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She actually loved hearing these flirting words, and her heart was beating fast.

It can be heard that it is not coaxing or sweet talk, but a love from the bottom of her heart in exchange for her willingness to give her life for him, and the pity caused by her tragic situation. It is an expression of true feelings.

He is just born to be so bad and corny at such a young age.

"Lift up your skirt and let me see."

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Ye Hong sighed, "That's great."

She glanced at him with eyes so charming that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Chapter 94 Return to the Sect

After traveling for a while, Ye Hong finally returned to the vicinity of Qiuye Sect again.

After saying goodbye to the merchants from Baohuang Pavilion in a friendly manner and getting off the flying boat, Xiao Zi said that he would go shopping after making some money, and Yu'er wanted to go with him, so the group separated temporarily.

Ye Hong did not stay for long at the foot of the mountain, but went straight back to the mountain gate and went to pay a visit to the headmaster Liu Heting as soon as possible.

It happened that several elders were also chatting, and when they saw Ye Hong, their expressions suddenly changed and they stopped talking.

Liu Heting glanced at his beloved disciple and laughed throughout the main hall, "You are in the middle stage of foundation building. Good."

All in all, it took this boy about three months to enter the foundation-building stage, and he went from the "full of Qi" in the early stage of foundation-building to the "full of essence" in the middle stage of foundation-building. This speed of cultivation can be said to be a genius among geniuses.

Liu Heting asked him gently about his experiences over the past few months, and Ye Hong answered them one by one in a clear voice.

When they heard that he had entered the Chaos Demon Sea and killed a lot of people, Liu Heting didn't say anything, but the elders present couldn't sit still anymore.

"You really are risking your life!"

As the saying goes, a son of a wealthy family should not sit idle in the hall. To put it bluntly, a true disciple with a natural water spiritual root can become a Nascent Soul fighter just by lying down. Why take such a risk?

Liu Heting's eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved his hand, "You all got through this before, and aren't you all doing well now? It's only been a few years since we had good days, have you forgotten how we got there? Were we not able to get there by fighting with swords and sabers?"

"Well done." Liu Heting taught: "Remember, the truth lies on the blade!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Hong immediately bowed and saluted.

Liu Heting stroked his short beard and immediately said with a smile, "Hong, you came back at the right time. The New Year is coming soon and the sect's year-end competition is imminent. Go back and prepare well and get a good ranking by then."

Ye Hong hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, if not, I will not participate."

An elder named Li asked curiously, "What are you talking about? How can we not participate in such a grand event of the sect?"

Ye Hong replied softly, "To answer Elder Li, if a disciple goes up to the ring and the Jindan cannot defeat him, then it would be a bit too much of a bully for the foundation-building level."

It can almost be said that he has already secured the first place.

After he finished speaking, everyone suddenly understood that the child felt that there was no challenge.

Liu Heting thought about it, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's take some time off and prepare to form a pill to survive the thunder tribulation."

Elder Lin said, "Are you going to form the elixir now? That's too hasty. Ye Hong, have you touched the threshold of divine will?"

In fact, when the "essence" reaches a certain level, one will realize "God" on its own.

When a monk reaches the "Spiritual Power" realm, he will feel that his body is functioning smoothly, his mind is clear, his thinking is quick, his reactions are responsive, his mentality is stable, his will is firm, and he will not be startled or scream. Usually, when we say that a person's eyes are bright or energetic, they are describing this state.

Ye Hong nodded and replied, "I have already gotten a glimpse of the way. I plan to strive to overcome the tribulation in February next spring."

The elders were amazed again, and the way they looked at him became very unusual. If he could form a pill in one year, wouldn't it mean he could form an infant in ten years? It was so terrifying.

"It's a good thing to have ambition." Liu Heting gave him a few more instructions, and finally said, "Go."

After coming out of the main hall, Ye Hong turned around to look for his senior brother Murong Yun, but learned that he had gone out on a mission and would not be back for some time.

Ye Hong knew in his heart that his senior brother was being treated like a slave again.

When he arrived at the sect's contribution hall, he took out all the unused magic weapons, secret books, and storage bags that he had sorted out in advance, and handed them in together, just as if they were selling junk. After the exchange was completed, the contribution points on the merit book soared to tens of thousands, and even the top-grade spiritual medicines of the Jindan period could be exchanged.

He casually glanced at the task book, looking at the tasks listed on it. He had no interest and left after a while.

