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 pinch her ankle hard. The bastard raised his eyes and glanced at her gently. His eyes were deep and a little cold. "Didn't I satisfy you last night? Didn't I work hard enough? Tell me, which step were you not satisfied with last night that made you have such a crazy idea to try with another bastard? Otherwise, let's do it a few more times tonight. I want to see if you still have the energy to find another man to 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 rubbed 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.
鏡無延沉默的瞧着人，盯了好一會兒，才認命似的伸了手，開始不太熟練地給自家小道侶編漂亮辮子，修長的手指挑起一绺烏黑的發絲，靈活度不太高的開始綁起來。
這可真不是人幹事。
他一邊給她梳頭發，底下的人還一邊亂動，不肯老實，嘴裏時不時念叨幾句，
“你以後可得一直對我這麽好，要老實聽話知道了嗎？不能做什麽對不起我的事情，要不然我就把你這個不要臉的老男人一腳踹了，去凡間找溫柔賢惠的小郎君們去……”
鏡無延冷眼瞧着着喜怒無常又沒心肝的小道侶，明明前一刻還柔情似水的喊他郎君哥哥，這才一刻鐘的時間不到，到了她嘴裏又成不要臉的老男人了！呵，女人。
……
兩人在這邊吵吵鬧鬧。
而在另一邊的風寂雪也終于找了過來，路上遇到的行禮打招呼的師弟們也沒搭理，一口氣直接沖進了鏡無延的院子，然後朝着主殿的方向找了過去。
他感覺自己的呼吸都開始緊促起來，甚至連他自己都不知道在恐慌不安什麽，但就是很緊張，緊張得心跳根本無法平緩下來。
連手心裏都出了一層細汗，腳步聲跟呼吸一樣急促而慌亂，他走得太快，一時竟踉跄了下，要不是扶住了廊檐下的柱子，可能一不小心就要摔倒在地。
風寂雪終于走了那放門口，他還沒敲門，剛靠近一點，就聽到那屋內傳來兩道熟悉的聲音。
“嘶……哎呀，疼死了！”
“鏡無延，你到底會不會啊？又扯到頭皮了，頭發已經被你扯斷好幾根了，你一個大男人怎麽連這點小事都做不好？”
對面應答的聲音明顯為難，“好好好，我錯了，我有罪，我以後肯定好好學，你先別亂動了好嗎，免得待會又要扯着頭皮了。”
說完又緩着聲音哄，“別動別動，快了快了，就快編好了，你又不是不知道，我第一次弄有些不熟練，以後多試幾次就會了。”
“走開，我不要你給我編了，你的手跟僵屍一樣硬的，頭皮被你扯的痛死了！你說，你是不是故意報複我的？紮幾個小辮子多簡單的事情啊，你居然磨蹭了這麽久？”
“快了快了，馬上就好了……”
南嫣頭皮被扯得生疼就用力去扯他的頭發，表情愈發不耐煩了，“又是這句話，你都說了好幾遍了，一刻鐘前你就是這麽說的，現在又是？你走開，我不要你幫我了，我要去找我二師兄幫我……啊！”
話還沒說完，屋外那層薄薄的結界随着房門一同被人暴力破開。
門開的那一瞬間，屋內一股甜膩的混合着草木的靈力氣息瞬間在空氣中四溢散開。
那種甜膩的氣息讓風寂雪面色陡然一變，他隐約能知道那是什麽氣息，曾經他跟嫣嫣……腦中仿佛是被人猛敲了一棍子似的，一股劇烈的痛意不受控制地襲來，在他腦中沖擊着，痛得甚至有些喘不過氣來了。
臉上血色更是消失得幹幹淨淨。
他的身體驟然僵硬，眼眶隐隐有些發紅，到最後根本控制不住自己心中的情緒，只能用力攥緊了手指。
而對面的兩人原本還在吵吵鬧鬧争執不休，在結界跟随房門破開的那一瞬間，鏡無延下意識地将床邊坐着的人擁進了懷裏。
然後兩人擡頭，同時看向門口。
鏡無延臉色也變了下，大概也是昨晚鬧過了頭，有人闖進院子破了他的結界居然都沒注意到。
這一擡頭，兩人的視線就正好對上了門口站着風寂雪，而看到兩人親密相擁的那一幕，風寂雪的胸口猛地一刺，心髒好似在顫動，臉色蒼白地望過去。
他目光順着兩人的身影無意識的落到了那地上，眼裏爆發出慘淡的神色。
