On the day Yan Xing met Wei Jingfeng, it had been raining in Lueyang for half a month. The autumn wind and rain make people depressed.
The entire Flower Street was immersed in the misty water vapor. It was not yet nightfall and there were no colorful lights or red silks. Only a few girls holding umbrellas walked through the alley from time to time. They held up the hem of their skirts with one hand and carefully walked around the water pool on the bluestone slabs. Their figures were light and graceful, and the corners of their skirts fluttered in the wind and rain.
There were no lights on in Chunxiu Tower, and the only light was from the wide-open wooden windows and the brazier in the hall. There were all kinds of people drinking, often seven or eight of them gathered around a table, speaking dialects from all over the place, and the sound of laughter and scolding filled the hall.
The young man by the window, wearing white clothes and carrying a sword, sitting alone at the table makes people feel that he is very elegant.
As for the kid in the corner, with rags and messy hair and a knife on his back, although he was dressed like a knight-errant, he looked more like a street thug because of his childish face. Sitting alone in such a situation, he looked lonely and miserable. He seemed unaware of it and ordered a jar of the cheapest Xifeng Lie with a dish of vinegar-soaked peanuts, drinking it with relish.
Suddenly, a clear female voice sounded, breaking the hustle and bustle, "Sir, you haven't paid for your drinks yet."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the pretty girl behind the counter standing up, her almond-shaped eyes wide open. The six or seven big men who had already walked to the door also stopped, burst into laughter, and turned around cursing.
There were also merchants who were drinking and chatting in the hall. At this time, they began to gasp. The nervous look infected the other drinkers who didn't know what was going on. The big men with big faces were obviously satisfied with their own deterrence and the current dead silence. They walked towards the counter, and someone kicked over a table halfway. The strong energy shot out, and the wooden table was broken into pieces.
As if it was some kind of customary signal, the drinkers threw away their cups and rushed out the door in panic. The hall was empty in a blink of an eye.
The leading burly man had already walked to the counter, smiling broadly, "You are ignorant, I don't mind, but I'm afraid my brothers won't agree, what do you say we should do?"
There was another round of laughter, accompanied by all kinds of dirty words. The thin girl didn't say anything, as if she was scared. The counter was about to be chopped open by a machete, and tragedy was about to happen, but today was destined to be different.
"What should I do if I have to pay for drinks?"
It turned out to be the gangster who was sitting alone, standing in front of the counter. His presence was so low that no one noticed when he came.
The bandits in Panlong Ridge had seen the world and practiced some simple body-building exercises, so they could tell at a glance whether the opponent was a tough one. If he was a cultivator, his aura and pressure would be different from that of ordinary people.
At this time, he spat fearlessly, "Where did you come from, you bastard? Get lost."
Yan Xing did not roll away. Instead, he dodged the oncoming fist and was about to reach out to draw his knife.
Before he touched the hilt of the knife, he suddenly felt a breeze behind him. A kite jumped onto the wine table, using the knife in its sheath as a stick, and hit the man in the chest with a backhand strike. The man collided with the bandit leader's fist again and was hit hard. Yan Xing jumped up and down, fighting between them like a fish, and all the wine jars and cups were used by him like open and hidden arrows.
He used the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, and his body movements were flexible, seemingly very cool, but unfortunately he was outnumbered and soon he saw blood, was pinned to the ground, and kicked in the chest.
"You bastard! If you call me grandpa, I'll spare your life today..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Xing spat a mouthful of blood foam at him.
The bandits were enraged, and without using knives, they kicked harder and harder, ready to beat the man to death. Miss Luhua took out a sword from the secret compartment of the counter, rolled up her sleeves and was ready to attack.
“Zheng——”
With the sound of breaking wind, the bandit leader fell backwards. A wooden chopstick was firmly nailed into his Dazhui acupoint. Looking closely again, the forgotten young man in white had put down the wine bowl and was holding the remaining chopstick in his hand.
Yan Xing forced himself to open his eyes. He couldn't see the man's face in the bloodshot. He only heard one sentence, "The Desolate Sword."
