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Fuzhi paused, withdrew his hand, and stood firm: "I said yesterday that I won't be back until tomorrow."

Yin Lingxi scratched her head in embarrassment, "It's such a master. The brothers and sisters in the main peak all want to compete with me. I can't compare with them, and I was beaten very painful... so I came back."

The clothes on his body looked much tattered than when he went there.

Yin Lingxi apologized: "Master, I have shamed you."

He hid his hands back, pretending to be ashamed, but inadvertently placed the bruises on his arms under Fuzhi's eyelids, which looked very eye-catching.

Somewhere in Fuzhi's heart was pulled very lightly, and there was a slight pain.

He experienced this feeling playfully, and after a while, he handed over the ointment that Gu Mianliang gave him, "Take it and use it."

Yin Lingxi rolled his eyes, took it, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master!"

This smile was so eye-catching, Fuzhi paused his eyes for a moment, then looked away, "Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the mental method, and when you go to the main peak again, you won't be bullied."

For nearly a month, Fuzhi taught Yin Lingxi how to practice.

Yin Lingxi was also able to bear it, and he didn't get over the slightest bit of thunder. He said hello to each other in the morning and evening, and even started cooking, so that Fuzhi, who had been bigu for many years, could get used to three meals a day again.

If he hadn't tasted some sweetness on the day when the moon was full, he would really be a dutiful disciple.

……

The night is already deep.

Fuzhi stood by the window, looking at the disciple who was still reviewing new moves under the tree, his gaze was focused on him without any deviation.

The throbbing feeling in my heart is getting deeper and deeper these days.

The talent of this newly recruited apprentice is indeed very good, and he can understand a lot of things, but some offensive postures are always missing the point, and it will be better if he is close to teach him.

But... the closer the posture, the clearer the strange emotion surging in his heart.

I really want to be a little closer, and then, a little closer.

Because of his pure bones, he has never left Cangwu Peak for too long, and he is very unfamiliar with love and love in the world, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him. Thinking and thinking are all tied together.

He has always been used to being cold and calm, and he is also good at forbearance and restraint. This kind of strange emotion has never been directly expressed.

Sparse leaves fell in the night, Yin Lingxi turned around and swung his sword, pointing straight at Fuzhi standing by the window.Then he smiled and put away his sword, "Master, have I made any progress?"

Fuzhi nodded, "Lingxi, come in."

Yin Lingxi entered in response, "Master, do you have anything to explain?"

Fu Zhi: "The new disciple trial is coming soon."

According to the tradition of Tianyan Sect, the disciples who have just started for one month will have a trial to test their practice results during this period. There is a certain danger, and the purpose of further streamlining the disciples is achieved.

In other words, there will definitely be casualties in this trial.

Yin Lingxi rolled his eyes: "Master, I'm ready, I won't embarrass you!"

Fuzhi frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, glanced at it, but saw a book left in the corner, he paused, "Did you leave that?"

"Huh?" Yin Lingxi went over, picked up the book, and said suspiciously: "This... seems to be Brother Qingyun's book, and it must have been accidentally dropped when he came here to clean it."

He flipped it casually, then froze.

In the secret manual of "Eighteen Judgments of Dragon Swallowing", there are pictures of men's double repairs that are extremely lingering and explicit.

A voice behind him asked, "What's wrong?"

The voice is still cold and calm, but when they kiss when they are obviously asleep, they will also overflow with ecstatic moans.

Yin Lingxi's eyes were dark, and he rubbed the pages of the 'cheat book', a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Soon, he turned around in a hurry, hid the secret book behind his back in a little panic, and used an extremely lame reason: "There is no master, it's just a normal secret book."

With his appearance, a fool can see that there is something wrong with that cheat book.

As expected, Fuzhi's expression darkened slightly, "But what kind of forbidden exercise?"

"no!"

There were also rumors recently that someone had sensed the devilish energy in Cangwu Peak, and Fuzhi squinted his eyes, "Here, if Qingyun is really at fault, you are covering him up."

Yin Lingxi pursed her lips, and slowly put the secret books she had hidden on the table.

The candlelight dyed Fuzhi's fair side face a layer of honey, and he looked down at the cheat book, "The Eighteen Skills of Swallowing the Dragon?"

Immediately, slender fingers turned to the first page.

The lively and fragrant portrait directly caught the eye, the yellowed paper and Fuzhi's fingers collided with a different kind of lust, and the hooked person couldn't take his eyes off.

Fuzhi paused for a moment, and turned to the second page after a while.

Yin Lingxi looked at his expression carefully, but found no fluctuation: "Master, are you not angry?"

Don't these righteous people hate this kind of thing the most?

Except for the first time they met, he had never seen his master angry.

Yin Lingxi felt a little regretful.

In the next second, he heard Fuzhi's slightly puzzled voice: "Why are you angry? Although I can't understand this cheat book, it has nothing to do with the demons. It's just this posture, it's so weird..."

He frowned, his eyes were clear and cold, but pure like a cold pool under the moon, clear to the bottom.

Yin Lingxi was slightly stunned, and then the indescribable joy was like wildfire, which turned into a prairie fire in a blink of an eye.

He barely made himself laugh.

It never occurred to him that his master would be so innocent, like a piece of paper that does not understand love.

