Lang Qianxing had a dream, and it was a very obscene dream.
After he fainted in the sword-casting hall, the master stopped his dedicated forging, went to his side to help him up, and apologized softly in his ear, saying that he was suddenly angry and accidentally made a heavy hand and let him Do not be angry.
Lang Qianxing was astonished that the always indifferent master actually lowered his posture in front of him, but he soon felt that a pill was stuffed into his mouth.
It was probably an excellent medicine, and it melted in the mouth, turning into a warm current that warmed the internal organs and dantian.
Immediately afterwards, the master held his hand in a very intimate way, with ten fingers clasped tightly, and in this way, he sent spiritual power to heal his wounds.
Lang Qianxing was reluctant to wake up.
After a while, he felt the master's lips pressed into his ear and said a lot of words softly, but he couldn't hear clearly. After that, his palm seemed to be slashed, and two fingers that were as cool as jade followed the bloodline. The act of drawing blood, but he felt no pain.
Lang Qianxing felt in a trance that he might be dreaming, but the hand that touched him was so real.
Yes, that's right. The master was touching him, still quite flirtatious, with his fingertips slightly circling his body, teasing him.
Lang Qianxing only felt that his blood was surging, but Master felt that it was not enough to tease him like this.
He even stroked his lips with his fingers, slowly describing the shape of his lips, the grinding, seductive temptation.
Lang Qianxing just wanted to open his eyes and immediately pressed the person under him. However, no matter how hard he tried, his eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, and even a single slit could not open it.
He was still struggling to open his eyes, but felt a softness on his lips. Master... kissing him? !
It wasn't a kiss that was just a touch of water, it was just the opposite of Master's usual indifference. The passion was lingering, like a fire, making Lang Qianxing's soul tremble slightly.
Although Lang Qianxing found it difficult to breathe, he liked it very much.
However, Shizun let go of him when he swayed him to the point of being in a difficult situation, and sighed, as if disappointed that he did not respond at all, and was about to leave.
Lang Qianxing was so anxious that he wanted to tell the master that he liked that kiss and wanted to continue, but it was as if his body had been casted on a body-fixing spell, not only could he not be able to open his eyes, he could not even move his fingers.
Master really stopped touching him as he did just now, and leaned against the pillar as if he was going to really throw him.
Lang Qianxing had no choice but to feel annoyed at himself at the moment of regret, and his whole body was even more uncomfortably burned by the fire of Master.
However, the master seemed to be reluctant to make him feel so uncomfortable, so he did not leave but posted it again.
Even, even unbuttoning his pants...
Lang Qianxing seemed to be in the clouds, surrounded by soft and warm clouds, which made people sigh.
Lang Qianxing woke up and looked at the beam above his head, his face hot.
He actually had such an obscene dream for Qin Lang.
"Qianxing, you're awake." As soon as Bo came in and saw that Lang Qianxing had opened his eyes, he quickly walked to his bed and looked at his face, "Why are your face so red, are you not feeling well?"
Lang Qianxing coughed unnaturally and wanted to sit up, "I'm fine, Senior Brother... Master respect him..."
But his body was a little weak, and the dizziness from sitting up suddenly made him almost faint again.
"Huh?" Bo Yi came to help him, propped him up with a pillow, and let him lean on it, "You should take good care of your wounds."
Lang Qianxing pressed his forehead with his hand and felt a tingling sensation in his hand, only to realize that his left hand was bandaged, and he was stunned.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with my hand?" As he spoke, he wanted to untie himself and take a look at the wound.
"I don't know," said Bo Yi, and when Zhong Yi came in, he turned his head and said, "Ask your senior brother, Shizun asked him to bring you back from the Sword Casting Hall."
"What?" Zhong Yi came in with a qin and saw Lang Qianxing's movements, "Qianxing, what are you doing? It was your master who bandaged you. What are you doing when you untie it, don't you want to?"
Lang Qianxing's chest jumped wildly, that dream... Could it be true
Lang Qianxing felt that his mouth was extremely dry, he licked his chapped lips, and said, "Elder Brother, I... Master, did he say anything?"
"How dare you mention Shizun!" Zhong Yi frowned, put the qin on the table, and looked at him with hatred, "Bo Yi and I haven't taken us to Qingyun Peak for more than 200 years. In the Sword Casting Hall, since the master asked you to follow and teach you to forge, but you are not attentive. I think you deserve to be injured."
Bo Yi patted Lang Qianxing on the shoulder, saying that he couldn't speak for him either.
"Master asked you to think behind closed doors for seven days, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." Zhong Yi pointed to the qin he brought, "Also, Master said that if you don't practice what he taught you, you won't see you for a day. ."
"I understand." Lang Qianxing nodded.
"Then Qianxing, take care of your injury, we won't be able to see you for seven days." Bo Yi patted him on the shoulder again, and left the room with Zhong Yi.
In the quiet room, Lang Qianxing pressed his beating heart, and looked at the qin that Zhong Yi had placed on the table. He had seen the qin that Qin Lang played that night.
He wanted to get out of bed and touch the violin, but his physical condition didn't seem to be very good. He tried several times without success, so he had to watch from a distance.
Yun Jue didn't kill him, and even let him recuperate by thinking behind closed doors. To tell the truth, Lang Qianxing is happy.
The temptation in the Sword Casting Hall was naturally not that Lang Qianxing was courting death, he left behind.
After rebirth, he got a mustard seed space. This space is very different. It has entrances and exits, and once people enter, they can be completely isolated from the outside world.
He divided his consciousness into two parts, and left half in the space. Even if the outside body and the other half were destroyed by Yun Jue, he would not die completely, and could be slowly repaired by the spiritual energy in the space.
