This is what cultivating immortals is like

In the quiet room, Lu Bei played with the jade gourd and the Heaven-turning Seal, playing with it every day and never getting tired of it.

No one knows what he is enjoying except himself.

There was a knock on the door of the quiet room, and Zhao Wuyou came uninvited. He came to the couch with a sad look on his face, hugging a tattered helmet, and said nothing, just staring at Lu Bei.

The gaze was too hot, which made Lu Bei's heart tremble, and he subconsciously tightened his clothes.

No, sister, we have already agreed that Sect Leader Lu is not a womanizer, why are you still insisting? Can you afford to pay for it if your character is ruined?

"Sect Master Lu, can you listen to Wuyou complain?"

"It's okay to just talk, but you are not allowed to interrupt, let alone make any moves, otherwise this sect leader will obey you." Lu Bei muttered, put away the two magic weapons, and moved his buttocks to make way for Zhao Wuyou to sit on half of the couch.

Zhao Wuyou did not sit down and put down his broken helmet with tears in his eyes: "This thing is my father's relic. I found it in the ruins of the Wufeng City wall. It is also the only thing he left me. Every time I see it, I miss him." Thousands of melancholy.”

Lu Bei scratched his head, knowing that he must not persuade him at this time. If he dared to talk, Zhao Wuyou would dare to get into his arms. We met by chance, and from now on we are just passers-by. There is no need to entrust the twenty-three pairs of ancestral magic weapons to each other for safekeeping.

Zhao Wuyou stood there for a while, unable to wait for Lu Bei to speak, and Youyuan glanced at him: "Sect Master Lu, Wuyou wants to dance a song, can you please delay me for a while?"

"Yes, you can, but the ugly words are ahead. You can't jump into my sect leader's arms while jumping, let alone lose all your clothes while dancing." Lu Bei warned with a serious face, the sect leader must learn to protect himself when going out. If you want to take advantage of his loopholes, there is no way.

Zhao Wuyou nodded and slowly danced in front of the couch. His graceful figure was like a crescent moon, so beautiful that it lit up the entire quiet room.

Even though Lu Bei was a rough guy, he had to admit, damn, he danced really well.

On the other side, Mo Xiu Tu Yuan enjoyed the beauty's solo dance for a while, and her pale face improved a lot. She looked at Lu Bei intently, her charming red lips slowly raised.

He was a guest from afar, and as the host, she should treat him well, but she really shouldn't do evil things to the guests secretly.

So, she found an excuse for herself, deliberately losing to Lu Bei during the daytime quarrel, and Liang Zi formed a knot. As a petty woman, she secretly took revenge, wasn't it too much?

It's not too much, after all, Xuanlong has a beautiful white-haired girl here, which is called the beauty of an adult.

"Boy, let me see if you are a good talker or if you are just a talker!"

Tu Yuan chuckled and bowed to the five flags.

Different from the demon clan that bowed before them, the demonic thoughts that came this time were relatively mild, neither murderous nor angry, and only added some charming colors to the quiet room.

The black light representing the north lit up, and desires abounded in the quiet room, attracting two evil thoughts: female lust and female music.

The female musicians, like fairies and jade girls, lined up in rows, playing and singing, holding up colorful clothes and red axes, vying to offer gold outfits.

There are many beauties, such as those with gorgeous makeup and heavy makeup, who drink at night on the orchid terrace, with jade bodies and light clothes, and charming looks, vying for a pair.

Under the blessing of two demonic thoughts, Zhao Wuyou moved towards Qinglian, his graceful waist became gentler and softer, and his dancing figure was indescribably beautiful and elegant.

Her eyes were full of tears, hazy, like the mist in a cold pool in the early morning. She bit her red lips lightly, her expression was eager to speak but she was shy, and her temperament gradually became more and more charming and charming.

