Chapter 332: If you retreat, then senior brother can only move forward.
The breeze is blowing in the mountains and rivers, and the willows are enchanting, with their waists tilted up.
The man sitting next to Su Bei was wearing a dragon-patterned ink robe. His fingers were as long as his eyebrows, lying like silkworms on the snow. His index finger tapped lightly on the low table, making a rhythmic sound.
A faint smile hung on the corner of Ji Nanjue's mouth, just like the wind in front of her eyes, passing by the person in front of her, she said:
"Do I recognize Brother Bei's friend?"
The tea bowl on the low table was bubbling with bubbles of tea, reflecting the subtle sweat on Su Bei's forehead:
"Brother Ji should recognize him, but actually it doesn't matter whether he recognizes him or not..."
Ji Nanjue rubbed her temples and sighed in her heart. It was exactly what she thought:
"Then go ahead and let me analyze it for your friend."
Su Bei looked at the mountain ladder not far away, which was the first place for this trial of the Immortal Gate, Asking the Immortal Road.
It seemed that he could still see a few of his disciples through the dense crowd, looking eager to try.
"Due to some force majeure reasons, Su's friend accidentally made a big and irreparable mistake, and this big mistake will directly lead to the friend of Su's friend..."
Before Su Bei finished speaking, Ji Nanjue deliberately wanted to change the topic.
She was too confused about this matter. Although she had some bold ideas in her mind, it was not like this...
"Do you know how these newly promoted disciples will be ranked on the Qianlong List this time?"
"..."
Su Bei was stunned, why did the topic change so quickly?
But I am not a person with low emotional intelligence. After thinking about it for a while, I faintly noticed it in my heart.
Since Donghuang doesn't want to hear it, it would be rude to say it himself.
"This time, in order to test the potential, ability and combat power of each disciple more fairly, a total of three levels have been set up in the Kuxian Sect."
"You can earn points for each level, and the points will ultimately determine the ranking on the Hidden Dragon Ranking."
"And this first level is called the Way of Asking Immortals. According to each disciple's talent, the final position and time he can reach are also different, and this Way of Asking Immortals has a total of ninety-nine ladders.
....."
Ji Nanjue stood up and looked at the staircase leading to the sky, then looked back at Su Bei and said half-jokingly:
"I wonder if Brother Bei has ever walked this path of asking for immortality? Where did he end up?"
"..."
Su Bei smiled awkwardly. He could not find any footage of his journey to immortality in his memory, but he must have participated in such a grand event.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps beside Su Bei, and then a voice came over:
"When senior brother walked on the road to ask the immortals back then, it was said that he reached the ninety-eighth floor!"
"..."
Su Bei turned around and saw Shan Wique with his hands behind his back, blinking his big watery eyes, the stupid hair on the top of his head swaying, and speaking with a proud look on his face, as if that person was her.
She did not wear her purple dress again, but changed into a snow-white embroidered shirt. Her cheeks were the same as those of Dan Wulan, and matched with her smiling face at the moment, it was like late winter or early spring.
Melting ice and snow.
Underneath the shirt is a pair of thin black ice silk socks. She is still not wearing embroidered shoes. Starting from the toes, black silk flows slowly like water, close to the skin, and has passed over the delicate legs and exquisite knees.
Bones, submerged into the tender legs.
The thin socks reflected the sunlight, giving off a mysterious and charming color. She was half-bent at the moment, looking at Su Bei and Ji Nanjue curiously.
Such a contradictory person who simply combines with Yu Jie, but there is no sense of disobedience at all.
The only fly in the ointment was that Su Bei thought her socks didn't match the white shirt she was wearing.
Ji Nanjue smiled and looked at the woman in front of him who was almost exactly the same as Shan Wulan. He looked at her clothes carefully, walked forward and said with a smile:
"This must be Fairy Wuque."
"You and your sister obviously look similar, but you feel different to me."
"..."
Shan Wique tilted his head and thought for a while, then his stupid hair slightly raised, he stretched out a finger and asked doubtfully:
"Do you know Donghuang and your sister very well?"
After hearing Shan Wique's extremely innocent question, Su Bei also calmed down and looked at Donghuang with a strange look on his face.
