The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

At this time, it was already evening and the sun was gradually setting at the foot of the mountain. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden halo on the walls of the study.

The study was very quiet, with wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner in the corner.

Tang Yixian sat solemnly and quietly in the study, calm and elegant.

Sheng Qingye walked into the study door swiftly, holding a rectangular box in his hand.

After entering the door, he turned around and closed it with a creak.

Tang Yixien watched him close the door, pursed his lips, and knew why he wanted to close the door.

This is exactly the same as what is written in the original book.

Sheng Qingye closed the door, walked up to Tang Yixian, curled his lips and smiled, showing off like a small beast ready to attack, but on the surface he bowed respectfully.

"Master, this is a token of my disciple's gratitude. Please accept it."

He then placed the rectangular wooden box in his hand on the table next to Tang Yixin and opened the box.

It's an ancient sword.

The Sheng family doesn't have much else, but they do have a lot of swords.

Tang Yixien looked at the sword lying in the box and nodded calmly.

Just like in the original book, he gave a sword as a gift. It is ironic that Tang Yixin does not have enough spiritual power and cannot use the ancient sword at all.

Sheng Qingye didn't notice such details at all. He looked at his master in front of him with a sharper gaze.

Tang Yixin was still dressed in cool white clothes, as clear as the moon, his eyes seemed to be shining, and it was very pleasing to the eye sitting there.

This was completely different from the Tang Yixien he had met before.

It’s like a beautiful appearance suddenly becomes transparent and has a soul.

This was all Sheng Qingye could think of.

Sheng Qingye became Tang Yixin's apprentice just to follow his father's words and to marry into the Tang family in order to consolidate the relationship between the two families.

Tang Yixin also felt Sheng Qingye's gaze, which was definitely not how a disciple should treat his master.

He looked back at Sheng Qingye, his voice serious and warning.

"Sheng Qingye, no matter what others say, always remember that I am your master, nothing more."

Sheng Qingye was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Tang Yixian to be so straightforward and resolute. He chuckled and said,

"Yes, even if Master becomes my Taoist partner, he is still my Master."

Tang Yixien clenched his five fingers into a fist, feeling his heart churning.

Only at this moment did he truly understand the helplessness of being a character in the book.

Trapped in my own position and my own identity and abilities.

Sheng Qingye has the capital to be so arrogant.

In theory, Sheng Qingye is equivalent to the legitimate son of an ancient general. He has made great military achievements and his father also has a high status in the Tang family.

Tang Yixian's expression remained the same. He stood up and walked to the mahogany desk by the window in the study. His eyes inadvertently fell on the calligraphy and painting on the desk and he said,

"It's getting late, go back and rest."

After a while.

Tang Yixin suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind, pulling him over and pressing him down on the table.

Between breaths, the man's unique cool scent instantly penetrated his nose, and he raised his eyes to meet Sheng Qingye's wild and rebellious eyes.

Sheng Qingye's face is undoubtedly cold and handsome, with a strong sense of aggression.

He is two years younger than Tang Yixin, and has the youthful vigor and recklessness of a teenager.

Tang Yixian looked at Sheng Qingye without fear. The beautiful Ruifeng's eyes were filled with warning and coldness. He said in a low voice,

"Sheng Qingye, how dare you! Today is your first day as an initiator. What are you going to do to me?"

Sheng Qingye's chains rustled, binding Tang Yixian's hands above his head.

He held the waist of the person under him, slowly moved closer and whispered,

"Master, don't move."

Tang Yixien stopped struggling, his eyes slowly calmed down, and he felt the coldness of the chains on his hands, making him feel a chill.

Sheng Qingye's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled faintly.

"Master, you used muscle softening powder in the incense burner, right? I smelled it as soon as I walked in."

Tang Yixien's face darkened and he struggled hard. The calligraphy and paintings on the table were pressed under him, and some of them were scattered around in a mess. The fragrance of ink filled the air.

Sheng Qingye's chains tightened, and he suppressed the next

"Tsk tsk...what a pity, the muscle softening powder has no effect on me."

The fact that his master was already on guard against him made Sheng Qingye find it even more interesting.

The more the prey struggles, the more it arouses the hunter's desire.

Sheng Qingye looked at his master who was so close to him with a hint of teasing. He looked charming and cold. Looking closely, he found that there was a small cinnabar mole at the corner of his master's lips.

It seems that this marriage is not that difficult to accept.

Capturing the eldest son of the Tang family would naturally be of great benefit to the family, and it was also his father's order.

He thought that as long as they kissed and had physical contact, everything would be fine.

