After Lin Yilian left, Ming Jingchen returned to his room and lay on the bed in a daze.
Back to Penglai Island, all the familiar sights here come back like a tide, and memories come flooding back.
Ming Jingchen just lay there quietly, squinting his eyes and falling into a hazy sleep.
He had some dreams, and one day he vaguely dreamed that his seven disciples were all on Penglai Island, and he trained martial arts and studied with them.
I dreamed that in my previous life, I was in the hospital, chatting and playing games with Lin Yilian who was lying on the bed.
Finally, she dreamed that her hands and feet slowly turned into the four legs of the cauldron, and her body gradually turned into a bronze cauldron body. The spiritual energy under the cauldron burned like a blazing flame. Lin Yilian sat cross-legged in the cauldron, letting her vagina fully contain the Optimus Prime transformed by the penis in the cauldron. Her cheeks flushed and her tongue drooped. Her eyes rolled up with pleasure. She called her own name in a sickly manner while absorbing the vigorous yang energy emitted by the cauldron. Finally, she broke through the realm of the Heavenly Emperor and ascended to become a god.
When Ming Jingchen opened his eyes again, he sat up straight and shook his hands, feeling his mortal body that was useless except for his yang energy. He smiled bitterly, got out of bed and went out, bathed carefully by the stream, and returned to his room. He walked to the closet and picked out a white monk's robe, then came to the main hall, lit a wisp of incense, and sat cross-legged in the hall with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for Lin Yilian to return.
In the evening, the evening breeze from outside the hall was filled with fragrance. Ming Jingchen, who was sitting cross-legged to cultivate his qi, sniffed and felt that the fragrance was very familiar. It was the Nanyang roast chicken and fine wine that he loved the most in the past.
However, these two things are not available near Penglai Island. Nanyang roast chicken is a specialty of the Central Plains. In March, you usually have to go to the south to get it, or you happen to run into a wine caravan, which is unlikely.
When Lin Yilian returned with a lot of bags and a smile on her face, the first thing Ming Jingchen asked when he opened his eyes was, "Have you really cultivated to the Heavenly Emperor realm and mastered the method of space travel?"
Lin Yilian put down the roast chicken and wine on the table and said angrily, "Master! I have been running around to buy you delicious food, but you don't even try to comfort me. Instead, you come back and ask me about my cultivation!"
Ming Jingchen pointed at the hot roasted chicken that had just come out of the oven and said with a smile, "This roasted chicken is only available in the Central Plains. You traveled across the north and south of the Hongyan Realm in one day, so you obviously have mastered the method of space travel. I haven't seen you for many years and I'm curious, so I must want to ask you."
Lin Yilian unpacked the large and small packages, took the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and busied herself with arranging the dishes on the table in the lobby for Ming Jingchen. While busying herself, she said lightly, "Thanks to the wisp of spatial power that Master left for me when he left, I have now completely refined and mastered it, and my cultivation has reached the Heavenly Emperor realm. These dishes and wine are indeed the freshest ones that I bought from all over the Hongyan Realm using the method of space travel."
When Ming Jingchen left, he saw that Lin Yilian had a talent for the mysterious causal law of the power of time and space, and her cultivation had just reached the threshold for cultivation, so he extracted a trace of pure space power from her body, injected it into her sea of qi and sealed it, allowing her to slowly refine it.
On the surface, he valued this disciple the most among all his disciples, who had extraordinary talent and a promising future. The actual reason was unknown to both of them, as they both knew it well.
After Ming Jingchen fell in order to repair the sky, Lin Yilian cultivated to a high level and mastered the power of space, able to cut through the gap in time and space, come to the eternal sky to collect his body, and bring it back to the Hongyan world that he had protected all his life for burial.
Now there is no need to collect corpses, he has come back alive, but his cultivation is completely wasted, and there are so many things that happened later, Ming Jingchen is a little confused, not knowing whether it is better for him to die with the noble character of the fallen Jie Tiandi, or to live like now, being trained by the sickly demon disciples and completely enslaved.
Lin Yilian, who has now reached the pinnacle of her cultivation and has become a Heavenly Emperor, has provided another possible ending. Ming Jingchen seems a little confused.
"My disciple is very good, and I am very pleased."
Ming Jingchen praised, took the wine poured by Lin Yilian, twisted the glass back and forth with his fingers, causing the wine to ripple, and Ming Jingchen stared at his reflection in the wine in a daze.
The four disciples in front of him were all polite and courteous to him at first, just like Lin Yilian, but later they tore off the hypocritical skin of respect and filial piety, revealing the twisted and morbid lust underneath.
Ming Jingchen had a premonition that this meal might be the last meal between the two of them as master and disciple.
After this meal, the relationship between him and Lin Yilian completely changed to that of master and slave. Then Lin Yilian marked him in some way, and he officially became the quasi-cauldron for her cultivation into a god. After a period of preparation, he gradually became the official cauldron.
Just like Xiyan's chicken soup pot and her love affair, just like Luyu's mutton hotpot and her yin-yang inversion and promiscuous pattern, just like Wuji's longan coconut wine and her hundred-death brand soul charm, just like Shiyin's fried chicken burger and her eight-bit wide soul etching circuit.
Ming Jingchen raised his glass and gently clinked it with Lin Yilian's glass, then drank the Yangchun Sanyuebai in the glass and sighed, "Good wine, thank you for your kindness, disciple."
Lin Yilian finished her drink and leaned on the table, resting her head on her chin, with a strange expression on her face, half smiling and half not smiling. She was very interested in catching the expression on Ming Jingchen's face, just like appreciating the clouds changing in the sky.
Ming Jingchen was not cunning in front of people close to him. After spending a long time with the disciples, they could completely guess what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.
Lin Yilian knew the ups and downs of his thoughts, but she didn't point it out. She just smiled and watched quietly, watching him very attentively and affectionately, and she never got tired of watching him.
"Yilian, you're not drinking or eating, why are you just looking at me like that?"
"Master is so handsome." Lin Yilian's lips curved, "I haven't seen you for a thousand years. I just want to look at you like this."