Such a cold and innocent person will fall in love with him because of the Love Gu, and he will gradually dye this white paper with the color of lust, making this indifferent face reveal joy or forbearance.

The excitement made Yin Lingxi's fingertips tremble slightly, and he said softly: "Master, this is a kind of cultivation method, do you want to know?"

Fuzhi: "Tell me about it."

Yin Lingxi leaned close to Dao Fuzhi's ear, twitched the corner of his mouth, said a few words in a low voice, and then took a step back.

Fu Zhi's fingers were still on the picture, and his fingertips froze inch by inch. Soon, the tips of his shiny ears were flushed with crimson.

It was obviously the first time for Jian Zun, who had always practiced quietly, to know this kind of thing. He withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, and turned his head as if to cover up.

After a while, he said with a tense voice: "...Give this thing back to him, and don't appear here again."

Yin Lingxi smiled: "Yes, Master."

He obediently took the secret book away.

When he walked to the door, the long and tall sword master asked in a low voice, "...a man, is it okay to be with a man..."

Dazed, with a hint of cold and affectionate voice.

Yin Lingxi's heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he glanced back.

After a while, he guided firmly: "Of course, Master, as long as you love each other."

click.

The door is closed.

After the people had left, Fuzhi took out some fine rice paper from the side, and grinded it for a brush.

A soft probe: "Master, what are you doing?"

"Oh," Fuzhi sketched out a figure slowly, "The pattern drawn in that book is too sloppy, the details are not fine, I will draw one myself, and give it to my good disciple."

Ah Ruan couldn't believe it: "...? How do you give it?"

Fuzhi propped his chin and smiled, "Teacher, preaching, receiving karma, solving doubts. Lead by example, teach and teach."

……

The trial of the new disciples of Tianyan Sect will come soon, and the chief disciple of the main peak will lead the new disciples to the edge of the sixteen ghosts and beasts to hunt down low-level fierce evil spirits.

The sixteen ghosts have been severely injured since they attacked the realm of comprehension 100 years ago but were beaten back. This time, the ghost king Xiyou is in the early stage of distraction, hiding in his old nest and not daring to move.

Fierce ghosts and evil spirits wander around the edge of the Sixteen Ghosts and Creatures all year round. There is nothing serious about it, but it has become a place for many juniors to practice.

Fuzhi didn't send Yin Lingxi to the west, he wouldn't really die there in such a small trial.

He has another thing to worry about now.

Tomorrow is the full moon again.

This time the full moon is different from the usual ones. It is the time of the lunar year every 12 years, when the moon is very cloudy and the yin energy gathers.

Once every 12 years, each time is like rebirth from a broken soul.

In the usual full moon backlash, Ah Ruan can help him suppress it, but not this time.

Although this world is a high-level world under his control, he did not come here as the Lord of God's Domain, but fabricated an identity for no reason.

In order to maintain stability, the world consciousness did not dare to kill him, but it also placed some restrictions on him symbolically and tremblingly.

Fuzhi accepted it well, after all, compared to the pain he suffered in Shenyuan, this place is equivalent to a small fight.

That night.

Yin Qi gathers the full moon.

All the restrictions on Cangwu Peak were fully opened, and the masters of the peaks and Gu Mianliang who knew the inside story all locked their spiritual consciousness on Cangwu Peak, and if there was anything wrong inside, they would rush there as soon as possible.

In the middle of the cold pool, the light of the Zhijinggu sword behind Fuzhi is getting brighter and brighter, the pain of bone-shattering and soul-shattering invades the senses inch by inch, now there are no outsiders, he doesn't need to act, there is no pain on his face, An Jing Sitting cross-legged quietly inside.

Ah Ruan flew out of his consciousness and faithfully stood by his side.

Lan Yingying's dumplings looked at their master nervously.

It has been with its master all the time, so it naturally knows his temperament.

On weekdays, when it lazily screams for pain, it is just playing a fool, but it always cooperates to whimper to its master.

But if it really hurts, the master will be like now, unable to see any movement.

Ah Ruan walked around Fuzhi, and the whole group was overwhelmed.

Fuzhi frowned suddenly, then opened his eyes, his face was pale, he covered his lips and coughed, the dark red blood dripped into the cold pool, and he fainted in the blink of an eye.

Ah Ruan: "Master!"

It quickly gave Fuzhi the spiritual power to soothe the disorder in his body.

"Master, what happened just now, did your mood fluctuate?"

Fuzhi didn't speak, he raised his right hand, a silver spiritual thread snaked towards the direction of the sixteen ghosts at the fingertips, and soon, the silver disciple Qi turned an ominous red like blood.

He said with deep eyes: "Ah Ruan, first use divine power to suppress my backlash a little bit, something happened to Yin Lingxi."

Ah Ruan hesitated: "Master, suppress the backlash, you will..."

When Fuzhi came out of the cold pool, his eyes went dark for a moment, he closed his eyes and took a rest.

"If you don't suppress it, I won't even be able to walk out of Cangwu Peak. If you suppress it, I won't die anyway."

Ah Ruan returned to Fuzhi's spiritual consciousness, and Yingying's divine power overbearingly suppressed Zhi Jinggu's backlash.

Fuzhi opened his eyes again, summoned Duanchen Sword, turned into a silver light, and left Tianyanzong quietly.