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The script is described as follows:

Jingliu raised her sword and shouted out the oath that all the people of Xianzhou had practiced since she was born.

"We, the Cloud Riders, are like clouds covering the sky, protecting the immortal boat!"

The ethereal voice is like the bright moon falling into the center of the lake, and the ripples caused by the breeze.

Suddenly—everyone raised their arms and shouted:

"We, the Cloud Riders, are like clouds covering the sky, protecting the immortal boat!"

The whole city cheered and every voice was like a wave, and the waves continued to form the sea, surging and vast, climbing to the highest point and forming waves that rose like a wall.

Then the screen changed.

The most distinguished and luxurious room on the Jingfeng ship.

Through the screen, one can see two slender, taut but spread-apart calves beside the sandalwood bed, with their crystal-clear toes slightly curled up.

Just this fleeting glimpse of beautiful jade feet is enough to imagine how stunning and charming its owner is...

Chapter 224 Master, I don’t like the way you speak

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sound of cannons above the training ground on the Jingfeng ship shook, coming from far away and getting closer, and from time to time, a star ship flew past in the sky.

The peerless female swordsman of Xianzhou took off her cloud cavalry armor and put on a pure white palace skirt, which was elegant and charming.

The flowing dress was tailored to fit her perfectly against her snow-white skin, highlighting her tall curves and slim waist, which could be held in one hand.

The female swordsman's hair color is naturally moon-white, just like the flowing moon in the clear frosty sky at night.

At this moment, her hair was tied up and inserted with an exquisitely carved white jade hairpin. The swaying tassels and her crimson lips were the most eye-catching highlights of the outfit. It not only did not look gaudy at all, but instead made the beauty's temperament and features more perfect.

"It is indeed beautiful, Master."

The classical style of China is engraved in Ye Feng's bones.

This outfit gave him an unprecedented feeling.

Ye Feng looked at Jing Liu's elegant and beautiful dress, and the proud body wrapped in the snow-white long skirt made him even more excited.

The two stared at each other for a while.

Jingliu lowered her head gently. She knew her fate and waited for the other party's words and decision.

"Kneel down."

Jing Liu was startled, and a look of struggle flashed across his peaceful face.

Kneel down...

People who use swords are always aloof and arrogant. She is of noble status, and the man in front of her calls himself a disciple. How can a master kneel down and worship his disciple?

Jingliu's mood finally began to ripple in this place that was once full of honor and where she had placed high hopes.

She originally thought that all she had to do was lie down on the bed, close her eyes, and think that everything would be over after a good night's sleep.

But she was very clear-headed at this moment.

In the face of such a trial, even the demonic body...seems insignificant.

Ye Feng's expression was no longer gentle and cheerful, but he was truly as cold and ruthless as the "Devil from Beyond Territory". He asked sternly, "Master, why haven't you made any move yet?"

Jingliu hesitated for a moment, exhaled lightly, lowered his head and let his hair fall, and his body, which was as straight as a sword, gradually softened.

She bent her knees and knelt gently on the ground.

"too slow!"

Before she landed, Ye Feng looked at her slow movements, stretched out his hand, pressed her shoulders, and with a slight impact, this peerless swordsman, whose swordsmanship was the best in the world, knelt in front of him.

At this moment, Jingliu's graceful body wrapped in snow-white clothes was like warm and soft jade, with an air of immortality far away from the mundane world.

Ye Feng looked down at the peerless sword master who was once high above and revered by all the people in the Immortal Boat, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Master's demeanor looks even more extraordinary from this perspective."

"..."

In front of this upright man, Jing Liu lowered his head and remained silent, his temperament still cold.

If other disciples of Xianzhou or former veterans of Yunqi saw this posture, they would surely be shocked.

Ye Feng stretched out his fingers, gently supported Jing Liu's chin, and gently lifted up her beautiful and ethereal face.

Jingliu was forced to look up, his snow-white neck held high, as he stared at the man who had forced him to kneel. He clearly called him "Master," yet his actions were so utterly rebellious. His movements were frivolous, but the look he gave her was like that of a stern teacher punishing a student who had made an error.

Ye Feng lifted her chin and stared at her for a while, then stretched out his index finger and touched her tender cherry lips. Jing Liu's lips were elegant in color, like the moon in early spring, soft and tender to the touch, and extremely smooth.

Ye Feng pressed his fingers lightly, applying a little force as if to pry open her lips.

Jingliu subconsciously pursed his lips to prevent him from entering.

"Master, do you still not understand your current situation?"

Jingliu knelt on the ground, her snow-white dress sticking to her skin, outlining a very tense beauty. The slightly wide straps further lifted her chest, making it look even fuller.

She endured it silently, her sword heart like black ice, thinking that no matter how she was affected, she would not react at all.

So why resist? What are we resisting?

If your heart is as clear as ice, you will not be surprised when the sky falls.

Jing Liu slowly relaxed his lips, but Ye Feng's fingers left.

"Master, there's no rush here."

Ye Feng chuckled, walked around her, and came behind Jing Liu.

The extremely beautiful fairy knelt down, with a pair of jade feet quietly poking out from under her skirt. She was not wearing stockings or cloud shoes, and her "little lotus feet had just revealed their pointed corners". The soft and smooth white was more stunning than the great sword condensed by moonlight.

Ye Feng squatted down and gently stroked the pair of charming jade feet with his rough fingertips.

