The Sword Named No Way Out

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The huge blood river cart passed over Cangyang Mountain, countless disciples bowed down along the way, and the sound of welcoming the suzerain back to the mountain resounded in the sky.

At the same time, Xuanji Hall. Wen Xiuyang quickly stepped out of the high threshold, but saw that the Blood River Caravan did not stop at high altitude, passed directly over the heads of the disciples guarding the hall, and flew towards the forbidden hall in the deep mountain with a long drag.

Sheng Bo hurried over after hearing the news: "Where is the suzerain going? Why don't you..."

Then his voice stopped suddenly.

Under the sky in the distance, at the same time as the Blood River chariot passed over the Forbidden Hall, a familiar figure volleyed down from the sky, with ivory-patterned gold sleeves flying, it was Xu Shuangce.

And he held another young figure in his arms, his face could not be seen clearly from a distance, and disappeared in the direction of the Forbidden Hall in an instant.

"..."

From Wen Xiuyang's eyes, Sheng Bo saw his blank face, which was also astonished. Both of them seemed to realize something, and they were so frightened that they couldn't make a sound for a long time.

The door of the hall opened suddenly, and the hall was filled with crimson yarn. Xu Shuangce stepped into the inner room, threw Gong Wei onto the bed, flicked his backhand, and the twelve huge whalebone doors behind him closed one after another.

When the last door was closed, densely packed inscriptions lit up on the roof, walls, jade pillars, and even every inch of the floor, and then disappeared without a sound—that was the most severe spell of confinement.

Xu Shuangce himself carved these runes into the bricks one by one when the temple was built many years ago, making it difficult for even the gods to fly.

Gong Wei is like a bird that has fallen into a cage. He didn't find anything in a daze. The huge emptiness of his spiritual veins made him even a little delirious: "Xu Bai..."

Immediately afterwards, Xu Shuangce pressed a slender index finger between his eyebrows, and his spiritual power was poured into the sea.

But still not enough.

Xu Shuangce was so stingy, this bit of spiritual power could only temporarily relieve his thirst, but it couldn't fully satisfy the more intense needs when the golden elixir just started to work.

Gong Wei got up from the soft pillow on the cloud-like high bed, hugged Xu Shuangce's waist, and dragged out her nasal voice like a baby when she was a child: "I feel uncomfortable..."

"No," Xu Shuangce said in a low voice.

Gong Wei turned a deaf ear to it, and rubbed his forehead against his robe, urging vaguely: "Xu Bai..."

But there was no pity in the answer from the top of the head, and there was no change in tone: "No."

Gong Wei was in a hurry, maintained this movement and raised his head, his chin resting on Xu Shuangce's chest, his clear black and white eyes seemed to have two puddles of water: "...why?"

In the haze, he couldn't see Xu Shuangce's eyes clearly, he could only feel Xu Shuangce's fingers slipped from his side cheeks, sank into the skirt along the neck line, and stopped at the edge of the collarbone on his right shoulder, and after a long time of rubbing, he pressed lightly with his fingertips.

With a slight sting, the crimson writing disappeared in a flash, sinking into the translucent skin.

But that was just the first stroke.

Gong Wei turned his head in vain, and then felt Xu Shuangce leaning into his ear, his voice was soft and cruel: "Because it's not yet time."

— until when?

Gong Wei opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, and was immediately brushed away by Xu Shuangce, feeling drowsy.

It seemed that he had many dreams in his deep sleep, full of fiery and chaotic fragments, but he couldn't remember anything clearly when he woke up. Until night fell, the bright moon swept over the sapphire pillars of the hall with layers of veils, and the figure in the depths of the bed finally moved, awakened by a new round of anxious longing.

The bed curtain was like rippling water, first a soft bare foot protruded out, and then Gong Wei came out like a flexible fish, soundlessly.

