Mandi, inside the Huanxi Temple.
Dark clouds covered the setting crescent moon. Su Yun, who was leaning against the windowsill, already felt his scalp tingling. A jade-smooth body was reflected in his empty eyes, and obscene white fluid was flowing under the beautiful mons pubis.
An exquisite night-blooming cereus in the corner of the courtyard suddenly bloomed gorgeously, like a cold beauty who was isolated from the world in the darkness. The faint and cold fragrance wafted over, not strong but very unique, light yet impossible to ignore. However, the petals were gorgeous, but fleeting like the sadness of waking up from a dream.
That withered and dilapidated appearance is the price of short-lived glory, right?
In the Zen room, the woman's breathing gradually faded away as the flowers bloomed and fell.
Time passed by quickly like running water, the starlight gradually faded, and a little morning light began to appear in the temple, and it was no longer pitch dark at night.
Su Yun stood there blankly all night, and after watching the dancing but fading beauty all night, his legs and feet became stiff.
Just when Su Yun was considering retreating.
The figure in the room moved, and the door was gently opened. A pungent smell like heather wafted out of the room, rushing into the nose and making people wake up all of a sudden. Su Yun quickly hid to the side.
The bells rang with her steps, and her feet, whiter than frost and snow, stepped lightly on the gray and black ground. Her beautiful cheeks were slightly rosy, and her delicate body was covered with a dark green long skirt that seemed a little messy, probably because she put it on in a hurry.
It was dawn. Su Qingli slowly raised her head and looked at the gradually dimming moonlight. It seemed as if she was in another world.
I still remember the past when I practiced in the Immortal Palace, occasionally guiding my disciples, occasionally going down the mountain to cure mortals' illnesses, or going to Beijing to find fellow Taoists to drink a few glasses of sake. The road to becoming an immortal is long, but fortunately my family is still there, and I can still fulfill my filial duty as a daughter.
Life was really leisurely back then.
Now standing in the barbarian land thousands of miles away, she wanted to go back a little.
In fact, what Su Qingli really lost was not her chaste skin, nor her beautiful body. It was just that when the new day dawned, some people stayed in tomorrow forever. After all, longing is just longing, and the fallen flowers will never bloom again.
After recalling for a moment, she retracted her gaze and slowly turned her clear eyes to the west side of the courtyard: "Come out."
"…"
"come out!"
The courtyard was somewhat quiet, with only the exotic flowers rustling in the breeze. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
Su Yun walked out, feeling extremely nervous.
He had been extremely cautious on this trip, but he still exposed himself unexpectedly. When his aunt found him and called him out, he thought of many escape plans, but finally gave up.
Are you kidding? It's like looking for fish in a tree for a mere Guiling cultivator to hide from a Dongxu strongman.
After seeing the figure, Su Qingli's eyes showed some surprise.
Although she was lost in carnal desires last night, her spiritual consciousness was still guarding her mind, preventing her from sinking completely. When she accidentally orgasmed and sprayed her sexual fluids onto the windowsill, she suddenly discovered that there was a person's presence hidden under the windowsill.
This person who was able to deceive the lustful monk and himself and come to peek under the window must be either a monk from the Happy Temple, or an outsider who has reached the peak of the Huayun realm, right?
But after revealing his figure, it was found that this person had long, thick black hair, and was obviously not from the Huanxi Temple. Moreover, with a black cloth covering his face and a long sword in hand, he looked more like an assassin. However, this little assassin was only at the third level of Guiling, and he dared to sneak into a first-class sect like the Huanxi Temple.
While looking at him, Su Qingli's eyes inadvertently swept across the sword in Su Yun's hand.
The sword is three feet and three centimeters long, with green patterns all over the blade. There is a blue dragon holding a pearl on the hilt, with a string of jade tassels hanging from it. The word "Green Scroll" in Xia characters is engraved on the jade plate.
Bang——
The sound of breaking wind suddenly woke up the courtyard. Su Qingli's skirt suddenly swelled up, and her slender white jade hand turned into a palm and rushed straight to Su Yun's face. This palm looked particularly fierce.
But it seemed that he was afraid of killing the young monk Gui Ling in one blow, so his palm did not actually carry much spiritual power. It was just Dong Xu's strong physique that caused the fierce palm wind.
Dongxu's ordinary palm strike was incredibly fast in Su Yun's eyes, but Su Yun's many years of sword training were not in vain. In the past, the people who taught him moves were either Wan Niang, who was at the peak of Huayun, or the mother of the number one swordsman in Jiuzhou.
Faced with the sudden attack, Su Yun instinctively put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly increased. For a moment, the time in the entire courtyard seemed to have stopped, and a sound surged from the hilt of the sword.
With a clang, the three-foot green sword was unsheathed.
The young man relied on the dangerous terrain as if it were a flat ground, relying on his long sword to stand against the clear autumn sky. A man has his own pride and courage, and he has the noble spirit to achieve hegemony while talking and laughing.
