On the day Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been raining for half a month in Lueyang City. Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.
The entire flower street was immersed in the dense mist, and it was not yet night, there were no lanterns and red silk, only a few girls with umbrellas walked through the alley from time to time, holding skirts in one hand, carefully bypassing the water on the bluestone slab, The figure is light, and the skirt corners fly in the wind and rain.
The Spring Sleeve Building has not yet been lit, but is illuminated by the large wooden windows and the brazier in the hall. People who drink alcohol have all kinds of teachings and nines, usually seven or eight friends and companions, forming a table, with local dialects mixed together, laughter and scolding resounding in the lobby.
The young boy by the window, dressed in white with a sword, sitting at a table alone will only make people feel elegant.
As for the boy in the corner with old clothes with messy hair and a knife on his back, although he is dressed as a ranger, he looks more like a gangster in the market because of his childish face. Sitting alone in such a situation seems lonely and desolate. As if he didn't realize it, he asked for a jar of the cheapest Xifenglie, accompanied by a plate of peanuts soaked in vinegar, and he drank it with relish.
Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle, "Guest officer, you have not paid for the wine yet."
Everyone looked at the sound, and saw that the beautiful little girl behind the counter stood up with round almond eyes. And the six or seven big men who had already reached the door also stopped, burst into laughter, and turned around cursing.
There were people drinking and chatting in the hall, and there were also businessmen who often ran business in the Panlongling area. The nervous look infected the other unidentified drinkers. The big men with full faces were obviously very satisfied with their deterrent power and the dead silence at the moment. They walked towards the counter, and someone kicked a table halfway. The energy shot out, and the wooden table shattered into pieces.
Like some kind of conventional signal, the drinkers threw away their glasses and rushed out the door in a panic. The hall was empty in an instant.
The big man at the head has already walked to the counter, with a stern smile on his face, "You are ignorant, you don't care, but the brothers probably won't agree, what do you say?"
Another burst of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of foul language. The thin little girl did not speak, as if she was frightened. Seeing that the counter is about to be split open by a machete, a tragedy will happen, but today is destined to be different.
"What if you pay for drinking, where did it come from?"
It turned out to be the little gangster sitting alone, standing in front of the counter. His presence was so low that no one noticed when he came over.
The mountain bandits in Panlongling have seen the world, and have practiced superficial body forging exercises, and at a glance, they can tell whether the other party is tough. If it is a practitioner, the breath and coercion are different from ordinary people.
At this time, there is no fear and spat, "Where's the bastard, get out."
Yan Xing didn't roll, but turned sideways to avoid the fist that opened on the face, and was about to reach out and draw the knife.
Before he touched the handle of the knife, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and a Harrier turned over and jumped onto the wine table, with the knife in the scabbard as a stick, and a backhand hit the opponent's heart. The man collided with the bandit's fist again, and received a solid punch. Swallows jumped up and down, fishes were generally fighting among them, and the wine jars and cups were all used by him like spears and arrows.
He used his strength to fight, his movements were flexible, and he seemed to be extremely unrestrained, but unfortunately he was outnumbered. A kick in the heart.
"This son of a bitch! You call me grandpa, and I'll spare your life today..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Xing spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bandits in the mountains were aroused by their fiery nature, and they were ruthless, and they didn't need a knife. Miss Luhua took out a sword from the hidden compartment of the counter, rolled up her sleeves and was about to use it.
"Zheng-"
With the sound of breaking wind, the bandit leader fell straight back. A wooden chopstick was firmly nailed into his Dazhui point. Looking closely, the forgotten young man in white had put down the wine bowl and held the remaining chopsticks in his hand.
Yan Xing reluctantly opened his eyes, he couldn't see the man's face in the blood, and only heard the sentence, "The Desolate Sword."
He thought to himself, what the hell.
The mountain bandits swarmed up, with machetes and tigers. The young man didn't lift his eyelids, and took another chopstick from the chopstick holder, "I want to live in poverty."
Yan Xing tried all his strength and still couldn't stand up. He knelt on the ground with a knife and vomited blood. Is it time to read poetry? !
"The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel has its own orchestra."
The wind and rain outside the window blew in, and the young boy Shi Shiran stood up, his sleeves full of wind.
After reading these two sentences, the mountain bandit just rushed in front of him, and he rolled up his sleeves and hit someone.
There is no gentleness in reading poetry at all, the fierce fighting style of punching to the flesh, screaming and begging for mercy resounds through the spring sleeves.
