I heard that you are my son's father

He held the face of praying for the banquet and pressed it to his lips.

He is born with the power of charm, which was completely put away before, but now, he doesn't mind showing some of it.

However, when the opponent gradually increased his strength, he became a little flustered, isn't it too much?

If you can't accept it, whose responsibility is it?

When he felt a little pain, he pushed it lightly, and the person in front of him left him, and touched his lips with his fingertips: "It's broken."

He said angrily, "My skills are no match for your strength."

Smiling and squinting at the banquet, his eyes fell on his collar. On a fine night with drizzle, the flowers in the courtyard bloomed silently, and the faint fragrance lingered. He stroked the eyebrows of the person in front of him, and the fingers that squarely touched his lips were soaked The drops of blood were dyed red, and this bright red was inadvertently touched between the eyebrows at this moment, and a beautiful and moving flower bloomed.

He felt that the Taoist couple had a strange and seductive attitude today, which was different from the usual elegance or shyness, or, his most common expression of anger.

He seems...very charming, like that red flower that is about to drip, gently swaying on the branch, making people want to hold it in the palm of their hand, let the red petals fall, and the red color turns into water droplets and falls Come.

He wanted to find out, to see if he would really turn into a red drop.

Lu Qingyu pretended to be calm: "What else do you want to do?"

He said truthfully: "I want to take a look at your clothes." After speaking, the rain curtain suddenly became like a curtain, and the stream of light floated, transforming into a floating barrier, enclosing the two of them.

Lu Qingyu's face gradually turned pale, and the hand that was grabbing the skirt was held down.

Most of that person's blood was pouring into other places, and there was some cold fingertips, gently stroking his shoulders, little by little, like a mountain spring in the forest dripping down, and the white snow on the top of the mountain slowly melting, and the man The breath was warm and warm, one cold and one hot, which made Lu Qingyu tremble slightly.

The cold touch slowly returned from his shoulders to his cheeks, and lightly brushed his tightly closed brows, slowly stroking away the traces of frowning between his brows, and whispered in his ears: "But I can't leave you again." Too close."

He slowly opened his eyes, and after feeling lucky for the rest of his life, he smiled mockingly: "What's wrong?"

"I think my illness is serious, and I feel uncomfortable. The more I touch you, the more uncomfortable I feel." Qi Yan shook the hem of his clothes.

Lu Qingyu smiled: "The prescription I gave you is useful."

"I really don't understand."

Lu Qingyu tiptoed lightly, talking to him lightly.

Qi Yan looked at his side face, there was a smile on that face, and there was still a very red flower in the faint fragrance.

But looking at that look, there is no half of the spirit, as if there is nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia.

After Lu Qingyu finished speaking, he also flicked the hem of his clothes, gathered his collar, prayed for a banquet and smiled, and waved away the barrier.

That prescription is really difficult to practice, and it took most of the night for the banquet to grasp the essence, but the effect of this prescription cannot last long.

Is there a once and for all solution?

The next day he was in good spirits, but a little tired. After breakfast, he lazily sat in the yard basking in the sun, wondering if he should ask a doctor to see him again. It's hard to bear.

After closing his eyes for a while to rest his mind, he thought again, does this disease only appear when he meets Taoist couples, or does it happen to everyone who is close to him?

Before, he thought it was only when he was with Taoist companions, but the problem is, he didn't get close to others.

While meditating, she saw Lin Jianyue striding in, shaking her fan.

He made up his mind, called someone over, and pointed to the chair beside him, "Sit here."

Lin Jianyue nodded respectfully, and naturally wanted to move the chair, but just as she moved, she was knocked on the hand by the fan bone: "Don't move, just sit next to me."

Lin Jianyue: "Okay."

The two chairs were close to each other, and the sleeves were close to each other after sitting down. Lin Jianyue asked, "What is the suzerain's order?"

"I didn't tell you, I just want to sit with you." Qi Yan leaned to the side, "You smell pretty good."

Lin Jianyue smiled awkwardly: "Well, suzerain, today the oiran girl from Hongxiulou forced me to have a poem with someone. I didn't do anything, I just made friends through poetry."

"Oh, the aroma is very pungent." Qi Yan fanned it with a fan, "Next time you come back from Hongxiulou, remember to take a shower and change clothes."

Lin Jianyue was startled: "Sovereign, don't you blame me for going to Hongxiu Tower?"

"What do you like to do." Qi Yan leaned on the arm of the chair and looked at him sideways, from the hair to the face, then to the waist, and then moved to the face.

Not bad looking, suave and suave, well educated, and has a scent on her body.

It's just that the fragrance is pungent, not as elegant and seductive as the Taoist couple.

Lin Jianyue was terrified by this look, and leaned back a little: "Sect Master, what are you looking at?"

"Look at you." Qi Yan said bluntly.

The face of the other party changed abruptly: "What are you looking at me for?"

"See if I react when you are by my side." As it turned out, no.

Lin Jianyue: "Zong... Sovereign, does senior brother know?"

"What does it have to do with him?"

"Sovereign, this disciple is not talented, but I would like to advise you, since you are with senior brother, you should take it seriously, you, don't let him down."

"Of course I won't let him down." Qi Yan frowned, "Okay, let's go."

There was no response at all, but a bit disgusted, so there is no need to confirm it.

Lin Jianyue felt relieved and hurried away.

