Chapter 3:Storm is Coming

Five days later.

　　Qingjing Mountain, Jiange.

　　The scenery remained the same, the peach blossoms on the back hill were still withering, and inside the Luanfeng Hall, Shangguan Yuhe, dressed in a star-grey Taoist robe, sat firmly on the high platform, his fairy face and sword-like brows tightly furrowed, staring at the jade slip in his hand with a serious expression.

　　Under the priceless rosewood and marble table, soft jade feet wearing a pair of crystal warm jade high heels kept tapping the ground. The charming white skin of the delicate lotus toes wrapped in the high heels could whet your appetite at the first sight.

　　The deep sound of the bell echoed throughout the valley. After dusk, the darkness of the night slowly pressed over the sky, adding a lot of depression and solemnity to Jiange. Dark clouds were approaching, and a storm was about to come.

　　The guard who was grinding ink and holding the lamp nearby took a surreptitious look at the contents of the jade slip: the sect competition.

　　The Xia and Man countries had always been at war, and the spirit of respecting martial arts and abandoning literature was ingrained in the people's blood. Over the years, martial arts competitions were often held in the mortal world within the Xia Dynasty for the people to enjoy.

　　But you have to know that immortal cultivators can destroy cities and cut off rivers at will. If such a competition were to take place in the immortal cultivation world, and Xia and Man were specially invited, this matter would definitely not be as simple as letting the common people watch the fun.

　　From ancient times to the present, nothing can be more inspiring than showing the strength of one's own country. Being able to show one's prowess in front of the barbarians can make many Xia Dynasty men excited. However, this conference, which seems to be a meeting of making friends through martial arts, actually involves the minds of the whole country and determines the path of both sides in the world of immortal cultivation.

　　As luck would have it, the regulations for this competition are particularly unfavorable to Jiange.

　　First: This competition will determine the rankings in order to plan the level of the immortal sect.

　　Second: Monks over the age of thirty are not allowed to have a place in the competition.

　　You know, after the former Sword Pavilion leader passed away mysteriously, the Sword Pavilion had been recuperating for more than ten years, which led to a large number of disciples leaving. There are quite a few strong people in the Sword Pavilion now, but the next generation is in a period of transition. There are almost no disciples who are suitable for the competition and have advanced cultivation.

　　If Yun'er could break through to the third or fourth level in the Guiling Period, she might be able to avoid losing face to Jiange.

　　As for competing for ranking, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

　　There are many young cultivators in the immortal sects within the territory of Xia alone, and there are also many core disciples and children of the sect masters who are less than 30 years old but have reached the level of half-step enlightenment. How can Yun'er face the fierce attacks of these rare and proud talents?

　　If they lose this competition, the level of their sect will decline, and they will receive much less food and other resources from the Xia Dynasty royal family every year.

　　The first thing to be affected is food. The disciples of the immortal sect are not immortals yet, and are not much different from ordinary mortals. The fasting technique of not eating or drinking can only last for more than half a month.

　　If those who practice Taoism have to starve, the immortals will have to go down the mountain to farm and practice in seclusion. Who would still worship at the mountain gate to practice? The mortals below will have no land to farm, and there is a high probability that disputes will arise and the rule of the dynasty will be overthrown.

　　The second is that there will be insufficient internal demand for resources for cultivation, and the disciples' cultivation will not improve for a long time, so people's hearts will not be united and they will be attracted to first-class immortal gates with abundant resources.

　　The situation in Jiange has always been troublesome for Shangguan Yuhe. If the competition is added, the Jiange will collapse.

　　Shangguan Yuhe rubbed her worried brows with her delicate hands and looked towards the empty Luanfeng Hall in front of her. It was getting close to night, and the disciples on both sides who were handling the sect's letters had returned to their caves to eat or practice.

　　In the past, at this time, Yun'er might be by his side, rubbing his shoulders and playing with him, giving him advice on tedious tasks, and the guards would also be amused by Yun'er's jokes. Pei Wan would play the piano beside him to add some liveliness to the boredom.

　　But ever since Yun'er went to the barbarian land, the Luanfeng Palace has become increasingly desolate, and the Jiange has become less lively.

　　Shangguan Yuhe, who was reminiscing about the warmth of the past, came back to her senses and glanced at the guard holding the lamp: "Where is Pei Wan?"

　　The guard holding the lamp replied, "It should be in the Peach Blossom Garden."

　　Shangguan Yuhe's expression changed slightly, and her beautiful face showed a hint of confusion. Three days ago, after Pei Wan told her that he was willing to become Huang Feng's swordsmanship master, his position as a guard was put on hold and he no longer took the initiative to participate in the sect's major events. Is he so busy teaching disciples?

　　It wasn't like this when I taught Yun'er before.

