So, where did Chu Song fall?

Although he said to the outside world that he was a teacher and never returned, in fact, he was still in this Qingwei faction.

Qinglan is surrounded by the main peak, the green cypress is lush, and the residence of the head is not like Chu Songluo's poor sword cultivation, it is naturally a painting beam carved building, the main hall is simple and elegant, and it has its own style.

Xuanbo came out of the corridor with two sleeves, as if he was strolling leisurely, walking slowly around the mountain, and saw half of the stone tablet buried in the mountain on the mountainside, as if it was already very ancient, and it was eroded by the wind and rain, and the handwriting was blurred.

The name of this monument is Yan Mountain.

The Yanshan stele leads to the cliff of the faction.

It is rumored that there is a heroic righteousness left by the predecessors of this monument, and the person who committed the traitor was condemned to think about it, and often burst into tears when he saw this monument, and regretted his deeds, so his mind was greatly damaged, and he was thinking about the cliff day by day.

Xuanbo held the command of the master, so he naturally couldn't feel the power of this inkstone stele.

Because the inkstone stele hurts people's minds and destroys people's prestige, just so that those disciples can't see through it, the so-called Siguo Cliff is just a phantom array built on the basis of a cave.

The phantom array suppresses a demon, and lives by sucking people's bitterness, worries, and evil thoughts; The formation also converted the cultivation that this demon had absorbed into the energy that maintained the phantom array. Therefore, as long as a disciple enters this gate, as long as he has not truly reflected on his mistakes, he will not be able to get out of this illusion of thinking about the cliff.

The arranger of this formation can be described as exquisitely thoughtful and ingenious.

If there was no such person, Xuan Bo would have thought that this Siguo Cliff would be invincible.

Genbo looked at the man who was bound by the dark iron lock in the depths of the cave.

Xuanzhi.

It has been five years since he was imprisoned here, and he has not seen the light of day every day, and there is no one to communicate with except himself, but not once has this illusion been triggered.

In other words, he had no grievances or sins in his heart, nor was he worried or angry, as if he was tortured every day here, which was no different from giving him jade liquid elixir and bright lamp fragrant tea.

Is there such a clear person in the world?

Chu Songluo didn't open his eyes.

It seems that he already knows that Xuanbo is here, and he also knows what he is going to do, so there is no turmoil in his heart.

Xuan Bo only felt a nameless fire surging up in his heart.

Why didn't he look at me? Why is he unwilling to submit to me?

Everyone is weak, everyone is tired, why is he the only one who can understand this?

However, the clearer and more noble he became, the more Xuanbo had the urge to destroy his purity. He slowly took out the whip that was carefully refined with the tendons of the dragon, and did not use spiritual power, but simply relied on his own arm strength, and whipped it down with obedient thoughts at the man who was hanging on the wall!

There was a "pop" sound.

The skin on his chest, which had become whiter because he had not seen the sun for a long time, immediately opened his flesh and flesh, and the blood gradually seeped out.

When Xuan Bo saw it, he only felt as if he had added it to his body, which was not only very painful, but also strangely refreshing.

He asked with a little pity and a little malice: "Senior brother, naked**, and whipped, and still don't move, are you used to the caress of your senior brother?"

Chu Songluo actually didn't feel any pain.

Maybe it's because strictly speaking, he is no longer human, so in addition to the restless desire and the pain from the soul, the pain of ** will be automatically transformed into "knowing" for him.

The function of pain itself is to make people feel the danger, but Chu Songluo can directly know his pain, so he doesn't care about the process of pain.

So he opened his eyes expressionlessly, and his gaze was as heavy as a pool: "Short brown flowers, since they are no different from me, why should I lose my Dao heart for the sake of three-foot fabric?" ”

Xuan Bo smiled distortedly.

"The junior brother has always been very intelligent, and even self-justification is very good at bypassing the center of gravity."

Chu Songluo was silent.

In Xuan Bo's opinion, even if he was humiliated like this, Xuan Zhi's face still did not change, his eyebrows and eyes were like ink, and his long hair was pouring down like a crow's feather, although he was not an inch, his fair skin and the dark iron chain, and the dark rock wall, forming a contrast that suggests the same color, and it even more shows that his lean body with strong lines is full of primitive tension. The face that seems to never know the seven emotions and six desires in the world also makes Xuanbo want to force his behavior to be painted with the color of lust.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the thought of the secret he had discovered.

