Chapter 6:Su Yun Becomes a Disciple

Daxia, Jingshan Sword Pavilion.

　　The sun rose in the east and gradually jumped over the top of the mountain. The disciples who climbed the mountain to enter the Sword Tomb walked very fast. The path on the top of the mountain that had not been seen by the world for many years was now covered with mud and water stains in the gullies along the road.

　　Inside the ritual platform, Shangguan Yuhe sat cross-legged on a rush-mat, her brows tightly knitted together, her rosy lips gently bitten by her white teeth, her nose covered with beads of sweat as she breathed softly, her usually aloof eyes revealing an expression that could not bear to look back.

　　The sun slanted down from the windowsill beside her, and her reflection was projected onto the wall. Because her tidal constitution had been fully stimulated by the meditation just now, her Taoist robe was soaked with sweat, and the reflection looked very delicate and graceful.

　　"Master, what happened?"

　　The attendant guarding outside the door heard the sect master's exclamation for the first time, and immediately asked with concern, pulling the sect master back from his absent-minded thoughts.

　　"It's okay. He will be allowed in in half a quarter of an hour."

　　"yes."

　　After hearing Shangguan Yuhe's words, the attendant bowed slightly to the closed door with relief, then retreated to the stairs of the ceremonial platform to look for Huang Feng who came to ask for an audience.

　　The room gradually became quiet.

　　Like a dream, Shangguan Yuhe knew that using this medicine to practice would inevitably make his special physique become even more strange, but he never expected that he would be absent-minded during meditation and start a wet dream.

　　However, it was just an erotic dream. It was nothing special that the person in the dream was the Yun'er whom he missed, and it was also a wish come true. But why did that ugly little ghost suddenly appear in the end?

　　Thinking of this, an embarrassment appeared on Qingao's beautiful face.

　　But Dongxu is Dongxu. After Shangguan Yuhe slowly regained consciousness, he suppressed the mixed feelings in his heart with his extraordinary willpower. He stood up from the platform with gritted teeth, and the ring in his hand flashed slightly.

　　The soaked Taoist robe disappeared in an instant, and after a quick dance, he changed back into a clean Taoist robe of the same style.

　　Squeak——

　　After a moment, the door was slowly pushed open by a small hand.

　　The man wore a crown hat and Xia-style robe, but was no more than five feet tall. His skin was slightly darker than that of the people of Daxia, and he had long, thick, slightly curly black hair. It was not difficult to tell that he was a barbarian.

　　Huang Feng walked into the house, looked around furtively, and his eyes fell on Shangguan Yuhe, who was looking out the window with his back to him. The corners of his mouth raised. Just by looking at him, he could see that Shangguan Yuhe had a really good body proportion.

　　Let's talk about the chest and buttocks first. They are both as plump as Pei Wan. In addition, she is over seven feet tall, and her beautiful legs are almost as tall as Huang Feng.

　　Just because Shangguan Yuhe had her back to Huang Feng, it didn't mean she didn't know someone had come in.

　　It was just because of the ridiculous dream that Shangguan Yuhe didn't want to see Huang Feng's ugly face. "The sword tomb has been opened. Why don't you go and get the sword? Why are you looking for me?"

　　The voice was still so clear, but it was so tingling in the ears. This Shangguan Sect Master was really good on the outside but weak on the inside. Huang Feng enjoyed it so much that his eyes floated upwards: "The seven-day period has come, so I am here to offer medicine to the Sect Master."

　　Shangguan Yuhe got angry when he heard this. He moved his hand holding Red Tide slightly, and the cold sword light turned around in the room. He turned his head and glanced at Huang Feng with a displeased look: "In that case, you can go back."

　　"Why, has Sect Master Shangguan given up on using this medicine to improve his cultivation?"

　　Shangguan Yuhe let out a breath through his nose and thought to himself: Of course, you don't even think about how harmful this strange medicine can be.

　　Although Huang Feng is young, he has had countless experiences with women. After observing Shangguan Yuhe's expression, he said:

　　"Master Shangguan, you really don't want it? Fortunately, I have found a way to remove the aphrodisiac component of Gua Gu Rou Qing, while retaining the medicinal power to enhance cultivation. It's really a pity."

　　Eliminated?

　　Shangguan Yuhe showed a flash of surprise, raised his thin sword-like eyebrows, and said with a little doubt: "Oh?"

　　Huang Feng was naturally not so kind, but he shook his head innocently:

　　"Last time, I was in a hurry and took out the unrefined medicine to force Master Shangguan to open the sword tomb. This was indeed my fault."

