Record of the Goddess of Qingming

Chapter 1 That Year There Was a Girl

Ye Linyuan woke up in a quiet dark room, with a rusty sword beside him. 

Ancient bronze lamps are inlaid on the stone walls. The paintings on the walls are intricate and the painted strokes are well preserved and lifelike without any peeling. 

Dressed in white, he was as quiet and simple as a young boy, and his face was as beautiful as a girl in the dim stone room. 

He looked at the rusty, soulless, simple long sword in silence for a long time. Finally, he sighed: "He who envied the fish by the abyss was finally swallowed by the abyss." 

He pushed open the stone door and walked into the light. 

On this day, the mansion that had been sealed for five hundred years was finally opened. 

A breeze blew on my face, a little bit astringent and a little cold. 

The mountains and rivers gradually entered his heart. Five hundred years had been a big dream. He suddenly woke up and silently comprehended the insights gained from these five hundred years of seclusion. 

The mountain is very high, towering into the clouds. You can hear the chirping of birds and the sound of waterfalls and streams rushing through the clouds like broken jade. 

The young man looked at the stream flowing out from the stone wall, and looked at the deep white clouds, not knowing where to go. 

Thoughtful. 

He looked at his hands and smiled helplessly: "I have been practicing Taoism for five hundred years, and all my efforts are in the clouds?" After saying this, he began to cough continuously, and the sound of his coughing was out of place in the quiet valley. 

After coughing for a long time, he finally looked up at the green mountain hidden among the clouds. It was the mother peak of Chaoduan Peak, which was more majestic and towering than the sub-peak, and was lonely and green. 

His eyes were somewhat fanatical, somewhat bewildered, somewhat unwilling, and finally somewhat frightened. 

Five hundred years ago, he was at the peak of the Saint Realm. 

Finally, I got the chance and hope to reach a realm that no one in the world has ever reached. 

The gate at Chaoduan Peak was closed for 520 years. 

Now he is leaving early. 

But he found that his sea-like magical powers had completely disappeared. 

But my realm has risen greatly, and I am about to cross that threshold. 

Now my youthful appearance is the best proof. 

After tempering his body and soul, and removing all impurities, his body returned to its original state as a teenager. 

But what is the difference between having a realm without any power to display and being a useless person? 

He needed twenty years to sort out his problems. 

He walked slowly down the cliff. 

The cliffs are still there, and both the stone paths and the scenery are the same as they were five hundred years ago. 

But the world is not like mountains and rivers. The world is not just a monotonous replacement of mountains and rivers. The secular world has changed dramatically, and I don't know how far it has come. 

As he climbed down the stairs, he could actually clearly feel the spiritual energy slowly flowing into his empty sword embryo. 

It is like a stream flowing slowly into a dry and cracked seabed. Although it is just a drop in the bucket, as all rivers flow eastward to the sea, there will always be a day when it will be full. 

He slowed down his pace and began to deduce. 

Some people always compare the world to a chessboard. 

But human affairs are far more complicated than playing chess, and even the most proficient person in calculation and reasoning can only make an approximate calculation. 

His steps became slower and slower until he stopped. 

After leaving the restricted area set up by Chaoduan Peak, he heard someone talking. 

His deduction was abruptly interrupted by the voice, which made him a little irritated. 

Not far away, a woman was vaguely standing. Through the shadows of trees and flowers, the woman's black and white clothes still showed ancient style, like an elusive graceful figure between mountains and rivers. 

Ye Linyuan's body trembled slightly, he felt that this figure looked very familiar. 

While he was thinking, a man's voice interrupted his thoughts. 

"It's been five hundred years, is Fairy Pei still obsessed with it? These days I've been living at the foot of the mountain, and I often see Fairy Pei flying on a sword, wandering outside Chaoduan Peak. I admire her very much." 

Ye Linyuan then noticed that standing opposite the young woman was a skinny middle-aged man wearing a black and white Taoist robe. 

Fairy Pei...she is...Ye Linyuan's mouth curled up silently. He didn't expect that fate would be so coincidental. He just came out of retreat and met his first disciple, Pei Yuhan, who he had the highest hopes for five hundred years ago. 

Pei Yuhan said coldly, "What does my Sword Sect do have to do with your Yin Yang Pavilion?" 

