Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

The sun and the moon flicker, and mist and clouds rise up.

Bells from all over Yaowang Sect rang in unison, with majestic momentum reaching straight into the sky.

Even the servants who were sweeping the outer gate now knew that the Medicine King Sect was expecting distinguished guests, and they all lay on the wall of the courtyard to watch the colorful spirit boats in the sky passing by.

Such bright and gorgeous colors seemed to melt the entire scene below, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock.

The elite disciples welcomed by the Medicine King Sect had solemn expressions and were in high spirits, giving the Sword Sect enough face.

The visiting card came down from the spirit boat, and took the lead to enter the hall with brilliant golden light and majestic true energy, and a gust of fairy air blew towards the face.

"The Sword Sect holds the sword, and I have come to visit you specially."

Several people got off the spirit boat. The leader's clothes fluttered in the wind. The bright golden sunlight shone on his face, which made him look gorgeous and soul-stirring. Under the halo were a pair of somewhat calm eyes. He slowly glanced around and soon stepped into the main hall.

The servants who were lying on the wall fell down one after another with a few thuds. The beads that recorded the whole process were held in their hands: "...We've made a fortune."

The disciples of the Sword Sect eat so well on a daily basis!

He was so patient that he didn't even show a single photo.

The outside world has always been curious about the sword-wielding elder of the Sword Sect. Plus, he is a man, and there are more women than men in the world of female-dominated immortal cultivation. His birth might attract the attention of a large number of female cultivators from aristocratic families.

These photos can be sold at sky-high prices!

Chen Zhou will stay here for a maximum of three days, so the lectures for the first two days are very fully scheduled. After all, time is limited, and there are too many things he wants to talk about. It would be impossible to finish them without squeezing out a little more time.

In order to ensure the disciples' listening state, a group of disciples would be replaced every two hours to ensure that every listener could answer his questions in the best condition.

After all, most of the stories are told by medicine cultivators, and Chen Zhou’s story is completely different from that of the Sword Sect.

"Real man, what is a medical device?!"

The cultivation world currently relies entirely on medicine practitioners to diagnose and cure diseases and save lives, and has never heard of such a thing.

What the teacher teaches in class is also the content taught by the previous teacher, and there will generally not be too many changes. After all, medicine practitioners pay great attention to inheritance.

"What's a dealer again?"

Although the Yaowang Sect is relatively richer than other sects, its money-making model is also imperfect. The big money comes from some wealthy and powerful families, and can only flow into the hands of the medicine practitioner who treats her.

The expressions of the Yaowang Sect's disciples gradually became dazed. At one moment, they accepted many new concepts such as "market size", "smart medical treatment", "unmanned drug sales", "medical digital intelligence machines" and other research directions. These were much more interesting than usual when all the disciples studied the same direction.

After all, Chen Zhou was not specialized in pharmacy, so he could only provide some research models for their reference.

Each disciple has different interests and hobbies. Some of them have dazed looks, as if they are showing signs of enlightenment.

An elder who was accompanying the audience called a few more elders. Over the next day and a half, more and more people came. Some disciples were reluctant to leave, and the hall was crowded. Chen Zhou took this opportunity to stop the class for an incense stick of time.

Even when on a business trip at public expense, people should be given time to slack off.

After two days of high-intensity output, the robot also needs to be charged.

While the elders were maintaining order, he went to the back hall.

But before he could catch his breath, Jiang Yao and Cen Jianshen came over together.

"Master."

"Master..."

When he was woken up, Chen Zhou's mind was still a mess.

His eyes looked somewhat empty.

"Master, the lecture will end in a few hours. Someone from the Medicine King Sect has sent someone to ask for your Taoist name?"

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"Did you hear that correctly?"

"That's right."

"Sure?"

"Disciple is sure."

The people from the Medicine King Sect looked at each other, and then someone said, "Never mind, although it's strange, maybe there is a deep meaning behind it."

It was in this situation that Chen Zhou's Taoist name was born.

So much so that after he woke up, he rubbed his hands awkwardly, then hurriedly got on the spirit boat and locked himself up.

Lingzhou's room is very spacious. Made of high-quality wood, it exudes a unique fragrance and smells very ethereally quiet.

There are two beds on both sides of the bedroom, covered with thick draperies and beaded curtains. When the wind blows, ripples are created.

Ling Yun stood by the window, holding onto the windowsill and looking at the bloody sunset outside.

Chen Zhou gradually woke up, he was still not used to the mode of meditation and rest in the cultivation world, lying in bed to recover his health was his favorite.

"Master."

Behind the curtain, the light shone on his profile. Chen Zhou's long hair was disheveled and his face was still flushed from waking up.

Without waiting for Ling Yun to come over, he put on his coat, got out of bed, and walked a few steps to her.

"Come here and try."

A small window was opened on the spirit boat and a bamboo curtain was drawn, allowing a slight cool breeze to blow in. Some spirit plants placed in the room shook their leaves, making rustling sounds.

Chen Zhou took out a box, inside of which was a fiery red crystal that emitted a faint divine light.

Burning Sky Flame Crystal.

The Burning Sky Flame Crystal is a fire-type heavenly grade crystal stone. It took a thousand years to gestate, ten thousand years to form, and another hundred thousand years to grow to its current finger-sized thickness. It can help people cleanse their fire spiritual roots, and can also burn away all impurities in the body and improve one's aptitude.

The Yaowang Sect is indeed a large sect, and they don’t feel any pain in taking out top-level spiritual treasures.

The crystal stone burst out with a dim fiery red light due to the input of spiritual energy. Ling Yun sat down at the table. The demon seemed to have sensed its natural enemy, and the remaining demonic energy inside it rushed into its meridians.

