Chapter 176
Nan Yan didn't know what was happening on the other side. She was leaning in the arms of the bastard at the moment, enjoying the life of a useless person with everything provided for her.
Nan Yan reached out and touched her stomach, and felt that the spiritual power stored in it seemed to have reached a critical point, and it looked like it was about to break through.
Thinking about what happened last night, she raised her foot and kicked the chest of Jing Wuyan, who was helping her adjust her skirt, and asked him curiously, "Why did my cultivation level increase by two levels in one night? If I sleep with you for a few more nights, will I be able to improve faster and faster?"
Jing Wu reached out his hand to touch the little foot that was stepping on his chest wantonly. Looking at the soft, white, restless little foot, his eyes deepened. While putting on the cotton socks for the person, he explained:
"It's okay if you want to have more than one session. I can accept it completely. There's absolutely no problem. But the effect won't be that good afterwards. Only the male essence from the first intercourse will be useful, and it must be compatible with your spiritual roots. Do you think it's so easy to improve your cultivation every time? Doesn't that mean you don't need to practice hard, and you can just sleep with him every day?"
After saying that, he raised his head again, looked at the person opposite him seriously with his black eyes and said, "You can't be lazy about cultivation. You still have a lot of spiritual energy in your body that has not been fully digested. You can meditate more in the next few days to circulate the spiritual energy around your body and strive to break through the golden elixir as soon as possible. When the time comes, I will help you sort out the spiritual energy. After you reach the golden elixir, I will also find a suitable practice for you. I will help you consolidate your cultivation. There is no rush for other things."
After hearing this explanation, Nan Yan's dark eyes rolled back and forth. She didn't hear much, and her mind remembered his words "only the first time". Suddenly, an immature idea came to her mind, and then she smiled and asked him boldly:
"If only male cultivators who have had intercourse for the first time can improve their cultivation, then can I find..."
Before she could finish her words, she felt someone pinched her ankle hard. The bastard raised his eyes and glanced at her gently. play with?"
In the end, it becomes a naked threat.
Nan Yan was choking on the remaining words in her mouth. Thinking of what he said about doing it more times, her face suddenly turned green. With her weak body, could she bear it if he did it more times? She probably would be drained dry by him, and in the end, she might even die.
It's unknown where this old man got all these tricks from. Although he's old, his heart is still young, and his tricks are quite fancy. She would not admit that she also enjoyed it in the end, especially when she saw this high and mighty flower, who was forbearing and restrained when losing control, and finally called her name in her ear with a blushing face. It is undeniable that she still had a sense of accomplishment in her heart. You bastard, you also deserve this day.
But as I thought about it, I started to get angry again.
She lowered her head again and glanced at the bastard who was humbly helping her put on her shoes and socks. She was so angry that she took off her shoes and stepped on the bastard's face. Not only that, she also crushed it hard out of anger.
Jing Wuyan: "..."
This is a bit too much!
The little girl is too arrogant.
He had never been stepped on the face by anyone in his life. It would have been fine if he had just been stepped on, but she even ran over it a few times without any mercy. Did she really think that because she was pretty, he wouldn't have the heart to punish her?
Don't think that just because she is young, looks well-behaved, and is cute, she can act so recklessly and unreasonably!
When he gets angry, he will turn his back on you.
Jing Wuyan was speechless for a long while, then he looked up at the little girl lying on the bed in a comfortable mood, with one leg crossed like a master, her whole body soft, her belly rolling up, her hair spread out on the bed like satin, and she was as lazy as a snow-white rabbit lying flat in the sun.
Jing Wuyan looked at it and didn't know what he thought of, but his face suddenly turned red uncontrollably.
He coughed dryly, hurriedly dispelled and hid the absurd picture in his mind, then reached out and grasped the little foot that was kicking people, patted the back of the foot, and then resigned himself to his fate and stuffed it into the embroidered shoes in his hand.
He himself found it unbelievable that she was already so old, but in the end she was eaten up by a heartless and ruthless girl. Even Yuan Yang came to her house and coaxed her to help her cultivate, but this evil-minded girl didn't know how to cherish him.