Su Yun swings the sword a thousand times every day. He is swinging the sword, but he is also training his mind.
My mother taught me since I was young that as long as I have the sword in my hand, no matter how strong the wind is in my ears, I will treat it as a breeze on my face, and no matter how heavy the rain is pouring down on my face, I will treat it as water dripping from the eaves. Even if I have to face Dongxu, what does it matter? My mother's sword can shake the sky and destroy the city, and so can I. Some people draw their swords to kill people, while others draw their swords to put an end to the injustices in the world.
Su Yun's sword is the same! !
In an instant, the mountain wind whistled, and the sword energy swept away the remaining clouds. All the trees in Huanxi Temple seemed to be moved. The green leaves fell off the branches and turned into a clear vortex, surrounding the long sword in Su Yun's hand.
A sword, Ye Luo Xiao Han, was passed down to me by my mother, the sword immortal Shangguan Yuhe.
The old bald slave lying on his back in the Zen room closed his eyes and praised: "One sword can break all laws, and he has the style of a sword immortal."
It's a pity that realm is a gap that cannot be crossed.
No matter how overwhelming the sword intent was, in the hands of a great master like Su Qingli, it was like pouring water into the abyss, and it could not cause the slightest ripple. Su Yun used all his strength to wield the sword, but the sword stopped lightly between his aunt's slender hands, and he could neither advance nor retreat.
The next moment, she saw her aunt Su Qingli lying on her side, holding her sword between her hands, and her clear eyes fell on Su Yun's face, as if she wanted to see through everything about this person: "Who are you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qingli raised her hand and grabbed the headscarf covering Su Yun's face.
Su Yun's mind went blank. His instinct had already made him use all his strength to strike with the sword. How could he still block his aunt's move?
However, the world is full of wonders. The sudden changes that happened in the distance suddenly resolved the crisis for Su Yun.
There was a muffled bang.
When my aunt's hand was about to touch Su Yun's face towel.
The old bald slave lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and his body rose up with a bang. A big hole immediately appeared on the roof of the Zen room and the tiles were slowly shaken off.
The figure of the old bald slave soared into the sky. At the same time, Su Qingli's brows were tightly furrowed, as if she had noticed something. The action of taking off Su Yun's face scarf suddenly paused.
Hesitation is often an opportunity.
Although he didn't know what happened suddenly, when he noticed that his aunt was in a daze, Su Yun immediately drew out his sword, turned around, climbed over the courtyard wall, and ran towards the alley outside.
Then, Su Qingli kicked the ground with her jade legs and flew up to the sky. Her eyes, clear as water, looked at the figure who was running away and kept turning his head to look at her, a little absent-minded.
The old bald slave hovering high in the sky was not interested in the two people's story, nor was he curious about the identity of the visitor, or he had already guessed the identity of the person behind the black mask.
But it didn't hinder him. What he wanted was already obtained. This small change could even become a potion to train Su Qingli.
The more important thing at hand is a strange phenomenon in the distant territory of Kyushu of Daxia.
at the same time.
Countless rare and powerful top experts stood up and watched from afar.
In the imperial palace of the Xia Dynasty, in the Taiji Hall where all the officials gathered, on the high dragon throne, there was a young woman wearing a golden red phoenix robe and a phoenix crown. She had a few strands of silver hair tied in front of her proud chest, red lips and golden eyes, and her earrings were adorned with dazzling pearls. Her graceful face still contained some resentment of living in the deep palace for a long time. The moment she noticed the changes in the world, her figure moved.
Hovering ten thousand meters in the sky, the golden-red phoenix robe was rippled by the crosswind, revealing her slender white legs. Under the gorgeous robe, white jade high heels carved with a golden phoenix with spread wings wrapped around her two smooth lotus feet.
The young woman's phoenix eyes were fixed on the direction of the Sword Pavilion of Qingjing Mountain, and her eyes showed a little solemnity:
"I send my thoughts to the cold star, which is a thousand miles away, and ask you how you can survive the call of ten thousand swords."
"Empress, what a refined mood."
Just as the young empress was writing a poem and gazing at the strange changes thousands of miles away, a voice came from behind in a gentle and elegant voice. A female Taoist nun flew towards them riding a white cloud. The person who came was none other than Liu Zhouyue, the national master of Daxia.
The national teacher Liu Zhouyue also had a stunning appearance. She wore neither makeup nor rouge on her face, but her lips were red and moist, her teeth were white and bright, her eyebrows were long and curved, with a cinnabar mark between her eyebrows, which gave her a sense of being otherworldly.
He was wearing a Yin-Yang Bagua Taoist robe, with a Jade Lotus Crown on his head. From the crown hung two lines of a pure blue Taoist scarf draped around his fair and beautiful neck. In his slender wrist was a whisk, and on his back was a cloth-handled Taoist sword. His posture was leisurely yet heroic.
But the stunning beauty of the female Taoist nun Liu Zhouyue is different from that of Shangguan Yuhe, the empress, and Su Qingli. If we simply compare their appearances, they may be equally matched.