　　Shangguan Yuhe didn't believe it at all, and looked towards the top of the mountain: "This time we opened the sword tomb, not for your medicine."

　　This was true. She did want to use this medicine to increase her cultivation speed, but this time the sword tomb was opened more to allow all disciples to enrich the basic strength of the sword pavilion.

　　Huang Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and a barely perceptible cunning appeared in his eyes. He smiled as if he was seducing a whore from his neighborhood and said, "Haha, then why don't you take a look at the boy's medicine first?"

　　As he spoke, Huang Feng took out a small bottle of golden liquid from his ring and raised it to Shangguan Yuhe with his spiritual power:

　　"It's true that scraping bone tenderness is an aphrodisiac, but desire originates from the kidneys. The kidneys are water, the source of all things, responsible for the seven emotions and six desires of human beings, and can also regulate the qi of the whole body. If you can use this lustful energy well!"

　　Shangguan Yuhe took the medicine bottle, uncorked it and sniffed it, but she was not good at pharmacology and couldn't figure out what it was. "What's the difference?"

　　"Master, why not try applying it on your skin?"

　　Apply on skin?

　　Shangguan Yuhe glanced at Huang Feng, who had a look of uncertainty on his face, and tentatively dipped a little of the medicine with her soft hand, smeared it on his fair arm, then closed her eyes to feel it.

　　The liquid seeped into the skin little by little, and indeed it no longer had that shocking charm. It was even a little warm and soft, slowly blending into the blood like water.

　　No, it's a little different.

　　In the past, after the bone-scraping and tender medicine entered the body, it would often go straight to the heart and the mind, causing restlessness, but this time the medicine was traveling through the acupoints and blood vessels. It did not have the previous effect of attacking the mind, but instead had the function of mobilizing qi and blood and stimulating spiritual energy.

　　The medicinal effect should be the same as the Qi Gathering Powder used in general cultivation.

　　Huang Feng glanced at Shangguan Yuhe and said in a leisurely voice:

　　"Although this substance was made from scraping bones and tender feelings, the medicinal effect is completely different after the formula was changed. It retains the effect of cultivating the unique characteristics of Master Shangguan, and at the same time can be used by all cultivators."

　　(Little knowledge: Due to my mother's physical condition, Qi Gathering Powder has no effect on her.)

　　Shangguan Yuhe's eyes narrowed slightly. The world of cultivating immortals has a long history. The current recipes for pills were created through the painstaking efforts of countless ancestors. Pills with the same effect have basically been perfected. No matter how much future generations research and develop, it is almost impossible to use cheaper medicinal materials to make pills with the same effect and better results.

　　But today, a kid from the barbarian tribe showed her such a new medicine, which really shocked her.

　　I've never heard that Huanxi Temple is so good at refining medicine.

　　After thinking for a while, Shangguan Yuhe put the pill into the ring in his hand, put away his shock, and said calmly: "Congratulations on being able to develop such a new medicine."

　　"Haha." Huang Feng nodded and walked into the room: "Master, are you not interested in this new recipe?"

　　Shangguan Yuhe looked at Huang Feng's smug look and felt a very strange feeling in his heart, which he couldn't describe, but he just felt very uncomfortable.

　　Huang Feng on the side continued, "Whether it is the Qi Gathering Powder of Xia Country or the Blood Strengthening Pill in the Barbarian Domain, the value of the medicinal materials used for the same effect is equivalent to five spirit stones. After being refined by the pharmacist, it can be sold for the price of fifteen spirit stones after the markup in the market. In addition, it is a necessary elixir for cultivation, so it can be said to be a huge profit for the seller."

　　"The medicinal materials in the kid's new pill recipe are worth only two spirit stones. Sect Master Shangguan should understand what this means."

　　As a person in power, it is not difficult to see the hidden interests behind this new drug. This new drug is now not only beneficial to her, but may also benefit the entire Jiange.

　　Imagine that there are two equally sweet fruits on a small stall, one is sold for only nine cents, and the other is sold for one cent. Which one would you choose?

　　Although Jiange is not good at business, it still has shops in the secular world and the immortal world to sell swords and other equipment to replenish its assets. If Jiange can cooperate with Huang Feng to sell this new medicine, Jiange's spirit stone shortage problem can be solved.

　　Shangguan Yuhe took a breath. Huang Feng's initiative to talk about the price of the pill formula in front of her showed his true intention. This matter can be fought for: "The two countries have just stopped fighting. It may be difficult for Huanxi Temple to establish its own market in Xiaguo Xiuxianjie in a short period of time."

　　"Hahaha."