When she got angry, she stepped on his face directly. What an ignorant little girl! Could you at least give him some face?
Is he, the great Lord Qingyou, so worthless? He threw himself at her and was rejected. It was really unfortunate.
Why had he been bewitched by the devil in the first place and fallen for such a heartless and bad-tempered little ancestor?
If she felt uncomfortable with the service in bed, she would bite and pinch him until he bled. She couldn't do it too fast or too slow. On weekdays, she would beat him up with her fists if she was not satisfied. You have to know that one fist of a foundation-building monk can kill a low-level monster, but this little girl still whimpered and pretended to be weak and pitiful to him after beating him up.
What else could he do? Jing Wuyan looked at the little girl stretching out her hands towards him with a coquettish look as if she wanted to be hugged. She was very skilled and natural in her coquettishness, and she was quite thick-skinned. She just bullied someone and then turned around and acted as if nothing had happened, without any guilt at all.
He couldn't help but smile as he thought about it. Forget it. The chastity that he had kept for thousands of years was gone. What else could he do? Of course he spoiled her. Who made her his own choice of a hot-tempered little Taoist partner?
Jing Wuyan walked over and grabbed her hands, trying to pull her up, but the little girl lying on the couch was being stubborn and refused to get up. Perhaps the relationship between them had undergone a qualitative change, and Nan Yan's attitude towards him had become more unscrupulous. She used to be a little more restrained and was not so blatant when tormenting people, but now it was different.
Nan Yan was still lying there after putting on her clothes and refused to get up. She pulled Jing Wuyan down and put her arms around his neck. She rubbed her head against his neck and said shamelessly, "My good brother, my hair is all messed up. I want to braid it into a pigtail."
Jing Wuyan's ears blushed suspiciously.
The bases of his ears felt tingling and numb, and the itching seemed to penetrate into his heart as the person in his arms kept stirring, making him feel numb in his bones.
Well, isn't the title of "good brother" a little inappropriate? After all, he is not young anymore, several thousand years older than her. He has heard that among couples in the mortal world, the girl calls the boy "My Ideal Husband".
Jing Wuyan looked down at the person in his arms, stroked the soft head, and said coaxingly,
"You are so good, why don't you call me 'My dear'?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan rubbed him a few more times, sniffing the pleasant woody scent on his body and rubbing the soft hair on Jing Wuyan's face. Jing Wuyan felt very comfortable. His hair was soft and fine, like satin, and very pleasant to touch.
Then he heard the person in his arms acting coquettishly to him without any burden, "...Brother Langjun, so you like this, you are so shameless, don't you feel ashamed..."
When Jing Wuyan heard this, he had to admit that he felt a little excited and ashamed for a moment. Now even his face turned slightly red with shame. He coughed and almost choked on his own breath. "Langjun" is Langjun, why call me Langjun brother?
Is he such a shameless person?
It was this bad girl who led him astray.
Jing Wuyan took a deep breath, then hugged the soft waist underneath, patted her back, bent down and kissed her forehead, and coaxed her in her ear, "Hey, okay, stop making trouble. You've been making trouble all night. How can I braid your hair if you don't get up?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan could not help but feel happy. She tilted her jade-like face up to show him a sparkling smile, then held the man's head and gave him a kiss, which made his face numb. Finally, she handed him a few hairbands that were scattered beside the bed, looking like she was ready to be served.
After that, he kissed her again and said softly, "Jing Wuyan, am I too harsh on you? Can I be a little gentler to you from now on?"
Jing Wuyan's heart was softened by this naughty girl again. He touched her hair and found her more and more lovable. It was worth it that he spent so much time and effort to serve her last night. This girl finally said something nice.
"It's okay... It's good to be a little fierce, just be gentle when you bite people next time."
These words made Nan Yan feel relieved immediately.
He pulled the person up and made her sit down. He looked at the head of dark and smooth hair and felt a little at a loss as to what to do. Such beautiful hair should just be left loose. Why should it be tied up?
Thinking of this, Jing Wuyan felt a little troubled.