The silhouette of Xu Shuangce meditating upright is like an exiled fairy under the moon, high above and not stained with dust. Gong Wei tilted his head and leaned in front of him, as if he was curious about where the scent of white sandalwood came from, so he leaned close to the cuff of Cangyang Sect Master's robe and sniffed it carefully; With a light tug, he untied the ivory robe.

The robes were loosened and spread on the floor soundlessly.

Xu Shuangce was indifferent, like a deep and beautiful statue. However, because of the change in posture, Gong Wei's upper body was almost completely submerged in his arms, and he tilted his head and gently rubbed the slender neck with the tip of his nose.

"Xu Bai," he said affectionately and vaguely, "is it time?"

The next moment, he was like a peach blossom drifting away, being brushed off from his neck.

Xu Shuangce pressed him on his knee, put one arm around his shoulder, and stretched it into the neckline of the thin pajamas; the tip of the other finger injected strands of spiritual power along the sea of ​​energy between his brows, once again temporarily calming the tense limbs. Tight clamoring spirit veins.

"Not yet." Xu Shuangce said in a low and clear voice.

The second crimson handwriting went under the collarbone, at the same position as the first one, but Gong Wei didn't notice it, and rubbed his head against his leg: "Xu Bai..."

Xu Shuangce took his hands out of his clothes, and covered his eyes heavily: "Sleep for a while."

The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and the moon sinks. In the half-dream and half-awake, Gong Wei has blurred the passage of time, and even forgot what day and night; every time he wakes up, he is locked in this gorgeous bedroom. Xu Shuangce either meditates to adjust his breath, or handles official duties. Waving, with one finger, Gong Wei's head was forced to look up, and then input a small amount of spiritual power.

Gong Wei kissed him, rubbed against him, entangled him like a sweet and soft dream, but the cold and ascetic face of Cangyang Sect Master did not change at all. Every time he would leave a slight stabbing pain on Gong Wei's right collarbone, but no matter how much Gong Wei lowered his head, he couldn't see that position, and he didn't know what the strokes meant.

"When will you be able to double cultivate?" Gong Wei asked in his ear.

Xu Shuangce said calmly, "Wait a little longer."

"Why are you waiting?"

Sect Master Cangyang didn't answer. If Gong Wei pressed the question urgently, he would feel his slightly cool fingertips lightly brushing the ends of his eyelashes, and then sleepiness swept over him, lying in Xu Shuangce's arms, sinking unwillingly. go to sleep.

He is so light, like a treasure that has been lost for many years.

The spiritual power is intermittent, but the golden core is still functioning, and the thirst and emptiness are increasing day by day.

Every time Gong Wei wakes up, she gets more entangled, and every time a small amount of spiritual power is injected, all she gets is greater desire and dissatisfaction. He was lying in Xu Shuangce's arms all day long, and the strokes under the collarbone on the right side had gradually become a single character, which more and more clearly affected his soul as time passed, like a flame triggering a greater desire.

He finally faintly felt that it was some kind of mark that Xu Shuangce had put on himself.

But why? Gong Wei thought in a daze.

Am I already willing to find him for double cultivation?

Finally, when Gong Wei woke up from a chaotic dream late at night, he saw Xu Shuangce sleeping beside him, his sharp phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and he was breathing steadily and deeply.

Gong Wei hid in the soft quilt and peeked at him, the moonlight outlined Xu Shuang's eyebrows like cold swords, sharp eyes, straight nose bridge and thin lips. His face looks very young, but there is a cold, ascetic, and calm temperament between his brows, which makes people daunting.

Gong Wei tilted her head and thought for a while, licked her lips, got into the quilt and searched, and didn't know what she did in the dark, warm and private space. Xu Shuangce suddenly opened her eyes and stretched out her hand, pulling him out of the quilt Li abruptly brought it up.

"What?" he asked hoarsely.

Gong Wei was lying on Xu Shuangce's chest, her lips were slightly red, and she looked ignorant and innocent.

