsed in the rain, and the majestic mountain peak fell apart in a blink of an eye.

A bang.

...

The thick cloud dissipated halfway to Huqi Mountain, Lin Qiubai lay on the bed and slept soundly all night, and didn't wake up until the next day when the sun rose three poles.

When he woke up, Lu Lancang and Lu Tingxi came to him and took him to visit Huqi Mountain.

So after breakfast, Lin Qiubai set out with them to walk around Huqi Mountain. Huqi Mountain has thousands of caves, large and small. Yiren cherishes spiritual plants and spirit beasts running everywhere, and the rich and abundant aura does not look like the end of the Dharma era.

Lin Qiubai also greeted the elders who were not retreating.

The elders and disciples of the Lu residence all received the news that the lost Young Master Lu was surrounded by enthusiastic people all the way back to his residence, scrambling to give out the gifts that had been prepared long ago.

Lin Qiubai didn't put them in the storage bag, but held them all in his hands.

Lu Tingxi wanted to help him but he refused.

Walking down Huqi Mountain, he also found that the style of the Lu Mansion is simple, and the disciples are indeed very obsessed with cultivation. For example, in the holy place of cultivation, Sanxing Waterfall, dozens of disciples sat under the smooth stone wall to withstand the erosion of the water. Day and night, the brilliance is incomparable, and the brilliance can be seen, forming a huddled sphere. Even sitting on it feels uncomfortable or even unable to maintain balance. Sit firmly and firmly, and the eight winds will not move.

Lin Qiubai closed his eyes and felt for a while, these disciples were all above Nascent Soul.

Even the Yuanying disciples of the Daoyan Sect are considered talented, and they are the best among the inner disciples. They can even serve as the suzerain master in the small sect, but the Lu family's sweeping servants also have Yuanying. It's the distraction period going up.

Lin Qiubai inquired about this matter, Lu Lancang said: "The natural state of peace of mind improves faster."

He also agrees with this point in his heart. In the world of peach blossoms and willows and green flowers in the outside world, how can it be possible to stabilize Dao Xin and make great progress by gossiping today and chatting about tomorrow?

Unknowingly, they walked to the bottom of the cliff, facing the gate of the animal mouth intertwined with iron locks at the foot of the mountain, there was no grass growing beside the gate, and it was especially abrupt in the lush and lush Huqi Mountain. Lifelike and ferocious, the iron locks on the door seem to be intended to imprison the things inside, and there are frequent disciples walking and patrolling around.

Lu Tingxi, who was chattering all the way here, was also exceptionally silent, Lin Qiubai said: "This is—"

Lu Tingxi nodded: "The old devil is sealed here."

When he was young, he often came here repeatedly out of curiosity, but after Mrs. Lu was injured, he also hated this place so much that he hadn't visited it again for many years.

"What is the origin of the old devil?"

After saying hello to the patrolling disciples nearby, Lu Lancang replied, "It is said that the old devil and Feng are related."

In fact, Lu Tingxi was also curious about the identity of the old devil when he was young, but he didn't dare to ask the unsmiling Palace Master Lu, and he couldn't ask Madam Lu who was in poor health, so he browsed books by himself in the Library Pavilion But all to no avail.

Fengdu, Demon Realm.

As long as you think about it a little bit, it seems that some memory is ready to come out.

Lin Qiubai guessed that this had something to do with his lost memory. Whether it was for Mrs. Lu or to restore his own memory, Feng had to go, but he couldn't bluntly say that he would be discouraged from going to Demon Realm, so he said softly: "I want to go out experience."

His wish was soon passed on to Palace Master Lu.

Palace Master Lu's face was calm, only the slight veins on his arms showed his clues. He looked at the young man with soft waxy cheeks in front of him: "It's not stable outside recently."

Lin Qiubai said seriously: "I can take care of myself."

Palace Master Lu nodded, turned to look at Lu Tingxi, and was about to tell him to take care of Lin Qiubai, when he heard Lin Qiubai say: "I will go alone without my second brother."

Lu Tingxi's face collapsed immediately: "Qiuqiu—"

Lin Qiubai whispered: "Second brother is too talkative."

Lu Tingxi: "..."

Lu Lancang frowned slightly and felt it was wrong, but he didn't express his opinion, so Lu Tingxi turned his head and looked at Mrs. Lu expectantly, hoping she would say something.

But again his hopes were dashed.

Although we have only been together for less than two or three days, Mrs. Lu has known for a long time that Lin Qiubai will leave sooner or later. Although the time is short, but seeing her child back with her own eyes and not complaining about her, Mrs. Lu has nothing in her heart. Reddish eyes, but a smile on the lips.