He thought to himself, what the hell is this?
The bandits rushed forward, their machetes wielding fiercely. The young man took another chopstick from the chopstick holder without even raising his eyelids, and said, "I want to spend the rest of my life in captivity."
Yan Xing tried his best but still couldn't stand up. He half-knelt on the ground with the knife in his hand and spat out blood, muttering to himself, "Can't you just concentrate on the fight? Is it time to recite poetry now?"
"Yellow leaves are still blowing in the wind, and the brothel is still playing music."
The wind and rain outside the window blew in, and the young man stood up slowly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.
After he finished reciting these two sentences, the bandits rushed right in front of him, so he rolled up his sleeves and started beating them.
There was no elegance at all when he recited poetry, but instead he fought with such ferocious force that every punch hit the flesh, and the cries of pain and pleas for mercy echoed throughout Chunxiu Tower.
Wei Jingfeng didn't use his true energy or sword energy, but relied solely on his physical strength to knock down this group of rabble, making them lie on the ground, breathing more in than out, which was troublesome but satisfying.
Then he glanced at the kneeling thug and stretched out his hand to pull him up. Yan Xing didn't know what was going on, but the man was able to pull him up. A strong and unstoppable aura flowed into his veins, and his whole body was no longer painful.
Miss Luhua served them a jar of wine and went to clean up the mess with the iron lock.
Yan Xing still hadn't come back to his senses. Just now he even thought he was going to die. Seeing him like this, Wei Jingfeng, as an elder, couldn't help but tell him some life lessons. "That little girl has already entered the threshold of cultivation, and she is more than capable of dealing with a few people from all walks of life. But she couldn't do anything when there were guests in the building. She waited to scare the guests away so that she could teach them a lesson behind closed doors. You are so nosy and don't even think about it. How dare you open a store on this street without any skills or backing?"
After saying this, he had the illusion for the first time that he was a really good person.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xing did not feel any regret, but asked, "Whether I take action or not is my business. Whether she has the ability or not is none of my business."
The Sword Master was happy, thinking that this boy was quite interesting. It was rare to see such a fool follow his heart regardless of the consequences.
He was always reckless, and blurted out, "I'll take you in as my apprentice."
"Why?"
The Sword Master poured himself a bowl of wine and said, "There is a saying that goes, 'Minor injustices in the heart can be eliminated by wine, but the great injustices in the world can only be eliminated by swords.' Follow me and learn some skills, so that when you see injustice on the road in the future, you can go and seek death."
Yan Xing looked at the exquisite short sword on the other party's waist and grinned, "The sword is the gentleman's weapon of all weapons, but unfortunately there are more hypocrites than true gentlemen in this world. I don't want to practice sword, nor do I want to be a gentleman. I want to learn the sword and be a hero."
"Who says you have to be a gentleman to wield a sword? A knife or a sword is just an implement. You can learn whatever you want to learn as my apprentice."
Yan Xing thought, I can see that you are very capable and not an ordinary person, but I haven’t agreed yet, so how can I become your apprentice?
Also, you are at most about my age, how come you are an 'old man'?
He also poured himself a bowl and said, "After talking for so long, I still don't know what to call you, Your Excellency?"
If the other person didn't have similar personalities with him and they didn't have a pleasant chat, he wouldn't bother asking.
"Wei Jingfeng."
Yan Xing almost fell to his knees, doubting for a moment that he had heard wrongly, "What?"
The young man slammed the dagger on the table, "Some people also call me the Sword Saint."
Yan Xing always felt that he was lucky.
When he was young, he worshipped the Sword Saint and became his true master, even though the master was completely different from the legend. After entering the Dao, he did many things that others thought were suicidal, but he didn't die. He even managed to save his life under Lin Yuangui's Shuoyue Sword.
But even many years later, he was still confused: The master was obviously not a scholar, so why did he quote from scriptures and recite poems when he met him that day?
