I Don’t Have Sex with My Sister

Shang Can crossed into this world.

She didn't know whether to call herself lucky or unfortunate. Let's just say she was unlucky. She was hit by a car while walking over there, but she was still able to travel here to live a lifetime. Luckily, as soon as she crossed over and opened her eyes, she was surrounded by broken walls and ruins. She was the only living person in a ten-mile radius, and her body that had become smaller for some reason might not even have been ten years old at that time.

If it wasn't for Mochizuki who was passing by and took it back to Lantau within a few days, Shang Can would have died again in the first month he passed through.

She is fortunate to have excellent qualifications, she can worship under the gate of Lantau, and the road of cultivation is smooth and smooth, and she has never encountered anything that can be called difficult. And then, and then and—

Shang Can opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, cold sweat all over his forehead.

She grabbed the bag by the bedside suddenly, reached in and rummaged for something, but suddenly stopped.

An exclusive item for the cultivator.

Boom.

"Hey—why haven't you gotten up yet? It's time—"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Ban Shao's voice came through the door. Shang Can closed his eyes slightly, took a breath, and calmed down.

She put on her kit again, turned over and got out of bed, and replied, "Come on."

Today is the start day of the Taoism meeting. The top and bottom of Yanyang are very lively. Shang Can and Ban Shao are walking on the street, listening to the "sword ornaments of the same style of Yunzhongjun" being greeted by various merchants. Or greetings such as "Qingyu Yushan Jun's personal inscription", which is full of opinions on this bustling scene.

"No wonder this Taoist conference does not restrict only cultivators to enter the venue to watch it. If it is so restricted, I have to make a lot of money?"

Ban Shao looked at the so-called talisman spirit stones now displayed at the stall that was a food stall a few days ago. Since the practice is for the sake of the common people, there is no reason for this kind of discussion to keep the common people out."

"I didn't see that you used an official tone to return a set of things, Shang-" Wan Shao swallowed the words abruptly and changed his words, "- Gong Shang."

"You can read it a few more times to remember it clearly, Zheng Yu."

'In order to get the lotus seeds of the heart, it is a bit difficult for us to grab them directly, but we can totally sneak in and win the leader by legitimate means. ’

In memory, Ban Shao looked serious and patted Shang Can's shoulder earnestly.

‘—From today, you are the palace merchant of Bi Cangmen, and I am the Zhengyu of Bi Cangmen. ’

Speaking of which, they also took advantage of the fact that there is no strong restriction on admission to the Taoist Conference. As one of the leaders of the Xiuxian sect, Tianwaitian is very tolerant of the requirements of the participants, and widely distributes receptions to many sects of various sizes. Except for age, which is a hard condition, there are no other conditions. The candidates to participate are determined by the sect.

And this Bi Cangmen is a small sect that received a reception. The ancestors who founded the mountain and established schools are still a little capable, but then they became weaker from generation to generation. Up to now, the entire sect has no name and does not communicate much with the outside world - naturally no one knows that it has actually been incorporated into the Biluo Huangquan Sect.

So the demon master of Biluo Huangquan waved his hand and brought two reception notes, and he was very loyal to accompany Shang Can, who was in urgent need of Taoxin lotus seeds, and took the names of the two disciples of Bi Cangmen. to Yanyang.

"Listen to Gongshang, we have all worked so hard to get to this point, this lotus seed must be ours."

It seemed that she had recited it a few times in her heart. This time, Ban Shao shouted smoothly, but her expression was very serious, not like she could make a joke, so Shang Can nodded in agreement. .

"Of course, all come."

Ignoring Ban Shao's indignant reprimand "Can you lift your spirits!", Shang Can absentmindedly looked into the distance, where he could already see the gate of the sky.

She has been searching for heart lotus seeds for nine years, I hope this is the last stop.

The whole way went smoothly to the foot of Tianwaitian, Wan Shao frowned and looked at the crowd of people in front of him, and couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "...this monk has come too much, so he should come here. Are you going to the fair?"

"At least one-third of them are ordinary people who come to watch the fun, and half of the remaining monks will be screened out today, even if they come to Yanyang to catch a fair."

After listening to Shang Can's words, Wan Shao glanced around again, and found that there was a big difference between monks and ordinary people. .

