Chapter 103103 Tied hands and hung on the rack

Su Xiaoyuan had actually prepared for this question yesterday. As a disciple of the Yunyu Sect, she suddenly came to Longji Peak for the trial. Any normal person would suspect that she was here to take the essence of Taiyan disciples.

But at this moment, being stared at by these extremely beautiful yet terrifying eyes, she was like a little white mouse being stared at by a snake. Her mind went blank, and her neck seemed to be strangled, and she couldn't utter a single word.

The man seemed to realize he'd frightened her. The sharp gleam in his eyes faded slightly, and his tone became gentle. "Don't be nervous, Fellow Daoist Su. This is just a routine question. We've had precedents of disciples practicing the Hehuan technique concealing their identities and joining our sect, so I'm asking in advance."

To Su Xiaoyuan, his gentleness seemed more like a predator in disguise, even scarier than his sharp appearance just now.

Yet something had to be said, he had to be given an answer.

Her hands and feet were cold, and she was sweating all over. She tried to make a weak sound from her throat: "No, no... I'm here to study..."

Immortal Venerable Ling Yue pondered for a moment, then added, "As far as I know, Fellow Daoist Su was admitted to the inner sect of the Yunyu Sect not long ago. I'm sure his original cultivation method was quite good. It would be a pity to give up so soon after entering the Dao, wouldn't it?"

Su Xiaoyuan realized he was only asking about the Yunyu Sect and hadn't tried to inquire about her identity as a time traveler. She felt a little relieved, her mind gradually thawing, and she quickly offered a prepared answer: "I don't have much talent for the Hehuan Dao. I tried my best to barely pass the inner sect exam. There's no future for me to continue my practice. I happened to see that Longji Peak was recruiting disciples, so I thought I'd try my luck and, unexpectedly, I passed the preliminary exam..."

Immortal Master Ling Yue nodded and said, "To be honest with you, Daoist Fellow Su, in accordance with our master's wishes, we are making an exception to recruit disciples this time. We will not consider your cultivation level, your teacher's lineage, or your family background. There are only two criteria for judging: character, and heart of the Tao. Daoist Fellow Su's performance in the secret realm can prove his character, but I cannot judge his heart of the Tao at this moment."

Su Xiaoyuan was shocked and blurted out, "If I switch to another method, does that mean my Dao Heart is not up to standard?"

"That may not be entirely true," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said, "but being fickle and liking the new and disliking the old is indeed a major taboo in Taoism."

After a pause, he said, "Of course, Fellow Daoist Su is definitely not such a person."

Su Xiaoyuan opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"If Fellow Daoist Su is interested in talismans and formations, you can try to learn them. However, you don't have to abandon your original cultivation method. Many of our disciples practice multiple cultivation methods."

Su Xiaoyuan could hardly believe her ears. She knew that there were many people in Taiyan Sect who practiced more than one martial art. For example, one of the characteristics of the heroine Lin Wan was that she practiced both medicine and swordsmanship. But the problem was that she practiced the Hehuan Gong!

She swallowed and said, "Hehuan Dao...is that okay?"

Ling Yue Immortal Venerable: "The Way of Joy is also the right way. As long as it does not involve unorthodox methods or sorcery, our sect will not prohibit it. However..."

Su Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, there was a turning point here.

Ling Yue Immortal Venerable crossed his fingers and looked up at Su Xiaoyuan: "If it involves dual cultivation or spiritual essence collection between fellow disciples, both parties must agree."

Su Xiaoyuan nodded hurriedly.

To be honest, Tai Yan's sect rules are already quite open-minded and tolerant. If her target was another disciple, she could have just conquered him openly, but her target was the person in front of her.

Su Xiaoyuan was once again thankful that the boss did not have the ability to read minds without a trace.

"In addition, if Fellow Daoist Su becomes a disciple of Dragon Back Peak, I will teach him the lessons. However, I have never practiced the Way of Joy, so Fellow Daoist Su will have to put in more effort on his own." Ling Yue Immortal Venerable's eyes gleamed, "However, if you encounter any difficulties in your practice, you can also come to me. The library in Dragon Back Peak has relevant classics, and I can help you study them."

Su Xiaoyuan was stunned when she heard this. Did the boss mean that in order to teach her, she had to learn the Hehuan Kung Fu by herself?

But considering that he is a skill stamp collector, it seems understandable that he took the opportunity to expand his skill tree?

