Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 701 Qingying: Oh? So what?

what I do?

I have no shame, I have no conscience, I am a hooligan!

Isn’t that obvious enough?

Zhao Qing's heart was beating fast, and he felt his heart veins were trembling constantly, as if all the energy and blood in his body had disappeared, and he would sink into the endless darkness at any time.

——Very scared.

But since the hand has been extended, how can it be retracted?

"I want to get close to you, young lady, and try to regulate your qi and nourish your meridians."

Seeing that the master still had the scroll in his hand, Zhao Qing couldn't help but gather spiritual energy in his hands, and really used force to rub the master's delicate shoulders!

The licking dog didn't say much, he just said he wanted to get close to the lady...

You taught me, so what?!

Although Zhao Qing did not appear to be too panicked, he had actually already started thinking of countless countermeasures in his mind, just waiting to see how the young lady would scold him or what she would say.

But never thought.

The pretty girl nodded her head slightly, her expression still calm, and continued to write the scriptures seriously.

He simply ignored him.

This made Zhao Qing feel a little helpless, as if he had punched cotton.

If the master said a few cold words, he might still try to strike up a conversation and pull the strings, or just honestly withdraw his hand and treat it as a test.

Now... Chun has become a technician.

And he was a technician who didn't dare to move at all.

now.

Zhao Qing stood behind his master, his hands clearly on his master's shoulders, sometimes touching the black hair or white shoulders and neck.

But... it was really painful.

Especially since Qinghuan and Chuxin were around, and my aunt and Shuyue were watching at home.

This is a great shame for a man.

Even if Qingying scolded him coldly, he could still go back to the side and continue grinding ink. At least in the eyes of his beloved wife, he would be playing tricks on her...

I never thought that my master would ignore me directly.

But he really didn't dare to touch anything else.

It is still possible to distinguish between testing and seeking death.

Chu Xin's mind was also tense. Seeing Zhao Qing and the host being so close, even when she directly said they wanted to get close, the host nodded in agreement, which surprised and shocked her.

But Qinghuan beside him just smiled and lowered her head. How could she not know that her master had been humiliated?

This somewhat crowded study room fell into an extremely strange silence for a moment.

Miss Qingyan looked serious. When she paused her slender hands from time to time, she would gently raise her head to relax, leaning elegantly on the wooden chair to drink tea, letting Zhao Qing's warm palms massage her shoulders and neck.

Of course she knew what her disciple was trying to test.

It's nothing more than a rogue trick in the clash of words.

She brought Zhao Qing from the Xia Emperor Realm, how could she not know this?

Based on the recent changes of his little disciple.

I guess since the master doesn't allow it, the disciple will just stay quietly by his side.

Even to the point of being indifferent and driven away.

The disciple will also respectfully say goodbye, saying that he just wants to be close to the master and does not think that touching the incarnation is cowardly. Since the master does not like it, the disciple will keep this intention for the future Longyuan.

If you want it, just reach out. If you want to fight for it, just look up... Is he a coward?

Or after an unclear distinction with oneself.

...He used his cold words to scold Qing Huan and Qin Chu Xin and left Chaos Sea, heading to Yu Jing to wait for the immortal road, leaving behind some seemingly ambiguous and not innocent thoughts.

Humph.

Qingying was not hiding anything at all. She leaned back elegantly in her chair, sipping her tea and smiling casually.

As your teacher, I will let you conquer women.

Is this how you conquer?

Since you want to massage your shoulders, go ahead.

The little guy is quite interesting.

Qingying didn't mind too much, and her thoughts wandered freely while drinking tea.

She also carefully felt that the man's warm touch and the changes in their qi and blood were unexpectedly comfortable and could also bring out a little bit of her own arousal.

Even so, so what?

She knew even more clearly that Si He and Zhao Qing had the same intentions, and that there were even several women in Yujing who were spying on them.

If you don't think the suffering is embarrassing, then just continue like this.

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The warm afternoon sun shines through the window, casting mottled and slanting rays of light.

Reflected in the hair of the master in front of Zhao Qing, his waterfall-like black hair seemed to be stained with a layer of light gauze, with a strong medicinal fragrance and dark golden color, blending into the depths of his throbbing blood vessels.

What are men most afraid of when flirting with girls?

Are you arguing with a girl?

...is to ignore directly, read but not reply.

Just like now, Zhao Qing was put in a dilemma by his master.

He could only serve respectfully and massage the lady's shoulders to calm her down.

It seemed that in the eyes of the master, this was just an ordinary contact, and since the disciple wanted to get close, he would agree casually.

This inexplicable torment and helplessness really made Zhao Qing confused.

There is a kind of...

Lu Bulang invited Yuan Shu and Liu Bei to a banquet, saying that he could accurately shoot the small branch on the halberd from a hundred and fifty steps outside the gate.

Zhang Fei was not surprised when he heard it: "Oh? Then shoot."

For example, Xiang Yu invited Liu Bang to the Hongmen Banquet. After drinking, he jokingly mentioned his cousin Xiang Zhuang, saying that he was very skilled in sword dancing.

