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This sentence sounded like thunder, and Jian Zun was stunned for a long time without any response. He looked into his disciple's dark eyes, as if trying to distinguish the truth of this sentence.

The young man smiled slightly, and simply and straightforwardly put his fiery thoughts in front of his master, like a ball of warm fire melting the cold ice.

"Master, I said before that I have someone I like," the young man leaned closer, his voice lowered with indescribable tenderness, "That person is you."

His eyes couldn't hide the tension and anticipation, with cautious probing and cryptic guidance.

"Master, you like me too, right?"

Suddenly, his heart throbbed endlessly, and the young man's bright eyes made Jian Zun unable to utter half a word of rejection.He suddenly felt that something was wrong, but as soon as he brought up his reason, he was instantly overwhelmed by the joy and love that surged up from his body.

Jian Zun thought blankly, the person he loves is also happy with him.

If so, why refuse it.

Even if I dedicate my all to him, it seems... there is nothing wrong with it.

If there is infamy, he will bear it.

Fuzhi didn't speak, but held Yin Lingxi's hand.

The snow outside the window was getting bigger, and Fuzhi's lips curled into a smile, as if the ice and snow had just melted, brewing a boundless spring.

[Ah Ruan: Recovery rate, 70.00% Two. 】

……

Master Jianzun Fuzhi of Cangwu Peak of Tianyan Sect and General Yin Lingxi, the only disciple under his seat, will hold a joint registration ceremony in the near future.

As soon as this news came out, most of the cultivation world was shocked.

The news came out from nowhere, saying that Fuzhi Jianzun was the first to seduce his extremely talented disciple. Soon, Jianzun was nailed to the pillar of shame for seducing his apprentice.

For a while, there was a bloody storm, but Tian Yanzong did not move at all.

It's not that there was no movement, but all of them were forcibly suppressed by Zhuang Cheng.Gu Mianliang vaguely mentioned this matter in the spirit butterfly that Gu Mianliang passed on to him that day.

Although Zhuang Cheng was somewhat prepared, when Fuzhi took Gu Mianliang's hand and said that he was going to hold a joint registration ceremony, he couldn't help but drop a glass.

"Hey……"

Zhuang Cheng had a headache and said, "What's the matter? It's really a bad fate."

Hai Shengping sneered: "No root red thread is indeed an evil fate, and I don't see you stopping it."

"The little uncle has hinted that he agrees, so what can I do?" Zhuang Cheng said helplessly, "Hurry up and tidy up the venue on the main peak. Hold it well."

Hai Shengping shook his head and left, "Go talk to the elders of the law enforcement hall, I can't control it."

-

Knowing that his body still needed recuperation, Yin Lingxi moved to live in the main hall of Cangwu Peak, and the deserted main hall gained a lot of popularity.

There was flying snow everywhere outside the main hall, and Yin Lingxi was planting trees outside by himself, and what he planted was nothing but peach trees.

Planting peach trees in a world of ice and snow sounds like something normal people can't do, but because Fuzhi accidentally mentioned that he wanted to see peach blossoms, Yin Lingxi really didn't know where to find so many peach tree seedlings that were not afraid of the cold, and gave them to him. Filled with spiritual energy, planted around the hall.

He clapped his hands, planted the last tree, smiled at the corridor outside the main hall, and said loudly: "Master, everything is planted!"

Fuzhi stood by the veranda railing, wearing a big cloak, Yin Lingxi stuffed a piece of warm jade in his hand, soft snowflakes fell slowly from the sky, and the silver lines between his brows made him look like an exile in the mortal world.

He motioned for Yin Lingxi to come in, and reached out to brush the snow off his lapel, "You have built a foundation, and you are not good enough to resist the cold wind, so you don't have to be so anxious."

Yin Lingxi rolled her eyes with a smile, held Fuzhi's hand, and said in a coquettish tone, "Master, it will take another month for Lingxue peach blossoms to grow, and if they are planted late, they will not be able to catch up with us." It’s the grand ceremony of membership.”

"Didn't you say that you want to see flowers bloom on the night of your wedding?"

There was a look of helplessness between Fu Zhi's brows, and he was about to say something, but his little apprentice kissed his lips, and all words were completely blocked.

"…Don't……"

Fu knew that his current body was much more sensitive than before. Yin Lingxi was familiar with every sensitive point on his body. It didn't take long before the cold and indifferent Baxian's eyes were stained with lust, and the unspeakable numbness climbed up the tailbone. Panting lightly, when he came back to his senses, he had already been carried by his apprentice to the railing of the veranda.

The warm jade in his hand was nowhere to be found, Jian Zun raised his head to meet Yin Lingxi's kiss.

Yin Lingxi put his right hand into Fuzhi's cloak, and pressed it on the back of his waist with neither light nor heavy force. Jianzun's breathing became disordered. He couldn't say a word of rejection, but leaned back, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Lingxi."

Jian Zun clenched Yin Lingxi's sleeve, looking a little nervous.

Since the two of them expressed their intentions, this situation has happened many times, but because Yin Lingxi has always insisted on waiting until the wedding night, at most it has reached this point.

"Master..."

