Full-time Swordsman

"Bad disciple! You are so naughty. You dare to mess around in a meeting?"

Lin Jichen was secretly teasing Leng Feiyan.

Suddenly, Leng Feiyan's voice rang in his ears, even though the other party was not talking to him.

Lin Jichen, an old man, immediately understood that it was the sound transmission technique. This kind of small magic was too childish for a strong man.

Lin Jichen could also communicate with Leng Feiyan through his mind.

"Master, I just miss you too much. When will this end? Let's have a good talk in private~"

Leng Feiyan looked calm on the surface, still the majestic and cold head, but her heart had already been rippled, like a girl who had just fallen in love.

"It should take a while. You can say whatever you want now."

"I don't want to. This can only be said when Master and I are alone in private, and... I have to hug Master to say it."

Leng Feiyan couldn't help it after all, and her cheeks flushed again.

A relatively young male elder from the outer hall was reporting the situation. When he saw Leng Feiyan's blushing and shy expression, a fantasy picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

A bold guess appeared in his mind. Could it be that the headmaster... fell in love with him?

When the male elder thought of this, he was so excited that he could hardly speak clearly, and he stammered.

In his heart, he was already wondering whether he had won the favor of the headmaster, and from then on he would soar to the sky, rise to prominence, and eat soft rice...

However, Leng Feiyan was annoyed when she saw his expression. She glared at him and said, "If you can't report, don't waste everyone's time. The position of elder should be abdicated and let the wise go out!"

The male elder was so scared that he trembled all over, as if he had lost his parents, and he retreated with a sad face. After he went out, he slapped himself twice, telling him to daydream!

In the hall, you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere froze. Everyone didn't know why the headmaster was angry.

But the headmaster was angry, the problem was serious, and everyone became more honest.

"Stinky disciple, if you keep talking nonsense, I will punish you!"

Leng Feiyan sent a message to Lin Jichen again, her tone was shy and angry, seemingly threatening, but more like a spoiled child, completely different from before.

"Disciple knows his mistake, I will dare to do it again next time." Lin Jichen teased, not afraid at all.

Just kidding, he has already confirmed the relationship with the master secretly, hugged and kissed, even the little sister was exposed, and he is still afraid of being punished by the master for such a small matter.

"Humph, stinky disciple~"

Leng Feiyan had no choice but to spit.

A serious meeting was being held in the hall, and no one knew that Leng Feiyan was secretly talking about love with his beloved disciple.

Not to mention, in this environment, both of them had an inexplicable stimulation, which made their love stronger. They wished to disband the meeting now so that they could go to the world of two people.

"Master, the Winter Festival is coming soon. Will the sect still hold the Winter Festival as before?" An elder stood up and asked.

Leng Feiyan regained his composure again, nodded slightly, and said: "Well, let's do it as usual, but this year our sect has recruited a large number of new disciples, so the festival will be given to those new disciples. It can also be regarded as a celebration for the new disciples."

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Jichen was not unfamiliar with the Winter Festival.

The Winter Festival is an important festival in the Eight Desolate World, similar to the Spring Festival in real China.

Every time this festival comes, the sect will hold a festival, taste tea and discuss Taoism, communicate with each other, and hold programs, just like a tea party, so that the sect disciples can have a happy holiday.

After a lot of affairs were dealt with, the sect meeting was over.

"Okay, the meeting is over, elders, let's disperse."

Leng Feiyan stood up and said casually.

All the elders got up and left. Soon, only Lin Jichen and Leng Feiyan were left in the Sword Palace Hall.

Lin Jichen looked at Leng Feiyan with fiery eyes.

Leng Feiyan felt weak and fluttering under his gaze.

"That... I am a little tired. I will go back to rest. Disciple... you are not allowed to follow me. Go and practice."

After Leng Feiyan finished speaking, she ran away.

How could Lin Jichen agree to this? He once again violated the woman's will, oh no, he violated the master's will, and followed the master all the way to the bedroom.

"I told you not to follow me. Why didn't you listen?" Leng Feiyan said shyly.

Lin Jichen said openly: "I have a question about cultivation that I don't understand, so I came here."

How could Leng Feiyan not know that he was talking nonsense? She rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and said, "What's the question?"

"Oh, I just want to ask, what kind of rouge does Master use on his lips?"

"Ah? Master has never used rouge." Leng Feiyan was stunned and replied.

"Then why does Master's mouth smell so good, and why does it make me so addicted?" Lin Jichen asked with a smile.

Leng Feiyan was instantlyHer pretty face flushed, and she raised her hand to hit him.

But Lin Jichen grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Just as Lin Jichen was about to do it, Leng Feiyan covered his mouth with her jade hand, not giving him a chance to get close.

"You...rebel...rebel disciple...don't even think about succeeding again..." Leng Feiyan's face was as red as peach blossoms, and she was shy.

Lin Jichen didn't care, he pulled Leng Feiyan's jade hand away and was going to continue.

"Wait...wait..." Seeing this, Leng Feiyan knew that if she didn't satisfy this bad disciple today, she would definitely not be able to escape.

"What's wrong, Master? Let's talk after we kiss."

"No, you have to promise me one thing, and then I will... agree to you." Leng Feiyan said with a flushed face.

"Just say it, not just one thing, but ten thousand things. As long as it's Master's order, I will obey! Of course, except for the request that I can't kiss Master."

Leng Feiyan was so angry that she laughed. She bit her red lips lightly, raised her pink fist and hit him, and said coquettishly: "Then you promise me that you will perform a show at the Winter Festival."

"Ah? I perform a show?"

"Yes."

"No, I don't have any talent, Master." Lin Jichen smiled bitterly. How can Master still have this habit? He just likes his boyfriend to show up outside?

The key is that he really doesn't have any talent. What should he do? Can he recite a poem or sing a song on the stage?

With his tone-deaf condition, forget it.

"Master, don't care. If you don't agree, you are not allowed to kiss me~" Leng Feiyan said coquettishly.

"Okay, I agree."

"Really? Then you must perform a show that satisfies your master."

"No problem!"

Lin Jichen agreed readily. At this time, he was horny, so he didn't care about anything else. He just dealt with it first.

Leng Feiyan was satisfied, but the next second, Lin Jichen's face came up.

Then her delicate lips were blocked.

"Hmm~"

Leng Feiyan instantly collapsed, moaned, leaned in Lin Jichen's arms, and closed her eyes.

She didn't know where to put her hands, so she could only nervously grab the corner of Lin Jichen's clothes and obediently accept her beloved disciple's domineering and skilled kissing skills.

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