Wei Jingfeng didn't need True Yuan and Sword Qi, and only relying on physical strength, he overthrew this group of rabble, and let them lie on the ground to take in more gas and less gas, but it was troublesome but happy.
Then he glanced at the kneeling gangster and stretched out his hand to pull him up. Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, but the man actually pulled him, and a breath of calm and Mo Yu poured in along the pulse gate, and the whole body was no longer in pain.
Miss Luhua served them a jar of wine, and then took the iron lock to clean up the mess.
Yan Xing still didn't come back to his senses, just now he even felt that he was about to die. Seeing him like this, Wei Jingfeng, as an elder, couldn't help but tell him some truths about life, "That little girl has entered the threshold of cultivation early, and it is more than enough to deal with a few three religions. It's just that there are guests in the building. She just waited to scare away the spectators, so she could close the door and teach them a lesson. You are busy with your own business, you don't think about it, you don't have any skills or backing, how dare you open a store in this street? "
After speaking, for the first time, he gave birth to the illusion that he was really a good person.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xing didn't regret it, and just asked, "It's my business whether I do anything or not. What does it matter to me if she has any skills or backing?"
Jiansheng was happy, thinking that this kid is a little interesting. It's really rare to be foolish and follow your heart regardless of the consequences.
He acted rashly at will, and he blurted out with a flash, "I'll accept you as my apprentice."
"Why?"
The swordsman poured himself a bowl of wine, "There is a saying, 'Small injustice in the chest can be eliminated by alcohol, and the great injustice in the world cannot be eliminated without a sword.', follow me, learn some skills, and see injustice in the future. Go up and die."
Yan Xing looked at the delicate dagger on the other side's waist and grinned, "The sword is a gentleman of a hundred soldiers, but unfortunately there are more hypocrites than true gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice swords, nor do I want to be a gentleman, I want to learn a sword and be a hero. ."
"Who said that you have to be a gentleman to use a sword? A sword or a sword is just a tool. The apprentice of this old man, you can learn whatever you want."
Yan Xing thought to himself, I can see that you are very talented and not a mortal person, but I haven't agreed yet, how can I become your apprentice
Also, you are at most about the same age as me, so how can you become an 'old man'
He also poured himself a bowl, "After talking for so long, I still don't know what your Excellency is called?"
If it weren't for the fact that the other party had similar temperaments with him and had a pleasant chat, he would not bother to ask.
"Wei Jingfeng."
Yan Xing almost knelt down, once suspecting that he heard it wrong, "What?"
The young man slapped the dagger on the table with a 'smack', "Some people call me Sword Saint."
Yan Xing always felt that his life was good.
When he was a teenager, he worshipped the Sword Saint and worshipped his master, although the master was completely different from the legend. After entering the Dao, he did many things that others saw as courting death, but he failed. Even under Lin Yuangui's Shuoyue sword, he could fight for his life.
But until many years later, he was still puzzled: Master is clearly not a scholar, why did he cite scriptures and recite poems on the day he met him
How did he know that that day was when Mr. Zhangyuan calculated the exact location of the double star in the world. The Sword Saint came back from the academy, quarreled with Mr. Zhangyuan, and listened to a belly of poetry. When I was sad, I happened to see him, and I also saw the shadow of myself when I was young, passionate, stupid, and lonely.
Yan Xing said that it is my business whether I do anything or not. Does she have any ability or backing has nothing to do with me? Wei Jingfeng thought it was my business to choose what I did, and what was the matter with me in the arrangement of Heaven
That's how it should be.
The karma in the world is unclear, Yan Xing thought it was the Juggernaut who saved his life, but he did not know that he had also helped the Juggernaut.
Many years have passed and it has been raining again, and they are still drinking and watching the girl in the Chunxiu Tower. The gangster in the market has become an unruly hero, and the young man in white still looks like a teenager.
After Yin Biyue was intoxicated, Wei Jingfeng talked a lot with Yan Xing. Speaking of Meteorite Abyss, Sword Tomb, and Counting Star Trails, he scolded him by patting the table at first, "I don't worry, just like you, nine lives are not enough to die."
In the end, he said, "But you must not change it..."
When Yin Biyue sobered up, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without nostalgia.
Yan Xing was drunk for half a month, but fortunately Wei Jingfeng came back with a lifetime of death, and all his words became a daily teaching, not a last word before his departure.
