The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

On the other side that Chu Mingyu and Lin Zhiyan didn't know, Qi Jinyang and Wuchen who didn't find Lin Zhiyan parted ways tacitly. They got together because of Lin Zhiyan. They are all smart people. One look can tell what the other person is thinking.

Qi Jinyang smiled and said: "Thanks to the Buddha's care for this journey, the sky is high and the water is far away. See you in the future."

Wuchen's ancient well and waveless eyes slightly lifted up, "See you again by fate."

The two parted at this point, and left in the direction with their backs facing each other, obviously in a posture of never getting in touch with each other.

As for what is destined to meet again, huh, huh.

The moment Qi Jinyang turned around, his face darkened. He pushed aside the bushes in front of him, and walked forward with big strides.

The dead branches slid across the hem of the clothes, making the sound of brushing, and the black brocade boots stepped lightly on the soil. The tender green weeds under the feet turned yellow in an instant, and quickly withered, and there was a faint black air on the ground. spread.

Qi Jinyang's footsteps paused, his teeth creaked, he clenched his fist, and punched the big tree beside him, causing the leaves to fall down, "What the hell are you doing?"

There was silence all around, and no one answered him.

Qi Jinyang seemed to be discouraged, his bloody fist loosened and tightened, his blood fell on the soil, and as the drop of blood circled around, it quickly became lifeless, he said resolutely, "I don't know if you are What, why is it in my body, but you'd better restrain yourself, or else you're desperately trying to die, and I don't want you to live."

The black air under his feet slowed down, but finally subsided.

But Qi Jinyang didn't know why, since he was born, he was regarded as unknown. Of course, Cheng Xiuru didn't know about this, but the servants in his small courtyard usually talk badly, for example, his nanny embroidered shoes for him , hurt his hand; the maids who served him often had to throw things away, and in serious cases, they would even lose their appearance. There were many such trivial things, and he knew in his heart that he was probably a little different.

As for how it was different, he couldn't tell.

But as he got older, the evil voice in Yeyemeng kept tempting him, as if whispering in his ear: Do you want to become stronger?Want to crush those who bully you? ...

He didn't care about it at the beginning, but when such dreams appeared many times, he paid more attention to them. I have to say, those dreams are still very tempting, powerful, surrounded by beauties, and mountains of gold coins... Thinking of this, Qi Jinyang With a sneer, an ordinary person would be confused by it, but he himself disdains it.

When he was dying, he was picked up by a steward of Taixu Xianzong's outer courtyard, and he has taken root in Taixu Xianzong since then. Although he himself doesn't think he is a good person, there are some things that belong to principled insistence.

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Those demonic energy entangled him day and night, but he still insisted that he was a cultivator.

Qi Jinyang was stunned. If he hadn't been able to practice the Immortal Cultivation Technique, he might have doubted himself.

Those secret dreams looked glamorous, but none of them were what he wanted, which was one of the reasons why he was not confused.

As for...

Qi Jinyang blushed, as if thinking of something, his mind was a little unsteady for a moment, and the devilish energy that was waiting for an opportunity wrapped around his body in an instant, Qi Jinyang only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, Then it was another scene.

He knew in his heart that this was another illusion created for him by those devilish qi. This feeling was so familiar that it almost grew up with him, tempting him all the time.

Only this time, something seemed different.

Qi Jinyang looked at the young man who was sitting quietly by the bed, and for a moment he felt his heart was about to jump out. His face could no longer see the calmness and calmness he had when facing similar scenes.

In the quaint room, the Chinese characters "囍" are pasted everywhere, and the big red wedding candles are quietly burning on the table, with sparks splashing from time to time.

Qi Jinyang walked towards the bed involuntarily as if he had been tempted by something. The closer he walked, the clearer he could see.

His heart was pounding, the so-called beauty under the lamp was nothing more than that.

Dim candlelight hits the beauty's porcelain white and flawless face, and the flickering shadows match this scene for no reason, making it look extremely charming. The stunningly beautiful young man is wearing a red wedding dress, which makes his complexion extremely white, which is almost soul-stirring. Beautiful, the young man sat on the side of the bed obediently, looked towards the young man with eyes that seemed to contain spring water, and said delicately, "Sir, why did you come here?"

