These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"You unfilial disciple, I'm severing our master-disciple relationship!"

Lu Qingyan shouted without any confidence.

The response I received was...

"Then let me be Lu Qingyan's master."

Damn it! That little bastard!

How could I have raised such a rebellious brat!

The woman, cursing and thinking these words, slowly walked towards the suspension bridge.

She sat in her boudoir without even realizing it, waiting.

Today isn't over yet, and we're already waiting for tomorrow's arrival.

Lu Qingyan was naturally conflicted; her heart wasn't easily swayed.

Her mentor's words still echoed in her ears, and she dared not forget the mission of Xiaoyuan Peak for a moment. However, when that young man proved that he had his own methods in this way, she couldn't help but have some wild thoughts.

Wei Tu...in the end, he wouldn't harm himself, but...what exactly does he intend to do?

Does he... want me, or did he just say something wrong?

The woman, her mind in turmoil, sat there from day to night.

Looking at the clear, cold moon, her flawless face showed less weariness and more charm.

"Tonight is so long."

-

When Wei Tu returned to the Medicine King Pavilion, only the little fox was perched on the windowsill, wagging its tail and licking its dark paws.

"Wei Xiao Er~"

When the little fox saw the boy arrive, it wagged its tail. It wasn't that it liked Wei Tu that much, but seeing Wei Tu was like seeing all sorts of fragrant dishes.

It smells so good!

My mouth is practically watering.

Wei Tu looked at the little fox with annoyance.

Wipe your drool.

"Slurp~ There's no drool here, don't talk nonsense, I'm a proper little fox, I don't drool."

"Alright, alright, where's your master?"

"Master is going to sleep~"

"Oh."

Wei Tu walked inside.

The little fox followed, step by step.

"Wei Xiaoer, aren't you hungry?"

"Are you hungry now?"

"We're not hungry. It's just that you've been playing so hard, and we're worried you might be hungry."

"Oh, I only used two swords, it wasn't hard at all."

Damn it, he got away with it.

The little fox stood there sullenly, watching the boy walk into Mu Xitong's room without any hindrance.

"Master... we can't just give this peach blossom spirit away for nothing... we have to at least trick her into giving us some food!"

The little fox prayed silently.

Since Wei Tu started staying here temporarily, Mu Xitong has returned to her room, which she hadn't been to in a long time, and no longer sleeps outside as casually as before.

Wei Tu pushed open the door and went inside.

The air was filled with a rich fragrance belonging to Mu Xitong, just like the maple leaves of the Medicine King Pavilion, which were gradually turning red and always had their own unique color.

Autumn is also its season.

Wei Tu saw the woman lying on her side on the bed, only covered by a thin blanket, which could not hide her full and soft figure at all.

One of her long, fair legs was slightly revealed, the thigh with a delicate sheen, the inside of the skirt a milky white color.

Her fair breasts rose and fell with her shallow breaths and the pressure of her arms, and both the deep cleavage that seemed to be able to bury a head in, and the soft, fragrant flesh on both sides, were extremely tempting.

Wei Tu's steps did not falter for a moment.

He walked over, and as if not giving the sleeping Mu Xitong any reaction, sat down on the edge of her bed and reached out his hand.

"Snapped."

Then she grabbed it with her hand.

Wei Tu looked at her suddenly opened, languid eyes, blinked, and showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

"What do you want to do?"

Mu Xitong asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I want to wake up Sister Xitong."

Wei Tu said this.

"Oh……"

"What do you think, Sister Xitong?"

Mu Xitong glanced at the boy whose eyes were darting around, his gaze so mischievous, yet his expression remained completely serious.

She gracefully turned over, but the blanket 'accidentally' slipped to the floor.

Her alluring and graceful body was displayed before the young man's eyes.

"Aren't you going to help my sister clear her meridians?"

A tender voice is the most alluring invitation. PS: Requesting monthly votes. I suggest that any capable person directly buy 51% of SF's shares and give them to me, thank you.

48 disciples will teach you swordsmanship.

"Hmm... Fusion Realm... Grade Three? Push harder, didn't you eat?"

"Third rank..."

"Ah...it's so hot. You're kidding me. Yuan Jiacao's move is called the Moon-Slaying Sword. How could anyone below his level possibly block it when he goes all out?"

"Sister Xitong, what you said hurt me."

"Calling you 'sister' while touching you so enthusiastically, huh?"

"This is about clearing the meridians, not touching."

"Hmm...you suppressed your realm...if you were hiding your strength, you shouldn't have broken his Moon-Slaying Sword with two sword strikes. That would have meant all your efforts to conceal it were in vain."

Her robe was half undone.

The woman's clothes slipped limply off her shoulders, revealing her delicate skin. From behind, the front of her dress had fallen so low that her close-fitting bra was visible.

It's like the soft embrace of clouds around the snow-capped peaks.

The delicate skin, with its translucent color, reveals a few faint blue veins, as if giving the painting a vibrant life.

What shape would it take if I kneaded it?

Was the image of her body trembling slightly as she swayed real?

The fragrance wafting from the waves of creamy pink waves... could it be like milk?

Wei Tu was unaware that he was now like a curious child, with many questions swirling in his mind.

"Um... I know that, but it's okay, Sister Xitong, don't worry."

"You think you're worthy of my worry?"

Mu Xitong snorted coldly, then suddenly and unconsciously opened her red lips.

"Ah~" A breathtaking moan, a soft sound that even the most wanton girls in a brothel couldn't utter, burst from her lips.

The woman, whose skin was already flushed and even sweating profusely, quickly frowned.

"You naughty little brother... teasing your sister?"

Wei Tu, who was standing behind with an innocent look on his face and his hands placed properly on the woman's shoulders, said softly, "What do you mean? It's just that there's a block of ice in your meridians, so I had to increase the pressure."

"Is this how you increased the intensity?"

Despite Wei Tu's seemingly logical and well-founded arguments, Mu Xitong understood the situation perfectly.

Just now, there was a distinctly hot aura rushing in from the acupoint, like a blazing iron rod, fiercely stabbing a certain meridian below the spine.

The most sensitive and vulnerable spot was so violently struck that Mu Xitong almost lost control instantly.

Even their breaths sounded rich and thick.

Wei Tu slowed down the flow of his true energy.

He said softly, "Unblocking requires a balance of relaxation and speed, varying depths and paces. It's essentially the same as swordsmanship..."

At this point, Wei Tu paused, because he suddenly realized that if he really did teach Lu Qingyan swordsmanship...

This is something I shouldn't think about too much; if I do, I'll be in trouble.

With her red lips slightly parted and even her tongue trembling slightly, Mu Xitong spoke with somewhat heavy breathing.

"Is this swordsmanship...?"

"Otherwise what?"

"You naughty brat, trying to trick your sister into saying something weird?"

"That's not what I meant at all. Sister Xitong is overthinking it."