How could he know that, on that day, the dean had calculated the exact location of the two stars. The Sword Saint came back from the academy, had a quarrel with the dean, listened to a lot of poetry, and was so depressed that he had no way to vent it. When he was drinking to relieve his sorrow, he happened to see him, and also saw the shadow of his own youth, passionate, stupid, and brave.
Yan Xing said that whether I take action or not is my business, but whether she has the ability or backing is none of my business. Wei Jingfeng thinks that what choice I make is my business, but how the heaven arranges it is none of my business.
That's how it should be.
The cause and effect in the world are hard to explain. Yan Xing thought that it was the Sword Saint who saved his life, but he didn't know that he had also helped the Sword Saint.
Many years have passed and it is raining again in autumn. They are still drinking and watching girls in Chunxiu Tower. The street thug has become a free and unrestrained hero, and the young man in white is still a teenager.
After Yin Biyue fell into a drunken stupor, Wei Jingfeng talked a lot with Yan Xing. He talked about the Falling Star Abyss, the Sword Tomb, and the Fate Star Track. At first, he slammed the table and scolded him, "You are so troublesome. For someone like you, nine lives are not enough to die."
Finally, he said, "But please don't change it..."
When Yin Biyue sobered up, Wei Jingfeng got up and left without any reluctance.
The trip to Yan made him drunk for half a month. Fortunately, Wei Jingfeng came back after surviving a near-death experience. All the words he said became daily teachings, not his last words.
Yan Xingcai could bring up the past without any shadow: "Hey, my master said that for someone like me, nine lives would not be enough to die."
Song Tang was stunned for a moment, "The Sword Saint is right."
Yan Xing turned to look at him, his eyes full of smiles, "Is that right? In fact, there is another sentence behind it, 'After I leave, I will find someone to deal with you.' Is this sentence correct?"
"That... is also true." Having said this, Song Tang hurriedly said goodbye, "I haven't finished reading today's official documents. I'm sorry to leave you, Brother Daoist Yan."
He jumped down from the tree and walked towards the main hall of Qinglu. The man's low laughter came from behind him.
The night was dim and the shadows of the trees were dancing. Even if a disciple saw the serious master chatting with a drunkard on a tree, he would think that he was seeing things.
Climbing Qinglu Mountain at night is something that happens once but never twice.
No one could figure out the cause and effect, not even Yan Xing himself knew what was going on.
The third disciple of the Sword Master is a recognized playboy.
When he became famous as a teenager, he was unrestrained and unrestrained, and drank freely while holding a sword. His pair of spring water peach blossom eyes attracted many innocent girls. But everyone who has seen him knows that he is neither sentimental nor promiscuous. Sometimes, he is even a little dull and does not understand romance.
What a shame.
So when people heard that Yan Xing flirted with the young master of Song and had his legs broken, their first reaction was not "Is it true? I don't believe it", but "I've finally waited for this day!" They watched the excitement and told others about it, and were happier than their own breakthrough in seclusion. Later, Yan Xing got drunk and boldly said that he was "sweeter". This made the incident even more heated, and everyone knew about it.
The Qinglu Sword Sect advocates hard work, strict self-discipline and a high reputation. Song Tang chased and fled with him, running across most of the southern continent.
At that time, Yan Xing felt that he was particularly wronged. It was all because of drinking and rumors. He was not a scoundrel at all. When the misunderstanding was resolved, the two sides sat down and talked properly, fought side by side when the demon army invaded, and had a long talk after the battle, he finally realized that he was indeed a gangster.
Whenever he saw Song Tang, he wanted to do something stupid. The irrefutable facts were before him, and no matter how strong the alcohol was, it couldn't be blamed.
For this reason, he did not go to see Song Tang for a while. When he was upset, he would fight with his eldest brother and his fourth brother. He went down the mountain to travel around and find new and interesting things to do. After a while, he realized that it was not going to work. Sooner or later, he would become a mental obstacle on the road to enlightenment. So if he really wanted to see him, he would go and see him, and follow his heart.
He didn't do anything, he just thought about it, he's not that bad. Yan Xing thought so. Duan Chongxuan saw something and laughed at him for being a coward.