Just like Jin Xiaoxiao said before, the matter has been settled.

He clamped Tang Yixian's jaw, asked him to look at him, and lied deliberately,

"Master, I've been through hundreds of battles and kissed countless female cultivators, so don't worry."

Tang Yixien's lips curled up slightly at this moment.

If he hadn't read the original book, he would have believed it. Sheng Qingye, who had been through hundreds of battles, knew nothing except cultivation.

The family education is extremely strict, and there are few female cultivators among them.

At this time, Tang Yixian was still being restrained. Sheng Qingye's arrogant and handsome face slowly approached, and his lips slowly approached Tang Yixian's lips.

Sheng Qingye could smell the faint fragrance of magnolia between his breaths, and felt his heart beating inexplicably faster, and the tips of his ears were hot as if he had a fever.

Suddenly, he saw the man's eyes harden, and then he said with a smile,

“3...2....1”

Sheng Qingye frowned, and suddenly felt weak all over, then slowly fell down, and the black iron chain of his weapon also loosened instantly.

Tang Yixien pushed Sheng Qingye and he lay to one side, slumped on the table.

Sheng Qingye smiled at this moment and asked,

"Master, you still poisoned me? Where?"

Sheng Qingye seemed even more excited at this moment.

Tang Yixian tidied up his messy clothes, jumped down from the table, picked up the calligraphy and painting that fell beside him, shook it and said,

"Ink fragrance."

The curve of Sheng Qingye's mouth deepened, and then he looked at Tang Yixien deeply.

It turned out that the muscle softening powder he smelled when he entered the door was just a decoy, which made him completely defenseless. The real poison was in the scent of ink.

Tang Yixian put down the calligraphy and painting in his hand, lowered his head and looked at Sheng Qingye and said,

"What? You don't want to ask me what kind of poison I used?"

This poison is a secret recipe that Tang Yixien found out by searching Youyou's computer while staying up last night.

To be exact, it's a drug.

He studied chemistry and quickly made it using ready-made medicinal powder, and then blended it into the fragrance of ink.

Wrote a few messy words.

He took the antidote beforehand.

Sheng Qingye said in a nonchalant tone,

"What? You are my master, how could you poison me to death?"

Tang Yixi lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were particularly clear in the afterglow.

This is true. Besides, given the current situation, there is no benefit in poisoning him.

However, he has something more poisonous than poison.

He walked to the door and opened it.

Jin Xiaoxiao appeared outside the door at this time. No one knew how long he had been here. He raised his peach blossom eyes and pretended to be surprised.

"You've come at the right time. Sheng Qingye is not feeling well. Take him back."

The corners of Jin Xiaoxiao's mouth were harder to suppress than AK at this moment.

"Yes, Master. This is my gift list."

Jin Xiaoxiao bowed slightly, placed the gift list on the table, helped Sheng Qingye up and left.

It was already dark by this time.

Jin Xiaoxiao put one arm around Sheng Qingye's waist and the other on his shoulders, leading him out of the study.

The corners of his mouth never seemed to fall.

"What's going on? Is he poisoned?"

Sheng Qingye's face was darker than the night at this time, and he whispered,

"Master Jin, shut up."

Tang Yixin knew how to punish Sheng Qingye.

Letting Jin Xiaoxiao take him away would be enough to make Jin Xiaoxiao laugh at him for several years, or even for a lifetime.

Ever since Sheng Qingye's cultivation reached the Golden Core stage and his spiritual power was able to drive chains, he began to fight against the demons on the battlefield with his father, bravely killing the enemies.

He had some military achievements, big and small, but he had never been so embarrassed.

Poisoning is even more impossible.

Jin Xiaoxiao felt that this opportunity was really rare. He supported himself and deliberately staggered from side to side.

Just don't walk properly.

"How about I take you for a walk?"

"Jin Xiaoxiao! Be careful or I'll throw away all your broken treasures and smash all your girls' shops."

Sheng Qingye was not familiar with brothels and could not remember the names of the restaurants. He only knew that they were full of girls.

He called that girl the shop.

Seeing that Sheng Qingye was really angry, Jin Xiaoxiao sent him back to Sheng Qingye's house.

He placed the man on the bed.

There was a clang.

Sheng Qingye's head hit the wooden pillow and it hurt.

Jin Xiaoxiao then sat down on the bed and said with curved eyes,

"Hey, Master Sheng, can I call a doctor for you? The one from the Tang family? Or the one from my mansion? The doctors in my mansion are hired at a high price."

"No, you... now... immediately... go out and close the door behind you."

He can't afford to lose that person!