"Senior brother doesn't speak at the moment, don't you know your body, but you are very good at talking."

He reached out and gently stroked Chu Songluo's cheek, his attitude was as precious as if he were treating a peerless treasure, and maliciously attached his lip flap to his neck carotid artery, as if swallowing and as if feeling the flow of his blood.

In such an ambiguous action, he was satisfied to see his junior brother frowning painfully and forbearingly, and his body gradually reacted.

The more emotionally he was, the more he didn't say a word, as if muffled to suppress his reaction. But the body is desperate for it. Genbo felt that he couldn't suppress his thirst anymore.

Of course, he wants to possess his junior brother, but I am afraid that if this man like a sword is broken, he will not be able to return; Besides, if it were him, Xuan Bo would also be willing to wait for him. It's a pity that the goddess has a heart, no matter whether his attitude is tough or soft, Xuan Zhi is the king of Xiang who is as cold as a sword.

Xuan Bo suddenly said: "It's time to try the autumn in the spring, junior brother - you say, I will bring in your little apprentice who is holding it in the palm of my hand to be your companion, okay?"

Chu Songluo deliberately shook his mind.

The damp cave suddenly turned into a cliff, and he was in danger.

The shock and panic in Xuan Zhi's eyes obviously pleased Xuan Bo.

He slowly took off his robe, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his junior brother's lean waist, and whispered in his ear: "Senior brother's ruthless sword dao, isn't this ruined?" If the junior brother satisfies the painstaking begging of the senior brother for many years, maybe, if I am satisfied, I can let you go out to meet your dear apprentice. ”

He saw Xuanzhi close his eyes deeply, and when he opened his eyes again, the cliff turned into a cave again, and his voice was dry and bitter: "...... How? ”

More than once, Xuan Bo felt that this kind of feeling of jealousy was so misguided.

Because he clearly wanted nothing more than to defile him, so there were thousands of voices in his heart, but on the surface, he just smiled and untied the chains and used the tip of his tongue to test the man's **.

"Come and hug me."

The man didn't say a word, his face was like frost, but he did it rudely under the drive of **.

**

Chu Songluo was still very satisfied.

Always relying on the right hand is still unhappy, and the act of taking the initiative to prostitute will be regarded as a violation of this ascetic face.

So it seems that the head Xuanbo imprisoned him, but in fact, Chu Songluo neither cares about cultivation, nor does he care about such a short loss of freedom.

He just couldn't stand the situation that he was the only one who had physical contact, so he deliberately exposed this flaw to Xuanbo.

Sure enough, the other party tricked him into going out in the name of the master's mission, and he deliberately put down a qiē defense and woke up in this cave.

From time to time, Xuanbo will come to tease him, and he will help him soothe his restlessness when he is finished, which is a perfect one-stop service.

Although Xuan Bo has the appearance of a middle-aged man, his eyebrows are gentle and he looks quite bookish, not to mention that there are few immortal cultivators who are unrecognizable, Chu Songluo is not a picky eater, so he doesn't care about this problem.

In the end, Chu Songluo was not repulsed, but was very happy. This kind of home plate, which is judged to be passive, will not affect his image, so it is really not a loss at all to open this meat.

It's just that I'm worried about whether to follow the original trajectory first, let Yu Yanbai be plotted by someone and then start it, or find another way?

However, in this life, Yu Yanbai has too many variables, and I am afraid that most of them still ask for other ways to come again.

What's more, even if Yu Yanbai succeeds in plotting, because Chu Songluo is in a strong state, even if he is on it, he may be judged to have violated the rules, and Yu Yanbai may hate him at that time. - The sadomasochistic route is too tiring to walk, and it is better to make another plan.

After thinking about the plan, and thinking about it, he should be regarded as having lost Yuanyang now, and because of the ruthless sword path wavering, it is reasonable that his cultivation should plummet.

He grabbed the Yuan Ying in his divine consciousness without care, and the small, golden Chu Songluo seemed to feel the crisis and was struggling desperately, but his limbs were torn off by the hands of the divine soul and burned to ashes.

The villain screamed silently in pain, and then his body melted and reappeared in the form of a primordial baby, but it looked lighter in color, dying, and sat weakly over the sea of consciousness.

Chu Songluo didn't pay attention to the injured "knowing".