She slandered that they all looked the same, and couldn't help but look at Shang Can who was standing beside her with a scrutiny.

The other party is wearing her improved mask now, although it is not as ordinary as before, but it is only barely called beautiful. It's just that Shang Can was wearing a black robe today, which made him stand out among the light-colored monks.

Ban Shao looked at the pattern outlined by the red brocade silk on her hem, and sighed in a complicated mood: "...You really look like a magician today."

"A lot."

"Two hundred and forty-seventh...and two hundred and forty-eight."

Judging from the expression of the disciple, he obviously did not know that there was another Bi Cangmen, but he concealed his confusion very cultivated, and handed the two of them the waist with the number written on it. card, indicating that they enter the outer world.

"There will be two more hours before the end of admission. At that time, there will be a one-on-one test randomly selected among the participants of the Taoist conference. The two can first inject spiritual power into their waists. The card asks the heart. Only the monks who have passed the questioning and the competition are considered to have truly passed the test, and can get the qualifications to participate in the discussion of Taoism."

"Also, there is a spiritual enchantment in the sky, and private use of spells is not allowed except in the arena, please know."

After thanking him, the two walked into Tianwaitian, not following the crowd, just wandering around the door, admiring Tianwaitian's grand style that looked very rich and powerful.

"It's more stylish than when I came here to study abroad before. Can we Bi-Bicangmen also learn to practice like this?"

"Haha, no money at all."

After a few gags, Ban Shao consciously stood outside, protecting Shang Can by the wall like a Dharma protector, and raised his chin.

"Okay, go and ask about that, I won't join in the fun."

"Indeed, at your age, Zhengyu, even if you ask your heart, you will only be kicked out."

Seeing the blue veins protruding on Wan Shao's forehead, Shang Can smiled at her, holding his waist card, the golden aura flashed across his palm, and then his eyes darkened, his consciousness seemed to be weightless Falling down like a sky.

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Generally speaking, the role of asking heart is mostly to sharpen the disciple's Dao heart, and the threshold set by Tianwaitian is likely to include an examination of age, so as not to have older monks Fishing in troubled waters.

As a demon, Ban Shao's age is far beyond this limit, but the demonic aura that she took a lot of effort to cover up will have nowhere to hide. Therefore, she actually didn't have much room to do anything when she came to this seminar, she just came to join in the fun and bring Shang Can to protect the Dharma by the way.

Shang Can is no stranger to Wen Xin.

The larger the immortal gate, the stricter the discipline of the disciples. When it comes to Xianmen, the recognized leader of Xianmen in the Xiuxian world is Xianshan Qingyu in addition to Tianwaitian. Once they entered the world and were born, they are both famous signs in the world of immortals. They have always had a harmonious relationship.

Qingyu's inquiries are quite frequent, and it is stipulated that whenever the disciples make progress in their cultivation, they should go to Yaoguang Peak to inquire. Although Tianwaitian does not have as high a frequency as Qingyu Inquiry, the strictness of Tianwaitian Inquiry and the high threshold, it is normal to fail to pass the test. If you are lucky, you will only suffer some internal injuries, and if you are unlucky, your cultivation will even go backwards.

When Shang Can came to Tianwaitian for a study tour, she suffered a lot from her heart. But at that time, they used the lake "Qinglian", which is located in the outer and inner mountains, as a medium for inquiring minds. Presumably, the inquiring minds facing the applicants of the Taoism meeting are not the same as there, at least it will be much simpler.

Getting rid of the complicated thoughts in his head, Shang Can soon felt that he had fallen to the ground, and there was no longer darkness in front of him. eye.

Shang Can slowed down, opened his eyes slowly, and then calmly held his breath.

There is an endless white space around, as if there is a shimmering light everywhere, but you can't find the light source if you look closely. Right in front of her stood a huge mirror almost as tall as the two of hers, and there was nothing else in the entire space.

“…”

Shang Can's eyes flashed, she walked slowly to the mirror, and looked into the mirror lightly.

The person in the mirror also looked at her, with a familiar but slightly childish face, casually tying up her hair with a long long hair band, a pair of beautiful eyes that did not blink, her brilliance was restrained and seemed to be prosperous Looking at the mountains, seas and stars, a slight eyebrow raise brings out a bit of youthful spirit.