　　Huang Feng walked to the front of the Putai in the room, looked down at the faint water stains, and said with a smile: "Master Shangguan is quick to speak, so let's get straight to the point. How about our Huanxi Temple be responsible for the medicinal materials and refining, and Jiange be responsible for selling them in Xia Country?"

　　"Selling price?"

　　"The selling price is set at around thirteen spirit stones, which is slightly lower than the average Qi Gathering Powder. This will help to suppress the competition and not vent the anger on the entire market."

　　Shangguan Yuhe nodded approvingly, indicating her agreement: "How does Young Master Huang Feng plan to divide the profits?"

　　Huang Feng responded calmly: "After deducting the two spirit stones needed for the medicinal materials and the pharmacist's reward, I can give the Sword Pavilion a reward of two spirit stones."

　　Two spirit stones may sound like a small amount, but it is actually a great profit.

　　After all, Jiange is only a seller and does not participate in the production. However, Daxia has a vast territory, and although the market for Qi Gathering Powder is empty, it is firmly controlled by several major sects.

　　If Jiange wants to make the market for new drugs spread throughout the entire region, it still needs a lot of manpower and material resources, which requires a lot of financial support. Taking all this into account, the actual number of spirit stones that can be earned back to Jiange may be only half a spirit stone to one spirit stone per bottle.

　　Shangguan Yuhe's face changed slightly, and his sword eyes stared at Huang Feng: "Daxia is a vast area, and it is not easy for Jiange to push the new medicine to all places."

　　To put it bluntly, Jiange really wants to cooperate with you on this matter, but can you please pay a little more?

　　Huang Feng showed no fear at all under Shangguan Yuhe's majestic gaze.

　　After all, what can she do to Huang Feng? On the contrary, Huang Feng really wants to do something to Shangguan Yuhe...

　　Huang Feng smiled faintly at this: "This is not the first time I have done business with the Sect Master. It is really shabby to only give such a small profit. How about this, if the Sect Master can agree to my two conditions this time, the reward can be increased to five spirit stones per bottle."

　　Five spirit stones, what does that mean?

　　Selling thirteen spirit stones, minus two for the money of medicinal materials, the pharmacist's remuneration is generally five spirit stones, and the real profit is only six spirit stones.

　　Huang Feng was actually willing to give five to Jiange, which meant that the deal became a pure 90-100 split.

　　You should know that the spirit stone mines in the Xia Dynasty were mined by the imperial court. The way for the sects to obtain spirit stones was to accept offerings from the imperial court or to run some private businesses to recover the spirit stones.

　　The amount of spirit stones that a first-rate sect receives each month is basically no more than 100,000, and after all of them are distributed to the disciples, there are only a little over 100 spirit stones left.

　　If this business is successful, the number of cultivators in Daxia will stabilize at around one million. Each bottle of elixir can maintain its effect for seven days. In the most ideal case, if everyone chooses to buy this new medicine, Jiange will be able to earn 20 million spirit stones every month, and each disciple will get 20,000 spirit stones on average.

　　Birds die for food, and people die for money.

　　Why is money, something that never moves, always so tempting? It is because it originates from the most basic desire and greed deep in the human heart.

　　"Two more conditions?"

　　Shangguan Yuhe felt disgusted when she heard Huang Feng's words. She always felt that since this barbarian kid came to Jiange, every step he took seemed to be deliberately seeking something, but the benefits he gave were always too much for her to refuse.

　　"Yes." Huang Feng responded while sitting on the platform, while his eyes did not forget to admire Shangguan Yuhe's beautiful body from bottom to top.

　　The plain white cloth shoes, the pure jade-white instep, the Taoist robe that was slightly loose but could not hide the figure, the picturesque face, the fairy sword pattern on the forehead, the long silk-like hair hanging down, all of these slowly filled his eyes.

　　If Shangguan Yuhe did not have the cultivation level of Dongxu, he would probably not be able to help but pounce on her and whip her wantonly the next moment, filling this coveted body with all his essence, and he would make this beauty from the Xia Kingdom bear his barbarian child.

　　However, Shangguan Yuhe's mind was still very firm and he was not dazzled by wealth.

　　As the sect leader, she also knew the reasons for the decline of Jiange. After all, Jiange lost its prestige in Jiuzhou after the sudden death of the previous sect leader, which led to the increasingly weak offerings from the court and private business.

　　More than a decade has passed, and Jiange has fallen from the number one immortal sect in Jiuzhou to the bottom of the first-rate immortal sects, facing challenges from many new successor sects.