There is nothing wrong with learning to cook without eating, or learning the Hehuan Gong without doing anything.

The boss's way of thinking is indeed different from that of ordinary people. He does not discriminate against skills. In his eyes, the Hehuan Gong seems to be no different in essence from cooking and embroidery.

This was a good thing anyway. At least she knew now that Immortal Venerable Ling Yue had a neutral and otherworldly view on the dual cultivation of Cai Bu. He might have been a bit self-serving, after all, he could not imagine that someone would be so reckless as to covet him.

As I was thinking about it, the man said, "There's something else."

Su Xiaoyuan was startled and quickly sat up straight and listened attentively.

"Taiyan was founded on the Dao of the Sword, and this is especially true of Longji Peak," Lingyue Immortal Venerable said. "Those who enter Wuji Palace must learn some basic sword techniques. They don't have to be proficient in them, but they must know how to do it."

Su Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief. This requirement was reasonable. She had been mentally prepared for this before applying to Taiyan.

"Okay, Immortal," she said, "I will work hard to learn swordsmanship."

"Has Fellow Daoist Su ever learned sword?"

Su Xiaoyuan had learned the most basic opening moves from the puppeteer on the way to Taiyan. She thought about it and nodded: "I learned a little bit from a friend."

Unexpectedly, Ling Yue Immortal Venerable stood up after hearing this and said: "Fellow Daoist Su, please follow me."

Su Xiaoyuan quickly got up and followed him outside.

The two of them walked down the stairs one after the other, crossed the curved bridge, and came to an open space in a flower forest.

Immortal Master Ling Yue raised his hand, and frosty white sword energy rose in his palm, like a mini snowstorm, gradually condensing into a sword.

The sword was condensed from frost and snow, but the blade was pitch black and dull. At first glance, it looked a bit like Fu Shiyu's sword in the secret realm, except that it was not worn out. It seemed that the sword of the realm spirit was also a copy of the original.

He held the sword and handed the hilt to Su Xiaoyuan: "Please show me a few moves, Brother Su."

Su Xiaoyuan was horrified: "The students really only know a little bit, just a little bit..."

"It's okay, just one or two moves to see Fellow Daoist Su's foundation." Immortal Master Ling Yue insisted on handing the sword to her.

Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to hold the sword carefully, following the method taught by the puppet, placing the tiger's mouth and the base of the palm on the hilt, and then closing the four fingers.

Fu Tingyun's breathing suddenly stopped.

His Yuanshen Sword was forged when he was eleven years old. It has never been touched by anyone since its creation. Even his master has only seen it a few times, let alone mastered it.

The Yuanshen Sword is connected to the soul. If the sword breaks, the soul will be destroyed. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the lifeblood of a sword cultivator. Giving the sword to others is a taboo for a sword cultivator. Only someone like Su Xiaoyuan who lacks common sense of cultivation would hold his Yuanshen Sword in a daze without knowing it.

The soft, boneless hand held his Yuanshen Sword, as if holding his soul in the palm of her hand.

Fu Tingyun had never felt so vulnerable and dangerous in his life. It was so stimulating that his heart was trembling and he could hardly suppress the trembling.

When he handed over the sword, he had not expected the feeling to be so strong. It was too late to regret, so he could only pretend to lean against the tree leisurely.

If Su Xiaoyuan looked up at this time, she would find that Ling Yuexianzun's face was pale, but the corners of his eyes and cheekbones were unnaturally flushed. However, she was trying hard to recall the hand gestures at the last minute and had no time to observe the boss.

She adjusted her breathing according to the puppet's instruction and demonstrated several moves she had learned. Then she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped the hilt of the sword, and then held the sword with both hands and lowered her head to return it to the boss.

Fu Tingyun took the sword and felt the residual warmth of the girl's palm on the hilt, and his heart felt like being pinched by her little hand.

He raised his eyes and met the girl's anxious gaze, as if waiting for his evaluation. He squeezed out two words: "Not bad."

Su Xiaoyuan's talent is indeed not in kendo, or it can be said that any martial arts that require high body control are not suitable for her, but it is not a bad thing to learn a little, just as a way to strengthen her body.

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe that her mediocre kung fu could get a "good" evaluation.

"Friend Su's skills are still a little weak, but as long as he studies hard and practices diligently, he can slowly make up for it." Fu Tingyun added.

