The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

They looked at Daoist Huantian one after another.

The master of the peak, who is busy with noble affairs, obviously doesn't know about such trivial matters.The doubts on Ruoruo's face were bigger than his.

"Since we are here, we are friends." A monk seemed to really want to meet such good-looking friends one after another, and smiled more attentively, "Young fellow, just go in, and I will give you a half discount, as long as one spirit stone."

Still want to collect money? !

Curiosity gradually arose, anyway, I don't know where to look for clues, why not go in and have a look?

He stretched out his hand to the Qiankun bag, but before he could move, Daoist Huantian had already thrown out a high-grade spirit stone, expressing in a rich and generous way that he would enter the room without looking for the extra money.

After all, he is the peak master, and he is not indifferent to the affairs on his territory.

The square-faced monk hurriedly grabbed the thrown spirit stone. The difference between a high-grade spirit stone and an ordinary spirit stone was like gold ingots and copper coins.This windfall made him overjoyed.

But when he saw that the two were planning to enter the room at the same time, he said with a strange expression: "You two together? Or, should we enter one by one?"

Huantian Daojun has never had the patience to wait for others, and he does not intend to go in first by himself, so that he will wait for him outside one after another.

The entire Huantian Peak is his territory, what places can't he go?

He strode high and strode into the room with his long legs, shutting the door of others' hesitant and faltering reminders.

The doors and windows in the room were closed tightly, so that no light from the sky could penetrate, but a bright and soft light-colored warm light was ignited by magic.

A carved Arhat bed was placed horizontally in the room, much more luxurious than ordinary disciples' wooden beds.A few bright red gauze ribs hang down from the beams of the house, gently winding, reflecting the ambiguous figure.

A strong warm fragrance filled the air, and the watery smoke slowly flowed out from the incense burner, spreading a layer of mist on the floor, smudged the room full of luxury and luxury.

Huantian's complexion changed suddenly, and he said inwardly that he was not good.

Turning his head to look, he has already been tricked one after another.

Just as he was about to wake people up, the world suddenly spun, and he was pushed to the ground one after another by those who lost their minds.

The red silk reflects charming overlapping light shadows.

He subconsciously wanted to push the person on him away, but he uttered an amorous "Peak Master", but it suddenly turned into an invisible net, tying him tightly to the floor, his limbs were stiff and he couldn't move.

Pressed on him one after another, the clear eyes were dyed a bit bright and gorgeous because of love/thought, and everything faded in an instant, except for the only thick ink in front of him that shocked the heart and soul.

"Peak Master," Yarun's voice was also subdued with a hint of hoarseness, the patience of self-denial and courtesy honed gently and delicately, with a charm that seduces the heart like a demon, "Or do you want to hear me call, Master?" ?”

After being confused by Mixiang one after another, he should push people away.

Huantian clearly and calmly knew what he should do, but his body reacted completely differently.He couldn't control his actions, or rather, his hands followed his own heartbeat: don't move, he doesn't want to push people away.

"Master," the ecstatic tone was tinged with heart-burning warmth, and whispered in his ears, and he chuckled even more brazenly, "Changji."

"Do you want to know why Wenfeng doesn't let me practice sword?" The cold fingertips caressed the warm lips, gently caressing and deliberately provoking, making people unable to help but want to put it in their mouths.

But when he was about to enter, he wanted to get away and left, leaving nothing but disappointment.

"Because practicing swords will cause cocoons. The wind and sun will not be so smooth."

Huantian's gaze uncontrollably moved slowly following the white jade-like fingers, and suddenly froze as if frozen, almost forgot how to breathe.The person in front of him had already taken off his dusty robe, and turned into a truly clean and flawless white jade.

"You have probed my meridians and know that I am not a furnace." Cold fingers clasped his hand and guided slowly, "But you don't know, what Wenfeng did to me is even more extreme than treating me like a furnace." .”

"Changji, you want to be my master, do you want to do the same?"

The bright red mottled dripping blood on the white jade burned Liu Changji's eyes.

He wanted to deny it, but his stomach was full of hunger, his mouth was dry, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he couldn't say anything.

"You think about it." With a playful smile on her bright and startled eyebrows, she smiled at the changes in his body.

"Master, will you treat me better than Wenfeng, or worse than him?" Cold fingertips guided his hand, caressing his waist as moist as suet, "You will not force me to practice Sword, right. If you accidentally get hurt, won't you feel bad?"

The cold jade on his body was moving slowly.Liu Changji knew in his heart that this was his last chance to push him away.

Once it crosses the line, it will be hard to recover.

But his breathing was heavy, his limbs were stiff, he couldn't move, he couldn't even close his eyes.

"Wenfeng is not good to me, you won't, right." The hoarse lure tone wiped out the last trace of rationality, no matter how hard he could restrain it, he squeezed the coldness in his hand.

"Changji, you can only hurt me like this."

……

It rains all night in Wushan, and there is a stream of light from Yushu.

Liu Changji stopped wantonly hurting the person in his arms, and planned to gently kiss away the tears on the tip of Jueyan's eyes.

The alluring scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

Still that room.The scene is very different from just now.

A faint fragrance permeated the tip of his nose, and the person who traveled with him stood neatly beside him, looking at him with doubts in his eyes.

The face carved out of white jade was still so enchanting and pleasing to the eye, but the glamorous eyes that were only looking at him affectionately were gone.

They followed Daoist Huantian into the house one after another.