But in terms of temperament, the empress is the elegant and noble emperor, just like the peony; Su Qingli is the gentle and delicate unpolished jade, just like the jasmine; and Liu Zhouyue is the elegant and holy Taoist nun, just like the narcissus.
As for my mother, Shangguan Yuhe is like a sword that lives alone on the top of a mountain. The sword has two edges, one side is noble and arrogant, and the other side is the intellectual charm that comes with being a mother. My mother is just like a lily, with pure petals containing colorful stamens that exude an alluring fragrance.
If one day, several beauties gather together, it will surely create a feeling of prosperity with hundreds of flowers in full bloom.
Hearing the female Taoist nun's voice, the empress ignored it, her phoenix eyes still looking deeply into the distance.
Liu Zhouyue, who had come on a white cloud, bowed behind the empress and said softly, "Since the empress is interested, why don't you go to the sword tomb in person? Sect Master Shangguan will not refuse, and maybe you can pick up a peerless magic weapon."
The empress was indeed slightly moved when she heard this, but she looked back and shook her head. Wei Moru said, "I had no choice but to stand by and watch what happened back then. I'm afraid Shangguan Yuhe hates me so much that I'm afraid that once I step into the Thousand Mile Forbidden Area, she will swing her sword in front of me."
When Liu Zhouyue heard this, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, but he comforted her: "The empress was only in the state of Huayun at that time, and she couldn't save Su Qingshan even if she took action. Yuhe is a smart person, how could she blame the empress?"
"If she didn't blame me, why didn't she come to see me afterwards?"
The empress's voice sounded slightly annoyed, and her proud breasts trembled under her phoenix robe.
Liu Zhouyue knew she would say this, and smiled helplessly: "After that incident, the empress married into the palace, and she was pregnant and had to take over the position of the clan leader. How could they meet each other when they were both busy?"
The Empress knew this truth, but she couldn't help but feel sad and complain when she thought of the old friend's story:
"Pregnant? I am also raising an heir for the late emperor. The position of clan leader? Don't I have to manage the harem? But is this very busy? Don't I think that the great Dongxu is not even as good as him?"
Liu Zhouyue chuckled: "Why didn't the empress go find Yuhe herself to resolve the misunderstanding?"
That's a good idea.
But now that she is the emperor of Daxia, is it reasonable for her to come in person to explain to the leader of the sect?
The empress's phoenix eyes widened slightly, and she snorted at Liu Zhouyue: "Master Liu, I haven't seen you at the morning court in recent days. Why do you have time to mock me today?"
His voice was calm, but his eyes were full of aloof amusement: "Do you really think that I will forgive you for slacking off because of our friendship when we were young?"
This empress looks like a noble and elegant lady, but in fact she has the personality of a spoiled young lady.
Liu Zhouyue, who knew the empress's temperament, listened to the words without any fear in her heart, but she also put away the slightly raised corners of her mouth, waved the whisk with her slender hand, and cast a layer of spiritual power barrier.
Jokes aside, her timely arrival at the Empress' side today was not just a coincidence.
"Your Majesty. I have traveled extensively throughout the nine provinces and returned from the Dragon Veins. I can confirm that the era of great strife is coming."
In today's world of immortal cultivation, spiritual energy has been scarce since ancient times. Many independent cultivators cannot practice effectively for a long time without relying on the spiritual veins of the sect. The so-called era of great strife is equivalent to the revival of spiritual energy for the world of immortal cultivation. By then, there will be more and more mortal cultivators, and the world of immortal cultivation will usher in a different kind of grand occasion.
But on the other hand, this is also a test for the human dynasty. The boundary between monks and mortals is unbalanced. For weak mortals, the world may turn into a purgatory more terrifying than a battlefield.
The empress looked at Liu Zhouyue with a playful look in her eyes and instantly returned to her usual dignified and noble look: "I'm here after all. Have you asked for divination?"
Liu Zhouyue shook her holy and perfect face and replied, "This matter is of great importance. I dare not tell fortunes privately."
"In this case, please ask for divination in front of me." The empress frowned and narrowed her eyes slightly: "She, Shangguan Yuhe, reopened the sword tomb and created strange phenomena in the world. I must also ask for divination today and ask the nine states to see whether this great dispute will flourish or be chaotic."
"promise."
Liu Zhouyue responded, raised the whisk horizontally with both hands and bowed forward.
Thousands of meters above the clouds, a drop of clear water appeared out of thin air, slowly descended, briefly stayed in front of the two people, then quickly fell down and merged into the curling white clouds below.
Looking at the water drops falling into the clouds, Liu Zhouyue frowned and her face changed slightly: "Qian is on top and Kan is on the bottom. The soul is wandering in the palace. It is good to see the adults, but not good to cross the river. The sky is high and the water is deep in the clouds. The master is far away and there is no lawsuit."
The empress narrowed her eyes in a domineering manner. She couldn't interpret divination, but she could still hear a hint of uneasiness in Liu Zhouyue's words.
