Although the cultivators were rough-skinned and thick-skinned, Qin Yanzhi was afraid of falling into Jingyue, so he subconsciously supported him.
The kiss fell, and contained Jing Yue's lips, one hand gently caressed his arm through the clothes, the temperature from the palm of his hand made Jing Yue shiver all over.
The hand gradually moved, stopped at the belt, and pulled it slightly—Jing Yue's robe loosened...
"The Four Seas and Eight Wildernesses Supreme Double Cultivation Divine Art?"
Jing Yue, who was originally comfortable, suddenly heard Qin Yanzhi's playful voice, half opened his eyes and saw that the other party was holding a blue book.
Jingyue: "..."
After an awkward silence, Qin Yanzhi laughed, "Did you see?"
Jing Yue: "No!"
Qin Yanzhi: "Actually... The Taoxian Patriarch also gave me a copy, which is a similar exercise."
Jingyue: "Then have you seen it?"
Qin Yanzhi lowered his head again and kissed his lips lightly, "I'll teach you."
The clothes were lightly removed, and the robe was thrown up high and slowly fell to the ground like falling flowers.
The body temperature of the two blended together, and their bodies were as hot as fire, as if they were going to set each other on fire.
In a trance, Jing Yue heard Qin Yanzhi calling his name.
"Ajing."
"Ok?"
"like you."
Immediately, Jing Yue felt a slight tingling pain in his lower body, and there was a whirlpool in his lower abdomen, which completely involved him in the abyss of desire.
The light veil floating in the hall is like the mist that rises in the morning and evening. It is occasionally blown away, revealing a little true face hidden by the mist, with reddened breathing and breath.
Jing Yue was dripping with sweat, and his fair and slender legs were curled up, but the hands that had killed a hundred thousand demons were now weakly resting on Qin Yan's back, and his fingertips even twitched.
Their union is silent, but it is like a volcano on the eve of eruption, suppressing the majestic force that destroys the sky and destroys the earth.
Jing Yue only felt that he was floating in the clouds for a while, and then sinking into the bottom of the sea again. The pleasure stretched endlessly. Suddenly, the warm tide rushed towards him. At that moment, the mountains and seas collapsed and tossed, and the flames in his dantian swept his body, even his spiritual platform. are shaking.
After a long time, Qin Yanzhi heard a long sigh, and a soft kiss fell on the corner of his eyes, kissing away a little tear that he had grown from lust.
At the same time in the main hall of Qingyun Peak, Lan Feng suddenly woke up from drunkenness and shouted "Jingjing"! After that, he looked lonely and murmured: "Wuli Jingjing, after all, he was arched..."
The moonlit night was getting deeper, and the entire Luoxia Peak fell into a deep sleep.
On a small stone bridge not far from Luoxia Peak, there were two young men, one of whom was a monk.
"Master Wei, stop following the little monk." The monk folded his hands together, looking rather distressed, "The little monk is a monk and cannot break the precepts."
The monk was so worried that he had been entangled with him during his last visit, and it was not until he hid back to Sanjie Temple that he was clean. This time he followed the people in the temple to watch the ceremony, but he didn't expect to be blocked again.
Youth: "But you're not supposed to be a monk!"
The monk said unhappily: "You are talking nonsense again! The little monk was sent to Sanjie Temple when he was a baby and was raised by the master. Why is he not a monk?"
He angrily said, "Master Kongmiao said that the little monk has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and your thoughts will disturb my Buddha's mind!"
After speaking, the monk flung his sleeves and left, leaving the young man alone on the bridge.
Yelu wet the young man's clothes, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly: "You are obviously a small wine, how can you have a relationship with the Buddha? There must be something wrong..."
Unfortunately, no one could hear his words, and they melted into the night wind in a blink of an eye.
That night, too many things happened in the Cold Cloud Sect. In the early morning of the next day, this ancient sect, which was almost 20,000 years old, returned to its former serenity.
When Jingyue woke up, the people were still in Qin Yanzhi's arms, but they had already returned to the bed from the ground.
He moved slightly, and the person who was half-holding him opened his eyes, sober as if he had never slept.
Qin Yanzhi: "Are you tired?"
Jing Yue shook his head slightly, "I'm not tired, your double cultivation practice is very useful. I think the cultivation base will improve a lot."
Qin Yanzhi smiled, "Jin Shengshui, you and my spirit and flesh are naturally compatible."
Jing Yue kissed the corner of his mouth, "I'm very comfortable."
Qin Yanzhi's heart was hot and he was a little bit eager to move, but he knew that the double cultivation should not be too frequent, otherwise he would go the wrong way. What's more, they still have important things to do today, so they forced themselves to bear it, but held Jing Yue's hand tightly.
When the two of them went out of the hall, they saw a little blue chicken lying beside the threshold, like a dead chicken.
Jingyue: "..."
Qin Yanzhi: "..."
Lan Feng glanced at Qin Yanzhi weakly, and said weakly, "Jiji needs to be honest in being a phoenix. Although it's a little late, please step over Jiji..."
Qin Yanzhi looked at Jingyue, and when he saw the other party nod helplessly, he took his long legs and crossed Lanfeng.
The next moment, the little blue chicken jumped up suddenly, turned into a human figure, and said fiercely: "Rogue! Jiji will keep staring at you! Staring at you forever!"
Although Qin Yanzhi didn't understand why Lan Feng was staring at him, he did not choose to stimulate Lan Feng, and replied cautiously, "Oh."
Lan Feng choked, but couldn't find a way to let out his breath, and finally turned into a little blue chicken, plunged into Jing Yue's arms, and stopped talking.