The layout of the room is somewhat... hard to describe.The person who furnished this room should have done their best, but it is a pity that the aesthetic problem cannot be easily solved.

He turned his head and walked around for a week, the more he looked, the more puzzled he became.

What exactly is this room used for?

After entering, I stood there for a long time, nothing happened.

He tilted his head and glanced at Daoist Huantian: "Peak Master?"

The other party seemed to be distracted and ignored him.

It is impossible for any spell in the world to make the powerful Daoist Huantian fall for it, but it cannot affect him, a weak chicken.

If Huantian Peak Master is in trouble, he has no ability to save him.

He just watched quietly from the side. Fortunately, it didn't take long before the other party found the three souls and seven souls by himself.

The clear but confused eyes looked at him suspiciously, as if the love affair he had personally experienced was still lingering in his heart.Huantian's heart trembled suddenly, his ears were hot and his heart was hot, and he didn't know how to treat him for a moment.

After a few breaths, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and kicked the door of the room fiercely, went out with a sullen face and asked the monks outside gloomyly: "What kind of formation is this?"

As soon as he entered the door, he mistakenly thought that he had been tricked one after another.Unexpectedly, he himself entered the illusion.

In the place where low-level disciples live, there is such a profound magic circle? !

In this world, there is actually a magic circle that can allow him to enter the barrier? !

The disciples talking and laughing at the door were taken aback by the sudden attack.The powerful coercion and hostility were overwhelming, and people were horrified. They almost couldn't stand, and almost fell to their knees.

An unremarkable inner sect whose cultivation level is similar to theirs, why is it so frightening?

They followed out of the house one after another, and they were also overwhelmed by this violent true pressure, with chest tightness and discomfort.

What did Daoist Huantian see just now?

If you don't talk about martial arts, you won't be killing people on your own territory.

Seeing that several people were almost scared out of their wits by the terrifying spiritual pressure, he was the only one who dared to persuade him at this moment: "Mr. Feng..., can you speak well if you have something to say. No one dares to answer your question like this."

Liu Changji was startled suddenly.

He still didn't know how to deal with one after another in his heart, but his actions were not controlled by his thoughts, and he restrained his spiritual pressure obediently.

The violent coercion on the top of the head suddenly disappeared, and the monks could breathe again.

They originally thought that the two of them knew this place and came here just because of its reputation.Now, no matter why the two of them came here, they scrambled to reveal all the mysteries here.

I was dumbfounded after hearing it one after another.

I shouted in my heart: What a fucking genius.

He was in awe, regretful in his heart: he shouldn't have ridiculed the expert who arranged this room for his poor aesthetics.

The monks called this room the Drunken Red Mansion.The name is easy to understand and has a long history. You can guess that it has something to do with Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

The same is true.It is indeed a unique Qin Lou Chu restaurant.

Qian Tianzong is a sect of cultivating immortals, and it is impossible to have a gentle hometown of romance.

However, Taoist cultivation is not Buddhist cultivation, and it does not pay attention to the severance of feelings and desires.Fresh-blooded monks will naturally have seven emotions and six desires.

It's a pity how many lower-level disciples can find a Taoist companion?They also know how to keep themselves clean and don't go to the fireworks and willow lanes down the mountain to find girls.

So an ingenious disciple came up with such an ingenious method.

They set up this "drunken red building" with a magic array, and let their classmates watch the erotic drama.It's still an immersive erotic drama.

The monks can have illusory experiences that confuse the real with the fake, so as to relieve people's desires without delaying others.

Later, it gradually spread, that they were famous, and many fellow students came here because of their reputation, so they collected some spirit stones to make a little money.

No wonder these brothers suggested that they enter one by one.

After all, heck, everyone knows that.

That's why Huantian Daojun just went to Wushan with others in the room, day and night.

No wonder he was furious.

Without knowing it, he strayed into the brothel for a while, thinking it was some kind of evil magic circle, and it was normal to have such a reaction.

Hmm... I was taken aback one after another: "Why didn't I see anything?"

Shouldn't he also be in love with a little beauty, a one-night couple?

"The magic circle is driven by the monk's own mind and magic power. The master's Taoist heart is stable, and the six senses are pure, so naturally he will not be moved by desire/thought."

Successively: ...

He heard it.Others are euphemistically saying that his cultivation base is low and he can't activate the magic circle.

And the veiled hint: he might not...

What six senses are clean? !He is not an eminent monk of Cihang Purdue, if he meets someone he likes, he can do it seven times a night.

With an inexplicable dissatisfaction, they left the "Drunken Red Mansion" one after another.

After this incident, several senior brothers treated him more cordially.He asked about Yu Xing's situation, and they all searched their brains to help him recall.

It's a pity that I still didn't expect any useful information.

They also had no contact with Yu Xing, and never heard of anyone he had a grudge against.For so many years, Yu Xing has never even been to Zuihonglou.

Someone put forward a slightly useful suggestion: You can ask the two senior brothers who found out the Demon Sect Kung Fu.

What was the situation at that time, and if there was anything unusual in Yu Xing's house, they might know something.

It's just that the people in charge of the search are all high-level disciples, and they can't get in touch with the people here, so they can only find ways to inquire one after another.

The author has something to say:

Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

Liu Changji: One after another, I have been hit by mazes.

...It turned out that he was the only one who was recruited.

2.

Colleague: (sincerely praises) Junior brother’s Dao heart is stable, and the six roots are pure

One after another: Can't they mock me? ? ?