Then Liu Zhouyue took out three Xia coins from the sleeve of his Taoist robe, threw them into the air, and then dropped them into his hand: "Kun below and Gen above, this..."
As he was speaking, Liu Zhouyue inexplicably looked up at the empress with a serious expression.
"Go on!" The empress looked at Liu Zhouyue's hesitant expression and said with determination.
"Five yins are above, one yang is below, yin is strong and yang is weak. The villain is in power, the gentleman is in trouble, the tiger is trapped in the pit and it is unbearable, the flower meets the sweet dew and the river meets the drought."
"Why?"
Liu Zhouyue put away the money hexagram in his hand and did not immediately answer the empress's words. Instead, he looked towards the northwest and said slowly:
"What a confusing divination. I wonder if Your Majesty still remembers the name of the son of Master Shangguan."
When the empress heard this, she tilted her head slightly in confusion: "Asking about the hexagram of the nine states of Daxia, what does it have to do with Shangguan Yuhe's son?"
Looking at Liu Zhouyue in the northwest direction, a strange look appeared on her fair and pretty face.
She, Liu Zhouyue, was only at the Dongxu realm. In fact, even though she had practiced the art of divination for many years, she could only get some revelations from divination, and ultimately could not see through too much.
To the realm of asking for the way, where one can glimpse the rules of the world, one step away is like a chasm between heaven and earth.
After a long silence, a few words came from Yun Dian.
"Your Majesty, the royal family hasn't held a wedding for a long time, right?"
"ha!?"
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Combing the clouds and skimming the moon.
Ten thousand miles away, in the quiet mountains, frost and dew streak across the green leaves.
The disciples of Jiange got up early in the morning and rushed to the sect's dojo. Some practiced sword skills and attended morning lessons, some sat cross-legged in meditation, and some stood in groups of two or three and chatted about random things.
The first snow of winter fell gently on the ground, then quietly turned into water mist and disappeared without a trace.
Green lamps were burning in the high building above the Taoist temple's ceremonial platform. My mother, Shangguan Yuhe, stood quietly behind the gauze curtain on the windowsill. Her picturesque and stunning face reflected the flickering light of the lamp, and the divine light in her sword-like eyes contained a hint of sorrow.
Perhaps because a sect ceremony would be held later, her long, silky hair, which had always been styled with a bamboo hairpin or a red rope, was now tied up with a crown and a silver hairpin inserted into her beautiful hair. The hairpin hung down, swaying with her movements and the breeze, adding a lot of interest to Shangguan Yuhe's elegant and fairy-like face.
The long skirt she usually wore was replaced with a white Jiange Taoist robe with ink patterns. However, even such a dignified outfit could not completely hide her gourd-like figure. Her always proud breasts and the curve of her round buttocks were vaguely visible. As for the warm jade high heels on her feet, they were now replaced with simple white cloth shoes, barely revealing her frosty and delicate feet.
Such an intentionally obvious contrast will only backfire, constantly making people imagine how stunningly charming this graceful body would be under the clothes.
"Master, the time has come."
A ray of warm sunlight leaped over the mountain and shone onto the dojo. The guards serving nearby bent over to remind him.
Shangguan Yuhe, who heard the reminder, raised her eyelids and looked at the rising sun. The golden morning light washed away the anxiety in her eyes. Her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed. After a leisurely sigh, she seemed to have made an important decision and ordered:
"Let's get started."
"yes."
After he finished speaking, the guard beside him stepped back out of the house, holding the sword at his waist.
Not long after, the sound of bells echoed in the valley, and a sword light shot out from the window of the house, rushing straight into the sky, causing the clouds and mist to disperse.
The cold light of a sword spread for a thousand miles, and a transparent sky suddenly covered the land thousands of miles away surrounding Qingjing Mountain. The sky and the earth suddenly changed color, dark clouds surged, and thunder rumbled. The thunder that contained the power of heaven and earth struck the ground and hit an altar on the top of the main peak of Qingjing Mountain.
The mighty thunder failed to touch the altar. On the altar, a rusty broken sword was inserted upright. Suddenly, a shocking sword sound was emitted, and the thunder disappeared in the sword sound.
The remaining power of a rusty broken sword actually surpasses the power of heaven and earth!
As the sword rang, a cold wind suddenly blew over Qingjing Mountain, making the grass and trees on the mountain rustle. The chill carried by the wind penetrated into the bodies of everyone present.
Thousands of miles of heaven and earth turned into a forbidden area, and all cultivators below the cave were forbidden to fly. Above the altar, in the nine layers of heaven, a dark and empty space crack appeared, as if a tragic pressure that spanned the ages was emanating from it.
Such an amazing phenomenon alarmed the strong men from Kyushu, Barbarian Realm, and even all over the continent. They all flew up to the nine-sky clouds, trying to spread their spiritual consciousness further to find out what was going on.
