The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The spear swept across, piercing six enemies at once, before being recalled to the palm of a white hand.

Yu Mian raised his eyebrows and looked at the demon beast in front of him whose strength was only at the foundation-building stage. He suddenly felt no pressure at all and didn't even need to use his spear.

He put away his weapon and drew his hand in the air. Countless talismans floated in the air. Then he raised his wrist again and the talismans lined up in a row instantly split into two, two into four, four into eight, and turned into a wall of talismans.

He formed seals with his ten fingers and the talismans formed a formation, which directly surrounded all the monsters.

Finally, I called out softly,

"burst!"

The smoke, dust and blood within the controlled range dyed the world permeable. Yu Mian closed his five fingers, collected the blood, pulled out the infected devil's breath from it, and then burned all the blood with fire.

To deal with this kind of ordinary flesh and blood, the most common red and orange fire lotus is enough. The raging orange-red fire waves swept up to the sky, the light was even brighter than the sunlight, like a fireball in front of the city gate.

She turned around and was about to leave for the clouds, but she heard the voices of countless mortals behind her calling out, "Thank you for your help, Immortal!"

"May I ask the immortal's name? We are going to erect a longevity tablet for him!"

"Thank God for your blessing, thank the immortals for their protection!"

……

Yu Mian's original flying speed suddenly increased, and he disappeared from the sight of mortals in an instant, leaving behind a group of confused people.

In the past, when monks helped the people, they would leave their names so that they could engrave longevity tablets. When they encountered danger, they could pray and perhaps summon the other party's help.

This is a mutually beneficial relationship that adheres to the old rules. For some reason, after killing the monster, this immortal left in an instant without even leaving his name.

Yu Mian came to the top of the clouds and joined Sheng Qing. He raised his hand to show the magic breath he had captured. "These magic breaths are very weak. They will cause some trouble to mortals, but they are very simple for cultivators."

"This is to disrupt the entire mortal world and force the sect's disciples to go down the mountain." She made some guesses based on the devil's aura.

But Sheng Qing asked her lightly, raised his hand to straighten her wind-blown hair, and said with sparkling eyes: "Why don't you leave your Taoist name, huh? Little Taoist Xuanji~"

"I..." Yu Mian's ears turned slightly red. She was not used to this kind of admiration from mortals. She was originally a mortal, and only because she was fortunate enough to embark on the path of cultivation did she have the ability to do anything, but she was still just a human being after all.

Being admired makes her feel disconnected, as if she has been separated from the human category and she feels uncomfortable.

"I think that these are what a monk should do, just like you, follow your heart, not external ideas." Don't be swayed by worldly expectations. Within the framework of self-reason, stick to your heart and do what you want to do and what you think is right.

When Yu Mian first met Sheng Qing, he thought that he was crazier and scarier than the demons. Gradually, his attitude changed, until now, after the fog has cleared, he can see the other person's strong and tenacious heart.

She is the number one righteous leader in the world, and always has been.

Sheng Qing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and gently used his fingertips to tease the sweet-talking girl.

Although he was harsh in words, the light in his eyes could not hide his pleasure. He asked with a hint of anger, "Didn't you doubt that I was not on the right path before?"

"How could it be? The leader of the righteous path is none other than Venerable Huai Ci!" Yu Mian's desire to survive was very strong, and he praised the snake woman's words at will. Although his words were a bit exaggerated, they were not false at all.

"You're so talkative..." Sheng Qing pinched her pretty face, thinking that he had been coaxed by her clever mouth all the way. He lowered his eyes, a lustful look flashed in his eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her.

“…Hmm?” Yu Mian’s eyes widened. How could he be kissed after praising someone?

Five fingers climbed over the mountain, tilting and crushing it. Yu Mian was grabbed by the waist and unable to retreat. The devil's breath grasped by his fingertips was about to loosen.

Sheng Qing glanced at her from the side, his eyes fixed in the air, and then continued to deepen the kiss. How could words express his endless joy and tenderness? The only way was to invade her more and fill the empty space in her chest.

She is never satisfied with Yu Mian.

"Ah..." Yu Mian took a breath and raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips. There was a cut on his lips caused by sharp teeth, and some red blood was stained on it. He glared at him angrily, "Asshole!"

He still didn't feel relieved after cursing, so he took a sip of the wound on his lip, licked away the blood, and cursed again, "You bastard!"

Only after she finished cursing did she feel better. The wound would heal in just a few breaths, but she saw Shengqing's fingertips pressing on her lips, and the scent of green medicine filled the air, occupying every breath in her nasal cavity.

It was as if it was pressed into the chest.

Sheng Qing traced the slightly swollen lips, dyed them red, and smiled as he raised his lips slightly: "Mian'er is so gorgeous like this..."

Her smile contained more than just praise. Yu Mian quickly stepped back and covered her eyes, "I... I'm fine, don't rub it."

Licking lightly with the tip of her tongue, she actually longed for more...

Torn between seriousness and agitation, she took a deep breath and changed the subject to business: "Do we need to find the source of the demonic aura?"

Sheng Qing then stopped thinking and looked at the several gray-black demonic auras that he had captured in the air. He gently extracted a strand of them with his fingertips, and after randomly pinching them into shape a few times like playing with clay, he dispersed them.

"Mian'er, do you want to look for it?" Her tone was a little casual, as if Yu Mian nodded, then even if it was the territory belonging to the Xuanwu Sect, she would still do it.

The five major sects have at least ten thousand years of history. The five regions are divided into five areas to divide the resources. If the major sects are too close to each other, the competition for resources will be unclear and no one will end up well in the end.

Secondly, it is to guard the five regions and prevent the demons from causing chaos.

This matter is neither big nor small.

Yu Mian thought about it and nodded, "This is a matter concerning many mortals, it would be good if we can solve it at the same time."

Sheng Qing nodded, and grasped with his five fingers, sucking the evil spirit into his hands. Starlight flowed in his eyes, and countless veins unfolded in his eyes, like a big tree, constantly spreading its branches outward.

"Southwest, five hundred miles." She crushed the devil's breath in one hand, put her hand on Yu Mian's shoulder, lazily turned into a snake chain and drilled into Yu Mian's collar, finding a warm and soft place to take a nap.

Yu Mian moved his throat slightly and left using the escape technique.

……

At the same time, Fu Qing, who had received the spiritual letter from his junior sister for less than half a month, felt helpless. Since that night, Fu'er not only did not get closer to him, but when he saw her, he felt like he wanted to escape but couldn't.

She has already followed the instructions given by her junior sister, so why is there no improvement?

Could it be that just to ease the embarrassment of that day, he reluctantly agreed to become a Taoist partner?

The third evening bell rings.

Ling Fu was packing up her teaching books and looking at the door. She was unable to come back to her senses for a long time, and a moment of fear flashed across her eyes.

The Master's behavior not only showed no signs of being moved, but was even more loving. Every time she saw those eyes, she felt like her heart was being stabbed by needles.

It was a soft pain that spread out bit by bit.

She once doubted whether what she asked for had trapped the other person.

Master...Yi Guan...what should I do with you?

Now, even having the courage to step out of the church requires hesitation. Should she go to see her?

I always miss you in my heart, but I am hesitant in my actions.

The fear was that pair of gentle and calm eyes tortured her to the point of being terminally ill.

At the empty doorway, a handsome monk in a Qingyun robe appeared. The tall woman had long hair simply tied up and hung down behind her, swaying slightly with the robe.

"Fuer, it's time to get out of the hall. I'm here to pick you up." Fu Qing stood at the door, doing nothing, but he made Ling Fu's heart confused. She couldn't help but show joy in her eyes.