The whole world thought I was dead!

Mr. Hua Huai looked at Master's glistening fingertips, his cheeks were flushed, and his long eyelashes shone slightly. He was so apprehensive and panicked that he didn't dare to look up at Master. Would Master think that he was weird? Love to bite your fingertips...

But Master's fingertips are so beautiful, they are white and pink, and when bitten lightly, the pink color will become bright red, and the fragrance will penetrate through the bones.

Hua Huaijun's thoughts unconsciously recalled the beautiful scenery just now.

Ren Changkong watched his apprentice wandering outside, quietly withdrew his hand, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.

"Junjun, how do you feel now?" Ren Changkong said, staring at his apprentice closely, his eyes full of inquiry. "Just now you..."

Hua Huaijun's heart skipped a beat, his body froze, his pink lips gradually lost color, Qiu Shui's pupils were all dazed and shocked, he couldn't believe it was done by himself.He looked at his master, his lips trembling slightly, looking extremely helpless, and his words were short and out of tune: "Master, master, I didn't do this...I, I didn't know it just now. What's wrong?"

"Trust me." Hua Huaijun held onto the sleeve of the master tightly, her eyebrows were lightly furrowed, and her pretty face was full of anxiety.Like a toddler who has been blessed by looking for someone wronged.

Ren Changkong hastily comforted him and said, "You have only temporarily lost your strength just now, don't worry, I will protect the Dharma for you at night, just run the Purifying Mantra a few more times." He didn't dare to speak out about his apprentice's inner demons, fearing that his obsession would worsen , the loss outweighs the gain.

Hua Nostalgia hugged Master tightly, facing the darkness, her gorgeous face was full of satisfaction, the corners of her lips curled up when she heard the words, blooming like poppies, seductive, but her tone was sticky and coquettish: "Okay Yes, listen to Master."

After Ren Changkong comforted his apprentice, the two walked in the direction they had come.Hua Huaijun looked at the master who was leading him back under the stars all over the sky, and only felt that it would be nice if time could stay at this moment forever.

After Ren Changkong returned to the inn, he entered Hua Huaijun's room. He looked at a bed in the room, frowned, walked to the soft couch on the other side and sat down.

A trace of regret flashed across Hua Huaijun's eyes, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't act too hastily.The future is long, and one day, they will be together.

"Junjun, come here." Ren Changkong waved.

Hua Huaijun stepped forward obediently, still looking at his master with envious eyes.

Ren Changkong pulled up his apprentice's hand and put it on the low table, and rested his fingertips lightly on the spirit vein, and the spirit power entered Hua Huaijun's body along the vein, he closed his eyes and concentrated on examining it.

Mr. Hua Huai held his mind, concentrated his mind and did not dare to relax at all. Fortunately, the Shura Dao he practiced reached the seventh floor and could be hidden under the ice spiritual power. Something is wrong.

Ren Changkong only felt that the apprentice's ice spiritual power was colder than before, and there were traces of blood lingering in it, and he believed that Mr. Huahuai's demon was the cause, but his eyebrows could not help but wrinkle slightly. Where did the demon come from?

Hua Huaijun saw the slight frown of the master, and his heart beat more and more violently.

Ren Changkong slowly opened his eyes, saw Hua Huaijun's nervous expression, thought for a while, and said: "Junjun, your inner demons should not be underestimated, and you need to have all kinds of ideas in your future cultivation."

Hua Huaijun's heart sank. Hearing this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Qiushui Tongren's eyes were clear, looking cute and docile, "I understand, Master."

"It's just, where did your inner demons come from?" Ren Changkong frowned and thought, logically speaking, ice spiritual power should be the least prone to inner demons, and Jun Jun has a firm mind and perseverance, how could he say If the heart is shaken, let the demons have an opportunity to take advantage of it?

Hua Huaijun stared at Master's handsome face under the light, and said softly: "Probably because I miss Master so much."