Afterwards, he turned left and went to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall and handed in his true robe. This robe had been worn out during his battles.

In order to conceal his identity, he even dyed it black. After withstanding many attacks and spells, its spirituality was greatly damaged. If it is not repaired and restored, it will probably be completely scrapped in a short time.

The deacon elder was also stunned and said with a wry smile, "Ye Zhenchuan, isn't it too risky for you to go out? I'm afraid you will have to perform the ritual again..."

Ye Hong nodded, and took out another bag of gemstones and minerals and handed it over. There were not many, only about a dozen pieces. "Use all that you can. If you can advance, that would be the best. Sorry for the trouble."

After finishing this series of trivial matters, Ye Hong let out a sigh of relief and returned to his own courtyard.

Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Feng’er for a long time. I wonder how she has been doing in the past few months?

"Feng'er..." Do you miss me?

Ye Hong called out softly, but no one answered. He looked around but couldn't find Feng'er. After asking the servant, he learned that she had gone out to the foot of the mountain to buy groceries. He thought, it's a good opportunity for him to go and see Teacher Liu first and come back to pick them up later.

……

People say that one becomes homesick when close to home, and the same is true for love.

Ye Hong went up the mountain along the Red Maple Trail. Although it was late winter, the mountain seemed to be in deep autumn, with light clouds floating above his head.

When we arrived near Dalongqiu, the sound of the waterfall seemed particularly loud.

Liu Qingyi could be seen from afar. She was wearing a blue-white dress and sitting cross-legged on a rock. Her long hair was rarely loose, flowing to her waist and being combed away by the wind.

Liu Qingyi suddenly felt her stomach tighten, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her pretty face was slightly stunned. She quickly realized that it was the traitor who came back. So what if he came back? Why did he want to torture her? She sighed helplessly.

To be honest, Ye Hong had been so busy these past few months that he almost forgot how beautiful the goddess he fell in love with at first sight was.

Only when you get closer can you see her clearly. She has no makeup on her face. Her eyes are like jade and her eyebrows are slightly raised, which makes her look aggressive, as if she is looking at you coldly. Her nose is straight and her lips are slightly pursed. The corners of her lips are also downward, which makes her look like she is sneering. She gives people a strong sense of distance and is reluctant to speak. She seems to have an innate cold temperament, exuding transparency and indifference.

A cold and ethereal woman like Qingyi could easily lower a man's sexual expectations, but Ye Hong easily responded to her. To be honest, he had never been so eager for his mother...

There was a flash of confusion in her eyes, but she saw the wind blowing her skirt, gently rippling it, outlining the round hip line that was taut due to sitting cross-legged. She raised her eyes and looked up, and saw a pair of perfectly shaped snow-white breasts in front of her chest that pushed up her clothes high.

He immediately made up his mind. Looking at her graceful figure, smooth lines, and beautiful curves, he must have fallen in love with her at first sight. Or should he say that he was lustful, or that he was attracted by her beauty... any of these statements are acceptable.

Ye Hong didn't care about other people's opinions. He only knew that the heartbeat at that moment was enough to prove that Qingyi had an almost magical attraction to him. This feeling could not be described in words.

If anything, he wanted to eat her up and become one with her.

Chapter 95: Master and Disciple

An indescribable feeling came over her, making Liu Qingyi feel more and more awkward. Looking at Ye Hong who was bowing, she felt very annoyed.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes, her pretty face frosted, and said in a clear and cold voice, "Kneel down."

Ye Hong raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that since his master asked him to kneel, then he should kneel, which was only natural.

So he lifted his robe, knelt quietly in the open space in front of her, straightened his body, and stood upright.

At first glance, it seems that there is a deep affection between the master and the apprentice, and there is also a subtle sense of harmony.

However, the master and the disciple, one was tortured by desire, feeling ashamed and unable to speak, while the other was obsessed with desire, his heart and eyes were full of offending the master. The only thing he was dissatisfied with her was probably that she refused to do it with him, nothing else.

This really cannot be called a pure and beautiful master-disciple relationship.

For some reason, every time Ye Hong spoke to her at close range and smelled the fragrance emanating from her, he felt his heart beating wildly and his heart was full of possessiveness and greed. Although he understood that love was not the only thing in life, just by looking at her silently, he could fall into an illusory sense of satisfaction, as if he saw the full moon shining on the hill.

In order to ease his restless mood, he could only half-jokingly ask, "Master, you asked me to kneel down, but are you going to teach me the Dharma?"