His hands have held the sharpest magic weapons in the world, have been stained with the blood of countless cultivators, and have crushed to death many female cultivators who tried to kill him, but he has never braided anyone's hair. What's this like?
If this gets out, will he still be able to keep his title as a god?
After thinking about it, I decided to give up. This day will come sooner or later.
Jing Wuyan looked at the restless little Taoist sitting in front of him, his dark head turning this and that, his hair falling down with it. His restless little hands were tugging at his belt, then reaching into his sleeves to see if there was any treasure inside.
Jing Wuyan stared at the person in silence for a long while before he resigned himself to his fate and reached out his hand to start braiding a beautiful braid for his little Taoist lover in an unskillful manner. His slender fingers lifted a lock of dark hair and began to tie it up without much flexibility.
This is really not something a human should do.
While he was combing her hair, the people below were still making a fuss and refusing to be quiet, muttering a few words from time to time.
"You have to be so good to me and be obedient in the future, okay? Don't do anything to let me down, or I will kick you, this shameless old man, out and go to the mortal world to find gentle and virtuous young men..."
Jing Wuyan looked coldly at the moody and heartless Taoist priest. She had called him brother Langjun tenderly just a moment ago, but in less than a quarter of an hour, he had become a shameless old man in her mouth! Ha, woman.
…
The two of them are quarreling here.
On the other side, Feng Jixue finally came over. He ignored the fellow disciples who greeted him on the way and rushed into Jing Wuyan's yard in one breath, then headed towards the main hall.
He felt his breathing start to quicken, and he didn't even know why he was panicking, but he was just very nervous, so nervous that his heartbeat couldn't even calm down.
Even his palms were covered with sweat, and his footsteps were as rapid and hurried as his breathing. He walked too fast and even staggered. If he hadn't held onto the pillar under the eaves, he would have fallen to the ground accidentally.
Feng Jixue finally walked to the door. Before he knocked, as soon as he got closer, he heard two familiar voices coming from inside the room.
“Shh… Ouch, it hurts so much!”
"Jing Wuyan, do you know how to do it? You've pulled my scalp again. You've already torn off a few strands of my hair. How can a grown man like you not be able to do such a small thing?"
The voice on the other side was obviously embarrassed. "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I am guilty. I will definitely learn from it in the future. Please don't move around for now, or I will get into trouble again later."
After that, he slowed down his voice and coaxed, "Don't move, don't move, it's almost done, you know I'm not very experienced the first time, but I'll get it right after a few more tries."
"Go away. I don't want you to braid my hair for me anymore. Your hands are as hard as a zombie's. My scalp hurts so much when you pulled it! Tell me, are you taking revenge on me on purpose? Tying a few braids is such a simple thing. Why did you take so long?"
"It's almost done, it will be done soon..."
Nan Yan's scalp was pulled so hard that it hurt, so she pulled his hair hard, her expression becoming more and more impatient, "You said the same thing again, you have said it several times, you said it a quarter of an hour ago, and now you say it again? Go away, I don't want you to help me, I want to find my second brother to help me...ah!"
Before he could finish his words, the thin barrier outside the house was violently broken along with the door.
The moment the door opened, a sweet scent mixed with the spiritual energy of plants and trees instantly spread in the air.
The sweet smell made Feng Jixue's face change suddenly. He vaguely knew what kind of smell it was. He and Yanyan once... It was as if his brain was hit by a stick. An intense pain came uncontrollably and rushed into his brain. It hurt so much that he even couldn't breathe.
The blood color on his face disappeared completely.
His body suddenly stiffened, his eyes turned slightly red, and in the end he could no longer control his emotions and could only clench his fingers tightly.
The two people opposite were still arguing and quarreling, but at the moment the barrier and the door were broken, Jing Wuyan unconsciously hugged the person sitting on the bed into his arms.
Then they both raised their heads and looked towards the door at the same time.
Jing Wuyan's expression changed as well. Perhaps it was because he had gone too far last night that he didn't even notice someone breaking into the yard and breaking his barrier.
