【Master Chapter 10】Since it is a calamity, then we must overcome it
After leaving Chu Jiao, Ling Yue went straight back to his cave, just like fleeing in panic.
In fact, he was not angry with his little disciple, but there was an inexplicable emotion fermenting in his heart.
Chu Jiao didn't know that his master had a natural magical power called "Xuan Bing Yan", which was not an offensive technique, but more inclined to tracking. If Ling Yue injected his own ice energy into the opponent's body during a fight, even if the enemy escaped, he could turn the ice into eyes and detect the opponent's situation in time, and temporarily see the surrounding scenes through the opponent's perspective, which was convenient for defense and tracking.
But the ice energy is not nurtured in the body, and can only last for a short time. If it encounters a master, it can be wiped out in an instant, so there are not many opportunities for this door god to use it.
When Chu Jiao just entered the door, he healed her injuries and left a trace of ice energy in her body. He thought it had dissipated long ago, but when he later investigated, he found that the ice energy was actually wrapped in Chu Jiao's true energy and had already become a whole. He simply used it as a means to protect his little disciple.
If Chu Jiao got into trouble, he would be able to feel it at the first time.
But his little disciple has always been well-behaved, so Ling Yue basically never used this magical power.
But this time, because Chu Jiao mobilized too much true Qi during the fight, even the ice Qi wrapped in the deepest part was alarmed, and Ling Yue who was cultivating in the cave also noticed it.
Therefore, Ling Yue also knew the reason why Chu Jiao went to the Qiankun Stage.
It was because of him.
Others just said a few nonsense, but to him, it was nothing.
But because of this slander, she was willing to cross levels to fight against the enemy, and was willing to get injured, in order to protect him.
He never paid attention to such verbal disputes.
When he was framed and accused when he was young, he never argued at all.
However, seeing the little disciple trying his best for him, he felt for the first time that the feeling of being protected was not bad.
When the graceful girl finally won miserably and was about to fall, he could no longer bear it and moved to Canghuan Mountain in a few moments, but happened to see the scene where his little disciple was hit by a hidden weapon!
It should be okay, right?
He kept the healing medicine he had just got from the medicine madman. The wound from a hidden weapon should heal quickly.
Thinking so, Ling Yue suppressed his worries, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and planned to continue practicing.
It was just a simple meditation that he had been doing for decades, but this time, Ling Yue couldn't calm down.
Sometimes the girl's pitiful eyes flashed before his eyes, sometimes the girl's face that could not bear the moaning flashed, sometimes the soft and seductive body flashed, sometimes the plump and soft breasts flashed...
The breasts were white and flawless, and the water-red bellyband embroidered with peony hung on her neck. The two bulges on her chest made the bellyband undulate, and looking from above, the seductive cleavage between the two breasts was like an abyss that went from wide to narrow with no end in sight, tempting people to lift the bellyband and find out.
No!
This was not a flash!
He had unconsciously activated the "Xuanbing Yan". At this moment, he was looking at her body closely from the perspective of his own little apprentice!
He saw the girl's slender fingers raised, untied the thin straps tied around her neck and back, and lightly and suddenly untied her bellyband and threw it on the side of the bed, while the girl's upper body was naked. He saw the girl
leaning on her side, her fingers playing with her white rabbit-like breasts, squeezing her jade-like breasts together, and the round shape became slightly pointed.
He saw the injured part was on the side of the left breast, and blood seeped out from the wound, like a deep and light red smudge on the white satin, with a strange beauty. He
saw the girl dipped her handkerchief in water and wiped the blood clean bit by bit. Her hand trembled slightly, as if she was enduring the pain.
After wiping for a long time, the wound finally appeared.
It was a wound so small that it was almost invisible. The girl was a little embarrassed and didn't seem to know how to take
it out. He saw the girl rolled up her bellyband and bit it in her mouth, then raised her hands, wrapped her left breast, and circled the round breast in her hands. She used her index finger and thumb to force the hidden weapon out!
The wound that was finally wiped clean began to bleed again, but the girl seemed to be completely unconscious and showed no mercy to her body.
Nonsense!
Ling Yue couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes, and teleported out the door.
Damn, it hurts!
Chu Jiao exerted force in her hands and screamed silently in her heart.
She bit her bellyband in her mouth, suppressed the groan caused by the severe pain, and lowered her head to squeeze out the hidden weapon. She just fiddled with her breast flesh, but couldn't see where the hidden weapon was. She could only rely on her body's feeling to press it out little by little. Breasts are such a sensitive area, how could they withstand such a great force? Chu Jiao's eyes quickly turned red due to the severe physical pain, and her eye sockets gradually filled with tears.
Ling Yue broke into the room and saw Chu Jiao like this.
"Master... Master?"
The sound of the door being pushed open startled Chu Jiao. She raised her head, and the tears in her eyes happened to drip down, leaving a wet mark on her flushed face.
Ling Yue strode to the bed, grasped the girl's wrist, and stopped her self-harming behavior.
Chu Jiao loosened the cloth in her mouth, looked at Ling Yue with red eyes, blinked, and finally couldn't hold back, tears began to flow.
"Master!!"
"Wuwuwu! Master!!"
Just like a child, if he accidentally fell down, he would climb up by himself when he saw that there was no one around; but if his parents were by his side, he would cry and ask for a hug, because he had someone to rely on.
Chu Jiao had been treating the wound while enduring the pain, but now seeing that his master had returned, the grievance in his heart was infinitely magnified, and he actually burst into tears.
“Ouch… It hurts…”
“Master… Your disciple… Ouch…”
“Master, why… why did you leave just now… Ouch…”
Chu Jiao simply grabbed Ling Yue's collar and buried her face in his chest, half complaining and half aggrieved.
The clothes on his chest were gradually soaked by tears. Ling Yue stood stiffly beside the bed. After hesitating for a long time, he put his palm on the naked back of the person in his arms and patted it gently.
"Don't cry, Jiao'er..."
"It's the teacher's fault."
I shouldn't leave without saying anything just because of my emotional fluctuations.
I shouldn't leave you here alone when you are injured. The first
thing he touched was the girl's extremely smooth skin, which spread upward from his fingertips, drilling into his arms, into his chest, and to his heart.
The bold words of the girl in the Taixu mirror that year were like Ling Xiao's sword, opening his long-sealed heart. And that unexpected and awkward healing quietly planted a seed in his heart.
This seed broke through the soil and sprouted as the girl grew bit by bit. When he discovered it, it had become a towering tree, occupying his heart, making it impossible for him to ignore it.
No more.
He no longer needs to deceive himself.
This stubborn and well-behaved disciple has long been his concern, his weakness, his inner demon, his.
Tribulation.
Since it is a tribulation, then he must overcome it.
He should test the law with his own body and break the inner demon with his true heart.
Thinking of this, Ling Yue finally moved.
He slowly held the girl's shoulders, and along the slippery down, his palms covered her peppery breasts.
As if stimulated by his cold fingertips, the girl's body trembled slightly. She raised her face in shock and looked at him helplessly.
"Master?"
He did not answer, but his hand did not stop moving. His fingertips explored the nipple ring little by little, and finally touched the tiny wound.
Then he lowered his head, and his thin lips, which were usually tightly pursed, opened slightly, like a beast that had been lurking for a long time, finally biting the delicious prey it had coveted for a long time.
He held the wound in his mouth with an elegant and domineering posture.