The man sneered and said, "Fairy Pei is indeed the leader of the female swordsmen of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Nowadays, there are only a handful of women who dare to travel the world with swords on their backs." 

Pei Yuhan just said: "I hope you can still speak like this in twenty years." 

The man laughed wildly: "Twenty years? Do you think that person can really come out? Don't be silly, now the whole world knows, then..." 

Before he finished speaking, a sword light illuminated the green mountain. 

In just a moment, Pei Yuhan's sword tip was pressed against the man's throat. 

She said calmly: "If I hear you slandering my master again, I will kill you." 

The man was not moved at all. 

He said calmly: "Pei Yuhan, Pei Yuhan, although my realm is far inferior to yours, others may not know, but I know that you are just..." 

Suddenly, the Taoist from Yin Yang Pavilion looked stern, turned his head and looked into the forest, his eyes were as sharp as lightning: "Who is there?" 

Ye Linyuan was slightly shocked. He had just come out of retreat and had not yet mastered the Taoist method of concealing his aura, but he was discovered. 

Pei Yuhan also looked over here. Helplessly, Ye Linyuan had to slowly walk out of the forest. Looking at the two people in front of him, he thought for a moment, bowed and said, "Greetings, two immortals." 

Pei Yuhan looked at him who had already raised his head, frowned slightly, and asked: "Which sect's disciple are you from?" 

Ye Linyuan looked at this former disciple. She was so beautiful now, with a beautiful face, hair piled high, a wooden hairpin inserted diagonally, and a meticulous black and white sword outfit wrapped around her proud and upright figure. It was as if she was a sword standing in the forest, and all the mountains and rivers had lost their sharpness. 

He felt very pleased that his first disciple not only grew up to be more graceful, but also crossed the threshold of swordsmanship. 

It's a pity that I can't recognize him at this moment. 

Ye Linyuan looked at Pei Yuhan and said calmly: "I don't belong to any clan or sect. I am a bastard of the Lin family of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. My name is Lin Xuanyan." 

Five hundred years ago, in order to prevent various accidents, I had already laid many remedies. This identity was designed five hundred years ago. 

From then on, the powerful Ye Linyuan died, and the one who survived was the young man in white named Lin Xuanyan. 

Pei Yuhan looked at him and suddenly said, "Are you willing to practice with me and pursue the way of the sword?" 

Lin Xuanyan was shocked, thinking, is it so easy for his first disciple to accept a disciple? 

At this moment, the middle-aged man from the Yin Yang Pavilion laughed sharply: "I didn't expect that Fairy Pei is now so... so hungry that she will do anything? Hahaha, is it really impossible for your Sword Sect to recruit anyone? You want to take someone you just met on the street?" 

Pei Yuhan ignored his sarcasm and asked again: "Are you willing?" 

The man grinned and suddenly said, "Young Master Lin, please don't rush to agree. I am Ji Xiu, the fourth elder of Yin Yang Pavilion. Although my strength is not outstanding, my status in Yin Yang Pavilion is also extraordinary. Are you willing to follow me to practice in Yin Yang Pavilion?" 

Pei Yuhan's expression became fierce, and his eyes were like swords. 

The elder who called himself Ji Xiu said with a smile: "Why, Fairy Pei is unhappy? I, Ji Xiu, want to snatch the person from you." 

Ji Xiu continued, "You must know the status of our Yin Yang Pavilion in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, right? Now the sect of this Fairy Pei has long been in decline and can no longer support itself. Regardless of your talent or physique, joining the Sword Sect is a very bad choice." 

Lin Xuanyan wanted to tell him that he really didn't know. 

Pei Yuhan said coldly: "Ji Xiu, do you really think I dare not kill you?" 

Ji Xiu stretched his neck and sneered, as if to say, "Come on, come on!" 

In his mind, no young man in the Xuanyuan Dynasty could resist the temptation of becoming a disciple of the Yin Yang Pavilion, and this kind of bastard with only a body in his body was most thirsty for power. Now that he did not agree immediately, he probably just wanted to give this Xuanyuan Dynasty female swordsmanship leader some face. 

No matter what this person's qualifications are, Pei Yuhan can't take him away. This is clearly a way to suppress her. 

Pei Yuhan put away her sword and stood, looking at Lin Xuanyan. She herself had lost confidence and only let out a barely audible sigh. 