Yes, he is very familiar with Shan Wulan?
——Why is it so strange?
Seeing the two people's eyes directed towards her, Ji Nanjue put her hand to her mouth and coughed lightly. For a moment, she took on the wrong role and said the wrong thing.
But this thing that I am very familiar with Shan Wulan... I can't be familiar with it anymore. How can I not be familiar with it when we are all lying on the same bed?
"Well, since Fairy Wuque has something to do with Elder Su, I will take my leave first."
"Well, if Elder Su has time in the evening, come and have a drink with me in the small pavilion of Nanshan Residence."
After saying that, he turned around hurriedly, avoiding Su Bei's gaze that wanted to get to the bottom of things.
The brief interlude did not make Su Bei have any special thoughts in his mind. He was just curious about how Shan Wulan and Donghuang met.
There was a hustle and bustle in the distance, and if nothing else happened, the road to immortality was about to begin.
Shan Wukue bent his legs and carefully sat next to Su Bei. Suddenly he realized that he had important things to do with Su Bei, so he said anxiously:
"Senior brother, Mo Fan is missing. I have been looking for him for a long time but I still can't find him."
"I can't even contact him with his sword sect token. Could it be that he is missing?"
Su Bei's brows immediately wrinkled, his eyes narrowed, and he said seriously:
"To be more detailed, what exactly happened? When did you discover that he was missing?"
Although he doesn't like Mo Fan, he is a disciple of the Sword Sect after all. The disappearance is extraordinary, especially at such a critical period.
"Last night, some disciples said they saw Mo Fan coming back alone, but this morning when a Sword Sect disciple knocked on his door, they found that he was gone. There was nothing left in the room. His belongings were
It was also very full, and it didn’t look like he was leaving in a hurry.”
Shan Wique frowned and held his chin with one hand, carefully recalling what happened this morning.
Su Bei's eyes narrowed slightly.
Since I have plenty of time to leave, it seems that the accident was not as unexpected as I thought, then——
Su Bei couldn't help but glance at Nan Huang, who was not far away. By coincidence, the two people's eyes happened to be facing each other. Nan Huang smiled and raised the tea bowl in his hand to signal to Su Bei.cascoot
Su Bei also responded with a smile on his face, and then he lay down next to Shan Wulan's ear and said softly:
"Don't make this matter public. Senior Sister will be here in a few days. I will report it to Senior Sister at that time."
"Don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"..."
Shan Wique felt the burning heat coming from his ears, a ripple slipped under his bright eyes, and he bit his thin lips gently, not even hearing what Su Bei said to him clearly.
Su Bei's subconscious movements were still too ambiguous for him, but he seemed to be unable to react and remained silent, letting him stay close to her. Su Bei could feel the friction between their skins.
The warmth came from her jade legs wrapped in ice silk.
The two of them clung to each other, looking at the Dengxian Road not far away and listening to the noisy voices in the distance.
Su Bei suddenly felt that it had been a long, long time since he had been alone with Dan Wuque.
Even just sitting like this.
Shan Wique's mouth wanted to open several times, but closed it tightly again. Su Bei turned his face, looked at her and asked doubtfully:
"Eighth Junior Sister, do you want to say something to Senior Brother?"
Shan Wique's face turned red with embarrassment, he took a deep breath, then took out a piece of clothing embroidered with peach blossoms from his storage ring, and handed it to Su Bei with a serious look on his face.
Su Bei's eyes were full of surprise. He looked at the fine stitches on this white dress, hugged it tightly in his arms, and said:
"Did you sew this for your senior brother?"
This is the first time I have received such a heartfelt gift.
Shan Wuque's eyes just looked at Su Bei, and those crystal pupils reflected Su Bei's surprised face. She hesitated for a while, and kept cheering for herself, saying that she had sewn it for him.
, my sister even allowed herself to say this...
But when the words came to her lips, she still said:
"I didn't sew it, my sister sewed it for my senior brother."
Seemingly thinking of something, he added:
"Her hand was pricked with needles many times."
She won't lie.
She really wasn't lying, even though she said that she had altered the entirety of this dress for her, and my sister couldn't embroider such a peach blossom.