　　If she hadn't been guarding Jiange, it would have immediately collapsed into an ordinary sect, or even disbanded on the spot.

　　The best way to resolve the crisis in Jiange is not to improve combat effectiveness, but to obtain various resources such as spirit stones, thereby improving the treatment of disciples and attracting more mortals with the potential to cultivate immortals.

　　So after thinking for a long time, Shangguan Yuhe finally compromised: "Tell me about it."

　　Huang Feng on the other side looked calm as usual, but he was actually very happy. He had taken the bait: "Two conditions. First, in the sect competition, I hope to be the leader of the Sword Pavilion."

　　"This is impossible..." Shangguan Yuhe frowned and said to Huang Feng, "Young Master Huang Feng, you should change someone else."

　　The leaders of the sect competition are basically the core disciples of the sect master. In a sense, this disciple can be the candidate to succeed the sect master.

　　If Huang Feng is allowed to lead the team, wouldn't it be a signal to the outside world that Huang Feng may become the leader of Jiange in the future?

　　In addition, there are only three places available in the sect competition, and Shangguan Yuhe really hopes that his disciples can win a place in the competition and wipe out the shame of being looked down upon for many years.

　　Otherwise, she would not have opened the sword tomb to all disciples in the sect. That would not be giving away thousands of spiritual swords for nothing, but an investment in the disciples' future.

　　Letting Huang Feng, who is at the peak of Qi training, take up a spot would be very disadvantageous for the elimination tournament.

　　"This condition..." Huang Feng explained with a smile: "If I promise Master Shangguan that Jiange can take the top three in the competition?"

　　After hearing this, Shangguan Yuhe shook his head: "How is it possible? Young Master Huang Feng thinks that all the disciples of the Xia Kingdom sect have the same cultivation level as you?"

　　According to her estimation, if Yun'er was given a few more years to hone his skills, Jiange might be able to strive for the top three, but with Yun'er's current strength, he could only enter the top ten at best.

　　Looking at Huang Feng's short stature and weak cultivation at this time, Shangguan Yuhe can guarantee that Yun'er can beat him down without even drawing the sword.

　　To dream of winning the top three is nothing but a foolish dream.

　　"As for the second condition."

　　Huang Feng turned a deaf ear to Shangguan Yuhe's questioning and continued, "After the competition, I will go to Xiajing. I will be short of guards, so I will have to trouble Sect Master Shangguan to go there."

　　Xia Jing naturally refers to the capital of Great Xia. Why would a barbarian like him come to Beijing?

　　It was obvious that Huang Feng did not want to explain everything to Shangguan Yuhe. After he finished speaking, he stared at Shangguan Yuhe intently, just waiting for a reply.

　　The small house gradually became quiet.

　　Let's consider the first condition first. It is not impossible to agree to this matter, regardless of whether one believes that Huang Feng can help Jiange get into the top three.

　　Even if it cannot, the only consequence is that the sect will lag behind others in future evaluations, the sect's reputation will be compromised, and the offerings from the court will be reduced.

　　In fact, all of these can be indirectly compensated by the new drug cooperation with Huangfeng.

　　As for the second condition, although it is unclear why Huang Feng went to Beijing, she still needs to serve as a guard herself, but the guarding is only temporary.

　　But why did he have to choose me? Wasn't there always an old man at the peak of the Huayun Realm guarding Huang Feng? He needed her to guard him. Was he going to prevent Dongxu from assassinating him?

　　After a long time, Shangguan Yuhe still did not give a reply. Huang Feng stood up and walked out the door. In his opinion, he could not rush to grasp this woman:

　　"The conditions have been set. Sect Master Shangguan can take your time to consider it. It will take time to enter the sword tomb and retrieve the sword. I hope to get a reply from the Sect Master after I come out."

　　After saying this, Huang Feng strode out of the house, leaving Shangguan Yuhe standing by the window, frowning and thinking.

　　Lust is a knife that scrapes bones, and financial disaster is a tiger descending from a mountain, both of which can lead to one's downfall. This is also one of the most common means used by Huanxi Temple to control people's hearts.

　　Even though Shangguan Yuhe has the strength of Dongxu and can resist the lustful attack of the aphrodisiac, as the leader of a sect, he needs to control the economic lifeline at all times.

　　Compared with lust, Shangguan Yuhe's need for money and property is obviously more urgent.

　　The medicine that Huang Feng gave to Shangguan Yuhe this time actually did have the effect of cultivation, but it was not without mystery.

　　How could the cultivation medicine produced by scraping bones and tenderness not affect the mind? It was just diluted by him to be very weak, so weak that it can only be passed on imperceptibly, and it may produce some effect only after using a hundred bottles or so.

