Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

Li Mingjue kept complaining, secretly thought, Master suddenly got angry, just don't give any hints, and made trouble for him from the sidelines, calling his name all the time.

What's more, the master actually carved a small red sandalwood bauble for him, and no one will believe it if it is spread out.

A generation of Xuanmen masters actually did such a thing in private.

Master's ruthless way doesn't seem to be well cultivated, so he broke it so easily.

Nowadays, each attack is more ruthless, and each time has more tricks.

I don't know why, but the master doesn't look at that kind of thing, but he can learn it without a teacher.

Still thought of such a crooked idea.

"Master, the disciple really can't figure it out, otherwise, the master will beat the disciple up again."

Li Mingjue almost exerted all his strength, clenched his legs, trying to identify every grain of the rosewood.

If it was an ordinary time, he might be able to do it, but not long ago, he was pushed down by his master in the wilderness and bullied him severely.

Even if I move a little, I feel pain in my heart and lungs.However, the master didn't know how to pity him at all, and didn't feel sorry for his hardships, so he asked him to guess what to say.

Where can I guess this?He is not a roundworm in Master's stomach, he can find out what Master thinks.

He is the sheath, and the master is that kind of sword, one sword and one sheath.

With a cold face, Jiang Xuanling reminded him again: "Li, Ming, Jue."

"Hey! Master, the disciple is here!"

Jiang Xuanling's expression became even colder: "Li... Ming... Jue, do you understand?"

Li Mingjue was weeping, he really didn't understand what Master meant.Doesn't Master know that every time Master calls his name.

I couldn't help but subconsciously folded my straight and slender legs, and my lower back also felt a dull pain.

Something unsatisfactory is about to move, he is like a cat who likes to steal, and he can't bear it for a moment.

Even if the master just ticked his little finger, his whole body was elated, and his mind was involuntarily full of imagination.

They are all unspeakable, making people blush and blood spurting, and the ink in Li Mingjue's stomach cannot be described with suitable words at all.

He even gradually weakened his legs and feet under Master's low call, leaned into Master's arms, raised his hand to grab the collar, and couldn't restrain the hot air from his mouth.

"Master, Master, Master..."

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly want to call you Master."

Li Mingjue boldly leaned into Jiang Xuanling's arms, thinking to himself, he couldn't be the only one suffering, this fire was provoked by Master, how could Master be alone?

Then, through a layer of clothes, silently through a thin layer of clothes, he gently kneaded the master's legs—he originally wanted to go too far.

He was also afraid that Master would beat him to death with a single blow.He simply pinched the heel of the master's leg, twisted his feet, took off his shoes and socks, and boldly arched the master's leg.

"Master, this disciple really can't figure it out, how master wants to punish this disciple, then go ahead." Li Mingjue's face was as thick as a city wall, and his last integrity was completely shattered, "Anyway, this is how this disciple will be in his life. , has already been planted in the hands of the master, so the master can figure it out."

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

What do you mean by doing what you see?If he can do what he wants, how can the little apprentice be ordered to leave this place?

Seeing the little apprentice blushing and looking "at your disposal", Jiang Xuanling couldn't help laughing, and finally laughed out loud.

"Master, you old man, are you laughing?" Li Mingjue raised his eyes and stared at the face of the master, and asked with some fear: "Master, are you thinking about how to punish the disciple?"

"Mingjue, in your heart, has the Master always been extremely harsh on you, so that you have to be so careful to please me, is it?"

Li Mingjue thought about Master's words very seriously, then shook his head seriously, and even asked Master: "Being a disciple is no different from being a son. How can other people's evil disciples bully their masters and destroy their ancestors? , That's their business. But Mingjue only wants to be a 24-year-old disciple under the master's knee. The master tells the disciple to go east, and the disciple will never go west."

"Really? You always love to talk back, forget?"

"But Master also loves to talk back," Li Mingjue muttered, "The more disciples talk back, the more Master talks back."

"What did you say? Say it again."

"Master," he was like a cat, rubbing back and forth in Jiang Xuanling's arms, blinking his big black and white eyes, and coquettishly, "Master, please love this disciple, Master, don't bully disciple anymore. Disciple is just stupid, very stupid, very stupid, so stupid that he can't understand the mind of the master at all."

Jiang Xuanling couldn't help scratching the tip of Li Mingjue's nose lightly with his fingers, and said dotingly, "Okay, I love you, only you."

As he spoke, he patted the little apprentice's waist, motioning him to sit up, and raised his hand to remove the earthen pot hanging from the fire. A pot of white porridge had already been cooked in it, and the aroma was overflowing, and the rice soup was sticky. .

"Master, blow on it, okay? It's too hot."

"Okay, Master will give you a blow."

