In the core of the hinterland of the Chu family, under the ancestral house, in the infinite depths, Chu Wujun, who was meditating, opened his eyes.

The talisman in his hand showed the source, "Little brother?" A trace of irrepressible surprise appeared in his voice, Chu Wuqing would actually take the initiative to send him a message.

But after opening the talisman and listening to the transmission, countless complicated feelings were added to this surprise, "The younger brother has found an entourage, and he is still a mortal who has not cultivated. ”

"It's just a mortal, I don't need to care about it at all," Chu Wujun's eyebrows didn't move, but there was a chill in his eyes, "Having said that, but when I think of having someone who can stay with my little brother for three years, I can see my little brother's appearance all the time, and when I hear my little brother's voice, I feel uncomfortable, and maybe I can touch my little brother's private things......"

Chu Wujun's fingers lightly pressed on his heart, and the chill in his eyes became even stronger, "I always have a premonition that something unexpected will happen to this person." "Obviously, it's just a small stream that can't set off the slightest storm.

Chu Wujun got up, and as he stood up, the Molian Platform under him disappeared.

Ten steps away from Chu Wujun, among the heavy immortal lotus, there was a man lying down, his black hair was scattered at will, covering most of his face, but the faintly exposed outline could be seen to be rare and handsome, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, like an immortal free and easy, like a demon arrogant.

He didn't feel the slightest breath of an immortal cultivator on his body, but he didn't need any coercion, just lying there was enough to make all things surrender.

For three days, the man had never woken up, and all that pointed out to Chu Wujun was a trace of his divine sense that had been left outside before his retreat.

But just this trace of divine consciousness is enough to destroy the Transformation Stage

This person is the contemporary ancestor of the Chu family, the only late stage of refining in the entire Anyang Middle Realm.

"Master, disciple leave for a while. Chu Wujun didn't hesitate, and after saying a word, he immediately left the underground secret mansion with a teleportation array without waiting for the man to answer.

From beginning to end, the man's expression did not change at all, and his body was motionless, until Chu Wujun arrived at Chu Wuqing's residence, and a phantom figure broke away from the man, and he smiled hehe: "It's a little interesting." ”

Chu Wujun swept Gu Yu with his divine sense, and the vigilance in his heart became stronger, and when Gu Yu was about to get up to greet him, he said lightly: "No need." ”

These words were extremely indifferent, even if they didn't need to be cultivated as mana, they were still like thunder to mortals.

Seeing that Gu Yu's face remained unchanged, he sat down on the side inscrutablely, how noble Shaozong's bearing was, like a majestic snow peak, he had never overlooked the ants at the foot of the mountain from beginning to end, "You only have one chance, you can become a junior brother before tomorrow when you enter the qi refining period."

At this moment, Chu Wuqing had arrived outside the Cave Mansion of Chu Huan, the residence of the patriarchs of the past dynasties, the Triple Heavenly Palace.

Chu Wuqing's feet had just stepped on the Baiyuyun Bridge outside the palace gate, when a strong wind came from the palace, instantly enveloping him, ignoring the prohibitions, and dragging him to Chu Huanzhi.

When he landed, the wind dispersed so fast that Chu Wuqing's steps were unsteady, and he almost threw himself into Chu Huanzhi's arms, which was really too undignified, he struggled to get up, but was caught by a powerful arm across his waist.

"Daddy?" he raised his head in surprise, and saw the reflection of his wolf in Chu Huanzhi's eyes.

Because of the strong wind, his originally regular bun became scattered, a few strands of hair stuck to the corners of his forehead, and because of the subsequent movements, even the tightly dressed robe was pulled a little, and the silver hair snaked into the undershirt.

"Qingqing, don't move," Chu Huanzhi sighed, his voice was undisguised with love, and there seemed to be a trace of sadness that his father was worried about, "Let Dad hug you, just like when I was a child, there is no need for so many courtesies between you and my father and son." ”

Let Daddy hug you.