Liu Bang was not panicked at all when he heard this: "Okay, then you dance!"

What a fucking clown...

Especially Zhao Qing could still remember that the skinny little girl greeted him back then... Things change, and retribution is inevitable.

At this moment, his palms were clearly filled with his master's delicate, snow-white skin. He would sometimes carefully stroke his master's long, black hair, and his hands would also soothe her slender, white neck.

But I always feel like I've been rejected, like an hourly technician in a beauty salon.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

A dark aura was rippling in his mind, and Si He felt a very rare light-hearted mood.

"The old woman didn't even pay you. You were treated as a tool by her."

Zhao Qing was somewhat silent, and just concentrated on feeling the warmth of his master's skin, treating it as a tip.

Even when lowering his head, he could still vaguely see a corner of the snow-capped mountain whose whiteness extended into his clothes, but he could only watch and suppress his feelings alone.

Does he really dare to do anything?

dare not.

He is not crazy yet.

At this moment, it was like returning to the bedroom, as if he was a young boy named Aokiji, facing an elegant and mature elder.

Oh, sorry.

This is truly a respected master and elder.

Zhao Qing muttered to Si He silently: "What should we do now?"

Si He:......

"I don't know. If you don't dare, then neither do I."

"I'm really at home. Can I ask Ning Mei for you?"

They complained helplessly.

However, in Xuanji Pavilion of Siyou City, there was also a deathly silence.

Originally, the husband's sudden approach and almost teasing touch on the master's body made Shuyue Ningmei panic and nervous.

He stared at the light and shadow with a burning gaze, fearing that Qingying would get angry.

But gradually... the afternoon light and shadow fell on my black hair, and I feel a little sleepy now.

Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

From time to time, she glanced at Xi'er who was by her side, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions. She couldn't tell whether she was jealous or suffering for her husband.

She witnessed most of it with her own eyes, and naturally regarded Qingying as her husband's master.

I know in my heart that Master’s teachings are absolutely correct.

The boldness and wildness of life are extremely powerful, and red lemon can conquer your husband with this.

She and her husband have been together for twenty years and have always been like a family.

But when her husband forced Miss Ye to have sex with him in Xunyao Palace, Zhou Xiaoyi was really moved by her man's courage.

She is really like a mother beast, wanting to surrender from the bottom of her heart, and willing to be a vase without any love.

They also understood more clearly that Master's courage was far superior to all of them.

With the calm demeanor of a senior master, he forced my husband to become his little disciple. He could touch him whenever he wanted, but my husband could not do more.

The originally distinct emotions between a man and a woman, and the almost heinous act of infidelity to the teacher, were distorted into a massage and bone setting in an ordinary medical clinic under the control of Emperor Longyuan's powerful aura.

Ning Mei Shui Lianlian's eyes were a little dazed, as if she was also stunned by the master of the Blood-Clothed Tower.

What should Zhao Qing do now?

Do you want to take the initiative to ask a few questions?

Instead, he looks rather embarrassed, and the last bit of masculinity will disappear without a trace.

No matter how many romantic thoughts Ningmei had in her mind, she could do nothing about it at this moment.

That was really provoking the supreme emperor. With the whole family and the empress tied in one boat, what else could Zhao Qing do?

It’s better to just focus on relaxing and regulating Master’s Qi. After all, you are still touching her skin.

The OP's closeness and tolerance towards Zhao Qing is something no other man in the world would dare to imagine.

……

As the person involved, Zhao Qing gradually felt a little tired.

What a thrilling and exciting thing! ?

I told the host, I want to touch you...

But the poster nodded casually and said, "Then you can touch it."

As a result, he felt uncomfortable all over his body when he touched it, and he had to suppress all the wonderful excitement. As he suppressed it, he became Technician No. 8.

At this moment, I am in the study room of Tianmen Island.

The only man was naturally still working hard to help the lady relax, his palm occasionally touching her slender goose neck.

As the spiritual power gently surged, the tired and serious young lady's originally pale cheeks became rosy, making her look more healthy and beautiful.

She seemed not to care at all that there was a man behind her, nor did she care that Zhao Qing was her apprentice, and she even ignored the fact that there were two women who were also her apprentices in the study.

He just carefully wrote down the scriptures for his disciples, sometimes frowning and thinking, or relaxing and drinking tea.

Such an elegant, cold and powerful aura seemed to suppress the boundless ocean outside the island, and there was no sound of waves at all.

Calling her Miss means she is a household servant.

Calling someone "Master" makes you a disciple.

Since you want to, then serve me behind my back.

The sun and the moon passed by the window, and in a blink of an eye, more than two hours had passed.

When the evening sun sets, it casts a dim light.

The beautiful woman, sitting with her head bowed before the desk, slightly tensed and relaxed her body before raising her head, clearly enjoying herself. She even casually scrolled through the scriptures and whispered...

"You're sweating, go away."

Zhao Qing's mind suddenly stopped. He had been fighting for a long time, and the rare response he received from his master made him feel strangely relaxed and at peace.

Like being pardoned!

