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This is a great opportunity to appreciate the woman you love most in your life. Your mother's hair is spread out outside the quilt, her eyes are closed, and she occasionally frowns. Her fair and delicate skin is faintly flushed, and she is charming and passionate, like all the beautiful things in the world that make people want to possess them from the bottom of their hearts.
At this time, men generally have to do something to show their love, just like after a match is pulled out, it needs to be rubbed against the matchbox that holds it, so that the inner passion can be indulged and the fire can be ignited.
Ye Wanqing was pretending to be asleep. Pretending to be asleep meant two things. The first was that she could never be woken up, and the second was that she would turn a blind eye to what happened next.
On the other hand, Ye Hongzhen felt that this was like a simple trap - a fishing basket, easy to get in but difficult to get out. As long as he lowered his head, he could kiss those soft lips, but the price was rebellion and becoming a rebellious son.
However, he would not do so for a simple reason: the trust she had opened her heart to should not be rewarded with disappointment or even despair.
No one knew better than him how inviolable his mother was. Over the years, there were many men who had a crush on her, but not many who pursued her. They simply couldn't accept the failure of their confession and broke up with her, and their relationship could never go back to the way it was before.
She was absolutely aware of those men's intentions, so she always hid her beauty very deeply and didn't give anyone the opportunity to take advantage of her. Whether it was her dressing style or her personality, the more you looked at her, the more sexually cold she seemed. Even her son had gotten used to her plain appearance of "hiding flowers and leaves without any makeup".
That's why I was caught off guard and reacted so violently. I stubbornly believed that she was in love and couldn't accept such "deception" for a while, so I went from one extreme to another.
The most regrettable thing in the world is to be mean to your loved ones.
Now that he had the chance to do it again, he would never allow himself to hurt her again.
"Mom, only in front of you do I want to be fair and aboveboard."
After saying that, he picked up the Manna Sword hanging on the wall and walked into the courtyard.
……
He practiced swordplay under the moon, and was only honing the sword that Qingyi had taught him.
She didn't say any mantra, but Ye Hong figured it out on his own. It was nothing more than four words - "sword piercing the dantian", and he unceremoniously named it "dragon coming out of the sea".
He hadn't held the sword for the past few days, but now that he was holding it again, there seemed to be a strange change, and he felt a lot more skilled.
But his swordsmanship was still too crude, like a village kid hitting grass with a stick, and the people hiding in the dark watching could not bear it and could not help laughing out loud.
Hearing this suppressed laughter, Ye Hong, who was concentrating on practicing sword skills, suddenly paused, as if he had noticed something, and turned his head subconsciously.
But there was clearly nothing behind him.
Besides, he had checked before and didn't notice anyone else in the woods.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around again, he was startled by something that suddenly appeared in front of him.
She was a short little girl with shoulder-length black and white hair. She was wearing a very soft white feather dress and seemed to have no underwear. Part of her jade-white calves were exposed, and she had slender feet and a plump figure. Although she had no wings, she could float in the air. She didn't look like a human being at all.
Seeing this, Ye Hong was stunned. After a while, he reacted and felt that there was something stuck in his heart that he couldn't help but say.
Isn't this that guy?
"Paimon?"
The girl was silent for a moment and frowned. Although she didn't understand what was said, she always felt that it was not a good thing.
Wanqing's child is so rude!
Because Ye Hong had seen enough in the past, he now had sufficient reasons to suspect that the loli in front of him was the incarnation of some spiritual beast raised by his master, or a mountain spirit or monster nurtured by heaven and earth, who was subdued and raised in the mountains by his master.
So he asked tentatively, "May I ask who this sacred person is?"
The girl raised her lips slightly when she heard that and said, "I am a thousand-year-old ginseng spirit that has just been cultivated and formed."
Ye Hong was surprised and said, "I was really disrespectful just now."
Then he looked away.
It would be a lie to say that he had no thoughts in his mind as he was talking about a thousand-year-old ginseng. However, the greed in his heart darkened a little and then immediately shrank back.
"It's okay." The girl smiled and forgave him for his disrespect to her before, and then said: "There are few people who are as bad at using a sword as you are. You are just like a monkey. Come here, I will play with you for a while."