The days went on like this. The years passed quickly.
Until Yan Xing wandered around the Central Continent and met Chen Yi at the foot of Lianjian Mountain. This was not the first time they met, but it was different from the previous chance encounters where they nodded to each other. Chen Yi said that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, and since they were both practicing the Dao of the Sword, he was willing to fight with him.
Yan Xing readily agreed.
The news spread quickly. The meeting of Duan Shui and Shuang Lan, the two most powerful swordsmen in the world, was truly a grand event in the cultivation world.
Yan Xing is at a higher level and became famous earlier, while Chen Yi is making rapid progress and has immeasurable potential. The last time the two of them fought could be traced back to decades ago, and now no one dares to assert their combat power.
Regardless of whether they practiced sword or not, whether they practiced spiritual cultivation or martial arts, they were all looking forward to this battle that was destined to go down in history. As a result, coupled with the special identities of the two, it was troublesome to determine the location. Whether it was determined in the Central Continent where Lianjian was located, or in the Western Continent where Cangya was located, it seemed unfair. The forces in the Eastern Continent were divided, and the Emperor of the Northern Continent had an old friendship with Cangya Mountain.
Finally, we had to settle in Nanlu. It was well-organized, and could accommodate a large number of practitioners who came after hearing the news. The formations were complete and well-prepared. After thinking about it, Yecheng was the best. The foot of Chongming Mountain was the best.
Sect Leader Qu chose a good place and sent a letter to Cangyashan. He couldn't help but sigh as he turned around, "I should be happy for you to have a breakthrough."
Chen Yi hugged her from behind, "Why are you worried? It's just a competition, not a life-and-death duel."
"Yecheng, Chongming Mountain, I never thought I'd see you again one day."
Yin Biyue sighed.
Luo Mingchuan smiled and said, "I wonder if the yard by Qiu Lake is still there."
Yan Xing was speechless because of the two people's sarcasm. "I am the one who wants to fight, not to let you revisit the old place and experience the road of love again."
Duan Chongxuan was playing with birds in the Imperial Garden, "Yecheng, do you want to go? Yes, the one you've been to. If you want to go, beg me."
Luan Er shrank his body and rolled around in his palm.
A group of palace servants stood far away, with their heads lowered and their eyes dropped, not daring to make a sound.
"Brother, will you go and see it? Many people in the sect want to go."
In private, Cheng Tianyu never called Master Song Tang "Master".
Song Tang sat at his desk, writing non-stop, "I've been busy lately, so I probably won't go."
Cheng Tianyu could not hide his disappointment, "... Then Senior Brother Zhong and I will take people to see it, and come back to tell you about it!"
Song Tang responded. After the people left, he looked at it again, and found that the handwriting was messy and the words did not express his meaning. He was disappointed. The day before the battle, Zhongshan personally went to the main hall to ask him if he wanted to go to watch the battle, but Song Tang still said he would not go.
But that night, he finally came down the mountain and went to the most famous restaurant within a hundred miles of Qinglu Mountain.
Yan Xing never acted like a great practitioner.
He drank happily and talked about anything. He had friends all over the world. If he didn't want to drink alone, there was always someone to accompany him. Just like at this moment, the entire second floor was full of people chatting and laughing around him. Young masters from aristocratic families, wanderers from the underworld, all with their own backgrounds, it was very lively.
Just as they were talking about the twelve ways to drink 'Fu Sheng Huan', someone suddenly stood up in a hurry and bowed, "Master Song."
Everyone looked at him, speechless for a moment. Song Tang had been in charge of Qinglu for many years, and the gentleness he had when he was the eldest disciple had long faded, leaving only awe-inspiring righteousness and natural power. He was dressed in a splash-ink landscape robe, a jade crown to tie his hair, and his whole person showed meticulous rigor and uprightness, which was out of place in the flashy restaurant.
Everyone present looked at Yan Xing's face and knew that he had been hunted by Patriarch Song before. Although the matter was eventually dropped, there was still an old grudge between the two of them. So they greeted each other and dispersed quietly.
