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Although Tan Taipei had always cherished the memory of his Daoist partner who had gone from disciple to master, he still found it hard to believe when he heard Nan Qing respond with "okay."
"Master...I want to kiss you."
He wanted to confirm whether his master's "okay" was just a lie.
Looking into his eyes, Nan Qing smiled:
"It doesn't hurt anymore?"
"Who was it that kept telling me he was in pain?"
Ignoring her, Tan Taipei moved his hand to his master's waist, pulled her close, and pressed her tightly against him. His cool lips brushed against her earlobe, and he said, word by word:
"Master...don't you want to taste the child you raised?"
Every word he uttered felt like a hook, gently scratching at Nan Qing's heart.
Nan Qing's breath hitched, and she thought to herself, "When did this little brat learn such seductive tricks?"
but……
She lowered her head, her red lips touching Tan Taipei's lips, then quickly pulled away.
"You believe me?"
But Taipei held her even tighter, his eyes fixed on her, and said playfully:
"Too fast... Master, just one more kiss and I'll believe you..."
"Give an inch and you'll want a mile."
Nan Qing gently scolded him, but still granted his wish and kissed him again.
Unlike the first time, Tan Taipei didn't freeze up immediately. Instead, he grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her more deeply.
At first, Nan Qing led her, but then he gradually took the lead. He was just like before, even when it was just a kiss, he was aggressive, a bit domineering and a bit rough, but his movements would soften from time to time, so that she never felt uncomfortable.
Nan Qing was also overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, her body gradually relaxed, and she involuntarily responded to his deep affection.
Both of them were immersed in the tender kiss, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.
When their emotions ran deep, Tan Taibei turned her around and half-lay on Nanqing's body, kissing her from the corner of her lips all the way to her ear and neck.
"Master...this disciple is in pain..."
"Are your injuries really healed?"
"Um....."
"If Master kisses me more, it will be fine..."
"But can you?"
Tan Taipei paused, then immediately switched places with Nan Qing again, ripped off his own sash, grabbed her hand, placed it on his bare chest, and stared intently at her.
"Then, Master, would you please teach me?"
Nan Qing smiled: "Then how would you like me to teach you?"
He kept pulling the person closer to him, a dark fire burning in his eyes. Hearing this, he suppressed the restlessness within him and said slowly:
"This disciple is dull-witted and needs Master to teach me step by step."
Nan Qing supported himself on the side of his neck with one hand, while the other hand moved inch by inch over his body, looking at his slightly trembling appearance with great satisfaction.
"Then you'd better study hard."
Tan Taipei's eyes were already somewhat dazed, but when she leaned over, he tilted his head back.
Amidst the tangled black hair, he vaguely heard his master whisper in his ear:
"Close your eyes."
The warm breeze still blows outside the window, while inside, spring is in full bloom.
Having developed a taste for it, Tan Taibei was clearly no longer as awkward and inexperienced as before. He pressed his master, whom he had longed for day and night for two years, between their legs, rubbing against her, taking her again and again...
It wasn't until Qinghe Zhenren's seventh transmission talisman arrived that Nanqing finally kicked Tantai Bei off the bed again.
"Taipei Tan, if you continue to act so recklessly, I'll throw you out of Ling Shuang Peak!"
But in the past few days, Taipei seems to have discovered some trick, becoming incredibly shameless.
He climbed onto the bed again, rubbing against her and coaxing her softly. His clingy behavior was almost unbearable for Nan Qing herself. Finally, she used her spiritual power to bind him, quickly dressed, and ran away without looking back...
Nan Qing rushed all the way to Zhengqing Peak, completely unaware of the several marks that were showing on her neck.
When Master Qinghe saw Nanqing, even though he was several hundred years old, his eyes turned red instantly.
After Junior Uncle went to the Demon Realm, he disappeared for five whole days. He led his men into the Demon Realm, only to hear that Demon Lord Xue Shaoqiu and the Demon Clan's young master had both been killed by Junior Uncle...
Where is he? He's vanished!
If he dares to lose his junior uncle, will he even survive after ascending to the upper realm?!
"Junior Uncle!! You're finally back!!!"
"Ahem... Speak properly! What kind of behavior is this!"
The exaggerated tone made Nan Qing blush, recalling the absurdity of the past few days. Ling Shuang Peak was under a restriction placed on it by her, preventing anyone but her and Tan Taibei from entering. Therefore, he was completely unaware that he had actually been within the sect the entire time…
Upon hearing this familiar reprimand, Qinghe immediately restrained himself somewhat, but the grievance in his eyes was impossible to hide.
For hundreds of years, this kind of fear and dread has been staged every now and then. In the entire cultivation world, there is probably no sect leader who is more frustrated than him.
He took out a cup of spiritual tea and placed it next to Nan Qing, then began his usual rambling.
"Junior Uncle, where have you been this time?"
"Could you send me a message next time? Sending a message with a sound transmission talisman wouldn't take much time, would it?"
"Why don't you ascend to heaven sooner? Your master and grandmaster are definitely waiting for you to go up."
"Don't worry, I will definitely keep a close eye on your disciple and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble..."
"I will also seal off Ling Shuang Peak for you, preventing anyone from approaching..."
"I will also take good care of your spiritual plants and make the best use of them..."
"By the way, Uncle-Master, please remember to save those treasures that the Upper Realm can't use for me, like the Taixu Mirror, the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Burning Heaven Fan, and the Gathering..."
Master Qinghe grew happier and happier as he counted, as if he could already see his junior uncle ascending to the upper realm and leaving behind all the treasures he had coveted for hundreds of years...
Just as he was completely absorbed in his fantasy, a cold voice extinguished his illusions.
"Qinghe, I think you're itching for a beating. Do you want your uncle to loosen your skin?"
Master Qinghe suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
His first thought was of the old monster from the Xuantian Sect who was pinned to the ground by his junior uncle and couldn't move.
He then recalled his trip to the Demon Realm, where the demon guardians indignantly described how his junior uncle had extracted the soul of someone's son right in front of the Demon Lord...
Thinking of this, Qinghe thought to himself, "My life is in grave danger!!"
Before he could even open his mouth to beg for mercy, Tan Taibei's voice came from outside the hall.
"Master, why did you run off so fast? You've left me behind again..."
Master Qinghe instantly became serious, reverting to the dignified and righteous Qingyun Sect Master he always was in front of others.
But he didn't notice that his junior uncle's body suddenly stiffened when he heard Tan Taipei's voice, and even his expression was somewhat indescribable.
Tan Taibei entered the hall and first greeted Nanqing and Qinghe Zhenren respectfully before approaching Nanqing.
Upon approaching, he naturally took the teacup from Nanqing's hand, then took out a spirit jade cup from his storage ring and placed it in her palm.
“How can Master drink such coarse spiritual tea?”
Qinghe: "..."
He looked down at the teacup in his hand. It was made from the thousand-year-old Xuefeng Lingcha tea tree. It was very rough.
Must this pair of sworn enemies, master and disciple, really try to influence his resolve on the path to enlightenment?!
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