Yan Xingcai was able to bring up the past without any shadows: "Hey, my master said that like me, nine lives are not enough to die."
Song Tang was stunned, "The Sword Saint is right."
Yan Xing turned to look at him with a smile in his eyes, "Is that right? In fact, there is a sentence behind it, 'After the old man is gone, find someone to treat you.' Is this right?"
"That's right." Having said that, Song Tang hurriedly said goodbye, "I haven't finished reading today's official document, so I'm sorry to accompany you, fellow Daoist Yan."
He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the Qinglu main hall. There was a low laugh from the man behind him.
The night was hazy, and the shadows of the trees swirled. Even if any disciple stumbles upon a serious head and a drunkard sitting in a tree chatting, he will feel that he has misunderstood.
The matter of going to Qinglu Mountain at night is really familiar.
Yan Xing himself didn't know what happened.
The third disciple of the Sword Saint Sect is a recognized prodigal son.
When the young man became famous, he pulled out the knife and broke the water and was unrestrained and unrestrained. But those who have seen him know that he is neither affectionate nor promiscuous. Even sometimes, there are some incomprehensible sluggishness.
What a shame.
So when people heard that Yan Xing was frivolous with Song Shaomen, his leg was broken. Isn't the first reaction true? I don't believe it, but - "Finally wait for this day!" Watching the fun is not too big of a problem, and running to tell me, I am happier than my own retreat and breakthrough. Later, Yan Xing got drunk and boldly said 'people are sweeter'. It made this matter even more fueled, and the passers-by knew it.
The Qinglu Sword Sect advocates ascetic cultivation, and is stricter than self-discipline and more honorable. Song Tang chased and fled with him like this, and ran most of the southern land.
At that time, Yan Xing felt that he was particularly wronged, and it was all a matter of drinking and misleading rumors. He's not an apprentice at all. When the misunderstanding was resolved, the two sides sat down and talked, fought side by side when the demon army attacked, and after a long talk after the war, he finally realized clearly that he was indeed a rogue.
As long as I see Song Tang, I want to be confused. The irrefutable facts are in front of me, no matter how strong the wine is.
For this reason, he did not see Song Tang for a while. When you are irritable, you will find the senior brother to play a game, and the fourth junior brother to play a game. Travel down the mountain and find something new and interesting to do. After a period of time, I came to my senses and found that it was not possible at all. Sooner or later, I would become a mental block on the road, so I went to see it if I really wanted to see it, and followed my heart.
I didn't move my hands or feet, just thinking about it, not particularly muddy. Yan Xing thought so. Duan Chongxuan saw a clue, and laughed at him for being cowardly.
The days went on like this. Years go by in a hurry.
Until Yan Xing wandered in the Central Continent and met Chen Yi at the foot of Lianjian Mountain. This is not the first time they have met, but it is different from the previous encounter, nodding. Chen Yi said that his practice has reached a bottleneck. Since he is a practitioner of the Dao of the Sword, he is willing to meet you for a battle.
Yan Xing readily agreed.
News spread quickly. Duan Shui and Shuang Lan, two of the world's top sword fighters, met at one time, and it was truly a grand gathering in the world of practice.
Yanxing has a higher realm and became famous earlier, while Chen Yi has made rapid progress and his potential is immeasurable. The last time the two made a shot can be traced back decades ago, and now no one dares to assert that their combat power is superior.
No matter whether you practice the sword or not, spiritual or martial, you are all looking forward to this battle destined to go down in history. In this way, coupled with the special status of the two, it is troublesome to determine the location. Whether it is set in the Central Continent where Lianjian is located, or the Western Continent where Cang Ya is located, it seems unfair. The forces of the Eastern Land were divided, and the Emperor of the Northern Land had an old friendship with Cangya Mountain.
In the end, we had to settle in the Southland. The order is in order, and it can accept a large number of cultivators who have heard the news. The formation is well-prepared, and Yecheng is the best after thinking about it. Chongming Mountain is the best.
Sect Master Qu had chosen a place and sent a letter to Cangya Mountain. When he turned around, he couldn't help but sigh, "If there is a breakthrough, I should be happy for you."
Chen Yi hugged her from behind, "What are you worried about, it's just to learn from each other, not to decide between life and death."
"Yecheng, Chongmingshan, I never imagined that one day we would see each other again."
Yin Biyue sighed.
