Qing Leng Master Rescue Plan

"Master beat me so shamelessly, why don't you let me cry? Master can beat me, why can't I cry?"

Li Mingjue said firmly, "I didn't cry because I was sad, nor because I was afraid of pain, but because I felt ashamed! I hate myself for not being able to beat the master, and not for being able to deceive the master!"

After a pause, he turned around and gave Shizun a hard push, gritted his teeth and said, "Master is not worthy of my tears! The tears I shed are all for my lost dignity!"

Jiang Xuanling never expected that at such a time, the little apprentice would still speak such wild words. What he said before, he wanted to offend his superiors, deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, and insult him in various ways for his moral corruption.

I don't even think about who took the initiative at the beginning, and who tried every means to break his ruthless way.

But for some reason, hearing this, Jiang Xuanling's heart sank suddenly, and Jiang Xuanling said after a long time: "Since you are not happy, then let it be."

When Li Mingjue heard it, why should the master just say it?

Immediately slapped the shore, and said loudly: "It can't be, I don't say stop, but I can't stop! Master is happy, I haven't!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

Oh, it turned out to be dissatisfaction with desire.No wonder.

After a while of dizziness, Li Mingjue's arms were clamped backwards, and he was violently twisted towards the shore.

Damn master, damn Jiang Xuanling, this hand is so strong that he can't move at all. Like a big caterpillar, he slammed into the orchid grass with a snap.

The nostrils are rich in aroma, and the sound of running water behind you can be vaguely heard.

"Are you convinced? Do you still dare to talk back?"

Jiang Xuanling caught him and held the young apprentice's slender waist with one hand. He was surprised that his waist was sunken and extremely slender, and he could hold it with only one hand.

Facing the moonlight, he saw that the originally white and beautiful young man's body was already blushing, trembling under Jiang Xuanling's hands.

He was obviously terrified to death, but his mouth was extremely stubborn, he tried his best to turn his head, and bent his body in a posture that ordinary people can't do. The little apprentice cried before, and his eyes were still red, and there was a trace of grievance in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, I Not enough! Master can’t always have the final say! If Master doesn’t satisfy disciple tonight, disciple...disciple..."

He was seriously thinking about what to say in order to deter Jiang Xuanling.Suddenly his mind twitched, and he said in a strange way: "The disciple will do it himself!"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

After a long time, he let go of the shackles on the little apprentice with a complex expression, walked around in front of him, raised his chin with one hand, and forced him to look at him.

"You do it yourself? How do you do it yourself?"

Li Mingjue thinks that Master looks down on him a little bit. As an upright man, he has the basic right to use his body.

Could it be that without a man, he would have no happiness in this life?

Isn't it just the love affair, it looks like no one knows how to do it!

Immediately pushing Jiang Xuanling's wrist, Li Mingjue turned his head, with a handsome face flushed red from bullying, he said coldly: "Master, are you looking down on this disciple?"

Jiang Xuanling neither said yes nor said no, it was a tacit acquiescence in disguise.

After living so many years, what have you never seen?But for the posture of double cultivation, I really don't know much about it. The previous posture is nothing more than a self-taught posture.

At this moment, I heard the little apprentice say that he can do it himself.Surprised, but also quite curious.

Maybe even Jiang Xuanling himself didn't realize that his happiness is actually very simple, it is based on how to bully the little apprentice in a fancy way.

In this way, Li Mingjue felt that he had been greatly humiliated, men could not say no, men had to be anywhere.

Under shame and indignation, he didn't care about etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame. What's more, Xueyue Fenghua immediately changed from kneeling to sitting, with the door wide open facing the master, and directly performed for the master with his hands!

While performing, he looked at the master with a provocative face, as if to say "the disciple can do without the master".

Jiang Xuanling only felt the blood in his body surge up in an instant, and the nerves in his scalp were jumping, especially when he saw the young apprentice's face flushed, intoxicated, and his eyes blurred, like that charming goblin, captivating people's souls reverse.

I can't wait to catch him, press him down hard, and bully him until his face is red and tears are running down, so that he can stop.

Li Mingjue stared straight at Shizun, seeing his calm expression, thought to himself, there is no reason, what kind of old iron tree is Shizun, who is so calm.

Immediately, anger rose from his heart, and he sat directly in the master's arms, playing with the master's long hair with his slender fingertips, exhaling like orchids in the master's ear, to see if the master is in a mess.

Jiang Xuanling took a deep breath, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he said forbearingly: "Mingjue, don't mess around, you are tired tonight, Master will take you back to rest."

"Don't go!" Li Mingjue deeply felt that he had suffered a great loss from the master tonight, so he was not willing to follow the master, and with the strength of wine, he twirled his fingertips and picked a lotus pod from the air.

It is green and green, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, without vines or branches. There is a big shower head on the top, and round lotus seeds are wrapped inside.

"Master, look, is this thing long?"