In a blink of an eye, the noise disappeared, and only two people were left on the second floor. Yan Xing and Song Tang looked at each other in silence.
Song Tang didn't expect that everyone had left as soon as he arrived, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
The other party was drinking with friends, and his sudden arrival really spoiled the mood. If Yan Xing asked him "What are you doing here?" at this time, he would turn around and leave immediately.
But Yan Xing didn't ask anything. He just smiled and said, "Come and sit down."
Song Tang breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have an appointment to fight someone tomorrow. Instead of meditating and regulating my breathing, I come here..."
He regretted his first words after he sat down. He was not the other party's senior master, so why did he say such words to discipline him? He still remembered that Yan Xing hated being disciplined by irrelevant people the most. The reason why he drew his sword to cut off the water was that someone was holding the airs of an elder to teach him a lesson.
"I have overstepped my bounds, please do not blame me, Fellow Daoist Yan."
Yan Xing was originally very happy, but he couldn't help but frown when he heard this, "I just don't understand, why do you keep calling me Fellow Daoist Yan?"
If he felt that he couldn't call him Senior Brother Yan, he could just call him by his name. It would be so uncomfortable to hear him calling him Fellow Daoist. But the other party had finally taken the initiative to find him, and it was pointless to dwell on such trivial matters. He smiled in relief and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. What have you been busy with recently?"
This sentence sounds like a casual question, but Yan Xing really wants to know.
Song Tang was always rigorous and answered everything seriously: "Recently, more than ten families in Nanlu wanted to negotiate with Qinglu to discuss the resources for the next fifty years. They asked Qinglu to leave a communication formation in their mansions and properties for protection. I am reviewing the agreement documents. If there are any problems, I will reply to discuss them. If there are no problems, I will stamp them and hand them over to the elders in the sect to arrange the formation. There is another thing. It is rumored that a rare treasure has appeared in the westernmost part of Nanlu. Many scattered cultivators have gathered at the foot of Qinglu Mountain to petition, hoping that Qinglu will take the lead in exploring the treasure, one is to protect their own safety, and the other is to solve the uneven distribution..."
He said a lot, and in the end he felt that it was all trivial and boring. It was hard for Yan Xing to still listen seriously.
Song Tang finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you understand all I'm saying?"
“I don’t understand.”
"Then what are you laughing at?"
What's so funny?
Yan Xing looked at him steadily, her eyes full of romance, "I'm happy that you're talking to me."
Song Tang's mind flickered, he avoided his gaze, stood up and left, "You've drunk too much."
Yan Xing stood up slowly, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the person back.
Song Tang was caught off guard and bumped into his arms, subconsciously trying to draw his sword. However, the opponent's realm pressure suddenly erupted, pushing him back two steps and locking him tightly in the corner. The pressure was like a strong wind passing through, and the wooden window automatically closed with a clang. The wine cup on the table fell, shattering all over the floor.
The kiss was just a taste, and it carried the sharp aroma of wine, which made the Song Sect Master, who never drank, blush. The other party still refused to let go, and the hot breath sprayed all over his ears, numbing and numb.
"I'm just drunk, go ahead and hit me. Which leg do you want to break this time?"
Song Tang was so angry that he was shaking. He used all his energy and drew his sword halfway, but suddenly stopped because the man said, "I have a duel after daybreak. I can't delay my promise. If you beat me to death tonight, I will die tomorrow."
After saying that, he really dispersed his pressure, and the empty door opened without any defense, and just leaned over to kiss him. Master Song hesitated for a moment, and was pressed against the wall and bullied.
At the end, he licked his lips and sighed contentedly, "...It's really sweet."
"presumptuous!"
"Don't look at me like that. I'm afraid I can't help myself."
The Song Sect Master was usually so imposing that ordinary people dared not approach him. Unfortunately, his eyes were wet and his face was flushed. His originally meticulous Taoist robe and hair were messed up, which made him look very charming in the eyes of the lecher. Song Tang could no longer bear it and hit him with his sword sheath, but he still remembered to control his position. Yan Xing groaned after being hit, and retreated, listening to his lecture with a smile.