　　After a little thought, Shangguan Yuhe thought that Huang Feng's swordsmanship talent was too poor, which prevented Pei Wan from being able to move, so he ordered the guards, "Go and call Pei Wan to the Luanfeng Hall to discuss matters."

　　"yes."

　　Under the shadow of peach blossoms, the clear autumn water and the floating sounds of drunken dreams.

　　Inside the wing, silk stockings were scattered all over the floor, and several pieces of silk clothing were hanging on shelves, windowsills, and collapsed screens.

　　There were two people lying on the large pearwood bed inside. A thin boy was sleeping on top of a gentle and charming woman. The boy's body was less than half the size of the woman, and his dark and thick head was buried in the woman's soft chest, which seemed particularly out of place. However, the two of them were sleeping in each other's arms intimately.

　　Pei Wan was naked, with disheveled long hair, slightly parted red lips, and a gentle face that was still so familiar. Her round and plump buttocks seemed to look bigger than before, and her white buttocks were covered with red palm marks, which made her look pitiful.

　　On her curvy figure, her round arms tightly embraced a thin man. There was a strange bulge on her lower abdomen as they lay on top of each other. Her crotch was full of sparkling water, and the smooth passage tightly wrapped around Huang Feng's huge penis.

　　As Huang Feng moved slightly, Pei Wan, who was still asleep, was stimulated and trembled uncontrollably. His plump legs tightened a little, and an obscene "puff puff" sound came from the place where the two of them were connected. Milky white liquid slowly overflowed from the peach garden, sliding down the beautiful flesh between the buttocks to the bed, indicating that Huang Feng's huge thing that was deeply inserted into Pei Wan's slippery passage was slowly waking up.

　　Her delicate breathing gradually became rapid, and a few sparkling tears were still hanging on her two long eyelashes.

　　With a groan of "Hmm~", Pei Wan opened his eyes dazedly, looked at the barbarian boy lying on his plump body, and a trace of hatred suddenly flashed across his watery eyes.

　　The peach blossom mark on the abdomen flickered and disappeared.

　　The little ghost buried in the huge breasts woke up suddenly, but Pei Wan, who was limp under him, had turned back to a spring breeze-filled look. He looked at him gently and called out, "Master, you get up."

　　Huang Feng's forehead was covered with sweat. The aphrodisiac in Huanxi Temple was like a poison, which would have a sensory connection with the person who drugged it. Just a moment ago, he felt that Pei Wan had controlled the aphrodisiac in his body and his consciousness was almost awake. If he hadn't woken up at that time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

　　Looking at Pei Wan's now submissive appearance, Huang Feng smiled softly, and inserted his awakened penis all the way to the bottom, suddenly advancing towards Pei Wan's palace, kneading Pei Wan's plump and soft white breasts, making Pei Wan's face look more and more blurred, and his fingers vigorously pulled and twisted Pei Wan's bud-like cherry:

　　"Pei Wan, Pei Wan, I never thought that even an aphrodisiac that could make a person in the Void Realm aroused and release sexual desire could not completely destroy your consciousness."

　　While they were talking and laughing, the giant thing under him continued to attack the flooded peach garden flesh hole, and the mark on his belly flashed a dazzling light again. Pei Wan was pushed so hard that she kept moaning: "Master... don't do this... come together and humiliate Wan'er... my little cunt can't stand it... ouch!"

　　Huang Feng picked up Pei Wan's legs and continued to whip her mature body with his thin body, looking at her lower abdomen: "You have to be humiliated. You have to make the bitch remember the smell of the master, so that she won't wake up and disobey the master, understand?"

　　Pei Wan panted softly, the invasion into the flower chamber was too comfortable, the warm and soft honey meat could not help but surround the penis, a hint of charm emerged from it, which was constantly absorbed by Taoyin:

　　"How could it be... the little bitch's... cunt only recognizes the shape of the master... it feels so good... the master can fuck Wan'er however he wants..."

　　Huang Feng knew that Pei Wan's coquettish appearance was just an illusion caused by aphrodisiacs. To truly conquer a woman, he had to start from the heart and make her body completely surrender to him.

　　And this toy in front of him is just a test subject for Huang Feng. The most important purpose of this trip to Xiaguo Jiange is that woman! !

　　Thinking of this, the giant thing in Huang Feng's lower body became more and more ferocious. "Puchi Puchi", the penis pushed into Pei Wan's deepest part again and again, as if it wanted to pierce her.

　　Pei Wan's flower bud had experienced many days of instruction and had already wisely opened its mouth. The proud python head was welcomed into the hot palace chamber.

　　Pei Wan's palace room sensed the arrival of her master, and the aphrodisiacs around her body were attracted, and her spiritual power suddenly became agitated. Pei Wan's eyes suddenly became unfocused, then suddenly became larger, and her lower body involuntarily straightened up, colliding violently with Huang Feng.