Ming Jingchen swallowed a large piece of roast chicken, wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and smiled helplessly, "You are still the same as before, always staring at me while I eat."
"Yeah." Lin Yilian stroked the hair that hung down beside her forehead and stretched out her right index finger to curl the hair. "At that time, I was in the hospital bed. I had no appetite after chemotherapy, so I loved to watch my brother in the mirror eating his lunch box with big mouthfuls and enjoying it."
"The meatball rice at the Lawson next to the Central Hospital is really delicious." Ming Jingchen said, reminiscing about the past, "I remember buying you a portion but you didn't want to eat a single bite. You had to grab the meatballs from my lunch box when I was eating the most, and you would eat them happily."
Lin Yilian nodded heavily, "I don't understand either. I always feel that Brother Jing's is delicious, but the one my parents bought is hard to swallow."
The two drank and ate, chatting and reminiscing about the past, and they had a very happy chat.
After finishing the meal, Ming Jingchen wiped the stains from his fingers and mouth, touched his bloated stomach, burped, smiled with satisfaction and said, "I am satisfied."
He stood up straight and walked in front of Lin Yilian. He flicked the sleeves of his white robe, making them rustle in the wind. Ming Jingchen looked like a young man from an immortal family descending to the earth. He knelt in front of Lin Yilian with dignity and closed his eyes.
"Master, I am ready."
Lin Yilian looked at Ming Jingchen at her feet and said angrily, "Master, what do you mean by this? I was just joking!"
"I'm just weak, but I'm not stupid." Ming Jingchen bent down, buried his head in the white high-heeled shoes of Lin Yilian, who was sitting with her legs crossed, and kissed her affectionately, "I'm a completely depraved and enslaved lustful master. I'm so excited when I think about becoming the cauldron of my beloved disciple. Please bless me, Master."
"Alas..." Lin Yilian sighed, "Master, do you really think so?"
"Yes." Ming Jingchen said firmly.
"No regrets?"
"No regrets."
Lin Yilian leaned over, lifted Ming Jingchen's chin with her delicate hands, smiled and whispered, "Then come back to my room with me, take off your shirt and lie down on the bed, I will draw a spell for you."
From the boudoir, there came the rustling sound of someone undressing.
The handsome young man, with a fair and slightly muscular figure, quietly lay on the soft bed that was exactly the same as the bedding in the real world, his chest muscles rising and falling, looking a little nervous.
"Duoduoduo," the sound of pounding medicine approached from the door of the boudoir. With the bright moonlight pouring in through the window, Ming Jingchen saw a fairy in white clothes, pounding medicine with a stone mortar, lifting her skirt and crossing the threshold.
Lin Yilian sat at the table, pounding the medicine in the moonlight. The moonlight sprinkled on her stunning face. With her fairy-like white gauze dress, Ming Jingchen seemed to be in the Moon Palace. In front of him was the fairy Chang'e in the Moon Palace, pounding the medicine.
Although Ming Jingchen knew that this medicine was the strongest poison that would end all his reincarnations, and the sound of pounding the medicine was the soul-destroying bell that sounded the end of his life, facing such a beautiful fairy pounding the soul-stealing medicine, Ming Jingchen did not feel it was so scary, but instead a ripple of emotion arose in his heart.
Looking at the erect penis in his lower body, Ming Jingchen smiled bitterly and thought to himself.
"It seems that my personality has completely degenerated and become enslaved. It has been ruined. I originally didn't want this evil disciple to harm the other six disciples, and wanted to replace them with myself. I didn't expect that I would actually feel excited about this. Sigh..."
After mixing the prepared materials, Lin Yilian raised her head and took a hairpin from the top of her head. She held the mortar in one hand and the hairpin in the other. She sat at the head of the bed and whispered, "Master, stretch out your hand."
Ming Jingchen's throat moved, he swallowed, and tremblingly raised his hand in front of Lin Yilian. Lin Yilian used the hairpin in her hand to pierce Ming Jingchen's right index finger. Ming Jingchen shuddered, and a small cut was made on his finger, and blood dripped into the stone mortar.
After about four or five drops of liquid fell, Lin Yilian lowered her head and opened her lips, taking Ming Jingchen's pierced index finger into her mouth, and licked the wound gently with her tongue.
Feeling the warm and smooth touch of the tongue on his fingertips, licking and sucking on his wounds, the pleasant and erotic feeling made Ming Jingchen's body tremble slightly, his chest rose and fell a little faster, and his eyes looked at Lin Yilian with a little more confusion.
After licking the wound to stop the bleeding, Lin Yilian pulled Ming Jingchen's finger out of her mouth, her face as ethereal as a jade carving, showing a hint of reluctance to part.
After dripping blood on Ming Jingchen, Lin Yilian pointed the hairpin at her finger and was about to pierce it, but Ming Jingchen glared at her and shouted anxiously, "You can't bleed!"
After hearing this, Lin Yilian burst out laughing, "Master, it's been more than a thousand years, and I've experienced two lifetimes. Why do you still think I can't bleed?"
Ming Jingchen then realized that his reaction was too delayed. In his subconscious mind, Lin Yilian was still the leukemia girl on the hospital bed who could not bleed.
"I'm sorry." Ming Jingchen's cheeks were slightly red. "Maybe I had a dream in my sleep this afternoon. I dreamed of your past self and I'm still stuck in it and haven't gotten over it yet."
Lin Yilian smiled knowingly and pierced her finger, dripping the blood from her fingertip into the stone mortar. Looking at the ruby-red blood drops under the moonlight, Lin Yilian looked a little sad and whispered, "If only I could have pierced my finger and used my own blood."
Ming Jingchen's eyes turned white when he heard this, and he felt speechless.
"You laughed at me and thought you were a girl with leukemia who couldn't bleed. I want to scold you for still feeling guilty about that after a thousand years. I told you it was a coincidence! It was a coincidence! Don't pay attention to a coincidence, okay!"
Lin Yilian moved her red lips twice and asked softly, "Brother Jing, if I tell you, isn't that a coincidence?"
"Then my answer remains the same." Ming Jingchen said calmly, "I don't regret it."
