A sick and weak Taoist couple dressed as a ruthless Taoist swordsman

But then Su Yunlan became nervous for no reason—Jian Zun cultivated the way of ruthlessness, facing Su Yunqing's kindness, can he be moved?

Fortunately, after a while, Sword Master's voice sounded again, as calm and cold as ice and snow on a mountain.

It is the word "sit".

The high-hanging white gauze fluttered, and through the heavy gauze, Su Yunlan vaguely saw Su Yunqing walk in again, and sat down on a futon in front of Sword Master with a very upright and polite posture.

Jian Zun just looked down at him like this, and didn't seem to be angry.

Su Yunlan breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, it seemed that Sword Master had used some secret method to cut off the connection with the outside world behind the veil. Su Yunlan could only vaguely see the two people's lips moving in the shadow of the veil, but could not hear the content of their conversation.

Su Yunlan frowned slightly, but she didn't dare to step forward to interrupt the conversation between the two of them, so she could only stand there and wait worriedly.

After about another cup of tea, Su Yunqing finally got up from the futon. When he got up, his figure seemed to shake a little, and he walked out of the veil.

When he got to a place where Su Yunlan could see, he smiled slightly at Su Yunlan from a distance and said, "Brother, I explained it clearly to my husband, and he also forgives me, brother, go back."

The two were separated by dozens of steps, Su Yunlan couldn't see Su Yunqing's face clearly, but he could feel that his breath was long and gentle, and his complexion was still the same as before.

It's just that Su Yunqing's smile seems a little ethereal at the moment, and it's hard for Su Yunlan to speculate deeply.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Yunlan could only say to Su Yunqing: "Since that's the case, brother can rest assured."

After finishing speaking, Su Yunlan cupped his hands again and said in the direction of Jian Zun: "Your Majesty, please take good care of Qingqing for Zhuan Zhou when he is not around. He lost his mother when he was young. My father and I didn't teach him well in many ways. If you offend For your lord, please show your lord to be merciful for the sake of Zhou Zhou and father."

A moment later, Jian Zun's distant and indistinct voice came from behind the veil again, still cherishing words like gold.

"can."

Su Yunlan got the promise from the sword master, and immediately felt relieved, and said quickly: "Thank you, my lord, I will take my leave."

Su Yunlan left.

Before leaving, although he was very reluctant, he didn't dare to look at it again.Lest the sword master become suspicious.

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But Su Yunlan didn't know that as soon as he left, a cold and powerful aura swept across the entire Jianzun's bedroom instantly, and the white gauze fluttered. Su Yunqing, who was still barely standing, grunted, bit her lip, and knelt down softly.

Soon, cold sweat oozed from his jade-white forehead, his long eyelashes like crow feathers kept trembling, and his beautiful thin red lips suddenly lost their color at that moment.

Dressed in Xuanyi, he finally got off the seat on the high platform and walked in front of Su Yunqing.

The heavy black clothes with dark silver patterns fell in front of Su Yunqing.

Su Yunqing struggled to raise her wet and delicate face, bit her lip, and in the next second met a pair of deep and deep pupils.

In those eyes that were so dark that they couldn't even see the slightest wave, there was a faint golden glow emerging, hiding a cold aura that made people's hearts chill.

Su Yunqing's porcelain-like cheeks blushed a little, and she said softly with an extremely fragile appearance: "Husband...don't be angry, Yunqing really knows her mistake."

"Have you ever seen what you look like?"

The fragile beauty's long wet eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were covered with mist, and she shook her head in an extremely bewildered expression.

"That's it."

In the next moment, the cold coercion that was so huge that it almost crushed all the bones in Su Yunqing's body was completely withdrawn, a fishy and sweet breath surged in Su Yunqing's throat, and he fell on the ground and gasped softly, and his ears were buzzing Straight ringing, tinnitus began.

Seeing Su Yunqing's frail appearance, the system couldn't help shouting: "Jianzun hates green tea the most! Host, don't drink tea. If he gets mad, you will be finished. He likes a magnanimous gentleman like Su Yunlan. "

Su Yunqing's eyelashes were drooping, and his thin and slender body was still trembling uncontrollably, but his two dark eyes flickered, and he said lightly in his heart: That's not necessarily the case.

system:?

Immediately afterwards, Sword Master on the opposite side spoke again.

"Come here, grind the ink for me."

Su Yunqing was slightly startled, but then, he tried his best to support his frail body and walked over tremblingly.

We still have to act.