Just as she was about to ride the sword and leave, Lin Xuanyan suddenly looked at her and slowly said, "I'll go with you." 

Pei Yuhan's body trembled, and she looked at him in disbelief. 

Ji Xiu's eyes widened, and he looked at him like a madman and an idiot, as if this was the most unbelievable thing in the world. 

He was so angry that his face was distorted, and he couldn't help laughing, "Do you know what you missed?" 

He sneered again, "You are really stubborn. The Sword Sect is doomed to fail. It is like this today and it will be like this in twenty years. If you don't take the opportunity, I won't stop you if you want to die. Next time we meet, I will cut you into pieces with my own hands!" 

Lin Xuanyan ignored him and walked slowly to Pei Yuhan's side. At this moment, his young body could only reach Pei Yuhan's shoulders. The girl who he used to dote on and rub her head was actually taller than him. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable. 

He looked at Pei Yuhan and said, "Take me to the Sword Sect." 

... 

The Hangong Sword Sect is located in the southern part of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, built on the Guixue Peak, near the Moon Sea. 

This world is called Qiongming Realm, and is roughly divided into four factions: the continental dynasty section of the human world, and the Xuanyuan Dynasty. 

In the south, the Moon Sea circles around the city of Lost Day, which is the residence of the Silver Moon Elves. 

The Northern Territory has always been in chaos due to the divisions of the three major demon tribes. 

There is also a floating island that is above the human world and is home to the largest number of people who have ascended to the ninth realm. 

The Hangong Sword Sect was founded by Pei Yuhan and is one of the six major sects of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. 

Pei Yuhan didn't say much as she led Lin Xuanyan on the journey, she just told him some general information about the sect and matters that needed attention. 

Simple and trivial. 

The Hangong Sword Sect is very large, but once you enter the sect you will only feel the loneliness. 

The cold wind blew through his bones as he rode the sword all the way. Although Pei Yuhan had given him a lot of protection, his frail body was still invaded by the cold wind. 

He suddenly remembered that he had also led her to ride the sword in the same way, but he was not as meticulous as Pei Yuhan at that time. He froze her half to death while riding the sword all the way. The little girl was also very stubborn and didn't say a word all the way. 

Thinking of these old memories, he couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth. 

A sword light fell in front of Han Gong, clear and stunning. 

Pei Yuhan sheathed his sword. 

Lin Xuanyan raised his head, his eyes slowly moving upward until they fell on the two blue characters carved from cold jade: Cold Sword. 

The cold palace is quiet and beautiful. 

Pei Yuhan led him into the hall. 

The sky above the palace gate was filled with sword energy and cold light. If a novice saw such a fierce sword energy, he would definitely be overwhelmed. 

But Lin Xuanyan was surprisingly calm. 

The extremely beautiful girl, who was considered the leader of the Xuanyuan Dynasty's swordsmanship, looked at Lin Xuanyan and slowly said, "I don't know why you want to learn swordsmanship from me. Maybe it's because you love swords, or maybe it's just a momentary impulse and poor consideration. But no matter what the reason is, as long as you follow me into this door, you will be my disciple from now on. Your life will be closely related to the sword and become one with it. Are you willing?" 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her quietly, and was a little hesitant. 

Pei Yuhan sighed slightly and patted his shoulder: "It is really too difficult for you to make such a hasty decision so quickly. This is my fault. I don't blame you. If you regret it now, I can escort you down the mountain." 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "It's not because of this." 

Pei Yuhan frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue. 

Lin Xuanyan scratched his head for no reason, and even stammered, "I am willing to pursue the way of the sword, but...can I not call you Master?" 

The girl who used to cling to him and call him Master all the time, now he has to call her Master in return, and it is still difficult for him to adapt. 

Pei Yuhan asked in confusion: "Why?" 

Lin Xuanyan quickly made up an excuse: "I once had a master who taught me how to read and write, but he passed away years ago. I respect my master very much, and I don't want to find another master in the short term." 

Pei Yuhan looked at the corner of his eyes, and the two pairs of clear and beautiful eyes looked at each other. She seemed to be trying to determine whether Lin Xuanyan was lying. 

After a moment, she said quietly, "My condolences." 

As she said this, she turned around, took Lin Xuanyan's sleeve and walked into the Han Palace. 

Lin Xuanyan lifted his foot and stepped over the not-so-high threshold. 

