Fairy, please don't do this!

"Didn't you see the master get up?"

"Go and get a dry towel and wipe his body clean carefully."

Miao Tan, who had been standing frozen in the pool, trembled slightly.

The soaked gray-white monk's robe still clung tightly to her exquisite and curvaceous body, outlining every inch of her undulating curves.

Glistening water droplets slid down her smooth chin, flowed over her full, high breasts, and finally quietly rolled away.

Upon hearing An Wanxi's order, she walked blankly toward the jade rack by the pool where bath utensils were placed.

Several large, white cotton towels were neatly folded on the shelf. He took one and turned back to Gu Jinchao.

He stood there calmly, steam rising from his sleek body, radiating a warm glow from his bath.

Miao Tan took a deep breath, gently covered Gu Jinzhao's shoulders and back with the large bath towel, and began to wipe him.

From the shoulders and back to the chest, and then to the waist and abdomen, the water was absorbed wherever the towel touched, revealing clean skin.

When the rubbing reached below her waist, an unnatural blush crept onto her exquisitely beautiful face.

"Go and fetch your nightgown, and help your little husband put it on."

An Wanxi took out a set of black silk nightgowns from somewhere and unfolded them, revealing a cross-collar top and loose trousers, with a matching belt draped over them.

Miao Tan subconsciously took it, went behind Gu Jinzhao, draped the nightgown over his shoulders, then went back to the front and painstakingly tied the collar.

Next came the nightgowns. She had to kneel down and spread out the pant legs to signal the person in front of her to lift their foot.

Gu Jinzhao did not move.

An Wanxi said coldly, "Are you mute? Don't you know how to ask your master to lift his foot?"

Miao Tan's face stiffened, and the humiliation and anger that almost tore her apart surged up again.

She clenched her teeth, her voice almost squeezed out from between them: "Master, lift your foot."

Gu Jinzhao glanced down at the kneeling Buddhist nun, then obeyed and put on his sleeping pants.

When the trousers were pulled up to his waist, Miao Tan took out a belt, tilted her head back, and fastened it for him.

At such close range, she could clearly feel the firm contours of his abdominal muscles, the warmth emanating from his body, and even hear her own heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

She spent a long time tying the belt, but finally managed to do so.

Miao Tan staggered to her feet, took several steps back, and almost lost her balance.

"Miao Nu, you still need to practice your skills in helping me get dressed."

An Wanxi glanced at her with a half-smile, then took Gu Jinzhao's arm and leisurely left the bathroom.

The footsteps gradually faded away, disappearing completely outside the door.

Miao Tan stood alone in the same spot, motionless for a long time.

She was the only one left in the bath, surrounded by lingering steam.

She slowly raised her hands and placed them in front of her eyes.

These hands had just wiped a man's body, helped him put on his close-fitting nightgown, touched his naked skin, and felt his temperature and contours.

She even delivered two candied fruits to him in a manner that was almost like a kiss.

Her slender hands clenched tightly, her fingernails piercing her palms.

She clenched her teeth, and blood spilled from her lips!

Miao Tan closed her eyes!

After a long while, when she opened her eyes again, her glassy pupils had returned to an almost deathly calm.

She clasped her hands together and her lips moved slightly: "Amitabha."

To understand the eight sufferings of life, one must first enter the sea of ​​suffering.

This is a tribulation she cannot avoid.

Once you have crossed the sea of ​​suffering and reached the other shore, you will be able to attain true liberation.

"As expected of a Zen Buddhist woman, she can regard all these humiliations as a sea of ​​suffering."

Inside the bedroom, An Wanxi sensed this scene, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

Gu Jinzhao had already lain down. Upon hearing this, he looked up at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "My wife must have more than just these tricks up her sleeve, right?"

Looking back now, training Miaotan was only beneficial to him.

Although the Immortal Control Spell can subdue her, it requires constant monitoring, which is too troublesome.

If we can ensnare them both physically and mentally, then we will be absolutely certain of success.

An Wanxi lay on her side beside him, her soft hand gently covering his chest, her smile becoming even more radiant and charming: "This is just the beginning."

Just as Gu Jinzhao was about to say something, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out.

He turned his head and saw the Crimson Sky Sword leaning against its stand, trembling incessantly.

Chapter 165, Luo Ling'er, Lord of Xuanming (3K)

"How is this going?"

Gu Jinchao frowned slightly and subconsciously gripped the hilt of the Crimson Sky Sword.

hum-

The next instant, invisible ripples spread out, and the scene before them suddenly distorted and blurred.

The furnishings in the bedroom and An Wanxi's figure beside her vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was a boundless, chaotic void.

At the summit of the void stood a blurry figure.

The man held a celestial sword with interwoven red and white light, and simply swung it towards the sky in front of him, which seemed to imprison all things in the world.

A sword-shaped rainbow shot into the sky!

Wherever it passed, chaos was dispelled, pure energy rose while turbid energy sank, and the sun, moon, and stars all paled in comparison to the sword's brilliance.

It actually managed to cleave a crack in that ancient, unbroken void.