Shang Can coldly looked at the plain white brocade silk robe on which the person in the mirror was wearing, with shimmering silk threads vaguely delineating cloud patterns, which made her tall and slender.

She casually hung a sapphire card around her waist, and turned around slowly, with the two characters "Shang Can" clearly engraved on it.

“…ha.”

Shang Can tilted his head and looked at it for a long while, then suddenly smiled, he reached out his hand without hesitation to touch the cold mirror, and slipped from the corner of his eyes to his waist.

"One more sword, isn't it?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Shang Can felt an extra weight on her waist. She looked down and saw nothing, but she did indeed wear a sword in the mirror. A not-so-sophisticated red tassel hung on the hilt of the sword, swaying automatically without wind, Shang Can stretched out his hand to catch it, but only felt it tickling across the palm of his hand.

It's a woman.

The woman had long black hair, which flowed down from her shoulders as she walked. She wore the same white cloud pattern brocade robe as Shang Can, but it was more beautiful than Shang Can. The rules are pleasing to the eye. I just feel that she is as elegant and graceful as a beautiful jade, and she is as graceful as an immortal in the sky.

Position, the face that is all too familiar is as white as jade in memory, absolutely beautiful, and there is a round of light in the clear and cold ink-colored eyes, and it gently evokes after meeting the eyes of Shang Can in the mirror. lip corners.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

She sighed and closed her eyes, but she couldn't stop the soft call from the wind.

"Sister."

Wind...why is there wind?

Shang Can vaguely thought, not only the wind, but the surrounding space seems to be changing rapidly. The wind, mixed with the clear birdsong and the sound of the violin of Yuyinmu, and even the sound of a few endorsements, vaguely recited "Don't fight for the hot and cold".

Lantau disciples, don't fight for the hot and cold.

She recited it silently in her heart, opened her eyes, and finally took a deep look at the mirror.

Before his consciousness broke away from the question, Shang Can raised his head, watched the surrounding space gradually shatter, and sighed in a low voice.

"Not like."

"You've been asking for too long! If I hadn't been afraid of disturbing you, I'd have carried you away - change place first!"

“…what happened?”

The anxiety in Ban Shao's words was unusual, Shang Can frowned and took two steps with her strength, but the gate of Tianwaitian was very crowded for some reason, only the two of them had to go against the others Flow away, it is simply difficult.

“I&%#@—!”

“…There may be some problems with the Lantau candidates we inquired about earlier…that is…”

"Can you be louder—!"

The surrounding voices were really noisy, and Shang Can was caught in the crowd and couldn't hear what Ban Shao was saying. She had a bit of a problem with Xi Jie, and she became more and more impatient when she went back and forth. She turned her head and looked around, thinking whether it would be feasible to step on these people with light effort.

Just as she was concentrating on thinking that the head over there looks relatively flat and should be suitable for stepping on, a clear sword sound suddenly sounded at the gate of Tianwaitian behind her. The noise stopped abruptly.

The voice was terribly familiar.

Shang Can's mind suddenly exploded into a blank space, and Wan Shao's hands were even more anxious, and took advantage of this opportunity to drag her into the sky. Shang Can's temple jumped and hurt, and he was dragged and stumbled forward without any resistance, and slammed into the shoulder of a male cultivator. Shang Can was in pain, looked up subconsciously, but saw that the other party didn't care about her side at all, just continued to stretch his neck to look out, with undisguised surprise on his face, muttered.

"...As expected...beautiful flowers, separated by clouds."

Amid the muffled murmurs of the monks, the cold voice that I heard once when I was still asking my heart came through the crowd like a sharp arrow.

"On Taoism, can I still enter the hall now?"

"Yes, yes! Just in time!"

The disciple of Tianwai Tianshou suddenly came back to his senses, tremblingly stretched out his hand to take the reception note handed by the other party, his voice was a little sharp and nervous.

"No. 375, Lantau, Cloud!"

She didn't look back and staggered away.

The author has this to say:

I will try to use some beautiful poems to describe the beauty that I cannot write (the humble

When I wrote it myself, all I had in mind was the simple idea of ​​"Senior sisters and sisters are very good-looking", paralyzed