With one step, he crossed the ninth realm of swordsmanship. He then naturally reached the first realm. 

For most ordinary people, the first realm is something they cannot cross in their entire lives. 

This is a gap between heaven and earth. 

But in his eyes at this moment, it was just a low threshold. 

Pei Yuhan didn't notice his change. 

After entering the Hanyu Palace, a pair of young men and women wearing plain sword robes and with heroic spirit walked up to Pei Yuhan and bowed: "Greetings, Master." 

These are the only two remaining disciples in this huge Hangong Sword Sect. 

Pei Yuhan introduced them briefly: "His name is Zhao Nian, he is your second senior brother. Her name is Yu Xiaotang, she is your senior sister. You are the third disciple of Han Palace." 

Lin Xuanyan was silent for a while, then said, "I haven't acknowledged you as my master yet." 

Just as the young man named Zhao Nian was about to speak, the pretty girl Yu Xiaotang angrily said, "What? You look down on our Sword Sect! Do you also want to practice those evil ways? Then don't come, there is a bright future out there." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the angry girl with puffed cheeks, and felt that she looked very much like Yu Han back then. He was not talkative to begin with, so he didn't know what to say for a moment. 

Pei Yuhan broke the awkwardness and said softly: "His name is Lin Xuanyan. He doesn't call me Master because of some hidden reason, not because he has any heretical views on the Sword Sect. You should get along well with each other in the future, and don't bully him. By the way, Xuanyan, follow me into the main hall later, and I will tell you the entry-level skills." 

During the conversation, a white flake slowly fell from the gray sky. 

The autumn wind has died down, and the trees are turning yellow. That is the first snow in early winter. 

Yu Xiaotang smiled and spread out her palms, biting her lips to catch a snowflake, which disappeared in an instant, but she still said happily: "It's snowing, it's snowing!" 

More and more snowflakes fell from the lead-gray clouds, drifting between the green mountains. 

Zhao Nian looked at the snowflakes in the sky and murmured, "It's the winter solstice." 

Pei Yuhan and Lin Xuanyan looked at the snow falling all over the sky, as if they were thinking about something in the past, and they were both silent. 

That winter...Lin Xuanyan suddenly smiled and spread his palms. 

Snowflakes fall on your palms. 

He closed his fingers and held the snow. 

At this moment, he entered the second phase of Kendo... 

"The sword path is the same as other paths. It is divided into nine realms. Every three realms are a threshold. If you reach the seventh realm or above, you can enter the floating island high above. Above the ninth realm is the realm of transformation. My current realm is the realm of transformation." The realm of transformation is the realm of a true grandmaster. No matter where you are, you are the supreme being who can establish a school. 

But Pei Yuhan was extremely calm when he said this. It was not false modesty, but true calmness. 

"Above the realm of transformation is the realm of sagehood." She paused. 

She added: "My master is a swordsman at the peak of the sage level." 

She was still very calm when she said this. 

But Lin Xuanyan could see that she was pretending to be calm. 

Lin Xuanyan deliberately asked: "Excuse me, where is your master now?" 

Pei Yuhan looked at him with a very strange look. 

There was a hint of pride in her tone: "Everyone in the world knows that my master is Ye Linyuan. Five hundred years ago, he was the most talented swordsman in the entire continent. Five hundred years ago, my master got the opportunity of the Great Dao and went into seclusion at Chao Duan Peak. When I saw you at Chao Duan Peak, I thought you knew about my master." 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "I was born in a poor and remote place, so I don't know." 

Pei Yuhan just said: "Master is the person I respect the most." 

Lin Xuanyan thought it was both interesting and cute. 

He wanted to tell her that he was her most respected master, Ye Linyuan. 

Then he rubbed her head lovingly as he did before. 

But due to many considerations, he retracted his slightly moving fingers. 

Pei Yuhan looked at Lin Xuanyan and said, "Now I will teach you the basics of Han Gong swordsmanship. You must write it down immediately." 

"Yeah. OK." 

Pei Yuhan continued: "It's easy to remember the formula. But it's very difficult to really cross that threshold and enter the realm. If you can't enter a realm in three months, then you basically have no chance of becoming a swordsman. At that time, it's up to you to decide whether to come or go." 

Lin Xuanyan nodded and said only one word: "OK". 