Silently walking to Sword Master's side, Su Yunqing took a look at Jian Master's handsome side face, which was as cold as jade, and said in a low voice, "Yun Qing has made an ugly show", and reached out to get the black ink pestle on the jade table.

Unexpectedly, I picked it up, but didn't pick it up.

Su Yunqing: So heavy?

Sword Master said again: "Use spiritual power."

Su Yunqing didn't change her face, silently trying to pick up the ink pestle with spiritual power.

And the little black ink pestle in Su Yunqing's hand actually weighed a thousand catties, it was hard for Su Yunqing to pick it up and put it in the inkstone.

After only one round of grinding, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Su Yunqing's forehead, and the wrists holding the ink pestle began to tremble faintly. What's even more strange is that when he was grinding the ink, he always felt that the ink pestle seemed to be emitting a slight The tremor prevented him from continuing to grind.

Sword Master is still punishing him?

Su Yunqing finally came to his senses, feeling a little cloudy and uncertain.

Cultivate the ruthless way and cultivate to such a character that you must repay the grievances?I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all. Is this really the hero?

The system sensed Su Yunqing's state of mind, and quickly made amends to Jianzun: "This ink pestle is carved with [-] circles of the true pattern of the Dao, and every time you grind it, you are feeling the Dao of Heaven and Earth and tempering your body. Before Su Yu left, he only had time to make you into a Nascent Soul cultivation base, but he didn’t have time to help you survive the catastrophe. Sword Master is helping you to train your body, so don’t show disgust. Otherwise, it will take half a year The catastrophe of the day after tomorrow will come as promised, and no one will help you solve it, so you will be wiped out."

After listening to the system's words, Su Yunqing was silent for a moment, and said flatly: "System, you didn't say before that I still have life and death for half a year."

The system knew that it had slipped up, and suddenly fell silent.

Su Yunqing originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but soon, his energy was not enough to distract him from talking and grinding ink.

The Dao Zhenwen on the ink pestle resonated, and the faintly trembling power seemed to grind the meridians in his body little by little, which was extremely sour and uncomfortable.

Finally, on lap No. 18, Su Yunqing's slender wrist trembled, and finally couldn't help begging softly: "Husband, I can't move anymore."

Jian Zun also raised his eyes to look at Su Yunqing at this time, his eyes were cold and scrutinized.

Su Yunqing felt Jian Zun's gaze, her long eyelashes trembled, she lowered her eyes, and pursed her lips to show weakness again: "Husband, Yun Qing is weak, please take pity on me."

Unexpectedly, after hearing Su Yunqing's words, Jian Zun said: "It really can't be worn anymore?"

Su Yunqing was suspicious, but still nodded slightly.

In the next second, Sword Master suddenly reached out his hand.

The cold white palm stretched out from under the sleeve of the black robe, just covering Su Yunqing's hand holding the ink pestle.

It was bony and strong, with a hint of coolness, making Su Yunqing's heart shiver slightly from the cold.

Immediately afterwards, Sword Master said: "Concentrate and calm down."

A huge spiritual force spread out from Sword Master's palm, penetrated along the delicate jade-white skin on the back of Su Yunqing's hand, and took control of Su Yunqing's entire hand.

Su Yunqing's hands were small, and they were controlled by Sword Master just now. When the two got close, Su Yunqing could still smell the snow-like fresh air and a little bit of ambergris from Sword Master's body.

This gesture is extremely ambiguous.

Su Yunqing's dark pupils moved slightly, and then closed down quickly.

Because Jian Zun's hand moved.

Soon, Su Yunqing uncontrollably followed Jian Zun's huge and thick spiritual power, grinding the ink round and round.

Strange to say, Sword Master's hands are cold, and the sharp joints are even a bit painful, but his spiritual power is slightly warm.

After penetrating into Su Yunqing's body, like the waking spring breeze, the morning sun warmly illuminates the meridians in Su Yunqing's body that are entangled with countless disease roots one by one, making it very comfortable and slightly itchy.

All five senses were magnified, and Su Yunqing could even clearly feel Xiao Ji's fine palm lines and the thin calluses on his joints at this moment...

This unique experience that shook Su Yunqing's soul made Su Yunqing a little dazed for a while, but soon he came back to his senses, and quietly glanced at Jian Zun's indifferent and cold side face, vaguely speculating.

suddenly--

Sword Master: "Concentrate."

Su Yunqing was startled, and before she had time to regain her senses, she felt Xiao Ji's palm covering the back of her hand suddenly burn!

Su Yunqing's face turned pale, and her beautiful and slender brows furrowed from the sudden pain caused by the touch like a soldering iron.