尤其是看到那地上散落着的還沒來得及收拾的衣裙，有的被撕碎了，零零散散的露出線頭，還有亵衣亵褲，連衣襟上的帶子都扯斷了，幾乎不用想也知道昨晚到底發生了什麽事情。
風寂雪眼中閃過一絲難言的痛楚，那一瞬間只覺得渾身都被麻痹了似的，稍微動一下，就冷痛的他直哆嗦，自虐似的逼着自己看着那一地的混亂衣裳。
他的指尖都在發抖着，喉嚨發緊發澀，裏頭好似被成團的泥塊嚴實堵住了似的，到後來，他發現自己除了痛苦的喘息聲，竟然再也發不出任何的聲音了。
震驚，嫉妒，痛苦和懊悔，還有那麽一絲絲的憤怒跟難以置信。
無盡的懊悔跟痛苦幾乎将他湮沒了。
在他還在猶豫遲疑的時候，他的小師妹被別人搶走了，被人毫無顧忌的搶走了。
他明明憐惜到碰也不敢碰她一下的小師妹，怎麽可以？他怎麽敢……那樣對她？怎麽能對她做出那樣的事情。
她明明是他的！是他的……
他才是她的道侶，他們只差一個結契儀式就能成為真正的道侶了，他們才是名正言順的夫妻，他說過了會守着他一輩子的。
他只是被情蠱誤導了而已，
他怎麽可以……
那一瞬間，風寂雪的眼裏泛起了猙獰的血絲，只覺得心髒像是被一只毒蜂猛地蟄了一下，疼得他心口一陣心悸顫抖，整個人都不受控制地哆嗦了起來。
眼眶中更是有種想哭要落淚的沖動。
風寂雪用力攥緊了手指，指甲幾乎陷進了皮肉裏，那種密密麻麻的痛苦伴随着劇毒無比的毒素，使得渾身的血液幾乎在剎那間的功夫全都沖上了頭頂。
腦子裏的無數根血管在瘋狂鼓動叫嚣着，額頭青筋都冒出來了，一種如刀絞般又令人心碎的痛苦讓他險些控制不住心底的情緒，徹底撕裂了往日冷靜理智的面孔，讓他忍不住想要沖過去直接殺了那人。
他甚至能感覺到胸腔內一股血氣翻湧，疼得讓他想要徹底失控痛苦喊出聲來，舌尖被咬得出血才生生忍住了那痛。
風寂雪往後踉跄了一步，膝蓋一軟整個人瞬間有些站不穩，要不是下意識地扶了一把門框，他可能真的當場就要跪下來了。
可即便是這樣，那被人抱在懷裏的小師妹也沒有再看他一眼，她只是老老實實的窩在另一個男人懷裏，甚至連個眼神都沒有留給他。
風寂雪只感覺胸口一陣鈍痛，他就這麽盯了好久，盯到眼睛發酸發脹，很久才忍下了心口蔓延的那股血腥氣息，然後對着裏頭，聲音幹澀喑啞地喊了聲：
“嫣嫣……你…出來。”
南嫣沒有搭理人，她将腦袋轉過去，鏡無延就摸着她的腦袋将人護在懷裏，對于心上人這副态度表示十分滿意，他擡眸直視着對面的風寂雪，冷靜說了句，“你有什麽事，跟我說也是一樣的，嫣嫣她不想見你。”
話音剛落，對面直撲面門而來的是一陣兇狠淩冽的殺意，刮在人的的肌膚上都能帶起一陣刺痛。
他不說話還好，他一說話，風寂雪無處宣洩的恨意與殺意幾乎瞬間全朝着他傾瀉而出了，那眼中的仇恨與憤怒幾乎溢出。
風寂雪只要一想到昨日發生的事情，便覺得心中的嫉妒和憤怒已經快要凝成實質了，整個人幾乎處在失控邊緣。
他的眼珠子甚至有些發紅，怨恨至極朝他喊出了聲，“你算什麽東西，你有什麽資格代替她，這是我們師兄妹之間的事情，與你一個外人有什麽關系？”
這人是有心魔橫生的征兆？
鏡無延眯了眯眼，周身氣勢散開，毫不客氣的将那股殺氣擋了回去，他但是不介意跟這個昔日的情敵鬥上一鬥，上次比試之時，他很明顯感受到這人沒用盡全力，甚至一半的功力都沒使出來，如今倒也是個機會。
只是感受到懷中人身體的僵硬，鏡無延又皺了皺眉，不動聲色地收斂了心神與氣勢，他要是真的把她師兄打傷了，只怕懷裏這個小祖宗是真要跟他生氣了。
所以這事不能着急，只能慢慢來。其實也不用着急，如今懷中人已經是他的了，風寂雪自找死路，這件事情上已經徹底出局。
他又何必與他糾纏不休斤斤計較，免得惹嫣嫣不高興，到時候找他麻煩呢。
這麽想着，鏡無延就發現了一個問題，他發現自己現在的脾氣還真是溫和了不少，若按照從前，早就跟人打起來了，現在居然想東想西的顧慮到這麽多亂七八糟的事情。
難道說，有家室的男子都會變成這樣麽，莫非這就是傳說中的宜室宜家？
眼看着這兩人之間的氣氛愈發緊張焦灼，為避免這兩人當場打起來，血濺三尺的話，該是她這個小師妹上場的時候了，正好再給她這個好師兄致命一擊。
南嫣要從鏡無延懷裏起來，卻被這人摟得緊緊的不肯松手，她拍了拍這人的手背，說了聲，“放手，我要起來。”
對方依舊無動于衷，南嫣這才察覺到這人的不悅，擡眸看向對方，“怎麽了？”
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 angry I'll do something irrational, which will make you angry and we'll quarrel. I'm avoiding 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?"