At the same time, fireworks exploded again outside the window.

"Cloud Rider! Cloud Rider!"

"Like clouds covering the sky, protecting the immortal boat!"

"Jing Yuan Jing Yuan!"

A huge sound was heard, and Jing Liu, who was kneeling by the floor-to-ceiling window, trembled slightly.

Jing Yuan, who was highly expected by all forces in Xianzhou and even designated as the "future general", stepped onto the martial arts stage.

That is Jingliu's disciple.

However, now that Bai Heng is dead and the evil has been formed, Jing Liu no longer has the heart to distinguish right from wrong.

She severed the shackles of the Immortal Boat just to wipe out the "stars" in the sky.

However... his own disciples were fighting for the honor of the Immortal Boat outside, while he, as their master, was kneeling in the VIP seat, being humiliated...

No, this is all fake.

Everything here is "simulated".

It was just a [script] that Ye Feng prepared to shake Kenshin.

"—!!"

Suddenly, Ye Feng's fingers penetrated between Jingliu's toes.

At the same time, the atmosphere of the Xianzhou [Martial Arts Ceremony] and the shouts of "Protect the Xianzhou" by the Cloud Cavalry outside the window intertwined, bringing a different kind of emotion to Jingliu.

Ye Feng could feel Jing Liu's body trembling slightly.

"Master, you seem..."

"Shut up!" Jing Liu shouted coldly.

"Ok?"

Ye Feng contracted his five fingers that were digging into the spaces between his toes, squeezing Jing Liu like a pair of pliers and causing him pain.

"Master, I don't like your attitude."

"..."

"Master, you don't want the Immortal Boat to be destroyed, right? Have you forgotten that I am the only one who can save it?"

"...H-I'm sorry."

Jingliu said this almost tremblingly.

Of course, this is not my original intention, but the motivation of the script.

Jingliu felt sad. She really underestimated this "game".

Ye Feng then smiled with satisfaction and said, "There is no one here. Humiliation or anything like that, no one saw it, so naturally just treat it as if it didn't exist. Master's realm of cultivation is so high, do I need to tell you about this mental barrier?"

Jingliu knelt down, his long, moon-white hair cascading down his back. He said in a cold voice, "I understand."

Ye Feng loosened his grip, and slowly pushed up the skirt with his fingers, revealing a piece of the lady's snow-white skin, which was crystal clear. He gently moved Jing Liu's body, and then suddenly grabbed her ankles, and the pair of cold jade feet straightened slightly.

"what?"

"Master seems to enjoy being treated roughly?"

"No..." Jingliu defended softly.

Chapter 225 Jingliu, aren't you afraid of performing at the [Martial Arts Ceremony]?

Because of Jingliu's disciple Jing Yuan's victory, the [Martial Arts Ceremony] reached its climax, and thunderous cheers rang out on the Jingfeng ship.

"We need a victory like this to boost the morale of the Xianzhou people right now. If I remember correctly, when Jing Yuanyuan participated in the [Martial Arts Ceremony], the Xianzhou was facing internal and external troubles."

The moonlight is like frost and snow, and the beauty is like the moon and jade.

The peerless sword master, revered by everyone in Xianzhou, knelt in the VIP seat of the ceremony, wagging his tail and begging for mercy to the "Demon from Outside the Territory" like a dog.

The female swordsman covered herself with a black cloth, in the most humiliating posture, with even her most beloved sword lying in a mess beside her, but her face showed no sadness or joy, and was even colder than Frost Moon.

Seeing this, Ye Feng became even more delighted.

"I just like Master's cool and aloof demeanor."

Ye Feng squatted behind Jing Liu, breathing hot air towards her crystal earlobes, while his thighs pushed the edge of her skirt upwards. The skirt slid along her snow-white thighs like water, the slippery touch with a slight coolness, revealing her smooth calves, and then her tight thighs came into view.

"Looking like this, Master's feet seem even more beautiful."

Ye Feng turned off the lights, and the moonlight and lamplight poured in, bathing Jing Liu in them as if he were bathed in a layer of clear light.

Ye Feng looked carefully at Jingliu's jade feet, which were truly beautiful.

The arch of the foot is soft and crystal clear like jade, and the pad of the sole of the foot is a gradient of red and pink. The red and pink shine through the whiteness, making the foot look extremely tender and slender and beautiful.

The toes are as white as snow, crystal clear, tender and flawless, each one like the most precious jade bead, and the toenails covering them are even thinner and more beautiful, the color is like mica jade.

"This means giving up resistance."

Jing Liu said calmly, "Since you have received this order, you can do as you please. There is no need to say more."

"Really? Really? I guess your disciple will come to announce the good news soon."

Sure enough, there was a knock on the door the next second.

"Master!"

Mixed with the crisp sound of excitement,

"Look, here it comes."

Ye Feng smiled.

Ye Feng became interested. He held Jingliu's pink back with one hand and lifted her legs with the other. He then picked her up horizontally, strode towards the door, and pushed her against the unique alloy door of the Jingfeng ship.

It is only separated from Jingyuan outside by a door.

"!!"

Jingliu's face was pressed against the cold alloy door, his long, white legs raised high, the soles of his feet facing the ceiling.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Master is indeed a sword cultivator. His body is more flexible than a gymnast's. He can lift it 180 degrees at a leisurely pace. And he stands so steadily, with his center of gravity always balanced. Don't move, just like that. Stay still."