Ye Hong asked again: "May I ask your name, senior?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Just call me Yu'er."
Chapter 60: Respect for Mother
For Ye Hong, the most basic ones are "Jiaolong Method" and "Zhou Tian Gong". The "Fish Swallowing Art" that he had used during the Qi training period was also included in the "Jiaolong Method". Then he has been using the basic water methods and sword-wielding skills recorded in the "Water Classic". In fact, he has never fought against the enemy with real blood.
Yu'er commented in a condescending manner: "Your foundation is too poor. You don't even know the basic sword moves. If that's the case, you must learn to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses... Didn't you learn the art of controlling the sword? Why don't you use it?"
Ye Hongqi asked, "Didn't you just transform successfully? You also know swordsmanship?"
She was silent for a while before she spoke: "You are so stupid. I have lived in this mountain for so many years. Even if I have never practiced, I have seen others use swords."
"I see. I am sorry for being so presumptuous."
The two practiced swordsmanship under the moon. The Ganlu Sword was like a meteor streaking through the night sky, chasing after her, but she always dodged it easily.
Ye Hong now understood in his heart that this was the so-called "opportunity". It was largely due to his mother that he was able to receive the other party's guidance.
In this case, the true identity of this senior with two short bare legs is not important. He will learn whatever she teaches, and it will be worth the trip.
After a long time, Yu'er looked at him and waved her hands, "No more playing, no more playing. I'm leaving."
After saying that, he ignored him and flew away without looking back.
Ye Hong stood there alone for a long time, thinking that if nothing unexpected happened, they would definitely meet again in the future.
However, having said that, it would be nice to capture a spirit in the shape of a little girl and give it to the mother as a spirit pet and to have it talk to her. It might even save her life in an emergency.
But if I give it to him, I'm afraid it can only be used as emergency food and an airplane cup.
……
Early in the morning, after practicing sword, Ye Hong returned to the house with a winter chill.
Ye Wanqing had already woken up, but was just resting with her eyes closed. She slowly opened her eyes, and the mist-like haziness gradually faded away, becoming bright and clear.
Last night when she was pretending to be asleep, she accidentally heard her son open his heart and say "I just want to be honest in front of you". These words made her sleepless for a long time, not because she was touched and relieved, but more because of annoyance - this is not right, I am your mother, what else do you want?
Well, after all, it was sad when her son was cold and ruthless in his distancing himself from her, but it was not good for him to be a bit clingy now and to stay in her arms all day long, because this closeness and love inevitably carried sexual connotations, and she would feel more or less embarrassed, or even have feelings for no reason.
I thought it would be better to arrange a marriage for him as soon as possible so that he can develop some feelings for the girl. It would be embarrassing for him to have all kinds of girlfriends out there.
Ye Wanqing recalled what her master said, there are some unwritten rules in the immortal sect, which have been passed down through many years of convention.
For example, the sect has been committed to cultivating immortal talents. Correspondingly, the immortal talents must of course serve the sect, give birth to offspring with spiritual roots and blood, and then join the sect. It is normal to repeat this cycle over and over again.
You know, the fresh blood selected and supplemented by the Ascension Conference is only a handful of people, which is far from enough.
If you practice celibacy and do not wish to have children, the sect will not force you to do so, but you must still strive to contribute to the best of your ability.
From this perspective, there is actually no difference between being on the mountain and being below the mountain. People in the valley become vulgar, and those who are lacking in the valley become greedy. These are very realistic problems.
"Come here, son." Ye Wanqing lay on the bed and stretched out a bare hand. Ye Hong walked over obediently, squatted down obediently, and rested his chin in the palm of her hand. The touch was extremely soft.
She couldn't help but narrow her eyes. No wonder the ancients used the humble term "dog son" and said affectionately, "Dog son~"
Ye Hong was helpless. How could she "scold" others like that? Where did she put herself?
"I am your son..."
"Mom knows." Ye Wanqing didn't care at all. She smiled softly with a hint of redness on her cheeks. But in her heart she was thinking almost masochistically, she was just a bitch, she even "seduced" her own son.
