How to cough up blood

As soon as Gu Mianliang's words fell, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became tense.

Yin Lingxi still had that cute look on his face, but cracks quietly appeared on the wooden plate he was holding in his hand.

He lowered his eyes, put the wooden tray on the table, turned around and raised his lips with a smile: "Okay."

The young man smiled with his eyebrows crooked and his eyes were really pretty, but he almost lost his temper last night, and his vitality hasn't recovered today, just as he lifted up the hem of his clothes and was about to kneel down to salute, his complexion suddenly turned pale.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yin Lingxi's face was pale, sweat broke out from his forehead, his half-bent body was shaking, he covered his lips and coughed violently.But even so, his expression was still respectful and firm, like a little white flower in the wind and rain, he bent towards Gu Mianliang——

Halfway through the bend, he fell sideways without warning!

Gu Mianliang's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

Sure enough, Jian Zun, who had frowned and said nothing, turned cold and stood up quickly.

He embraced Yin Lingxi with one hand, let the weak disciple lean on his shoulder, pressed his fingers on his pulse gate, and probed carefully, and found that it was just a lack of spiritual energy, so he was a little relieved.

Yin Lingxi leaned against Fuzhi's arms, still struggling to remember, "Cough...Master, I haven't saluted Master Uncle yet..."

Although it was an image that he remembered, he buried himself deeper in Fuzhi's arms without any trace.

His palm got into the clothes that Fuzhi was wearing, and he couldn't see it because of Gu Mianliang. Through the thin clothes, he blatantly buttoned up that flexible waist, pretending to use his strength, and measured this part of him. How many fingers is the waist that I played with carefully in my dream?

As soon as he thought about it, he became fascinated, and the strength in his hand became stronger unconsciously.

The waist has always been the most sensitive, and numbness like an electric shock climbed up the entire back from the tailbone.

Fuzhi's breath was stagnant when he teased her, and after a pause, she stabilized her voice and said coldly: "Uncle, Lingxi is not feeling well, today's ceremony, let's do it another day."

Gu Mianliang couldn't see the articles under the clothes of the two of them.

He looked at the way Yin Lingxi was leaning on Fuzhi's body, and he felt it was very dazzling.

The white hair hangs down, blocking the murderous thoughts rising from the eyes.

After a while, the jade flute in his palm turned.

Forget it, he is Ah Fu's disciple after all.

Gu Mianliang glanced at the breakfast on the table, and said lightly, "Don't you know that Ah Fuxiu's is the Tao of Wuchen?"

Yin Lingxi paused with his fingers, a little surprised.

Clean Road?

He really hadn't noticed that what his master cultivated...was actually the dust-free way?

If we say that the path closest to the way of heaven is the path of Wuqing, although there is a difference between Wuchen and Wuqing, there is a huge difference between the two.

The ruthless way, the ruthless way, requires the ascetics to break through the seven emotions and six desires, cut off the world of mortals, forget emotions, and is the most severe and difficult.

The Tao of Wuchen does not need to cut off emotions, but it requires a pure body and mind, and a clear spiritual platform. Therefore, those who practice this way are not only the most afraid of demons, but also have to cut off all grains and miscellaneous grains from the beginning of practice, and stay away from mundane fireworks.

Yin Lingxi still remembers the first time he made breakfast for Fuzhi, the other person seemed jerky with his chopsticks.

"..."

Is it because of the Huanqing Gu that I ate it, or...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gu Mianliang said: "You are really unqualified as a disciple, take a moment, transfer to the main peak, and ask the master to teach you."

Yin Lingxi raised his head from Fuzhi's arms, his brows were lowered, and a bit of hostility could be seen faintly: "Master Uncle——"

"Little Master Uncle," Fuzhi interrupted him, took advantage of the situation to help Yin Lingxi, and said helplessly, "Don't bother with the younger generation."

As if to ease the atmosphere, he said, "Uncle Master didn't tie his hair up today?"