Lu Bei raised his hand and touched his chin. He felt something was wrong, but it seemed like nothing was wrong. It wasn't until Zhao Wuyou got closer and closer, and his slender jade fingers brushed his face with the fragrant breeze that he was sure that something was indeed wrong.

On the other side of the screen, Tu Yuan's breathing quickened, and he raised his hands to cover his eyes. The gaps between his fingers were so big, and he was full of expectation, waiting for Lu Bei to lose control.

Then she saw Zhao Wuyou stiffen, standing in front of the couch like a tree.

"Hey, what's going on? Has she seen through the world of mortals?"

A string of question marks floated across Tu Yuan's forehead, and he shouted in confusion. He respectfully worshiped Lai Mo Nian, and once again heated up the quiet room.

Zhao Wuyou raised his hand to lift Lu Bei's chin, his face turned red. Seeing Lu Bei's eyes dodge, he looked embarrassed, and he was so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

She missed someone when she saw it, and wanted to find a friend to complain to and complain about.

After thinking about it, Lu Bei was the only one who had the most say in the entire General's House. After all, Lu Bei had died once, and there was no pressure to talk about his depression.

But what's going on now?

Why did you dance properly and be so seductive? If you just dance, what's the point of getting started?

You are so shameless!

Zhao Wuyou hurriedly took back his hand and apologized to Lu Bei repeatedly, saying that she didn't mean it that way and that the friendship had not deteriorated, so Lu Bei must not think too much about it.

After saying that, her eyes were full of charm, and she took action again and lifted Lu Bei's chin.

Apologize,

Get started.

Apologize again,

Let’s get started again…

Actively admit your mistakes and do it again next time.

After a few times, Zhao Wuyou screamed on the spot. He died the second time and was completely humiliated.

On the other side, Tu Yuan grabbed the ground with his head and couldn't stand. He held his waist with one hand and supported the ground with the other, also whining and wailing.

When she failed to bow down for the third time, the nature of the matter changed. She kowtowed repeatedly as if she was angry, and as a result, calluses almost formed on her waist. She didn't see the two of them rolling around on the couch.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if the Great Demon Seal of the Five Emperors fails, it will not be like this."

Tu Yuan straightened up with difficulty, narrowed his beautiful eyes into thin lines, and stared at the shy Lu Bei. Obviously, Zhao Wuyou was repeatedly trapped by demonic thoughts, and the problem lay with this guy.

According to her observation, every time Zhao Wuyou has physical contact with Lu Bei, he will be freed from the control of the demonic thoughts and his whole body will wake up instantly. Once he leaves Lu Bei, he will immediately be guided by the demonic thoughts again.

"This kid..."

Tu Yuan bit his lip, thinking of Zhao Fangce's evaluation of the Immortal Sword Intent, saying that being invincible for a lifetime was not as simple as it seemed in the literal sense.

She was convinced by the Abandonment Sutra. They were so different that she didn't even have the intention to compare, but Lu Bei...

The shy look on his face was too mean. Without teasing him twice, it would be difficult for Tu Yuan to understand Tu Yuan's thoughts.

Do it!

Tu Yuan stood up straight, gritted her teeth and bowed to Lu Bei nine times in a row. Out of caution, she did not dare to make a big move at the beginning. The yellow flag in the center lit up, trying to arouse Lu Bei's gluttonous desire.

It was no use. Lu Bei patted Zhao Wuyou on the shoulder and comforted her. When everyone is horny, facing a handsome man like the leader of Tianjian Sect, it would be shameful for her to be unable to control herself.

After the words fell, Zhao Wuyou screamed again, and Tu Yuan also screamed.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and she lay on the ground like a corpse. After a moment, her whole body twitched and swayed, like a fish that had just landed, jumping around and splashing water everywhere in the room.

Sweat.

I bowed and was defeated.

Because the demonic thoughts that he came to worship were not strong, Tu Yuan quickly overcame this wave of backlash and looked at the safe and sound Lu Bei in the painting with horror, as if he saw the demon king alive and his faith right in front of him.