...
Time moves forward a thousand years, and space moves across a dimension.
In the golden September, the south is still green and lush. In the courtyard of Shanghai First People's Hospital, there is a faint sweet scent of osmanthus, which should be refreshing and sweet. But for Ming Jingchen, a high school student sitting on a bench outside the intensive care unit with a frown on his face, this year's osmanthus is not sweet at all.
Lin Yilian's condition is getting worse and worse, and she can only survive with chemotherapy. She was in so much pain just now that she cried loudly, calling her parents and brother Jing, saying that she didn't want to die.
In the corridor, the doctor's solemn expression had already pronounced the result. "She won't survive this winter" was the verdict given by all the doctors to Lin Yilian. Ming Jingchen, who was leaning against a corner of the corridor and listening quietly, looked at the Lin couple who were hugging each other and crying, and then looked at the family members in the corridor of the critical care department who were as depressed as death, and couldn't help sighing.
"Three disasters, six diseases, seven sufferings and eight difficulties. Life is full of difficulties."
The inpatient department was very dull and depressing. There was no fresh sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, only the smell of medicine. Ming Jingchen didn't like it very much, so he came out to get some fresh air, hoping to smell the sweet sweetness of fresh sweet-scented osmanthus to relieve his boredom.
After I came out, I realized that it wasn't the air that was the problem, but my inner problem.
"How can people get rid of these illnesses and pains and completely control their own destiny?" Ming Jingchen clasped his hands over his chest and muttered to himself.
At this moment, an old voice echoed in my ears.
"Young man, do you want to control your destiny?"
Ming Jingchen looked up suddenly, and in front of him was an old man wrapped tightly in a coat, wearing a black hat with the brim pulled down very low, so it was difficult to see his face clearly.
"I don't believe in religion, and I don't buy insurance, thank you." Ming Jingchen glanced at the mysterious old man, then turned away and ignored him.
"I am the guide of your destiny." The old man in black took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and handed it to Ming Jingchen, "This prayer talisman can change your destiny."
"Oh my god, you are a salesman." Ming Jingchen yawned and was about to get up and leave.
In this intensive care unit, there are all kinds of people, including missionaries, insurance sellers, and even folk remedies. Ming Jingchen has seen many of these people who take advantage of people's weakness in despair and sell amulets for profit, and he doesn't have a good impression of them.
"It's free, no money required." The mysterious old man did not put away the yellow talisman, but persisted in persuading in a low voice.
"Everything that fate gives you has a hidden price tag. In my opinion, free is the most expensive."
"You are right." A deep and vicissitudes voice floated out from under the hat, "Everything in the world is exchanged for equal value. This is the supreme law of the Three Thousand Great Ways. If you get something for free, you will definitely lose something."
"Oh, you are honest." Ming Jingchen gathered his sleeves and was about to leave.
"I'm so hungry. I haven't sold a single amulet yet. If you have something to eat, I'll sell you this amulet."
Ming Jingchen was about to leave when he stopped, turned back to his chair, and took out a half-cold barbecued pork bun from his pocket.
This was the most delicious authentic Cantonese barbecued pork bun he had ever tasted in Shanghai, and he was going to bring it to Lin Yilian to try and see if she could eat it. However, Lin Yilian felt very uncomfortable after the chemotherapy and couldn't eat it at all, so Ming Jingchen had to take it home and heat it up for himself.
If it was for selling, Ming Jingchen would definitely ignore the old man. When he heard that he was very hungry and wanted to change food, Ming Jingchen immediately took out the barbecued pork bun and handed it to him, "Eat it, it's not completely cold yet."
"Thank you." The mysterious old man took the barbecued pork bun and carefully put it under the brim of his hat. He then stuffed the yellow talisman into Ming Jingchen's hand and said, "Praying requires a price. The price will be recorded on the head of whoever's blood is dripped on the yellow talisman. The greater the wish, the greater the price."
Ming Jingchen looked at the prayer talisman in the light after exchanging it for a barbecued pork bun. He felt that the pattern of the yellow talisman was very strange. Normal yellow talismans had the words "imperial decree" in an upper and lower structure, but the distorted font of this yellow talisman could barely make out the words "Daoqi".
The word "Tao" is ethereal and ethereal above, while the word "Qi" is as solid and solemn as a tripod below.
After playing with it for a while, Ming Jingchen curled his lips and turned to ask the mysterious old man, "What kind of talisman is this? Why does it feel wrong?"
But I didn't expect that as soon as I turned around, the old man had disappeared, and there was only a intact barbecued pork bun on the chair.
Ming Jingchen picked up the barbecued pork bun in a daze. He clearly remembered the old man picking up the barbecued pork bun and putting it under his hat brim to eat it. How come the barbecued pork bun was intact?
Looking around, the forest was wide and there was no trace of the mysterious old man. He disappeared without a sound in the blink of an eye. It was incredible.
Ming Jingchen was a man of strict logic and science. He pointed his finger at the nearest shelter that could cover his body, and after calculating with his fingers, his expression suddenly changed.
From the time he looked down at the yellow talisman to the time he looked up again, it took only five seconds for the old man to disappear. If he was just being mysterious and hiding in the nearest bunker fifty meters away, then his burst speed was already faster than Bolt's.
Perhaps because he had witnessed too many unhappy things in the intensive care unit, Ming Jingchen, who had never believed in ghosts and monsters, rushed into the inpatient building with the mysterious yellow talisman tightly in his hand.
With a weak and pale face and a long black wig hanging down on both sides, Lin Yilian, who was trying to maintain the last bit of her girlish dignity, lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
At this moment, the door of the ward suddenly opened, Ming Jingchen rushed in, moved a stool and sat beside the bed, excitedly took out the yellow talisman, and vividly told Lin Yilian about the mysterious old man he had just met.
Lin Yilian looked at Ming Jingchen, whose face was flushed with excitement and who was dancing with the yellow talisman in his hands, and felt both amused and touched.
"Brother Jing, why are you becoming superstitious like my mom?"