Luo Mingchuan smiled, "I don't know if the courtyard by Qiu Lake is still there."
Yan Xing was so speechless by these two people, "It's me who's going to fight, not for you to revisit the old places, and then go through the path of love."
Duan Chongxuan was teasing birds in the imperial garden, "Yecheng, do you want to go? Yes, it's the one you've been to. If you want to go, beg me."
Luan Er shrank in size and rolled around in his palm.
A group of palace servants stood far away, their eyebrows lowered and their eyes lowered, not daring to let out the air.
"Senior brother, will you go to see it? Many people in the door want to go."
In private, Cheng Tianyu never called Song Tang a real person.
Song Tang sat in front of the case and kept writing, "There's been a lot of things going on recently, so I probably won't go."
Cheng Tianyu couldn't hide his disappointment, "... Then Senior Brother Zhong and I will take someone to see it, and come back and tell you!"
Song Tang responded. When the person left, he focused on it again, his handwriting was messy, and his words were incomprehensible. Only to be disappointed. The day before the scheduled battle, Zhong Shan went to the main hall to ask him if he wanted to go to watch the battle, but Song Tang still couldn't say.
But that night, he finally went down the mountain. I also went to the most famous restaurant within a hundred miles of Qinglu Mountain.
Yanxing has never had the air of a great practitioner.
He drank happily, and chatted with meat and vegetables. Friends of wine and meat who meet by chance are all over the world. If he doesn't want to drink boring wine, there will be someone to accompany him everywhere. Just like at this time, the whole second floor was surrounded by people chatting and laughing. The sons of noble families and scattered people from all corners of the world have their own origins, and it is very lively.
Just as he was talking about the twelve ways to drink 'Fusheng Huan', someone suddenly got up in a hurry and gave a salute, "Sect Master Song."
All sentient beings looked at each other and lost their voices for a while. Song Tang has been in charge of Qinglu for many years, and the gentleness when he was a eldest disciple has long since faded away, leaving only awe-inspiring righteousness and power. He was dressed in a splashed ink landscape robe, and his hair was tied with a jade crown.
The people present looked at Yan Xing's face and knew that he had been chased and killed by the Song Sect Master. Although it was not settled later, the two of them had old grudges, so they dispersed silently after the ceremony.
In the blink of an eye, the hustle and bustle disappeared, and there were only two people left on the second floor. Yan Xing and Song Tang were relatively speechless.
Song Tang didn't expect that as soon as he came, the people would be gone, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
The other party was drinking with friends, and he came so abruptly, it was really disappointing, if Yan Xing asked at this time, 'What are you doing here? ', he would immediately turn around and leave.
But Yan Xing didn't ask anything. He just smiled and said, "Come and sit."
Song Tang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tomorrow, I will have a battle with someone. Now, instead of meditating and meditating, I will adjust my breath. Instead, I will come here..."
He sat down for the first sentence, and regretted it halfway through. It is not the elder of the other party's division, why do you say such restraining words? He still remembered that Yan Xing was most annoying to be disciplined by irrelevant people.
"Beyond, don't blame fellow Daoist Yan."
Yan Xing was originally very happy, but when he heard this, he couldn't help frowning, "I don't understand, why do you keep calling me fellow Daoist Yan?"
Feeling that Senior Brother Yan can't speak, you can call him by his name. It's hard to hear that if you have to praise Taoist friends. But the other party finally took the initiative to find him, and it was boring to entangle such details. He smiled relieved, "Forget it, don't talk about this, what are you busy with recently?"
This sentence sounds like a casual question, but Yan Xing really wants to know.
Song Tang has always been rigorous and answered everything seriously: "Recently, more than a dozen families in Nanlu are going to negotiate with Qinglu to agree on the resources for worship in the next 50 years. Please Qinglu leave a communication array in their house property as a shelter. I am here. Review the agreement documents, discuss any questions, and seal them if there are no problems, and hand them over to the elders in the door to arrange the formation. Another thing is that there are rumors that a strange treasure was born in the westernmost part of the southern land, and many scattered cultivators gathered at the foot of Qinglu Mountain to petition , I want Qinglu to take the lead in exploring treasures, one is to protect their own safety, and the other is to solve the uneven distribution..."
He said a lot, and in the end, he felt that these trivialities were boring, and it was difficult for Yan Xing to listen carefully.
Song Tang finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you understand what I said?"
"Do not understand."
"Then what are you laughing at?"