　　That's enough.

　　But don't forget, Huang Feng is not only a disciple of Huanxi Temple, he is also the prince of Manting. The purpose of traveling thousands of miles to Jiange is not just to pursue Shangguan Yuhe's beautiful body.

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　　Happy Temple.

　　The caves and pavilions are faintly visible, and the fragrance of orchids lingers for a long time.

　　The panting sound echoed in the cave, and beads of sweat kept dripping from the forehead to the ground.

　　Although he didn't know what had happened to cause his aunt not to chase him, Su Yun was still cautious and fled all the way around the mountains surrounding the Huanxi Temple. He observed several times that there was no one hanging by a thread before returning to the cave. Because of this, the spiritual energy in his body was completely used up and he was almost exhausted.

　　After returning to the cave, Su Yun changed into his original clothes immediately, sat cross-legged on the sword lotus, formed seals with his hands, and placed several opened bottles of Qi Gathering Powder in front of his knees to restore his spiritual energy.

　　As time went by, the spiritual energy flowing in the spiritual veins in the cave began to nourish Su Yun, and Su Yun's breathing also changed from rapid to light and rhythmic. The medicinal liquid in the Qi Gathering Powder was swept up by the airflow emitted by his body and slowly penetrated into his body along with his breathing.

　　As the medicinal liquid enters the body, the veins in the body immediately glow with a different kind of vitality. After being warmed and nourished, all the acupoints on the skin open up, and then they frantically absorb and filter the spiritual energy in the air, demanding it in a long and endless manner.

　　Su Yun's face turned from pale to rosy gradually, and his dried-up spiritual sea gradually regained its spiritual energy.

　　…

　　The light gradually rose, the blue sky became clearer, and the time had passed from the morning to noon.

　　Su Yun, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, consumed the last bit of the medicine. His eyelashes blinked, and his pair of dark and deep eyes slowly opened and stared straight into the sky. There was no unusual expression on his face, as if everything that happened last night had never happened.

　　During the meditation recovery period, Su Yun thought a lot. What can he do about these things now?

　　Because of what happened last night, Su Yun didn't have the courage to face his aunt. He might even lose the chance to find an antidote for his nanny because of Jin Chao's exposure and the increased security inside Huanxi Temple.

　　After all, Su Yun could do nothing. He was too weak and could not cause any trouble in the world of immortal cultivation.

　　Although Su Yun looked normal, his heart was filled with endless regret and rage.

　　"You seem depressed."

　　The voice was clear and transparent, with an indescribable charm, but to Su Yun it sounded like thunder in broad daylight.

　　The cave suddenly became deathly silent.

　　With a clang, Su Yun suddenly stood up, drew out his sword, and looked towards the source of the sound.

　　Only then did I realize that a woman in white clothes and a veil on her head was sitting on the tea table...?

　　Why was it a woman? The reason was actually very simple. Although this person was dressed in white clothes and plain boots, the silk veil hanging from her hat also covered her face.

　　But she didn't have a bra. Although the flesh on her chest wasn't as big as Wan Niang's and her mother's, the faint bulge showed that she was a woman.

　　Su Yun was obviously stunned after seeing the woman. At first, he thought that it was some restriction left by his aunt when they fought.

　　But at first glance, it shouldn't be the case. After all, after observing my aunt's lustful body for a whole night, it is still easy to tell the difference.

　　The woman sitting at the teahouse leisurely poured herself a cup of hot tea:

　　"Although Qingjingshan's mental method is good, it is really not suitable for meditation. I have been sitting here for an hour and you didn't even notice."

　　This woman was able to sneak into the cave and see through his mind at a glance. It seems that her cultivation is higher than mine.

　　But Su Yun didn't want to discuss his own skills at this time, and just asked in confusion: "I wonder who the girl is?"

　　"girl?"

　　The woman handed over the hot tea and blew gently: "Don't try to understand my identity. You won't know me even if I tell you, not to mention..."

　　not to mention?

　　After she finished speaking, the woman lightly touched the tea with her slender hand. A drop of water drew an arc, sweeping up the spiritual energy in the air and transformed into a half-meter-long green dragon.

　　She can transform the Qi in the body for her own use, and anything including water and objects can be used as weapons. This woman is at least a cultivator at the first level of Huayun, far superior to Su Yun who is at the third level of Guiling.

　　Su Yun knew that the woman's cultivation was higher than his, but because of the clearness of her voice, it was difficult for him to imagine her as a senior who was much older than him.

　　Finally, Su Yun asked cautiously: "Senior, what is this?"