In a moment of carelessness, he forgot that they had previously agreed not to address each other as master and disciple, and it was too late to change his words.

Qingyi was stunned at first, and then seemed to be irritated by the word. She was annoyed in her heart, "You still know that I am your master, but do you know how to respect your teacher? You deserve to be beaten!"

"Can you learn it?" The voice was so cold that it made people tremble.

Having been met with such a setback, Ye Hong had no choice but to kneel down and keep silent.

Qingyi wanted to temper his temper. It was not a good thing for a young man to be too aggressive.

However, this was also a big test for her. She could only endure it and not lose her composure in front of the traitor. She would always be distracted by thinking, "Don't be shocked. Since you like him so much, just go inside his body" or "Be quiet, he will hear it." Gradually, she felt water starting to flow out from her lower body. She couldn't help but feel a stronger sense of humiliation in her heart. Her pretty face was tense and she looked not very good.

At this moment she felt both sober and crazy. What was sober was her mind, and what was crazy was her body. Her body betrayed her mind time and time again.

This person is neither a master nor a disciple. I really don't know who is testing whom between them.

On the other hand, Ye Hong's mind was full of wild thoughts after he calmed down. He recalled the plots of TV dramas he had watched before. In those TV dramas, whenever the protagonist made a mistake and asked the master for forgiveness, he would usually say, "Master, if you don't forgive me, I will kneel down to show you, until you forgive me!"

Master said, if you are willing to kneel, then kneel down. I want to see how long you can kneel.

Then the protagonist would usually kneel down obediently for the entire night, during which time there would inevitably be such tragic scenes as "standing in the snow outside a teacher's door" and "heavy rain from the sky", which were not uncommon.

It was nothing more than a contest between the young man's nagging and the Master's kindness.

I just never expected that one day I would become the protagonist of the story.

He was complaining in his heart, really, my master is not some old-fashioned old man, but a cold and noble beauty, I might as well go up and finger her, fingering her until her face turns red, begging for mercy shyly, and saying in a delicate voice, "Forget it, I forgive you, you little brat, hurry up and give it to me, let me climax quickly..."

Imagination, ideals, and all kinds of fantasy can almost all be summarized as human fantasy.

At this moment, his heart was filled with dirty and evil thoughts, and vulgar fantasies were hot and wanton. However, this delusion seemed to have the power to break through reality and illusion.

She was miserable because of him.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qingyi’s clenched hands loosened and her delicate body twitched slightly involuntarily.

The trickle of water flows slowly and gurglingly along the texture of the stone, just like the melting of ice and snow in spring, the chilly spring winds away, and the soft rain has arrived.

Apart from the feeling of extreme excitement, there were no other thoughts in my mind.

Fortunately, it didn't last long. The whole process took only a few seconds, like a quick and hazy dream.

Her face flushed slightly, and she suddenly straightened her slender waist. She looked around in surprise and found that Ye Hong was still kneeling there, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes unfocused, as if he was in a trance.

She destroyed all traces with the snap of her fingers and breathed a sigh of relief. Her throat was dry and her cold voice carried some unspeakable weakness, but she enunciated each word heavily, giving people a very fierce feeling.

"Get up now."

"Thank you, Elder Liu." Ye Hong suddenly came back to his senses, stood up and patted his clothes. When he looked around at his beautiful master, he noticed that her ears were a little red and she looked a little tired. Although he noticed something unusual, he didn't think about it for a while.

Qingyi bit her lower lip and glared at him hatefully. She felt annoyed, regretful, and lost. Her body and mind felt empty at the moment, but these subtle and unnecessary emotions were quickly eliminated by her.

After the burning desire cools down and the sorrow passes, it returns to its pure innocence, just like the symbolic flower of the Flower Clan - the white lotus. Even if it is pushed down into the mud and trampled countless times, it is still itself when it stands up. The filth of the world cannot taint it in the slightest.

Soon, Qingyi said in a calm and expressionless manner, "You kneel before me for half an hour, and I will teach you the "Sleeping Dragon Method". Listen carefully, the formula is: The dragon returns to the sea of ​​origin, and the yang hides in the yin. It is called the Sleeping Dragon, but it is actually the Sleeping Heart. It hides its purpose silently, and rests deeply..."

After she finished teaching him the Dharma, she said in a deep voice, "I hope you will take good care of yourself in the future!" But she did not mention a word about the hard work and sleepless nights she had put in for him behind the scenes.