Ren Changkong looked at the nonsense little apprentice, and tapped his forehead, "Stop talking nonsense."

How can thoughts become demons?

Hua Huaijun saw that the master didn't believe it, so he gave a meaningless smile, and then took the master's hand and played with the fingertips one by one. His beautiful eyebrows were drooping, and his expression was inexplicable under the light of the flickering candle. It looks lonely.

Yes, if he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't believe it either.How could yearning become a demon?It's just nonsense.

Ren Changkong looked at the apprentice who was playing with his hands like a toy, and felt that Hua Huaijun became more and more clingy when he grew up.How could it go on like this, Ren Changkong felt a little worried.

He looked at the black-haired and snow-skinned apprentice with a glowing face, recalled it in his mind, and suddenly found that his apprentice had nothing to do with female cultivators in his daily life.Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, judging by Junjun's appearance and strength, he should be "tall, rich and handsome" in the realm of comprehension, right? Why isn't there even a little gossip?

Thinking of the "Two or Three Things about the Taoist Lord Xuanwei" that was spread all over the world before, Ren Changkong's heart became inexplicably subtle.

His gaze couldn't help looking at Hua Huaijun's lower body, and then quickly shifted away. He accidentally saw the apprentice's pure eyes, and felt his ears warm up.Junjun must be normal, it's just that he was late, Ren Changkong only felt that he had lived for such a long time, and he still couldn't avoid the male psychological instinct, and felt more and more embarrassed.

"Cough, Junjun, hurry up and go to bed and meditate." Ren Changkong tried his best to ignore the burning of his ears, and said to Hua Huaijun calmly.

Hua Huaijun nodded, reluctantly let go of Master's fingertips, and saw that the pale pink fingertips were accidentally rubbed into a slightly darker light red by him. With the white joints, he just thought it was really beautiful .It's a pity that Master has already taken it back.

Ren Changkong saw his apprentice meditating obediently on the bed, and closed his eyes to practice.

The two of them didn't talk all night, and sat quietly until dawn.

Early the next morning, Ren Changkong inspected Hua Huaijun again, and was satisfied to find that the blood in his body's spiritual power had faded a lot, and his worries also eased.

Hua Huaijun smiled slightly, looking even more stunning under the sunlight.

Ren Changkong got up, the two of them washed up and started playing around in this small town.

Playing during the day and practicing at night, time has arrived at the "Peach Blossom Festival" in this small town before you know it.

On the day of the festival, firecrackers and gongs and drums were set off one after another, and it stopped at midday and midday. Ren Changkong looked out the window at the street full of people coming and going, and said to Hua Huaijun, "Let's go at night." There are too many people.

Hua Huaijun nodded.

Just as Ren Changkong was about to close the window, his eyes were attracted by a group of women in white clothes who made a high-profile appearance.

He frowned as he looked at the four young women in white clothes and white veils carrying sedan chairs in the air.

The popular cheers became more and more excited, chanting "Fairy Lingbo" crazily, like the most devout believers worshiping the gods they believe in.

The woman in the sedan chair is also covered with white gauze, dressed in white silk, which becomes more transparent under the sun, and her skin is as frosty as snow, with a pair of beautiful eyes, quietly gazing at everyone, but there is a ruthless feeling in her eyes that is neither sad nor happy .

The crowd cheered loudly, the crowd was turbulent, and the atmosphere reached its highest point, like a black river pouring into the "Jinling Street" that I had just visited a few days ago.

Ren Changkong tapped the window sill with his fingertips, and slowly said to Hua Huaijun who was beside him, "Junjun, I just noticed a trace of demonic energy. Let's go to Jinling Street to check it out in the evening."

When Hua Huaijun heard the word "mood energy", his body froze for a moment, and then he answered softly.

When the darkness fell, Jinling Street was once again as bright as day, full of brilliance, pavilions, pavilions and pavilions full of people, clothes and temples, and it was even more lively than before.