When they looked up, their eyes met Feng Jixue who was standing at the door. When Feng Jixue saw the two of them hugging each other intimately, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and his heart seemed to be trembling. He looked over with a pale face.
His gaze followed the figures of the two people and unconsciously fell to the ground, with a miserable look in his eyes.
Especially when I saw the clothes scattered on the ground that had not been picked up in time, some were torn into pieces, with threads showing here and there, and there were also underwear and pants, with even the belts on the lapels torn off. It was almost clear what had happened last night without thinking.
There was a flash of unspeakable pain in Feng Jixue's eyes. At that moment, he felt as if his whole body was paralyzed. The slightest movement made him shiver with cold pain. He forced himself to look at the messy clothes on the ground as if in self-torture.
His fingertips were trembling, and his throat was tight and astringent, as if it was tightly blocked by a lump of mud. Later, he found that he could no longer make any sound except for painful gasps.
Shock, jealousy, pain and regret, and a hint of anger and disbelief.
Endless regret and pain almost overwhelmed him.
While he was still hesitating, his junior sister was snatched away by someone without any scruples.
How could he do that to his junior sister, whom he clearly loved so much that he didn't even dare to touch her? How could he dare... to do that to her? How could he do that to her?
She is obviously his! She is his...
He is her Taoist partner. They only need a bonding ceremony to become a real Taoist couple. They will then be a legitimate couple. He said that he would stay with her for the rest of her life.
He was just misled by the love pig.
How could he...
At that moment, Feng Jixue's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and he felt as if his heart was stung by a poisonous bee. The pain made his chest tremble and his whole body shiver uncontrollably.
There was an urge to cry in my eyes.
Feng Jixue clenched his fingers tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh. The intense pain accompanied by the extremely poisonous toxin made all the blood in his body rush to his head in an instant.
The countless blood vessels in his brain were beating and clamoring wildly, and the veins on his forehead were popping out. The pain was like a knife cutting and heartbreaking, and he almost couldn't control his emotions. It completely tore apart his usually calm and rational face, and he couldn't help but want to rush over and kill the man directly.
He could even feel the blood surging in his chest, the pain was so severe that he wanted to completely lose control and scream out in agony, and he managed to hold back the pain only after the tip of his tongue was bitten until it bled.
Feng Jixue staggered back a step, his knees went weak and he became unsteady on his feet. If he hadn't subconsciously held onto the door frame, he would have probably kneeled down on the spot.
But even so, the little sister who was held in the man's arms didn't even look at him again. She just lay obediently in the arms of another man and didn't even glance at him.
Feng Jixue only felt a dull pain in his chest. He stared at her for a long time, until his eyes became sore and swollen. It took him a long time to endure the bloody breath spreading from his heart. Then he shouted in a dry and hoarse voice:
"Yan Yan...you...come out."
Nan Yan ignored him and turned her head away. Jing Wuyan touched her head and held her in his arms. He was very satisfied with his lover's attitude. He raised his eyes and looked directly at Feng Jixue opposite him. He said calmly, "If you have anything to say, it's the same if you tell me. Yanyan doesn't want to see you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce and brutal murderous intent came straight at his face, causing a stinging pain when it scraped against his skin.
It would have been better if he didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, Feng Jixue's hatred and murderous intent that had nowhere to vent almost instantly poured out towards him, and the hatred and anger in his eyes almost overflowed.
Whenever Feng Jixue thought about what happened yesterday, he felt that the jealousy and anger in his heart were about to solidify into substance, and he was almost on the verge of losing control.
His eyes even turned red, and he shouted at him with extreme resentment, "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to replace her? This is a matter between us brothers and sisters. What does it have to do with you, an outsider?"
Is this a sign that this person has a demonic mind?
Jing Wuyan narrowed his eyes and spread out his aura, and he unceremoniously blocked the murderous intent. However, he did not mind having a fight with this former rival. During the last competition, he clearly felt that this man did not use his full strength and did not even use half of his strength. Now is an opportunity.