Ling Yun's eyes suddenly turned blood red and his whole body began to ache.

A sense of resentment grew from within.

Murder, blood, violence, and barbarity.

And sex.

Countless images flashed by.

Another self was about to be awakened, Ling Yun frowned and closed his eyes.

Seeing her grim expression, Chen Zhou immediately stopped what he was doing.

Ling Yun's extremely uncomfortable reaction was caused by the demon seed. It seems that this thing is useful, and the effect is not small.

However, the demon seed has been kept inside her body for a long time, and it will definitely do everything possible to prevent it from being taken out.

Given her physical condition, she might not be able to hold on until the demon species is stripped away.

After he stopped, Ling Yun's eyes slowly turned from red to black, and seemed to have returned to normal.

Ling Yun had anticipated this situation, so she was not surprised. She held her forehead for a moment, cold sweat dripping down her cheeks.

"Take it easy."

Although Chen Zhou was a little disappointed, he still held the crystal in his hand: "Okay."

His feet were bare and white when he stepped on the ground. Perhaps he was in too much of a hurry and Chen Zhou didn't notice his situation at all.

Ling Yun helped him sit on the chair. Chen Zhou was still a little unresponsive, so she squatted down.

The soles of your feet are touched.

Chen Zhou subconsciously pressed her shoulders, and a hazy emotion slowly revealed in his eyes.

His whole foot was held by someone, and he felt a little ambiguous, and couldn't help but curl up quietly.

Maybe he was the only one who thought it was quiet.

Ling Yun grasped his ankle with his hand, rubbing his fingers over the soft sole of his foot to wipe away the debris.

While doing this, his eldest disciple's face did not show any extra expression and was very serious.

If you don't know, you might think she is doing something big.

"..."

"What's wrong?" Ling Yun noticed his stiffness.

She reached out to pick him up by his knees, but Chen Zhou blocked her move, not daring to use too much force, as he was afraid that he might accidentally hurt Ling Yun with his spiritual power.

Ling Yun shook a little. She had been doing rehabilitation every day during this period, but she still looked very weak.

Chen Zhou thought he was going to be thrown overboard, and frantically tugged at her sleeve.

When he was put back on the bed, his cheeks were a little red. Ling Yun squatted down and said, "The floor is dirty. Master, put on your shoes before getting off the bed."

Chen Zhou pulled her hands away, pulled the beaded curtain and slid onto the bed like a fish. Through the beaded curtain, only his slightly shining eyes could be seen: "...Keep your distance."

Teacher-student love is not desirable.

Even in their world, where love is open, teacher-student relationships are still criticized.

If there is any sign of trouble, it must be suppressed.

It's been a while since we had any disciples under PUA. It's dangerous.

"..." Ling Yun glanced at the two beds in the room, then looked at him again.

The meaning is already obvious.

Which disciple needs to accompany the master every day and serve the master closely?

The boat will sink.

The sinking boat could no longer hold on.

Ling Yun is too fragile now, he has to keep an eye on him.

But there is another reason.

If the Endless Sea Demon Lord wasn't a pervert, he wouldn't have resorted to such a desperate measure.

He also asked Sect Master Ye to borrow a lot of guards.

By allocating rooms in this way, we can solve two problems at once.

"Master, do you despise me for being a useless person?" Ling Yun retracted his gaze and stopped looking at him.

"Absolutely not." Chen Zhou pulled aside the curtain, his eyes just like a teacher comforting a student in the class who had suffered a setback in his grades.

Although I am now useless and cannot practice cultivation, I am at least a normal person.

Just be normal.

"Then please don't reject your disciple's kindness."

"Master has done this for me, and I have no way to repay you. I can only care more about you on a daily basis."

Chen Zhou might have been used to giving lectures during this period of time. He felt that something was wrong and said, "In fact, teacher-student romances throughout history have never ended well. Let me give you a few examples, such as -"

Ling Yun glanced at him and helped him close the curtain with a swish.

"I have great respect for Master, why would Master stop me with such words?"

"..."

Before Chen Zhou could say anything, Ling Yun stood up and returned to her own place.

She had her back to the sinking boat, her figure silent and lonely.

The sinking boat was silent for a moment.

Until Ling Yun coughed.

His face changed and he slipped off the bed.

A smell of blood came. Ling Yun had her back to him, and Chen Zhou could only see her hand move, as if she was wiping the blood away with a handkerchief.

"Let me see." Chen Zhou sat beside her bed and reached out to feel her pulse.

Ling Yun stared at the curtain without looking back.

She closed her eyes and said in a calm tone: "Master, keep your distance."

Chen Zhou negotiated with her several times, but there was no response. Finally, he just reached out and pulled her.

Ling Yun was too weak to pull him back.

He coughed up blood again.

He has quite a bad temper.

This anger spread all the way to the Beast Taming Sect.

Jiang Yao and Cen Jianshen both noticed the unusually distant atmosphere between the two.

Cen Jianshen leaned close to Jiang Yao's ear and asked, "What's going on?"

Are there conflicts arising from sleeping in the same room?

Jiang Yao pushed away her approaching face with two fingers and glanced at Ling Yun who was walking beside them, and his master who was walking in front and stopped after a few steps as if to rest.

She retracted her gaze and said in a subtle tone: "We may need another mistress, although... not now."

Cen Jianshen was startled and said to her, "I understand what you mean!"

No wonder the atmosphere between the two was awkward. It might be because Ling Yun lived with the Master, which caused the person the Master liked to misunderstand.

Tsk, so pitiful.

Wait?

Master, do you have someone you like?

Who is it!!