World Three opens its lips and tongue, asking people to pinch and play with it.
Fu You has lived in Jianxu Mountain for a long time, living in seclusion. Apart from Ying Zhong, he has almost no contact with outsiders. He has always been neither tactful nor considerate.
He certainly didn't hear the sarcasm in Sect Leader Wen's words. After a moment's thought, he said, "I've been asking along the way. Kunwu Peak is easy to find."
Wen Xuanying: ...
The man looked at him deeply, but the smile on his face returned. "You step back first."
Wen Xuanying looked at Fu You, but the disciple beside him knew the words were directed at him. He responded sensibly and left, holding the box.
When passing Fu You at the door, he couldn't help but secretly glance at the other person several times, his eyes full of admiration.
The disciple thought his actions were secretive, but he didn't know that Wen Xuanying saw all his little movements.
Wen Xuanying's grey eyes darkened, revealing a hint of coldness that was totally inconsistent with his gentle appearance.
"It's been a long time since we last met. Should I ask my senior brother to check if Junior Brother Yue's Daoist heart is damaged?" Wen Xuanying said with a faint smile.
Fu You listened and seemed to be accustomed to this kind of routine. He kept his cold brows and did not move, but just took a few steps forward.
Demons and monsters are all one family. Although it is not as extreme as that of monsters that can be killed by everyone, the status of monsters in the cultivation world is also very low.
But as the saying goes, children are innocent, and the same applies to monsters. Back then, the former leader of the Haoyue Sect saved a pitiful little rabbit demon from being transformed into a furnace in a demon cave. He aimed his sword at its vital point, but seeing the little rabbit demon's ignorant, fearless eyes, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it.
He brought the little rabbit demon Fu You back to the sect, passed on his mental skills and taught him sword skills, and concealed Fu You's demon identity and accepted him as his disciple, becoming the direct disciple of the leader of the Haoyue Sect.
There was only one thing: the demon race was obsessed with lust and was particularly prone to corruption. The previous leader had placed a cinnabar seal on Fu You's forehead. If his Yuan Yang dispersed, the cinnabar seal would disappear, proving that Fu You had broken the great taboo of lust.
In addition to this, he would personally check every year to see if the Fuyoudao Spiritual Platform was contaminated or if other restrictions had been broken.
After all, those who are not of my race must have different hearts.
Until the former sect leader passed away, this power was transferred to the new sect leader Wen Xuanying along with the seal of the leader of Haoyue Sect.
Fu You was used to it, so he stood still and removed his protective spiritual energy, hoping that Wen Xuanying would finish the battle quickly. After the inspection, he told Wen Xuanying to take Wen Zhao as his disciple.
"Senior Brother's cultivation is shallow, so he can't see clearly." However, Wen Xuanying said, "Junior Brother Yue, please come a few steps closer."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint and mysterious spiritual energy quietly spread throughout the entire hall!
Wen Xuanying knew that Fu You was blind and relied entirely on spiritual perception to discern objects. He was particularly skilled in magic arrays and illusions, and even in this area, Fu You, who focused solely on swordsmanship, was still somewhat inferior to him.
In a moment, the layout of the hall was changed silently from Fu You's perspective.
Fu You had no wariness towards the people of the Haoyue Sect, so he walked forward calmly upon hearing this. There was an extra chair in front of him, and he thought it was a change made by Wen Xuanying to facilitate inspection, so he sat down.
Wen Xuanying's eyes darkened. He used his hands to support the thin and narrow waist of the sword cultivator sitting in his arms, and his palms moved upwards along the waist without making any sound.
The touch beneath his palm was as wonderful as ever, as delicate and flexible as a willow branch. The man squeezed it lovingly through his clothes, sighing, "Junior Brother, why did you suddenly think of returning to the sect?"
Fu You's body trembled suddenly, his fingertips curled quietly, pinching the corner of his sleeve, and his frosty white hair fell softly from the side of his face, carrying a faint fragrance like cold snow, sliding strands to Wen Xuanying's chest.
The sword cultivator's expression remained calm as he said calmly, "I've accepted a new disciple. I'm registering him... woo."
Wen Xuanying withdrew his hand that had just reached into the other person's clothes, twisted his knuckles slightly, and savored the delicate touch that remained between his fingertips.
"The child waiting outside the door?" He chuckled, looking down at the beauty in his arms, his gaze as if real fell on the other's soft pale lips.
Wen Xuanying's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice sounded a little deep: "Junior Brother Yue, open your mouth."
Upon hearing this, Fu You opened his mouth obediently, "It's him...wait, uh...gently, gently!"
The man actually put two fingers together and inserted them straight into his mouth.
Fu You was suddenly terribly uncomfortable, her dense eyelashes trembling heavily beneath the restraints. Wen Xuanying held the tip of his tender, red tongue between her fingers, as if checking to see if the rabbit demon had broken its rules and eaten humans recently.