He picked up the sword and demonstrated the moves she had just used.

The same sword moves performed by him were completely different. His movements were like flowing wind and returning snow, but each move was clear and powerful. Su Xiaoyuan forgot her fear and was completely immersed in the enjoyment of beauty.

After demonstrating a few moves, Ling Yue Immortal Venerable held the sword upside down and handed it to her: "Did you see it clearly? Try again."

Su Xiaoyuan was at a loss as to what to do. His figure and sword moves were one and the same. She was so busy admiring the beauty that she had no idea what the moves were.

But she couldn't tell the truth, so she could only nod and say, "Look, I see it clearly."

I took the sword and tried it again, and it was exactly the same as the first time.

Ling Yuexianzun was obviously not satisfied with her learning efficiency and frowned: "Start from the opening stance, one move at a time."

Su Xiaoyuan obediently took the starting stance.

Immortal Master Ling Yue asked her to stop, walked up to her and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to correct her posture, but he withdrew his hand before touching her, as if he realized the inconvenience.

Then, with a flash of sword light, the flower branch above his head was cut off at the root and fell down. Ling Yue Xianzun caught it in his hand and used the flexible flower branch as a teaching stick, gently guiding various parts of his body.

He tapped her shoulders: "Put your shoulders down."

He pointed at her right arm holding the sword: "Hold your arm tighter."

Huazhi went around her back and gently poked her on the back: "Keep your back straight and don't push your chest out."

Slightly down the spine, from the side of the waist to the front of the body: "Tighten the waist and abdomen, and let the breath sink down."

Then he lifted her inner thighs above her knees and said, "Open your thighs, don't bend your knees inward, and keep your posture relaxed."

"Sword moves are the surface, and Qi circulation is the inner work," the man said patiently, "Friend Su needs to practice Qi circulation more."

As he spoke, he used the flower branch to point out the path for her to circulate Qi, moving it along her eight extraordinary meridians, and tapping the acupoints when they were about to be stimulated.

Although Su Xiaoyuan knew that the other party was teaching her sword skills and qigong, perhaps because of her special physique and the activities almost every night recently, her skin had become more and more sensitive because of the puppet. The flower branches moved around her body, poked her vagina, and when her posture was accidentally deformed, it would lightly whip her as a punishment, which actually gave her a strange feeling.

She couldn't stop trembling, but could only grit her teeth and endure it, for fear of revealing any clues.

The girl tried her best to endure it, but she didn't know that her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were rippling, and her charming appearance was seen by everyone. A hint of fragrance emanated from her body, and no one was more familiar with that smell than Fu Tingyun.

The flower branch in Fu Tingyun's hand touched her Tanzhong acupoint, and the girl couldn't help but shiver.

He also felt dizzy and could hardly bear it. Her passionate aura not only penetrated into his mind through his senses, but also through the Yuanshen Sword in her hand.

Fu Tingyun couldn't help but tremble slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said coldly: "Put away the sword."

Su Xiaoyuan was shocked. Was she too bad? The boss was so angry that he was shaking.

"Well done," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable said, his voice as tense as a taut bowstring, as if something was about to explode. "But it's getting late, and I have things to do today, so I won't keep Fellow Daoist Su."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't believe her good luck. She was stunned for a moment before she frantically took out a handkerchief to wipe the hilt of the sword - because of her nervousness and impatience, she sweated a little and made the hilt dirty.

Ling Yuexianzun didn't seem to mind. He took the slightly sticky hilt from her hand and didn't put it back. He just held it in his hand and said, "I will escort Fellow Daoist Su out."

Without allowing her to refuse, he walked out with her, saying as they walked, "Fellow Daoist Su just demonstrated what seemed to be the sword techniques of our sect. Could the friend who taught you swordsmanship be a disciple of our sect?"

Oh no! Su Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat.

She was only thinking about how to pass the level and forgot that the puppet's swordsmanship was learned from Ling Yue Xianzun, and these sword moves would of course be recognized by the real person.

The puppet knew so much "information" about him. If he knew that the old puppet that should have been discarded was in her hands, would he take it back? Or even order it to be destroyed?

Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to take the risk: "Is... is that so? I just met that friend by chance, and I thought he was just a casual cultivator..."

Ling Yue Immortal Venerable frowned slightly: "It is said that the sect's swordsmanship cannot be passed on to outsiders. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Su remembers this person's appearance?"

