Teacher's life is hard to violate

Although the sky was getting dark, the high crescent moon illuminated the people's faces in the darkness. The sect master and Feng Shuyu hid in the dark and watched Tai Yi sit up, facing the people in the darkness with complex expressions.

The moonlight outside is soft, the wind is rustling in the forest, and a few stars hang in the sky flickering. The person on the bed opens the curtains to look at the scenery outside through the window and listen to the sound of the wind. Everything looks as usual General calm.

"It seems that tomorrow will still be sunny." Tai Yi muttered to himself.

The long black hair shawl, the gentle temperament and the thin body, as well as the exhausted look, still involuntarily make the visitor feel guilty.

Tai Yi is very kind to everyone, gentle and considerate, he is a very good friend, Su Yuanming is conceited, even more arrogant and unruly when he was young, only Tai Yi really regards him as a friend.

One wrong step, one wrong step, since the last time he almost put it too easily to death, there is no way out.

Taiyi showed sadness: "Is cultivation so important?"

Su Yuanming raised his resentful face: "As a talisman master, you who are admired by thousands of people will never understand."

Although Jindan cultivator seems powerful, his lifespan is so short compared to Nascent Soul. He has been searching for it for so long and has not broken through at this age. He really can't wait any longer.

Taiyi let out a dry cough, he had just woken up, his health was very poor, and he could hardly move half a step.

Feng Shuyu held down the sect leader who wanted to rush up, and lightly tapped the cushion at his hand with his fingers. Sure enough, he guessed right, as long as Tai Yi woke up, Su Yuanming would have to take the bait.

In the past, he was worried that something bad would happen to Tai Yi when he woke up. After all, he had only seen Su Yuanming, not that demonic cultivator, but now it was different. He had seen that demonic cultivator before.

Feng Shuyu has been a Demon Lord for such a long time, so he is very familiar with the existence of Demon Cultivators. At that time, he just suspected that there was something wrong with the middle-aged man who had been flattering the alchemist of Qingxumen. Later, he accidentally found out The identity of a middle-aged man.

However, the Qingxu Sect was infiltrated by the demon cultivator openly. It seems that after he left, there was no one in the Qingxu Sect.

Feng Shuyu sneered, this is really interesting.

Su Yuanming raised his sword, Taiyi closed his eyes, neither sad nor happy, but there was a faint disappointment between his brows.

"Junior brother sect master!" Feng Shuyu looked at the sect master who had already rushed out with a headache, he did not expect that a normally prudent person would be so reckless now.

Moxiu hasn't shown up yet, and going out now will be a failure.

Nascent Soul appeared, Jindan had no power to parry at all, just relying on coercion could make a Jindan real person kneel on one knee, not to mention that the sect master was in a rage, and he didn't restrain himself at all.

Su Yuanming, who was trapped, let out a long growl unwillingly. He was unwilling to fall short like this. After planning for so many years, how could he be willing to end up like this? For this moment, he even paid for his own grandson. If he died now Who can protect Fang'er, Fang'er will surely die!

A figure in the darkness suddenly appeared following the long roar, and those blood-red eyes locked on the target with hatred.

At this moment, Feng Shuyu rushed out suddenly, and the sword in his hand stabbed fiercely towards the back of the head sect with an unstoppable force.

Tai Yi's pupils shrunk, relying on his body riddled with holes, he insisted on forming a magic circle behind the head of the sect, trapping the visitors in it.

In just an instant, at the very moment, the head of the sect finally came to his senses, looking at Feng Shuyu, and... the trapped demon?

With the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole behind him, Moxiu shouted angrily in the magic circle that his cultivation level was not as good as that of the head of the Four Elephant Sect.

The moment everyone makes a move, their attention will be focused on the enemy on the opposite side. At that time, as long as he sees the timing, he will definitely be able to kill him.

Feng Shuyu held a sword flower and lost it behind his back.

The head of the sect also calmed down, observing the clothes of the person coming: "You are from the Qingxu Sect."

Although the person who came was a demon cultivator, he was wearing Qingxu Sect's clothes, which made it impossible to see the slightest difference. After all, no one dared to imagine that there were demon cultivators in the Qingxu Sect, the number one sect in the cultivation world.

So for a while, Taiyi and the others didn't even think about each other's real identity.

"What is the purpose of the people from the Qingxu Sect coming to the Four Elephant Sect?" The head of the sect was cruel. Although he did not manage the Four Elephant Sect for a long time, he was still the head of the Four Elephant Sect. He would never do anything that would endanger the Four Elephant Sect. Allowed.

Now is the day when Qingxu Sect is recruiting talents from various affiliated sects. As the third sect attached to Qingxu Sect, their Four Elephant Sect is naturally among them. Meaningful.

It was because they were afraid that they would hide their high-cultivation disciples and would not surrender to the Qingxu Sect, so they sent someone to check in advance.

The head frowned, no matter what the reason was, it was definitely not a pure behavior for someone from the Qingxu Sect to appear in the Four Elephant Sect at this moment.

Feng Shuyu stared at Moxiu's Qingxumen clothes, his stomach was churning, and the demon beside him flickered, reminding him of the sorrow of his previous life every now and then.

Finally, a mouthful of blood spat out from his throat, and Feng Shuyu wiped his mouth with an ugly face: "The people from the Qingxu Sect will be coming in a few days, let's deal with this matter then."