Yet, his two bony fingers recklessly invaded her mouth. His movements were brutally rough, the base of his fingers rubbing the beauty's pale lips until they swelled and reddened, nearly breaking the skin. His entire fingers were stained with a layer of glistening saliva. His movements were extremely intimate.
"No... get out..." Fu You's back suddenly stiffened, and an unbearable red crept into the corners of his eyes. He let out a low, almost sobbing gasp, raised his hand in resistance, and placed it against Wen Xuanying's chest, ready to push him away.
The hand was long and slender, white as snow, with unclear joints, like the hand of a jade statue in an ancestral hall. It was so beautiful that it did not look like the hand of a swordsman who held a sword all year round.
Wen Xuanying lowered his eyes, glanced at him, and laughed. He asked, "Junior Brother Yue, you are a great master in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, but you can't even tolerate such a small thing?"
Fu You was proud and arrogant. When he heard this, how could he allow the other party to look down on him?
His palm, tinged with a faint red, suddenly grasped the man's clothes on his chest, his whole body tensed up to the point of trembling. However, he stopped struggling.
She was clearly the world's number one swordsman who could single-handedly sweep away all the demons, but at this moment, she was easily coaxed into being held in the man's arms, with his lips and tongue open, allowing him to pinch and play with her, making her unable to hold back her saliva.
Really...
"So good." Wen Xuanying couldn't help but sigh softly, "No wonder Master liked you the most back then."
No wonder Ying Zhong's trained wolfhound was reluctant to leave, wishing he could hold the person in his mouth all the time like a bone, only then would he feel at ease.
If it weren't for the disaster on Fanghu Island, Ying Zhong would have been forced to return to the island to save the situation. His junior brother would probably be coaxed into not wanting to return to the sect for at least another ten years.
Wen Xuanying thought, his eyelashes drawn down over his dark, grey eyes. He calmly pulled his hand away from the beauty's lips and tongue. The back of his palm, having exerted force, revealed a faint outline of his muscles and bones, his fingers glistening with moisture.
The man curved his lips, a master of a sect as gentle as jade: "Junior Brother Yue, there is one last thing, can you..."
He had only said half of his words when he was suddenly interrupted by a loud "bang".
"Master, why haven't you come out yet? A Zhao misses you!" The young man in black clothes ignored the disciples outside the hall and kicked open the door, shouting in grievance.
Wen Xuanying's eyes turned cold, and he raised his sleeve to block the beautiful woman in his arms. He was about to sweep the newcomer out of the hall, but after hearing the name she called him, he suddenly stopped.
He flicked his hand, and spiritual power swept over the palace door, placing a heavy layer of restrictions on it. However, it kept Wen Zhao inside the palace.
As a result, after seeing Wen Zhao's appearance clearly, the usually eloquent Master Wen was at a loss for words.
He stared at the furious Wen Zhao for a long moment before asking, "Is this young man from Ying Zhong's...?"
"No." Of course the male protagonist and Ying Zhong have nothing to do with each other, Fu You answered decisively.
"Who are you? Let go of my master!" At the door, Wen Zhao saw the intimate posture between Wen Xuanying and Fu You and exploded instantly!
The young man's eyes turned red, and he could hardly suppress his hidden tentacles. He was about to pounce on Wen Xuanying and tear to pieces this bastard who offended his master.
Fu You sensed something was wrong and was afraid that Wen Zhao's true identity would be exposed, so he immediately raised his hand and cast a spell to immobilize him.
Wen Zhao paused in his rush towards Wen Xuanying, and fell to the ground with a bang like a stone.
Even so, he still glared fiercely at the man holding his master.
Wen Xuanying didn't quite believe Fu You's negative response. The boy and Ying Zhong looked like they were cut from the same cloth; it would be a miracle if they weren't related.
If it weren't for the cinnabar mark on Fu You's forehead, he would have suspected that the child was born to Fu You and Ying Zhong.
After all, if it was a rabbit demon...
Wen Xuanying pondered this, his gaze settling on the slender figure beneath Fu You's clothes. As a spirit creature, Wen Zhao was extremely sensitive to other people's emotions, and he instantly sensed the man's ill intentions toward his master. He thrashed on the ground like a live fish, his eyes glaring.
His eyes were fierce and full of hostility, like a puppy guarding its food. Wen Xuanying's grey eyes turned cold, and he thought:
——This face, whether it grows on the old or the young, is generally disgusting.
He held Fu You's lower back with his arm, hugging her tighter. Wen Xuanying pressed Fu You's head into his arms, a gesture full of possessiveness.
He chuckled softly, his cold grey eyes looking at Wen Zhao lying on the ground. He asked Fu You, who was imprisoned in his arms, "Junior Brother Yue, shall we continue?"
Wen Zhao looked in shock at his beautiful master, who had always resisted his touch, and actually allowed the man to put his hand into her clothes.