Ren Changkong wore a silver patterned mask on his face, which was elegant and plain.Hua Huaijun, on the other hand, was wearing a bronze ghost mask, which looked extremely hideous.The two walked towards Jinling Street together.

The fragrance of rouge and powder filled the whole street, Ren Changkong followed the flow of people to the back street, when they came a few days ago, they only went to the front street of Jinling Street.

Hua Huaijun followed closely behind the master, the evil ghost mask on his face almost covered his entire face, and the pedestrians around him avoided intentionally or unintentionally, which added a lot of convenience to Ren Changkong.

He looked at his little apprentice with a suppressed smile, and said in a teasing tone, "How is it? I said this mask is not good-looking."

Hua Huaijun's voice was dull through the mask, but it was full of smiles: "But I like it."

Ren Changkong looked at the evil ghost mask on his face, but couldn't find anything good about it.

Following the flow of people, the two finally came to a towering pavilion.

Ren Changkong looked at the big gold-plated characters on the plaque and said softly: "Golden Ling Pavilion."

Thinking of the name of this street again, his eyes flickered slightly, it seemed that the power of this pavilion was not small.

In front of Jinling Pavilion, people flowed like weaving. Some people covered their faces with black robes, others wore masks, and some showed their true colors. There were all kinds of people, but they all felt relaxed and joyful, as if they were coming home.

As soon as Ren Changkong pulled Hua Huaijun into the door, he was taken aback by the luxury in front of him and froze in place.He didn't expect that there was a real gold selling cave hidden in this bustling town in his eyes.

The sight is a huge pool of spiritual spring in the center of the hall, which is steaming, and the whole hall is rendered in clouds and clouds, like a fairy palace.The graceful women in light veils are tall and crisp, with looming lotus arms, slim waists, and a red rope with red light tied on their snow-white ankles. The golden bells on the red rope jingle, crisp and melodious. It resounded through the hall, and the collision of red and white was even more eye-catching, and the concentration was almost short of breath, showing its ugliness.

The main hall is made of red Nan Lingmu, the faint rosin is refreshing, and the spirit fruits that can be seen everywhere are randomly piled up on the fruit plate, and there are some rare spirit fruits among them. The aroma of wine slowly overflows from the wine bottles of the girls. With delicious food and beauties at your side, accompanied by gentle voices and soft words, it is nothing more than the same with the gentleness of the pink.

Ren Changkong's sword eyebrows hidden behind the mask slightly frowned, and just as he was about to step in, a middle-aged woman with an ordinary face suddenly appeared in front of him. The woman's face was full of smiles, and her tone was kind and friendly: "Your Excellency, come and play." ?”

Ren Changkong nodded.

The woman squeezed her handkerchief, raised her orchid fingers, and said in a soft voice: "It's easy to say, easy to say, come in quickly, we have everything you need here."

Ren Changkong led Hua Huaijun into the hall, and the sound of the door closing came from behind him. He turned his head and saw that the door of the hall had been completely closed.

A bell rang, and a pleasant female voice came, melodious and melodious, resounding throughout the space, "The time for Jinling Pavilion to be closed is up. Guests who are outside are not required to stay, let alone intrude rudely, otherwise they will be killed." Full of clanking killing intent.

The women dressed in silk and satin looked at the two men holding hands, their eyes flashed, and they asked with a smile: "Do you want a girl?"

Ren Changkong subconsciously shook his head and refused, "No."

Hua Huaijun also shook his head, but held Master's hand tightly.

The woman covered her lips and giggled, "Of course I know, you guys definitely don't want girls. My Thirteenth Mother has seen so many people, so I still have some insight."

Ren Changkong was taken aback, what do you mean?

Thirteen Niang clapped her hands lightly, the bell ringing on her wrist mixed with her charming laughter: "You guys are here to find a man."

Ren Changkong's eyes widened, and he looked at the madam full of nonsense in astonishment, what the hell are you talking about? !