Song Qian was lying alone by the river, looking at the white clouds in the sky.

I was originally a modern and promising young man. When I saw a few hooligans teasing a girl, I shouted, and took action when it was time to take action. Unfortunately, there were many people on the other side. Although I won time, the police finally arrived to save the girl, but they sacrificed themselves. Then I traveled through time and traveled to this world of cultivation.

Logically speaking, time travelers should have a golden finger or something, but at the least they have to have a good master, right? But they have been traveling through time for a year, but they still have no cash fingers.

"System? It's time to complete the restart? The 586 processor? Let's reply quickly!"

Song Qian had naturally talked to himself more than once, but obviously there would be no answer to him.

At this time, a golden light lit up in the sky. A fairy flew over from the sky in white clothes as if she was slow and anxious. She stepped on the flying sword with her bare feet. It was the golden light from the flying sword. From her feet, you could see a pair of long and white legs, and you could vaguely see ****. This is why Song Yi likes to look at the sky like this!

Logically speaking, this fairy flew high in the sky, and ordinary people could not see her at all, so they didn't have to worry about exposing themselves under their skirts. However, Song Qiantian's perception of the things around him was different from that of ordinary people. As long as he wanted to see something, even if it was far away in the sky, he could clearly see it.

Song Qian also knew that in this world of immortal cultivation, he often killed people and seized treasures and refining elixirs. His talent was revealed by others. It is likely that he was not a disciple, but a research on refining elixirs, so he never mentioned it to anyone.

The fairy in the sky was flying well on the sword, but suddenly she felt that she was staring at by a glance, which scared her to stop quickly and be alert.

"Who is in front of you? Liu Yue'e in the Wuji Sword Sect, I hope you will be willing to have any offense." There are always experts in the cultivation world who go to seclusion in unknown places. They are most afraid of being disturbed, so they should ask carefully and be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship.

After asking without any response, the gaze was still there and he focused on his chest. Liu Yue'e felt it carefully, and the gaze was unpredictable.

Unpredictable, he must be a senior expert. Why is this gaze so vulgar? If it is someone else, after not finding the other party's position, he will immediately leave because if one cannot sense the enemy, there can only be two reasons: one is that the other party's cultivation is higher than oneself, and the other is that the other party has a secret method of defense perception. Both of these two reasons are not good for oneself.

Liu Yue'e is not a newcomer in the world of immortal cultivation. She naturally knows the principle of seeking good fortune and avoiding harm. She immediately decides to turn around and fly away. However, when she turns around, she glances down from the corner of her eyes and just sees a young man in a farmhouse lying by the river below. The two of them can't help but look at each other.

Damn it! Why did you meet me? It’s just that the snow-white touch is so charming! The word "sex" is all truth.

Song Qian hurriedly turned his gaze to the white clouds beside Liu Yue'e, pretending to see nothing.

Liu Yue'e felt that gaze had gone away. She looked at the boy below suspiciously, and her spiritual sense came out, looking through the boy from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

Huh!? Interesting, there is such a boy?

Liu Yue'e showed that the boy below was pure and transparent, as if he was part of the world. Even though he had been practicing Taoism for many years, he did not have such a good body, so he couldn't help but become interested in him.

At this time, Song Qian was almost scared to pee. He had already felt a powerful consciousness falling from the sky and saw himself clean.

Let’s run away while the person in the sky hasn’t come down yet!

Song Qian got up and walked slowly towards the house, muttering: "I'm so hungry after coming out for so long. Go home to eat something."

Song Qian lowered his head and walked home quietly. Suddenly, a pair of crystal clear jade feet appeared in front of him. In combination with the white gauze skirt floating on his calves, he didn't know that the person in the sky had appeared in front of him.

It's so fast, is this the Tao?

Song Qiandang didn't see it, so he gave way to the side and prepared to continue walking. But his feet also took a step toward the side, still blocking his eyes.

I can't hide anymore, so I can only bite the bullet and go.

Song Qian raised his head and looked at the fairy in front of him. Watching up close is indeed better than looking far away. Is this the difference between watching TV and watching the scene?

Song Qian looked at Liu Yue'e, and Liu Yue'e was also looking at the boy in front of her. She was about twelve years old, with fair skin, average appearance, and a medium figure. She was the kind of person who would never be seen again if she threw it into the crowd.

"Well, this fairy, please give it up."

"Did you enjoy watching it just now?" Liu Yue'e said with a gloomy face.

Song Qian looked at Liu Yue'e's face and his heart sank into the bottom of the valley, but his face was filled with an innocent expression and said, "I don't know what the fairy is saying? If nothing else, please let me go home for dinner."

"Hmph, don't you admit it? Then how do you know that I am a fairy? You saw me flying?" Liu Yue'e couldn't help but blush.

Song Qian was stunned. He was negligent, so why did he forget this? But this is a good explanation.