In the cold and windy Qingjing Mountain Sword Pavilion, nearly a thousand young monks gathered in the dojo.
Nine attendants on the dojo's stage held long swords in their hands and guarded the house behind them with solemn eyes.
Inside the ritual platform, the suspended spiritual sword 'Red Tide' and the sword pattern on Shangguan Yuhe's forehead emitted flickering light in response. She stood there proudly like a fairy, so beautiful that she was not of this world.
The female attendant named Qingshui, who had left the house earlier, walked to the center of the ceremony platform and announced loudly: "The sword tomb is about to be opened. All disciples are required to receive the jade in an orderly manner."
The sound was crisp but steady, and it was repeated three times, spreading throughout the entire Sword Pavilion: "Disciples who have received the Jade Recognition Certificate can enter the Sword Tomb to obtain the sword."
One after another.
Many disciples began to line up and go to the stage to receive a piece of black unpolished jade that required a drop of blood to recognize its owner. After the blood was dripped on the jade, the person's cultivation level would be recorded. The jade would then be teleported to the altar on the top of the mountain and enter the sword tomb through the space crack that had just formed there.
The Peach Blossom Garden in the back mountain at this moment.
The cold wind blows the peach petals gently, bringing a sense of desolation.
The pool in the room was misty. A mature and beautiful woman was half-kneeling in the water with her clothes half-undressed, revealing a pair of plump breasts. The snow-white breast flesh was trembling, and the two red buds on the tip stood up excitedly, exuding a mature and attractive charm. Her lower back was bent, outlining a shallow groove, and her buttocks were raised high like the bright moon, as pink and beautiful as ripe peaches.
The beauty is in full bloom, but it's a pity that such big breasts are being played with in different ways by outsiders, and her plump and perky buttocks are being stepped on tightly by a short stinky foot. Under the shallow groove, as the stinky foot steps and squeezes hard, intoxicating spring water continues to flow out of the mature and beautiful fat pussy.
Her pretty face, as rosy as a peach, was now wearing a charming smile, her eyebrows were curved, her mouth was open, she was worshipping and tasting the giant beast under the crotch of the little man in front of her. Her pink little tongue started to lick from the root of the man, all the way up, licking the entire big penis flexibly, while she kept swallowing the saliva stained with the smell of the penis.
And this despicable woman who swallowed and licked the penis as if she was tasting a delicacy was none other than the wet nurse of Su Yun, the young master of Jiange, and Pei Wan, the second-in-command of Jiange.
After swallowing a bit of saliva, Pei Wan raised her head and looked at the short, dark-skinned barbarian boy Huang Feng with a seductive look:
"Master, does Wan'er feel comfortable when I lick you?"
"Very good, keep going and don't stop." While speaking, Huang Feng reached out and pressed Pei Wan's head, urging the woman to take it deeper with his actions. At this moment, Huang Feng felt extremely comfortable and excited both physically and mentally. Raping such a mature and beautiful woman is something that many men cannot even dream of doing, not to mention that she is a woman who is much stronger than him.
As a man, it would be fake not to be excited.
As Huang Feng pressed his hand, Pei Wan had no choice but to lower her head again. The huge penis suddenly poked in front of her throat, making her eyelashes tremble with pain and tears welled up in her eyes.
But this time, it only swallowed the front half of the penis, which was enough to show how terrifying Huang Feng's penis was.
However, Pei Wan, who had been toyed with and trained for many days, had obviously become somewhat accustomed to this torturous thing.
She opened her mouth with all her might, tightened her peach-like cheeks, and naturally wrapped her hands around the second half of the penis that could not be swallowed. She began to suck it skillfully and quickly, and her saliva flowed out along her lips as the penis was thrust in and out of her mouth, making the entire penis wet. Her small tongue also slid deftly around the glans of the python's head and began to suck and swallow greedily, making waves of obscene "baji" sounds.
"It's only been a few days since she became so slutty. It turns out that all the women in Daxia are slutty."
Being sucked by Pei Wan with skillful oral skills, and his sensitive glans was bitten, scratched, and clamped constantly, Huang Feng felt so comfortable that his hair stood on end and he lost control of his semen several times.
Pei Wan's pretty face was covered with layers of red clouds. She responded vaguely, "This is all... the master's good training."
Looking at the bitch under his crotch, Huang Feng smiled happily, held Pei Wan's delicate head with both hands, and inserted the huge long penis into Pei Wan's vagina with a "pop". The glans of the python head pressed against the front of her throat and buttocks. He felt the instinctive and spontaneous rejection of Pei Wan's buttocks, rubbing and swallowing the python head like a sweet kiss. The strong sucking feeling wrapped around the python head, and Huang Feng was so comfortable that he couldn't hold back his semen any longer.
Streams of strong, smelly and hot semen poured into Pei Wan's mouth, slid down her esophagus, and burned Pei Wan's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
At the climax, Huang Feng collapsed into the pool, lying on Pei Wan's mature and charming body, his little hands still kneading and playing with her plump breasts.