　　"Master, it feels so good! I'm going crazy!!"

　　"Pei Wan! Get ready for my thick cum!"

　　"Oh oh oh, good master! My little master... Pei Wan was fucked by the little slave master again... The slutty cunt is going to be filled with the slave's semen, chuckle... My belly is going to be filled up... ah chuckle!!"

　　Listening to Pei Wan's mindless obscene words, Huang Feng's penis began to swell from the root, and streams of thick and smelly semen rushed into Pei Wan's womb frantically. The horrifying sour and hot feeling then spread out with Pei Wan's womb as the center, advancing all the way along the tendons and spinal cord and rushing into the brain.

　　The peach mark on Pei Wan's lower abdomen emitted a dazzling light, and his whole body began to spasm, especially the Taoyuan acupoint and the uterus.

　　"I'm dying, snort!"

　　Pei Wan tried her best to moan out a word, and held tightly with both hands the little boy who was lying on top of her and working on her. Her palace was like a reservoir filled with water, madly harvesting the obscene white fluid.

　　The sea of ​​​​the palace surged with huge waves, and with the climax it turned into pure spiritual power that met the white liquid, hovering around the python's head and merging with it. The two of them just looked at each other passionately, Huang Feng's essence continued to stabilize the aphrodisiac in Pei Wan's body, and Pei Wan's sea of ​​​​the palace's spiritual power also infinitely nourished Huang Feng.

　　Without anyone knowing, Huang Feng used Pei Wan's physical and mental dual cultivation technique to make his spiritual sea more and more vast, and his realm soared from the seventh level of Qi training to the ninth level, and only stopped slowly when he touched the bottleneck of breaking through the realm.

　　The cold wind rustled in the mountains at night, and the lanterns hanging on the gate of the courtyard swayed.

　　A thin female guard walked along the quiet road in the back mountain and gradually came to Pei Wan's residence.

　　Although they are both guards, Pei Wan's cultivation has reached the peak of Huayun, and he is only one step away from Dongxu. In addition, he is the young master's "wet nurse and foster mother", so he is basically the deputy in charge in Jiange.

　　The female guard did not dare to barge into Pei Wan's residence rashly. When she reached the gate of Taohuayuan, she glanced at the candlelight in the wing room from afar and knocked on the door cautiously: "Senior Sister Pei."

　　…

　　"Senior Sister Pei."

　　After a long while, a voice came from inside: "It's Junior Sister Li, what's the matter?"

　　The voice sounded a little lazy, and Junior Sister Li did not find it strange, and responded: "The Sect Master wants you to come to the Luanfeng Hall to discuss matters."

　　"Um...Okay! I understand. You can leave first."

　　"yes."

　　In the side room, Huang Feng was lying on Pei Wan's body like a toad, his big penis still firmly embedded in Pei Wan's cunt, his twisting waist entangled in the mountains and fields.

　　The rainwater from the porch slowly overflowed, flowed along the cracks in the flower gate, and soaked the dry land that had been dry for a long time. The lush green grass on the ground dripped with cool water droplets, telling the sad stories of the previous time.

　　The seductive and plump legs stretched out slowly with the vibration, and with the moans, the fluid accumulated in the entrance flowed out, and Pei Wan struggled to pull out Huang Feng's huge penis.

　　Huang Feng's small hands on her chest continued to ravage her nipples, and when she sat up to change clothes, he pinched them hard.

　　Pei Wan cried out tenderly, her body trembling: "No, Master, I need to change my clothes and go to the meeting."

　　Huang Feng lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Pei Wan's lower abdomen, then said with a smile: "Go ahead, write down everything and come back to tell me."

　　"Well...Wan'er knows."

　　It is well known in the spiritual world that there are two things about Huanxi Temple that are extremely powerful, and both are particularly deadly.

　　That is the human heart and the Buddha's teachings. The bone scraping aphrodisiac is just a means to conquer the human heart. The Joy Temple has many means of torturing the human heart. After all, the human heart is nothing but flesh, and everything originates from the mind.

　　The best and most convenient ways to control people's hearts are lust, alcohol, money, and emotional hurt.

　　By following this medium, one can seduce and break a person's mind and meridians, causing his sea of ​​soul to be lost and his spirit to be occupied by the demon of lust. By controlling him when his mind is in chaos, one can capture his heart and use it for one's own purposes.

　　However, this method is detrimental to the harmony of nature and corrupts human ethics, and is almost universally regarded as a demonic practice.