What's so funny
Yan Xing fixedly looked at him, with a pair of spring water peach blossom eyes full of romance, "You talk to me, I'm happy."
Song Tang's mind flickered, avoiding his gaze, got up and left, "You've been drinking too much."
Yan Xing stood up slowly, stretched out his long arms and pulled the person back.
Song Tang was caught off guard in his arms, and subconsciously drew his sword. The opponent's realm pressure suddenly erupted, pushing him back two steps and imprisoning him in the corner. The coercion is like a gust of wind passing through the border, and the wooden window automatically closes with a bang when there is no wind. The wine cup fell on the table, shattering the white porcelain.
A kiss that was light and lingering, with the aroma of lingering wine, made Sect Master Song, who never drank, blush. The other party still refused to let go, and his scorching breath was sprayed on his ear temples, numb and numb.
"I just drank too much. Hit me. Which leg do you want to break this time?"
Song Tang trembled angrily. With all the true essence out of his body, the sword in his hand was half unsheathed, and then stopped suddenly, because the man said, "I have a duel after dawn, and I can't overstay my promise. Tonight you beat me up, and I can only go tomorrow. found dead."
After saying that, the pressure really dissipated, and the unsuspecting empty door opened wide, just bent over to kiss him. Sect Master Song hesitated for a moment before being bullied by someone who was pressed against the wall.
In the end, he licked his lips and sighed contentedly, "...It's really sweet."
"presumptuous!"
"Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid I can't help myself."
Sect Master Song is usually not angry and arrogant, and ordinary people dare not get close, but unfortunately now the corners of his eyes are wet and his face is flushed. Song Tang couldn't bear it any longer, and hit him with a scabbard, but he still remembered to be careful. After Yan Xing groaned, he backed away and listened to his lesson with a smile.
"What are you thinking about? The decisive battle of the warriors is imminent. You should not be impatient, and you should not be tempted! Years ago, I saw Chen Yi shoot a sword. There is no talent and potential. It is insurmountable, and there has never been a battle without change..."
"Finished?"
"Ok… "
"Displeased?"
Song Tang glared at him again.
The moonlight fell on them through the window lattice, and there was a sound of beating from the street. Yan Xing glanced at the sky, "If I don't rush to Yecheng, it will be too late."
"You should have gone long ago."
Yan Xing wanted to say that you waited for me to come back, and in the end it was just for the other party to get dressed. He pushed open the window on the second floor and jumped down. He seemed to be extremely unrestrained, but he didn't dare to look back.
After a while, I heard a distant sentence from the restaurant, "If you don't win, don't come back."
Yan Xing laughed loudly, saying this, how can there be no reason to win
Song Tang sat down.
The empty restaurant was in a mess, and the half bowl of wine left by the other party reflected the moonlight and his face. He took it up and drank it, the spicy food entered his throat, and he was immediately choked and coughed again and again.
Song Tang laughed at himself. He often wondered, what did Yan Xing like about him
If it is on a whim, how can the long years pass by in such a hurry, why hasn't the other party's freshness disappeared? In terms of talent and appearance, he is not unparalleled in the world; in terms of status, the head of the Qinglu Sword Sect is indeed a high-ranking person.
But Yan Xing wouldn't care about this, he didn't know what the other party cared about.
"I heard that the sunrise at Tianxin Cliff in Cangya Mountain is extremely spectacular?"
"It's really spectacular... But after watching it a lot, it's all the same. Speaking of the sunrise, when the sun rises on the easternmost border of the Eastern Land, it seems that you can reach out and touch the sun when you reach out."
"So, the sunrise is the best in the East Land?"
Yan Xing leaned on the tree and tilted his head to look at him, "The most spectacular, but not the best... Once I crossed the sea by myself and encountered a beast tide, fighting all the way from the floating sea to the shore, just in time for the alternation of the sun and the moon, it was the best. ."
Whenever he talked about such topics, Song Tang always felt that he was really a dull and boring person compared to the magnificent wonders and the adventures of life and death.
Yanxing is different. Just like a goshawk, it can fly over the mountains and cliffs, but Cangya can't keep him, and Qinglu can't keep him.
When the sky was slightly bright, the Sect Master Song walked out of the restaurant. The morning breeze blew his face, which was refreshing, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and left all his feelings behind and moved forward.
If he knew that the other party would come after the fight because of his words, he would never leave at this time, so he wouldn't be blocked at the gate of Qinglu Hall under the bright sky, and people would watch the excitement in vain.