After leaving Hanyu Palace, Yu Xiaotang came up to him, looked him up and down, and said, "Little Junior Brother, you are quite good-looking." 

Lin Xuanyan did not refute what his junior brother said. He had heard too many compliments five hundred years ago, but now being praised by a young girl was a bit novel. 

Yu Xiaotang poked him and said in dissatisfaction: "Your senior sister is talking to you. How dare you ignore her?" 

Lin Xuanyan had no choice but to say: "I know I'm pretty." 

He doesn't like to talk, so he's not very good at interacting with people. 

Yu Xiaotang opened her eyes wide. Her eyes were very dark but very clean, like new ink from an inkstone, making people unable to help but look at them again and again. 

"Wow, Junior Brother, I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic." 

"..." 

Yu Xiaotang patted her newly grown chest and said, "You can ask me any questions you have. If you are bullied down the mountain, I can avenge you." 

Lin Xuanyan did have many questions. For example, the one he wanted to ask the most was, why did the sword art that was the most glorious five hundred years ago decline to this point? 

But he didn't say anything in the end. He just said, "Thank you, Senior Sister." 

Although those problems were big ones, they were not important to him who had already reached the level of half-step invisible swordsmanship. 

No matter what earth-shaking changes may have taken place in the past five hundred years, as long as he endures for twenty years, he will be able to revive the way of the sword. 

only... 

Looking at the falling snow, he suddenly missed his fiancée. 

Xia Qianzhen, the Saintess of Fuyu Divine King Palace. 

Five hundred years, are you okay? 

The snow at the entrance of the palace was falling higher and higher. 

The whiteness covered the distant mountains and nearby trees, and gradually piled up on the already snow-white bricks and tiles. 

From a distance, it looks like a cold and secluded palace. 

In the only color between heaven and earth, Pei Yuhan stood in the wind and snow wearing a red cloak with white velvet edges. She did not use her magic power to block the snowflakes, but let them fall on her sharp shoulders and wet her long dark hair. 

Like small flowers on a waterfall, or like plum petals under the starry sky. 

A black and white sword light bloomed beside her, and thousands of sword lights flashed in the cold palace. Those black and white sword lights seemed to be the skirt fluttering on her lapels and the way her eyes looked down at the world. 

The scattered snowflakes are also illuminated by black and white. 

Lin Xuanyan stood in front of the hall, and suddenly turned around to stare. The sword lights in the sky illuminated his eyes. If he had been in the past, he would have felt that the sword lights were too weak, the way of breathing sword energy was too simple, and the speed of swinging the sword was not sharp enough. 

But at this moment he just felt that it was beautiful, just like the girl wielding the sword. 

Zhao Nian appeared behind him without him noticing, patted his shoulder and said, "It looks good, doesn't it?" 

Lin Xuanyan looked at him calmly: "It looks good." 

Zhao Nian slowly said, "I don't know who you are, whether you are an undercover sent by a sect, but if you dare to harm Master, I will kill you with my own hands." 

Lin Xuanyan ignored him and slowly left the main hall. 

The next month passed peacefully and simply, and he no longer needed to practice swordplay. 

He had practiced swordplay so many times, swinging the sword more than a million times in the previous day. 

Every trajectory and way of moving qi is already well known by heart. 

For him, practicing swordplay is more meaningful than daydreaming. 

Pei Yuhan has been teaching them swordsmanship carefully for the past month. Zhao Nian has a high level of comprehension and learns swordsmanship very quickly. 

Yu Xiaotang is not inferior, but this little girl is a little restless. 

Lin Xuanyan's performance has always been tepid. He wields the sword beautifully, but Yu Xiaotang always mocks him for being a show-off. 

But on this day, Pei Yuhan did not teach them to practice swordsmanship. The snow in Han Palace had not stopped yet, and the sky and the earth were still covered with a light color. 

Lin Xuanyan casually spread out the book "The Principles of Sword Qi" that he had compiled when he was young on the table. The book was written very simply, but the content was not simple. 

But no matter how simple it was, he didn't want to see it. 

Because he remembered every word in the book, even the height of the strokes. 

After getting bored, he opened the small wing and paced around the cold palace according to his feeling. 

The night grew darker and the snow thicker. 

He looked at the snow illuminated by the moonlight, and suddenly raised his head to look at those beautiful buildings, his expression somewhat dazed. 

