Chapter 2 Jinlian couldn't tell who was forcing whom
Master Juezhen Jianzun has accepted five direct disciples in total. The eldest brother is He Wujiu, who was entrusted to him by master's friend before he passed away. Initially, he had no spiritual roots and was laughed at by other peaks of Qingyun Sect. Later, the eldest brother won the championship in an immortal sect competition and slapped everyone in the face. Only then did they know that he was not without spiritual roots, but had a rare double spiritual roots.
It fits the pattern of the cool novels about cultivating immortals and upgrading.
Fen Jingfeng practices swordsmanship, and He Wujiu, as the male protagonist in the male-oriented immortal cultivation upgrade flow, naturally has become the leader of swordsmanship from the initial waste.
The second senior brother: Li Changming, is a prince of a fallen country in the mortal world. He was pitied by the master and accepted as a disciple. Although he is not as talented as the eldest senior brother, he is also extremely gifted.
Junior Sister: Guan Qingyun, the disciple accepted by the master at the same time as her when the master was traveling outside.
The last one is the junior fellow disciple who was accepted not long ago: Pu Yuemin.
Mingyueyi thought about it in her mind before opening the door.
As soon as the door opened, the cold air in the room covered her skin, causing tiny goose bumps to appear.
The temperature is extremely low, like an ice cave. When you walk inside, you can almost breathe out white mist if you open your mouth.
Why is it so cold?
Ming Yueyi suddenly thought of the snake cave in Baihua Valley, which was as damp and cold as here. No wonder his junior brother vomited blood.
Because she came in suddenly, everyone in the room looked at her.
Ming Yueyi walked in, his peripheral vision only catching sight of the white-robed Sword Master sitting in front of him, and before he could see the other two people clearly, he bowed his head and saluted.
"Meet the Master."
The master nodded and asked her when she came back.
Ming Yueyi stood up and replied, "Less than an hour had passed. I was just thinking of returning the things I borrowed from my senior brother when I received a summons from Master. I wonder what Master wants to see me about?"
The master turned his head and looked towards the inner room. "I sent you here because I thought you hadn't met my junior brother yet. So today is a good opportunity for you to meet him. Wujiu is currently clearing his spiritual roots. You should go in and help him."
"yes."
Ming Yueyi walked towards the inner room, lifted the ice glass curtain that had been hung down like a curtain, raised her eyes and met the gaze of the young man inside.
The young man leaning on the transparent ice bed was very handsome, with a slender figure. His long black hair, which was held up with a red hairband, fell from the ice bed to the ground, like spilled black ink.
She saw him startled slightly.
"Why is Junior Sister here?"
The gentle voice of her senior brother came, interrupting her gaze.
Ming Yueyi turned away and looked at the handsome young man sitting beside the bed: "Master asked me to come in and see him."
That was her senior brother, He Wujiu. As the male protagonist, he was naturally extremely outstanding in both talent, strength, and appearance. Unlike the beauty of a young boy, He Wujiu's facial features were deep and beautiful, and he looked like a banished immortal from Zuiyu Tuishan Mountain.
Seeing her coming over, He Wujiu retracted his spiritual power and made room for her to sit down. "I don't see anything wrong with him. Use Fusheng to see if Junior Brother has been possessed by an evil spirit."
Ming Yueyi nodded and sat down, looking at the young man who was sealed in the barrier on the ice bed. He was as slender and fragile as an ice butterfly placed in a transparent cabinet for people to admire.
I couldn't help but ask, "What happened to him?"
Was Pu Yuemin also so fragile before?
She seemed unable to remember.
He Wujiu shook his head: "I don't know, Master said he suddenly vomited blood just now."
Ordinary disciples would not be so nervous if their master suddenly vomited blood, let alone was seriously injured and only half dead.
He asked the eldest brother to clear the spiritual roots for him, and summoned her to use her life-saving magic weapon to see if there was any evil spirit entering his body.
This is indeed a treatment only for geniuses.
Mingyueyi nodded: "I understand."
