Chapter 270 The shared love between master and disciple
The person behind him is Yuan Zhi, so who is in front of him?
Lin Zhi's hand was against his hot cheek, and he woke up subconsciously. His sinking consciousness suddenly pierced his confused nerves, making his mind clearer. It was at this moment that he realized that the lover of this world was divided into two halves.
He felt relieved and his body relaxed. He did not try to make sense of the situation and let the chaos take over his body.
Tingyan and Yuanzhi did not notice the subtle change in Lin Zhi at this moment. Yuanzhi was kissing his senior brother with indignation. Of course, this feeling was not because his senior brother had recognized the wrong person, but because he was the one who should not be here and interfered between them. However, his senior brother's health was more important at the moment.
Since Lin Zhi wanted to be guided to practice the exercises at the correct key points, he faced Ting Yan.
But he was not in Tingyan's arms. Instead, he was supported by Yuanzhi's waist. His fingertips, with a faint pink tinge, clenched in vain on the jade bed, and finally clenched the corner of Tingyan's clothes.
Yuan Zhi chanted the incantation and transported the spiritual energy into Lin Zhi's body according to a certain pattern as the main body said. Although he was doing two things at once, there was no mistake at all.
Under the constant input of spiritual energy, the original wood spiritual energy flowed out involuntarily. In addition to the pleasure, Lin Zhi felt the pain of his internal organs being squeezed. Different from the excessive external pressure on the young man, the spiritual power wandered among the meridians, like a group of irregular and randomly colliding linear mixed objects.
"luck."
In a daze, Lin Zhi heard someone say this.
The voice was a little hoarse, and the original voice should have been calmer and clearer.
Under the guidance of another spiritual energy, Lin Zhi subconsciously circulated his spiritual power. The spiritual energy that did not belong to him and was wandering around in his body changed its previous scattered state and moved towards the place he was leading.
Tingyan's Adam's apple rolled as he looked at the young man's elegant figure with snow-white skin and red lips, and used his spiritual power to open up the meridians for him.
The red moon on his abdomen was particularly conspicuous, and the object that did not belong to him and completely occupied him that was faintly visible under his thin belly was also conspicuous.
Ting Yan closed his eyes, and through a hazy perception that came through his soul, he looked up at Yuan Zhi and reminded him, "Tell him to turn around."
There are many acupoints in the human body, and the spells of the Hehuan Sect are vicious, so the sorcerer does the opposite. He needs to turn the person over and over again including the acupoints that he doesn't want to close on a normal day.
Ting Yan wanted to help Lin Zhi up, but he saw Yuan Zhi holding her and turning her over.
Yuan Zhi didn't think too much about it. He just thought about how Lin Zhi was currently unsteady on her feet, and didn't plan to create any more trouble.
However, this situation was too much for Lin Zhi. His neatly trimmed nails left marks on Yuan Zhi's shoulders. His misty eyes were filled with tears, and even the sounds squeezed out of his nose were short and mournful.
"Brother, it's okay, I'm here."
Yuan Zhi thought that it was the mixed spiritual energy that made Lin Zhi feel pain, so he patted Lin Zhi's back to comfort him.
He thought that his senior brother was tightening his muscles so much because of the pain in his meridians.
The evil cultivator from the Hehuan Sect was really not a good guy. He actually used such sinister means on people. He was not lenient when he passed by the Hehuan Forest. He should have killed the people and then burned down the strange forest.
Ting Yan actually saw it, and looking at the young and tender soul, he concealed the sharp sneer in his eyes which was a bit sharp to him.
Lin Zhi's black hair was like a waterfall. Ting Yan gathered his hair together, tied a hairband loosely, held it with his hand to prevent it from covering his face again, and put his other hand on Lin Zhi's back.
Wherever he touched, the area tensed slightly.
It is expected that Lin Zhi himself is sensitive to touch, or perhaps it is because of the spell.
From the side of the tail vertebrae upwards, unlike the chaotically flowing wood aura and the gold aura that was heading somewhere, Ting Yan's aura was majestic and long, like a clear signpost, telling Lin Zhi what the correct way was.
In a place invisible to the naked eye, the wood spiritual energy that was originally forced to be transported stopped flowing out, and formed small whirlpools one after another in the body, devouring the external spiritual power.
"If your spiritual power is really exhausted, there is no need to force it."
Ting Yan looked at his nominal disciple and reminded him coldly.
Yuan Zhi gritted his teeth and ignored it. He no longer needed to actively input spiritual energy into Lin Zhi's body. Instead, he watched the spiritual energy flow in semi-passively.
Those increasingly smaller spirit balls were an indication that his spiritual power was becoming increasingly weaker.
If he continues like this, he might fall from his current realm because his spiritual energy has been drained away.
Yuan Zhi didn't really care. As long as his senior brother wanted him, he would give him everything. If he didn't have him anymore, he could just continue practicing. But he was worried that even if he did that, he might not be able to help his senior brother get through this safely, so he had to...
Yuan Zhi looked at the subject who appeared calm on the surface but actually had an attitude of being confident of winning, and felt unwilling in his heart.
Yuan Zhi suddenly said: "You can pass on your skills to me."
The spiritual energy of other people may be incompatible, but he and Ting Yan originally came from the same soul. Ting Yan can pass on his skills to him, so that Ting Yan does not have to interfere in this matter.
Ting Yan raised his eyes and whispered, "Do you really think I won't kill you?"
