The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Before Fu Qing could say anything, Ling Fu stood up and fled away. She paused with her mouth open, then closed it silently.

I couldn't help but doubt myself deeply. Could it be that I really don't know how to train my disciples?

He lowered his eyes to look at the palm that had just held Fu'er's hand, and gently opened and closed it twice, somewhat missing the time when he held Fu'er's hand and practiced drawing talismans.

He came behind Lingfu, half-tucked her into his arms, put his left hand on her shoulder, half-held a hand slightly smaller than his own with his right hand, and held the pen in the correct posture to draw the talisman.

It was obvious that he was very well-behaved at that time.

Now he only holds it for a moment and then pulls it back as if escaping.

She sighed softly and said quietly, "Children will grow up eventually. Maybe they won't be close to me anymore when they grow up."

After all, Senior Brother Yue Qiong was relatively unfamiliar with his two disciples, and Senior Brother Lu had always treated all of them equally except for the eldest disciple.

Maybe slowly, she and Fu'er will become like that.

After finishing the matter of the formation plate, she picked up a pen and drew a letter and placed it on the table. The right time was approaching, and she was ready to break through to the spirit level.

After putting down the pen, the figure on the chair disappeared like smoke and dust, and came to Qingzhu Mountain, three hundred meters below the paulownia tree on the top of the mountain, where there was a cave where the master of Qingzhu Mountain practiced and meditated.

Ling Fu walked back to her room, took out the formation plate in her hand and stared blankly, her cheeks flushed a light pink and her heart was in turmoil.

He tightened his five fingers little by little, allowing the cold and hard white jade to hurt his palm, and then he let go.

With his teeth clenched tightly and a hint of red in his eyes, he raised his hand and placed the jade pendant on his chest, warming it bit by bit with his body temperature.

What should she do?

This person could be anyone, why her?

But in this life, apart from the talismans, the only scenery left is her, and it can only be her.

"Master..."

"My heart is not strong..."

Ling Fu closed her eyes, and after a long time she sorted out her emotions and regained her calmness. She put the jade pendant in her arms, picked up the cinnabar pen and prepared to continue drawing the talisman.

Her fingertips lightly touched the cinnabar pen, but she remembered the gentle touch on her cheek, the cinnabar color swaying in front of her eyes, and her smiling and gentle gaze.

Instantly, he felt as if he was burned by sparks. He pulled his hand back and sat quietly at the table for a while, speechless and choked with emotion.

Until I sensed the aura in the main house disappeared, I looked through the wall and seemed to be able to see every detail inside.

Bamboo chairs, wooden tables, couches, bed cabinets...

He walked back to the door, pushed it open gently, and saw the message on the table. His fingertips scratched the edge of the letter lightly, as if to retaliate against the person who had just scratched his face without any scruples.

The entire bamboo house was empty, with only my figure left.

Only at this time could she calm her restless heart a little, put away the letter, and look towards Wenxian Mountain.

In this case, it would be better to go to the sect and take a few more courses to kill time and sort out my thoughts.

It just so happened that in order to deal with the danger of future demonic disasters, the disciple-recruiting ceremony, which was originally held every ten years, was changed and held several years earlier.

A new batch of disciples is about to enter the mountain.

She turned around, closed the door gently, and left Qingzhu Mountain using her magic.

at the same time.

Located outside the Demon-Suppressing Pass in the Northern Territory, waves of blood were surging and the fishy smell was like thick smoke, condensing into groups of conscious souls on the sea surface.

After a monster dies, the final threat posed by the remaining body in the world can pollute the mind of a cultivator and turn him into a demon.

A long spear as black as ink pierced through and directly shattered the last soul. The hand holding the spear at the end of the spear was hung upside down, and then the left hand held the spear flower, stirring up thousands of waves in the surrounding sea.

Yu Mian waved his sleeves and cut the hundred-meter-high wave in half.

In the gap, her calm and murderous gaze was revealed, like a cold light from the tip of a gun, which made people feel cold all over.

Qian exhaled, adjusted his emotions, and called out to the sky: "This time, is there any flaw?"

Above the clouds, a woman in white sitting on the edge of the clouds nodded slightly and praised generously, "Not bad, significant progress."

Yu Mian let out a sigh of relief. It was not easy to get such an evaluation from Sheng Qing.