The sleeping hall is huge and gorgeous, but the bed is surrounded by layers of curtains into a square inch, and even each other's breathing can be heard clearly. Gong Wei's white satin pajamas had already slipped a little from the shoulders, and the exposed shoulders seemed to be half-cleared with moonlight, and then the moonlight followed his movements and leaned against Xu Shuangce's chest little by little:

"Xu Bai," his voice was as soft as a whisper, as if revealing a secret: "You..."

The next moment, Xu Shuangce pulled his hair and forced him to look up, Gong Wei was spinning before he could struggle, and his throat was pressed against the soft pillow.

"You know," Xu Shuangce whispered in his ear, "This is the last stroke."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Gong Wei felt a sudden stab under the collarbone on the right side, and the crimson handwriting pierced into the flesh and blood like a steel needle, piercing the soul, making him cry out "ah".

——The pain has not completely dissipated, and the urgent desire that has never been burned up.

It should be the instinctive demand for spiritual power when the spiritual veins are empty, but it is vaguely mixed with some other unclear things. Gong Wei felt that even his soul was burned by some unknown anxiety, trying to focus his sight but couldn't see anything clearly, so he could only beg tremblingly: "Xu...Xu Bai..."

But Xu Shuangce looked at him condescendingly, and suddenly asked, "What kind of person can be a Taoist companion?"

Become a Taoist couple?

Gong Wei was confused, and vaguely felt that Xu Bai had asked this question before, as if he was punished to clean the white jade steps of Xuanji Palace.

He tried hard to recall his answer at that time, but his thinking became soft and sticky: "Four pillars and eight characters...combined..."

Xu Shuangce's answer was light but firm: "Wrong."

"The right family..."

"wrong."

"...Yin and Yang complement each other, and the family is upright..."

"All wrong."

Gong Wei stretched out his hand to hook Xu Bai's neck, but as soon as he moved, his wrist was clamped and pushed back into the pillow. He could only struggle in vain, and the pajamas became more and more messy: "Xu Bai..."

Xu Shuangce pressed him tightly against the soft couch, her dark eyes were indifferent.

The futile flattery made Gong Wei extremely wronged, two puddles of water had already gathered in his eyes, trembling as if they were about to overflow: "But I'm not human, I don't know."

Xu Shuangce finally let go of one hand, brushed the tip of his eyes as moist as a crow's feather with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Think about it."

"..."

The flames of longing licked all the limbs, Gong Wei finally became anxious, and raised his head to kiss the corner of Xu Shuangce's lips. Xu Shuang strategically raised her head slightly to avoid it, and then the young man's hasty kiss fell on her Adam's apple, jerky and uncoordinated, and her words trembled: "I don't know...I only like you."

Xu Shuangce's breathing was finally determined.

Gong Wei stuck to his throat and murmured aggrievedly: "I only like you."

Gong Wei couldn't focus his eyes, and couldn't see the change of Xu Shuangce's expression clearly. He only felt that his hand strength suddenly increased, and his five fingers pinched into the flesh of his side waist like shackles; his eyes also became very deep, as if he wanted to open his mouth to bite and devour himself alive Exhausted, it seems to be pressed into the bosom, embedded in the flesh and blood, even the heart is clinging together and cannot be separated.

"Really." Xu Shuangce's expression was unusually calm, and he finally lowered his head and said indifferently: "I believe it will be like this in the future."

The chaotic impulse made Gong Wei's thoughts freeze, and he subconsciously raised his head to kiss those cold and ruthless lips.

Xu Shuangce seemed to smile, but the night blurred all the details, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you know what's going on with Shuangxiu?"

Gong Wei nodded, and after dawdling for a while, he seemed to shake his head again, with a drawn-out nasal voice: "Xu Bai..."

Then his mouth was covered.

Gong Wei struggled silently, unable to vent the slightest movement, only feeling that the pajamas were being slowly taken off.

Xu Shuangce whispered in his ear, "Master."