The moonlight was bright, shining through the window into the room, making the sheets and quilts look white.
"boom!"
The door was suddenly opened violently from the outside, and a pretty, tall and graceful woman walked into the room carrying a handsome man. Her face was as cold as ice, her eyes were full of fire, and her breath suddenly surged. She then violently closed the door.
Under the pure moonlight, she carried him to the bedside and threw him to the bed, blocking the moonlight. The moonlight shone on him.
Without waiting for his reaction, she quickly flexed her body and rode on him, pinning him down and preventing him from escaping.
In the cold moonlight, she was more beautiful than flowers, and the white moonlight made her even more beautiful. Under this moonlight, they had a cold, yet scorching beauty.
"Li Shiyin! Stop it!!" the man below spoke, trying to stop the impending violence.
But the traitor ignored him completely, stretched out his hand, and used the moonlight coming in from the window to untie his belt. He had no choice but to raise his hand to stop the traitor's action.
The two Jindan monks fought fiercely over their belts, relying only on their physical strength. In the end, the master, who had entered the Jindan stage a few years earlier and had greater physical strength, took the opportunity to grab the wrist of the rebel.
He grasped his wrists with both hands, lying on his back, looking up at the traitor riding on him. The moonlight made her face half cold and half dark, like a demon possessed by a demon. He scolded, "Have you had enough of this?!"
There was still no expression on the traitor's face. Seeing that her hands were restrained and she struggled several times in vain, she raised her eyes and stared at her master, then snorted coldly, and suddenly the edge of a sword flashed across her eyes.
"brush!"
A sharp sword energy flashed through the narrow bedroom.
The master was stunned for a moment, then realized something. He looked down at himself and saw his clothes falling off his body piece by piece. Each piece of cloth was cut neatly by the sword energy.
The piece of cloth was blown up by the air created by the sword energy, and fluttered in this bedroom, under the moonlight, like petals, like snowflakes.
The master could not have imagined that this rebellious disciple could not afford to play with him, so when he could not defeat him, he used sword energy... or sword energy of the third realm.
"Are you crazy?!" he yelled.
The traitor snorted coldly and asked, "You are clearly moved, why are you pretending to be sober?"
His clothes were gone, and there was no hair left to hide his body. The master was speechless and his head tilted to one side in embarrassment.
The traitor imitated the technique her sister-in-law had taught her and leaned over to kiss her master, but her master turned his head away, preventing her from succeeding.
She kissed him on the cheek.
As they were kissing, she suddenly noticed a tear sliding down her master's face.
She was stunned, sat up, and saw her master crying with grievance.
** was crying, it was really heartbreaking... But she smiled evilly and snorted coldly: "Cry, cry, you can still shout. See if there is any heroine to save you!"
As she said this, she leaned down again and licked the tears on her face with the tip of her tongue.
"Tsk, it's bitter!"
Such acting skills were useless. The master immediately knew that he could not escape today and was doomed.
Whatever...
"Pull the windows and curtains." He sighed, and lay down completely, feeling hopeless. He instructed, "Also, there is a soundproofing formation..."
Under the moonlight, the **Sword Immortal smiled triumphantly, stretched out his hand and patted the alchemist on the face, and said with a smile of success: "Wouldn't it be over if you had been so honest earlier? Do you think you, an alchemist, can escape the clutches of a sword cultivator like me?"
Then, she waved her hand, and her clothes were cut into pieces by the sword energy and scattered like snowflakes. Her magic power surged again, and she pulled the curtains, blocking the spring light in the room.
The alchemist secretly activated his magic power and activated the formation in the bedroom, so that the outside world could not hear any sound or sense any breath from inside.
Just before the formation was activated, the swordsman could be heard asking foolishly, "Master, where is this place? Why can't I get in?"
Then the alchemist sneered and said, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Do it yourself..."
But what exactly happened inside? The curtains were drawn, and the sound, breath, and spiritual consciousness were all blocked, so outsiders didn't know.