Almost subconsciously, Su Yunqing mobilized the spiritual power in his body to fight against the sword master's spiritual power, but he only lasted half a second before giving up quickly.

"Husband, it's hot..."

Su Yunqing begged for forgiveness in a low voice.

Jian Zun didn't speak, but the heat in his palms subsided a little, and he continued to rub the ink with Su Yunqing.

Round and round, round and round...

After one hundred and eight laps of grinding, Su Yunqing broke out in a cold sweat even though the sword master was in charge of the whole process. The thin shirt under his vest was soaked, and his thin lips were slightly white.

It looks so pitiful.

Sword Master pulled his hand away, and the cold and snowy aura suddenly moved away.

Su Yunqing lost her support and almost fell into the inkstone that was full of ink.

"You don't have to play those little tricks in front of me in the future."

Su Yunqing was stunned for a moment, silently supported her body and stood up, lowered her eyelashes, and pursed her lips: "Yunqing doesn't know what your husband is talking about."

A cold coercion suddenly struck again, falling on Su Yunqing's forehead, and stopped.

As if seeing Su Yunqing's fragile and pale delicate face, or because of other reasons, the coercion was withdrawn again.

Su Yunqing still stood there with her head bowed, her eyes were moist, and her delicate face was full of fear and pity, which made one's heart tremble.

After three breaths, Sword Master's figure disappeared behind the veil.

he's gone.

Su Yunqing stood there silently, and after a long time, she slowly raised her head.

Just as he was about to look around, a black sword servant quietly appeared in front of him, bowed and said, "Madam, please follow Jiazi."

Su Yunqing quietly looked at the sword servant who looked exactly like Ding Mao in front of her, her eyes moved, and she asked softly, "Did your husband ask the senior brother to come?"

Jiazi bowed his head: "Yes."

Su Yunqing pondered for a moment, and a slight smile appeared on her fragile face: "Well, I will go with senior brother."

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Su Yunqing left with Jiazi, and the huge dormitory was soon empty, with only a bit of coldness left over just now.

Not long after, a water-like ripple rose, and he quietly walked out from behind the high platform in a black robe, sat upright and returned to his original position, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

The temperament of the visitor is like a quiet shadow and a heavy jade, with a handsome and profound face, just like a heavenly man.

It was the sword master who had just left.

Suddenly, a white light manifested at the position of the futon that Su Yunqing had just sat on, and condensed into a huge white tiger.

The white tiger jumped and landed on the jade table in front of Sword Master.

At this moment, its beard twitched, and suddenly said: "I didn't expect Sword Master, who has practiced the ruthless way for many years, to be abnormal. Is the hand of the little beauty easy to touch, is it slippery?"

Jian Zun didn't open his eyes: "It's quite slippery - what are you doing here?"

Bai Hu's eyes widened, obviously shocked by Jian Zun's "amazing words".

But soon it realized something, and suddenly narrowed its eyes and said, "What did you find? You're in such a good mood?"

Jian Zun said succinctly: "It's not about seizing the house."

Suddenly, Baihu glanced at Jian Zun: "Is this the reason why you touched someone's hand?"

The sword master ignored Baihu, and continued: "Su Yu once said that Su Yunqing ran into a ghost when he was a child, and then his soul was lacking, and his temperament changed drastically. Today I found that his soul is very complete, and it fits perfectly with his body. He is completely different from before he fell into the water. What do you think is the reason for the chaotic state of ecstasy?"

Bai Hu was stunned, and frowned, "Is there something that locked his soul? Or——Su Yu did it to protect him?"

Sword Master: "I don't know."

Bai Hu cursed: "Then what are you asking me for?"

Sword Master: "I don't know, so I have to ask you."

Baihu was at a loss for words for a moment.

But after a pause, it said to itself again: "That is to say, now this is the real and complete Su Yunqing?"

Sword Master stopped answering.

Bai Hu didn't feel neglected, instead he narrowed his golden tiger eyes, smiled happily and said, "I still like the little beauty of the Su family, you really don't know how to treat people like that. After a while I'll go see him."

Sword Master: "The gods do as they please."

The white tiger snorted and swung its tail, suddenly its huge figure shrunk down, turning into a pure white kitten.

The kitten raised its paw and licked it, a satisfied smile appeared in its golden eyes, then swished, and jumped down from the high platform nimbly.

The direction is exactly the side hall where Su Yunqing rests.

Sword Master showed no attitude of interfering.

The author has something to say: Sword Master: Very slippery

Su Yunqing: Cultivate ruthless Taoism and become a pervert, bah

Baihu: Beauty stickers!