"Didn't you say wait for me to come back?"
Song Tang frowned, "When did I say such a thing?"
"A gentleman speaks quickly, and if he speaks at night, he will not recognize it during the day?" Yan Xing felt a little aggrieved, "How can there be such a reason?"
Everyone in front of the hall was stunned.
There are new rumors in Nanlu today. According to rumors, Sect Master Song has become an unscrupulous person.
Song Tang was teaching Cheng Tianyu to approve the official document, but Yan Xing had to take someone to watch the sunrise on the Cangjiang River.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, I couldn't help but talk, and I pulled people and said to leave.
Cheng Tianyu held the jade slip in his arms and chased out the Qinglu Mountain Gate all the way: "Senior brother, I haven't learned it yet, I really can't."
Song Tang turned around and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yan Xing and clapped his big hand on Cheng Tianyu's shoulder.
"You're too old, man, how can you say no."
Cheng Tianyu turned his head and glared at him: "You disciple."
The wind was blowing in the evening, and the river boat swayed.
"Qinglu is so big, you really have to do everything yourself, how can you be done? Look at this time, how many days away from you, will Qinglu be turned upside down?"
Song Tang was startled and whispered, "You don't understand."
The cold night wind blew away the fragrant aroma of the wine, Yan Xing was lying in the boat drinking with his legs crossed, Song Tang stood at the bow of the boat, and Jiang Feng was full of sleeves.
The Wupeng boat swayed with the waves and drifted eastward;
What a majestic mountain and river.
Yan Xing stopped talking because he really didn't understand.
So there is no need to say anything, just stop and look at the river and the moonlight, and blow the river wind, it is enough to make people feel intoxicated.
The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and the river is rushing. Song Tang's thoughts floated, thinking of many old things, and finally thinking of Qinglu Mountain.
After all, the younger brother has no experience. He is not here for the past few days, will he encounter difficulties
Until he was pulled into his arms from behind, a frivolous laughter sounded in his ears: "What are you thinking?"
"… "
"miss me?"
A hard object pressed against the back of the waist, rubbing lightly, and the heat came through the Taoist robe incomparably clearly. Song Tang was startled, subconsciously trying to break free, but the tiny numbness jumped up the back along the tailbone, and the memory of the past flashed by. , the shame made him feel hot.
This feels all too familiar.
But the man came to bite his earlobe, sucked his lips and tongue, made a lewd noise, and asked vaguely, "Are you okay?"
Sect Master Song endured his breath, forced himself to keep his consciousness clear, and his face was indifferent: "It's absurd, let it go."
Yan Xing did not let go. He was used to indulgence, and it wasn't the first time he'd done absurd things.
Only on the second floor of their tavern, the Qingyu case where Song Tang usually studied, and Yanxing on the locust tree in Qinglu Mountain once trapped people in his arms with realm coercion, and even recognized him after kissing and beating.
"You haven't been with me for a long time."
His mouth was saying grievances, but his body was still muddy.
Song Tang thought about it for a long time.
In the end, he was still soft-hearted, so he could only sigh silently and close his eyes as if resigned.
Yan Xing took an inch, grabbing the thin waist with one hand, and slipping in from the hem of the robe with the other to pinch freely. Feeling the repressed trembling of the person in his arms, he couldn't help laughing softly.
He laughed so much that Song Tang was in a turmoil, all the touches in the darkness were magnified infinitely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his flushed face reflected in the river full of stars. Song Tang finally couldn't bear it any longer and struggled violently, but was suddenly picked up by Yan Xing and carried into the cabin.
"Enough." In the past, when I was outside, doing this step was convenient for me to stop.
Who would have guessed that Yanxing didn't know what he was drinking today, and he was a jerk: "That's enough? Then I'm not taking on the reputation of a disciple in vain?"
The boat was parked in the middle of the river, and the waves of the river and the cold night wind were all blocked by invisible barriers.
Song Tang felt the change in the atmosphere here, and expected that the other party had imposed a ban on snooping.
... Shouldn't he be specially trained to do such absurd things
Suddenly, he felt cold, and it turned out that the trousers had also been taken off, and he couldn't help but think more after that. The genitals were held in the hands, and they were comforted and played with, provocatively and provocatively, and the kisses full of encroachment were overwhelmingly pressed down.
