Chapter 22 "If we were to discuss this in detail, you are my teacher..."
Bao'e ran forward, and the two little devils, afraid of her, dared not fight any further and turned to leave quickly.
"Good riddance, good riddance. I don't need these two henchmen." She picked up a piece of rope dragging on the ground and tugged at it. "Brother, hurry up and let's find a bright place to untie the rope."
After saying that, she pulled him forward.
The two passed by a group of monks chanting sutras, bypassed the Buddha statue, and went straight to a secluded corner.
The swordsman saw the bedding on the ground and asked, "Why are there bedding on the ground?"
“Brother, your words make that ghost sound like a plague-ridden robber. If he wanted to eat us, he would naturally eat the softer flesh. If we were tied up for a long time, wouldn’t he end up with a body of hard, dead flesh?”
The swordsman laughed: "You're not afraid of him now."
“As the saying goes, ‘live one day at a time,’ and it’s no use being afraid now.” Bao’e pulled him to sit on the bed and grabbed the knot around his neck. “Brother, don’t move, I’ll untie the rope.”
The swordsman listened, casually swaying his long legs, and slightly bowed, revealing his wasp waist and ape-like back.
Zhu Bao'e was about to carefully untie the rope. The knot around her neck was connected to all the ropes around her body. When she pulled, all the ropes moved along with it.
The rope tightened and clung to his muscles, making his chest appear even more bulging.
She watched with delight, loosening the rope, tightening it again, loosening it again, tightening it again... repeating this cycle endlessly, finding great joy in her freedom.
She was overjoyed, but the swordsman suffered.
As the rope tightened, it bound him tightly, and even through his clothes, it chafed his skin, causing a burning pain.
After a while, he experienced a mixture of pain and itching, and his breathing became uneven.
He glanced at her sideways: "Miss Zhu, haven't you untied it yet?"
Bao'e was in high spirits, tossing him back and forth like a saw, saying, "Almost there, almost there, don't rush me."
But his hands never stopped moving.
The burning pain intensified, grinding away at the skin with a sharp, grating sensation. The swordsman, suppressing his breath, could no longer endure it. Suddenly, he exerted force with both arms and broke free of the ropes.
He turned around and grabbed her wrist, saying, "No need to pull anymore, it's already untied."
Good Bao'e, clutching a broken rope, said, "Brother, you should have at least told me beforehand. I almost got my eyes hurt by the blasting debris."
Are you injured?
No, no.
The swordsman examined the wound carefully to make sure there were no injuries, then covered his burning and aching chest, rubbing it slowly to relieve the pain.
Bao'e, seeing this, suddenly said, "It must have been hurt by the rope; there might be some injury. Don't panic, let me take a look."
The swordsman found her dazed and honest appearance both amusing and endearing.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands lazily resting on his knees, trying to coax her: "It's good to have a helper, but my arm hurt when I broke the rope, so I can't take off these clothes. I'll have to trouble you, Miss Zhu."
“Good, good!” Bao’e stepped forward and untied his belt.
His clothes were half-undone, revealing most of his muscular chest.
She looked closely, observing the red marks on his skin, while secretly comparing them in her heart.
He was probably a wandering knight-errant, his skin not as fair as Young Master Nie's, but rather a light wheat color, and not as smooth.
In this respect, Young Master Nie has achieved a minor victory.
But Young Master Nie at most had some thin muscles, while he was a swordsman who often engaged in martial arts, with a body full of firm, bulging muscles that were just right, not overly muscular.
This one win counts as one of his victories.
Comparing the two, she couldn't decide which was better.
But then she thought that Young Master Nie was someone she could see but not have, so she calmed herself down and focused on dealing with the person in front of her.
She raised her hand and pressed it against his chest, slowly grinding along the red marks left by the seal, until the swordsman was panting heavily and his chest heaved even more violently.
After a moment, she mumbled, "I'm a little tired."
Would you like a seat?
"Brother, please do me a favor and let me sit on your lap." Bao'e didn't stand on ceremony and sat directly on his lap, hugged his waist, and tried to kiss him.
The two kissed for a while, and the swordsman said, "That's enough. It's getting dark, so let's think of a way to escape. He stole my sword pouch, and since we can't find his body, we might as well get the pouch back first so we can fight him."
“We can’t beat him in here. That sword sheath pierced that ghost’s heart with a hole the size of a bowl, but it didn’t kill him. It’s very strange!” Bao’e comforted her. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. My senior brother seems hot-tempered, but he’s reliable. Let’s wait for his message before we act. Besides, that ghost didn’t try to kill us. It’s not too late to fight him to the death when he really starts to act violently.”
As the swordsman pondered her words, she kissed him again.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body wrapped in cloth pressed tightly against his chest, and as they became intimate, their chests rubbed against each other, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully.
Before long, he could no longer endure this torment, and his breathing became increasingly suppressed.
Bao'e also noticed something, not from listening to his breathing, but from the fact that the place she was sitting on was not as soft and supple as before, but much more solid.
She moved slowly and deliberately, but it made him lose his breath, and the arms around his waist tightened.
“Good brother,” she said blankly, “I just took a bath, and although I washed myself carefully, I was too lazy to dry myself properly.”
The swordsman ruffled her messy hair and said, "You look quite neat."
“You can only see it, but what you can’t see isn’t necessarily true. If you don’t believe me, brother, just touch it and you’ll know.” Bao’e pulled his hand, wanting him to sit up.
