Luo Qingzhou's body froze and he dared not move.
The room suddenly became quiet.
The two were silent, feeling each other's warmth, smelling each other's breath, listening to each other's heartbeats, without saying a word.
At this moment, Luo Qingzhou felt a little complicated.
There are surprises and fears.
After a while.
He asked with difficulty: "You... didn't you leave?"
There was silence under the quilt for a while, and then a cold voice came out: "I did leave, but the more I thought about it on the way, the angrier I got. You took advantage of me, but I have to flee in embarrassment. Why?"
Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"Apologize."
The voice under the quilt was still cold and domineering.
Luo Qingzhou whispered: "I'm sorry..."
"Why do you say sorry?"
She asked again coldly.
Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "I shouldn't have lied to you or teased you. It's all my fault anyway."
There was silence under the quilt for a while, and then he said, "Since you are wrong, tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked at her and asked, "What compensation does the princess want?"
She hid under the quilt, and her facial expression could not be seen. She said coldly: "You decide for yourself. If I am not satisfied..."
Having said this, her grip suddenly tightened.
Luo Qingzhou's body trembled and his blood rushed to his head.
He struggled internally for a moment, but suddenly he made up his mind, turned around, lifted the quilt, crawled in, and then pressed on her.
In the dark quilt, he could see her charming eyes and her delicate yet resentful face.
She bit her lips lightly, looked at him with watery eyes, and lay motionless under him, without struggling or speaking, just looking at him quietly.
The two looked at each other, their heartbeats getting faster and faster, and their breathing becoming heavier.
Luo Qingzhou raised his hand, trembling as he stroked her delicate and beautiful face, gently tucked her hair behind her ears, and whispered, "Princess, if you do this, I will really turn into a beast."
Nangong Meijiao looked at him with trembling eyes, then loosened her hands, gently hugged his neck, and said: "It's okay, I just like to see you turn into a beast."
"But… "
"Don't be afraid. I won't hold you responsible."
"Princess..."
"Call me Meijiao."
"Mei Jiao..."
"Um."
"Mei Jiao..."
"Um."
"Sister Meijiao..."
"Brother Feiyang..."
"Sister Meijiao..."
"Are you coming or not?"
"oh."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and kissed her little mouth.
Nangong Meijiao slowly closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly with nervousness.
Luo Qingzhou kissed and caressed her delicate face.
After a moment, he suddenly turned over and said, "Okay, sister Meijiao, I'm done."
Nangong Meijiao opened her eyes: "???"
“Whoosh!”
“Bang!”
Luo Qingzhou grabbed her sneak attacking hand, held it tightly in his hand, and said solemnly: "Princess, we can't, at least we shouldn't, be here."
Nangong Meijiao's cheeks were red, her chest was heaving, and she glared at him and said, "I'm going to kill you!"
Luo Qingzhou grabbed her two jade hands, lifted them up, put them to his lips, kissed them, and said, "Princess, don't be angry. This is the first time, so you can't be so careless. Although I'm a scumbag, I can't be so irresponsible to the princess. The princess saved me, helped me, and treated me wholeheartedly. I really can't treat the princess like this."
Nangong Meijiao glared at him for a while, then suddenly raised her head and bit the back of his hand.
Luo Qingzhou did not struggle or beg for mercy, but just looked at her quietly.
Nangong Meijiao bit her teeth hard for a while, looked into his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and slowly loosened her teeth.
Luo Qingzhou felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand, and blood was flowing out.
He still said softly: "Princess, if you want to vent your anger, you can also bite my feet."
Nangong Meijiao stared at him and said nothing more.
Luo Qingzhou still held her hands tightly and coaxed her, "Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow. I'll go to the Sutra Library to choose a technique, and then we can go down the mountain. By then...hiss..."
His body suddenly stiffened and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.
Nangong Meijiao looked at him coldly and said, "Do you think I only have hands?"
After a pause, she suddenly looked at him suspiciously and said, "You didn't grab my hand on purpose and force me to use your favorite place, did you?"
Without waiting for Luo Qingzhou to "quibble", she immediately cursed: "Despicable!"
The night passed quietly.
When it was dawn.
Nangong Meijiao got off the bed, walked to the window, turned around and said, "I'll leave the socks to you. I wish you good luck today and that you can choose the most suitable technique for you. I said I won't let you be responsible, but don't worry, I will be responsible for you."
After saying that, he opened the window and jumped out.
It was like a thief who came to pick flowers at night and slipped away contentedly before dawn.
Luo Qingzhou lay on the bed with empty eyes and a dazed expression.
After a while.
He got up from the bed, quietly went to the well in the yard, took a shower and changed into clean clothes, ready to greet the rising sun and a new day.