There was no hostility in his voice, but the pressure from a powerful being in the Spirit Transformation Stage had already filled the entire cave, making people unable to help but tense up.
Ting Yan didn't kill Yuan Zhi, not because of the emotional tribulation, but because the trauma of his split soul had not yet healed completely. If he forced the two souls to merge again, he might be seriously injured while Yuan Zhi struggled.
It harms others without benefiting oneself, or in other words, in his situation where "the enemy is also me", he is purely wasting his time and energy.
Just because it's not cost-effective to do so doesn't mean he won't do it.
"Or, in this situation, would you rather ignore his pain and stick to your childish ideas?"
If he had come, Lin Zhi would have been able to run the backlash technique smoothly.
What's more, Yuan Zhi's cultivation level is only at the Golden Core stage, so how much spiritual power can he give to Lin Zhi to absorb? But he is different, he can satisfy Lin Zhi's demands.
"It's true that I separated you to overcome the tribulation, so you should also know that he was originally my love tribulation, but I just asked you to do it for me. What's the point of you constantly using this as an excuse to refute me?"
Ting Yan was puzzled. He was not mocking Yuan Zhi, but he really didn't understand.
He did all this to prevent Lin Zhi's health from getting worse. At this critical moment, his soul was still talking to him about these unimportant things.
"You are really shameless. Do you think this is something you can give up or take back whenever you want?"
As the soul of love, Yuan Zhi may not understand many things, but he knows that love is not an object that can be easily given and taken back.
The sounds that kept pouring into Lin Zhi's ears were noisy. He didn't know what the people around him were saying. He only felt the dissatisfaction with his spiritual power and desires.
“So noisy.”
The young man's lips were soft, and his crimson tongue traced the lip lines of his young lover.
He silently urged with his body, no matter what kind of spiritual energy it was, he could take it into his pocket.
Ting Yan saw that even without consciousness, Lin Zhi showed amazing talent in mastering this technique. He had not yet guided him to the last key point, but Lin Zhi had already mastered it without a teacher. Those vortexes of spiritual power eventually appeared in Lin Zhi's inner palace, continuously devouring the spiritual energy that entered his body, not only Yuan Zhi's, but also his.
Without any disguise, the greed beneath the young man's gentle and soft face was clearly visible.
Just like a carnivorous plant that constantly absorbs nutrients to allow itself to grow, it lures with its beautiful and harmless appearance and arranges everything with mature and appropriate means. Only when it is completely relaxed will it reveal its true nature.
Yuan Zhi bit Lin Zhi's lips in annoyance, but didn't dare to bite too hard. However, the person below showed a completely opposite attitude, like a young wolf king who bit the neck of his prey to show his status, and wanted to leave his mark arrogantly so that people would remember him.
The suddenly tensed arch of his foot on Yuan Zhi's black clothes was like a crescent moon in the night sky, appearing briefly but lingeringly.
Yuan Zhi's spiritual energy had been completely depleted, but his reserves were exceptionally abundant, more than enough to fill him up.
In the gap that seemed a little long in the mind but was actually only a few moments, the tense instep suddenly relaxed, revealing a lazy and lingering feeling.
Even at this time, Tingyan was still calm and composed, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. It seemed as if he was just helping his nephews and grandchildren solve their problems and was doing his best to save him.
Only the back of his hand, with its veins slightly bulging, holding the young man's flexible and thin waist, revealed some clues.
“You actually…”
Yuan Zhi suddenly realized something and slammed the bed in anger.
If this warm jade bed was not carved from a single piece of chalcedony, any edges and corners with some splicing would have been shattered into pieces by Yuan Zhi's palm.
Yuan Zhi's originally dark eyes were filled with thick ink, mixed with bloodshot and overflowing with red. He adjusted his breathing quickly and said angrily: "How could you do this!"
This is too much. He is obviously his senior brother. He was already feeling wronged that Ting Yan had to save his brother, but now he realizes that Ting Yan had already sensed his brother through him.
If Yuan Zhi knew clearly that he couldn't win, he would have wanted to eliminate the main force.
If he could be stronger, perhaps the main body would have nothing to do today and it would not have been his turn.
"It's not my wish, but you are the part that was cut out of my soul. I don't know why it's like this."
Ting Yan stroked Lin Zhi's smooth back and answered indifferently.
This was also beyond his expectations. Fortunately, the jade bed was wide enough and he didn't have to see the person who was in the way.
His brows, which had a somewhat sickly look, relaxed, and his originally pale lips became more rosy, revealing a hint of satisfaction.
Respected as the Lord of Sword Peak, he had such a vast spiritual energy that he was concerned about Lin Zhi, asking him to digest it slowly so as not to bite off too much and end up with the spiritual energy accumulating in his body and becoming redundant.
"Brother."
Yuan Zhi came up to Lin Zhi, looking aggrieved and ready to complain.
However, his senior brother just looked at him blankly with his affectionate eyes, and Yuan Zhi couldn't help but move closer.
Why would he give in? The senior brother was originally his.
My senior brother said that he and he would become a Taoist partner in the future, and he is not the one who is not in the right position.
The wind and snow on Wujian Mountain are unusually mild, decorating the entire mountain like a fairyland.
The roots of the Thousand Heart Vine were tightly entangled with the trees, and slightly sticky white snow mixed with translucent water fell from the palm of the hand.
Hiding the snow and holding the sword, there are many winds and frosts.
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