Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

In the small courtyard, Yun Ziqing suddenly raised his head and stared at Lan Chuya, which became more and more novel.

Lan Chuya made him feel baffled, panicked, and asked anxiously, "Ziqing, what's wrong? I have flowers on my face?"

With a playful light in Yun Ziqing's eyes, he said leisurely, "I'm looking at the first such young uncle in this sect. I haven't seen you for two months. The elders have passed."

Lan Chuya immediately put away his worry and uneasiness, and an unscrupulous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Hey, I'm also very worried. After becoming everyone's uncle, the responsibility will be even heavier."

Yun Ziqing was amused by the other party's pretentiousness, and jokingly said, "Then Master Lan must lead us to carry forward Xiaoyaozong."

Lan Chuya suddenly became serious, "I don't want to do this thankless job, I just want to take you far away."

Yun Ziqing only thought that Lan Chuya was joking, "If you take me away and cause Master to be dissatisfied, what if I issue an order to kill you?"

Although the Ming Territory accounts for [-]% of the entire cultivation world, its territory is vast and immeasurable, but there are also some rules that everyone agrees on, such as this hunting order.

If the killing order is issued by a certain sect, all sects will unite to kill this person, because every sect will have some corrupt people, and Mingyu is so big, if you don't help, you want to kill someone who escaped Zongmen people, it is impossible.

Unless one escapes from the Ming Realm and goes to the Demon Realm and the Quicksand Realm, it will only be more dangerous there. Maybe one will be turned into a demon head, or the body will be divided and eaten. It is better to die in the Ming Realm.

Lan Chuya said sternly, "So, I will definitely try to get his consent to become an upright Taoist partner with you."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Yun Ziqing's lips, "Okay."

"Ziqing, shall we go and see Hongfeng?"

"it is good."

On the edge of the boulder, Lan Chuya waved his hand and took out a piece of bamboo. Yun Ziqing leaned lazily on it, with snow-white clothes and a cold face, looking like a god from beyond the sky, while Lan Chuya lay down, With his head resting on Yun Ziqing's lap, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, he felt comfortable and comfortable.

Prepare a small table before the bamboo collapses. On the small table, there are exquisite white jade tea cups, fragrant tea, refreshments, etc., for real enjoyment.

"Since ancient times, life has been such a joy, stealing half a day's leisure in a floating life."

Yun Ziqing lightly stroked Lan Chuya's black hair, and lightly parted his thin lips, "Did you steal your poetry while being lazy?"

Lan Chuya grabbed Yun Ziqing's hand and played with it, "No, but Ziqing, such a beautiful scenery, wouldn't it be perfect to recite a few poems for the occasion?"

"It's not bad." Yun Ziqing closed his eyes suddenly, and opened them again after half a cup of tea, "I have a better way to adapt to the situation."

Lan Chuya sat up, "What?"

"You'll know in a while." Yun Ziqing stood up, took out rice paper, brushes, ink, and pigments from the mortal world, fixed them with spells, then dipped the brush in the ink, and swished it.

Lan Chuya stood quietly by the side, looking at the white rice paper with more and more lines, strokes and paints, showing surprise, his eyes blinked more and more slowly.

"Ziqing, I didn't expect you to be such a good painter?"

Yun Ziqing smiled, showing neither humility nor pride, "I haven't painted for a long time, and I'm already unfamiliar with it. Compared with the masters of painting in the city, my work can only be regarded as clumsy."

Lan Chuya looked at Hongfenghai, and then at the painting, "Where is it? It's obviously a masterpiece, but I can't draw it anyway."

Yun Ziqing drew freely, "At that moment you wrote an inscription, what do you want to mention?"

"You can have this." Lan Chuya sat sideways on the bamboo floor, and began to think seriously.

Yun Ziqing didn't finish the painting until the sun was setting, and after finishing the painting, he waved to Lan Chuya, "Come and see, how is the painting?"

Lan Chuya was right beside him, drawing too seriously, he didn't even notice, "There will be no one who can draw better than you."

On the big rice paper, the picture of the red maple sea, boulders, clouds, mountain walls, bamboo houses, small courtyards, and the two of them resting on the bamboo slums is perfectly restored.

Lan Chuya took the pen in his hand and wrote down, "If it's like the moon's end is bright and clean, I'll never give up on ice and snow."

If I can be like the full moon in the sky, it will never lose money, then I, as ice and snow, will not hesitate to melt it for you.

After Yun Ziqing read the two prompts, his ears turned red.

Lan Chuya put down his writing brush, put his arms around Yun Ziqing's waist, and said ambiguously, "Ziqing, what's the matter, aren't my two inscriptions good?"

Yun Ziqing didn't look away, but nodded, "It's really good." He took out a blank scroll with his sleeves, put the painting in the scroll, and put it away, "Let's go back to the bamboo house, it's getting dark."

"Ah."

……

Minor groans and heavy breathing came from that bedroom, which had lasted for an hour.

While kissing the person under him, Lan Chuya undulated his body hastily, the quilt slipped from the graceful back to his waist, half-covered, which made people unable to help but imagine.

Yun Ziqing's whole body was glowing with a faint pink, passively enduring Lan Chuya's "roughness", his hands were pressed on the bed, his legs were separated, a hoarse and emotional moan escaped from his lips, it was as stimulating as an aphrodisiac the person on the body,

"Ziqing, Ziqing..." Lan Chuya suddenly hugged Yun Ziqing tightly, his voice became more and more urgent, and finally rushed to the top, and Yun Ziqing did the same, hugging Lan Chuya with his backhand, his head slightly raised , gasping for breath.