As soon as she left the mountain gate, she was led to the North Sea. At first, she fought with the gatekeepers and learned hunting skills. Then she was led little by little to the depths of the sea, where she had to survive alone.

During this period, he was seriously injured several times and was swallowed by a giant whale infected by demonic breath twice. The first time, Sheng Qing raised his hand and tore the demon whale open to rescue it, and the second time, he killed his way out from the inside himself.

From hundreds of meters away from the land to dozens of nautical miles away now, I can't even see the shadow of the ground when I turn around.

Quite a big improvement.

She then smiled confidently, but she didn't know that the sea water beneath her feet suddenly became calm, and a dark shadow came slowly from the abyss to Yu Mian's figure.

Its huge body is almost enough to carry a spirit ship with tens of thousands of people.

A tentacle with sharp grooves stretched out from the bottom, trying to wrap Yu Mian up in an instant. Her mind went blank, and she moved faster and attacked with her gun raised.

He threw the upgraded Thunder Talisman in his hand towards the tentacles and cast a spell with his fingertips. It was so powerful that it pressed the sea water downwards, creating a huge arc-shaped shock wave that spread out.

With a strong breath of thunderstorm, pieces of tissue floated on the sea surface, and the tentacle was shattered into pulp.

Yu Mian: You came just in time!

She descended and rushed into the water, her figure instantly disappearing in the vast ocean. However, Sheng Qing above the clouds was not panicked at all, and the surrounding area within a hundred miles was under the control of her spiritual consciousness.

She naturally knew whether Yu Mian was safe or not.

In just a moment, the black ink and blue blood on the sea surface mixed together, and Yu Mian emerged from the water, covered in ink, with a round inner pill in his hand.

However, this inner elixir is filled with wisps of demonic energy and cannot be used, so it is a useless elixir.

It seems that before being infected, this octopus's cultivation level was close to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

What a pity.

Although the spirit beast was originally dead, it could rely on the Nascent Soul Inner Pill to preserve its spirit and soul, and there was a high possibility that it would come back to life, but if it was infected, it could not be saved.

Yu Mian clenched his five fingers together and crushed the inner elixir directly. Liuli Jinglian attacked again and burned away the evil aura on it.

Arriving above the clouds, she quickly took off her battle robes and changed into a set of embroidered white clothes that were exactly the same as Shengqing's, which were custom-made for her when she found Zhu Niang in Lanyi Mountain.

Then she threw herself into Sheng Qing's arms, very skillfully, as if she had done it countless times.

There was a crisp sound when his buttocks were slapped. Yu Mian glared at him angrily, "How did you get this bad habit?!"

"I don't know, but when I saw Mian'er, my hand had its own ideas." Sheng Qing raised his hand and stretched it in front of Yu Mian, blinking and asking, "Would Mian'er punish it?"

"Me! You?..."

“…Scoundrel!” Yu Mian waved away the hand in front of him, quietly moved his hand closer to Sheng Qing’s back, aimed at the area below his waist and slapped him in revenge.

Unexpectedly, a slightly smaller cry of surprise sounded, and a cold, soft and fragrant woman threw herself into her arms, as if she was "frightened" and trembling with joy, with a charming smile in her eyes, "Alas~ Young Master, you have ruined my reputation, can you not obey me?"

The scoundrel's hand was so soft and boneless that it reached into the young man's collar, clearly asking for an explanation. After two movements, Yu Mian's clothes became loose...

Yu Mian: ...So helpless...

Who is responsible for whom?

"Don't you dare move again!"

Yu Mian tightly grasped the collar of his clothes, looking like he was resisting to the death, but he couldn't pull out the arm ring around the waist of his inner garment. He leaned against Nong Yu softly, "Young Master, are you... unwilling to take responsibility?"

Yu Mian couldn't suppress the opponent physically or verbally, so he could only play dumb and shut up. Help, someone please stop this drama queen!

She really discovered that Shengqing was a big drama queen with a dark side!

So good at pretending!

"Take responsibility, take responsibility, take responsibility. Don't...ah!" As soon as the words fell, he was pressed down on the condensed clouds and kissed deeply. His five fingers grasped the sparse scattered clouds, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

She tilted her head, panted softly and whispered, "Asshole..."

"What did Mian'er call me for?"

"Madam~" She grabbed Shengqing's sleeve and called out with sincerity in her eyes.

It’s over. I’m going to be bullied for the rest of my life.

Is it too late to regret now?

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