The swordsman did indeed touch it.
"Indeed..." He slightly curled his fingers, slowly rubbing them together, and smiled. "Miss Zhu, you didn't wipe it clean just now, and now you're using my hands as a rag."
This finally gave Bao'e a way to satisfy her cravings that she had been suppressing for over a month.
She buried her face in his shoulder, panting heavily, unable to concentrate on talking to him, only occasionally uttering, "Good brother, you should try harder."
"But it's like this?" The swordsman pressed down, rubbing or kneading.
That sword-wielding hand was adept at using force and was covered with thin calluses; a little exertion was enough to make her feel refreshed all over.
"Good, good, good!" Bao'e didn't know how to control her voice or feel ashamed. She swayed and swayed, truly wanting to entrust all her joy to him.
When she was done, Bao'e leaned against his chest, panting heavily, and didn't come to her senses for a long time.
The swordsman withdrew his hand.
But right in front of her, he licked off all the grease off his fingers.
Seeing this, Bao'e, emboldened by lust, whispered to him, "Thank you for your help, brother. Now that you've helped once, why not do it a couple more times? That way, we can find even more fun."
The swordsman lowered his head and kissed her passionately for a while, pecking at her lips as he asked, "Do you still not know her name? In the depths of affection, calling her by her surname sounds too distant."
"Of course, of course." Bao'e took his hand and, unlike before, was no longer hesitant. She quickly wrote down two words.
“Bao, E…” the swordsman recognized.
Bao'e exclaimed happily, "That's right! That's right!"
"Zhu Bao'e?" The swordsman read out the full name.
Bao'e nodded again: "Brother, you call out so sweetly, why don't you say it a few more times?"
The swordsman asked, "Is he the reincarnation of Tianpeng?"
The fool said, "Brother, are you perhaps a diviner who understands all the ways of the world?"
"I have never learned that skill of divination," the swordsman said with a smile. "I have only heard my master mention that, in detail, you are my senior sister."
Bao'e exclaimed in surprise, "When did that monk take you as his disciple?"
“It’s not that elder. My original name was Yan Chixia, but I changed it to Yan Jinxue after I started cultivating with my master. My master was a free spirit and let me cultivate by subduing demons and monsters outside.”
She sat upright, but her face was turned slightly to the side, as if she were listening to the sounds around her.
"Master is here too?" She was stunned, and said to the sky, "Master, I was just chatting and laughing with this Junior Brother Yan, I didn't bully him at all."
The swordsman said, "He did not come."
“You don’t understand, you don’t understand,” Bao’e muttered. “That Taoist priest can transform into anything. Who knows if this Buddha statue is him, the pillar on the beam is him, or even one of him is hiding among the monks in front of the Buddha statue. Don’t say anything more, don’t let him hear you.”
Yan Jinxue didn't understand why she was so wary, so she asked her.
She didn't answer or move; she just sat there blankly, as if she had turned into a stone statue.
In a daze, she suddenly heard someone buzzing and calling her: "Wumiao, Wumiao!"
Bao'e covered her ears: "They're here! They really came! They're going to go crazy again, turning into a monkey's voice to play tricks on me."
"Don't talk nonsense! It's only been a day, and you've already forgotten everything?" The Great Sage transformed into a bee and buzzed at her.
Bao'e recognized the voice and said happily, "Senior brother, how did you find me? That monster said he threw you out."
The bee snorted softly, "That scoundrel dares to spout such big talk to scare people. He must have gotten a few treasures to frighten people like this."
"What treasure?"
“I told the two underworld officials what I saw in detail, and they recognized it. The ghost in the ghost’s hand was holding the soul-hooking rope of the underworld. The thing that was used to conjure this illusory realm was the judge’s pen of the netherworld.”
Bao'e said, "So you're also a ghost messenger!"
"We still don't know his true nature," the pilgrim said. "Wumiao, this illusory realm belongs to Yin. I came in here by borrowing the Soul-Guiding Banner of the Underworld. I'm afraid he'll discover me and I won't be able to return to my original form, nor can I stay for too long. You're perfect inside. Find a way to get the Judge's Pen, draw a door, and then, as we discussed before, work together with me, Old Sun, to subdue him from the inside out!"
Bao'e complained, "Senior brother, he set up a formation to trap me here. How am I supposed to find him?"
"Don't panic. That ghost feeds on turbid air and has been starving for a long time. Just wait patiently until its magic weakens, then it will break out."
"well!"
The traveler then asked, "How is Master?"
“Brother, he’s chanting sutras. I think he gets along well with those monks. After we capture that demon, we might as well leave him here as a chanting monk. We can divide our belongings and go our separate ways.”
"You idiot, stop yelling!" The bee stung her ear several times.
Ding Debao hurriedly rubbed her ears and said, "I know, I know. I won't make him chant scriptures, but I'll make him do the hard labor of the pilgrimage."
The traveler chuckled, "Good sister, talking like that will only earn you a scolding from that monk. No need to say more, this evil spirit is harming people, it's up to you and me to get rid of it. Don't be lazy, I'm off."
The traveler was a living soul, and fearing that staying in this dark place for too long would attract the attention of Young Master Nie, he left.
Bao'e was left racking her brains trying to figure out a way to steal the pen.
The swordsman overheard everything and discussed it with her.
The next day, just as dawn broke, a little demon suddenly came to the door, saying that the king had ordered Bao'e to go with him.
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