　　The woman did not intend to argue with Su Yun, so she simply stated her purpose: "I came to you to ask about your sword and to take in a disciple."

　　Ask the sword to accept a disciple?

　　Is there anyone who dares to take the son of the number one swordsman in Jiuzhou as his apprentice?

　　Su Yun was speechless and retracted the long sword in his hand: "Su Yun has no intention of becoming a disciple at the moment. I appreciate your kindness."

　　"Facing a cultivator of a higher realm than yourself." The woman took a sip of tea and said softly, "If you don't draw your sword, you will die."

　　The green dragon of tea that was hovering high in the cave fell down and shot straight towards Su Yun.

　　Su Yun looked at the water dragon above his head, then tapped the ground with one foot to avoid the powerful attack, but the water dragon did not stupidly rush straight to the empty ground, but suddenly turned and continued to attack Su Yun.

　　This water dragon looked very powerful, but it had a completely different feeling from the palm strike from his aunt. It was obvious that his aunt's palm strike was intended to capture him and leave Su Yun with no power to resist, but this water dragon did not make him feel any sense of crisis. He only had the intention of simply competing with her.

　　Su Yun didn't want to take a strange person as his master, but he also didn't want to offend a cultivator who was stronger than him, so he reached out to pull out the green scroll sword: "Senior, I'm sorry."

　　Whoosh, bang——

　　There was a loud explosion, and inside the cave, the green dragon of tea was instantly cut off by the sword energy and turned into water mist and dissipated in the air.

　　This sword has no name, but it is different from the one he used against his aunt before.

　　When facing his aunt's sword, he used his own spiritual energy to communicate with the wood-attributed spiritual energy of heaven and earth and use it for his own benefit. This can be called a spiritual energy move, and it is also his strongest attack.

　　This sword is more about speed, relying on the honed swordsmanship to use the fastest speed and then swing a fierce blow, instantly disintegrating the opponent's moves, but the premise is that the opponent's moves are not fatal.

　　After the water dragon dissipated, the woman put down the teacup and murmured, "Although not as good as your father, it's not bad either."

　　Su Yun's eyes showed surprise: "Senior, do you know my father?"

　　The woman stood up and said with a smile, "Why are you interested?"

　　How could Su Yun not be interested? All he knew about his father was that he was the former leader of Jiange and was born into the Su family in the capital.

　　As for the rest of his life experience, both Jiange and the Jiuzhou cultivation world seemed to keep it secret. Even my mother rarely told me about my father.

　　"No matter how many people there are in Manxia, ​​they all keep silent about your father, but I am different." As she spoke, the woman suddenly threw a sword towards Su Yun.

　　After receiving the sword manual, Su Yun immediately started to read it. The manual had a blue cover with the words "Green Scroll Sword Technique" written on it and the signature at the bottom: Su Qingshan, which was his father's name.

　　Opening the sword manual, I found that the sword moves recorded in it were quite similar to the Qingjingshan sword techniques, so they should be true, but this book only contained the upper-level techniques.

　　Su Yun was very happy to get the sword manual left by his father. He looked up at the woman and asked, "Why is there only the upper formula?"

　　The woman explained, "I will become your disciple! I will teach you the secret technique."

　　"You really want to become my disciple?"

　　"Of course." The perfect face behind the veil looked at the depressed Su Yun and smiled miraculously, "If you don't become my disciple, who will teach you the skills? Although these are your father's sword moves, I am the only one in the world of immortal cultivation who can teach you. Not even your mother can do that."

　　Su Yun was a little stunned and didn't quite understand what the woman said. Why are you the only one who can teach dad's sword moves?

　　"If you want to learn your father's sword moves, you must have a wood spiritual root and be proficient in the upper sword moves and the lower luck method. The lower moves have no written records and can only be passed down orally."

　　After hearing this, Su Yun was silent for a moment, then he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked, "Why should I believe you?"

　　The woman sighed suddenly, then slowly lifted up the sleeve of her wrist. On the back of her white arm, there was a sword pattern engraved. The sword pattern was green all over, and it looked exactly like the 'Green Scroll':

　　"You are now the master of Green Scroll. This is the protective sword pattern carved by your father Qingshan. You should be able to feel the meaning of the sword pattern."

　　"Senior, was you once a close attendant of the Sword Pavilion?"

　　"Su Yun, this world is huge." The woman shook her head. "With just the little you learned in Jiange, you can't roam around freely, and you can't compete. Su Yun, you have to kowtow and become my disciple now, and I will tell you everything in the future."

　　"What if I don't become your disciple?"