Just feeling the stiffness of the person in his arms, Jing Wuyan frowned again, and calmly restrained his mind and momentum. If he really hurt her senior brother, he was afraid that the little ancestor in his arms would really be angry with him.
So we can't rush this matter, we can only take it slowly. In fact, there is no need to rush, the person in his arms is already his, Feng Jixue is courting death, and he is completely out of this matter.
Why should he bother to haggle with him, lest he make Yanyan unhappy and cause trouble for him?
Thinking about this, Jing Wuyan discovered a problem. He found that his temper had become much milder now. If it were the same in the past, he would have fought with others a long time ago. But now he was thinking about so many messy things.
Could it be that all men with families will become like this? Could this be the legendary being suitable for a family?
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two men was becoming increasingly tense and anxious, in order to prevent the two from fighting on the spot and splashing blood, it was time for her, the little junior sister, to step in and give her good senior brother a fatal blow.
Nan Yan wanted to get up from Jing Wuyan's embrace, but the man held her tightly and refused to let go. She patted the back of his hand and said, "Let go, I want to get up."
The other party remained indifferent. Nan Yan then realized that this person was unhappy and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
The man pinched her cheek, his dark eyes revealed a bit of condensation, and his thin lips uttered a few calm words, "Don't go, I'm very stingy, and when I'm I'll do something irrational, which will make you angry and we'll quarrel. I'm avoiding angry risks now."
His lips were pale and his eyes were slightly cold. "Yan Yan, you can do many other things, but you are not allowed to do anything related to other men. I won't hold on to the past, but now, you are not allowed to break the ties."
After hearing this, Nan Yan felt that it would be quite easy to have this guy as a boyfriend. At least he would make his needs and requests clear and wouldn't make her guess.
Nan Yan turned her head to look at her senior brother who was staring at her at the door, then turned her head to look at Jing Wuyan who was expressionless in her arms, bit her lip, then tiptoed to the man and whispered in his ear, "I have no connection... I just want to make things clear to my senior brother, don't be so stingy."
Jing Wuyan responded in a low voice, still nonchalantly, holding her fingers and refusing to let go. Nan Yan pinched his fingers hard, and he finally reacted a little. He raised his eyelids and looked at her vaguely, "Kiss me tonight?"
Nan Yan: “…”
This shameless guy is just trying to take advantage.
Nan Yan glared at him angrily and pinched him even harder, "Give it to me, give it to me, please let go. If you don't let go, I'll get angry."
Jing Wuyan moved closer, rubbing his tall nose against hers, and whispered, "...Add another two hours?"
Nan Yan, who has become an experienced driver, understood the meaning immediately. It was outrageous. Who said that we should not be greedy for physical enjoyment and should focus on spiritual communication? Once in bed, it was like he had lost his mind and completely forgot what he said?
Nan Yan's face turned red with anger. She kicked him directly, but he held her back and she could only stare at him with gritted teeth. "If you don't let go, I'm really going to get mad and I won't touch you anymore."
As soon as she finished speaking, the man opposite her looked at her deeply and then let go of her hand.
Nan Yan snorted, and before leaving she stepped hard on his feet a few times, leaving several shoe prints on the uppers of his shoes, and then she left with satisfaction.
Nan Yan left with her senior brother. The two walked one after the other without saying a word all the way. They only stopped talking when they arrived at Feng Jixue's own yard.
Originally, Nan Yan was still walking forward with her head down, unaware that the senior brother in front of her had stopped. She was not paying attention and bumped into the senior brother's back. When her whole body accidentally leaned back, she was grabbed by the arm and pulled back forcefully by the other party.
I don't know when this person turned around and stopped.
After Nan Yan stood firm, she subconsciously shook off her senior brother's hand. This action made Feng Jixue's heart suddenly hurt, as if he was stabbed by the distant and cold action and bled.
When did they become so estranged from each other?
Feng Jixue looked down at her. Seeing her lowering her eyes and looking so calm and indifferent, he only felt that the pain in his chest seemed to become more intense.
But even so, he refused to look away. He just stared at her like a self-torturer, clenched his fingers, and stared at the person in front of him. Finally, he asked in a hoarse voice,
"Your cultivation...has improved?"