Jiang Xuanling didn't know why, but he still nodded and said, "Long."

"Is that rough?"

Jiang Xuanling couldn't lie about this question, so he shook his head and said, "General."

So, Li Mingjue grabbed a few more plants out of thin air, and held them together in his hand, and said: "As the saying goes, a chopstick is easy to break, but a pair of chopsticks can't be broken. This time, Master, let's see if it's thick or not?"

"thick."

"How does it compare to Master?"

Jiang Xuanling: "..."

This time he finally understood that the little apprentice was not only dissatisfied with desires, but also an upright provocation to him as a master.

First he solved it by himself, and then he pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, but he stopped talking back.Just another way.

Jiang Xuanling frowned and asked him: "Mingjue, in this world of comprehension, is there really nothing worth your nostalgia?"

Li Mingjue didn't understand, tilted his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Xuanling remained silent, grabbed a handful of lotus pods with his backhand, broke off the lotus pods, picked out the lotus seeds, and threw away the small ones, leaving about a hundred round ones, about the size of a thumb.

It's full of moisture, and it bursts out with fresh juice when you pinch it.

"It's rare to have such fresh lotus seeds. It would be a pity to lose them, don't you think, Mingjue?"

Li Mingjue: "..."

For some reason, he always had the illusion that he had to think carefully before answering.

So, after thinking hard for a while, he made up his mind and nodded generally: "Yes... yes, it's a pity to lose it... If not, should the disciple feed the master?"

"Master does not eat, Master leaves all for Mingjue to eat."

As soon as these words came out, Li Mingjue was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized what was about to happen, he was already lying on the master's lap.

"These lotus seeds are fresh. Eating them is good for your health. Mingjue, haven't you always complained that Master treats you badly? Tonight, Master only treats Mingjue well." Jiang Xuanling said while feeding the lotus seeds to Li Mingjue. He said, "Don't give it to other disciples, all the lotus seeds are Mingjue, don't let a single one go out."

I don't know why, but I was not very happy to hear this.

After everyone was full, Li Mingjue struggled to get up from the master's arms, his lower abdomen was swollen and painful, and when he looked down, he was completely bulging.

Like a pregnant woman, with a white belly, lying in the arms of the master.

Li Mingjue was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses, once again he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot, regret it, regret it!

As early as when the master said that he wanted to take him back to rest, he should have readily agreed.

It's good right now, being fed a stomach full of lotus seeds by the master!

This day is simply impossible!

Fortunately, the master didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and he hugged him back.

As soon as Li Mingjue touched the bed, he quickly retreated to the corner of the bed, his head was covered, and he didn't say a word.

Jiang Xuanling glanced at him, thought for a while and went out.When he came back, he gently pulled the quilt, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, are you blinded? Come, eat something."

Now when Li Mingjue heard about eating, he felt a dull pain there. He was so scared that he wrapped the quilt tightly, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, take it away!"

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it? It's longevity noodles."

Hearing this, Li Mingjue lifted the quilt with a whoosh, and saw the master holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, he was overjoyed immediately, thinking to himself, after all, the master is not a bastard who turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone when he puts on his pants.

Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he suddenly thought of something, and said with a straight face: "Is it just me, or do all the brothers have it?"

"All."

"Don't eat!" Li Mingjue turned his head angrily, "I knew that if others didn't eat leftovers, they wouldn't bring them to me!"

Jiang Xuanling couldn't help but said, "But what they ate was made by the disciples in charge of the chef of the sect. The bowl in my hand..."

"Master made it himself?"

Li Mingjue quickly turned his head, looked forward, and said with a happy face: "Master kneaded the noodles, rolled them into slices, cut them into strips, and boiled them in the pot?"

Jiang Xuanling slightly frowned and said with a smile, "Almost."

"What do you mean almost? Yes, yes, no, no!" Li Mingjue said suspiciously, "Could it be that the master deliberately lied to the disciple in order to make him happy?"

Jiang Xuanling: "I bought it down the mountain."

"Buy... bought? So fast?"

"The sword."

Li Mingjue was even more shocked. He never expected that the master would go down the mountain overnight just to buy him a bowl of noodles. Although he said that the master didn't make it himself, but sending the soup noodles from thousands of miles away is light and affectionate.

At least none of the other senior brothers.

Li Mingjue was happy again, and secretly thought that he could not encourage the master's lust, otherwise the master would take pleasure in bullying him in the future.

So he pretended not to be very happy, and reluctantly said: "Since the master has a good intention, and the kindness is hard to refuse, this disciple will reluctantly..."

"Don't force it, it's just as long as you're not hungry."

Jiang Xuanling got up, intending to throw this bowl of noodles out to feed the dog.

Li Mingjue was in a hurry, grabbed his wrist quickly, and said loudly: "No force, no force, not force at all! I'm hungry, I eat, I want to eat!"