　　As for Buddhism, the Dharma has been spread thousands of times in the mainland, but the preaching has become blurred after years of preaching. Fortunately, there are still many old men in seclusion stationed in Huanxi Temple. They will show up when the righteous people come to seek advice and promote the true source of Buddhism. Only in this way can Huanxi Temple not lose this method of practice.

　　Huang Feng looked at Pei Wan's plump body swaying as she left the garden. A Buddha statue appeared in his hand. The Buddha was naked, with a fat belly and a big grin. The clasped Buddha's hands were holding two faint spiritual threads.

　　One is pink, thick and clearly visible; the other is silver-gold, illusory and blurry.

　　"Shangguan Yuhe is quite a man of integrity. She accepted my aphrodisiac but didn't use it. Her feelings for me haven't changed in a few days."

　　"It seems that lust alone is not enough to get this bitch. We need to find other ways."

　　Pei Wan, who left the garden, had no change in expression, and his figure was still graceful and beautiful. He changed into a green gauze long skirt, tied a sword around his waist, and went to the Luanfeng Palace.

　　Her steps were graceful, and the hem of her skirt created ripples of beauty. The scent of peach blossoms mixed with a hint of fishy smell lingered on the road as she passed by. She looked into the distance at the long-burning green lanterns outside the Luanfeng Palace.

　　"metropolitan."

　　Holding a wolf-hair brush, Shangguan Yuhe, who was reviewing documents, heard a familiar voice coming from outside the palace. His cold face showed a casual smile, and his sword eyes slightly raised:

　　"Pei Wan, come in, we are all family, no need to be so polite. Yun'er has been away for a few days, why are you coming in so politely?"

　　Yun'er...

　　When Pei Wan heard the name, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, his heart tightened, and he struggled to step into the Luanfeng Hall. He thought for a moment, "The sect's rules cannot be broken."

　　Shangguan Yuhe placed the brush on the pen holder and raised his thin eyebrows. He was amused by this sentence. Pei Wan, who was usually carefree, actually told him to follow the rules:

　　"You can just say this in front of outsiders. When have you ever been so distant in private? When Yun'er was a child and cried because I scolded her, did you always talk back to me like you were protecting your child?"

　　Pei Wan's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible sense of guilt, and he smiled at Shangguan Yuhe who was sitting high on the palace platform: "It's just that Yun'er has grown up and no longer needs my protection."

　　There was a hint of sadness in his tone.

　　Shangguan Yuhe frowned slightly and shook his head: "Yes! A few days ago, he communicated with me using the Tiandun card. In his idle chat, he talked about the war between Manxia and the deaths of mortals on the battlefield..."

　　"…What should we do when seeing this? Facing life and death, what is the point of practicing Buddhism? Even I can't help but feel a little disappointed…"

　　"…But this is just some growth, not growing up. As the saying goes, 'the older the wine, the better it tastes'. Perhaps after a few more years of decline, Yun'er will one day become a great cultivator that you and I look up to."

　　Although Pei Wan was controlled by the aphrodisiac, she did not lose her memory, nor did she lose her mind. She remembered everything that happened in the past, but she could not say or do anything to resist Huang Feng.

　　Pei Wan agreed with Shangguan Yuhe's evaluation of Yun'er. When Su Yun started practicing, she had been guiding him since the moment he picked up the sword, even though Su Yun's realm was not high and his talent for practice was slow.

　　But if we only talk about the way of the sword, Yun'er can be called a genius that only appears once in a century, and also a genius who is obsessed with swords.

　　Su Yun started practicing sword at the age of three, swinging the sword a thousand times every day, and has never stopped for more than ten years. His experience and skills are perfect, and his understanding of sword intent and swordsmanship is not inferior to Shangguan Yuhe, if both are at the same level.

　　The sword in Su Yun's hand is not afraid of the millions of sword practitioners in the world!

　　"It's a pity that when practicing in the world, time doesn't allow people to grow up slowly."

　　Shangguan Yuhe sighed, her beautiful face was furrowed with brows, and she looked unhappy. Perhaps she was a little tired from sitting for too long, so she stood up. The gown that was pressed against the chair was inevitably a little wrinkled and messy, which made her look less intimidating. She tidied it up with her delicate hands, revealing a pair of crystal clear warm jade high heels and beautiful jade toes.

　　Afterwards, Shangguan Yuhe took out a jade slip from the table, and spiritual energy floated in the air, revealing the details of the Xiaman Sect Competition.

　　Pei Wan watched carefully and said, "Martial arts competition? The rules..."

　　Shangguan Yuhe was not surprised to see Pei Wan's frowning brows. Pei Wan, who had served her for many years, could see at a glance that the crisis was inevitable and should be so.

　　Shangguan Yuhe lowered his head and thought, "In the sect, there are only 70 disciples over 30 years old, and most of them are at the peak of Qi Refining. There are only three people in the Return to Spirit Realm, and they are in the lower third level. Can we maintain the reputation of a first-class sect by participating in the competition like this?"