Pei Wan also let Huang Feng snuggle on his proud chest just like he held Su Yun when they were children, occupying Su Yun's former territory. His sweet tongue licked the white liquid remaining between his lips passionately. A little crystal water flowed through his beautiful eyes unconsciously. A trace of sweat appeared on his nose, and he panted and moaned softly.
It is obvious that simply raping Pei Wan's mouth cannot satisfy Pei Wan's body which has already tasted the pleasure.
Pei Wan's pubic area was filled with a lot of sweet liquid due to her excitement. She was eager for the man to fill her paradise. However, no matter how unsatisfied she was, the peach blossom mark on her waist and abdomen kept flashing, making her unable to resist any action of Huang Feng.
Her body had been completely conquered, and she no longer had any means of turning around.
Huang Feng did not continue to enjoy this mature body today, but took out a black unpolished jade from the ring on his finger: "Anhui bitch, tell me the origin of the sword tomb."
"The Sword Tomb is actually..." Pei Wan suppressed his desire and responded to Huang Feng's question: "The ancient times of cultivating immortals experienced an unprecedented catastrophe..."
"...The power of this great catastrophe and war caused the earth to crack and space to shrink. Countless cultivators died. Their spiritual energy, bones, and spirit bodies were all destroyed after their death. Finally, a small world was naturally formed. The state where the Sword Pavilion is located is exactly the state where the small world is located."
"...However, this small world is very unstable, with countless cracks that spread over a thousand miles of the Sword Pavilion. Later, after generations of efforts by the sect masters, most of the cracks were filled, and then the altar canopy was built with a broken sword of the Dao-level, and the largest space crack was moved to the top of Qingjing Mountain..."
"…The small world is divided into five layers. Each layer has a dangerous area of nearly 100 miles, corresponding to each realm level. However, after many years, the inside has been explored by disciples of different generations. Now it has become a place to display ancient relics, the collections of the Sword Pavilion, and the precious swords and spiritual weapons that have been used."
"Not bad." Huang Feng snuggled in Pei Wan's arms, biting the huge breast buds without milk with his lips, and said vaguely: "It seems that Dad didn't lie to me."
"Um"
Pei Wan hugged Huang Feng's thin body tightly, her eyes were charming and sad, and she moaned with her rosy lips.
After taking the aphrodisiac, her body became more sensitive. After Huang Feng had enjoyed and appreciated her body for many days, he knew her body's weaknesses very well.
"Sure enough, bitch Pei Wan's nipples are the most sensitive." Huang Feng said, biting Pei Wan's hard and big nipples with his dirty yellow teeth and sucking them out, while his small hands also kneaded them hard, as if he wanted to suck Pei Wan's nipples into his stomach.
Pei Wan was so sucked that she lay limp by the pool. Her plump and delicate legs kept trembling under the water, and her vagina was leaking juice that mixed with the pool water.
Snap——
There was a dripping sound coming from the pool. Huang Feng opened his mouth and stood up. He slapped Pei Wanshuo's breast with his small hand:
"Bitch, change your clothes for your master."
Although Pei Wan was still aroused, she climbed out of the pool very obediently, tied up her wet hair, and with her naked buttocks trembling with the hairpins, she walked to the side behind the screen and took off Huang Feng's clothes.
The clothes and robes were not the golden python robe that Huang Feng wore when he came to Jiange, but a brand new Xia Dynasty robe. The texture was smooth and exquisite, and the style looked exactly the same as what Su Yun wore every day. It should have been sewn by Pei Wan himself.
Rustle, rustle——
As Huang Feng was short, Pei Wan knelt in front of him like a bitch, and gently adjusted Huang Feng's clothes, tied up his belt and hung a ruyi with the word "joy" engraved on it.
"As expected of you, she is the wet nurse who has served the young master of Jiange since childhood." Huang Feng looked down at Pei Wan, whose expression was gentle and serious, and sneered, "Such a good woman is so cheap to me. Your young master is really a fool."
Hearing this, Bai Peiwan paused for a second as he was tidying up his clothes. His naked body trembled slightly along with the peach marks on his waist and abdomen. He said softly, "Master is right."
"Hahaha."
Huang Feng laughed and patted Pei Wan's pretty face: "Open your mouth."
Pei Wan knelt and looked at Huang Feng. Without any hesitation, he assumed a posture like a dog begging for food, opened his mouth, slightly exposed his tongue, and exhaled a sweet breath.
Huang Feng took out a bottle of aphrodisiac from the ring and poured it into Pei Wan's mouth. The moment Pei Wan came into contact with the aphrodisiac, the peach marks on his waist and abdomen shone with light, as if welcoming the new army behind him.
After Pei Wan drank the entire bottle of the charm poison, Huang Feng nodded with satisfaction: "Stay at home and I will reward you when I come out."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room, left Taohua Garden, and headed towards the dojo.
Pei Wan was left alone, with a happy face, enjoying the erosion of the aphrodisiac, and looking like a bitch who had an orgasm. She knelt weakly beside the pool, tears welling up in her eyes.