Almost without thinking, he tidied up his master's long black hair, then quietly walked to the side and relaxed.

While I was daydreaming, my hands actually started sweating. A technician's job is so difficult...

But after being separated from Master's skin, I felt empty inside.

He even complained to Si He, wondering if he should ask Qingying to have a spa treatment.

However, it seemed that they were just complaining bitterly. When it came to taking action, Si He immediately backed down.

After all, life is still long, and it is exciting to try to commit suicide. Who would really do that?

The woman raised her eyes casually, scanning the expressions of Qinghuan and Qin Chuxin, without caring what the two were thinking.

He simply raised his hand and handed over the scroll in his hand, looking sideways at Zhao Qing and saying quietly, "Keep it carefully and study it later."

Zhao Qing looked a little strange. He took the scroll without any greeting, but just smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss."

"Well, you've worked hard. Let's prepare some cinnabar."

Qingying raised his eyes and stared at him for a moment, then smiled and nodded, as if to affirm his disciple.

Then, she stood up lightly, lowered her head and began to cut the talisman paper seriously without calling Qinghuan for help.

Soon.

He regained his concentration and seriousness, and began to sit upright at the desk and write the talismans.

The little talisman girl exuded an invisible and majestic aura that suppressed Chu Xin so much that she didn't dare to look directly at him.

The occasional fluttering of her long eyelashes seemed to carry a restrained sharpness and frankness, giving her an expression of remaining calm even when faced with a collapse of Mount Tai.

But let alone Chu Xin, even if Hou Jiushan was approaching, he didn't dare to breathe.

Zhao Qing really became a handyman, carefully grinding ink and mixing cinnabar.

From time to time, I would glance sideways at my master's face, which looked focused and tired, and I could sense an indescribable energy from her.

For a man, especially Zhao Qing, it was truly breathtaking, and it seemed that he felt a sense of satisfaction just by looking at it.

When Zhao Qing realized his strange thoughts.

I knew right then and there that I had been corrupted and that this was not a life I could do anything about.

No matter what he does, he cannot overturn the Emperor's rule.

After all, the master trained him personally in order to transform a calm and humble man into a wild, sharp and fiery man.

But Zhang Jinyi, who was personally trained by the master, turned a brutal and crazy killer into a brilliant and talented woman full of the unique charm of a woman.

Perhaps the comment made by the original poster is not wrong at all.

These exist.

They are all monsters with shockingly stable emotions.

In a long life of nearly tens of millions of days and nights overlapping, the years and experiences melted into a mellow nectar, falling on the body of a female dragon.

This actually made Zhao Qing gradually begin to understand why some people like mature women.

At least the charm of the old woman in front of him was really more than what he had seen those saints and fairies killing people indiscriminately.

"If you feel tired, let Fellow Daoist Qin accompany you to recuperate."

Miss Qingjuan spoke softly, and seemed to have noticed that her disciple was looking at her, so she gave such instructions.

"Okay." Zhao Qing had been by his side for half a day and seemed to have integrated into that stable will and emotions.

He just chuckled and nodded in response.

But just as he finished speaking, he saw Chu Xin's brows furrowed instantly, and she grasped Qing Huan's wrist without hesitation.

Then, all the sounds in my ears began to blur.

The tearing feeling of the distorted spiritual consciousness came suddenly along with a strange buzzing sound!

Pass on!

Someone forced them to come here!

To be precise... it was the Fu girl Qingying who was summoned to Cuimu City in the Night Soul Country.

Almost subconsciously, Zhao Qing held the young lady's slender hand tightly on the spot, and Qingying just glanced around calmly with her beautiful eyes.

hum-

The study room illuminated by the dim evening sun seemed to become blurry, and then froze and shattered before my eyes in an instant!

This kind of transmission felt more direct and overbearing than before, and the methods and secret techniques used were also more crude, which led to such a shock.

next moment.

The sound of dripping water could be heard. In the dim hall, a man and a woman sat indifferently.

That unconcealed overwhelming pressure... The two Yuanying cultivators seemed to be overseas cultivators, and they were not from the Xia family.

In addition to Zhao Qing and the other three, there were still scattered cultivators who were being brought here one after another.

Many people were suddenly summoned to the hall and fell in panic. They could feel the pressure that was about to come at any time, and after the noise, there was only an eerie silence.

"Most of them are cultivators from Langfuya. The one with the anxious golden elixir is the Lord of Red Gold City..."

In Zhao Qing's Niwan, Qinghuan's little butterfly whispered something, saying that it was Chu Xin who secretly told Qinghuan through the baby.

He pondered for a moment and looked into the calm and beautiful eyes of his master beside him.

But the young lady's eyes were fixed on her own slender hand, indicating that her disciple was still holding her.

Zhao Qing withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, gently clenched it and smiled at his master.

Now that you've been taken away, we have to follow you, right?

Qingying saw Zhao Qing smiling at her, but she was neither angry nor upset.

She actually smiled casually, but her beautiful eyes seemed a little deep and mocking.

After all, my disciple is a man, and he has been aroused by me. I will just punish him a little later, it won’t be a big deal.

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