After praying for the banquet, he stared at the coming and going guests and several disciples for a while, and at noon, he called Lu Hua over and asked him to sit beside him as usual.

Lu Hua listened to Lin Jianyue's story about the morning, and felt vigilant in her heart. Before the banquet opened, she jumped up and showed her hole card first: "Sovereign, I might be bigger than you if I take it out, don't hit me!" idea."

Banquet: "..."

What, what are you talking about?

Lu Hua was stunned instead: "Senior brother didn't tell you that I'm a man?"

"Are you a man?" Qi Yan looked at his bun full of pearls, "Then what's wrong with you dressed like this?"

Little Golden Hammer: "Man, so that's the case, no wonder Daoist Lu didn't avoid suspicion, hey, I'm just worrying."

"I like it, suzerain, do you want me to change back into men's clothes?" Lu Hua said.

"Whatever you want, do whatever you like." What kind of disciples is this Yuzong sect?

No matter if it's a man or a woman, he scanned the person in front of him from the bun to the hem of the clothes, but there was still no response.

Lu Hua followed his gaze, but she didn't know where she thought, she pulled her hand back: "Sovereign Master, I only cut my fingers, not other places. I wear women's clothes just because I like it."

"Cutting what?" Qi Yan didn't understand the relationship between the two, "Okay, you can go too."

There is no need to verify, he has no feelings for others, he only has problems around his Taoist companion.

The uncomfortable feeling of bloating made him want to get closer. He remembered that he had eaten a kind of grass by mistake before. He knew it was poisonous, but after eating it, his mind was happy, but it made people linger.

I don't want to untie it, but I yearn for it.

In the afternoon, Lu Qingyu came and invited him to the room.

Qi Yan followed him into the room, walked three steps, just stood still, there was a shudder in his ears, and when he turned his head, another flower flew in front of him.

This is a rose, with delicate red petals, lower than last time, just falling on the mouth, and gently kissing the lips.

Lu Qingyu sighed secretly at the door: "It's still high, to be right on the heart, it has to be lower."

Praying for a banquet, picking up flowers and laughing: "Send me flowers again?"

He still tossed the flowers, and scattered them all over the room, his lips touched the brows of his Taoist couple lightly, feeling distressed in his heart, what gift should I give back now?

If you get rid of his demon-subduing array, tell him not to worry, I will make a strong defense around the sect, is that okay?

He thought for a while, but before he could speak, the shopkeeper of the Rong Marriage Zhai knocked on the door outside the courtyard, wanting to discuss the marriage process with them.

The two walked out, and the woman took a small book and explained them one by one. The process of Na Cai's name questioning was omitted, and the date had already been set. Do both, the marriage must be beautiful, the shopkeeper said with a smile, then prepare the betrothal gift, and also said the banquet, all my wealth belongs to him.

Lu Qingyu kept his head down, and after the people left, he said to the banquet: "Actually, you don't have to get married."

"That's not right and wrong." Qi Yan said with a smile, "Who knows that you are my Taoist companion?"

"Are you going to let everyone know?"

"Isn't this what it should be?" Qi Yan pinched the opponent's chin in the storybook, but unconsciously rubbed his hair with his outstretched hand, "I am ashamed of you." Three years ago, even the child had Well, this time, he should get married right away, and it's his dereliction of duty for the other party to propose first.

Lu Qingyu turned his head and stopped looking at him.

Later, Lu Qingyu changed the position of the flowers again. This time he hesitated to call it Qiyan, but Qiyan walked in by himself.

When he turned his head, a silk julienne flower flew towards him and just landed on...he looked down.

It lands on the lower abdomen...and further down.

Lu Qingyu covered his face: "It's too low again."

Banquet: "What does this mean?"

"For...for you." Lu Qingyu blushed, and just wanted to escape from this room.

The next day, he flew another rhododendron on the belly of Qi Yan.

After that, pear blossoms flew to the neck.

Hibiscus flew to the shoulder.

Finally one day, a peach blossom was right in the middle of the mouth.

Lu Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief: "The position is finally right. Next time, when it is activated, you can use the sword."

It's just that Neidan has not been found yet, so we have to hurry up.

And Qiyan shook off the peach petals on his body, feeling the pressure: "He gave me so many flowers, how should I return the gift?"

After two days, he thought of a way to collect the flowers sent by the Taoist couple and make a hundred flower wine, how romantic and sincere.

It takes time to brew wine, but he urged it with spiritual power, and it was ready in a few days.

As the night fell, he brought the wine to the Taoist couple's room: "For you."

Lu Qingyu shook his head: "I don't drink."

The banquet follows the domineering demeanor in the script: "If you don't accept it, I will kiss you."

Lu Qingyu glanced at him: "Then you can kiss."

"Ok?"

Wasn't this trick very useful when sending the bell last time, why is it useless this time?

Qi Yan walked over and touched his lips.

The person in front of him leaned back slightly, and then embraced him, responding to his kiss.

The wine jar for the banquet was not grasped tightly and fell to the ground. From the unsealed wine jar, sake gurgled out, filling the room with the fragrance of flowers and wine. It is true that Lu Qingyu had never drunk wine.

Just being surrounded by the smell of alcohol made him a little intoxicated, his soft lips touched the man's face, and determination and desolation flashed vaguely in his eyes.

The author says:

Daochang Lu (in panic): You want to do it once and for all?