He discovered a problem that he had never thought about before. He was lost. 

Before I knew it, I arrived in front of a palace. 

There was a faint glow of fire in the palace. He stopped and looked at the two words "Bi Luo" engraved on the palace. Then he realized that this was Yu Han's bedroom. 

Lights were dancing in the Biluo Palace, illuminating the dim yellow color. 

He walked to the door of the palace and finally stopped. He heard a strange sound. He was a little unsure, so he walked to the door and listened carefully. 

After a month of training, although his magic power was still low, he was able to conceal his aura with his extremely high realm. 

He heard faint moaning sounds coming from the room. 

He suspected that he had heard wrongly. 

This is Biluo Palace, so it is naturally Pei Yuhan's voice. 

The sound was very low and shallow, like water flowing quietly under rocks in a stream, or snow falling silently on Jianping. 

But he could hear it clearly, very distinctly, like thunder blasting in his ears, because he could also hear the man's voice. 

He listened carefully to the noises in the room, his face turning slightly pale. 

This was the first time he felt his Dao heart shaken since he came out of retreat. 

He quickly calmed down, stretched out his hand in front of the door, and tried to push it open, but stopped. After struggling for a long time, he finally pushed the door open a crack. 

The bright and quiet lights fell on the snow with the faint moaning sound, appearing even clearer. 

The moaning sound was extremely pleasant, and anyone who heard it would have wild thoughts. 

But he was a little irritated. 

Just as he was hesitating whether to push the door open a little more, he suddenly heard a series of clapping sounds, the sound of flesh colliding. As the clapping sounds became more intense, the moans that were originally just low became much more rapid. Although it was still obvious that he was deliberately suppressing it, he could no longer hold it back. 

Who is playing tricks on his first disciple in there? 

It stands to reason that Pei Yuhan should have been clear-minded by now. How could worldly desires affect her? 

He couldn't suppress his strong curiosity, and slowly pushed the door forward, which had been opened a little. His vision became wider and wider. Fortunately, the Biluo Palace was not big, and he could almost see half of the structure of the palace after pushing the door a quarter of the way open. 

The first thing that caught my eye was the screen illuminated by the lights. The screen was as thin as a veil and was divided into four parts. One part was painted with a crane holding a flower, one part was painted with a fairy washing a veil, one part was painted with a phoenix and auspicious clouds, and one part was painted with an immortal washing a sword. 

The paintings on the screen are extremely delicate and charming. 

But his eyes did not look at those patterns. His eyes fell on the swaying figure on the screen. On the screen illuminated by the figure, there was a man standing upright, and behind the beautiful couch, there was also a shadow of a woman with half of her body exposed. 

The candlelight flickered slightly, and the shadow projected on the window like a shadow play kept shaking with the sound of flesh colliding and the woman's sweet gasps. 

The man kept thrusting his body in and out of the woman beneath him. 

"Pei Yuhan, you are the top swordsman in this state, how can you be so weak? I just moved a few times and you already have so much fluid flowing out? The so-called Hangong Swordsman, it seems that you are just a name in vain, in the end you are just a bitch for men to fuck." The man laughed strangely. 

Yuhan...it was Yuhan, the one lying on the couch and getting fucked was Yuhan. 

The voice sounded familiar. After a while, he suddenly felt dizzy. Wasn't that the voice... 

Pei Yuhan said coldly: "Ji Xiu, what exactly did your Pavilion Master ask you to discuss? Well...if there is something serious, you should talk about it first. It won't be too late to do the rest later." 

That person turned out to be the middle-aged man Ji Xiu whom I met at the foot of the mountain that day. 

How could a vulgar person like Ji Xiu be worthy of Yu Han? If Yu Han said a few more words to him, he would feel it was a defilement. But at this moment, Yu Han was being toyed with by such a man, and he was even going in and out of her vagina? 

What is the reason? 

Ji Xiu laughed strangely and said, "I don't like the way you talk. You still don't understand your current position in the Xuanyuan Dynasty and your own situation. If you still want to keep the Sword Sect, you should serve me well and stop being so cold." 

After saying this, he increased the force of his thrusts, and the entire bed was shaken by his thrusts, making creaking sounds. 

At this time, Lin Xuanyan had already walked into the house. He quietly closed the door and went behind the screen. 