Yin Lingxi closed his eyes, buried his head on Fuzhi's neck and took a deep breath, suppressing the fire pressure in his body, "Tonight the moon is full, Master have a good rest."

He is not an upright gentleman, nor does he feel pity, but he just doesn't want to befriend his master with his current youth appearance.

Yin Lingxi lowered his eyes and sneered from the bottom of his heart, thinking to himself that it was really interesting, this man had been raped by him so many times, his body clearly remembered him, but once the memory was sealed, this deserted and jerky appearance would be a bit of a surprise. Don't be funny.

Fuzhi replied in a low voice, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of those peach trees that had just been planted, and for some reason, she was a little lost in thought.

Yin Lingxi hugged him from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said lazily, "Master, what are you thinking?"

It was rare for him to be at peace, maybe he didn't realize it himself, the way the two of them got along was very natural, as if they had been working together for many years.

A trace of confusion flashed across Fuzhi's eyes, and he shook his head for a while, "Suddenly I want to drink."

"Oh?" Yin Lingxi raised his eyebrows, and said dotingly: "I'll find out what kind of wine Master wants to drink."

Fuzhi reached out to catch a piece of falling snow, "Peach Blossom Wine," he looked sideways at Yin Lingxi, and repeated, "I want to drink the Peach Blossom Wine you made."

His eyes are long and soft, like a jar of sake with a lot of regret hidden in it. The sweetness is followed by sourness and bitterness. Yin Lingxi is slightly lost in thought, feeling a familiar sense of strangeness, and a faint dull pain in his heart.

He frowned, ignored this inexplicable emotion, but subconsciously hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

"Okay, when the peach blossoms bloom, I'll make wine for you."

……

The marriage ceremony is getting closer.

Yin Lingxi received the grand ceremonial gown from Qingyuan, just closed the door, and before he had time to check it carefully, his blood suddenly became hot.

"Well!"

Biting pain suddenly exploded on his body, his face turned pale, and the dress tray in his hand fell to the ground with a loud noise.But he didn't care about these, curled up on the ground, unable to speak a word due to the pain.

Dozens of scarlet blood threads drilled out from the depths of his veins, pierced his skin, and then slid back like a living thing, greedily absorbing the pure magic energy and vitality in his body, strand by strand, as if Maggots attached to the bone.

The blue veins on the west side of Yin Ling were bulging, and cold sweat was pouring out layer by layer. He opened the voice transmission jade, "Osprey..."

Osprey saw the appearance of his young emperor, and said in shock: "Your Highness!"

Yin Lingxi's voice was weak: "The blood line has appeared, and the ancestor demon has begun to draw supplies, so that the rest of the clan can get ready."

This kind of blood line will first appear on the people with the purest demon energy of the demon clan, and then slowly spread among the demon clan.The first person to bear the blood line is often the most painful.

Osprey said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the elders of the clan are planning to use the demonic blood of Lord Demon Emperor to suppress the ancient magic circle. If possible, please come back as soon as possible."

Since Yin Lingxi took full power, the other fathers who ignored him had been stretched by him, and they kept their pure demonic blood, just to suppress the ancient magic circle.

In name, he is the Demon Emperor, but in fact he is just an animal for killing.

Yin Lingxi's whole body was burning hot, and the initial pain subsided slowly, but the feeling of life slowly passing away made the hostility in his heart accumulate more and more.

He cut off the sound-transmitting Lingyu, closed his eyes, and planned to force it by himself.

Drowsy, he heard a cold voice calling him, he couldn't hide his worry——

"Lingxi..."

"Wake up, Lingxi..."

Yin Lingxi barely opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a familiar face. He pulled himself together, wrapped his arms around Fuzhi's waist, and buried himself in his arms. The bloodline of Qi calmed down a bit.

"Master..."

His skin is very effective in showing weakness.

"Tell me, teacher, where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fuzhi frowned and felt for his pulse, the silver spiritual power traveled around his body, but he only faintly sensed an evil aura.

His tone was condensed: "Lingxi, there seems to be an evil spirit in your blood that is hard to get rid of. What's going on?"

Yin Lingxi hesitated for a long time, and soon made up a lie in his heart.

The young man's tone became low, filled with endless remorse and bewilderment, he painfully clenched the clothes around Fu Zhi's waist, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Master... Actually, I lied to you, I am not an ordinary human race..."

He fabricated himself the identity of an unknown descendant of a family of immortal cultivators. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he was brutally exterminated by evil cultivators, and this kind of shackles that would make people die of pain were planted in his blood.He wanted revenge wholeheartedly, so he tried his best to worship Tianyanzong, and only hoped that one day he could avenge his revenge.

In the end, the young man got up from his master's arms, his face was pale, and his eyes were anxious, "Master, I didn't mean to lie to you, you won't want me..."

The lies are very inferior. If Fuzhi has any doubts, go and verify them, and he will definitely see through.

But he just sighed distressedly, with pity in his cold eyes, he touched the corners of his red eyes, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, I will never abandon you."

Yin Lingxi: "Master, is it true?"

