I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

However, seeing that the young master was not shaken at all, he suppressed his doubts.

Since the young master doesn't mind, it means that for the master and disciple, perhaps this is no big deal!

Hey, don't make a fuss, it makes you look very ignorant. Just stay calm!

Seeing that the young master was as quiet as a virgin, like a gorgeous ice sculpture, not moving at all, Xiao Wuyou quickly convinced himself and followed him into the state of cultivation.

In front of the young master, I should at least pretend to be a cultivator!

However, Xiao Wuyou, who was meditating with his eyes closed, didn't know that from the moment Bei Ming Longyue entered the room, his heart had already been unable to calm down.

After Xiao Wuyou got into the mood, she slowly opened her eyes, covered her chest with her hands, and looked at Xiao Wuyou beside her with a confused look on her face.

Why does my chest feel so depressed?

From the moment I came out of quarantine, this feeling of depression has never stopped.

She always had the urge to get close to Xiao Wuyou.

I thought that taking this opportunity to be alone would help ease the situation, but now this unspeakable feeling of ambiguity has intensified.

It was clearly an emotion she had never experienced before, but she felt inexplicably familiar with it, as if it was both uncomfortable and joyful, which she could not understand at all.

At this moment, the breathing sound next to me suddenly slowed down.

Xiao Wuyou overestimated himself. He had not practiced properly for many years, and he fell asleep within a few minutes after closing his eyes.

As the boy's breathing steadied, Bei Ming Long Yue's heart beat more and more.

Looking at the boy's gentle and peaceful face, Bei Ming Long Yue couldn't help but stretch out her slender fingers as if she was touched.

Want to touch him.

Just when he was only a millimeter away from Xiao Wuyou, Xiao Wuyou slept with his head slightly downward.

Bei Ming Long Yue suddenly retracted his fingertips as if he had been electrocuted.

Faced with the already unconscious Xiao Wuyou, the dignified Sword Immortal Longyue clenched his hands and remained silent, fearing that the other party would wake up.

Bei Minglong couldn't help but feel helpless about himself.

If those old fellows who have been in seclusion in the world of immortal cultivation for a long time saw this appearance, I am afraid they would be frightened to the point of going insane.

Bei Ming Long Yue heaved a long sigh, and his jade-like face returned to its former cool and calm expression.

Isn’t it just a vision contact?

What is there to care about?

Almost at the same time, Xiao Wuyou lost his balance and fell headfirst, knocking Bei Ming Longyue down on the bed.

A small cry of grief suddenly sounded in the dark room.

However, the entire Yingyue City trembled violently.

Even if it was only for a moment, Bei Ming Long Yue lost control of his breath in panic, affecting the entire Ying Yue Pavilion.

The leaders of the four major sects and countless well-known righteous masters in the world of immortal cultivation thought that a powerful enemy was approaching, and they rushed to high places in panic, but they did not find anyone.

"What happened?!"

"What a powerful aura!"

"It seems to be coming from the attic..."

"I guess there's something wrong with the defensive formation."

After searching in vain, the righteous monks had to return to their houses.

However, Bei Ming Long Yue had no time to pay attention to the commotion in the outside world.

Her whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all. Even her slender white toes were stretched straight, shaped like a crescent moon.

Xiao Wuyou was falling on her, and both of their clothes were in disarray.

Not to mention the fingertips, the two of them were now tightly pressed skin to skin, and Xiao Wuyou's cheek was filled with warm breath, tickling her.

If she turned her head to the right, even for a moment, they would kiss each other.

There's such a big generation gap between us, this isn't right!

Besides, I have no interest in a Taoist partner!

No, in the final analysis, it is just physical contact. As a sword immortal, I have long forgotten the mundane world, so why should I panic? !

After who knows how many breaths, Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes finally regained a trace of clarity.

Bei Ming Long Yue glanced at him and thought that if she just pushed him away, wouldn't it make her look so shameless that she would be shaken by such a small amount of physical contact!

The mundane world is nothing but distractions.

In order to prove the strength of his faith in Taoism, Bei Ming Long Yue decided that he would not push Xiao Wu You away that night.

Thinking of this, the silver-haired girl gradually closed her eyes.

Chapter 19: Immortal

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In his dream, Xiao Wuyou saw the end of the world.

The prophecy picture didn't change at all? !

At first Xiao Wuyou was shocked and thought he had made a mistake in the conditions for changing the picture.

But soon, he discovered that it was not that the prophecy picture did not change, but that it became a little fainter, which meant that his previous choice was correct.

However, this time the prophecy did not cause a chain reaction due to the change. The Demon Emperor and the Junior Master were still fighting fiercely in the sky above the fallen Yingyue City, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split, with all lives being destroyed.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help feeling a little helpless. After all, he was currently only the chief of a sect. Even if he wanted to call on the righteous people in the world to gather to help his junior master, firstly, he couldn't produce any evidence that the evil sect was definitely going to attack, and secondly, he was not sure how many righteous people would come to help.

Today's party made Xiao Wuyou see through everything.