Lan Chuya smiled slightly, and pecked the corner of Yun Ziqing's lips, "Ziqing, are you comfortable?"

"Yeah." Yun Ziqing was delirious at the moment, and he responded reflexively. When he realized it, he was embarrassed, and his eyes were evasive, but he didn't dare to look at Lan Chuya.

Lan Chuya let out a low laugh, his voice was hoarse after a love affair, which made people feel numb, "Ziqing don't need to be embarrassed." He gently rubbed Yun Ziqing's waist with his hand, "You should be like me, frankly, I just love your body, it drives me crazy."

"..." Yun Ziqing pushed the person who was still pressing on him, "Come out."

Lan Chuya leaned over to wrap his arms around the other's earlobe and bit it lightly. He smiled wickedly, and said in an extremely charming voice, "I'm not enough." After saying that, what had softened just now hardened again.

Yun Ziqing froze and didn't dare to move, "It's been three times, aren't you tired?"

"I won't be tired no matter how many times I do it with you. Besides, I haven't asked you for three months, and I still have all my energy."

Yun Ziqing, "..."

……

After dawn, Lan Chuya came out refreshed and went to the kitchen to make porridge for Yun Ziqing, while Yun Ziqing was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly.

After the spirit porridge was cooked, Lan Chuya used a method to keep the spirit porridge warm, and then told Lan Guo, "You let him drink this porridge when he wakes up. I'm going to visit Master, so don't delay."

Lan Guo replied, "Yes, Brother Junyao."

Lan Chuya left a message for Yun Ziqing in the bedroom, and then flew to the Zongmen's peak area.

Now that he is the disciple of Patriarch Ling Jun, the restriction from the peak no longer hinders him, he flies directly to the entrance of Patriarch Ling Jun's cave and stops.

The peak is covered with snow and the temperature is low. The only growing plant is the red plum. The red plum blooms very beautifully. In a piece of white, the red plum blossoms are printed. No matter how you look at it, it is so beautiful.

Lan Chuya admired the scenery, admired it secretly, and then walked to the main entrance of Lingjun's ancestor's cave to salute, "Disciple Lan Junyao, pay respects to Master."

The door of the cave opened in response, and a majestic and deep voice came out, "Come in."

"Yes." Lan Chuya took a breath, and walked towards the cave at a leisurely pace.

Unexpectedly, the decoration in the cave is very simple, but the aura is dozens of times that of the cave below. Breathing here will make you feel more comfortable physically and mentally.

Right in front of the cave hall, an old man with white hair and beard was sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe, very dusty. Lan Chuya almost couldn't control the fluctuation of spiritual pressure, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Greetings, master." Lan Chuya bowed respectfully and kneeled three times and kowtowed nine times, paying homage to the master.

Patriarch Ling Jun was satisfied with Lan Chuya's attitude, "Jun Yao, from now on you and I will be master and apprentice, and you are also my only disciple. In the sect, as long as you don't do anything against the sect, basically no one would dare What to say, but you are also my face in the sect, so please don't disappoint me as a teacher."

Lan Chuya was stunned. Is Master telling him that as long as he has a good face, he can be domineering in the sect?This is completely different from what he thought about Master's lecture.

"Master, don't worry, the disciple will definitely keep Master's words in mind."

The patriarch Lingjun nodded, and he was very sure of Lan Chuya's talent. So far, not to mention letting the lotus seat shine four times, it is to upgrade from the second level of condensing energy to the sixth level of condensing energy within a year and a half. Unprecedented, "Well, this is a meeting gift from the teacher."

The ancestor of Lingjun handed Lan Chuya a Qiankun space, and Lan Chuya took it with both hands, "Thank you, Master."

"You can practice on your own in Zongmen. If you encounter any problems, you can come and ask."

"Yes." Lan Chuya was delighted. This means that there is a backstage, and no one's backstage has such a good feeling like him?So cool!

Patriarch Ling Jun nodded, feeling relieved towards Lan Chuya, "Go back and practice hard." After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

Lan Chuya suppressed his excitement, "Yes, Master."

……

Coming out of Ling Jun's ancestor's cave, Lan Chuya went to Wanjian Pavilion, and then went straight back to the small courtyard of the bamboo house.

Lan Guo sat in front of the bedroom door practicing, and the spiritual porridge next to him was still there.

Lan Chuya approached, "Guo'er, is Ziqing still awake?"

Lan Guo immediately opened her eyes, "Brother Junyao, Master Ziqing is still sleeping."

"Go back to your room and I'll take care of him."

"Yes."

Lan Chuya held the porridge and pushed open the door and walked in, put the porridge on the table, and then went to see Yun Ziqing.

The soft and handsome sleeping face, the white shoulders, and the alluring collarbone made Lan Chuya's eyes darken slightly. He thought, if he was a mortal, he would definitely be drained if he was with a man like Ziqing.

Sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at "Sleeping Beauty" quietly, and pulling up the quilt a little bit for him, so as not to seduce him again. Although the double cultivation can improve the two people's cultivation relatively quickly, but Ziqing The physical strength obviously cannot keep up, so it should not be too frequent.

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