"I see the girl's fair skin, beautiful appearance, full of energy, surrounded by blessings, floating like a fairy. What else can she be if she is not a fairy?"

"Do you say I will believe it? I just miss a drug, I think it's all you can do!"

"Fairy, please spare me. Boy Song Qian, there is an 80-year-old mother in the family who needs to take care of her. If you catch me, who will take care of her for the elderly and see her off?" Song Qian saw that it was not good, and immediately knelt in front of Liu Yue'e, begging for mercy with tears in her nose, and took the opportunity to climb forward two steps and hugged her thighs.

The touch is superb! The heartless Song Qian sighed.

A man has gold under his knees, and ten thousand taels of gold cannot buy his life. Today I kneel down and I will be considered a marriage proposal. I will marry you sooner or later and warm my quilt! Song Qian used the spiritual victory method of Jianghu to comfort himself.

Liu Yue'e looked at the boy who was kneeling in front of her and cried in a mess. She also calculated the anger in her heart. After feeling his natural birth, she couldn't help but love her talents.

A child hugged his legs, but Liu Yue'e didn't care much, but she didn't know that she had eaten tofu.

"Eighty-year-old mother? How old are you?"

“…”

"Stop being clever. I see your bones are surprised. There is still a boy who is refining alchemy. Are you willing to follow me up the mountain to practice?"

"Master is here, please be bowed by your disciple!" Song Qian beat the snake and followed the stick, and didn't have to get up, and kowtowed to become a disciple.

"It's so smooth and tight. Let's be my servant first. When you go back to the mountain to report to the head, then decide whether to include you in the wall."

“Yes, Master.”

"Don't call me master, call me master! Are there anyone else in your family?"

"I'm the only one, I'm an orphan, master."

"I've become an orphan so soon? What's your name?"

Song Qian ignored Liu Yue'e's sarcasm and continued with shamelessness: "Song Qian, Master"

"Call the master! Do you have anything else to pick up when you go home?"

"No, you can come out now, Master."

"Forget it, what do you mean?" Liu Yue'e was powerless, so she still had this authority to accept a registered disciple for the sect.

Liu Yue'e took Song Qian to fly with her sword and flew towards the Wuji Sword Sect.

At first, Liu Yue'e put Song Qian in front of the flying sword and hugged him, but as she flew, she always felt that Song Qiantou arched her chest, and she felt that it was inappropriate. So she put Song Qian behind and asked him to hold him, and as she flew, she felt that Song Qian's face always rubbed against her buttocks, and said as she flew, "Don't move around, be careful to fall down and fall to death!"

Don’t mention how happy Song Qian is. This is the rhythm of playing all kinds of postures. You really treat yourself well.

"Master, it's so tall, I'm afraid, hug me!"

Liu Yue'e was angry and hugged Song Qian in her hands.

This time, Song Qian became honest and floated in the air like a luggage roll, feeling so empty.

"Master, it's so uncomfortable for me to do this. I'm still in the same position as before."

"It's great for my teacher. Stay honestly, it'll be here in a while."

"Where is the trust between people? Why do we always have to divide each other?" Song Qian said with a shameless face.

But Liu Yue'e no longer paid attention to him and just focused on her journey.

The bored and empty Song Qian fell asleep. When he woke up, he had already returned to the Wuji Sword Sect. Looking at the pavilions and towers hidden in the clouds in the mountains below, he couldn't help but be shocked by the demeanor of the immortals.

It is said that cultivating immortals is good, but just looking at this house, it is not comparable to that of the emperors in the mortal world.

Liu Yue'e took Song Qian straight to the main peak conference hall, arrived at the door, threw Song Qian to the ground, and said, "You are waiting for me here, I will go to report to the head." After saying that, she explained to the disciples guarding the gate, and walked into the hall.

Song Qian got up from the ground, looked at Liu Yue'e's back, and thought to himself: "I won't mind beating or scolding or scolding."

Song Qian came to the fairy family for the first time. He looked at the colorful sky and the white jade-like ground. He made up his mind to make a difference in the world of immortal cultivation, and it would be a waste of time traveling through this time.

Song Qian was thinking about it here, and soon the disciple of the gate guard came to him: "This junior brother, the head of the sect and all elders invite you to enter the palace."

"Oh, OK, I'll go right now."

After saying that, Song Qian ran toward the towering hall on the top of the mountain.

The door of the conference hall was open, and there was an old man with a long beard sitting in the middle. I think it was the head of the sect. There were three monks sitting next to it, and his master Liu Yue'e was listed. The other two were both high-looking middle-aged men, and they should be seats on each peak, and there was still an empty seat. It seemed that there were not many people in the conference hall today.

It seems that Liu Yue'e, the young lady, is also in the same lineage? She didn't realize that she is so powerful that she is my master.

Song Qian was full of random thoughts, but his body was very honest. He walked into the hall and bowed deeply to the immortals sitting on the stage.

"Disciple Song Qian has been worshipped by the head and elder."

(End of this chapter)
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