The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

There are two strange people walking on the street.

The younger looking boy in the front is not amazing, but he has an inexplicably unique aura, especially those obsidian-like eyes, which seem to gather the starlight in the sky, causing passers-by to look sideways.

Followed by a tall man dressed in black, he also looks ordinary, but his temperament is very extraordinary, he followed the young man in front of him closely, expressionless.

Looking at the clothes, it seems to be the young master and the servant, but the servant's aura is too strong, making people intimidated, and passers-by can't help but feel a little curious.

At this moment, the boy spoke, with a clear and sweet voice, "Little Yuzi, go and buy me some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

The young man pointed to a shop on the corner of the street with his onion-like fingers. There was a long queue there, and the business was very hot. If you wanted to buy something, you might have to wait for two hours.

Well, it is estimated to be another second-generation ancestor~

Passers-by felt comprehension in their hearts, and they couldn't help sympathizing with the servant who followed the young master. It would be bad to go to a big family with such an aura to be a guard, and he insisted on serving these difficult dudes.

The banter in the young man's eyes was so obvious that people couldn't ignore it. Passers-by looked sympathetically in the direction of the servant, but couldn't help being stunned. The tall man in black nodded very docilely, his icy aura seemed to be It disappeared in an instant, and walked behind the long line without hesitation.

The young master snorted softly, "Come to Yumanlou to find me at noon."

The servant in black answered in a low voice.

The passers-by feel even more regretful, this is a small town at the foot of the Taixu Xianzong, there are some fairy-like figures coming and going, that man is extraordinary, why don't he seek Taoism?Maybe if you are lucky, you will go in, so how can you still be struggling in the mundane world?

If he knew that the black-clothed servant was the cold master of Taixu Xianzong...

Yumanlou is a restaurant, famous for its peach blossom brewing, it is considered the most high-end restaurant in this small town, but at this time the lively restaurant hall is extremely quiet, everyone stares dumbfounded at the young master who is in heaven——

"This osmanthus cake is too sweet! Throw it away!"

"Go get me a bottle of peach blossom wine, poof—what kind of wine is this! Throw it away!"

"Give me vegetables! I want that crystal eggplant, who asked you to pick up so many!"

"Do you know how to serve people? Be careful, I will go back and let my father drive you out!"

"I don't even have an appetite when I look at it with a straight face!"

"Be quick on your hands and feet!"

While bossing around, the young man continued to criticize, and played the image of a dandy young master to ten percent. Now, the mood of the people in the hall coincided with the mood of the previous passers-by. Young Master, this servant is probably exhausted physically and mentally, right?

Although that face was plain, the aura of the servant couldn't be ignored. While feeling a little regretful in their hearts, everyone couldn't help but spit inwardly, reincarnation is a technical job!

It seemed that the satisfied young man finally stopped tossing and began to eat quietly. The servant stood behind him, like a fierce statue, guarding his master. It seemed... a bit harmonious?

Everyone shook their heads and threw away this ridiculous idea.

When Qi Jinyang and Chu Mingcheng, who were sitting in the box upstairs, came down, they saw the two conspicuous people in the corner of the hall, he frowned and stopped, and Chu Mingcheng, who followed behind him, asked, "What's wrong? "

Qi Jinyang shook his head. The aura of those two people is too strong for most people to see. It is estimated that some young master came out to play again. How could he think of that person?

... Not to mention that the majestic master of Taixu Xianzong would dress up like this.

These were just fleeting thoughts, he twitched the corners of his mouth a little self-deprecatingly, and said to Chu Mingcheng behind him, "It's nothing, let's go."

Over the years, his cultivation base has steadily improved, and he has also been accompanied by his best friend Chu Mingcheng. Compared with his birth, this should be a good ending, but sometimes he feels inexplicably lost. Thinking of that clear and bright boy, Qi Jinyang It is undeniable that he was moved by his own ideas, but his power was weak back then, and his vengeance had not been avenged.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Such a life is actually pretty good, isn't it?Qi Jinyang looked back at the man beside him, and suddenly smiled.

The young master who had been working for a whole day was tired and announced domineeringly, "Hey! Carry me back!"

The man in black is still taciturn, but his expression is extremely loyal, but compared with his restrained expression, the movements of his hands are quite disrespectful. He bent down and stretched his arms, and directly hugged the young master and princess in his arms With a slight movement of the figure, the whole person disappeared in an instant, leaving passers-by with stunned faces.

This tmd is a servant?Shouldn't it be a male pet?

Thinking of the young master's slender figure and clear and soft voice, even though his appearance was not so good, but his body was thin and tender, everyone no longer knew whether to envy or sympathize with that servant.