　　Pei Wan shook his head, and after a moment of silence, he said helplessly: "We are not as good as the best. Years ago, I went to Zuiqingxuan, Xian Palace, Endless Fire Domain and other first-class sects. Their core disciples have reached the peak of returning to the spirit realm, and some have even reached the half-step transformation. Facing them, we will definitely lose."

　　Shangguan Yuhe was not sure before. After all, she had lived in the mountains for a long time. She knew more about the cultivators inside and outside the sect through the information relayed by guards such as Pei Wan. If even Pei Wan thought there was no chance of winning, then there was really no chance of winning.

　　Her expression became increasingly cold as she stared at the silent night outside the palace. "If Su Yun's father hadn't passed away, with our combined sword power, who in the world of immortal cultivation would not dare to acknowledge that the Sword Pavilion is the best sect in the world? Even becoming the imperial master of the Xia Kingdom wouldn't be a problem!"

　　Pei Wan didn't dare to respond to Shangguan Yuhe's words, and no one in the world dared to respond.

　　There are five stages of spiritual practice: Qi training, spiritual return, transformation, emptiness, and asking for the way. Each stage is divided into nine levels.

　　Shangguan Yuhe is now only forty years old and is in the third realm of Dongxu, with a lifespan of hundreds of years.

　　But after entering Dongxu, each level is full of dangers. Many of the proud sons of heaven and earth in the world can enter Dongxu in just a few dozen times, but they cannot get a glimpse of the realm of asking for the way until their death, and finally turn into a handful of dirt.

　　Most of the first-rate sects in the world have experts in the Void Realm, but they are few in number. Currently, Xia Country has seven experts, namely:

　　Shangguan Yuhe of Jiange, national teacher Liu Zhouyue, empress Dongfang Li, Su Qingli of the Immortal Palace, Xue Xiyue of Zuiqingxuan, as well as the two male masters of Endless Fire Domain and Eagle Tower.

　　Among them, the royal court of the Xia Dynasty had two Dongxu masters, and the Zuiqingxuan sect was the state religion of the royal court. This was also the primary reason for the longevity of the Xia Dynasty.

　　Jiange once had two Dongxu monks, whose combined attack had the power to ask for the way. They were once the most powerful in the Nine Provinces and had the potential to unify the Xiaman cultivation world.

　　Unfortunately, things went against one's wishes. The hero grew old and aged prematurely, leaving the beauty in an empty bed.

　　Shangguan Yuhe complained for a while, and the dissatisfaction that had been suppressed in his heart for many years disappeared a little. He raised his sword eyes and looked outside the hall:

　　"Even though I have lived in Jiange for more than ten years, it is not difficult to find from the news brought back by these spies that the world has changed with the unification of Xia and Man..."

　　"... Pei Wan, you may not be able to perceive it, but as a Dongxu cultivator, I have a vague feeling that certain rules of this world are quietly changing. This change has an impact on the Jiuzhou cultivation world and even the Xia Kingdom. It seems that there is a crisis of a mountain storm coming, destroying cities and destroying lands."

　　"Is it too much to worry about?"

　　Shangguan Yuhe frowned slightly and said carefully:

　　"Dongxu is only one step away from enlightenment. He has some clues to the secrets of heaven. Sometimes we have to believe it. But the most urgent task is the sect competition, which will be held in a month. There are still three disciples in the inner sect who are in the spiritual return realm. The sect should mobilize all resources to improve their strength as much as possible in a short period of time."

　　Pei Wan nodded. This was the only feasible plan now. "Sect Master, what are you going to do?"

　　Although the sect had a lot of resources, raising the level in a short period of time was just a waste of time. Improving the realm alone was meaningless for a martial arts competition, and even practicing too quickly led to instability, and poor performance was the norm.

　　Shangguan Yuhe thought about something and a hint of shame flashed across her eyes. She turned around and walked down the hall with a blush on her cheeks.

　　"How about opening the entire sword tomb to all the sect disciples for anyone to choose from? I believe that the spirit sword hidden in the sword tomb should also be able to open up a path for this trend."

　　Pei Wan blinked, obviously a little surprised. Although there were countless swords hidden in the Sword Tomb, there were hundreds or even thousands of disciples in the Jiange Sect. Aren't they afraid of draining the Jiange family's wealth by taking out so many swords at once?

　　Shangguan Yuhe noticed the surprise on Pei Wan's face and said:

　　"The cohesion of the sect has been reduced over the years, and it is time to mobilize people's hearts. The sword is sharpened by grinding, and the swords in the sword tomb are just sitting there. Instead of letting them gather dust, it is better to let the sword pavilion amaze the world!"