After saying that, she gently lowered her head and let the wind gently blow her slightly longer hair.
Su Bei was startled for a moment, looked at the woman in front of him, and touched the beautiful dress in his hand. The peach blossoms on it reflected beautifully.
Why did Shan Wulan ask his sister to hand him clothes instead of handing them over in person?
I seem to understand in my heart.
Looking at Su Bei who was carefully observing the long gown, Shan Wuque's voice slowly became lower. He felt a little disappointed and his eyes gradually dimmed. Ever since Shan Wulan and Su Bei were together, she had been alone.
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
"Senior brother, my sister will be very happy to see you like you so much..."
Shan Wukue smiled, this must be his final result.
As a sister, you naturally have to take care of your sister, no matter what, even if it's feelings.
Su Bei looked at her dejected look, and felt a sudden pain in his heart. He let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand and took her head over:
"Silly girl."
Shan Wukue suddenly trembled, and quickly pushed Su Bei away:
"Senior brother, you and your sister have become a family... we will be together in the future..."
Su Bei cupped her cheeks with both hands, looked into her full eyes, and said domineeringly:
"What are you talking about?"
"As a senior, don't you know what Wulan's stitches look like?"
During the time she was with Dan Wulan, her clothes were damaged several times. She had sewn them for herself. It would be better to say that the sewing was poor, but the sewing style was very different from the pattern on it.
"But......"
"Nothing but!"
Su Bei hugged her whole body and looked at her eyes.
She likes him. As a man, should she still be allowed to take the initiative? With her character unlike Wulan, how could she take the initiative?
Then, with her shocked eyes, he kissed her lips.
Her movements were sluggish, and her whole body froze in place, letting Su Bei eat it up like a wild beast.
But her lips were soft and sweet.
Su Bei hugged her not very quickly, at least for a person in the middle stage of returning to the virtual world, it was very slow.
But there was no way to avoid it. Could it be that he was used to it? When he was at the Sword Peak, he used to grab his arm and teach him the so-called sword heart?
The stiffness of her body gradually became softer, until her lips parted, and her half-opened and half-closed eyes were filled with ripples of water.
"This kiss will bear the mark of senior brother first."
"No other men are allowed around you from now on, do you hear me?"
The words paused here. Su Bei looked at her and said softly:
"Wuque, in this situation, there is no way to retreat..."
"If you retreat, then senior brother will have no choice but to move forward."
One hand gradually slipped between her legs.
Shan Wique blushed with embarrassment and looked at Su Bei in panic. The dull hair did not sway like a propeller like before, but hung down naturally, like a frost-beaten eggplant.
She stood up and wanted to escape from here, but she was pulled back by Su Bei. Then he looked between her legs and said with a smile:
"Brother, I thought about it carefully and found that black is not suitable for you."
As he spoke, he took out a pair of pure white silk socks from the storage ring, grabbed her legs and placed them on his knees. She bit her thin lips with a shy look on her face.
He turned his head to the other side and let Su Bei put it on, curling his toes involuntarily.
Under the illumination of the light, the stretched ice threads slightly revealed a few bits of delicate flesh color at the joints, making them white and pink.
"Isn't this much better?"
A big spider with the head of the elder Su Bei suddenly appeared in Shan Wique's mind, constantly weaving a large web. No matter how much he tossed it, he could not escape from the spider silk tied to his body.
"Let's go watch the game."
"I also want to cheer for the disciples of the Sword Sect..."
...
Su Bei and Shan Wuque came to the auditorium on Wenxian Road. Before they could sit down, there was a deafening exclamation in their ears, and then there was a lot of discussion and envy:
"Oh my god, that must be Luo Wuqi, the Taoist disciple of the Dao Sect! He climbed to the eightieth floor so quickly!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems that this Daozi is expected to win the top spot on the Hidden Dragon Ranking for Dao Zong again!"
"The three little gods of Wuhua Palace are doing pretty well, and their positions are already around the fiftieth floor."
As Su Bei and the two sat down, they instantly attracted the attention of many people.
Some elders from small sects quickly walked towards Su Bei with smiles on their faces, cupping their fists and saying: