Yang Guo still came to Chongyang Palace night and night, but no longer appeared in front of Zhu Qingyun.

On the sword test cliff, in the sword test pavilion, Yang waited overnight, looking at it from afar, just hoping to be closer to that person.

Although Zhu Qingyun knew that he came every night, he did not meet him or chase him.

After a long time, he naturally will not come again.

Without Yang, the days have returned to the previous state of ancient wells without waves.

Zhu Qingyun recites scriptures and practices martial arts every day, day after day, leisurely and slowly.

In August, it was the time of the Chongyang Palace to recruit new disciples once a year.

The number of people who signed up this year had increased several times compared to previous years, which made Cui Zhifang, who was in charge of recruiting new disciples, wonder, was the reputation of the Heart Dao Quanzhen Sect in the martial arts so extraordinary? After careful investigation, I realized that most of the people came to Zhu Qingyun, just to see the appearance of the first beauty in the rivers and lakes. Cui Zhifang sighed and drove them all down the mountain.

Zhu Qingyun is not disturbed by these mundane things, the morning bell and dusk drums, the bright moon and lonely clouds, and the passage of time is light.

At dinner, he instructed the little Taoist priest who delivered the meal, saying, "Send some hot water at the right time, I want to bathe." ”

The little Taoist priest's eyes flashed, and he said yes and retreated silently.

At the end of the day, the little Taoist priest sent hot water on time, poured it into the bath bucket, adjusted the temperature, and then retreated.

Zhu Qingyun closed the doors and windows, untied his clothes, and stepped into the bathtub.

Lean against the wall of the bucket and close your eyes as you feel the comfort of the hot water soaking your skin.

After soaking for about half an hour, Zhu Qingyun gradually felt that something was wrong.

A strange flow of heat rose out of nowhere, scurrying around in an orderly manner, and everywhere it passed, sparks erupted all over the place, gradually burning the prairie with the potential to burn.

Zhu Qingyun used the internal strength and mental method, and wanted to force this nameless fire down, but who knew that the pressure became more and more vigorous, and it was a little out of control.

Zhu Qingyun had never encountered such a situation, and he was a little panicked when he had always been calm.

In a moment, the hot flames were burning all over the body, the blood was boiling, the heart was beating uncontrollably, and the mouth was dry.

The lower abdomen was hit the hardest, and the heat swept wildly, setting off a raging heat wave.

Zhu Qingyun felt as if he was being roasted in the furnace, extremely unbearable, and his consciousness had begun to drowsy.

He instinctively wanted to escape, but found that his limbs were weak and he could not stand.

In desperation, Zhu Qingyun climbed the edge of the bath bucket with both arms, and tried his best to climb out, but who knew that his body actually dumped the bath bucket, and the sky swirled, and Zhu Qingyun was splashed to the ground like a fish.

The hot water in the bucket spilled all over the ground, and Zhu Qingyun lay in the water, becoming a stranded fish, about to dry up and die.

Zhu Qingyun opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound with difficulty.

But this little sound is not enough to attract rescue.

Qiu Chuji took all the disciples down the mountain to preach, and now he is the only one left in the entire Tianquan Palace, which is really called the heaven and the earth are not spiritual.

Yang Guoli's figure in the sword test pavilion suddenly flashed in his mind, and Zhu Qingyun crawled towards the door, and kept calling in his mouth: "Guo'er...... ...... children"

Before he could climb to the door, it creaked open, and a man walked in slowly, and then it was closed again.

Zhu Qingyun raised his head with difficulty, but what caught his eye was Zhao Zhijing's face.

Zhu Qingyun almost immediately realized that all the abnormalities in his current body must have been touched by someone.

And the person who did his hands and feet was Zhao Zhijing, who appeared in front of him at this moment at an inopportune time.

Zhao Zhijing squatted down in front of him, stretched out his hand to brush away the wet hair stuck to Zhu Qingyun's face, and sighed: "Even if the wolf is like this, Senior Brother Zhu is still so beautiful, it is really inhuman." ”

Zhu Qingyun curled up his naked body and asked in an astringent voice, "Senior Brother Zhao, are you ...... You're ...... me What was done? ”

Zhao Zhijing's eyes greedily lingered on Zhu Qingyun's wet white**, and the lust in his eyes was already burning.

But the night had just begun, and he didn't want to feast on the prey that had fallen into the trap so quickly. I don't know it, watching Zhu Qingyun be devoured, collapsed, and begged by lust little by little, which is much more interesting than feasting.

Zhao Zhijing said with a smile: "A fairy figure like Senior Brother Zhu who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, shouldn't he have heard of such a thing as strange and obscene Hehuansan?" ”

Zhu Qingyun was hot, paralyzed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, and almost lost the ability to think. Zhao Zhijing's voice sounded in his ears, and he could hear every word he said, and these words were combined, but Zhu Qingyun didn't quite understand their meaning.

"I melt the strange and lustful acacia into the hot water of your bath, and the medicinal effect seeps into your body with the steaming heat, and in a short time it will disintegrate your internal strength and arouse your lust. If you don't have sex with people for an hour, you will die a violent death, and your death will be extremely ugly. Zhao Zhijing gently rubbed Zhu Qingyun's flushed face, attached it to his ear, and said extremely ambiguously: "Senior brother, do you feel that a hundred claws scratch your heart now, and you are hungry and thirsty?" It won't be long before you'll spread your legs and beg me to go into the alley, begging me to push you hard. ”

Zhu Qingyun's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"It's so itchy......" Zhu Qingyun whimpered, rolling on the ground unbearably, his delicate skin rubbing against the rough floor, causing a shudder, and he moaned comfortably.

Zhao Zhijing stared at Zhu Qingyun, who was writhing like a water snake on the ground, for a moment, and was a little stupid, and muttered: "Yun'er, I have been fantasizing about it for ten years, and now it has finally come true." You were only five years old when you followed Uncle Qiu up the mountain, and the first time I saw you, I couldn't take my eyes off you. You look so beautiful, like a little vixen who has just been transformed, ignorant and ignorant, but invisibly charms people's hearts. Since then, you have become my demon. When you grow up to ten years old and have the appearance of a teenager, you will already be beautiful. As soon as I saw you, my blood began to surge, and it was so hard and painful that it almost burst out. ”

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but stretch out his hand, hold Zhu Qingyun's slender neck, and then slide it to his shoulders, slide to his waist, and rub it carefully, like a treasure.

"Yun'er, I've coveted you for ten years, Wangmei can no longer satisfy me to quench my thirst, I have to get you, completely and without reservation. Heaven has blessed me and given me such a good opportunity, how could I miss it. Zhao Zhijing's hand climbed onto Zhu Qingyun's face again, rubbed his red and soft lips with his fingertips, probed his fingers into his lips and stirred, and said in a dumb voice: "Yun'er, you are so arrogant, you will definitely not tell others what happened tonight, right?" ”

Zhu Qingyun's eyes were full of water, and he looked like he wanted to cry, which not only made people feel pity, but also made people want to ravage him.

Zhao Zhijing's patience had reached the limit, and he bent down to pick up Zhu Qingyun's curled body from the ground and walked towards the bed.

On the way, Zhu Qingyun's feet swept to the vase on the shelf, and the vase fell to the ground, with a crisp sound, and it shattered.

Zhao Zhijing didn't care, threw Zhu Qingyun on the bed, and pressed his body on it.