After my Taoist partner was destroyed, the fairy who coveted me took action

Qing Yueqiu nodded her little head seriously.

"I understand, Master!"

"Okay, it's getting late. We should go back. Your mistress must be getting anxious waiting for you."

Pei Yuhan condensed a large spiritual flying sword, ready to take Qing Yueqiu back to the Han Palace Sword Mansion.

Qing Yueqiu looked at her master's back as he stepped onto the flying sword and prepared to leave. She hesitated for a moment, raised her hand and then put it down again. But in the end, a firm look appeared in her scarlet eyes, and she finally stretched out her fingers carefully and gently tugged at Pei Yuhan's clothes.

Pei Yuhan turned around with some confusion and met the first disciple's wet eyes. He had never seen such a soft look in Yue Qiu's cold crimson eyes.

"what happened?"

Being looked at by Yue Qiu with eyes full of desire and expectation, Pei Yuhan's voice softened unconsciously.

"Master... um, it's been a while since Yueqiu followed Master on a flying sword and took a ride in the clouds. Can Master take Yueqiu for a tour in Dao Sect and return to the cave residence later..."

no respond.

Qing Yueqiu forced a smile and let go of the little hand that was holding the white clothes.

"I'm sorry, Master. Yueqiu was rude. It's really too late now. I should go back earlier so that Master's wife can rest assured..."

"Okay, I'll take you for a walk. The moon is very beautiful tonight. It would be a pity not to appreciate it."

When Qing Yueqiu heard this, her originally dim crimson eyes regained their luster, but when she thought that this might be her master accommodating her, she felt particularly ashamed and quickly declined.

"Master... Yueqiu was just in a spur of the moment. You don't have to follow my lead. I'm not a child anymore..."

"I'm not going along with you, Yueqiu. It's just that when you mentioned flying a sword to admire the moon, I got excited...Okay, let's not waste time. Let's go. Master will take you for a ride!"

Pei Yuhan said this as he pulled Qing Yueqiu onto the flying sword, then made a hand gesture and took off.

The silver-haired girl felt the push on her back and the feeling of weightlessness from the activation of the flying sword. She screamed and subconsciously hugged the waist of the man in front of her.

"Master... you are so mean. You don't even give your disciple any time to prepare. What if Yue Qiu falls down?"

Qingyueqiu rested her head on Pei Yuhan's back, a blush on her face.

"With Master here, you won't fall."

"……Um."

Qing Yueqiu watched the evening breeze blow her silver hair away and responded with a sound as soft as a mosquito's.

She raised her head and looked at her master who was tightly hugged by her waist, and suddenly an inexplicable thought emerged in her mind.

What would Master think when I held him in my arms?

Will he also have the same sweet and numb feeling in his heart as I do... No, of course that's impossible. Perhaps he will only have this wonderful feeling when his master's wife flies the sword with him.

But even so, Qing Yueqiu was still very curious about what Pei Yuhan was thinking at this moment.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see Pei Yuhan's face now, so she couldn't guess what her master was thinking.

But if Qing Yueqiu were asked to guess, she might not have guessed that what Pei Yuhan was thinking at this moment was - hiding from his Taoist partner.

That’s right, Pei Yuhan promised Qing Yueqiu to return to Hangong Sword Mansion later, not because of Yueqiu’s wishes, but because he needed a reason to avoid seeing Li Yuan.

He is now very afraid to see Li Yuan and hear Li Yuan's caring greetings.

The gentle haven of the past only deepened Pei Yuhan's current sense of guilt.

He wanted to relax outside at home alone.

Perhaps even if Qing Yueqiu hadn't brought it up, he would have gone out for a walk alone after sending Qing Yueqiu home.

The master and the disciple walked on the clouds with their swords, but because they each had their own thoughts, they remained silent.

call--

The cold wind like a knife blew towards him, and Pei Yuhan cast a wind-avoiding spell on Qing Yueqiu with a flick of his fingers.

"Master, won't you cast the Wind Avoidance Technique on yourself?"

"...I am a Nascent Soul cultivator with a strong physique. This bit of cold wind is nothing to me."

Qing Yueqiu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Is there something on Master's mind?"

"without……"

"Master, don't think about deceiving Yue Qiu. When you lie, your body temperature will rise. It's too obvious."

Qing Yueqiu hugged Pei Yuhan's waist tighter, and she put her face on Pei Yuhan's back and whispered:

"The thing that Master is worried about... is it related to Master's Wife? Well, Yueqiu didn't mean that Master thought Master's Wife was troublesome, but that Master was worried about Master's Wife..."

Pei Yuhan subconsciously turned around and glanced at Qing Yueqiu, as if he had not expected that his pure-minded disciple would one day be so perceptive.

Qing Yueqiu knew that she was right. She held Pei Yuhan's clothes a little tighter and asked expectantly, "Master, can you tell Yueqiu about this? Yueqiu also wants to help Master share those annoying troubles."