The moon-white dress hung loosely on Fuyou's arms, revealing her slender and beautiful upper body. Her skin was as white as jade and as smooth as fat. It seemed like a faint pearl scattering in the hall, and the outline of her bones was incredibly beautiful.
The man's big hands with distinct joints followed the beautiful ups and downs, touching down inch by inch, as if he was playing with a transparent and warm jade statue.
After a few touches, Fu You seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. Her slender body was almost completely pressed against the man's arms, her waist-length hair covering her entire back, entangled between the man's knuckles, like a winding snake, both lustful and seductive.
Wen Zhao stared in astonishment, forgetting even to struggle. His grievance and anger were gradually replaced by another emotion—a throbbing pain somewhere. A completely unfamiliar desire surged from his belly, sweeping through him like a raging fire, instantly burning through every inch of his body.
Why, Master...
Wen Xuanying noticed that the boy's gaze towards Fu You was becoming increasingly impure, and he felt unhappy. He swept out a stream of spiritual power, knocking out Wen Zhao, who was still confused.
Fu You's body stiffened, and a look of disapproval appeared on his pretended calm face. Wen Xuanying found this adorable. He suddenly asked, "Junior Brother Yue, can I kiss you?"
Fu You frowned: "An inspection too?"
"No," Wen Xuanying smiled, her voice very pure and kind: "It's just that I suddenly wanted to kiss you."
"..." Through the white veil covering his eyes, Fu You gave him a cold look. After the last step of bone-touching was completed, he straightened his clothes and stood up, covering up all the beautiful sights that were exposed.
Wen Xuanying sat there and watched, his gaze moving from Fu You's slightly swollen rosy lips to her masked eyes and eyebrows - under the white gauze, her eyelashes were as pure as piles of snow, and now they were probably wet with light traces of water, so white that they were almost transparent.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his gaze finally fell on the blood-red cinnabar mark between Fu You's eyebrows.
The man's smile suddenly deepened, and he said in a serious tone, "Since you want to enroll your disciple into the sect, according to the rules of our Haoyue Sect, you will have to undergo a test before you can be registered."
"It's up to you. I'm Yue Fuyou's disciple and I'm not afraid of being tested." Fuyou said calmly.
"Something's happened in Biluo Tianfu, and my disciple is taking people there to investigate." Wen Xuanying glanced at the unconscious Wen Zhao on the ground, a gleam of coldness and disgust flashing in his gray eyes. His smile grew even warmer. "In that case, when this nephew Wen wakes up, let's go with the team."
"You're not following?" Fu You suddenly asked.
Wen Xuanying was startled by the question, "They are all outstanding young disciples. Moreover, if Master's protection is too great, I'm afraid they will become dependent on him, and will not be able to train..."
"If you don't follow, I will." Fu You said lightly, interrupting Sect Leader Wen's long speech on training his disciples.
He only has this one disciple, and he is very precious. He cannot just feed the monster for nothing.
Wen Xuanying was stunned when he heard this.
——He didn't expect that Fu You, who had always been as indifferent as ice and snow, would attach so much importance to his disciple.
When the man looked at Wen Zhao again, his eyes were even darker.
"If you wish to go, Senior Brother has no right to stop you." Wen Xuanying paused, regaining his gentle demeanor. "But how reputable is your reputation as Snow Moon Sword Master among those monsters? I'm afraid that if you just show up in the Azure Sky Palace, they'll be terrified and wouldn't dare to make any more moves. How can the disciples spy on the monsters and train, and know their movements?"
Wen Xuanying's words were not an exaggeration.
It is said that in the demon cities outside the boundary, when the big demons want to scare the small demons, they always say "Sword Master is coming". The living general Fu Youxu will create a terrifying monk who is three meters tall and wide, and can catch one small demon at a time. He can scare the small demon into silence.
Seeing the slight hesitation on Fu You's beautiful, snow-white face, he felt relieved and continued, "Junior Brother Yue, you are a demon, immune to the art of shapeshifting. Even if you don't want to alert us, how can you follow us without being noticed?"
"Why is that so difficult?"
Fu You interrupted him.
Wen Xuanying looked at the sword cultivator in confusion.
But the slender and cold beauty disappeared in the blink of an eye. Wen Xuanying's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and he was about to look around for her.
The palm of my hand suddenly felt heavy.
He realized something, his expression froze slightly, and he lowered his eyes.
——The gray pupils narrowed instantly.
In his palm, a white, fluffy ball turned around and faced him, its snow-white fur so long that it covered its eyes.
Noticing the man's gaze, Xuetuanzi raised one of his drooping long ears, shook it lightly, and gave Wen Xuanying a cold greeting, very much in the style of a swordsman.
Wen Xuanying:?
Wen Xuanying: "Wait, wait..."
Wen Xuan's English was incoherent and he was shocked.
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