I don't know if it was because of the discomfort from the previous oral sex, or the regrets left in my consciousness.
Whoosh——
The mountain wind howled, carrying with it a bone-chilling chill that caused Huang Feng's thin body to shiver constantly.
Walking out of the bluestone road at the back mountain, I saw an old servant leaning against the pillar of the archway at the end of the road, with a long cloth bag hanging on his back. He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky with sleepy eyes.
Huang Feng walked up to him and coughed, "You are so absorbed in watching."
The old servant naturally knew that Huang Feng was coming, but as a martial arts fanatic, the strange phenomenon in the sky obviously attracted his attention more.
Hearing Huang Feng's words to him, the old servant smiled shyly, "I am about to die, so it is inevitable that I am a little excited."
Huang Feng looked at the old servant helplessly and said: "Okay, after the matter is done, I will inform the Barbarian Court to release your daughter. The Barbarian Court will not forget the contribution of your people."
The old servant nodded at Huang Feng and tightened the straps on his back with his wrinkled hands.
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Inside the building of the dojo's ritual platform.
After offering sacrifice to the heavenly thunder and opening the passage to the sword tomb.
The long sword 'Red Tide' was placed across his knees, flashing with light, and Shangguan Yuhe was sitting cross-legged on the cattail platform in the room.
On her picturesque and stunning face, her brows, as dark as the green mountains, were tightly furrowed, her sword-like eyes were tightly closed and her lips were slightly pursed. Her cold and beautiful face, which had never worn any makeup, was flushed, exuding a layer of fine beads, and appeared plump and moist under the light.
Her soft hands formed a lotus seal in front of her body, her snow-white and delicate swan neck was covered with sweat beads, which slid down her delicate collarbone and moistened the dark white Taoist robe. The dignified and loose Taoist robe became wet and stuck to Shangguan Yuhe's perfect body with golden proportions. The chest wrap that was gradually soaked with water became shaky under the weight, and her proud breasts were about to burst out, barely covering the protruding buds.
Sitting cross-legged, her waist and hips outlined a round and full graceful curve, her spread buttocks rubbed against the cushion beneath her uncontrollably, her long, beautiful legs, as white as jade, were tense and suppressed, and her beautiful feet, wearing simple white cloth shoes, were arched into a crescent shape, as if she was resisting or struggling.
A small bottle was suspended in the air in front of Shangguan Yuhe. The liquid in it turned into pink spiritual energy and slowly merged into Shangguan Yuhe's body.
As more spiritual energy was absorbed, Shangguan Yuhe's breathing became heavier. Her charming lips let out slight moans from time to time. Her stunning face revealed a look of struggle and resistance from time to time, and her slender figure trembled constantly.
Shangguan Yuhe guarded the spiritual platform tightly, and all the spiritual energy in his body was mobilized. He tried his best to absorb the medicinal power of scraping bones and tenderness, and then suppressed it in the sea of qi, so as to stimulate his tidal constitution to the maximum extent.
But Huang Feng's medicine was too powerful. The seductive feeling that came with it continued to invade her mind along the veins of her cultivation.
Even someone like himself who has reached the Dongxu realm must be on high alert. If he is not careful and lets the medicinal power circulate throughout his body, his spiritual platform may be lost. This is still the case when the dosage is small. If the dosage is larger, Shangguan Yuhe probably would not use this aphrodisiac to increase his cultivation speed.
Huang Feng also grasped Shangguan Yuhe's mentality. If he simply used a large dose of Scraping Bone Tenderness, Shangguan Yuhe would definitely use the terrifying power of the Void Realm to completely suppress and disperse it. So he switched to a small dose, allowing Shangguan Yuhe to see the benefits while leaving her with the capital to turn up her butt and deny her master at any time.
This is the only way to keep the aphrodisiac in her body.
Huang Feng never thought that Gua Gu Rou Qing could control the body of Dong Xu Da Neng, not to mention that Shangguan Yuhe was a powerful man known as the number one swordsman in Jiuzhou.
But as time goes by, what he wants is to slowly improve Shangguan Yuhe's physique inside her body with tenderness, slowly tearing away the cold and arrogant sword-like bones on her surface, revealing her mature, charming and fragile inner self.
Therefore, the small dose of aphrodisiac still affects Shangguan Yuhe's meditation thoughts all the time.
"Cloud"
Inaudible sounds came from Shangguan Yuhe's moist lips.
"Yun'er...you...hmm"
In the fantasy of smoke, haze, water and clouds, there is a gurgling stream and fluttering bamboo leaves.
In the Wutong Garden that Shangguan Yuhe was familiar with, under the pavilion of the kapok tree with roots as twisted as dragons, Yun'er, whom Shangguan Yuhe loved so much, grew up slowly and became an extraordinarily handsome young man.
When Yun'er grew up, she still liked to snuggle in her mother's arms, begging for love like she did when she was a child, and putting her face against her mother's breasts to comfort her gently.