He felt it, and the cultivation he embodied at this moment should look like he was in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and it seemed that he had not recovered from a serious injury, and he was extremely weak.

Only then did he open his eyes and stand up, waving his hand.

It seemed that time had just begun to flow at this moment, and Xuan Bo, who was dressed well, finally put down his hand, and asked with a gentle smile as always: "Senior brother seems to be seriously injured, do you want to go to find your nephew?"

Chu Songluo seemed to have a trace of impatience between his eyebrows, but these feelings were frozen and covered up by an ice-like tone, "Thank you senior brother for the clothes, and I will say goodbye." ”

"Senior brother doesn't even know what the situation is outside, so how can I fulfill my master's entrustment?"

Xuan Bo was about to reach over and pick up a strand of hair hanging down for him, but his hand was opened. With a crisp sound, he was shocked and a little amused when he heard the man say in a deep voice, "Senior brother, please respect yourself." ”

Xuan Wavelength let out a long sigh, as if he was really a senior brother who tolerated his junior brother, and his tone was gentle, "Senior brother is willing to lie down to you in order to please his junior brother, but he doesn't know which step is wrong, but it makes my junior brother hate me so much." ”

Seeing that Xuan Zhi's expression was even more frosty, as if he was about to freeze, he said solemnly as if he was really heartbroken: "The spring test has ended, and the disciples of all sects have already gone to the horse sweeping platform to prepare for the autumn competition. I lied that my junior brother's life card was unstable, and I went to look for you, but now my junior brother has to go with me. ”

**

Talent is a thorn.

Gifted people will always realize that they are different from the mediocre because of this dark thorn, and they will always have to run, and they will always be reminded to move forward by the subtle pain.

You can pretend you don't know anything, but when you do, it's just a matter of shining light.

Yu Yanbai didn't care about the talent in his previous life, and this life poked him extremely painfully, and it also made him shine in the crowd.

The other disciples, most of whom were brothers and sisters, were in groups of three or two, or talking and laughing loudly, or talking in low voices, but he was the only one who did not fit into this group. Won the first place in the spring test, even more so.

People who are alone are not necessarily alone. Along the way, he often looked at the sea of clouds and distant mountains from the corner of the flying boat, and sometimes he could hear the girls discussing with some sympathy, saying that he had fallen under an unkind ice cube, and even though he was in a good position, he was afraid that he had a very hard time. Some people also said that he thought very highly of himself, thinking that he was amazing, but in fact, it was not that the true disciples were rich in resources, and it was easier to cultivate. And so on and so forth.

When they arrived at the Horse Riding Terrace, it was already evening that day, and the boy who led the way told them to stay first, and then visit the other factions another day.

- Also, not only are they not in charge, but even the most famous Xuanzhi real person Chu Songluo has not been heard from for five years, during which there are dark tides surging everywhere, and countless people have rumored that he has suffered an accident, if it weren't for the fact that the fate card was still intact, even Yu Yanbai himself would have despaired.

However, he himself doubted many times, but he could not allow others to assert anything.

So when a young man from the Changqing faction on the opposite side stood in front of him and provoked a bunch of verbosities, he didn't care.

So when the boy began to assert, "Xuanzhi has fallen!" Otherwise, it was plundered by a demon beast to make up for the ......", he stopped and looked at the person coldly.

The air was very condensed for a moment.

Because he has never liked to make friends, there was no one in the Qingwei faction to help him distinguish before. At this time, it was the senior brother of the previous life, Pinghan, who came forward and said: "Forget it, take a step back; The elders are not there, don't hurt the harmony for a little quarrel. ”

Yu Yanbai, the first person of the new disciple generation of the Qingwei faction, is known for his beautiful appearance.

However, when he drew his sword expressionlessly, a condensed coldness actually made Ping Han can't help but take two steps back.

However, the body's reaction could not be disguised by annoyance, and he had always done a good job on the surface, so he pretended to "understand the decision of the junior brother" mildly, smiled wryly, and added: "Well, since the junior brother has made up his mind, you must pay attention to proportion. ”

Yu Yanbai glanced at this coward and didn't say much, but turned his head and looked at the disciple of the Changqing Sect in front of him seriously.

"Put your name on it."

He said, "Yu Yanbai, a disciple of Xuanzhi, wants to fight with you. ”

The beautiful young man suddenly smiled slightly, "Look at how much you want to die, so you can grow such a rotten mouth." ”