Palace Master Lu fixed his eyes on him, dignified and sharp, and said after a while: "Have you decided?"

Lin Qiubai nodded.

Palace Master Lu pondered, then nodded and said yes, and handed him a storage bag full of elixir and spiritual weapons, as well as various delicacies. It can be seen that Palace Master Lu is serious and serious, but his mind is very serious. Delicate, Lin Qiubai's preferences can be seen at a glance.

The kit for storage is small and cute. On the front is embroidered a little fox holding a ball of wool and acting like a baby.

Palace Master Lu: "Your mother embroidered this for you."

Lin Qiubai lowered his eyes and rubbed the fine stitches with his fingertips.

At this time, five or six servants joined forces and brought up an object covered with a white cloth. Palace Master Lu walked over and uncovered the layer of white cloth. Underneath was a gleaming golden armor, which was tightly wrapped from head to toe. What is frightening is the weight when he landed, making a dull sound, it can be seen that it weighs more than a thousand gold.

Palace Master Lu: "The name of this item is the Forbidden Hazel Armour. According to legend, it is the proud work of the island owner of the Spirit Artifact Island, which has spent his whole life. There is nothing that monks in the Mahayana period can do. If they are in danger—"

After a pause, he said, "Just hide in."

Lin Qiubai was dumbfounded.

Isn't this, isn't this just a turtle shell?

Of course he has heard of the reputation of the golden hazel armor. It is said that it is made of black iron and is so heavy that five Nascent Soul stage monks can lift it completely. He can move around in witch hazel, so I deliberately told him to hide in it.

Father's love is so heavy.

……

Lin Qiubai didn't want to take the witch hazel on the road, but Palace Master Lu insisted that he couldn't insist on refusing, so he stuffed the witch hazel into the storage bag and left Huqi Mountain.

When he left, more than half of the people came to see him off, covering half of the mountain.

Lin Qiubai sat cross-legged on the flying spiritual weapon, holding a fresh and juicy spiritual fruit, eating it with great joy. This spiritual fruit is also a specialty of Huqi Mountain. The juice is rich and the flesh is as sweet as honey. He fell in love with it as soon as he ate it This taste, even the goldtail fish also thinks it is good, it is very face-saving.

Fortunately, Palace Master Lu put a lot in the storage bag, enough for them to eat for a while.

Lin Qiubai's flying artifact is a large flying carpet, which floats undulating in mid-air like a headband drifting with the waves. After floating in mid-air for a while, he realizes that he doesn't know how to get to Fengdu. .

He happened to see the majestic buildings below, and the streets were decorated with lights and festoons. He put away the spiritual blanket and walked around the city, and met the disciples of Yushoumen at the door.

"Brother, look, isn't that Lin Qiubai!"

The disciples of the Beast Sect in Jubao Building were quite impressed with Lin Qiubai, and when they saw him, they were so excited that they shouted: "Friend Lin! Mrs. Lin!"

Lin Qiubai was shocked by the shout and looked up.

On the avenue decorated with lights and festoons of people coming and going, a row of green onions and juicy radish heads were trying to wave at him.

In the open-air teahouse by the street, the disciple of Yushoumen was sitting on a stool eating hot soup and small wontons. When he looked up and saw Lin Qiubaideng, he was very excited.

Since leaving Jubaolou, Senior Brother Ning has often been in a trance after returning to the sect.

They guessed that Senior Brother Ning liked this beautiful Lin Xianyou so much, and Lin Xianyou also gave Ning Senior Brother a spiritual pet, rounding it up was a token of love, so it wouldn't be too much to call sister-in-law?

Therefore, when Ning Lang hurried over after receiving the sound transmission, he saw his fellow disciples pestering a familiar young man, calling his wife and asking this and that, his voice so loud that the whole street could hear it clearly Clear?

Ning Lang's face suddenly flushed red.

He walked over at a loss, and it happened that Lin Qiubai also noticed him, and raised his head: "Friend Ning Xian."

Ning Lang hurriedly covered the mouths of the most rambunctious youngsters, touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, my juniors and younger sisters are so inexperienced, they speak nonsense without restraint, Lin Xianyou don't take it to heart..."

Although the disciples of the Beast Sect had their mouths covered, Ning Lang did not use force after all, so they broke free with a slight struggle.

Several people looked at each other, elder brothers were like fathers, senior brother Ning treated them with heart and soul on weekdays, they naturally regarded senior brother Ning as their relatives, senior brother Ning liked this Lin Xianyou, they wanted to match the two so they had to create an opportunity!