Jiang Xuanling lowered his head and blew on the white porridge in the crock, and when he raised his head again, the little apprentice was already kneeling on the ground, and obediently supported him with his hands, and said to him with his back: "Master, hurry up, this disciple can't last too long." Long-term."

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

He was shocked.

He almost threw the earthen pot out, his expression changed drastically, and he asked in surprise, "Mingjue, what are you doing?"

"Didn't the master say that if the disciple guessed it, he would feed the disciple porridge, if the disciple couldn't guess it... just... that's it."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. Like a quail, Li Mingjue buried his head and face in the clothes that the master threw on the ground. In order to make it easier for the master to feed him porridge, his hands became stronger.

"Hurry up, Master, please."

It was only then that Jiang Xuanling realized that the little apprentice still remembered his words.

If you guess it, drink it from the top; if you can’t guess it, drink it from the bottom.

Li Mingjue who is so obedient is really rare.

Jiang Xuanling couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and patted his waist, and waited for the little apprentice to turn his head in confusion, before he said seriously: "If you cook less, it's only enough for one mouth to drink, any more will be gone. I will punish you next time, come on, Mingjue, open your mouth."

"Thank you, Master! As disciples know, Master is the person who favors disciples the most in this world! Master is the best Master in the world!"

Li Mingjue got up quickly, put away his robe, knelt down in front of Jiang Xuanling, pressed his buttocks on his feet, smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he opened his mouth wide and let out an "ah".

Soon a spoonful of white porridge was fed to his lips.

To be honest, white porridge is just like that, neither sweet nor salty, and tasteless.Li Mingjue likes to drink and eat meat, and has always looked down on such bland things.

But at this moment, it seemed that he had eaten some delicacies from mountains and seas, and he drank the porridge without knowing it, and licked the rice grains on the corners of his lips eagerly.

Pulling the master's sleeve, Li Mingjue said coquettishly: "Master, Mingjue is almost hungry, Master, hungry, there is not enough food, Master."

"Be patient, and when you leave here, I will take you to dinner, okay?"

"Okay," Li Mingjue reluctantly agreed, suddenly pouted, pointed to his own lips, and motioned for Master to kiss him.

"You rely on this seat to spoil you, and you are becoming more and more daring. Whose apprentice do you look at, who is so obsessed with your master like you?"

Li Mingjue secretly thought, Master didn't know that, other people's disciples are all arrogant, everyone is a master at deceiving masters and destroying ancestors, what kind of imprisonment, many people, all kinds of fancy tricks , Only the master can't think of it, and there are no evil disciples who can't do it.

How do you say something?Masters are high-risk occupations in the cultivation world. If there is a beautiful senior brother, the risk will be reduced by half.

Although several senior brothers were born with stunning beauty, in Li Mingjue's heart, no one can match the beauty of the master.

"Master," Li Mingjue twisted the long hair hanging on his neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of Jiangzhen on the master, "I have never been loved by my father since I was a child, and I have never been loved by my mother. It's like seeing a piece of mud on the bottom of the foot, only the master has true feelings for the disciple. Apart from the master, the disciple really doesn't know who else to act like a baby to."

When Jiang Xuanling heard this, he couldn't understand his mood for a while.In a trance, I remembered that when I first met Li Mingjue, the child was covered in dirt, with a yellow and thin face, a few pieces of rag-like clothes hanging on his body, and a runny nose.

His expression was very dull, and when people asked him what, he couldn't hold back a word for a long time.Fortunately, there is a predestined relationship with Xianmen, and because of his pity, he was admitted to the sect.

Jiang Xuanling didn't like to be in contact with others, let alone take care of children, so he entrusted the young Xiao Mingjue to several other disciples to take care of them.

So many years have passed in a flash, the child who bowed his head in fright when he saw him back then has grown up so much now.

It also broke his ruthless way. The two are master and apprentice on the surface, but in fact they are Taoist couples.Done all the loving things.

Li Mingjue has already turned himself into a teacher's wife by relying on his dead skin and shame.

I don't know if it's luck or disaster in his life.

"Mingjue doesn't cry, Master loves you."

Li Mingjue nodded, thought for a while, and asked again: "Master, have you found Xiaojing's whereabouts? He has been running for so long, so he shouldn't be dead, right?"

"No, if he dies, the illusion will be shattered immediately. I am afraid that Yan Li will sneak a peek, so I set up an enchantment around the ruined temple."

With that said, Jiang Xuanling dressed Li Mingjue neatly, and with a wave of his sleeves, the barrier around the ruined temple disappeared.

There was a gust of wind blowing from nowhere, and there was a strong smell of blood in the nostrils.

The two quickly looked at each other, and then they both stepped out of the ruined temple, looking for the smell, and saw that Xiaojing, which had disappeared for a long time, reappeared.

At this moment, he is being tightly imprisoned by the vines spreading from the ground, and there are countless walking dead beside him.They scrambled to climb onto him.