A simple sentence fell in Chu Wuqing's heart, but it aroused his thousands of feelings, all kinds of past and present lives alternated in front of him, and the picture of his father when he exploded himself appeared in his mind, and he only felt that the Sword Killing True Monarch in front of him was so unreal.

Let him no longer care about the etiquette in this world, and just want to be happy like a child in the mortal world, and enjoy this moment of family happiness.

The corners of the young man's eyes were slightly wet, diluting all the indifference and arrogance he had always had, like a little beast praying for protection, but it revealed an indescribable charm, as if thousands of spring waves were drunk into his black and white eyes.

Just one glance can make people indulge in it, unable to pull it out, and people can't help but reverie, when the teenager really cries, what kind of scenery it should be.

Chu Huanzhi's gaze slowly moved away from Chu Wuqing's face and fell on the slender white and slender neck, because of the action of burying his head, his hair all fell, and his collar was slightly open, exposing the delicate and small bulge between his throat, which rose and fell with the master's breathing, as if he was inviting someone to taste it.

Chu Huanzhi's arm on Chu Wuqing's waist was even harder, and he could hardly restrain the emotion in his heart, wanting to hold his fingers in this slender and flexible waist, and carefully feel the vivid ** wrapped in heavy robes.

The pair of swords of copying and killing, the hands of the true monarch of the gods who held life and death in the world, but at this moment, when they were less than half an inch away from the young man's waist, they trembled slightly like mortals, as if they were not controlled by their minds.

But in the end, his slender fingers just landed on Chu Wuqing's belt, rubbing back and forth between the belts silently, and with his movements, the opening of the young man's collar was widened a little bit, and gradually peeled off the single clothes inside, through which he could see a piece of snow under it, and the slender collarbone that attracted people to lick and kiss.

Chu Huanzhi's breath stagnated, and in the eyes that were as bright as the sun and the moon to see through everything in the world, there was only a deep darkness left at this time, so black that it was like a black hole after the fall of a star, and it was about to completely devour the things in his eyes.

"Qingqing. Chu Huanzhi's voice was extremely indifferent, but these two words were bitten on the tip of his tongue, but they seemed to weigh a thousand catties, holding all his feelings.

Chu Wuqing didn't agree, but just like when he was a child, he rubbed his forehead and cheeks on the young man's thick and solid chest, rubbing Chu Huanzhi's immortal clothes full of folds, bringing an unbearable friction, and a little itching into his heart.

It seems that the layer of immortal clothes that is enough to block the full force of refining the void has also been rubbed by the young man like a frozen heart, and he can really feel the delicate skin on his cheeks......

"Qingqing, don't be coquettish like this, raise your head. Chu Huanzhi's cold voice was dyed with a hint of warmth, and he smiled slightly: "In addition to getting the magic weapon mentioned last time, my father also got a bottle of thousand-year-old cold chalcedony when he went out this time. ”

Originally, Chu Huanzhi said that he wanted to hug him like when he was a child, so he would touch his feelings, and he couldn't help but follow his thoughts and go, and made a coquettish move to satisfy Chu Huanzhi's love for licking calves.

Chu Huanzhi didn't appreciate it, and even said in turn that he didn't want to be like this, Chu Wuqing has always been arrogant, especially in front of Chu Huanzhi, and he would not hide a little bit of affection.

Because he knows that this man will only spoil him, love him, spoil him to lawlessness, it is a tree, a mountain, and his world, shelter him from the wind and rain, and give him a qiē.

Fatherly love is selfless.

This feeling of pride and indulgence in front of Chu Huanzhi can't be changed even if he lives again, because all the qiē should be in his blood and bones.

"Dad!" Chu Wuqing raised his head as Chu Huanzhi said, but glared at his father dissatisfiedly.

The moisture in the corners of his eyes has not completely dissipated, and the cold arrogance and majesty of the past have been filtered by the moisture, turning into sparkling and vibrant.

The Adam's apple between Chu Huanzhi's neck stalks moved, and the fingers that were on Chu Wuqing's belt suddenly turned to hold them, and with a slight wave of the other hand, a soup of spiritual springs appeared in this hall in an instant.