Time waits for no one, such an opportunity is in front of you, but you must not let it go!

Thinking about it this way, the round-faced disciple of the Beast Sect suddenly frowned, crouched down with his stomach in his arms, and seemed to be in a very uncomfortable condition.

Ning Lang also frowned: "What's going on? Could it be that the old illness has relapsed?"

The round-faced disciple closed his eyes tightly and did not speak.

Lin Qiubai originally wanted to leave with an excuse, but now it is inconvenient to say it, so he said: "There is a medical clinic in front, why don't you go there and have a look?"

Everyone went to the medical hall together, but just two steps away, a float was passed in front of them, and the carriage was full of delicate orchids. Lin Qiubai raised his face and glanced at the bustling street market: "Recently, here is Is there an event to do?"

Ning Lang also glanced at the lifelike lanterns. Before he could answer, someone next to him answered, "Today is the Hundred Flowers Festival."

Before, Lin Qiubai was busy wandering around behind the buttocks of Daoist Hongyu. He didn't even participate in the group music conference, so why did he pay attention to the Hundred Flowers Festival? After thinking for a while, he pulled out the relevant information from his mind——

It is said that the Hundred Flowers Festival is a tradition in Jinling City. It is a day for male cultivators in the cultivation world to celebrate together. Today, the top ten beautiful and beautiful Baihua fairies will be selected by voting.

Of course, it is not limited to men and women, and those who come out on top will be called the king of flowers and the queen of flowers.

Before that, the Queen of Flowers had always been the Charming Fairy, and the King of Flowers was Mr. Lanxie.

However, this year, it has been reported that Fairy Charm is in a complicated and confusing four-corner relationship. Whether Fairy Bingqing is expected to pull Fairy Charm off her horse has become a hot spot of concern for many people, and the popularity of the Hundred Flowers Festival is unprecedentedly high.

The person who answered the conversation gossiped: "It is said that Fairy Bingqing has already led by more than 3000 votes."

Finally, after the orchid carriage went away, they were about to go to the medical hall, but a beautifully dressed woman with a curvaceous figure ran out of the cosmeceutical shop next door, and knocked the round-faced disciple to the ground. One of the two porcelain vases she was holding also fell, and it fell to the ground and shattered.

The woman knelt down and wanted to pick up the porcelain bottle, but found that the incense inside had already dripped away. She was heartbroken, and she pushed the round-faced disciple with her backhand and slapped her: "It's really bad luck!"

The round-faced disciple was standing there without moving at all, but was rushed by the woman and fell to the ground. Before he could react, he was pushed to the ground again, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Ning Lang helped him up, and said to the woman, "Apologize."

The woman dismissed her with disdain, and her delicate facial features showed sarcasm and arrogance, but Lin Qiubai sniffed her nose, her eyes wandered around and finally landed on the incense dripping all over the floor: "This thing... I advise you Do not use it."

The woman didn't notice the young man who was squatting on the ground at first, but when he raised his head to reveal his beautiful face, she couldn't help being jealous, and her voice was sharp and mean: "What do you know? If you want to meddle in your own business, why don't you get out of here?" go aside."

Ning Lang couldn't bear it anymore and was about to go forward to pull her, but Lin Qiubai grabbed his sleeve first: "Don't touch her."

Knowing it was not the time, but the arm muscles felt the delicate fingertips, Ning Lang couldn't help but his heart pounded and his body tensed up. He couldn't even hear what Lin Qiubai said, so he just stood there obediently.

The woman was even more furious.

This is like treating her like a plague.

She raised her brows and was about to curse, but at this moment, people around her had already noticed the farce here, the woman's appearance is charming and her temperament is outstanding, even when she is angry, she is charming and charming, and immediately someone recognized her as the recent gossip popular half of the cultivators The enchanting fairy of the world.

"It's really her, Fairy Charm!"

"That face is really charming and moving for decades."

"Look, it's nice to be angry."

……

Seeing that she was about to be recognized by others, the woman couldn't boss her around in public, so she covered her face with the curtain, and left in a hurry with the porcelain bottle tightly in her arms.

The disciple of Yushoumen was furious: "Why is this person so unreasonable!"

Lin Qiubai: "Let's go to the clinic first."

A group of people went to the medical hall in a mighty way. There was a formation in the medical hall. After entering through the narrow door, there was a hole in the sky. They entered the inner room under the guidance of the medical boy.

