Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 940 A Perfect Day, A Moment of Spring Night

Inside the cave dwelling of Tianmang City, Jing Yu suddenly opened her eyes.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his divine thoughts surged like a golden tide within his mind, creating waves.

After a long time, the sea of ​​consciousness in the Niwan Palace gradually calmed down, and only then did Jing Yu begin to breathe heavily.

"Huff...huff...traitor...traitor..."

Jing Yu grumbled and cursed for a while, then quickly regained her composure, thinking helplessly:

"This is troublesome... Lingxiao's sword heart is clear and bright, and he has an innate ability to resist inner demons and delusions... To be honest, this should be a good thing, but in the current situation, it is a huge problem!"

In a sense, Jing Yu's intrusion into Guan Lingxiao's dream with a small part of her consciousness can also be considered a kind of "inner demonic delusion".

When people first start dreaming, they are not aware that they are dreaming... It is only as more and more illogical things happen in the dream that they gradually become aware of it.

It was only because Jing Yu possessed the destiny of "longevity and long life" that she was able to realize she was dreaming at the very first moment in the dream.

However, Guan Lingxiao had gone very far in the path of sword cultivation and had also developed an extremely keen sense of perception. When two [Jing Yu] appeared, his understanding was greatly overturned, and he immediately noticed the flaw.

"There's nothing we can do but try again next time."

Having a portion of her consciousness destroyed by Guan Lingxiao would certainly be unpleasant for an ordinary cultivator, and for a true immortal, it would be a major problem that could directly shorten her lifespan... But for Jing Yu, whose consciousness could slowly repair itself, it was nothing. She only needed a little rest to fully recover to her peak condition.

Then Jing Yu closed her eyes and entered a meditative state, her two fingers still twisting the causal thread connecting her to Guan Lingxiao, constantly monitoring her disciple's every move.

A few days later, Guan Lingxiao entered another dream.

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Jing Yu's figure gradually solidified, and the originally distorted world became orderly. He looked around and realized that he was now in a side room.

The room was entirely red, with bright red curtains and draperies hanging everywhere.

A single red candle burned brightly, its wax dripping like crimson beads, illuminating the entire room.

On the table in the side room were a wine pot and a pair of white jade cups, and on the side were silver plates filled with wedding cakes carved in the shape of phoenixes.

"What's going on? Is someone getting married?" Jing Yu asked, somewhat bewildered.

Just then, there seemed to be some movement outside the room. Jing Yu was currently in someone else's dream and had no magical powers at all. Upon seeing this, she hurriedly hid under the bed.

squeak-

As the door to the side room opened, Guan Lingxiao, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, led a graceful woman with a bright red veil slowly into the room.

"Come here, Yinghan, watch out for the threshold." Guan Lingxiao stared at the woman in front of him, his tone gentle, surprisingly lacking the ruthless and decisive aura he usually possessed; even the hardest steel had turned into a soft touch.

"Yes... my husband!"

Xiao Yinghan's playful, reproachful shout made Guan Lingxiao slap his forehead: "Haha! Yes, it's my fault, I didn't get the form of address right away..."

"Miss..."

"Hehe..." A blush rose on Xiao Yinghan's stunning face beneath the red veil, making her even more beautiful and alluring. She said softly, "Aren't you going to help me to bed?"

"Yes, yes... I don't have much experience since it's my first time." Guan Lingxiao's heart pounded. He took Xiao Yinghan's slender hand and sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly lifted the red veil, revealing the beautiful face he had been longing for.

"Holy crap! A wet dream!"

Hiding under the bed, Jing Yu covered his mouth and nose tightly, cold sweat pouring down his face, not daring to make a sound. He thought to himself, "How come this is getting more and more hellish each time?"

“Wife… sigh, I’m still not used to it, I’ll just call you Yinghan.” Guan Lingxiao scratched his head.

Xiao Yinghan stared at the blind boy in front of her and smiled faintly, "It's alright, I'll like whatever you call me."

With a single spell, Guan Lingxiao manipulated the wine pot to fill the two white jade cups on the table with wine. He then held one cup in his palm and, along with Xiao Yinghan, each grasped a cup, and smiled:

"Yinghan, please drink this cup..."

Xiao Yinghan smiled, her jade-like arm wrapping around Guan Lingxiao like a water snake, making a toasting gesture with him, and she gently parted her lips:

"Come……"

The two drank the nuptial wine, and perhaps intentionally, Xiao Yinghan lost her grip and spilled a little wine, wetting her clothes. At this moment, she seemed to be slightly drunk, and she was even more radiant and beautiful than usual.

At this moment, Guan Lingxiao seemed to be moved as well. He grabbed Xiao Yinghan's ankle, gently pulled off her stockings, and revealed a pair of delicate and petite feet.

He tied a red string to Xiao Yinghan's ankle and whispered:

"The red thread binds our feet, a bond for three lifetimes; the sword guards our hearts, the zither shines brightly under the moon… Yinghan, a beautiful night, a fleeting spring night, I…"

Xiao Yinghan slightly curled her arches, leaned forward, and gazed dreamily: "The red candle illuminates our vows, today our love flows like a gentle stream into the vast ocean... Soaring to the heavens..."

As she leaned forward, she gently lifted the black cloth covering Guan Lingxiao's eyes, staring at those eyes filled with gray dust, and asked curiously, "Lingxiao, you usually use your divine sense to observe people. If you abandon your divine sense and only use these eyes, what kind of world would you see?"

Guan Lingxiao was stunned upon hearing this: "It's just a blurry mess. It's not that you can't see it at all, but it's like looking at flowers through a fog."

Xiao Yinghan chuckled upon hearing this. She gently stroked Guan Lingxiao's cheek, and with her other hand, she grasped Guan Lingxiao's right hand and placed it on his collar: "Then today I won't allow you to use your divine sense. Just use your eyes and these two hands, and see what you can find?"

Guan Lingxiao felt his mouth go dry and a surge of lust rising from his lower abdomen. Just as he was about to explore further, he suddenly felt a slight vibration under the bed. It turned out that Jing Yu could no longer hold back and began to breathe heavily through her mouth and nose.

"Who is it!"

boom!

The entire bed suddenly shattered. Guan Lingxiao's face was filled with murderous intent, but when he saw Jing Yu's appearance clearly, he was stunned:

"Master?"

Jing Yu looked embarrassed: "Disciple...disciple...please let me explain..."

After a brief moment of astonishment, Guan Lingxiao's expression hardened again: "Master would never act so disrespectfully of his age... So it was just another instance of inner demons and delusions... Slay them!"

"No...you son of a bitch..."

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Jing Yu suddenly felt everything go black before her eyes, and this consciousness was once again completely severed.

Guan Lingxiao, who was in the dungeon, suddenly stood up and said through gritted teeth:

"Damn inner demons... of all times!"

"You disturbed my peaceful sleep... I'll chop you up every time I see you again!"

He immediately muttered to himself, "How come I've been plagued by inner demons twice in a row... Could it be that my recent cultivation has gone wrong?"