Today will be the moment when he truly becomes a direct disciple, and a direct disciple of the Lingxiao Sect's leader. He will be the center of attention and shine brightly!
However, the result seemed to be different from what he expected.
After dawn.
He was taken to the main hall by an inner disciple.
In the hall, there were still the same people from yesterday.
The leader of Lingxiao Sect, Fairy Zixia, dressed in red, the leader of Jianfeng Sect, Linghu Qingzhu, dressed in green, and other leaders of the sect.
Most of the elders and disciples did not come to watch.
There was no one watching in the corridor outside the hall or in the open space outside.
It looks particularly deserted.
Luo Qingzhou was confused, and when he entered the hall, he bowed respectfully.
A female disciple brought tea and passed it to him, saying softly, "Brother Chu, go and offer tea to the sect master and pay homage to him as a disciple."
Luo Qingzhou did not dare to ask more questions. He picked up the teacup, walked up the steps, came to the front of the woman in the red skirt, bowed, and said loudly: "Master, please have some tea."
As he said this, he bowed three times.
Fairy Zixia glanced at him, took the teacup, took a sip, and said softly: "Fei Yang, from today on, you are my direct disciple. But you can't tell others about this for the time being. Because I have never accepted a disciple, and you are just a new disciple, I am afraid of causing unnecessary trouble inside and outside the sect. If others ask, you can say that you are the direct disciple of Jianfeng Linghu Qingzhu, understand?"
Luo Qingzhou thought to himself: So that's how it is. He is probably afraid that other disciples in the sect will not be convinced.
There were so many outstanding inner disciples who worked hard but still failed to become direct disciples. However, as soon as he entered the sect, he was directly promoted to be a direct disciple, and even the direct disciple of the sect master. Who would be convinced
As for those people in the outer sect, if they knew that he was directly accepted as a disciple by the Sect Master of Lingxiao Sect, they would probably be even more shocked.
He may never have peace again.
Because the sect leader's direct disciple is likely to succeed the sect leader in the future.
Lingxiao Sect has friends, and naturally it also has enemies.
If this news gets out, he will probably need guards wherever he goes.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly said respectfully: "Disciple understands."
Zixia nodded and said, "You can go to the Sutra Pavilion with Peak Master Linghu first. You can choose any two sets of exercises in it. Then go to the Treasure Pavilion and choose two protective magic tools. As for potions and other cultivation resources, Peak Master Linghu will take you to get them. When these things are done, Peak Master Linghu will bring you to see me. At that time, I will teach you another set of internal energy and a set of boxing techniques."
When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he suppressed his excitement and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."
Linghu Qingzhu, dressed in green, holding a jade flute in his hand, walked out of the hall with a cold expression.
Luo Qingzhou hurried down the stairs and followed him out.
The two walked through the corridor and headed towards the attic at the top of the peak behind.
Luo Qingzhou followed behind him and asked, "Uncle Master, can I choose any of the techniques in the Sutra Pavilion and the magical instruments in the Treasure Pavilion?"
Linghu Qingzhu pretended not to hear and continued walking forward coldly.
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and seeing that there was no one around, he whispered, "Master."
Linghu Qingzhu then said coldly: "With your cultivation level, you can only choose on the third level."
Luo Qingzhou moved closer to her and asked again: "Master, are there many boxing techniques there? Do I need to finish watching it right there, or can I take it out and watch it slowly?"
Linghu Qingzhu said coldly: "According to the rules, you are a direct disciple, you can bring it out to borrow for one month, but only within the sect. If you want to go down the mountain, you must return it."
Then he stopped, turned around and looked at him and said, "The skills there are not comparable to the ones you are practicing now. They are very complicated and profound, and very powerful, so you need to study and practice slowly, and it would be best if you have someone to guide you. So if you want to practice well, it's best to stay on the peak for a month."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Master, I will go and have a look first."
Linghu Qingzhu glanced at him and continued to walk forward. After walking for a distance, he asked, "You have family members down the mountain that you can't leave behind, right?"
Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."
Linghu Qingzhu didn't ask any more questions and walked in front with his sleeves fluttering.
The two of them quickly walked through the flower bed at the back and headed toward a bluestone staircase, climbing up to the top of the mountain step by step.
There are rugged rocks and sparse trees on both sides of the steps.
When they were almost at the top of the mountain, Linghu Qingzhu suddenly asked again, "During the competition yesterday, I saw you holding hands with a woman, standing in the crowd. That woman should be from the royal family, right? Are you related to the royal family?"
Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "Disciple has no relationship with the royal family. As for that woman, she is a friend of disciple."
Linghu Qingzhu turned his head and looked at him and said, "Just friends?"
Luo Qingzhou faced her gaze, his cheeks suddenly heated up, and the beautiful scene of last night emerged in his mind. He paused and said, "We are still lovers."