　　As he said this, Shangguan Yuhe's eyes were extremely firm, and in his eyes he could vaguely see the future where Jiange would once again dominate the top of Kyushu.

　　Pei Wan was shocked and stood up to salute: "Master Nayun's intention, Pei Wan and Jiange dare not disobey."

　　"Pei Wan, take the guards and get ready."

　　"In two days, the sword tomb will be opened."

　　"yes."

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　　The night wind is cold and the green lamp above the palace gate is dim.

　　The white orchids rustled in the night breeze.

　　The cool breeze is reliable, the autumn moon is boundless, and we are all under the same sky as dusk approaches.

　　Within the jurisdiction of Huanxi Temple, the sound of Zen is faint, wisps of incense rise from the temple, and occasionally a few Buddhist children walk in to worship. The doors of the monks' rooms inside are closed, and the Buddhist bells standing in the setting sun seem to echo faintly.

　　Behind the cluster of temples, there are hills and mountains stacked up. Two Buddhist children holding hand warmers and burning lamps are walking on the mountains, lighting the incense altars in front of the caves on the many peaks.

　　They walked to a remote cave with a pavilion hidden in the distance. After lighting the incense altar, one of the younger Buddhist children turned around and looked at the cave pavilion, his brows furrowed.

　　"Brother, how long has this donor from the Sword Pavilion been meditating?"

　　"It's been several days and nights, and he hasn't moved at all. There are spider webs on his head."

　　"You really practiced hard. Did Senior Brother Huang Feng also practice the same way when he went to Jiange?"

　　"Hehe, our sect's magic is special and mysterious. Can Senior Brother Huang Feng practice hard in the Sword Pavilion?"

　　"That's right."

　　Gossips were scattered on the path and pavilion outside the cave. The handsome young man slowly opened his eyes, and a tear fell slowly from his eyes.

　　The lewd scene between Wanniang and Huang Feng that day could not be erased from his mind for a long time, and he almost went into a state of obsession. Fortunately, the "Qingjing Sutra" of the Jian Ge Jian Men's mental method had the effect of clearing the mind and reducing desires. After meditating and reciting the mental method, his desire to die finally calmed down.

　　After sorting out all the absurd things, Su Yun suddenly realized that the past could not be changed, but the future could be changed. Now there were more important things waiting for him to do.

　　The thought became clear, and Ye Luo rose up without wind. Wisps of spiritual power poured into his body. As Su Yun stood up, he advanced through the first, second, and third levels, breaking through the third small realm and entering the third level of Guiling.

　　Su Yun's thoughts of decadence disappeared, he stood up and stretched his body which had not moved for several days, causing it to crackle, he looked towards the deep temple outside the cave, untied the belt around his waist, took off his clothes, changed into a jet-black nightgown from his ring, put on a 'human skin mask' and covered himself with black cloth.

　　The so-called "human skin mask" is an essential tool for disguise in the underworld. It is like a piece of skin that is stuck on the face to change one's shape and appearance. However, the human skin masks in the underworld are generally crudely made and difficult to deceive people, so Su Yun covered it with black cloth.

　　After changing his appearance, Su Yun picked up the long sword named Green Scroll, unsheathed the blade, and looked into the depths of the temple: aphrodisiac, Joy Temple, and a mark on the lower abdomen?

　　No matter what, Wanniang, wait for me. I will definitely find the antidote to save you.

　　After thinking about it, a figure disappeared in the cave.

　　Huanxi Temple is located in a foreign country, and Su Yun doesn't know much about it. He only knows from the intelligence revealed by Jiange about the wars between the two places over the years that Huanxi Temple has repeatedly provided medicine to the barbarians. This medicine can stimulate the blood of mortals and turn them into ruthless killing beasts on the battlefield.

　　There was also information reported in Huanxi Temple that Dongxu once appeared to preach Buddhism. However, according to the information, this Dongxu was already hundreds of years old. It must have been when he was about to die that he appeared and left his mantle to the sect.

　　Although Huanxi Temple and Jiange are both first-rate sects, there shouldn't be many people in the Dongxu realm who have omnipotent spiritual awareness. When Su Yun was young, he often tried to play to avoid his mother's spiritual pursuit, and he also developed the ability to conceal his whereabouts. He could hide for a long time even when the Dongxu realm was unaware.

　　However, Su Yun was unable to estimate how many high-level monks there were in Huanxi Temple, but he thought that there should be more than that in the declining Jian Ge.

　　Su Yun crawled forward along the path along the courtyard wall, lowering his back, with his toes precisely stepping on the gaps between fallen leaves. He made almost no sound and did not dare to breathe. It could be said that he was quite careful.

