One inch loyalty

How could Yu Xianchang be willing to leave here before earning one or two sycamore branches and one or two meals to practice Liquan.

While thinking about it, he walked from the merit box to the center of the dojo with a smile on his face, no sporadic cursing could be heard in his ears, replaced by the long-winded chants and yells.

Yu Yan passed through the lively voices, his shoulders gradually relaxed, and his brows were slightly raised. He was born with seven points of self-admiration and three points of comprehension, but now he has two points of calmness.

With his hands behind his back, he walked through the dojo. First, he wandered around a few times to see what other people were selling and the prices; I just picked an open space, and with a flick of my hem, I sat firmly on the floor, and set up a stall in a similar manner.

Anyone with a discerning eye saw the new monk who had set up a stall. There was nothing on the stall, and he sat there with his knees bent. He was not in a hurry to stock up, nor yelled like others. He just took out a cheap dagger from his storage ring and picked The old branches that come here are cut into pieces of wood that are as long as a thumb.

Those hands have thin fingers, neatly trimmed nails, turning the ten fingers back and forth between slicing and slicing, appearing to be quite dexterous. In a short while, a dozen thin wood chips have been made; sleek.

Yu Yan rubbed the corner of his sleeve along the face of the dagger to wipe off the sawdust on the blade. Then he picked up a piece of wood and stuck it to his forehead.

After more than ten exercises were recorded one by one, and the wood chips were exhausted, Yu Yan couldn't help breathing a little heavily, sweating his clothes.

He panted for a while, suddenly his shoulders trembled, and he laughed sullenly, and said quietly in his heart: Feiguang, Feiguang, it is still interesting to make wood and stone incarnation for you.

After Yu Xian laughed, he still didn't want to get busy with earning money, so he picked out a big-bellied wine jug from his low-level storage ring, and took two sips of cold wine with his head raised.

The splash of wine made his temples half wet.

Yu Yan wiped the corners of his mouth clean, and hissed with a laugh: "Ah... to make me famous, why don't I have a glass of wine right now!"

Taking advantage of this little bit of drunkenness, Master Yu finally yelled loudly: "Fellow Taoists, the road to seeking immortality is like going to the mountain of swords and forests. Everything is indispensable, and the secret of life-saving is absolutely indispensable! I have the method of calming wounds and stopping bleeding. One tactic, one tactic for renewing bones and flesh, one tactic for cutting out the heart and immortality, one tactic for escaping from the ground and flying into the sky, and several other tactics for spitting fire, swallowing swords, and transporting. One tactic only needs Ten low-grade spirit stones!"

He yelled so hard, within a few hours, there were two or three monks patronizing, and an extra three or forty yuan of spirit stones were credited to the account.

And not far from Yu Xianchang, there happened to be a few shops run by disciples of Wanxia Mountain.

The female disciples at the counter wore goose-yellow brocade gowns and cloud skirts, tied with light green silk ribbons; the male disciples wore dharma robes of the same color around their waists, with dark green sword pouches slung across their backs.

These handsome disciples started to walk, their silk sash swayed and their sword tassels fluttered, looking pleasing to the eye.

When Yu Yan was hawking, he could always hear the sound of singing and paying from these shops. Sometimes it was "the middle-level auxiliary magic weapon Yaoguang Xiaoxian Xiao was sold, and Xu Xianzi received a thousand middle-grade spirit stones"; "Sold the ten absolute heavy ice guns, an intermediate-level attack weapon, and received [-] middle-grade spirit stones from Immortal Lu."

Yu Xianchang laughed when he heard that, and said, "Fei Guang, no wonder you chose Wanxia Mountain. I sold it for a long time, and only got dozens of low-grade spirit stones. I really can't envy you."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to drink again, when he suddenly felt something fluffy rubbing against his chest, which made his skin itchy slightly.

When he looked down, he saw a small bright yellow bird's claw protruding hesitantly from his lapel, the claw was holding a red flame fruit guiltily.

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The claws were very slender, and the color was so tender that it was almost delicate. Even though I was holding this vermilion fruit that was much larger than the heart of the claw seriously, I couldn't hold it firmly.

Yu Yan stared at it for a while, but his voice was hoarse, and he called softly, "Fei Guang?"

But the person he called was very shy.

Yu Xianchang kept his voice so low that the bird's claws still trembled at the sound, and the Yanyan fruit in the claws immediately rolled half a circle, almost falling to the ground.

Seeing it in his eyes, Yu Yan couldn't help laughing out loud. In this bright day, Yu Yan's eyes seemed to reflect the stars and moonlight.

He lowered his voice even softer, like a gust of wind whispering in his ears: "Fei Guang, what are you going to do?"

After a while, a vague voice finally came from inside the skirt: "It's for you."

That voice is so sweet, it sounds like the beauty who bullies Shuang Aoxue... As long as you don't think about the fluffy ball under the clothes, don't look at the bright yellow fingers and claws.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Yu Yan lowered his head and quietly kissed his paw.

Before the little paws trembled, Yu Yan kissed again, his thin lips were close to Feiguang's paws, his mouth opened, and his teeth were closed, he had already bit the fruit between his teeth, then he straightened up calmly and held his finger The belly pressed against the pulp, and it was sent into his mouth a few times, and he swallowed it cleanly.