"What are you thinking about? When a warrior is about to fight, he must avoid being impatient and impatient, and even more so, he must avoid being tempted! Many years ago, I saw Chen Yi use his sword. His talent and potential are one in a million. You can't underestimate the enemy and be arrogant. Even if the gap in realm is insurmountable, there has never been a fight without any unexpected changes..."
"You're done?"
"Um……"
"Are you calm now?"
Song Tang glared at him again.
The moonlight fell on them through the window lattice, and the sound of night watchmen came from the street. Yan Xing glanced at the sky and said, "If I don't hurry to Yecheng, it will be too late."
"You should have gone a long time ago."
Yan Xing wanted to say, "Wait for me to come back," but in the end he just straightened the other person's clothes. He opened the window on the second floor and jumped down. He seemed to be very cool, but he didn't dare to look back.
A moment later, I heard someone say from the restaurant, "Don't come back if you can't win."
Yan Xing laughed out loud. With that being said, how could they not win?
Song Tang sat down.
The empty restaurant was in a mess, and the half-bowl of wine left by the other party reflected the moonlight, and also his face. He picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste went into his throat, and he immediately choked and coughed repeatedly.
Song Tang laughed at himself. He often wondered what Yan Xing saw in him.
If it was just a whim, how come the novelty hasn't worn off even after so many years? In terms of talent, character and appearance, he is not unparalleled in the world; in terms of status, the head of Qinglu Sword Sect is indeed in a high position.
But Yan Xing doesn't care about these things. He has no idea what the other party cares about.
"I heard that the sunrise at Tianxin Cliff in Cangya Mountain is extremely spectacular?"
"It is indeed spectacular... but after seeing it so many times, it always looks the same. Speaking of sunrise, when the sun rises over the nameless peak at the easternmost border of East Continent, it seems like you can touch the sun with your hand."
"So, sunrise is the best in East Continent?"
Yan Xing leaned against the tree and tilted his head to look at him, "The most spectacular, but not the best... Once I was crossing the sea alone in a boat and encountered a beast tide. I fought all the way from the floating sea to the shore. It happened to be the time when the sun and the moon changed, so it was the best."
Whenever talking about topics like these, Song Tang always felt that compared with the magnificent wonders and life-and-death adventures, he was really a dull and boring person.
Yan Xing is different. He is like a goshawk, able to fly over high mountains and steep cliffs. Cangya and Qinglu can't hold him back either.
When the sky was slightly bright, Sect Master Song walked out of the restaurant. The morning breeze was refreshing, and he took a long breath, leaving all his feelings behind, and walked forward.
If he knew that the other party would rush over as soon as the fight was over because of his words, he would never leave at this time. In this way, he would not be blocked at the gate of Qinglu Palace in broad daylight and watch the show for nothing.
"Didn't you agree to wait for me to come back?"
Song Tang frowned, "When did I ever say such a thing?"
"A gentleman's word is as good as a whip. What you said at night is not recognized in the daytime?" Yan Xing felt a little aggrieved. "How can this be justified?"
Everyone in front of the palace gate was stunned.
There is a new rumor in Nanlu today, saying that Patriarch Song has become an ungrateful person.
Song Tang was teaching Cheng Tianyu how to approve official documents, but Yan Xing wanted to take people to watch the sunrise on the Cangjiang River.
Taking advantage of the night, he grabbed the person and left without saying anything.
Cheng Tianyu, holding an armful of jade slips, chased out of the Qinglu Mountain Gate: "Brother, I haven't learned it yet. I really can't do it."
Song Tang turned around and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yan Xing, who patted Cheng Tianyu on the shoulder with his big hand.
"You are not a child anymore, man, how can you say no?"
Cheng Tianyu turned around and glared at him: "You lecher."
The wind was strong in the evening and the boat on the river was shaking.