Gu Mianliang glanced at Yin Lingxi who was standing beside the stone pillar, and said calmly, "Well, I came out in a hurry."

Fuzhi pondered for a moment, then——

He took off the black silk covering his eyes.

The eyes that suddenly saw the light were extremely uncomfortable, and the indifferent pupils that were as shallow as glass narrowed slightly, and soon a layer of mist filled the air.

Yin Lingxi took a step forward: "Master!"

Gu Mianliang frowned, raised her hand to cover his eyes, and blocked some light: "Why did you take it off?"

The two of them immediately focused their attention on Fuzhi.

Fu Zhi half-closed his eyes, after a while, he seemed to get used to it, his eyelashes twitched.There was still some darkness and fuzziness in front of his eyes, but it didn't prevent him from getting a general idea.

He tightened the black silk in his hand.

This thing no longer has any supporting role in the strategy, and sometimes even limits his performance. It's time to take it off, and squeeze its final value.

Fu Zhi: "The previous backlash is no longer a problem, it will be better if it is removed earlier."

Gu Mianliang still felt worried, "Can you see clearly?"

Fuzhi didn't answer, but stretched out his hand instead, the cuff slipped off, revealing a piece of porcelain white wrist and beautiful lines.

In an instant, two different, vague or fiery gazes landed on the skin on the side of the wrist.Fu Zhi paused for a while, only to feel that his exposed wrist seemed to have been licked countless times by a dog.

Yun Ting's slender fingers landed on Gu Mianliang's chest, lightly lifting up a strand of white hair that fell on his chest, obviously it was just an extremely simple movement, but it still had a bit of seductiveness .

It's like flirting with no one else.

"..."

Gu Mianliang's Adam's apple twitched, her expression remained calm, and her eyes slowly deepened.

The owner of this hand had a cold voice, Sword Master couldn't see clearly, his eyes looked very alienated and pure, he said: "Little Master Uncle didn't tie his hair with red silk today."

He thought about sleeping on his chest, groping down bit by bit.

Yin Lingxi's eyes were glued to Fuzhi's wrist, watching his movements, his eyes turned cold inch by inch.

Fuzhi finally touched Gu Mianliang's slightly stiff hand, and then put the black silk into his palm, "I'll give this to my little uncle to tie his hair."

After finishing speaking, he naturally pushed away a step, pulling away the distance that was too close.

"It's getting late today, little uncle, go back and rest earlier."

The delicate touch will leave at the touch, Gu Mianliang instinctively wants to keep it, but before reaching out her hand, she can barely recover.He looked down at the black silk in his palm and slowly tightened it.

"..."

His thoughts on Fuzhi have always been known only by the head, Zhuang Cheng.

Fuzhi cultivates the dust-free way, and he protects him all the way, preventing Fuzhi from getting half of the mortal dust, and he is used to forbearance.

He just wanted to guard Fuzhi, silently watching him cultivate into the Dao, completely control him to the bone, and get rid of the pain of backlash when the moon was full.

But... I don't know what happened recently, the usual dark thoughts seem to have taken root in the sea of ​​consciousness, and I can't get rid of them no matter what.

Just like now, he actually wants to use this black silk to bind Fuzhi, and lock him in his green bamboo mountain forever...

The very faintly familiar fluctuations disappeared from Gu Mianliang's body in a flash.

Fu Zhi was keenly aware of something: "Little Martial Uncle?"

Gu Mianliang closed her eyes, let out a breath, suppressed those thoughts, and smiled: "Okay, Ah Fu, then you should cultivate well, and I will come to see you again some other day."

After he left, Fuzhi looked at the place where he disappeared, feeling a little strange in his heart.

[Fuzhi: Ah Ruan, are there any signs of the awakening of greed and destruction recently? 】

[Ah Ruan: No, don't worry, master, once the two of them awaken on someone, I will notify you as soon as possible! 】

He looked at the direction where Gu Mianliang left and thought, it seemed that he was extremely reluctant to let go in the eyes of others.

