Wei Qingling put away the talisman and smiled sweetly:
"Hehe, thank you so much, Master. Master, you are the best. You have great cultivation, boundless Taoism, and you are even more handsome than Zhao Wujiang."
Zhang Xukun couldn't help but smile at first, and then his smile froze, plummeted, and collapsed.
He has a high level of cultivation and boundless Taoist skills, and he can shamelessly recognize them.
But the handsomeness is better than Zhao Wujiang, and no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't accept it.
He coughed:
"When Master was young, he was indeed as handsome as Zhao Wujiang."
"Then why..." Wei Qingling's pretty face showed great confusion. She wanted to ask, if this is the case, then why does the master have no Taoist companion?
But as soon as she opened her mouth, the master waved his hand to stop her from continuing.
"Go and seize the time to practice." Zhang Xukun was serious and said in his heart, don't ask. If you ask, just focus on cultivating the Tao and not worry about the mortal world.
"Oh..." Wei Qingling let out a long oh, shook her head and stood up.
She raised her hand and made a move, and the peach wood sword she was carrying swept to her side, gradually lowering to the level of her ankle.
"Flying with a sword!" She raised her little head proudly. Flying with a sword was taught to her by Senior Brother Xiaoguo during this trip to Tianzong.
In the past, she used the method taught by her master to shrink the ground into an inch.
But how can one fly with a sword so gracefully when one is reduced to an inch?
She jumped slightly, stepped on the mahogany sword, swayed her body, and flew towards the outside of the house.
Seeing his disciple Wei Qingling disappear, Zhang Xukun let out a long sigh:
"Shedding one's roots and seeking the last..."
He was hunched beside the alchemy furnace, his eyes dim.
The blessings that Brother Lindao has sought for the rise of Renzong will be revealed to the world.
I just don’t know if Senior Brother Lindao had predicted that the disaster was coming and that the demonic snow would fall from the sky?
Is it really a good thing for Renzong to rise in such a crisis?
Why wait until everything calms down?
Why did Brother Xiaoguo set the time on the 13th day of the twelfth lunar month?
No, he deserves a hexagram.
Zhang Xukun sat up straight and took out the copper coins and tortoise shell from his sleeve robe.
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"Shrink your head, you bastard, and the turtle will take off its armor."
The beautiful woman was sitting on the bed and talking dirty words.
"Where are you talking?" A pair of big calloused hands came from behind the beautiful woman, wrapped around her soft waist, and moved upwards, trembling when they touched the plump peach.
The strong male voice pressed against the woman's earlobe, spitting out hot and moist words:
"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, but they must lower their eyebrows when they see me.
In the same way, no matter how strong my sword energy is, I, Li Chunjun, will be willing to be subdued when I meet you, Xiu Niang, and I will bow under your skirt, press my lips... and worship you. "
"Disgusting." The plump and beautiful woman turned her pretty face to the side, hugged Li Chunjun, her eyes full of spring:
"I haven't seen you for a while. Where did you learn that dirty talk?"
"I have a friend..." Li Chunjun kissed Xiu Niang's lips. Although he only tasted it briefly, he separated her lips.
He originally went to Butian Pavilion to improve his swordsmanship, but it snowed heavily and the evil snow was raging in the world. He was a little worried about his only beauty.
So he traveled thousands of miles from the Fairy East Territory to a mundane place in the Southern Territory of Shenshui, and returned to Fuliu Pavilion where he lost his body as an old boy.
As for Zhao Wujiang, he is not worried at all. He can survive the collapse of the world. How can the current Yaoxue pose a threat to him?
The lingering relationship with Fuliu Pavilion Madam Xiu Niang for several days made his sword edge sharper and weaker at the same time, and he indulged in the gentle land.
He and Xiu Niang made love from morning to night, from bed to window, from tables and chairs to beams, from top to bottom, from front to back.
The affection becomes deeper and deeper, the words of love become smoother and smoother, and the love river becomes more turbulent.
Heavy snow fell on the world, Fuliu Pavilion closed down, and there were no idle people to disturb them.
The lips that had just parted, the words that were about to be spoken were blocked again.
The two kissed deeply, and Xiu Niang held Li Chunjun's cheek.
After a while, the turtle stretched out his head and roared to the sky, showing his domineering attitude.
Xiu Niang was so happy when she saw it, Mount Tai pressed down on the top, as if she were sitting on a lotus platform.
Then a new round of joy begins.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark. I don’t know what the heaven and earth are, and I don’t know what time it is outside the house.
Until the two hugged each other quietly, their breaths touched, and they spoke flirtatious words again.