Shangguan Yuhe's breasts trembled frequently when being caressed, her face, full of maternal love, was flushed with shame, her little mouth was slightly open, she kept spitting out hot air, and moaned continuously.
It didn't come to that. Yun'er's hand on her smooth and frosty back began to slide down slowly, and then she lifted up her beautiful buttocks, and put her mouth on her mother's small and pure earlobe and sucked it gently.
"Yun'er" Shangguan Yuhe couldn't help but let out a charming moan.
Various joys carrying extreme comfort invaded Shangguan Yuhe's heart, warm, soft and tender, calling for Yun'er's arrival. Yun'er could no longer hold back and kissed her lips, licking her bright red and shy lips, sucking on her mother's sweet and delicious saliva.
Shangguan Yuhe's usually cold sword eyes could not help but reveal tears, and her voice trembled: "Yun'er...you...um"
Yun'er's kiss was heavy, and it gradually moved around her mother's body. It was a tasting, an appreciation, and even more so, an exploration of how perfect this delicate body was that brought her into this world.
Shangguan Yuhe looked at the child who was kissing her and caring about her. Her little face turned red with shyness for a moment. Her arms, which were stretched against the stone surface of the pavilion, suddenly became weak and powerless, and she collapsed on the surface, with her long beautiful legs stretched straight with nervousness.
Yun'er smiled at Shangguan Yuhe with his handsome face, and looked at his mother's beautiful feet wrapped in simple white cloth shoes. The delicate and slightly red veins on the beautiful feet showed a bit of loveliness.
Then he lifted up his mother's slender calves, gently took off her white cloth shoes, and held her smooth and delicate skin, and exquisite and delicate little feet in his hands as if he couldn't let go.
The lotus-bud-like toes on the curved arch of the foot immediately curled up nervously, and the nails on the toes were pink and tender. Yun'er was so fascinated that she couldn't help but take them into her mouth, licking between the toes with her tongue, making Shangguan Yuhe laugh so hard that she was itchy and begging for mercy. Her smile was bright and pleasing to the eyes.
After the tip of the tongue wandered for a moment, Shangguan Yuhe suddenly didn't feel itchy anymore, but he felt a hint of warmth under his beautiful feet again. Looking down, he found that Yun'er had actually put the little guy in his lower body under his feet, rubbing it along the soles of his feet and his toes.
Shangguan Yuhe's heart was pounding. She knew this was something a mother and son shouldn't do, but her heart was waiting for her child's next move as if it were a thousand ants devouring her.
While daydreaming, Yun'er's hand began to climb up her own plump breasts, and the other hand slid over her mother's charming and sexy calves, following the beautiful flesh, towards the bare pink white tiger, and headed towards the gate to the fairyland.
"My Yun'er, you are like this... Mother"
Unable to resist the child's love, Shangguan Yuhe fell into deep affection. Yun'er's fingers began to extend into the mons pubis. She felt Yun'er's fingers begin to move towards the labia, separating the lips that had not been touched for a long time and were as tight and narrow as if they had never been opened.
In front of her own child, the cold and beautiful Shangguan Yuhe lay on her back on the stone platform, her long black hair draped over her delicate shoulders, her sword-like eyes filled with lust, her delicate body trembling with shyness, her two long legs like white jade spread apart, and Yun'er began to touch and rub her soft labia with the little thing under her body.
The fairy spring in Shangguan Yuhe's treasure cave where her child was born gushed out, eagerly welcoming the return of its former owner.
"Mom, I'm coming in!" Yun'er asked softly in her ear.
"Um"
Shangguan Yuhe turned her head away and closed her eyes in deceiving herself.
It's coming, the precious child will soon return to his mother's body, and a strong sense of taboo fills Shangguan Yuhe's heart.
"Sect Master!!! I'm looking for you outside the Huangfeng Gate of Huanxi Temple."
A voice from the attendant outside the house appeared, and the mist and clouds gradually vanished.
Yun'er, who was covering Shangguan Yuhe's beautiful body, suddenly turned into the thin and short Huang Feng. He used his hot, strange, ugly and disgusting python-head glans, which was covered with honey, to suddenly push open her delicate petals and squeeze into Shangguan Yuhe's body.
He began to madly penetrate Shangguan Yuhe's paradise on earth, where she had kept her chastity for more than ten years. Her pink buttocks were slapping with noises. Huang Feng on her body sneered, "Slut, I can't fuck you yet?"
"don't want!!!"
Shangguan Yuhe, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, was suddenly awakened. The long sword 'Red Tide' was still across her knees, flashing with light. The fairy's face was covered with sweat and she was panting.
After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of starry dreams that overwhelmed the Milky Way.
Fortunately, they all came to nothing.
However, Shangguan Yuhe could not forget the last scene of the dream. After Huang Feng's insertion, her own fairy honey channel gave out incomparable joy, causing her to still flow with water after returning to reality, stunning the crowd.