Qi Jinyang felt an inexplicable thirst in his throat, he could hardly speak, but seeing the boy's complaining eyes, and couldn't bear to let his beautiful eyes be stained with disappointment, he coughed lightly twice, pretending to be serious Said, "Xiao Yan, why are you here?"

Qi Jinyang knew very well in his heart that this was the illusion created for him by that damned devilish energy, but he... knew clearly that this was wrong, yet he sank down without hesitation.

The usually proud and dignified young man was as cute as a cat at this time, he said softly, "This is our big day."

Qi Jinyang suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had unconsciously walked in front of the young man, looking down at the young man in red sitting beside the bed.

From such a close look, the young man's exquisite and flawless facial features are almost breath-taking. His beautiful eyebrows, slightly raised nose, and small and bright red lips are alluring...

He raised his big rough hand, pinched the young man's sharp chin, and said hoarsely, "What should you call me?"

A hint of shyness flashed across the young man's bright eyes, and a blush appeared on his fair face. He said in a condescending tone, as if he had a hook in his tone, "Ms.

Qi Jinyang couldn't bear it anymore, and in this posture, he kissed the young boy's soft lips. His domineering lips and tongue seemed to be attacking the city, and he accurately found the boy's evasive uvula, and sucked it in his mouth carefully. The entanglement took most of the boy's breath away.

Well--

The young man opened his moist eyes wide, struggling slightly with some discomfort.

So much alike, so much alike...

It's just a fake, after all, it's just a fake, and it can't be true anymore.

Qi Jinyang sighed in his heart, as if he was a little bit reluctant, he sucked heavily on the young man's red and swollen lips, rubbed his fingers on the young man's red and swollen lips for a while, then stood up decisively, and said in a hoarse voice, "You How long do you want to pretend?"

A look of astonishment quickly flashed across the delicate and beautiful young man's face, his eyes were red, obviously he was wronged and innocent, but he smiled again in an instant, "Sir, what are you talking about?"

Qi Jinyang dodged the Oubai arm that the young man wanted to loop up like a snake, his fingers moved slightly, the aura had already gathered at the fingertips, but he stopped when he saw that face, the young man had completely recovered from his lust at this time Come here, he said coldly, "Don't force me to do it."

The young man felt aggrieved, he looked at the young man blankly,

Suddenly the space distorted, and these scenes disappeared one by one.

Returning to reality, Qi Jinyang woke up from the demonic energy. He was stunned, ignoring the reluctance in his heart, and when he was about to get up, his face turned dark.

The wet feeling under his body was so clear that Qi Jinyang had to change his clothes. After tidying himself up, his expression was complicated. He didn't expect the young man to have such a great influence on him. It was just a kiss...

But the blackness is still tempting him, "Don't you want a beauty to wrap your knees? Don't you want a beauty to obey you? As long as you listen to me, you can get everything."

Qi Jinyang twitched the corners of his mouth. It is undeniable that he was tempted for a moment. Just thinking of the boy's proud and noble eyes, he couldn't imagine the boy's gentle appearance. The boy should be born to be held in the palm of his hand and pampered. How could this petite young master serve others?

"No need." He said lightly.

The devil's energy was not discouraged, and still lingered on Qi Jinyang unswervingly. Qi Jinyang was used to its existence, so he acquiesced in the existence of the devil's energy.

To be honest, this devilish energy has helped him a lot of things, maybe without this trace of devilish energy, he would not be able to survive early, if these devilish energy has always been so obedient and allowed him to drive, Qi Jinyang clenched his fists tightly.

On the other side, Fozi watched Qi Jinyang leave before walking in the opposite direction. An almost indistinct smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which instantly dispelled the coldness and desolation on his body, "A man blessed by heaven , there is actually a demonic energy on him, things are getting more and more fun."

He just wanted to see how far the Dao of Heaven would go.

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"Xiao Yan, are you not injured?" Chu Mingyu, who had just dealt with a vulture, ran back to the boy nervously, and wanted to reach out.

Lin Zhiyan dodged the outstretched hand uncomfortably, raised his head but said with a bright smile, "Brother, I'm fine."

"En." Chu Mingyu replied in a low voice, and did not force the boy.

He had felt that the young man was alienated from him before, but after a few days, this feeling became more and more clear. The young man avoided physical contact with him almost all the time, and his speech became respectful and distant. , and won't make some jokes with him, as if it's true——treat him as a senior brother.

Chu Ming's eyes darkened, which was not the result he wanted.