The room was decorated simply and exquisitely. Incense was burning on the black jade desk. The room was illuminated only by five uniformly shaped bronze lamps in the shape of maids holding cups. The candlelight flickered slightly, carrying a lot of warm fragrance. In front of the window hung a bamboo curtain with a simple pattern. The bamboo curtain was generally illuminated by the firelight, casting mottled light. The light fell on the bookshelf, as beautiful as snowflakes. 

Lin Xuanyan then discovered that the structure of this room was exactly the same as his own bedroom back then. 

But he didn't have the energy to think too much, because the noise in the room became more and more intense, even he was blushing. 

He tried to calm down, and with his realm, he bypassed the screen and finally got rid of the screen's sight and saw a scene that he would never forget. 

What caught my sight were two white bodies. 

The man who kept rushing forward with his back to him was Ji Xiu whom he saw at the foot of the mountain that day! 

His back blocked the beauty in front of him, and he could only see two slender, tight but apart legs beside the sandalwood bed, and the slightly curled crystal toes. The legs twitched slightly as Ji Xiu thrust vigorously, and the snapping sounds made him unable to ignore them no matter what. 

Ji Xiu held the beautiful woman's round and plump buttocks with both hands, grinning and said: "Weren't you very proud when I saw you at the foot of the mountain that day? And you pointed your sword at me? What? Where is your pride now? Are you so happy that you can't even speak?" 

The beautiful female swordsman beneath him made a humming sound. She had spent the first half of her life lying on a fragrant couch. Her black and white sword outfit had long been stripped off and hung on a rack beside her. Pei Yuhan's voice did not have much ups and downs. Even though she was being fucked until she was wet, she still responded coldly: "Don't talk nonsense." 

Ji Xiu's body stiffened slightly, and he seemed a little unhappy. 

He raised his hand high and brought it down heavily on the snow-white buttocks. 

Lin Xuanyan could not see the details of this scene, but he heard a very crisp sound of a palm hitting a buttock and Pei Yuhan's low gasp. The blow was a bit heavy, and it seemed that a light red palm print should have been left on her buttocks. 

Ji Xiu said angrily: "I don't like the tone of your voice when you talk to me. Do you really think you are still that fairy? Your pussy has been played with by so many people and you still dare to be so arrogant? Who are you putting up this memorial arch for? You are not putting it up for your stupid master who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead? Hiss..." 

Ji Xiu suddenly took a breath and made a very comfortable sound: "I didn't expect that your vagina would tighten when your master was mentioned? If he really came out of seclusion in twenty years and saw his favorite disciple like this now, I wonder what he would think?" 

Pei Yuhan clutched the bed sheet tightly with both hands. She gritted her teeth and responded: "Shut up! You..." 

"Snap, snap, snap" 

Ji Xiu raised his hand and slapped her buttocks three times, muffling the rest of her words. 

He laughed loudly and said, "What female sword fairy? Isn't it her destiny to be fucked and played with? Hurry up and scream for me to hear, or I will beat your ass to pieces today." 

Ask her to moan and groan actively, she will definitely be unwilling to do so. 

How could Yu Han agree to such an impolite request? 

But what Lin Xuanyan didn't expect was that, in just a moment, Pei Yuhan really made two very pleasant calls, which sounded somewhat deliberate and unfamiliar. 

But when Ji Xiu heard it, it instantly ignited all his desires like dry firewood. 

He let out a strange cry. 

Suddenly speeding up the amplitude and strength of the thrusts! 

The force is so strong that it sinks deeply into the ground. 

As he thrust in and out, Lin Xuanyan could even hear the sound of water splashing where their bodies met! 

"I'm going to fuck you to death, you bitch fairy!" Ji Xiu's body was slightly twisted, and his thigh muscles suddenly tensed. It was obvious that he was also at the peak of his climax, and his body was shaking with the thrusting. 

Pei Yuhan's cute and graceful toes curled up tightly after being whipped, showing that she was also being fucked to the point of ecstasy. 

"Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..." Pei Yuhan gritted her teeth tightly, not letting herself scream. 

Ji Xiu suddenly grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. Pei Yuhan's legs were suddenly spread apart. She was already on the verge of climax and her body was suddenly played with like this. She screamed out. 

After that moan, Ji Xiu held up her legs with both hands, almost stretching them into one, so that the pink and tender vagina was completely exposed in front of him. 