"No, I really think there may be gods in this world, otherwise there is no way to explain so many phenomena that science cannot explain!" Ming Jingchen gestured with the prayer talisman in his hand and said seriously, "What if this thing can really turn misfortune into fortune? It's always good to give it a try."
Lin Yilian knew that these things were useless and were purely a spiritual comfort to those who cared about her.
She couldn't bear to reject Ming Jingchen's kindness, so she struggled to sit up with Ming Jingchen's help. She took the yellow talisman and asked curiously, "How do I use it?"
Ming Jingchen took out a key from his pocket, took the nail clippers, dipped the cotton pads on the bedside table in alcohol and disinfected them briefly, muttering, "Just cut a small hole on your finger, drop a little blood on it and make a wish."
Lin Yilian rolled her eyes when she heard it, raised her hand and threw the yellow talisman into Ming Jingchen's arms, pouted and complained, "Brother Jing! Are you stupid? How can I make a wound casually? Take this thing back, why not make a wish for your sister Qin to live a good life with you, humph!"
After saying this, Lin Yilian crossed her arms and turned her head away, looking a little annoyed.
Some time ago, a nurse was shopping on holiday and saw Ming Jingchen eating with a beautiful lady in her twenties in a restaurant. The two were very close. The beautiful lady even fed Ming Jingchen and wiped the stains around his mouth with a tissue. They looked so affectionate, like a couple.
Hospital nurses love to gossip when they are working. Naturally, they talked a lot about such a hot topic, and then it reached Lin Yilian's ears. When Lin Yilian pressed him, Ming Jingchen had to stammer and explain that he had a beautiful neighbor sister who was very close to him. Seeing that his parents were away from home for a long time and he was very lonely, she often took care of him and invited him to dinner, treating him like a younger brother.
Junior high school students in big cities are very precocious. Lin Yilian could detect something from the trivial details, so she asked Ming Jingchen how far he had progressed. Ming Jingchen naturally blushed and hesitated, not daring to say anything. Lin Yilian was so angry that she didn't want to talk to Ming Jingchen for several days. When she saw him coming, she pretended to sleep. It was not until Ming Jingchen coaxed her with sweet words for a long time that she forgave this playboy brother.
But since that time, Lin Yilian often used Qin Qing to tease Ming Jingchen, and even forced Ming Jingchen to tell her about the trivial things he and Qin Qing had experienced together.
After listening to the two people's trivial matters, Lin Yilian criticized and criticized them all, turning into a spring conductor to point out that she was not good at this and that, and that she did not do this and that well enough. She kept saying that if she recovered from her illness, she would be better than Qin Qing to Ming Jingchen and take better care of him. If she had a chance to survive, she would definitely let this sister see her superb skills in snatching men and so on.
Every time this happened, Ming Jingchen would always scratch his head and smile. Seeing Lin Yilian's determination to survive and overcome the disease, he felt very relieved and hinted at some white lies.
"If you recover and grow up, I will be your boyfriend."
Seeing Lin Yilian acting like a little girl again, Ming Jingchen thought for a moment, took out the nail clippers, cut his fingertips, made a small cut, and passed the blood to the strange yellow talisman.
"Although I'm not a chosen one with great luck, I've had a smooth journey. I have a good family background, good health, excellent grades, and I'm well-liked." Ming Jingchen held the yellow talisman and waved it back and forth in front of Lin Yilian, smiling and coaxing, "Yilian, I'll share half of my luck with you. I hope you can get rid of your illness and live a happy life like an ordinary person."
Ming Jingchen was trained by Qin Qing to be a playboy. He was very good at making women happy with his handsome face and sweet words. After hearing his sincere words, Lin Yilian's anger disappeared. Her cheeks turned red and she slapped Ming Jingchen's arm and complained, "You are talking nonsense again! If it really works, won't Brother Jing's luck become bad?"
"It's not bad. At most you'll have less money and live a harder life." Ming Jingchen held Lin Yilian's hand and said tenderly, "Yilian, as long as you can recover from your illness and live a happy life like an ordinary person, none of this matters."
After hearing these words, Lin Yilian's cheeks turned red all the way to her ears. She lowered her head and said shyly, "You're just trying to make me happy again. I'm ignoring you! Brother Jing, is there anything to eat? I'm suddenly a little hungry."
Ming Jingchen took out the barbecued pork bun from his pocket and said, "This is what you ate this morning because you had no appetite. It's almost cold. Do you want me to heat it up for you?"
Lin Yilian took the barbecued pork bun, put it into her mouth through the plastic bag and took a bite, "It's edible, and tastes pretty good! Why do I suddenly have an appetite?"
"As long as you have an appetite." Seeing that she was eating happily, Ming Jingchen moved away and stretched, "The barbecued pork buns here are delicious. It's the weekend tomorrow, so I'll buy some more and bring them to you."
The barbecued pork buns on Sunday were finally missed, because Ming Jingchen was hit by an out-of-control overloaded truck when crossing the road early in the morning, and was left clutching the bag of barbecued pork buns in a pool of blood.
Then, his soul traveled to the world of beauties, and had the following experiences. When he met Lin Yilian, she told him the following stories.
According to Lin Yilian, Ming Jingchen died of her injuries in the present world, and she did not survive the winter.
Before she died, Lin Yilian was filled with deep regret. She should never have let Ming Jingchen make a wish with blood, causing him to suffer misfortune and ending his bright young life.
Ming Jingchen was speechless about Lin Yilian's self-blame. In his opinion, this was clearly a coincidence. If it was really because of the yellow talisman that took away his luck, Lin Yilian's illness should have recovered miraculously instead of not being able to survive the winter.
Lin Yilian still blamed herself from time to time, and would tentatively ask Ming Jingchen what choice he would make if he knew the ending.
At the cost of leaving their original world, the two traveled through parallel time and space to the world of beauty, which was full of dangers and powerful female monks. This allowed Lin Yilian to have a healthy body again. After careful consideration, Ming Jingchen's answer was always the same no matter how many times Lin Yilian asked.
"I think it's worth it, I don't regret it."
...