　　The woman turned around and looked towards the sky, with a worried look on her face: "There is no if. Su Yun, you are a smart person, you should make a choice."

　　What to choose?

　　It's just a matter of whether you become a disciple or not.

　　Choosing not to become a disciple would simply mean continuing to be an exchange student in Huanxi Temple. His strength would certainly continue to grow, but when would he be able to help his aunt and fight against the old bald slave in search of an antidote? Would it take decades?

　　By then, the day lilies will have been eaten to pieces by the pigs.

　　Then if he becomes her disciple, he can learn his father's sword moves from this female senior and become stronger. Moreover, from their brief conversation, it seems that she knows a lot of "hidden secrets", which seem to be related to his father.

　　The cave was very quiet after half an incense stick of contemplation.

　　Su Yun took off his sword and placed it in front of him: "Su Yun is willing to take Senior as his master."

　　The words were so powerful that a 17-year-old boy knelt down in front of the woman in white with full etiquette and performed the ceremony of becoming a teacher with a serious expression.

　　As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father or mother.

　　In the Nine Provinces of Xia Kingdom, the master-disciple relationship is taken very seriously. This is why Su Yun is unwilling to become a disciple casually. But since he has kowtowed, there is no reason to regret it. The heaven and earth will be a witness.

　　Su Yun's words echoed in the woman's ears, and a trace of tears slid down her perfect and holy face.

　　Su Qingshan, do you know?

　　Your son has become my disciple. Your sword and your soul will be passed down.

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　　The Nine Provinces of Daxia.

　　Immortal cultivation sects usually choose the mountains as their base.

　　Firstly, it can separate them from ordinary people and show their superiority. Secondly, there are many spiritual veins in the mountains, which are more suitable for cultivators to practice.

　　Guangwu Valley is surrounded by undulating peaks and lush green forests. The peaks stand like a city wall, with magnificent Taoist buildings located in it.

　　There are disciples wearing green Taoist robes stationed in front of each Taoist temple, and they are on high alert. After bypassing all the Taoist temples in the front mountain and arriving at the back mountain, a stone archway suddenly appears before your eyes.

　　There is a word "Xia" carved on the front of the archway: Zuiqingxuan.

　　The front mountain is different from the back mountain. The front mountain is more of a Taoist temple for mortals to worship, and it is very lively. On the contrary, the back mountain, where people actually practice and live, is relatively deserted.

　　Leaves fall once a year, and turn yellow once a year.

　　As winter approaches, the leaves of the ginkgo trees planted on the back hill gradually turn yellow and fall to the ground as the cold wind blows, covering the mountain path with a blanket of golden leaves. This somewhat sad scene is even more stunning than a field of flowers.

　　A disciple who had just taken a break from his shift walked around the narrow mountain paths, along the gurgling stream, all the way to a majestic building and looked up.

　　The building is nine dou high, with layers of flying eaves and exotic beasts placed on the corners of the eaves for decoration. From top to bottom there are one dragon, two phoenixes, three white tigers, four Teng snakes, five Xuanwu, six Baize, seven Huangcheng, eight Qilin and nine evil spirits.

　　The doors of the divine buildings were all wide open, and the wind from the mountain hall blew the red silk inside the buildings. Unlike the desolate mountain scenery outside, the small hall of the building was crowded with people.

　　Everyone seemed to be lining up to walk into the hall, looking nervous. Some even had red faces, and they kept shouting, "Hurry up, those in front, we can't hold it any longer."

　　The view shifted, following the flow of people, and a 'big bed' that was ten feet long and wide was packed with people.

　　It is said to be a big bed, but in fact it is an extremely large piece of warm jade. A naked body is quietly lying in the middle of the warm jade. The fair skin is not inferior to the warm jade at all, and is even more charming. The perfect color and curves are enough to make people's blood boil.

　　And this delicate body belongs to none other than the leader of Zuiqingxuan of Xia Dynasty, Dongxu Xue Xiyue.

　　At this moment, she was lying on the jade bed, her flawless face was already covered with the essence of her disciple, her two long eyelashes trembled from time to time, her pupils turned white in a daze, and there was mist in the haziness, her delicate and pretty nose was breathing rapidly and heavily, her mouth was open but she could not shout out, and her throat emitted a hoarse moan.

　　Countless disciples from the sect around her scrambled to crawl to her side, occupying every available inch of her skin. Some rubbed her breasts with their penises, some sucked on her bright red nipples, or kissed her skin as white as snow.

　　"You guys have loosened the sect master's vagina again today."