The swordsman in white lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

How could he possibly let his disciples know about such an embarrassing thing?

If the disciple knew that the master she admired was making love with another woman inside the door while she was squatting outside the door waiting for her...what would she think?

Will she still see herself as a role model for her?

Maybe you will feel disgusted.

After all, no one is willing to accept that their master is a man like that.

Pei Yuhan shook his head and didn't want to think about it anymore.

He smiled and turned back to Qing Yueqiu and said, “Yueqiu, don’t forget that Master brought you here for a ride, so don’t think too much about those useless things.

Master will take you to relax tonight, and then you can focus on preparing for the sect competition! I will support the Han Palace Sword House."

Qing Yueqiu wanted to say something more, but Pei Yuhan said with a wicked smile: "Hold me tight, the master is going to speed up!"

Chapter 80 Yueqiu, do you want to touch the moon?

After Pei Yuhan finished speaking, the sword, which was originally flying at a constant speed, suddenly climbed vertically upwards. During this process, the flying sword continued to accelerate, causing waves of sonic clouds to appear behind the hilt.

The silver-haired girl immediately felt a huge push on her back pulling her body. She screamed and no longer cared about her master. She could only hold on to her master's waist to prevent herself from falling off the flying sword.

"Master... No, it's too fast..."

So exciting...

Qingyue Qiu's scolding voice was crushed by the howling wind, but Pei Yuhan still heard it clearly.

He made hand gestures again to slow down the flying sword.

After feeling the speed of the flying sword slow down, Qing Yueqiu seemed to have not yet fully recovered from the feeling of weightlessness. The hot and moist breathing between her red lips and white teeth was still heavy.

She looked down and realized that her cold sweat had soaked her master's clothes on his back...

"Hahaha, Yueqiu, you're still afraid of heights like when you were a kid. I thought you overcame this problem after learning how to fly a sword."

Pei Yuhan laughed and rubbed the three thousand silver hairs of the disciple behind him that were already scattered.

Qingyueqiu, who was being stroked on the head, subconsciously let out a cat-like low moan of comfort.

But her "energy" will not be offset by this one touch...it will take at least three touches.

She said with some resentment: "Master, you are still laughing. I have wet your clothes."

"Are your clothes wet? You are the same as your master's wife, you both have the talent of water spirit roots... The first time I took her to fly the sword, she was scared and cried. My clothes were even wetter than now..."

Pei Yuhan smiled as he recalled the past, but Qing Yueqiu frowned slightly.

She didn't want her master to keep mentioning his mistress when they were alone together.

It was such a rare opportunity to spend time with his first disciple... couldn't he just focus all his attention on Yue Qiu? Master's wife could always show concern for him.

No... What on earth am I thinking? How can I compete with Master's Wife...

Qing Yueqiu felt that her brain must have been damaged by the high-speed flight just now, otherwise how could she have come up with the idea of ​​competing with her master's wife for the attention of her master?

The silver-haired girl sorted out her thoughts and said with a smile:

"So Master is so good at controlling the sword?"

"Of course. Among the sword cultivators of the same level, I, Hanyang Sword Immortal, am the best in sword control speed regardless of other aspects."

"When Yueqiu's cultivation exceeds that of Master, Yueqiu will definitely ask Master to accompany her to fly the sword once~ Then, I will 'avenge' my embarrassed self today!"

"Oh, do you want to embarrass Master? Okay, I'll wait for the day when your cultivation level surpasses mine."

As the master and the disciple chatted, the vertically climbing flying swords under their feet also reached the clouds.

Thick clouds were blowing in the face, and Qing Yueqiu subconsciously closed his eyes.

This was her first time flying so high and her first time touching the clouds.

It turns out that clouds are not soft, they are like a ball of more humid air, very cool.

When Qing Yueqiu opened her eyes again, the flying sword under her feet had resumed its horizontal flight. Her beautiful rosy eyes widened, as if she wanted to remember the beautiful scene before her firmly.

The bright moonlight shines above the rolling sea of ​​white clouds, like the sparkling sea. When the night wind blows, the clouds surge, and the moonlight refracted on them twists and changes, just like real waves.

"What a nice view."

Qing Yueqiu murmured, and the Liuying sword on her waist also made a crisp sword sound, as if she liked this place as much as her master did.

Pei Yuhan smiled when he saw his disciples being impressed by the beauty of the night moon and sea of ​​clouds.

"We're just getting started. Yueqiu, do you want to touch the moon?"

"Touch the moon?"

Qing Yueqiu repeated it with some doubt, even suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

The moon is far above the dome, how can it be touched with bare hands?

But seeing the serious look on Master's face, it seemed that he was not joking with her.

In this case, then just believe in Master.

"Well, I want to touch the moon!" Qing Yueqiu answered seriously.

"Okay, I will make the moon appear in front of you right away."

Pei Yuhan spread out his five fingers, then pinched the front, and in an instant, the entire sea of ​​clouds was mobilized.