The four major sects are not united, let alone the righteous path in the world.

The remaining influence of the young master has been fading with her retirement.

It will be a long-term battle to unite the forces of the four righteous paths.

The prophetic image disappeared, Xiao Wuyou stopped thinking and planned to fall asleep.

But just then, he felt himself hit something.

Then, instead of waking up, he found that his consciousness had fallen into the depths of his soul.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and it seemed familiar to him.

Isn't this the attic where the young master lives? !

In the attic, the silver-haired girl was exactly the same as he was familiar with, without any change.

But in front of the girl, there was a young man with a blurry face.

The young man was obviously a community leader. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted to the young master: "Accept me as your disciple!"

"I have no intention of accepting any disciples."

Xiao Wuyou really wanted to see what the young man was going to do, but unexpectedly, the other party just left.

The next day, the young man came again and said, "Please accept me as your disciple!"

The young master naturally didn't even raise his eyelids.

Xiao Wuyou wanted to laugh. This guy was too naive. If he wanted to impress the aloof and cold character of the little master, he could only do it slowly, like dripping water wearing away a stone...

Gradually, Xiao Wuyou couldn't laugh anymore.

Because this young man with a vague face visited her day and night, even if he got no response.

Until one day, the young master finally raised his head and asked in confusion: "Why do you want to take me as your master?"

The boy's voice was no longer childish, but rather a little decadent: "Because I heard that you are the best."

"You only want to have the most powerful master as your teacher? But there are many who are as famous as me."

"And still the most beautiful.*2"

Xiao Wuyou complained in his heart for no reason, but unexpectedly, the lines that person said were exactly the same as his own.

As soon as these words were spoken, a blush flashed across the young master's face, just like pure white clouds stained by the sunset glow.

The girl stood there in a daze, not reacting for a long time.

At that time, she was far from being as dull as she is now.

Xiao Wuyou was stunned and stood in awe of this blurry man.

This guy is so terrifying that he can make the young master blush!

"What does being beautiful have to do with becoming an apprentice?" The young master stood up. He was really curious now.

Xiao Wuyou was also equally curious.

Since this person has a close relationship with Junior Grandmaster, why have I never heard of him?

"The strongest, the most beautiful, indifferent to fame and fortune, and not worldly, you are the invincible protagonist! I will definitely go right if I follow you!"

"...What flow?"

"Invincible style! The protagonists of the Invincible style are all like you, invincible in the world but not seeking fame and fortune, living in seclusion in the world, until one day, for some reason, they come down the mountain to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, pretending to be awesome and slapping their faces!" The man with a blurred face became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally, he smiled and said: "If I become your disciple, even if I have poor talent, I can still get a bit of luck!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Wuyou was really stunned.

How could it be such a coincidence? Ten thousand years ago, someone approached the Junior Grandmaster with the same idea as me!

No, no, no, I'm not that kind of social bull, okay?! When Xiao Wuyou thought that this person might be him, he felt so embarrassed.

"I don't accept disciples." As a result, the man was dumbfounded by the young master's words.

However, he did not force it. He just smiled bitterly and walked out of the house in a daze.

"I won't come again."

But just as he was about to leave, the young master said in a leisurely voice: "I don't accept disciples. But you can become my disciple."

"From now on, you can call me Grandmaster."

"I understand, little master!"

The young master raised his eyebrows and was about to blame him, but he immediately added: "That sounds cute."

The young master stared at him for a long time, but finally sighed and didn't make things difficult for him.

This was the beginning of their relationship.

The time that belongs to them is slowly passing by.

To be honest, this young man with a blurry face is very green. He is afraid of hardship and has no endurance for work. He can be described as a combination of a loser and a good-for-nothing.

But he just happened to have a wonderful talent in kendo.

Although he didn't practice sword moves, he understood the sword's meaning. Of course, although the sword's meaning was profound at the beginning, it was far less effective than the sword moves.

Intention is, after all, an abstract concept. Before one truly enters the Dao and cultivates immortality, if one has nothing to rely on, intention can only emit a mysterious aura and cannot have any impact on the world.

Unless there is a good fellow senior to help guide and help him enter the path.

And he has the best swordsman in the entire world of immortal cultivation, who teaches him step by step.

Therefore, even though his cultivation level was low, this man, relying only on an iron sword, had made a name for himself in the world of immortal cultivation.

With fame comes troubles.

At that time, the young master did not like fame and fortune, and did not want to be in the world. Among the powerful people, his reputation was well-known, but he was controversial in the mundane world.

Some people questioned her ability, while others slandered her as a demon.

"Young Grandmaster, if you're willing, I can show off my skills in the righteous competition and help you gain more prestige." The young man mentioned this casually that day.

But he meant it.

"No!" But the young master flatly refused without asking the reason.

For the first time, the atmosphere between the two of them was so tense and they missed the opportunity to communicate.

So the boy went alone.

With one man and one sword, the sword's power was so powerful that he crushed the chief of the righteous sect at that time, bringing shame to the righteous sect at that time under the attention of everyone.