Recently, she has been troubled by the bad and negative thoughts that have filled her brain, but she has never realized that this is actually a "heart demon calamity". Even the most powerful and knowledgeable Master Chenyu did not notice anything unusual.
However, his mother's words moved Ye Hong's heart. He carefully moved his face closer, looked at her expression very seriously, then took the initiative to lean over and use his fingers to push away the hair in front of his mother's forehead, and put his forehead against hers.
He couldn't tell where this inexplicable worry in his heart came from, but it made him feel uneasy.
Ye Wanqing didn't expect him to do this. She froze completely and her already red cheeks looked like they were burning.
"... Stop it, it's hot."
She was so embarrassed that she wanted to run away, feeling that he might forcefully kiss her at any moment.
Oh, this brat is really driving me crazy.
Ye Hong was sure that his expression was absolutely free of blasphemy and lust. He knelt beside the bed, staring at her, and suddenly said, "Mom, don't be too nice to me!"
Ye Wanqing was stunned for a moment, frowned, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
"You haven't hit me for a long time. Will you never hit me again in the future?"
She turned her head away, seemingly nonchalant, "That's because you behaved well..."
In fact, it was because I felt sorry for the dangers and hardships he had encountered. He had already put enough strain on his own body, not to mention others. At this moment, I felt more grateful that my son had survived the disaster and had some softer emotions. How could I bear to punish him for these things?
"Then let me tell you a story!" He leaned close to his mother's ear and blew hot air into her sensitive earlobe, "I have a college classmate named Ling Xiaodong..."
The mother listened attentively as her son spoke:
Xiaodong has lived with his mother since he was a child. His father works in another city, so they seldom see each other and have nothing to say to each other. Because his father is a military man, he treats his son very strictly and often scolds him harshly in front of outsiders.
Over time, Xiaodong began to develop psychological problems and went to the hospital for a check-up, where he was diagnosed with depression.
The doctor’s advice is that no matter what the child does wrong, you should not yell at him and you must guide him slowly. Otherwise, the condition will become more and more serious and may even lead to suicide if it develops further.
Hearing this, Ye Wanqing couldn't help but frowned, "This is really... every family has its own problems, so what happened next?"
Ye Hong said softly: "Because of his illness, the relationship between him and his mother has become closer, but this is just the beginning."
Suddenly, Ye Wanqing had an ominous feeling.
Xiaodong's mother is called Aunt Zheng. Whenever she sits on the sofa and watches TV, he leans on her and says that his mother smells so good.
Whenever she took a shower, he offered to help scrub her back.
Once Aunt Zheng showed any intention of rejecting him, he would tell her how miserable he felt after suffering from depression and how he needed his mother to pat his head to feel better. Then Aunt Zheng would soften her heart again and again.
Ye Wanqing felt very uncomfortable. She felt something was wrong when she heard this. How was this different from blackmail?
Ye Hong continued, "Once, when Aunt Zheng was washing dishes, he quietly came behind his biological mother like a shadow, stretched out his evil black hand, and touched her buttocks. When Aunt Zheng turned her head away and wanted to get angry, the words of the doctor seemed to ring in her ears again: Don't stimulate the child, so he became more unscrupulous and finally showed his bad face, saying that the mother has a great figure..."
"Beast, it's just a beast!"
By now, Ye Wanqing's anger had been fully aroused. She seemed to be deeply touched. Her eyes were filled with maternal dignity. She put her hands on her son's shoulders, stared at him with shame and anger, and said in shock and anger: "Stinky boy, if you dare to bully your mother like this in the future, I will kill you first, and then commit suicide!"
Instead of being afraid, Ye Hong felt very relieved. It’s so right, Mom. It’s so right!
That's more like you, haha.
At this moment, the uneasy feeling in his heart was finally diluted a lot.
Ye Wanqing now fully understood what her son wanted to say through this story, and could even infer some of his thoughts, so she reluctantly suppressed her anger and questioned him, "How come you have such a disgusting classmate around you? How did you get to know him? I don't think I've ever heard you talk about this before."
I almost said directly, you bastard, did you get inspiration from him?
Unexpectedly, Ye Hong said lightly: "Mom, I am even willing to pay any price to keep all the filth and darkness out of your world, so how could I be willing to take the initiative to mention it to you?"