Instead of being trapped in this Qingyun Peak forever, it is better to die and live.
However, it turns out that Yun Jue is indeed not like Yun Hua on the surface and behind the scenes. Instead, he is a person who is easy to soften.
Lang Qianxing untied the muslin cloth wrapped around his hand and looked at the wound on his palm that was healing. It was obvious that the person who bandaged the wound had used a good medicine.
Although the wound on his hand was the same as in the dream, when he calmed down, he only felt that it was a boundless spring dream.
Yun Jue might feed him medicinal pills, heal his wounds, or take his blood for what to do, but it is impossible for him to rub against his ears, he cannot take the initiative to tease him and kiss him, and it is absolutely impossible to lean down and give him mouth...
Even if he can really form a Taoist companion with Yun Jue in the future, it would be difficult for Yun Jue to be obedient for him, let alone that
After ten days without seeing Lang Qianxing, Qin Lang already felt that he was living more and more like a Taoist priest. It was too fucking bland and boring. So he hangs up every day to play games and watch movies with Twenty-Five, but he can't stop the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.
I miss my husband, I miss my husband's big chest muscles, why hasn't my husband come to him yet
Just when Qin Lang was thinking about his husband, the sword he had been hitting for Lang Qianxing was made.
At the moment of Jiancheng, Qingyun Peak was shrouded in dark clouds, and behind the thick clouds, a mighty thunder was brewing.
"It's Tianlei! Qingyun Peak has attracted Tianlei!"
"Is it Yun Jue Dao Zun? Is this a pill or a talisman?"
"No matter what it is, it's nothing to do with us. It didn't take long for Yun Jue Dao Zun to attract Tianlei. This thing must have been prepared for his new disciple."
"Oh, I really envy him, luck is so good..."
"Who said it wasn't? Who doesn't know that the Taoist Venerable Yun Jue of Tianyun Sect is proficient in everything and is the most valued disciple of Patriarch Qiu Xuan."
"Ordinary Four Peaks disciples like us can only take a look."
There were envious voices around, Li Xiu clenched the broom in his hand, and his face was full of resentment. The Tianyun Sect who entered together, the same cultivation base, the same diligence, but Lang Qianxing became Yun Jue's personal biography, but he was only Bai Yunfeng An ordinary disciple can only sweep the floor in Daozun Yunhua's courtyard.
How unfair!
Yunhua came out of the room and squinted to see the thunder in the clouds above Yunfeng, his eyes darkened slightly.
He was about to turn around and enter the room, but inadvertently swept across the expression of an inconspicuous disciple in the yard. Yun Hua lightly hooked the corner of his mouth and asked the disciple, "What's your name?"
The disciple knelt down nervously and replied, "Disciple Li Xiu."
When Qin Lang came out of the Sword Casting Hall, his three apprentices were already waiting outside the hall, each with a more excited expression than the other.
Every monk who cultivates to a certain level will also encounter thunder tribulation, and it will not be unfamiliar since Jindan. Life and death are in an instant. If you cross it, you will go to a higher level; if you can't cross it, you will die.
The same goes for objects. Only after this catastrophe can it be called a treasure.
Seeing the three of them, Qin Lang understood their excitement at witnessing the birth of the divine weapon for the first time. He also wanted to have a word with his husband who he hadn't seen for a long time, but he still had a serious face and ordered, "Go back."
Seeing his serious expression, Zhong Yi didn't dare to disobey the order in order to satisfy his younger brother's curiosity.
It's not as close as the library here, but Qin Lang's figure can also be seen.
Qin Lang was already standing above the Sword Casting Hall at some point in time. He was holding a sword in his hand.
That should be the result of his work in the Sword Casting Hall in the past few months. The three people in Zhengyatang watched with bated breath.
Qin Lang just stood on the roof so quietly, not doing anything, as if he didn't even prepare a formation.
Although Zhong Yiboyi was excited, but looking at Qin Lang's appearance, he guessed that this sword should be the top grade of Shuanglei or Sanlei. The carefully tempered Divine Sword was destroyed in the end.
Soon, the clouds were getting lower and lower, and the sound of thunder rolling was getting closer.
When the first thunder came down, Qin Lang, who had been standing on the roof without any movement, finally moved.
He picked up the sword in his hand, made a sword move, and faced Tianlei head-on. When the sword was swung out, it was like a red fire, burning an extremely dazzling firework, splitting the Tianlei, and even smashing the sky above it. Pieces of cloud also burned clean.
Although the people watching from the Tianyun Sect couldn't see Qin Lang's figure like Lang Qianxing and others did, they could imagine the imposing manner of the person holding the sword just from the fireworks that left traces in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the second thunder of the sky also fell, and Qin Lang used a sword move again, as if it was a set of swordsmanship with the move just now, and each sword had the potential to break the sky.
The third, the fourth... Tianlei showed no sign of stopping at all.
Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were dumbfounded.
The other three Taoists of Tianyun Sect also arrived in front of the Sword Casting Hall.
And Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang, whose clothes were slightly damaged by the thunder after counting the thunder, his heartbeat was so fast that his body could hardly bear it.
He clenched his hands tightly and looked at the figure who was still chopping at Tianlei with a fiery red sword.
That sword used his blood. That sword was made by Qin Lang for him.
Every time the thunder struck, he could feel a pure spiritual energy pouring into his body, and his previous life's cultivation had also reached Nascent Soul, so he naturally understood where such pure spiritual energy came from. From that sword, from the thunder that was cut open and absorbed by the sword.
He spread out his left hand and found that his hand was trembling a little, and there was still a shallow mark on the palm of his hand. He didn't know what kind of medicine was used by the person who bandaged him, and even the scar disappeared very quickly. .