The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 339 Youth

Sheng Qingye was so sad that he felt even more miserable due to the alcohol. Everyone knows that lovesickness is painful, but it hurts like a knife in the bone.

He would be willing to die if he could hug his master again.

Sheng Qingye thought silently, put away the guqin, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw his master standing in the moonlight, looking at him.

His heart suddenly shook, Sheng Qingye's eyes, like ray of light, froze, and he stood up with a slightly stiff body.

Under the moonlight, the pure and bright Master was even more graceful and charming than before, handsome and breathtaking, but with a touch of youthfulness.

This time in his hallucination, his master looked younger and more youthful than before.

What on earth is he thinking?

Do you miss Master when he was young?

Is he really that bad?

It seems that he has been drinking too much recently.

But this illusion looked too real. Sheng Qingye lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly.

Every time such an illusion occurs, it disappears immediately.

Neither is true.

That only made him sadder, so he turned to look at the tombstone, no longer paying attention to the "illusion".

"Youyou, am I a spirit now?" Tang Yixien frowned.

"No...you are a real person." Youyou replied.

Why couldn't Sheng Qingye see him?

Tang Yixian was surprised. He walked closer to Sheng Qingye and whispered:

"Sheng Qingye..."

Sheng Qingye suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes instantly moistened, and he looked at the person in front of him with emotion, like a river of stars flowing.

Can this illusion really speak?

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch the master in front of him. He had never touched him before.

The repeated loss and pain felt like a hole in my heart.

The moment his hand touched the soft and warm touch, Sheng Qingye's eyes jumped.

God blessed him and made his illusions so real.

Then he hugged the person tightly in his arms, and could even feel the warm body temperature.

"Master, I miss you."

Sheng Qingye kept whispering in Tang Yixin's ear.

As if this is the only way to express his longing.

Warm tears seemed to slide down the neck.

Tang Yixin once again felt Sheng Qingye's heat, as if he wanted to melt him into his body.

He's been gone for ten years.

Just when Tang Yixian was slightly moved, he heard a perverse and emotional voice in his ears:

"Master, I like you, very much. I like you so much that I want to be your Taoist partner. I want to practice dual cultivation with you... make love... I watched you beg for mercy under me, saying that you would never leave me again."

"Two hours...eight hours..."

.....

Sheng Qingye became more and more rebellious after drinking, and spoke so without restraint because he thought all this was an illusion.

Since it's not true, there's no need for him to be so conservative.

Moved ass.

Sheng Qingye is indeed still that wolf cub, talking about dual cultivation every other sentence.

"Wow... Sheng Qingye really dares to say that." Fireworks were going off in Youyou's mind.

"Youyou..." Tang Yixien said in a bad tone.

Youyou is offline temporarily.

Tang Yixien felt like he couldn't breathe because of the hug. When he tried to slowly push the person away, he could hear soft sobs.

Tang Yixien's heart suddenly softened.

Sheng Qingye is crying again..

The person he thought about day and night was in his arms, even if it was an illusion, Sheng Qingye wanted to hold him for a while longer.

A feeling of softness and emotion spread throughout his body, and Tang Yixien's heart trembled slightly.

Sheng Qingye realized that the person had not disappeared, so he slowly let go and stared at the person in front of him.

He drank eight pots of wine during the day and was already slightly drunk. His eyes became deeper and more confused as he looked at Tang Yixuan.

Suddenly, Sheng Qingye pressed the person against the tombstone and kissed him.

Tang Yixin was caught off guard, with Sheng Qingye holding his hands and pressing them against his own tombstone to kiss it.

He was startled.

He could feel that Sheng Qingye was drunk and not very clear-headed.

There was Sheng Qingye's scent on his lips, just as wild and hot as before.

The wolf cub's lips and teeth were pried open, and he invaded like crazy.

He had just returned. The nineteen-year-old Tang Yixien's eyes were misty from Sheng Qingye's kiss, and he couldn't breathe.

His thin lips were as delicate as the petals on a branch, and he couldn't bear it at all, and felt a slight sting.

Sheng Qingye lost his mind the moment he kissed Tang Yixin. The soft sweetness between their lips was so real, as if all the longing for the past ten years flooded into his heart.

Sheng Qingye was too excited, all the energy and blood rushed to his head, and the kiss gradually got out of control.

Then his body went limp and he fainted.

Tang Yixin felt Sheng Qingye slowly let go of him and slid down.

He quickly put his arms around Sheng Qingye's shoulders and waist, letting him lean on his arms.

Sheng Qingye reeked of alcohol, his handsome face, like a crown of jade, was flushed red, and he fell asleep.

"Sheng Qingye..." Tang Yixien called softly.

Sheng Qingye was completely asleep and had almost no reaction.

Tang Yixin's spirit storage bag was gone, and there was nothing on him.

Seeing that the man was in a deep sleep and could not be woken up, he helped him up and took him back to Sheng Qingye's inner room. He gently protected Sheng Qingye's head and placed it on the pillow.

He placed the person on the bed and covered him with a blanket.

It was already autumn, and the wind blew into the house. Tang Yixien turned around to close the window.

Inadvertently, he saw the sword that pierced his chest on the table under the window.

When Tang Yixin saw the sword, he felt pain in his chest and inexplicably recalled the scene of that day.

Why did Sheng Qingye put the sword here?

What he didn't know was that Sheng Qingye regretted every day that he shouldn't have given his master the sword.

Master used this to end his own life, and he regretted it countless times every day.

Tang Yixin closed the door gently and walked towards his own villa.

The autumn wind blew, and the cool breeze made his hair fly.

He looked up at the bright pale moon, then at every blade of grass and tree on Biling Peak.

Unexpectedly, he only went back for a year and then came back again.

To Tang Yixien's surprise, there was almost no change in his house, and there was not even a speck of dust on the furniture.

You can tell at a glance that someone cleans it regularly.

At this time, Tang Yixien felt sleepy. He was really sleepy and tired.

He put his white hand to his lips and yawned softly.

"At the age of nineteen, you're young and prone to feeling sleepy." Youyou came online with a hint of joy in her voice.

"I failed my mission and was brought back. Why are you in such a good mood?"

"No." Youyou said in a deliberately low voice.

Youyou was naturally happy.

Yesterday the database gave him a host and asked him to take the host back to the world in the book.

She was so reluctant that she didn't want to take on any more tasks for the time being.

It was not until the database curled its lips and sent her the data that she realized it was Tang Yixien.

Although she knew that the mission was a failure.

But she couldn't suppress her joy at being able to work on Tang Yixin's system again.