"Qinglu is so big, if you really want to do everything yourself, how can you ever be done? Just wait and see, will Qinglu be turned upside down in a few days after you leave?"
Song Tang was stunned and whispered, "You don't understand."
The cold night wind blew away the strong aroma of wine. Yan Xing lay in the boat with his legs crossed, drinking. Song Tang stood at the bow, with the river breeze filling his sleeves.
The black-sailed boat swayed with the waves and drifted eastward; the mountains on both sides rose up and flew backwards.
What a magnificent landscape.
Yan Xing stopped talking because he really didn't understand.
So there is no need to say anything, just sit down quietly and look at the stars and the moonlight all over the river, and feel the river breeze, which is enough to make people intoxicated.
The breeze was gentle, the moon was bright, and the river was rushing. Song Tang was lost in thought, thinking of many old things, and finally thinking of Qinglu Mountain.
After all, my junior brother has no experience. Will he encounter any difficulties during his absence these days?
Until someone embraced her from behind and a frivolous laugh sounded in her ears: "What are you thinking about?"
“…”
"Miss me?"
There was a hard object pressing against his lower back, rubbing gently, and the heat could be clearly felt through his Taoist robe. Song Tang was startled and subconsciously tried to break free, but a slight numbness ran up his back along his tailbone. Memories of the past flashed through his mind, and he felt so ashamed that his whole body was hot.
This feels all too familiar.
But the man bit his earlobe, sucked it with his lips and tongue, made obscene noises, and asked vaguely: "Is it good?"
Sect Master Song held back his breath, and tried to stay conscious, with an indifferent expression: "This is ridiculous, let go."
Yan Xing did not let him go. He was used to being unbridled, and it was not the first time he had done something ridiculous.
Only on the second floor of their tavern, at the jade table where Song Tang usually studied, and on the locust tree on Qinglu Mountain, Yan Xing had used the pressure of his realm to trap people in his arms, and he would accept being beaten after the kiss.
"You haven't been with me for a long time."
Although he was saying words of grievance, his body was still acting confused.
Song Tang thought about it and it was indeed a long time.
In the end, I softened my heart and could only sigh silently and close my eyes resigned to my fate.
Yan Xing pushed the issue further, holding the man's thin waist with one hand and sliding his other hand under the hem of his robe to feel and pinch him. Feeling the suppressed tremor of the man in his arms, he couldn't help but laugh softly.
His smile made Song Tang's mind go haywire. All the senses in the darkness were magnified infinitely. When he opened his eyes, he saw his flushed face reflected in the star-filled river. Song Tang finally couldn't bear it anymore and struggled violently, but Yan Xing suddenly picked him up and carried him into the cabin.
"Enough." In the past, when we were outside, the other party would stop when we reached this step.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xing drank something today and behaved strangely: "Is that enough? Then I have been given the reputation of a scoundrel for nothing."
The boat stopped in the middle of the river. The waves of the river and the cold night wind were all blocked outside by the invisible barrier.
Song Tang felt the change in the atmosphere here and guessed that the other party had set up a ban to block prying eyes. He thought that this person's methods of concealing his tracks were becoming more and more sophisticated.
...Could it be that he learned this specifically to do such ridiculous things?
Suddenly, he felt a chill under his body. It turned out that his underwear had been taken off. After that, he could no longer think about it. His penis was held in his hand, gently caressed and played with, teased and provoked, and kissed with a sense of possession, and pressed down on him.
The wet lips and tongue kissed from his neck to his collarbone, and then tortured his nipples. Sect Master Song just closed his eyes, frowned, clenched his teeth and endured it silently, coldly without saying a word.
Unfortunately, the body's reaction cannot be deceived. The breathing becomes heavier and heavier, and the penis trembles and stands up.
Yan Xing loved his current look the most. The Taoist robe that he used to wear neatly now hung loosely on his body, unable to cover his body, revealing his slender and white legs. His hairpin had fallen off, his black hair was spread out, his face was abstinent and dignified, but his lower body was in a mess.