Seeing that she agreed, He Wujiu thought that she would need Fusheng later, so he left the place to her and turned to leave.
After he left, Mingyueyi turned to look at the young man with drooping eyelids on the ice bed, and thought about what happened in her first life.
But we are too far apart to remember what kind of person this junior brother is.
I only remember that he was kind and treated others well, and everyone in the sect liked him very much.
In order to make the young man familiar with life, Mingyueyi wanted to break the barrier and touch his wrist.
However, just as his fingertips entered the barrier, they were suddenly grasped by the young man inside.
It's so cold, not warm at all.
Mingyueyi shivered from the cold and subconsciously looked up at the young man in the barrier.
The young man who was originally sitting reclining was now in a lazy posture, staring at her with his long, thick black eyelashes raised. Although there was no expression on his face, and he gave people a sense of cold obedience in his silence, she still inexplicably saw a flash of smile in his eyes.
It wasn't a smile, but a crazy laugh hidden under a pretty and harmless appearance.
But in fact, the boy didn't even raise his lips.
Ming Yueyi also noticed that the boy had a pair of narrow eyes with long eyebrows and a high nose, and the pupils were slightly upright.
Like snake pupils.
But when Mingyueyi blinked again, the upright pupils seemed to turn into normal round pupils again.
Was she mistaken, or had she just left Hundred Flower Valley and still not recovered from the snake demons?
"Don't be afraid, my name is Mingyueyi, and I'm your third senior sister. I just came back from outside. Master told me that you were unwell, so I came to see you." Mingyueyi thought that he was so nervous because he had never seen her before.
But after she finished speaking, the boy still didn't speak, just staring at her, without even his eyelashes trembling for a moment.
Mingyueyi felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, especially the hand that was holding her wrist, which was not only pale and transparent, but also as cold as a corpse frozen in ice.
Seeing that he remained silent, she withdrew her hand.
The boy who had struggled free lowered his long black eyelashes gently, leaned on the bed and stretched his head towards her, as obedient as a puppy waiting to be petted.
Mingyue Yi sacrifices to Fu Sheng.
Fusheng is a golden lotus, a magical instrument used to hide the inner elixir. It has been in her body for many years and has become connected with her body.
When the golden lotus fell on his forehead, she shivered all over from the cold and subconsciously wanted to escape, but she felt confused and implanted the golden lotus directly into his spiritual palace in a trance.
As soon as he entered, Mingyueyi couldn't help biting his lower lip and groaning, "Hmm..."
It's so hot.
The temperature of his soul was completely different from that of his body. It was hot, so hot that she had the illusion of being in a sea of fire, and along with the heat there was an indescribable numbness.
It felt like being stung by an ant in the heart, painful and itchy, and my whole body felt swollen and sore.
No...that's not right.
Ming Yueyi raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at the clueless boy in front of her with a flushed face, wanting to pull Fu Sheng out of his soul.
But as soon as he moved, he convulsed and curled up on the ice bed, his thin ankles exposed from under the wide robe, and his originally cold and bloodless skin turned visibly pink.
"Uh...huh..."
"Don't use your spiritual power." Mingyueyi panted and grabbed his hand, almost crying.
She just wanted to check his spiritual palace to see if he had been contaminated by anything unclean, but she didn't expect that he also activated his spiritual power the moment she entered.
A simple check-in has now turned into a spiritual connection.
It's still unclear who is forcing whom.
Thinking that her master and eldest senior brother were outside, and she was inside at a vulnerable moment with the junior brother she had just met, she actually did such a thing.
Ming Yueyi's legs went so weak that she slid off the chair and fell to the ground. She barely managed to regain some composure by lying on the edge of his ice bed, but she was now too weak to muster the energy to draw the lotus.
The longer she was wrapped in his spiritual power, the softer she became. She bit her lower lip with rapid breathing and dived into the barrier around him.
However, her cultivation level was still able to maintain her composure.
But the young man in front of her, who had just started practicing, did not seem to have as good concentration as her. His cold hands seemed unable to resist the pleasure in his body, and he pulled her up from the bed and pressed her under him.
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