The dazzling, auspicious light and celestial energy poured down from the crack like a bursting dam in the Milky Way.

"Sword Ancestor Opens the Heavenly Gate!"

Gu Jinchao was deeply shaken.

The person before me was none other than the founder of the sword path and the master of the [Two Elements] Immortal Sword.

After reaching the highest level, he resolved to open the Heavenly Gate with his sword in pursuit of the elusive path to immortality.

And now, the Heavenly Gate has truly opened.

But just as the divine light poured down, a sudden change occurred.

Sword Ancestor's body suddenly froze. It was as if he had seen something indescribable through the suddenly opened heavenly gate.

Gu Jinzhao suppressed the trembling in his soul and spread his divine sense, trying to find out everything inside the Heavenly Gate.

However, all that could be seen was a deep, dark expanse, like an abyss that swallowed all senses.

The next instant, a frenzied roar, like a thunderbolt, exploded deep within his soul: "Heaven and earth are a prison... Man is a prisoner... The Dao is a lock... Hahaha!"

As if in response to this blasphemy of glimpsing the truth, the brilliant celestial light within the newly opened Heavenly Gate suddenly reversed, transforming into terrifying tribulation clouds interwoven with purple-gold lightning.

Countless streaks, as thick as mountains and like raging dragons breaking free of their shackles, tore through the newly opened clear void and slashed fiercely down at the sword-wielding figure!

Without a doubt, a heavenly tribulation has descended!

"I shouldn't have... opened this Heavenly Gate... just to become an immortal..."

The Sword Ancestor seemed to have gone mad.

Faced with the earth-shattering tribulation of lightning, he did not retreat but advanced, holding the Yin-Yang Immortal Sword, and soared into the sky against the torrent of lightning!

The sword intent clashed violently with the lightning tribulation.

Each collision unleashed a terrifying light and impact capable of annihilating stars.

Countless fine, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void, only to be quickly smoothed out by the raging, violent energy, in an endless cycle.

That figure was like a moth drawn to a flame, using the sword in its hand and its own body to confront the overwhelming power of the heavens.

The crimson and white sword beams tore through the thunder dragon time and again, cleaving through the tribulation clouds.

But the thunder seemed endless, relentless and relentless.

Finally, after countless bolts of heavenly lightning had been extinguished, the sword light dimmed to its lowest point.

Sword Ancestor did something that Gu Jinzhao found unbelievable.

He burned his own Great Dao, transforming it into a sword rainbow that illuminated the heavens and earth, crashing into the slowly expanding rift in the void.

"Boom—!!!"

An indescribable roar and a burst of light erupted, causing the entire chaotic void to tremble violently, as if it were about to return to nothingness.

Gu Jinchao saw that the Heavenly Gate, which had been cleaved open by a sword, finally closed.

Only a blurry scar remained, stretching across the sky.

The figure of the Sword Ancestor vanished.

The Yin-Yang Immortal Sword in his hand also let out a mournful cry, and a crack slowly spread across the center of the blade.

"Chong-"

The Legend of Sword and Fairy was broken in two.

The chaotic void suddenly shattered.

Gu Jinzhao's soul felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, his whole body trembled violently, and he instantly lost consciousness.

……

Inside a single-story house with blue bricks and gray tiles.

A small oil lamp burned on the square table, its tiny flame flickering and barely dispelling the darkness, offering no warmth whatsoever.

On the bed, a thin, bony little girl clutched a rusty iron sword tightly to her chest, wrapping herself completely in a quilt from head to toe.

Only her small face was visible, frozen pale and bluish-white, her lips were dark purple, and her eyelashes were even covered with a fine layer of white frost.

The chill did not come from the wind and snow outside, but from the deepest recesses of her body, from her internal organs to her limbs and bones, a bone-chilling cold that emanated from within.

This chilling cold was so familiar, instantly dragging her back to that night a month ago when she was also tormented by the cold poison.

But at that time, my mother was still alive.

Her mother held her tightly in her arms, using her remaining spiritual power to warm her frozen limbs inch by inch.

When spiritual energy is exhausted, body heat is used.

Although her bones were still aching from the cold, she fell into a deep sleep in that embrace, and even her dreams were warm.

But... the next morning.

When she woke up, her mother was still holding her, motionless, her whole body covered in frost.

"mother……"

She called out in a tearful voice, pushing with all her might, but she couldn't budge it an inch.

My mother's arms were wrapped so tightly, so forcefully.

It was as if she wanted to use the last bit of strength in her life to engrave all the warmth and protection into her daughter's bones.

Consciousness gradually blurred and dissipated amidst the extreme cold and desperate memories.

Darkness surged in from all directions like a tide, threatening to engulf her completely.

Just then, the rusty iron sword she was tightly clutching in her arms suddenly emitted a warm, gentle sensation.

The little girl seemed to see her mother again, and returned to that familiar embrace. Her lips moved involuntarily, and she murmured as if in a dream, "Mother... Ling'er isn't cold... really..."

"Is your name Ling'er?"