The Lecher was very patient at this time. He rubbed the other's buttocks in an obscene manner and inserted a finger into the tightly closed vagina.
"You and I are a perfect couple, and it is natural for us to have sex... Oh, you bite so hard."
When he was young, he mingled in the streets and knew all kinds of people. In bed, he could not help but make a few teasing remarks.
Song Tang is different. He was brought back to Qinglu to practice sword since he was young. After succeeding as the head of the sect, he was even more strict with himself, and the rules and regulations he followed were comparable to those of the monks in Jiekong Temple.
Lovemaking already makes him feel ashamed, so how can he stand being teased?
"It's too tight, relax."
The other party's thinly calloused fingers went in and out of his passage, and even bent maliciously. Master Song endured the embarrassment of having his private parts violated: "Stop talking...ah——"
I don't know what was allowed into my body, like a bead, being pushed deeper into my body by the fingers.
As soon as Song Chang's realm power exploded, he was suppressed without any explanation. Yan Xing neutralized his attack with one hand while licking and biting his nipple: "Don't be afraid, it's medicine."
His breathing became disordered, and the entire boat began to shake violently with the waves.
Song Tang didn't dare to struggle anymore. The pill melted in his body, and the wet liquid flowed down his legs, looking very obscene.
Three fingers rubbed carefully inside the passage, not knowing which point they rubbed, the tingling pleasure made him suddenly aroused.
Yan Xing then pulled out his fingers, lifted one of his long legs and placed it on his shoulders, then entered him from the front.
"Don't close your eyes. Look at me."
There was no gradual approach. The huge, hot thing pushed in fiercely, hitting the most vital part each time, with a ferociousness that was almost cruel, and the force almost pierced through him.
Song Tang was pressed against the cabin wall, his nerves broken and his body weakened. He could no longer endure it and his voice choked with sobs: "You are so insolent..."
But it only brought a deep laugh from the other party: "I can't bear to do anything more outrageous to you..."
Patriarch Song stopped talking and clenched his teeth, fearing that he would make an embarrassing moan, but he couldn't stop sobbing in his throat.
Yan Xing's penis was sucked by the wet and hot passage, making him feel more and more comfortable and happy.
He said forcefully, "Scream it out."
Song Tang just shook his head.
So the vigorous manipulation stopped, and the other party held his waist with one hand, rubbing the point in his hot and hard body in circles. His front end kept spitting out love juice, and was held by another hand, playing with it from the root to the glans.
Sect Master Song was finally forced to cry: "Yan Xing..."
Deng Tuzi got what he wanted: "It's always at times like this that you're willing to call me by my name."
What "Fellow Daoist Yan"? He really didn't want to hear it again.
After a violent penetration, Song Tang trembled and shot out white liquid. However, her sensitive body after the orgasm was not spared. She was lifted up by the waist and changed the position, and entered roughly from behind.
Later, his consciousness became a little blurred, as if he was floating in a rough sea, with no end in sight. He was imprisoned under someone, and no matter whether he wanted to escape or recite the Heart Purification Mantra, he would be forcibly pulled back. He didn't know how long he was being fucked, what he cried and begged, and what shameful positions he changed into.
He only remembered to warn himself that he must not let this man succeed next time.
Yan Xing was sober the entire time, and only when he was satisfied did he release his semen and ejaculate like a torrent. He also separated his Taoist true energy and used it to guide the person in his arms to practice dual cultivation.
As the boat sailed on the river, the scenery on both sides of the river changed without me noticing.
The stars hang low over the vast plain, and the moon rises over the flowing river.
He sat at the bow holding the unconscious man.
I remember the first time I met Song Tang. It was a lonely long street in the middle of the night, with swaying shadows of trees. We met on a narrow road, and the moonlight fell on his ink-splashed landscape robe. It was so beautiful.
He is clearly a young man full of vigor and vitality, but he pretends to be mature and steady.
It makes people want to tease it.
Thinking back on it it feels like something from my previous life. It turns out all these years have just passed by like this.
He held him, as if holding a river of spring water, or as if holding the cool moonlight.
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