"No, no, no...it's not possible."

Tu Yuan's teeth chattered, and he took out a black porcelain bottle from his arms, and the entrance to a magic elixir shrouded in black mist. His charming face opened several red lines, the whites of his eyes turned dark, he stared at Lu Bei, and bowed nine times in a row.

This time, the defeat was brutal.

The five flags lit up one after another, and then...

“Ahhhh————”

"It hurts me so much!"

After a while, Tu Yuan was in so much pain that he gave up struggling, as if he had been played badly. His eyes were hollow and he fell to the ground. Tears and saliva fell down his cheeks, and his whole body was soaked in a pool of water.

Occasionally.

I don't know how long it took, Tu Yuan tremblingly propped up his weak body. In the picture, Lu Bei saw off Zhao Wuyou at the door of the quiet room. The latter was stumbling, as if he had lost all the colors in his life, and his future was gloomy.

But that's not the point. Tu Yuan was frightened when he saw Lu Bei slowly cast his gaze. The two of them looked at each other in the air, one's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and the corner of the other's mouth was bright and sunny.

"Jiejiejiejie————"

"not good!"

Tu Yuan quickly removed the scroll. Both his soul and body were tortured by the backlash. He was unable to control the spell in time. Not only was the clue discovered by Lu Bei, but his location was also exposed.

Run away quickly!

Tu Yuan stretched out his hands tremblingly and crawled forward. His soul had not yet returned to his position, and his physical body could not exert any strength. At this time, not to mention Lu Bei, any little demon could do whatever he wanted to her.

On another scroll, a demon general slaughters thousands of demons, and the evil spirit mixed with blood rises into the sky, attracting a figure.

Seeing this scene, Tu Yuan didn't care about running away. He lay down on the spot and took the opportunity to catch his breath and determine Lu Li's coordinates. The usually easy spell drained her last bit of strength.

The red figure came out with a sword, swinging his sword wildly and killing the demon general. For a moment, blood splattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the demon general had to show his true appearance.

The sword is fierce to Dugu!

"Bitch, why are you!!"

Tu Yuan raised his hands to cover his face. He didn't have any of the things he wanted, and all the things he didn't want were gathered together today.

Snap.

The sound of footsteps fell to the ground. Lu Bei waved goodbye to Mu Lichen who opened the door. He stepped out of the black crack and leaned down to look at the fierce thing at his feet, secretly saying that he was worthy of the name of the evil monster.

This is right!

"Lu, Sect Master Lu, what a coincidence, you are also in my room."

Tu Yuan spoke dryly, a weak smile appeared on his pale face, with a hint of flattery, and he looked particularly well-behaved.

Ever since her kowtow failed, she had a heartfelt fear of Lu Bei, and as expected...

This generation of immortal sword masters is the descendant of a demon.

In other words, she met her boss’s colleague.

"It's not a coincidence, this sect leader came here specially to visit."

Lu Bei ignored Tu Yuan and wandered around the quiet room. He first touched the five-square flag behind the altar, and then stopped in front of the scroll. He witnessed the sword murderer dismembering a big demon into pieces, and picked out a piece with his long sword. The heart, which was still beating on its own, started to eat like hair, drinking blood.

The picture was so beautiful that Lu Bei couldn't bear to look at it. He turned to look at Tu Yuan who was lying on the ground and crawling hard, secretly thinking that this was still better.

He squatted down, grabbed Tu Yuan's ankle, and pulled the person back to him. After Tu Yuan crawled away, he reached out and pulled the person back again.

After three times, Tu Yuan gave up struggling and lay on his back in a big Chinese character shape.

"Sect Master Lu, give me a good time!"

"Easy to say."

Lu Bei clenched his five fingers into a fist and hit Tu Yuan hard on the chest. The white light opened a path and reached the wrist.