　　After gradually passing through the high wall of the front yard, we came to the low backyard on the side. Looking through the blinds, we saw an old and dilapidated Bodhi tree planted inside, and the doors of the houses around it were tightly closed.

　　It was already night time and there was no candlelight in the room. After observing carefully for a long time, Su Yun nodded and climbed over the courtyard wall like a light swallow, entering the heart of Huanxi Temple, which covered a large area and had countless meditation rooms.

　　A few days ago, when Su Yun first arrived to report, he observed that there were about thousands of bald monks living there. He wanted to find out what strange thing Huang Feng had done to cause Wan Niang to become like that.

　　We have to start with these monks.

　　The best way is to find the room in Huanxi Temple where the skills and pharmacopoeia are recorded. If that doesn't work, you can also capture a young monk with low cultivation and ask him.

　　As for why Su Yun did not ask Huanxi Temple in person, the reason was simple: Huang Feng and Su Yun were both core disciples, and Huanxi Temple was bound to cover up for Huang Feng and hide the truth from Su Yun, so it would be better for him to investigate it himself.

　　Jump into the temple.

　　It was in the backyard, and there were rarely people. Su Yun walked through two corridors and opened a dozen dark Zen rooms. There were only mats and wooden beds inside, which were simple and unpretentious. The wooden table next to it was covered with dust, which must be because no one lived there on weekdays.

　　If we continue searching like this, it would be like a blind man touching an elephant. It is almost impossible to find the Sutra Hall and Medicine Hall overnight.

　　If you keep exploring room by room, you never know if you might run into a cultivator stronger than you, and then you would alert the enemy. How would you be able to get the result?

　　Su Yun frowned, leaning against the wall and looking at the scattered figures a hundred steps away in the corridor at the end of the courtyard. Should he take the risk?

　　Tap--

　　Just as Su Yun was thinking, a barely audible pair of footsteps suddenly appeared. His heart trembled involuntarily, and Su Yun quickly hid in the darkness of the night.

　　I glanced sideways and saw an old monk in tattered robes, holding an oil lamp, walking slowly down the corridor...

　　The old monk looked to be nearly 70 years old, with a yellow and wrinkled face, broad and thick ears, a long white eyebrow with a cinnabar mark between his eyebrows. Su Yun did not dare to use his spiritual sense to explore the old monk's cultivation level, but judging from the unsteady way his steps went, he did not look like a powerful person.

　　Making up his mind, Su Yun calmed his breath, followed from a distance of several dozen steps in the dim night.

　　Along the way, the old monk walked very slowly and there was no one around, so Su Yun followed him safely. After finding a solitary meditation room, the old monk walked in and closed the door.

　　The evening breeze was blowing gently, and the exotic flowers and trees planted in the Zen courtyard gradually withered, covering the room with a thin layer of sadness.

　　This courtyard is not big and is located in a remote area. The tiles of the blue brick wall are covered with rotten leaves and debris. A red lantern hangs on the door and sways in the wind.

　　Su Yun slowly walked to the window sill, squatted down, and looked slowly at the dim candlelight in the room with his deep and clear eyes.

　　Now there are two paths before Su Yun.

　　He had already found this route to be very safe, so he could sneak in and find out the truth later.

　　Second, open the paper screen window and take a look at what gourds are being sold in this monk's meditation room?

　　The second path is often accompanied by countless risks.

　　The reason he was able to follow without being discovered was because he had good stealth and disguise skills, but poking through the screen window would inevitably make a noise and alert the enemy.

　　Su Yun thought about it again and again, but his finger stopped in mid-air and he was unable to move it out. After all, if this old monk was a powerful person with Huayun, he would definitely not be able to escape if he rashly snooped into his residence.

　　The mountain wind is silent at night.

　　While Su Yun was hesitating, a crisp bell sound was heard outside the courtyard wall.

　　As the door opened gently, a pair of naked lotus feet, whiter than frost and snow, stepped in. Even without shoes or socks, the snow-white and pure jade feet did not get any dirt on the ground when they stepped on it.

　　A string of exquisite bells was tied around the slender ankle, swaying with every step.

　　The red lanterns swayed in the wind, and the light was sprinkled on the woman's stunning face, showing her delicate and fair skin, her willow-shaped eyebrows were like paintings, and her beautiful eyes as clear as clear water were looking coldly at the screen window of the Zen room. Her thin lips were slightly pursed, as if she was thinking about something.

　　The woman was not wearing any makeup, and her delicate little ears had no pendants or extra jewelry. Her long silky hair was tied behind her head with a cloth crown. Her look was simple yet elegant, highlighting her pure temperament.

　　The dark blue low-cut long dress she wore was embroidered with flowing clouds and snow, and the front was decorated with the Bagua pattern. Deep ravines could be seen where the chest was loose. The satin draped over her jade-white arms fell on both sides, and a brocade waist belt tightened her waist. The slightly raised hips at the back aroused people's reverie.