Fei Guang originally wanted to move his body and hide deeper in his clothes, but ever since his hands...claws were gently kissed, his heart lake has become a pot of boiling water, and he forgot to hide for a while.

When Yu Yan looked down, he saw a group of fluff hiding in the dark under the gap between the collars. He opened his eyes wide and looked at him secretly.

Yu Xianchang's heart melted at the sight, his eyes were full of tenderness that could not be concealed, he lowered his head again, and kissed Feiguang's empty paw before Feiguang retracted it.

There was a lump of soft flesh at the center of the claw, like a bulging goose-yellow mass of fat. Immortal Yu kissed that tender flesh on purpose, and then smiled suddenly: "Fei Guang, I'll tell you something secretly. The meat in one place is called Palm Treasure, and the meat here is the most fragrant and delicious. When I was young, I gnawed on my paw—"

Hearing these bastard words, Fei Guang finally found a glimmer of clarity, the fluff all over his body exploded, and he retracted his paws angrily.

Yu Yan's smiling eyes were bent, and his breath gradually became heavier. After taking the Yanyan fruit, a trace of hot air rushed into his meridians, causing the meridians all over his body to widen a little in severe pain.

Yu Xianchang took a few deep breaths, and with the power of this real fire, cast an intermediate invisibility illusion on Feiguang, completely covering Feiguang's whereabouts.Casting mid-level spells in this way consumes most of Yu Yan's spiritual power at once.

But it's good to use it up, Feiguang won't feel the heat anymore.

Yu Xianchang gasped for a while, smiled, and asked in a low voice: "What happened, why did you become like this?"

Fei Guang didn't know how he changed into his childhood form when he woke up.It felt a little uneasy in its heart, and it took a long time to say: "Maybe I'm tired... I'm a little sleepy."

After finishing speaking, he snuggled his body up against Yu Yan's chest. After a while, he couldn't let go of his former prestige, and said solemnly, "Why did you eat the Yanyan fruit?"

Yu Yan rolled his eyes, as if he couldn't make up his mind whether to make Fei Guang angry, until he saw bright yellow bird claws hooked on his lapel, and Yu Xianchang laughed all of a sudden: "Qingqing, You took it out, didn't you want to feed me to see me working hard?"

The finger and claw shrank suddenly, cut a piece on the lapel, and corrected him righteously: "I don't have it. You keep calling yourself poor, so I wanted to sell you some spirit stones."

Yu Yan suppressed a smile and tilted his head to look at it: "It's because I'm worried that I'm poor, not that I'm tired? Blame me for making a mistake."

Only now did Fei Guang understand, but it was too late.

It does worry... Yu Yan has heard it worried, how can this be a mistake?

Feiguang complained angrily in his heart: what about you?Didn't you say that you only eat Yanyan fruit once and taste the taste, lest I feel uncomfortable?

Thinking about it, it secretly looked up from the gap in the skirt, but saw dark red bloodshot eyes in Yu Yan's eyes, revealing a bit of paranoia.

But Yu Yan kept laughing, looking at Fei Guang without any scruples. When he spoke, his smiling eyes crooked, and his words were calm: "However, there is no need to mention the matter of selling Lingshi. Fei Guang, what you gave me , how can I give it to others? Unless I die immediately. Are you right?"

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After he finished speaking, he saw that Fei Guang refused to make a sound for a long time, so he picked up the jug, poured a big gulp of strong wine into his mouth, and with the tip of his tongue, he licked the liquid from the corner of his mouth.

After quenching his thirst for a while, Yu Yan blinked at Feiguang again, and said with a smile, "You know I've always been stingy, right?"

Fei Guang raised his head like this, and he saw the man's red eyes, with a part of masculinity and a part of narrow-minded and frivolous, into his eyes.

After a full cup of tea, it is difficult for the eyes to distinguish objects and the sound is difficult for the ears.

Its heart was beating extremely fast, and it asked hastily, "Why are you being stingy?"

Yu Yan laughed out loud when he heard this, put the empty pot back into the ring, freed up two hands, put them together, palms up, and said in a low voice: "I was born with this kind of stomach, I was born like this, there is no reason! What about you? Fei Guang, do you want to stand on my hand?"

Even though Fei Guang guessed that Yu Yan was trying to tease it, he was still suffocating in fright, his body huddled tightly, and his fingers and claws forcefully hooked the man's lapel.

Yu Xianchang was still not satisfied, put on a gentle and amiable posture, and said with a smile: "I heard that there have been extremely beautiful beauties in the world, who are so light that they can be used as a palm dance, isn't it you? If Feiguang is willing to stand now Come to my palm, there is no need to bend your sleeves, just turn around a few times, I'm afraid I will be deeply rooted in love."

When he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing; when he thought about it carefully, he even made himself laugh out loud.

He laughed heartily like this for quite a while, and when he looked down again, he saw a small ball of fluff vaguely hidden in the dark part of the skirt, with a pair of misty round eyes open, as if there were tears in his eyes all the time.

Yu Yan's heart trembled violently, and with a straight expression, he said in a loud voice: "I won't talk anymore, Fei Guang. I just like to talk about things with my mouth."