The wet lips and tongue kissed from the neck to the collarbone, and then went to torture his nipples. Sect Master Song just closed his eyes and frowned, gritted his teeth and silently endured without saying a word.
It's a pity that the body's reaction can't deceive people, the panting is getting heavier and heavier, and the genitals are also standing up tremblingly.
Yan Xing loved his current appearance the most. His neatly dressed Taoist robe hung loosely on his body and could not cover his body, revealing his long, slender and fair legs. The hairpin fell off, and his black hair was spread out.
Deng Tuzi was very patient at this time, rubbing the opponent's buttocks in an obscene way, and put a finger into the closed hole.
"You and I are daoist partners, and it's a matter of life to have a good relationship... Oh, you bite really hard."
When he was young, he roamed the market, and he knew all kinds of three religions and nine rhetoric. Between the beds, he couldn't help but make a few jokes.
Song Tang is different. He was brought back to Qinglu to practice swordsmanship as a child. After he took over as the head of the sect, he was even more disciplined.
Love has made him ashamed, how can he still stand teasing
"It's too tight, relax."
The calloused fingers of the other party went in and out of his corridor, and even maliciously bent and messed up. Sect Master Song endured the embarrassment of being violated by his private parts: "Don't talk about it... ah—"
I don't know what was allowed to enter the body, like a bead, which was provoked by the fingers and pushed into the depths.
As soon as Song Chang's realm power broke out, he was suppressed involuntarily. Yan Xing neutralized his attack with one hand, while licking and biting his nipple: "Don't be afraid, it's medicine."
His breath was chaotic, and the whole lonely boat shook violently with the waves.
Song Tang didn't dare to struggle any more, the pill melted in his body, and the dripping liquid dripped down his legs, very obscene.
The three fingers were carefully ground in the corridor, and he didn't know where to go. The numb pleasure made him suddenly want to fight.
Yan Xing pulled out his fingers, lifted one of his long legs on his shoulders, and entered him frontally.
"Don't close your eyes and look at me."
Without progressing step by step, the scorching giant slammed into it fiercely, hitting the most deadly with every blow, so fierce that it was almost cruel, and its strength almost pierced through him.
Song Tang was pressed against the ship's bulkhead, and his whole body was so weak that he lost his strength. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and his vocal cords choked a little: "You are presumptuous..."
But only in exchange for the other party's low smile: "I don't want to do anything more presumptuous to you..."
Sect Master Song stopped talking, clenching his teeth, lest he would let out an embarrassing moan, but he couldn't stop whimpering in his throat.
Yan Xing's genitals were sucked by the hot and humid tunnel, becoming more comfortable and happy.
He said firmly: "Call out."
Song Tang just shook his head.
So the open and close manipulation stopped, the other party supported his waist with one hand, and the hot and firm body was drawn in circles. He kept spitting out the cum from the front, and was held by one hand again, playing from the root to the mouth of the bell.
Sect Master Song was finally forced to cry: "Yan Xing..."
Deng Tuzi got his wish: "It's always like this when you're willing to call my name."
What "Yan Daoyou", he really didn't want to hear it again.
With a violent penetration, Song Tang shivered and shot out white turbidity, but the sensitive body after the climax was not spared, and was lifted by the waist and changed positions, and entered roughly from behind.
Later, his consciousness became a little blurry, as if he was ups and downs in the rough sea, and the sea of desire had no end. He was imprisoned under his body, and whether he wanted to escape or missed the Heart Purification Mantra, he would be pulled back forcibly. I don't know how long it took to be done, and I cried and begged to say something, and changed what shameful posture.
He only remembered to warn himself that he would not be able to let this man succeed next time.
Yan Xing was always awake, until he was fully satisfied, did he let go of the essence of life, and then separated his true essence, and guided the people in his arms to carry out the method of double cultivation.
In the river in a boat, the scenery on both sides of the river has changed at some point in time.
The stars hang on the plains and the fields are wide, and the moon is full of rivers.
He sat on the bow with the drowsy man in his arms.
I remembered the first time I met Song Tang, the lonely long street in the middle of the night, the shadows of trees swirling, the narrow road met, and the moonlight fell on his ink-splashed landscape robe. So lovely.
Obviously a young man with high spirits, but he pretends to be mature and calm.
Can't help but want to tease.
When I think about it, it's really like a past life. It turns out that these years have passed like this.
He hugged him as if he was holding a river of spring water, and like the cool moonlight of the hugger.