The two and one phoenix went directly to the main hall of Qingyun Peak. The roof that Lanfeng broke through yesterday has not been repaired, and the main hall is still open-air.
There were many monks waiting in the hall. When people saw Jing Qin and the two, they responded with kindness or ambiguous eyes. The two were calm and tight, but they stimulated Jiji to the point that no one was pleasing to the eye, and they stared at each other. go back.
It's a pity that the eyes are too small, and no one notices.
Cheng Nian, who was originally receiving guests, saw Jingyue coming, and hurried forward to congratulate him, but when he came to the end, he changed his mouth and said, "Master... But your cultivation has advanced greatly?"
He could feel that the master's spiritual power was more abundant, and the momentum of the whole body also changed.
Jing Yue nodded slightly, and suddenly heard a burst of laughter behind him, "Hahahaha, the exercises I have collected are really extraordinary!"
As soon as the words fell, Lan Feng's eyes shot at Yi Ye, and he rushed over and scratched and pecked at the top of his head.
Because Yi Ye knocked out Lan Feng yesterday, he felt a little guilty at this time, but there were so many people in the hall that he could only smile and let it go crazy.
When everyone came together, Jingyue would explain in detail the "Great Array of Ten Thousand Realms of Stars" that Lan Feng had heard about.
People had already heard the wind—Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi found a way to deal with the devil in the secret realm of ancient times. At this time, they were also excited when they saw Jing Yue's confident appearance.
Jingyue: "Now we need to prepare two things, one, the monks needed to set up the formation; the other, find a way to take out the complete stone heart of merit to be the eye of the formation."
Wan Ming Jianzong Taoxian took the lead: "Let's arrange more than 40,000 monks. As for the merit stone heart, I wonder if Grand Master Kongmiao has any features?"
Kong Miao pondered for a moment and said, "Can I look at the stone?"
Jing Yue: "Of course."
He took out a gray stone from the Sumeru Ring and handed it to Kong Miao, who took it and inspected it carefully and said, "This stone is solid in texture and has no gaps in its structure. In short, it is a whole. What part of the heart is it?"
According to what Lan Feng said, Jingyue explained: "Shixin, to be precise, is the stone soul. I don't know how to get it, but the chance should be in Sanjie Temple."
Kong Miao frowned slightly, "I have no clue about this matter, and I have to go back to the temple to check the books."
Jing Yue nodded, "Then we will wait for your news."
He paused, then said, "There is one more thing..."
Jing Yue looked around the crowd with a dignified expression, "The movement in the formation is quite loud, and it will definitely attract the vigilance of the demons. Even if they don't know the fundamentals, they will definitely try their best to hinder us from doing things. In this way, I have a plan..."
On that day, nothing was revealed about the discussions in the main hall of Qingyun Peak. It was just that after the guests left the Cold Cloud Sect, the Seven Fangjie Zhengdao sects all made big moves - Jibei, Xianan, Yudong, and even Shuxi. There are frequent traces of the activities of the righteous monks.
Mo Dao is vigilant about this, and naturally has a response.
The friction between the righteous and the devil increased, and everyone could smell the breath of the mountains and rain, but Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi came to Central Continent again at this time.
Not long ago, they received a message from Kongmiao and were about to go to Sanjie Temple.
But before going to Sanjie Temple, they first went to Ancheng, which is the town where Liuyuan Pavilion, the head of the Tao of Artifacts, is located.
Now that Jingyue has prepared the Heavenly Yin Essence Fire and all kinds of the five elements to the cold, he wants to refine the Little Canglan Sword well before the war.
Thousands of years have passed, and the Liuyuan Pavilion has also changed its head. Not long ago, it also went to the Cold Cloud Sect to observe the ceremony.
At this time, he led Jing and Qin into the pavilion, and asked on the way, "I don't know which sword master Jing Laozu wants to forge a sword for you?"
The other party is the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect, and he is a return to the virtual cultivation base. Even if he points to the sword master who has retired from Liuyuan Pavilion, he must invite him.
But Jing Yue said, "Is the sword master Shen Qiu still in the pavilion?"
The Sect Master knew that Shen Qiu had helped Jing Yue to forge the Little Canglan Sword once, so it was not surprising, but he was a little embarrassed.
Jing Yue: "What's wrong?"
"Shen Qiu is here, it's just that he has a bottleneck in his weapon path, and his cultivation has been delayed for a long time. Now..." The head sighed: "I'll take you to see him."
When Jingyue saw Shen Qiu again, the other party was very different from the one he remembered. Just looking at his appearance, he looked like an old man on the verge of death.
Jing Yue frowned slightly, hesitating for a while, then he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Shen, do you still remember me?"
The person he was questioning was sitting on a stone bench, staring blankly somewhere, and when he heard Jingyue's voice, he turned his eyes slowly, and half-squinted his eyes and said, "Are you...?"
Jing Yue felt a chill in his heart, but if Shen Qiu was normal, he shouldn't have forgotten him. It seems that this time someone else has to make swords for him.
It's a pity, he always believed that only Shen Qiu was the most suitable person to forge the Little Canglan Sword.
Jing Yue glanced at Qin Yanzhi and then at the head of Liuyuan Pavilion, both of them shook their heads.
He sighed slightly, not wanting to disturb Shen Qiu any more, just as he was about to leave, suddenly, Xiao Canglan Sword pulled out of its scabbard and stopped in front of Shen Qiu.
At that moment, Shen Qiu's originally empty eyes lit up a little, and a hoarse voice followed, "It's Xiao Canglan, long time no see..."