　　The breeze from her night walk gently lifted the hem of her dress, revealing a pair of flawless legs with well-proportioned body and perfect fit from bottom to top.

　　Appearing in this dark courtyard, under the moon hanging in the sky, she was like a fairy ready to fly away with the wind at any time.

　　Su Yun, who had already fled to the darkness to hide, his breathing stagnated after he saw the woman's face. His face showed disbelief, his pupils froze uncontrollably, and a storm started in his brain.

　　Even though Su Yun was not very worldly-wise, he didn't have many friends outside except the disciples in the Sword Pavilion, let alone any beautiful women, but the one in front of him was different.

　　Fairy Palace Su Qingli.

　　I have heard this name countless times since I was a child, and I have seen countless portraits and real-life images of Sky Shield.

　　Why is there so much attention? It is because Su Qingli is one of the few great masters of the Void Realm in the Jiuzhou cultivation world. On the other hand:

　　Su Yun's father's name is Su Qingshan. His family is a descendant of the Su family in Kyoto of the Xia Dynasty. When he was young, he was taken as a personal disciple by the wandering old master of Jiange. Later, he took over Jiange because of his extraordinary talent.

　　Here. The woman in front of him, Su Qingli, is actually his father's sister. They both entered the first-class immortal cultivation sect "Xian Gong" when they were young.

　　Su Yun's dear aunt!

　　In the intelligence files collected by the Jiange scouts, it was mentioned that Aunt Su Qingli entered the Immortal Palace and sought advice from nearly half of the sects in Jiuzhou on the road of cultivation. With her incomparably pure immortal magic power, she overwhelmed a generation of geniuses. After thirty years, she entered the Dongxu realm and strove to become the top of Jiuzhou.

　　This speed of cultivation is rare in Kyushu. As for her fairy-like beauty, perhaps only my mother Shangguan Yuhe can be compared with her.

　　But why would my aunt appear here?

　　With a "chiya" sound, the aunt who was like a fairy in Su Yun's eyes stretched out her jade hand, gently pushed open the door of the main room of the Zen room, and walked into the room gracefully with her jade feet.

　　There was no pause, everything was so natural.

　　In the Zen room.

　　On the wall, there is a big word "Buddha". A stick of sandalwood is lit on the table in the center. The smoke is curling, with a charming fragrance. The restless mind seems to slowly calm down in the sandalwood.

　　The old monk Tu Nu, who was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, heard the voice: "You are here."

　　Su Qingli walked into the room slowly, her eyes dim, "Where is the thing I want?"

　　The old bald slave listened to the words, opened his dazed eyes, looked Su Qingli up and down, and sneered: "Is this how the Palace Master of the Immortal Palace begs for favors?"

　　Su Qingli felt goosebumps all over her body when the old bald slave looked at her. She said coldly, "Tell me, what conditions do you want this time?"

　　"Really." The old bald slave said with a smile as he stood up, walked to her side, raised his hand to hook her chin, and looked up and down for a while. Her face was as smooth as white jade without a single blind spot, it was really beautiful.

　　Especially those otherworldly and fairy-like eyes that exuded stubbornness and uneasiness when he touched them, which really made people want to ravage them.

　　"As the Palace Master of the Immortal Palace, if you want to extend the life of others, you still have to ask for help."

　　Su Qingli shuddered when she was touched, and she moved a few steps barefoot and curled up.

　　"Want to leave?" The old bald slave laughed and said, "Then the Palace Master must think carefully, is your father's life more important, or..."

　　As the old bald slave spoke, his hand on Su Qingli's chin slid along her delicate white neck, across her collarbone, and caressed down: "Such tender breasts, such a nice waist to hold, such smooth legs."

　　Su Qingli's eyes were full of contempt and unwillingness, but she could only snort coldly: "The Demon Sect is the Demon Sect."

　　"Hehe, Palace Master, no matter how hard you talk, you'll still fall into my hands, won't you?" The old bald slave said with a smile, "With your beauty, you should be the best in the nine provinces, and you have countless admirers. But these admirers would never have thought that the fairy they have been pursuing day and night would be toyed with by me like this."

　　Every word the old bald slave said went into his ears, like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of Su Yun who was watching from outside with bated breath.

　　Seeing that Su Qingli didn't resist, the old bald slave stroked her legs with his big hands, and whispered into her ear: "You should know what to do next."

　　Su Qingli's breathing was slightly rapid, but her expression remained calm, but her tense body exposed her unspeakable shame.

　　Next, she slowly untied her waist belt and took off her clothes, revealing her creamy shoulders and her snow-white breasts.