Ah Ruan huddled in Fuzhi's spiritual consciousness, the gap where the soul fragment of "lust" was missing, was overflowing with monstrous black energy and malice.

It weakly reminded Fuzhi: [That...Master, did you forget something...]

Fuzhi came back to his senses, only then did he realize that Yin Lingxi fell on him with a cool look in his eyes.

When he looked over, he could only see the silhouette of a boy in black standing silently beside the stone pillar. The shadow beside him was like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for a long time. The blood on the dinner plate was devoured.

Yin Lingxi met his somewhat distracted gaze, and suddenly a smile appeared on his expressionless face, he pointed to the already cold breakfast, tilted his head and asked softly: "Master, do you still want to eat? "

He did it with his own hands for a long time.

It's all cold.

It was snowing again outside, and the dark clouds obscured the light of the sky, the inside of the hall was darkened, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

Sword Master was silent for a moment.

He remembered again his embarrassment towards his apprentice and the emotion that shouldn't have happened last night... This kind of thing, he can just rot in his heart alone, and he must not drag Yin Lingxi into this evil fate. .

Fuzhi's temperament gradually cooled down.

Then he turned around and stepped out of the bedroom. When passing by Yin Lingxi, he lightly dropped two words——

"No need."

Very indifferent.

On the side of Fu Zhi's neck is the scent of medicine that Gu Mianliang smeared on him, completely covering up the mark Yin Lingxi left on him yesterday.

The smile on Yin Lingxi's face suddenly dissipated.

He turned slightly sideways, and grabbed Fuzhi's wrist with his backhand.

"Master."

Fuzhi was pulled by him, and the coat on his shoulders slowly slid off and fell to the ground, making a slight sound of fabric rubbing.He has practiced all the year round, and his body is well-proportioned, so he can't be called thin. At first glance, he only feels that the immortal is independent and pleasing to the eye.

Fu Zhi tilted his head: "What is it?"

Yin Lingxi stroked Fuzhi's wrist, remembering the way he stuffed the black silk into Gu Mianliang's palm just now, and suddenly asked, "Master...do you like Master Uncle?"

Even though Fuzhi has the Huanqing Gu in his body, he will only like him alone.

But there are exceptions to everything, if Fuzhi liked Gu Mianliang before he was hit by the Gu, then Huanqing Gu would graft this liking onto Yin Lingxi, and use this as the foundation to ripen it.

If Fuzhi really liked Gu Mianliang before being planted with the Love Gu...

The pain from his wrist made Fuzhi frown slightly, and he denied it in a cold voice: "What bastards did you say all day, let go."

Sensing the loosening of the strength in Yin Lingxi's hand, Fuzhi squinted his eyes, and suddenly added a word.

"...However, sometimes, you do remind me of my little uncle."

Yin Lingxi stopped.

The sword master who was standing on the spot turned around slowly, he could only see the outline of his eyes, followed the light to trace the figure of the young man in the light and shadow.

The sword master, who was as cold as frost and snow, looked at it for a long time, a fleeting smile flashed on his lips, and his voice softened a little.

"Your body shape is occasionally a bit similar to the little uncle, so when you became a teacher, you only moved the idea of ​​​​accepting apprentices."

Zheng——

A certain string in Yinling West Consciousness Sea broke instantly.

There was a dark fire in his eyes instantly.

a long time.

The silent young man let go of his master's hand and smiled.

He bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, gently put them back on Fuzhi, and whispered in his ear: "Master, where are you going, this is your bedroom."

The dark clouds outside were getting heavier and darker, and the light was getting darker.

Yin Lingxi straightened his clothes and said softly, "You have a good rest."

He took a few steps back respectfully, and took away the cold breakfast on the table. When the door was closed, he looked in through the crack of the door, smiled, and said——

"May Master have a good dream tonight."

The moment the door closed, his smiling eyes were eroded by the darkness, like a sleeping monster revealing its sharp fangs.