The boy on the road was still finding fault, "Who told you to hug me! Put me down!"

Maybe it's because the man's connivance to him today made him bolder. At this time, he forgot that there is still an hour to pass today. The black-clothed servant's arms tightened tightly, and he put the coat on the boy's body, almost killing him from scratch. Wrapped up to the feet, "Master, it's windy at night, it's better to hug."

The domineering young master frowned and thought for a while, then reluctantly accepted the servant's proposal, "Hmph, forget it this time, but you still have to be punished!"

His round pupils rolled, and a malicious smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, "Come to my room later, and I will teach you a 'good' lesson."

The servant who was holding him almost laughed, and his pampering voice disappeared into the night wind, "Obey, my young master."

The Changdeng Hall is the dormitory of the past suzerains. It is located on the top of the mountain. It is cold and majestic, and no one dares to disturb it at night.

The hall was brightly lit, and the young master was standing in front of the bed, a surge of excitement welled up in his heart, "Hey, baby, don't be afraid, I will love you obediently." He smiled like a wolf with a big tail, and quickly pawed After shedding the black clothes on the taciturn servant, a golden ribbon appeared out of nowhere, full of aura, "This is a millennium silkworm, don't try to break free."

The little hands were floating on the chest, pinching this and that from time to time, the servant's eyes had already turned red, and his forbearance face was full of humiliation, the young master was even more proud, "Split my legs for this young master!"

The servant said in a hoarse voice, "Master, let me serve you."

The young master became even more excited, "Quick points!"

The servant was tall and had long legs, and the murder weapon was buried in the lush hair. The young master couldn't help but shift his eyes when he saw the thing, but then he thought, I'm going to be on it tonight, so I'm afraid he's a bird?

The young master chuckled, and took out a tube of ointment, "Tonight, my young master will make you want to die~"

Chu Mingyu raised his eyebrows in surprise, he never expected that the young man would have such thoughts, he looked at the young man's small body suspiciously, as if he was estimating something.

Chu Mingyu thought with some regret, but unfortunately the early morning has passed.

Just as the boy's little hand with the ointment was about to reach the indescribable place behind him, a big hand suddenly grabbed it, and a low voice sounded, "The kitten is not good."

Ignoring the young man's panicked eyes, Chu Mingyu pressed the young man under him, casually stroking the young man's black hair, while holding the young man's hand and sending it behind him, "Yanyan, it's past morning, Is it fun for the young master?"

Lin Zhiyan was trembling, turned around and wanted to run, "You are lying!"

The weeping sound in his tone revealed his own feelings, the man shook his head regretfully, and jokingly said, "Next time, we must strike earlier, or we will be eaten by hunters."

He took out a pair of cat ears and inserted them gently between the young man's hair. They matched the young man's wet eyes very well. The man fiddled with the cat ears, "Yanyan is really a master, for tonight's show, It's a pity that I agreed to the role of the master and the kitten..."

The man's brows and eyes were full of smiles, and the young man felt his eyes go dark, woo woo woo... Is it too late to repent now?

"The master's pet should be obedient." The servant regained his proper momentum, but kissed the boy's lips affectionately, "Hey, come and listen?"

The young man was trembling, his heart was full of remorse, it was a shame that he didn't take advantage of it!

At this time, I still have time to think about this ←_←

Chu Mingyu's eyes darkened, and he took out a piece of pure white cat's tail from nowhere, and waved it gently in front of the boy's eyes, "Should I bark?"

The kitten's big clear eyes were filled with tears, but it couldn't get any pity from its owner, so it could only meow aggrievedly.

As if some kind of flame was lit, the cat's tail in the man's hand was buried deeply in the boy's thigh, "...ah..."

A pure white cat's tail protruded between the boy's slender legs, which looked very tempting on the dark bed sheet. He couldn't stop struggling, "I don't want it...no..."

Chu Mingyu flicked the cat's tail, and the boy clamped his legs impatiently, only to hear the man chuckle softly, "Who said just now that I want to die tonight?"

... play big

"Are you saying you want to hurt me?"

……

"Is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake delicious?"

……

"Dislike me for being clumsy?"

Every time the man said a word, the movements of his hands became more ruthless, and the boy cried out in mourning, "Uh... wow... I... I was wrong..."

The snow-white cat ears in the black hair trembled with the boy's shaking of the head. Finally, the man couldn't help but pull out the cat's tail and plunged himself in, "Call Master."

The young man's teary eyes were so pitiful, "...Master."

The night without shame or impatience passed like this.