After finishing speaking, ignoring the worried eyes of Tai Yi and the head, turned and left, a drop of blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth again, blooming flirtatiously.

This is the first time he has vomited blood since he was reborn. Sure enough, he should go to Central Continent earlier. Lower Continent is really not conducive to cultivation. Even an ordinary beast in Central Continent can toss him to his current appearance. Walking everywhere, golden pills are not as good as dogs" is reasonable.

Go on fire!

Tai Yi didn't care about his body, and got out of bed in a hurry: "What happened to Shu Yu, why did he become mad."

The head catches the body that is too easy to fall: "Don't worry, brother is cold-tempered, and he has always done things properly. He will not let himself go on the road of destruction."

Even though he said this, the headmaster still couldn't help but think of the scene when he saw Feng Shuyu for the first time, the evil spirit surging in his eyes, if he didn't know that he was the body of the heavenly spirit, he would have mistakenly thought that the other party had been cultivating demons for a long time .

The head of the sect was right, Feng Shuyu would never put himself to death.

Even when he was encircled and suppressed in Tiankeng in his previous life, he didn't intend to blow himself up to kill a few people who besieged him, and kept a retreat at all times, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to preserve the Feather Spirit Stone intact.

[Coward, the people from the Qingxu Sect are here, and you dare not do anything. 】The heart demon floated in front of Feng Shuyu, with a mocking expression on his face.

Feng Shuyu looked at each other flatly, with more sarcasm in his eyes than the other: "If I hadn't been convinced that you were born from my memory, I would have thought you were just a ghost cultivator who failed in cultivation."

"Killing one person doesn't mean anything, what I want is for all the people who participated in the past to be scattered!"

Feng Shuyu clutched his chest, trying to suppress the turmoil again. The inner demon is indeed an annoying thing. This feeling of being divided into two makes him unacceptable. Fortunately, it is not his own inner demon.

Once the matter of the sect is over, no matter what kind of thing he is from Central Continent, if you mess with him, you can't live a happy life.

Feng Shuyu's body was still upright, and he pushed open the door with steady steps. No one could see that he was compulsively possessed.

Mu Wei, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened, squinting his eyes and hesitantly looking at the person at the door under the moonlight: "...Master?"

When he saw the blood on the corner of Master's mouth and the blood mark on his chest, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly got up: "Master, what's wrong with you."

Feng Shuyu waved away Mu Wei's hand that was supporting him: "Go back and lie down."

Mu Wei was stunned for a moment, but finally followed the order, and lay down on the bed almost instantly, staring at the wrong master, full of worry.

Feng Shuyu walked over and looked at Mu Wei as if he was looking directly at a dead object, but it was unexpectedly soft.

Mu Wei looked at Master's gray pupils, speechless.

Feng Shuyu lowered his eyes indifferently: "From now on, you are not allowed to speak, you are not allowed to make any movements, you are not allowed to close your eyes, and you are not allowed to open them."

Although Mu Wei was strange, she couldn't ignore Master's order, so she closed her eyes, leaving only trembling eyelashes.

In the darkness, his five sense organs became more sensitive. He clearly felt that the master lifted his quilt, and the soft bed collapsed again, revealing a figure with a warm body in the cold breath.

Mu Wei couldn't help but froze for a moment. The hand placed on his abdomen was the master's hand. It was a slender, white but decisive hand that he had never dared to touch.

Since he grew up, Shizun never hugged him again, but he never forgot the itching and warm feeling, but later Shizun became stronger and farther away, and he couldn't even look up .

To be able to have such intimate physical contact with Master again is something that he dare not even dream of.

"Master?" Mu Wei involuntarily called in a low voice, forgetting the previous order not to speak.

Curious that Master didn't say a word, Mu Wei moved cautiously, and when she completely turned over to face Master, Mu Wei took a breath and smiled wryly at her decision just now.

The master's face is like a crown of jade, but the frost that has not melted all year round makes it difficult to approach. Even in his sleep, he frowned slightly, as if his eyes would open sharply the next moment.

Master's mouth is very thin, and I heard people say that people with thin lips are always ruthless, but Mu Wei wanted to touch this faint color for a moment, making it warm and moist.

With a flash of thought, Mu Wei's eyes widened in horror, and she didn't dare to move again.

He didn't know when looking up turned into longing, and he dared to have such immoral feelings for Shizun. He had suffered, struggled, and even used pain to wake himself up, but when he faced Shizun hard that day , he thought...he's done.

Even now, facing the master in front of him, he can still remember that time, the master's brows and eyes were wet by the water under the waterfall, and the outline of the master's clothes clinging to his body was faintly visible.

That time, if Master hadn't suddenly opened his eyes, he would not have dared to imagine what he would do. Having such feelings is an insult to Master.

Mu Wei buried her head in Shizun's arms, there was the smell of clothes and a faint smell of blood, Shizun always likes to be clean, now it's absolutely abnormal.

But he's not normal, is he?

Mu Wei smiled bitterly, moved her waist slightly away from the master, and turned her body back when she saw that there was still no sign of stopping. A slap echoed clearly in the darkness.

Feng Shuyu turned over and fixed the unstable thing in his sleep, Mu Wei could only stare with two eyes, this night was the longest night he had ever had in his life...