　　"Brother Qin, this is not our fault. We just got back from our shift."

　　In the center, a middle-aged disciple who was about 30 or 40 years old suddenly turned Xue Xiyue's body over and placed her on top of another young disciple.

　　The young disciple glanced at the middle-aged disciple knowingly, then raised his gun and attacked directly. His penis easily broke through the layers of the sect master's beautiful flesh, wrapping him in warmth and moisture. As the young disciple thrust in and out, an extremely obscene 'sizzling' sound was heard.

　　The middle-aged disciple also leaned over and licked Xue Xiyue's anus with the tip of his tongue. After this licking, Xue Xiyue, who had been absent-minded, seemed to regain some color. She looked behind her with blurred eyes, and her nose let out even heavier gasps. She shouted hoarsely in her throat:

　　"I'm dying, I'm dying again"

　　After a while, a burning tearing sensation came from her anus. Xue Xiyue cried out in pain and opened her mouth wide. She grabbed the arms of the young disciple under her with both hands, and her beautiful legs suddenly stretched out tightly.

　　"Ah... I'm going to fly to the sky... It feels so good"

　　Although she is the sect leader, Xue Xiyue is actually the cauldron cultivated by Zuiqingxuan since childhood. She only has the strength of the Void on paper, which is improved by the accumulation of various medicines. After she reached the age of 16, she began to practice dual cultivation with Zuiqingxuan's disciples.

　　The middle-aged disciple behind her sighed and hugged Xue Xiyue's waist, deliberately pressing her buttocks. As long as she took this position and cooperated with the disciple below, Xue Xiyue's acupuncture points that had been dredged for many years would become extremely narrow, as if she had returned to being a virgin:

　　"Comfortable, how do you feel, Master?"

　　Every time the penis thrust into Xue Xiyue's vagina, she would scream and moan "ah", and when the other penis thrust into her valley, she would moan "oh" again.

　　On one hand, it is an extremely pleasant experience, and on the other hand, it is a moan of emptiness that is filled: "Mm! Comfortable, very comfortable... You are the most enjoyable thing today."

　　"The sect leader's vagina has really become very tight. Senior Brother Qin must have a solution."

　　"It feels so good... Both holes are filled up, fuck harder, I'm about to cum, I'm about to cum."

　　Xue Xiyue, who was trapped, moaned.

　　"Master, please prepare to practice your skills."

　　"Brother Qin, I am almost dying."

　　Xue Xiyue couldn't describe how wonderful it felt at this moment. Although she had experienced it countless times, it was still very memorable:

　　"Deeper, deeper, put it all the way in, put it in"

　　"Disciples, please try harder, my master can't bear it any longer."

　　"Push again, and I'll ejaculate when I touch the center of the flower, quick, slurp, slurp"

　　A wonderful tingling sensation flowed through her body and reached deep into her soul. Xue Xiyue couldn't help but move her waist, trying to swallow the two men's penises: "Great, mmm... fucked in... I lost my virginity... being fucked by two disciples... oh oh, I'm going to... chuckle"

　　"I'm going to be killed, ah...it feels so good!"

　　"Master, I can't bear it anymore."

　　"Me too."

　　"Come on, cum in the master's cunt, good boy, I'm about to cum, ah ah ~"

　　Xue Xiyue let out a long moan, her whole body began to twitch and tremble uncontrollably, her limbs tightly wrapped around her base, the flesh walls of her flower path and valley began to wriggle as she released her orgasm, like sweet rain falling to the ground, nourishing all things.

　　The three of them together reached the peak of love and ecstasy, and the two disciples' cultivation also improved a bit.

　　Bu bu——

　　Following the obscene sounds of the penis being pulled out twice, the two disciples stretched lazily in comfort. As for Xue Xiyue, she began to roll her eyes absentmindedly again, her idle and empty body ready to be filled by the next few disciples.

　　At this time, on the top of the pavilion, two men in gorgeous Taoist robes were leisurely playing chess.

　　One of the men with a scar on his face dropped a black dot: "I heard that the sword tomb is open."

　　The man sitting opposite him placed a white piece and said, "Yes, I was planning to take Xiyue there in two days."

　　The scarred man's face was grim, and he didn't put down the black piece he had raised: "Are you not afraid that Shangguan Yuhe will kill you?"

　　"Even if I can't beat him, I can still run away." The man sitting opposite looked at Xue Xiyue downstairs: "I'm just a little jealous."

　　"I think you are envious of Shangguan Yuhe's beauty, not the treasures in the sword tomb."

　　"Ha ha."

　　The man sitting opposite laughed and said, "Maybe both."