However, we can roughly guess from some subtle changes. For example, Danfeng's cabin shook regularly all night, and many tiles were broken; for example, Yuchi Zhen and his mother who slept in the next room were kept awake all night by the noise, and Li An cried all night; for example, the branches and leaves of the old locust tree outside the window always moved without wind; for example, the moon in the sky was shy for some reason, and a cloud came over to cover its flushed face.
Under the Devouring Demon Willow tree, a few children were seriously discussing academic issues.
Zhuifeng sat against the Devouring Demon Willow like a human, his true tiger brows furrowed tightly. The moonlight shone through the swaying willow branches and leaves onto his face, adding a bit of depth and mystery to him.
He looked at the small wooden house that was shaking rhythmically, touched his chin with his tiger claws, and asked in a low voice: "Shiyin and Dad are fighting, who should I help?"
Long Qiqi sat on his left shoulder and watched the tiles on the roof dancing. The tiles danced and then fell off the eaves.
"Snap!" There was a crisp sound in the moonlight.
She explained aloud: "According to the laws of Northern Chu, there is a compulsory legal relationship between father and son, but not between friends. If your father is fighting with others and you don't help, oh, no, your father is in danger, and you don't help him, then you are breaking the law and will be arrested and sent to jail. But there is no such obligation to help between friends.
"Bei Chu governs the country with filial piety, so you should help your father."
"Yes!" Zhuifeng nodded in approval.
Liu Xiaoji, who was floating above Zhuifeng's head, was shaking, and his voice was trembling. He asked Zhuifeng curiously, "Why don't you go and help?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Zhuifeng looked up at Liu Xiaoji, "I know what they're saying. When I was a divine beast in Wuyi City, people often prayed to me for things like having a child, having an indestructible penis, or having a one-night stand. They're just praying to the wrong person. I'm still a child and I don't even have a wife. How can I bless them to have a child?"
He noticed that Liu Xiaoji was shaking and asked curiously, "Hey? Why are you shaking? Are you sick?"
"The main body is shaking, what can I do?" Liu Xiaoji said helplessly.
Zhuifeng turned around and found that the Devouring Demon Willow behind him was indeed shaking constantly.
"A Jindan cultivator is so terrifying!" Zhang Junyi sat next to Zhuifeng's right, feeling the shaking ground, and shook his head repeatedly in exclamation.
"You're just a little brat, what do you know?" Zhuifeng sneered when he heard that.
Zhang Junyi answered seriously: "Uncle Zhuifeng, although I am young, I have experienced a lot. When I was wandering in the human world, I saw everything. It's just the bridal chamber, why don't I understand it?"
"Tsk!" Zhuifeng snorted and said disdainfully, "No wonder you are so slow in cultivation, it turns out that your mind is full of these things. I tell you, a cultivator must cut off the ties of love, so that it will be easier to make progress. Women can only affect the speed of your claws."
Zhang Junyi opened his mouth and wanted to say something in rebuttal, but when he thought of the white dress, he couldn't say anything because that woman really affected him.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, Long Qiqi slapped Zhuifeng and said, "My apprentice, I want you to teach him?!"
Zhuifeng glanced at her and ignored her. He, a big tiger, didn't want to fight with a small snake... mainly because he was afraid that he would kill her with one claw.
"I think you should think about yourself..." Long Qiqi sneered, "When Shiyin comes out of your father's room tomorrow, should you call her mom or mother?"
"What's the big deal?" Zhuifeng muttered, not caring. "In the cultivation world, everyone has their own opinions. Why are there so many rules? Shiyin is Shiyin, and dad is dad. What's the problem?"
"Heh!" Long Qiqi folded his hands and tilted his head to one side.
Be it the Yuchi Zhen mother and son in Li Shiyin's room, the four little ones under the Devouring Demon Willow, or Tushan Youyou in the cave in the back mountain, in short, they were all disturbed and couldn't have a peaceful night.
After all, Jindan cultivators are so terrifying.
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