The memory faded away like a tide, the bleeding on Lin Yilian's finger had stopped, and the stone mortar that had been added with their blood was now emitting a golden-red light like the sun.
Taking a brush and dipping it into the stone mortar, Lin Yilian looked at Ming Jingchen lying peacefully on the bed and asked softly, "Brother Jing, don't you regret it yet?"
Ming Jingchen looked at Lin Yilian, straightened his fair chest, and whispered, "No regrets."
The brush tip dipped in the cool spirit juice gently stroked across Ming Jingchen's chest, giving him a tingling and tingling feeling, which was quite flirtatious and made Ming Jingchen moan softly.
Lin Yilian used Ming Jingchen's chest and abdomen as yellow paper, and drew runes with a swift and vigorous brush. After she finished, she pointed at the runes with her finger, which was shining with pure white light, and asked in a low voice.
"Master, once you inject spiritual energy to activate the rune, there will be no turning back. You can only maintain your human form for one year. After one year, you will become my disciple's furnace and cauldron magic weapon, allowing me to break through the Heavenly Emperor realm and become a god. Have you really decided?"
"If I don't agree, will you use your strength to force Xiyan Luyu and the others?"
"The law of heaven is equal exchange. If you want to break through the Heavenly Emperor realm and become a god, you must sacrifice something." Lin Yilian said after a moment of silence, "If Master insists on keeping them, I can also go through some trouble to change them into ordinary cultivators in the Red Beauty Realm, but I will need a little more people."
"How many?"
"Ten million souls."
This number is similar to what Ming Jingchen expected, basically half of the people in the beauty world.
Ming Jingchen closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and said affectionately, "I am willing to be the cauldron for my master's godhood, as long as my master promises to treat the common people well after becoming a god, and to protect the world of beauties for me."
"I promise you."
"Then come on!"
The spiritual light was injected into the runes on Ming Jingchen's chest and abdomen, and the runes gradually condensed and took shape, soaking deep into the body surface until they were engraved into the soul.
Ming Jingchen only felt that the primordial Yang in his body became more vigorous and vigorous, and the universe in his body was as vigorous and boiling as the flames under the blazing sun.
After the engraving, Lin Yilian withdrew her hands and said to Ming Jingchen seriously, "Master, from now on you are my cauldron life. To thank you for your kindness, you don't have to recognize me as your master for the next year. I want Brother Jing to live out his own life like he did in the original world, and be a person with self-awareness, desires and ideas."
Ming Jingchen looked down at the conspicuous golden rune on his chest and abdomen. It was a circle with a hexagram inside, and in the middle of the hexagram was a sun and moon totem.
The totem representing the sun is at the bottom, with the word "器" carved on it. The totem representing the moon is at the top, with the word "道" carved on it, which implicitly corresponds to the theory of heaven and earth that "the form is the 道, and the form is the 器".
It's just that the moon rises and the sun sets, with Yin covering Yang, and Yang as the tripod, helping Yin to obtain the great way. I guess it means using his own yang power to help Lin Yilian obtain the way and become a god.
"Okay." Ming Jingchen stroked the runes on his chest and abdomen, "For the next year, you will be Xiao Lian in my eyes, and I will be your brother Jing."
Lin Yilian smiled happily, threw herself into Ming Jingchen's arms and said coquettishly, "Brother Jing! You never fulfilled the promise you made back then! Now that I'm grown up, can you fulfill your promise and be my boyfriend?"
In the present world, in order to encourage Lin Yilian to live, Ming Jingchen half coaxed and half lied, "If you recover and grow up, I will be your boyfriend."
After arriving at the Beauty World and saving Lin Yilian, she was very happy to see her again after a long separation, and then she was eager to find Ming Jingchen to fulfill her promise.
At that time, Ming Jingchen was still very weak, and Lin Yilian was only a seven-year-old girl, so she had no such idea. After thinking it over again and again, he carefully asked her if she was willing to be his apprentice. When both of them were stronger and older, they would discuss this issue.
Lin Yilian is also a modern person, born with a clever and smart mind, so Ming Jingchen's little tricks can't be hidden from her.
After thinking for a while, Lin Yilian agreed to be Ming Jingchen's apprentice and never mentioned the matter of boyfriend and girlfriend again.
Later, when Ming Jingchen accepted more and more disciples, she did not show much jealousy, but helped Ming Jingchen to discipline several junior sisters as an assistant, and was highly valued by Ming Jingchen.
After experiencing all kinds of slavery and training, facing Lin Yilian's confession after a thousand years, Ming Jingchen did not feel moved by the true love confession of a real boyfriend and girlfriend. Deep down, he just regarded it as a request from the mistress to "play boyfriend and girlfriend".
"Okay." Ming Jingchen embraced Lin Yilian skillfully like a male lover, and kissed her red cheek near her ear. "Xiao Lian, I will be your boyfriend for the next year. I will accompany you and make you happy in the last days."
Lin Yilian closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed Ming Jingchen's embrace and caress, "I want to make Brother Jing happy from the bottom of my heart."
Ming Jingchen originally thought that it was just a polite remark from Lin Yilian, or that she was using a method similar to Murong Shiyin's, to cast a spell and drug herself, greatly enhancing her sexual desire, so that she could serve more attentively and diligently.
But when Lin Yilian took out two long-prepared spiritual crystal panels from the warehouse, and then took out two jade game controllers, injected spiritual energy into them and activated them to display a picture of a thunder wolf dragon baring its fangs and claws, Ming Jingchen was completely stunned and asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"
"I remember the birthday present that Brother Jing wanted every year. This is the birthday present that Brother Jing wanted in the third year since we met. I put in some effort and finally made it."
Lin Yilian moved the spirit crystal panel to the shelf in her mechanical room that served as a TV cabinet, and placed a cushion at the foot of the sofa in front of the shelf. She sat on the sofa, holding the controller, raised her slender legs and said coquettishly, "Brother Jing, come here quickly! We haven't played games together for a long time!"
Ming Jingchen picked up the handle with great interest and sat on the sofa cushion, letting Lin Yilian's graceful and tight legs rest on his shoulders and swing slightly, while he leaned against the soft triangle between her legs as a cushion.