Su Xiaoyuan made up a bunch of nonsense in a hurry: "He always wore a mask... Please don't blame that fellow Taoist. It was my student who didn't know the rules and asked him to teach me."

Ling Yue Immortal Venerable: "Don't blame those who don't know. Don't blame yourself."

The two of them were silent for a moment, and just walked out slowly - Su Xiaoyuan was in a hurry to leave, but the boss walked leisurely, so she could only follow behind him.

Finally, they arrived outside the side hall. Immortal Master Ling Yue summoned a crane carriage and ordered the crane to take her back to her residence.

Su Xiaoyuan mustered up the courage to ask, "Immortal Venerable, when will the results of the retest be available?"

"The final result will have to wait until all the finalists have completed the re-examination," Ling Yue Immortal Venerable thought for a while, "There are still ten days or so left. By then, a letter will be delivered to Fellow Daoist Su's residence."

Su Xiaoyuan thanked him, bowed, and was about to get in the car.

Immortal Master Ling Yue, just like last time, helped her into the car. "By the way, Fellow Daoist Su and I have met three times already, so we can be considered acquaintances. Next time we meet, please don't be so formal. Just address me by my courtesy name, which is Shiyu."

Su Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat.

Before she could come to her senses, the crane flapped its wings and flew into the air.

She looked down through the gap in the carriage curtain and saw Ling Yue Xianzun turn around and walk along the monotonous and straight palace road into the depths of the palace. A complicated feeling welled up in her heart.

Is it just because of that courtesy name?

Jing Ling was born from the Immortal Master Ling Yue, so it is not surprising that he used his courtesy name as his name.

Back on the wing boat, the puppet was sitting in her cabin reading a book as usual. When he saw her put down the book, he stood up and came to greet her, hugged her in his arms, and rubbed her neck with his nose.

Su Xiaoyuan felt a little guilty for some reason and subconsciously avoided him, as if she was afraid that he would smell something unusual.

"What happened to Xiaoyuan?" the puppet asked in confusion.

"I'm sorry," Su Xiaoyuan looked up at his dark eyes, as if she found a hint of inquiry in them. She immediately looked away, "I'm sweating all over and don't feel well... I want to take a shower."

The puppet went to prepare a change of clothes for her and asked, "How was the retest today? What did you take?"

Su Xiaoyuan briefly recounted what happened today at Longji Peak, but omitted the fact that Ling Yue Immortal Venerable had personally instructed her in sword techniques.

The puppet said, "Xiao Yuan answered very well. Don't worry, you will definitely pass."

Su Xiaoyuan hummed absentmindedly.

Maybe it was because practicing sword skills consumed too much energy, but after taking a shower, she sat at the table and wanted to read an introductory book on talismans. However, after reading only two pages, her eyelids started to droop.

When Fu Tingyun finished cleaning the room and came out, he found that the girl had fallen asleep on the pages of the book.

He picked her up and gently put her on the bed, and found that she was frowning, her cheeks were flushed, and her nose was covered with cold sweat, as if she was having a nightmare.

He lowered the cabin curtains, changed into his real body and lay down beside her, his palms pressed against hers, his fingers clasped tightly together, he closed his eyes and sank into her dream.

When the fog around him dissipated a little and he could see the scene clearly and realize what he was doing, Fu Tingyun's mind suddenly buzzed and his soul almost left his body - compared with this dream, his most absurd and bizarre imagination was as clean and pure as a piece of white paper.

They were obviously in a dungeon. The dark and damp atmosphere was somewhat similar to the dungeon in the secret realm, but the situation was very different.

The girl's hands were tied and she was hung on the rack, her frightened eyes filled with tears. Her thin undergarment was almost unrecognizable and was cut into shreds that hung on her body like a spider web. Not only could it not cover her body, but it made her look even more voluptuous. Interlaced red marks were faintly visible in the gaps between the fabrics.

And the instigator of all this was obviously himself - or the him that Su Xiaoyuan imagined.

He held his own Yuanshen Sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword slid along the midline of her body neither lightly nor heavily. The sword energy left a red mark. If it went a little deeper, he would be able to cut her in half.

"Tell me," he heard a voice coming from his throat, but it was much colder, "What is your purpose in approaching me?"

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The author has something to say: -20: I was a little scared in my wife’s dream.