Chu Huanyi poured the chalcedony into the spring water and said slowly, "Drip this chalcedony into the spiritual liquid, supplemented by the method of empowerment, you can cultivate to the tenth level of qi refining, and there will be no other hidden dangers." This opportunity is too dangerous, geniuses from all sides have gathered, there are many foundation building masters, even if there are many guarantees, your cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining is still too weak, and I still can't rest assured. ”

After finishing speaking, the chalcedony had all been integrated into the spiritual spring, and in an instant, bursts of white mist evaporated above the spring.

The white mist came to his face, and the mist alone made Chu Wuqing feel a spiritual shock, and the spiritual power in the dantian actually began to operate on its own, although the speed was extremely slow.

The next moment, Chu Wuqing was hugged by Chu Huanzhi into the spiritual spring.

The spring water instantly flooded the top of his head, and countless spiritual pressures pressed towards him from all directions, and his breath was almost cut off in a panic.

"Close your eyes and meditate. Chu Huanzhi suddenly came from above his head, majestic and cold, and immediately stabilized Chu Wuqing's mind.

Chu Wuqing hurriedly closed his eyes and meditated, and then felt Chu Huanzhi's fingers fall on the top of his head, and a strange power came out from Chu Huanzhi's fingers, flowing to his whole body, easily combing all the surging spiritual power into his dantian.

The young man's clothes were completely soaked by the spring water, clinging to his body, outlining the shape of his waist, and the plain white shirt exposed during the struggle was also translucent by the spring water, faintly revealing the skin underneath.

The cold spring water kept lapping on the young man's body, making the soft two places on his chest gradually harden, and the shirt that clung to his chest raised a little arc, and the red loomed.

Chu Huanzhi's voice was even more majestic and cold, and if it came from above the Nine Heavens, it would not reveal a trace of affection, "Next, Father will broaden your meridians for you, and this process will be very painful." ”

With Chu Huanzhi's words, the spiritual pressure in the spring suddenly increased dozens of times, and the cold breath frantically poured into Chu Wuqing's body, almost bursting his meridian flesh and blood, and the pain caused bursts of thin red to appear on his jade-white skin.

Chu Huanzhi's fingers were on Chu Wuqing's body, counting points from head to toe, and Yuan Li came out, turning into countless points of light in Chu Wuqing's body in an instant, wrapping his meridians from the outside without a trace of harm.

But under the double pressure, the pain was even worse, as if the whole body had been broken and re-forged, fine sweat stains appeared on Chu Wuqing's forehead, but he clenched his teeth tightly, and never let out a cry of pain.

The steaming mist hung over his eyelashes like teardrops.

The dark in Chu Huanzhi's eyes was diluted by pity, and he could barely restrain the urge to hold Chu Wuqing in his arms, wanting to lick off the tears on the young man's eyelashes, and be relieved, but the spell could not be interrupted, and the immortal road was difficult and dangerous, and the avenue was difficult to find, and this pain was nothing compared to it.

The young eagle must finally let go on the cliff before it can fly high.

And with his support, Chu Wuqing will only go straight up. Even if the process is dangerous, there will never be a danger to life.

"Qingqing, cry out if it hurts. Chu Huanzhi's voice suddenly softened, with boundless warmth, his slender fingers caressed the young man's round and small earlobes little by little, and the snow-colored neck, bursts of warm currents came out of his palm, heading towards the lower dantian, "Don't be afraid, it's not a shame to call in front of your father." ”

The young man's cold body suddenly came into contact with such a soft warmth, and he trembled slightly, and his chest continued to rise and fall, but his lips were pursed tighter, not revealing a trace of pain.

Chu Huanzhi lowered his voice, and the thick magnetic sink revealed an indescribable temptation, "Daddy wants to hear it, is it okay to call it to Daddy." ”

The words of the true monarch followed the law, and the voice containing a trace of the rules of the Heavenly Dao came into Chu Wuqing's ears and fell into the sea of Chu Wuqing's knowledge, and he opened his eyes like a bewitcher, and his eyes were misty and rippling.

"Daddy, it hurts. ”