Everything was ready. The two of them held their respective controllers, and operated their characters on one screen each. Ming Jingchen played with the sword, and Lin Yilian played with the hunting horn to nurse Ming Jingchen. The two of them worked together to beat up the dragon and had a lot of fun. Whenever Ming Jingchen failed in his Iai and was chopped off, Lin Yilian would laugh so hard that she was shaking with laughter, and teased Ming Jingchen as a "shrimp-head sword".
Ming Jingchen is a sensitive and careful person. He clearly feels that the control of these game characters is very good and realistic, the attack feeling is very strong, and the numerical settings are also very reasonable. As a senior game fan who is familiar with game design and production, he can imagine how difficult it is to perfectly reproduce such a top action game in the world of cultivation.
"The Lingjing screen and the controller are fine, but how did you make this game?" Ming Jingchen played for a while and couldn't hold back his inner confusion, so he immediately asked.
"Reawaken the memory fragments of the past, and adjust the parameters repeatedly according to the memory fragments, and you will get it." Lin Yilian answered lightly, concentrating on rubbing the handle and shouting anxiously, "It jumps back to accumulate power, and its tail is going to make a big circle! Brother Jing, hurry up and adjust it!"
Ming Jingchen was startled. He could sense how difficult it would be for a girl who only knew a little about games to "repeatedly adjust the parameters based on the memory fragments, and then perfectly reproduce the numerical values and combat feeling of the top action games".
His thoughts were fluctuating, and Ming Jingchen was not paying attention. He was a step slower and was hit by Zhan Long and flew away in a panic.
Seeing the funny way Ming Jingchen manipulated his character lying on the cat car on the screen, Lin Yilian was amused and giggled non-stop. She clamped Ming Jingchen under her with her tight and tender legs, and swayed her body and head to the rhythm. She sang happily and teasingly, "Shrimp head sword ~ Really a dish and a cat ~ Shrimp head sword ~ Only you are the most coquettish ~"
Ming Jingchen smacked his lips and put down the controller which was covered with sweat due to his excitement. He moved his throat and asked tentatively, "How many years did it take you to reproduce this game?"
"It won't be long, Brother Jing, just have fun, don't think too much."
"How long is a short time?"
"Not long, not long." Lin Yilian held the controller, focused on controlling the character on the screen, used a jade to go home, went to the equipment box to replenish medicine, replaced the hunting horn, and thought about how to match it so that Ming Jingchen's shrimp-headed sword would not be so easily defeated.
Noticing Ming Jingchen sitting between her legs, looking up at her blankly, Lin Yilian yawned and stretched, saying nonchalantly, "Time may be precious to ordinary people, but for us cultivators, it is very long. Master has been mending the sky for a thousand years in the eternal sky. Do you feel that a long time has passed?"
"At first it felt like a very long time, but then I became numb and didn't feel anything anymore. It was like a dream, like being awake, like sleeping, and before I knew it, a thousand years had passed." Ming Jingchen gave his feelings truthfully.
"That's it." Lin Yilian urged, "Let's continue. We still have one more mission opportunity. Brother Jing, don't be lazy again this time."
Seeing that she was reluctant to speak, Ming Jingchen guessed that, given the quality of the game, it would take a person ten years to create, debug, and iterate the game perfectly based on fragmented memories.
Even though the time dimension of a cultivator is very long, thirty years was spent just to make up for a birthday gift from the past, and Ming Jingchen felt inexplicably touched.
"Thanks." Ming Jingchen picked up the handle, "Let's continue."
The two of them were so absorbed in the game that they had unknowingly played till late at night. Ming Jingchen glanced at the moonlight outside the window and said, "It's time for us to go to bed."
"Well, Master, are you going back to your room to sleep?" Lin Yilian put down the handle, pointed her finger and used Lingxian to summon a clean towel, and gently wiped the sweat off Ming Jingchen's forehead and hands, asking as she wiped.
It has been ten days since I returned to Penglai Island. After I finished drawing the furnace rune that day, Lin Yilian said that she would let Ming Jingchen live out his true self. As a self-aware and free person, she would respect his personality and choices.
Eating, sleeping, undressing, washing, strolling around the island, etc., Lin Yilian did not force Ming Jingchen to do anything out of lust, and let him choose for himself. The two of them got along more like college boyfriends and girlfriends who had just fallen in love.
In the past, when Ming Jingchen was with Xi Yan, Lu Yu, Wu Ji and Shi Yin, they would hold him tightly as if he were holding a baby while he slept. They would let him put his legs on them, press his face between their breasts, and hold him tightly with their arms, as if they were afraid that he would run away in the middle of the night.
Back in Penglai Island, in his familiar bedroom and room, Ming Jingchen inexplicably missed the feeling of sleeping alone on his bed, rolling back and forth freely.
Ming Jingchen was ready to face the storm as he timidly asked the new mistress Lin Yilian to let him sleep with him.
You should know that when he first proposed to Xi Yan that he sleep with her, Xi Yan pouted her lips and frowned, looking very unhappy. She pushed Ming Jing Chen down, stripped him naked, and rode on his waist, using her vagina to squeeze out semen from his penis for more than ten rounds, finally "squeezing out" his ridiculous idea.
But Lin Yilian was speechless after hearing this, her eyes rolled back and she complained, "Brother Jing, it's just a nap, there's no need to ask me for everything!"
Later, they ate together, walked together, read together, played games together, and went back to their rooms to wash up at night. It was an experience that Ming Jingchen could never have dreamed of, a wonderful experience of becoming a "human" again.
It was after the twisted lustful training of the four disciples, Qiliuwusi, that Mingjingchen's originally noble character became lustful. When he saw Lin Yilian's twisted lustful behavior, Mingjingchen felt a little uncomfortable and longed for love between a man and a woman.
"Today, I want to sleep with you, is that okay?" Ming Jingchen asked cautiously.