Once Pei Yuhan opened her mouth, it was very difficult for her to close it again. It was like a dam being breached by a flood. She could no longer control herself and made many cries that were unclear whether they were of pleasure or pain. 

After pumping for dozens of times, Ji Xiu reached the climax. He trembled and said, "I'm going to cum inside!" 

Pei Yuhan had no strength to stop herself. She was already engulfed by the overwhelming lust and sweat was dripping all over her body. 

Where is there any trace of the Sword Immortal of the Cold Palace? 

Ji Xiu bombarded the snow-white buttocks wildly, and suddenly stopped his body, pressing himself tightly against Pei Yuhan's body. Pei Yuhan's soft buttocks were tightly squeezed, and his penis and Pei Yuhan's honey hole were tightly fused together. 

"Ah... let go... um... ah... don't..." Pei Yuhan had been fucked so hard that she could hardly speak. Her legs were put down and she lay weakly on the bed, looking like she was lying on her side. 

At this moment, Lin Xuanyan had already hidden in the dark behind the bookcase to watch this live pornographic scene. From his current perspective, he could see Pei Yuhan turning sideways, and even the bright red buds on her upright chest. 

Ji Xiu pulled out his penis panting, and the snow-white semen slowly overflowed from her pink vagina, looking lewd. 

Pei Yuhan's buttocks were also covered with scarlet slap marks. She was already limp and powerless, but she still tried to prop herself up with her elbows and slowly said, "Why did you come here today? What did your leader want you to tell you?" 

Ji Xiu, who had just finished enjoying himself, ignored her and just exclaimed in admiration: "Fairy Pei's pussy is really tight. It's a pity to use her good body to practice swordsmanship now. Why not..." 

Pei Yuhan said coldly: "I don't have time to talk to you about this." 

Ji Xiu angrily spanked her buttocks and said fiercely: "Don't talk to me in that tone." 

Pei Yuhan groaned in pain, but her expression remained cold. 

Ji Xiu sneered: "It's no big deal. Isn't it a big deal that I want to fuck your pussy?" 

Pei Yuhan looked at him coldly without saying a word. 

Ji Xiu then said, "Okay, okay, our Pavilion Master asked me to come here to give you this." 

As he spoke, he took out something like a letter from his bosom and handed it to Pei Yuhan, "This is what our Pavilion Master fought for you, but whether you can save the Sword Sect depends on you." 

Pei Yuhan's voice finally softened: "Thank your Pavilion Master for me." 

Ji Xiu's eyes kept wandering on this naked body. Pei Yuhan's face was known as one of the four great beauties of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and now she looked even more beautiful. 

I just want someone to hold me down and love me. 

Pei Yuhan naturally knew what he meant, but she said: "It's getting late today, you should go back early to report. Yuhan still has some other things to do." 

Ji Xiu snorted coldly: "If the Pavilion Master hadn't given me other instructions, I would really like to fuck you all night. If I don't fuck you until you beg for mercy, I will give up all my life's cultivation." 

Pei Yuhan ignored his obscene words and just said, "Yuhan won't see you off." 

Ji Xiu laughed obscenely, and he reached out his hand to touch Pei Yuhan's soft and firm breasts, and pinched the buds on her breasts with his fingers. He sneered, "Fairy Pei... We have a long way to go in the future." 

... 

It was not until Ji Xiu left that Pei Yuhan put on a single piece of clothing. She turned her head towards a corner in the darkness and said calmly, "Come out." 

Lin Xuanyan sighed. His current mana was indeed far from enough to prevent a powerful person in the Transformation Realm from detecting his aura. 

He walked out of the shadows and looked at the beautiful girl being wantonly played with by the lowly man from Yin Yang Pavilion. At this moment, he found it difficult to reconcile her appearance with that of his apprentice from five hundred years ago. 

He wanted to ask why, but he didn't know how to start. 

Pei Yuhan was wearing a single layer of clothing but hadn't buttoned up yet, so her flat belly and the tip of her soft chest could be seen. 

Pei Yuhan buttoned up her clothes to hide the beauty inside, while looking at Lin Xuanyan, she asked, "Did you see everything?" 

Lin Xuanyan took one last look at the messy lower body that was still oozing with semen, lowered his eyelashes, and retracted his gaze. He looked at Pei Yuhan and said, "I said I didn't see it, do you believe me?"