The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The cold wind blew on the face of the cold moon.

Zhao Linger was wearing a simple dress.

She carefully held a lacquer plate with a bowl of carefully prepared spiritual soup in her hands.

This bowl of spiritual soup used various precious natural materials and treasures, exuding an alluring aroma that made people salivate.

She walked briskly through the front hall and walked towards the backyard.

The spiritual soup in the plate swayed gently with her steps.

When she came to the backyard, Zhao Linger stopped and was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of her.

But the noble and peerless fairy Zhixue in the sect was seen wearing a thin and transparent gauze. The texture of the dress was soft and seemed to be there and not there, outlining her graceful figure vaguely.

She was like a blooming snow lotus, pure and elegant, bright and beautiful.

The fairy lay on her side, and her sleeping posture was like an arhat.

Her right hand was raised and supported on the side of her head. The lines of her arm were soft and beautiful, like a jade sculpture.

Her two long legs, as white as snow, overlapped, making her look more slender and straight.

Her sleeping posture was dignified and elegant, and revealed a hint of laziness and charm, like a beautiful painting that people couldn't bear to disturb.

"Ling'er..." Song Zhixue, who was lying on her side on the couch, opened her cherry lips and uttered a low voice.

The voice was cold and gentle, just like raindrops falling on a jade plate, crisp and pleasant.

This cold and beautiful voice instantly pulled Zhao Ling'er's thoughts back from the misty.

She moved her lotus steps lightly and responded softly: "Miss, the spiritual soup is ready. Eat it while it's hot."

After that, she gently placed the tray of spiritual soup on the table.

Song Zhixue slowly stood up, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, gently swaying between her waist and back.

She half-closed her eyes lazily, as if she was half asleep, her delicate body was weak and boneless, as if she would fall down with a gust of wind.

"I'm not hungry, you eat it..."

"I dare not, this is the spiritual soup made by the elder himself, and I have been ordered to let you eat it. It will be of great benefit to your practice." Zhao Linger's voice was full of awe.

Hearing the word "practice", Song Zhixue, a crazy practitioner, reluctantly responded: "Show it up."

She sat on the ground, her legs crossed, her silky hair falling on her chest, adding a touch of charm.

Zhao Linger carefully held a delicate small bowl with a spoon in it.

She walked slowly to Song Zhixue and knelt down.

The two looked at each other, but Zhao Linger's eyes were involuntarily attracted by Song Zhixue's icy skin and bones that were faintly visible under the veil, and she was a little absent-minded for a moment.

Her skin was like snow, just like the goose feather snow in the twelfth month of winter, pure white and spotless.

Beautiful!

It was really beautiful!

Zhao Linger couldn't help but stare at her.

Song Zhixue didn't mind Zhao Linger's greedy and cautious eyes at all.

After many days of getting along, she knew Zhao Linger's character and personality very well, and liked her very much. She even had the idea of ​​taking her as her apprentice, but Zhao Linger was only willing to serve as a maid.

Because Zhao Linger knew that a teacher for a day is a father for life.

If I take Song Zhixue as my master, I will be more restrained in the future.

It is better to be a maid, which is more free and can do intimate things such as undressing, bathing and changing clothes for the master.

Song Zhixue raised her white hand lightly, took the small bowl from Zhao Linger's hand, picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and tasted it lightly.

But she frowned slightly, as if she was very displeased with the taste of this spiritual soup.

Song Zhixue turned her head to look at Zhao Linger and said softly: "Linger, open your mouth."

Zhao Linger pursed her lips and shook her head vigorously, "Miss, this spiritual soup is extremely precious. Linger is just a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage and is not worthy of it."

"Open your mouth!"

Song Zhixue spoke strongly, leaned forward slightly, and approached Zhao Linger, and put the spoon in her hand against Zhao Linger's lips.

Zhao Linger had no choice but to obey, opened her mouth, and swallowed the spiritual soup.

Immediately, the rich spiritual power in the soup turned into a wave of heat, rushing straight to her head, causing her whole body to tremble.

"Open your mouth! Eat more!"

Song Zhixue's face was as cold as ice, her beautiful eyes were cold, staring at Zhao Linger, her voice was as cold as ice, and she could not be questioned.

Zhao Linger was as obedient as a lamb, lowered her eyebrows and opened her mouth slowly, swallowing the soup mouthful by mouthful.

This was repeated until the soup in the bowl was empty.

After eating the soup, Zhao Linger's face was flushed, as if she was in a sauna room. She had fine sweat on her forehead and her lips were red. "Miss, I don't know why, but I feel so hot!"

Song Zhixue said coldly: "Quickly practice the power to absorb the power of the soup, don't waste it."

Hearing this, Zhao Linger immediately crossed her legs and practiced the power, trying to

Absorbing the power of the medicine.

After a while, the power of the medicine traveled through her meridians, and her face was covered with blood lines. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. She whimpered non-stop: "I feel so uncomfortable... It's so hot!"