"Okay, I've wanted to sleep with Brother Jing for a long time!" Lin Yilian responded happily, tidied up the table and closed the door, untied her belt and hairband, took off her fairy-like white coat, put on a light gauze nightgown, lay on the bed sideways, smiled and patted the side, "Come on~"
Ming Jingchen took off his clothes, revealing his bare chest, and went to bed in just a pair of shorts, blushing and somewhat nervous as he lay down beside Lin Yilian.
He thought that Lin Yilian would be like Xi Yan Lu Yu, showing her violent and lustful side, rushing over and pressing him down, sucking, kissing and licking like a nymphomaniac, but the expected thing did not happen.
Lin Yilian was like a young girl who had just fallen in love. She shyly stretched out her cool fingers and stroked Ming Jingchen's chest and abdominal muscles, praising him softly, "Brother Jing has a great figure~"
The fairy's smooth fingertips stroked back and forth on his chest and abdomen, and the tingling and pleasant touch rippled from the sensitive skin on the surface of the muscles, making Ming Jingchen blush and unable to help but arch his back and let out a comfortable moan.
Seeing Ming Jingchen's lascivious reaction, Lin Yilian teased him like a little devil.
"Brother Jing has become so H~"
As her delicate hands teased and caressed her, Ming Jingchen felt the fire of desire rising in his chest, and his penis became as hard as a pillar. He grasped her hands, turned around and kissed Lin Yilian's soft lips.
In the past, her beloved brother treated her with such a passionate and earnest attitude. This time, it was Lin Yilian's turn to be extremely shy. She didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear. Her chest was shaking, her beautiful legs were kicking back and forth, her jade toes were curled, and her fragrant tongue was timidly tentatively inserted into Ming Jingchen's mouth, intertwining with Ming Jingchen's tongue, circling back and forth.
Ming Jingchen was aroused by Lin Yilian's innocent reaction, and his right hand touched her plump breasts. When he touched them, Lin Yilian shuddered, her breasts shrank subconsciously, and then timidly straightened up. She grabbed Ming Jingchen's hand and led him to carefully and gently touch her sensitive breasts.
The lingering foreplay made Ming Jingchen and Lin Yilian like lovers who had just experienced sex for the first time, gradually easing their tension and finding the sweet feeling of youth.
Ming Jingchen untied Lin Yilian's last line of defense - pure white cotton panties, and reached out to her private triangle area, and touched the concave part of her camel toe with one finger. Lin Yilian instinctively clamped her legs together, her body shuddered, and she buried her head in Ming Jingchen's arms, moaning softly, "Brother Jing... This is my first time... Please be gentle..."
Ming Jingchen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Didn't you do it yourself?"
"You mean female masturbation, right? That affects the activity of the hippocampus and increases the threshold of sexual excitement. I rarely do it."
Ming Jingchen was puzzled by her sudden use of academic terms. After a moment of hesitation, he asked again, "But women in the world of beauties basically use props. Have you ever tried living alone for a thousand years?"
Seeing Ming Jingchen speak so directly, Lin Yilian's cheeks turned red as blood, and she buried her head deep in Ming Jingchen's arms and dared not look at him.
"I don't want to damage my hymen with these dirty things. I want to keep my virginity for Brother Jing. Besides, the inner membrane of a woman's vagina is very fragile. Using unclean tools carelessly may cause bacterial infection and lead to gynecological inflammation of the lower body."
Ming Jingchen's face twitched twice as he smiled awkwardly, recalling that she had been able to accurately find her sensitive parts and stimulate them, but her technique was unfamiliar, and she felt a little shy and could not let go.
"I feel like you don't know anything, but I also feel like you know a lot. Where did you learn these academic terms?"
Lin Yilian smiled and said with a little pride, "In the past, when I was lying on the hospital bed, I secretly used my phone to learn a lot about sex. I have watched no less than 10,000 PornHub videos!"
Ming Jingchen was startled and coughed, and then he realized the reason why Lin Yilian felt uncomfortable during sex.
Full marks for theory, zero marks for practice.
The relatively conservative and shy Lin Yilian was trying to adapt her virgin body to her own rhythm and use theoretical knowledge to please herself, which was in stark contrast to the four perverted nymphomaniacs who wanted to hold her in their mouths and eat her alive.
"I'll take you with me." Ming Jingchen smiled, gently comforted her, and kissed her lips gently. His left hand rubbed back and forth on Lin Yilian's snow-white and smooth body to comfort her, making her feel at ease and relaxed. His right hand carefully reached into her tightly clamped girl's triangle area.
After a gentle caress, Lin Yilian's nervousness and shyness subsided a little, and her legs timidly relaxed, allowing Ming Jingchen's right hand to touch her pink and tender labia.
As soon as he touched her, the wet touch flowed through his fingertips and palms. Ming Jingchen laughed and thought to himself, "Sister Qin once said that if it was just a simple and gentle foreplay, her lower body would be wet. This shows that the girl really loves you, and that she has no experience and is as pure as a blank sheet of paper. We must treat her well."
A woman of love like Qin Qing needs constant caressing with sweet words, constant stimulation and service with tongue and fingers, so that she can slowly get into the mood and her vagina becomes slippery enough to accept Ming Jingchen's hard and majestic cock.
The boy's smooth and gentle fingers teased and kneaded Lin Yilian's labia and vagina. Lin Yilian frowned slightly and bit her lower lip tightly. Her body trembled and her panting became faster. She held Ming Jingchen's shoulders tightly with both arms, trying to adapt to the waves of strong sexual stimulation given by Ming Jingchen's technique.
Suddenly, Lin Yilian's body suddenly bent, biting her lower lip tightly and couldn't help but screaming "ah". Her body was shaking violently, first stiffened and then limp, and her honey hole below her body was gushing out sweet juice.
Lin Yilian was too embarrassed to look at Ming Jingchen. She buried her head in his arms and muttered, "Brother Jing, I'm so useless. I feel like I squirted just by your fingers."
"It's okay, it's the first time." Ming Jingchen took a towel from the bedside and wiped his hands, then hugged Lin Yilian tightly and gently comforted her, "Just try a few more times and you'll get used to it."