A middle-aged doctor walked out of the room, and after listening to their explanation, he made a diagnosis.

The interior of the medical hall is bright and clean, with a row of green asparagus bamboo placed along the wall, and ice basins are set up at the four corners to cool off the heat, making people feel cool and refreshed as soon as they walk in.

The middle-aged doctor said: "It's not a relapse of the old disease, but a slight heat stroke. It will be fine to rest here for a while. Some skin wounds on the arms can be wiped with medicine and it will not be a serious problem."

Hearing that it wasn't a relapse of the old disease, Ning Lang felt relieved a little, and explained to Lin Qiubai: "My junior brother was seriously ill before, and it was only thanks to Lin Qiuyou's generosity that he was completely cured."

Hearing what he said, Lin Qiubai also remembered the smell he smelled on Ning Lang when they first met: "Where is the wormwood?"

Ning Lang nodded: "It's him." At that time, the round-faced disciple was infected with an epidemic, and the medicine was very expensive. If it wasn't for the high-grade spirit stone presented by Lin Qiubai, he might have survived the disease, and Ning Lang couldn't be more grateful to Lin Qiubai. As Yan Biao said, he said to the round-faced disciple lying on the bed and looking over: "Thank you Lin Xianyou yet?"

The round-faced disciple immediately smiled and said, "Sister-in-law is so kind, thank you, sister-in-law!"

Unexpectedly, he would utter such a sentence, and Ning Lang's face was about to smoke, and he scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The round-faced disciple put the quilt over his head, and made a sleepy expression: "Brother, don't worry about me, I'll just lie down for a while and you guys go outside to drink tea and eat cakes."

Lin Qiubai was about to propose to leave: "..."

The rest of the disciples expressed that they would stay and take care of the round-faced disciple, so only Ning Lang and Lin Qiubai were the last ones to leave the clinic. To get mixed up, Lin Qiubai finally suggested: "How about we go to the Hundred Flowers Festival?"

Ning Lang bowed his head in response.

At this time, it was Shenshi, and the Hundred Flowers Festival had just kicked off.

On both sides of the straight and spacious avenue, there are colored lanterns hanging high, and the open-air venue at the end is decorated with orchids and peonies everywhere. When the breeze blows, the dark fragrance floats, and everyone present is full of longing.

Although the ranking in the beauty list of Xingshu Pavilion in the comprehension world is well deserved, many monks live in seclusion even though they are famous on the list, so everyone can't see their beauty. Those who participated in the Hundred Flowers Festival seemed to be the lifelong yearning of many single monks in the cultivation world.

In addition to the voting list, there is also a reward list.

This is also the source of most of Jinling's tax revenue.

The closer you get to the venue, the more people come and go. After receiving the tickets from the gatekeeper, the formation will send them into the venue, and the inside is full of people.

The orchid symbolizes Lord Lanxie, and the peony is the favorite of Fairy Charm. There are men and women monks with peonies on their heads or orchids on their chests everywhere to support the two and persuade others to vote for them.

Surprisingly, there were not a few people who lobbied for Fairy Bingqing.

Ning Lang frowned, he really didn't like that hot-tempered and unreasonable Charming Fairy, so when someone wearing a peony came up, he would turn around and leave first.

"Friend Lin Xian."

Lin Qiubai suddenly heard someone calling him, and turned his head to see that he was a gentle and elegant young man in white clothes with a jade flute pinned to his waist. He had a handsome and delicate face. resignation feeling.

People around whispered: "Young Master Lanxie!"

In fact, Mr. Lanxie is just a miscellaneous five spiritual roots. He was originally just an inconspicuous companion. Later, he flourished after he became famous under the name of the second Yu Chuci. He is a popular celebrity, and rich women and nuns often give him gifts or accompany him on trips.

Some time ago, he heard people bragging about Lin Qiubai's beauty, but he thought it was an exaggeration, so when he heard someone say he saw Lin Qiubai, he immediately came to look for him.

Lin Qiubai is also a well-known person, if he can get on with the conversation, then he will have something to talk about.A person like him who has no talent for cultivation and is tired of training wants to be followed for a long time, so he can only keep looking for topics.

What's more, you can use the other party to set off your own beauty.

Why not do this kind of business?

He ran over without stopping, but he never expected that it was himself who became the foil.

When the young man turned his head to look, Lan Xie couldn't maintain his warm and polite smile.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-1500:13:11~2021-08-1600:13:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 5 fennel;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：凕心归墟20瓶；5222、言徵羽10瓶；533399502瓶；落叶知秋、迟散1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!