"Ruyi, can you help me find out where Lu Qianyin and Fang Jingzhi are?"
After Song Qingbai followed Ci'en and slowly looked around the temple, he found that there was nothing unusual except for a pagoda-like building in the courtyard that was surrounded by a powerful barrier.
"Host, I'm truly sorry. When I first arrived at Tianyin Temple, I only vaguely sensed the presence of these two people.
Although it's faint, it's definitely there. But after swimming around with you, I still can't find it. I'm afraid it's been hidden by someone."
The system on the wrist was a little depressed, only flashing a faint purple light.
"Never mind, this Tianyin Temple is really strange. The evil sword has been sealed here for many years, but it seems like these monks are unaware of it.
And most of the monks I just met didn’t seem to have any cultivation skills.”
Song Qingbai's eyes darkened. It sounded very unreasonable that many disciples in the famous Tianyin Temple had no cultivation.
On the Shenwu Continent, people have always respected high levels of cultivation and ascension.
"Donor Song, are you tired from walking? Can I take you to the meditation room to rest for a while?"
Seeing Song Qingbai stopped and stood under the Bodhi tree in deep thought for a long time, Ci'en walked up quickly and asked with a smile on his face.
Although he was young, he was a head taller than Song Qingbai. When he came up to ask, the scent of incense on his body also came towards him.
The young man had red lips and white teeth, and the monk's robe made him look even more handsome. Along the way, he intentionally or unintentionally explored the relationship between himself and Chen Rangchen, which made Song Qingbai more cautious.
The little guy was not a real monk from Tianyin Temple, but a member of the Shen royal family. During the conversation with him, Song Qingbai finally understood everything.
Ci'en's real name is Shen Tinglan. He was born into an imperial family when he was young. He was unruly and often caused trouble, so he was sent here to practice.
But observing his words and actions, Song Qingbai frowned slightly, and he hadn't made any progress in his practice.
"Ci'en, didn't your master tell you not to get too close when talking to a woman?"
“Donor Song, you are Brother Shen’s junior sister, and you look about the same age as me.
I am so bored practicing here alone. I finally met you and now I want to get closer to you.
Please forgive me if this is offensive.”
Ci'en suddenly took a step back, and his smiling face instantly turned into a look of grievance. His attitude of admitting his mistake was extremely sincere, which made Song Qingbai a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I blame you for my slip of the tongue. Ci'en, didn't you just say you wanted to take me to the meditation room to rest? I'm tired from walking, and a pot of hot tea would be even better."
Song Qingbai coughed lightly, her lips curled slightly, and looking at Ci'en, she inexplicably thought of Qi'an.
It is so soft and cute, and very well-behaved and obedient.
"Donor Song, please come this way. There is tea prepared for you in the meditation room!"
After hearing Song Qingbai's words, Ci'en's face brightened instantly and he hurriedly led the way.
The two of them came to a yard one after another. Song Qingbai just glanced at the spiritual tree in the yard and entered the house without thinking much.
The refreshing sandalwood scent filled the entire room. Song Qingbai picked a chair and sat on it.
"Donor Song, how old are you? I just turned nineteen this year, and you seem younger than me."
Ci'en brewed tea slowly and calmly, then chatted with Song Qingbai.
His pair of dark starry eyes looked at Song Qingbai's face from time to time, and his ears turned slightly red.
How could there be such a beautiful person in this world? He was born in the palace and had seen all kinds of women, but none of them could compare to the one in front of him.
She has a stunning appearance, sword bones, and extremely high talent in cultivation. Does such a perfect person really exist?
Ci'en finally saw it today. No wonder she entered the heart of Shen Rangchen, the man who was always arrogant and never cared about others.
"Me? Although I'm a few years younger than you, I'm much more mature mentally."
Song Qingbai smiled, reached out to take the teacup he handed over, and took a sip.
A faint fragrance came over, with the light scent of lily of the valley. Ci'en looked at the beauty so close to him, and his heart couldn't help but slow down for a beat.
"I wonder if Donor Song is married?"
The words that came out of his mouth surprised not only himself, but also Song Qingbai who was drinking tea.
"Ci'en, what do you mean?"
Song Qingbai just found it a little funny, but saw that his face turned even redder.
“I…I…”
The young man was stunned and stood up instantly. His movement was so big that he knocked over the teapot filled with water.
"ah..."
The movement was too fast and both of them were caught off guard. When the scalding water splashed on his legs, Song Qingbai only felt a burning sensation, and then the pain was like being burned by fire.
"Donor Song...I'm sorry."
Ci'en was panicked, with self-blame in her eyes. She hurried forward to lift up Song Qingbai's dress, but accidentally tripped over the leg of the table.
"Need not..."
Song Qingbai stood up subconsciously, but before he could stand firmly, he was knocked to the ground by him.
It hurts... This flustered and clumsy boy must have done it on purpose. Song Qingbai frowned slightly, and his whole body was pressed under him.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Ci'en's dark eyes staring at him. Before Song Qingbai could say anything, he was kissed the next second.
Huh? ...Shocked and speechless, Song Qingbai's fox eyes were filled with strange colors.
Just when he was about to cast a spell to push the person away, he found that his limbs were weak and even the spiritual power in his body could not be circulated.
“As you wish…As you wish…”
Startled, she called the system several times, but the system seemed to be blocked.
"Blood-feathered Heavenly Wolf?"
Since when, even the spirit beast in his consciousness could no longer be called upon, and Song Qingbai's face instantly became solemn.
A barrier was set up in the room, and the incense inside continued to burn, making people feel dizzy.
"Donor Song..."
Song Qingbai tried hard to stay awake, but before he could resist, Ci'en picked him up again and put him on the bed.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the boy's hoarse and low voice calling him, but Song Qingbai had not responded yet.
Suddenly, the sound of clothes being torn was heard.
After a while, he felt a wet sensation on his burned leg.
Song Qingbai opened his eyes slightly and was shocked speechless by the erotic scene before him.
Ci'en had already taken off her clothes and was leaning over to gently kiss the place where she was scalded by the tea.
The amazing thing is that the place that was originally extremely painful actually felt better after all his efforts. It was no longer as painful as before, but instead there was a strange feeling.
But when the person on his body treated his injuries in a strange way, he slowly climbed up again and put his hand on his neck.
"Donor Song, Ci'en is feeling a little unwell. Could you please help me?"
His seductive voice sounded again, and the next moment the belt around Song Qingbai's waist was untied.
There is something wrong with that incense...Song Qingbai was nervous, he didn't expect to find the answer so easily.
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