With sweet words and caressing back and forth, he soothed Lin Yilian's shy and guilty mood and calmed her nervous and timid heart. Ming Jingchen turned over, leaned on Lin Yilian's head, leaned over and kissed her again, spread Lin Yilian's tight and slender legs with his hands, and used his cock, which had been as hard as a pillar, to rub and push around Lin Yilian's labia and honey hole, letting her gradually adapt to the hot and hard touch of the cock.
"So big, so hard, so hot, is this what a man's penis feels like..."
Lin Yilian carefully reached down and touched Ming Jingchen's penis, then suddenly withdrew her hand as if she had received an electric shock, with a blush on her face. "It feels bigger and harder than in the video. It feels like a freshly grilled corn cob, a little hot."
Ming Jingchen leaned his head to kiss Lin Yilian's cheek, earlobe, and neck. He noticed that when Lin Yilian's earlobe and earlobe were kissed, the gasps from her throat were the loudest, and her breasts rose and fell the most violently. He guessed that her ears should be her most sensitive part, so he stretched out his tongue to lick and bite her earlobe, stimulating Lin Yilian to raise her neck and frown, biting her trembling lower lip until it turned even whiter, as if she was trying to suppress the urge to scream.
"You can shout if you want to. There is no need to suppress yourselves when men and women are in love."
Ming Jingchen blew air into her ear and whispered softly, then he licked and bit her earlobe again, and rubbed her nipple sensitive area with his fingers.
Lin Yilian could no longer hold back, she opened her pink lips and moaned, "Ah ...
"Brother Jing...it's...it's such a strange feeling...I want to squirt again..."
Ming Jingchen leaned close to her ear and whispered affectionately, "Do you like it?"
"like..."
Ming Jingchen continued to suck and lick slowly, but while Lin Yilian was distracted, he slowly aimed his penis at her vagina and pushed it in little by little.
"Wuwu..." Lin Yilian turned her head away and frowned, moaning slightly in pain. A few tears dripped down her rosy cheeks, and she begged tremblingly, "Brother Jing's cock... is... too... too big... Slow... Slow down... It hurts a little..."
Ming Jingchen paid close attention to the rhythm of her chest rising and falling, and followed the rhythm to push his penis into her vagina little by little, using his waist to break through the tightness of her virgin vagina, supporting himself with his left hand while his right hand frequently moved his nipple, and licking Lin Yilian's ear canal with his lips and tongue, letting the stimulating pleasure overshadow the pain of her first experience.
Seeing that it was almost in, Ming Jingchen used his waist to push his penis forward violently, and with Lin Yilian's tearful scream, the entire huge and hard penis was inserted into Lin Yilian's honey hole, and was tightly covered by her incredibly tight and elastic virgin honey hole with its soft and tender flesh walls.
After licking the tears from Lin Yilian's eyes, Ming Jingchen twitched the slightly muscular waist of the young male dog, thrusting in and out slowly.
At first, Lin Yilian frowned and bit her lips, the whimpering sound squeezed out of her throat seemed a little painful, and the secretion of honey juice decreased a little, but after a while, she gradually found the feeling, her pink nipples became erect and hard, her chest rose and fell more, and the slightly painful whimpering sound squeezed out of her throat was replaced by tender panting.
"Brother Jing... this feeling... this feeling is not bad... it's like jumping high..."
Ming Jingchen thrusts in and out of his lower body, using his palms, fingers, lips, tongue, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles, using every part of his body to please and serve Lin Yilian.
"Yilian, tell me the truth." Ming Jingchen had been lingering with doubts about the game, "How long have you been working on this game? How did you get to this point?"
Lin Yilian, whose mind was invaded by waves of pleasure as the penis thrust in and out of her lower body, never expected Ming Jingchen to ask questions at this juncture. She closed her eyes, tilted her neck back, her ears reddened, and panted softly as she stammered, "Really... It really didn't take long..."
"Tell me!" Ming Jingchen increased the frequency and depth of his thrusts, causing Lin Yilian, who had just experienced sex for the first time, to suddenly feel the pleasure from her body become even more intense. She couldn't help but let out a delicate cry, stammering through her lips.
"Fifty...fifty years..."
Ming Jingchen's face changed slightly, but he continued to thrust and asked, "Why did it take so long?"
"Because... because Xiao Lian doesn't know how to make games... the Monster Hunter that Jing brother likes is too difficult for Xiao Lian..."
Lin Yilian wrapped her arms around Ming Jingchen's neck tightly, turned her head and closed her eyes shyly, not daring to look at Ming Jingchen, "I took a lot of detours, tried for a long time, and spent fifty years, finally recreating the refreshing feeling when I played games with Brother Jing back then."
"Fifty years..." Ming Jingchen sighed and said, "Fifty years is half of a person's life. You actually spent fifty years just to reproduce a game that I want to play?"
"Because... because..." Lin Yilian, who was completely in the mood after being caressed and thrusted by Ming Jingchen, seemed to have turned back into the girl who had a crush on him on the hospital bed. She whispered shyly, "Xiao Lian wants to make Brother Jing happy, I want to make Brother Jing happy... Xiao Lian wants to make the birthday gift that Brother Jing wants and give it to him, even if it spans time and space and two lifetimes."
Ming Jingchen's heart trembled, his body shivered, the strong love in his heart made his suppressed pleasure surge all the way, he sped up the thrust of his penis, licked Lin Yilian's earlobe back and forth, and whispered affectionately in her ear.
"Yi Lian... Yi Lian... Thank you for your gift... I am very touched and like it very much... No matter what you do to me, I will accept it with pleasure and am willing to give you everything... Ah! I can't help it anymore and want to cum..."
Lin Yilian listened to the sweet words of her beloved, and felt the cock in her lower body thrusting faster and faster. She clamped her legs around Ming Jingchen's waist, and thrust her upper body up and down to the rhythm of the thrusting, and cried out in lust.
"Brother Jing...Brother Jing...I really love you so much...I am willing to give you everything, just to let you be free and happy...Xiao Lian is leaving too! Ah!"
With the passionate cries of the two, the body fluids full of love gushed out at the same time, weaving a dreamlike sweet scene of love between a man and a woman under this midsummer moonlight.