"There is absolutely no half-truth." Fu Zhi urged the aura to the pure bone, and slowly transported it into Yin Lingxi's body. The aura to the pure bone suppressed all evil spirits in the world. He slowly controlled it and tried to find Yin Ling Where is the shackle in Xi's body?

The pain in the depths of Yin Lingxi's blood was like seeing Leng Yang's shadow, and he quickly receded, he was slightly stunned.

"Master?"

"Don't talk, Zhijinggu should be able to suppress this evil spirit," Fuzhi searched for a while, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, "but I can't find its source, and it can't be eliminated now."

Leading to Jinggu is not a small burden for Fuzhi, especially the delicate work of probing the meridians, but he has no intention of stopping until Yin Lingxi holds his hand.

"Master, stop, I don't feel pain anymore."

Fuzhi had no choice but to give up: "Have you ever been in pain before?"

"This is the first time that the master came in time, and I didn't feel pain for a long time," Yin Lingxi said obediently, "it's just that the shackles will break out every day, so it's inevitable that the master will worry a lot."

Fuzhi was silent for a long time, "Kill him, will you recover?"

Yin Lingxi was taken aback: "Who?"

Fuzhi's tone already contained murderous intent: "The one who destroys you and gives you shackles."

Yin Lingxi said casually, but he didn't expect him to be so serious. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Actually, I don't remember what he looks like, maybe he is dead."

Seeing that Fuzhi frowned, he leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips like a puppy, "Master, I just want to be with you now, and I don't want to pursue those painful past anymore."

Fuzhi sighed and finally compromised, "That's all."

-

On the eve of the joint registration ceremony.

Red silk was hung in front of the Tianyan Sect's main peak hall, and warm lanterns were hung in every corner.

And Cangwu Peak was extremely quiet.

The peach blossoms outside are just about to bloom, and a crimson flower mist blooms in the snow. Occasionally, there are scattered petals accompanied by the snow and cold wind.

On the eaves of the viewing pavilion outside the main hall, there are bright red lanterns hanging.

Snow fell on the lantern.

Yin Lingxi was wearing a red robe for tomorrow's joint registration ceremony, with complex golden embroidery patterns embroidered on it, her black hair tied up with a jade crown, and her face looked more handsome.

He sat at the stone table in the pavilion and poured two glasses of wine.

After waiting for a while, he heard light footsteps, followed by a slightly awkward voice——

"Lingxi, the clothes have been changed, they still fit..."

Yin Lingxi raised his head, he was slightly taken aback.

Snow was still falling in the night sky, Fuzhi stood in the snow, his cold eyes and eyebrows were a little more seductively beautiful under the red dress, his slender figure was perfectly smooth, and his girdle outlined a flexible arc. I don't know how to tie my hair, so my black hair is loose.

The appearance of standing in the snow is like a fairy.

He always knew that Fuzhi was good-looking, but he didn't know that this man was so stunning in red.

[Ah Ruan: Recovery rate, accumulative, 70.00%[-]]

Yin Lingxi regained his composure, pulled Fuzhi in, motioned him to sit down, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, Master only wears plain clothes on weekdays, otherwise, the entire Cangwu Peak might not be able to hold someone who robs you with his disciples."

Fuzhi took a sip of his wine, "The shackles in your body didn't break out today."

These days, he has been helping Yin Lingxi to suppress it, but today it didn't happen again.

Yin Lingxi sat next to Fuzhi and held his wrist, "Thanks to Master." The effect of Zhijinggu's suppression is indeed very obvious. If he gets it, the crisis of the Demon Race may be solved from the root.

It can't be delayed any longer, the demons don't know what's going on, but after the big wedding tomorrow night, there will be a gift of citizenship, and a Taoist couple will be formed.

The Dao Companion Deed is different from the Disciple Deed. If he is to be compatible with blood, his identity as a demon will definitely be exposed.Therefore, before the ceremony of joining the citizenship, tomorrow night at the latest, he must dig out the bones of the dead.

While he was thinking, Fu Zhi had already drank four or five glasses of wine, and his eyes were slightly watery, making him look extraordinarily glistening.

Fuzhi's eyes fell on Yin Ling's west lips, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he leaned slightly and kissed her.The clear and intoxicating aroma of the wine was intoxicating, and when Yin Lingxi came back to his senses, he had already wrapped his arms around Fuzhi's waist and let him sit on his lap.

Yin Lingxi's eyes dimmed, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Master...you are drunk."

Jian Zun's cold eyes were filled with mist, he looked down at Yin Lingxi for a while, then leaned over, and his slightly cool lips fell on his mouth, he still couldn't find a way to do it, and finally he bit it moderately, He exhaled a warm breath, but there was a trace of bewildered and hoarse grievance.

"Not drunk..."

"..."

Yin Lingxi's forehead twitched, and he carried Fuzhi onto the stone table.

Then, he took out a piece of red silk out of nowhere, covered Fuzhi's eyes, and then turned into a tall young emperor.

Yin Lingxi's eyes were dark, looking at the silver seal between Fuzhi's brows, his fingers unconsciously slid across his spine, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Master, you delivered it yourself."

Then he pinched the silk to fix it, hugged Fuzhi by the waist, and strode into the palace.