After a while, he asked again, "Did he help you?"
Nan Yan paused for a moment, then raised her eyes, and her gaze met that of her senior brother. His eyes were as thick as the night, with a suffocating look. Tears even overflowed from his eyes, and he stared at her with slightly red eyes.
Nan Yan pursed her lips, turned her head and was about to speak.
The person opposite suddenly took a step forward, and the cold aura around him almost enveloped her completely. The oppressive shadow approached her, carrying a strong aura.
Nan Yan felt a little uncomfortable with the sudden approach and subconsciously took a step back, but the other party grabbed her wrist, turned around and pressed her against the tree trunk behind her.
“Hiss… it hurts.”
Nan Yan let out a low cry, her breathing slightly quickened, an uncomfortable expression on her face, but the other party still ignored her and refused to let go.
Nan Yan showed a resistance expression, especially seeing that he looked so strange, she was obviously a little scared. She bit her lip and looked at him uncomfortably, "Let go..."
Just as I finished speaking, I heard this person ask a question out of the blue.
"Where did he touch you?"
Feng Jixue's lips became more and more red like blood. He lowered his head, and the distance between them became closer, so close that Nan Yan could almost feel the coercive aura from him, which pricked her skin and caused some pain.
A hint of jealousy and pain flashed in Feng Jixue's eyes.
He felt like he was going crazy. He grabbed Nan Yan's shoulders and asked her, "Did he treat you like I did that day? Where did he touch you? Your lips, neck, chest, or waist? What did he do to you last night? Was it better than what I did?"
Nan Yan seemed to be frightened by his out-of-control emotions. She was stunned for a moment, then reacted. Her eyes were instantly wet, and then she struggled hard, "You are crazy, what does this have to do with you, go away, don't touch me."
Feng Jixue's fingers trembled because of her rejection and resistance. He clamped her with one hand and hugged her waist. The two of them were too close to each other. "What does it have to do with me? We were so close before, why can't I do it? Why can't I do it? I raised you and I have been protecting you..."
"You are mine, we are just one step away from being husband and wife, why can't I, why can't I?"
The more Feng Jixue talked, the more out of control his emotions became. His eyes became redder and redder, and he gripped her tighter and tighter, approaching her with such malicious intent that Nan Yan was so scared that she burst into tears and began to struggle regardless of anything else.
"Go away, don't touch me! You were the one who left me first. What does it have to do with you if I'm with someone else? I just want to cultivate with him, I just want to be with him, so let me go..."
She still felt that it was not enough, so she tried to provoke the man again, "I don't like you anymore. I have someone I like. He helps me improve my cultivation and makes me happy. Why do you still want to interfere? Why do you want me when you like me, and kick me away when you don't like me? Go away..."
Unfortunately, the rest of the words were lost in Feng Jixue's lips before she could finish them. The man was obviously driven completely crazy. He tore open her clothes with force, and saw blue and purple marks all over her neck and chest.
Feng Jixue's eyes turned red instantly, his whole body was shaking, and every breath was filled with pain. He felt as if a sharp dagger had pierced into his heart without hesitation, twisting and turning violently inside, making him bleed profusely and causing unbearable pain.
He couldn't stand it, he really couldn't stand it...
She was obviously his, and he was the one who should have taught her those things slowly, how could...how could it be left to someone else?
He held the person in his arms and kissed those marks vigorously. His kiss was so fierce and cruel, as if he wanted to bite through her skin and erase all those marks. But in the end, when he felt the person in his arms crying and shivering, Feng Jixue felt as if his heart had been pierced and was numb with pain.
He didn't know when his tears started to fall, one drop after another hitting Nan Yan's neck. He hugged the person in his arms and refused to let go, coaxing her with a trembling voice, "Yan Yan, I can do it. You want to practice with me, okay? I will give you, I can give you anything, as long as you don't leave me. I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."
"I love you. I have always loved you. I was too stupid before and didn't realize my feelings earlier. Can you give me a chance?"
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