She sighed and said, “If it’s just that simple what you want, then I feel relieved.”

You greedy child, you obviously want me to lose my qualification as a mother.

He nestled in the warm and familiar embrace, and gradually fell asleep, simply sleeping for the sake of sleeping. The blush on Ye Wanqing’s pretty face gradually faded, and she seemed to be unsatisfied and felt empty. She had no choice but to hug her son, close her eyes, pat his back, and raise the corner of her mouth. “My little rascal, there’s really nothing I can do with him!”

Later, Ye Hong woke up once and found that his clothes had been taken off. The mother and son hugged each other in their arms, lay on the bed, and fell asleep again.

Outside the door, Xiao Zi was quietly guarding the door. He and Yu’er looked at each other, and for a moment, they were both speechless.

……

The next morning, Ye Hong woke up slowly. The moment he opened his eyes, he realized his situation again. He got up but found that the bed next to him was empty, and the delicate body that should have embraced him and radiated warmth was not beside him.

With a blank expression on his face, he put on his clothes, and still went to Lotus Mountain and threw himself into the thunder pool.

Qingyi looked at him in silence, and suddenly spoke, “Didn’t I give you a holiday? Have you recovered?”

“Master, I can’t enjoy it all the time.”

Ye Hong has always known that the so-called vacation is just a time to enjoy himself after studying. He does not actually get a complete rest. Staying up late to play games and read novels is even more tiring than going to school.

I can’t be weak all the time.

Speaking of which, Ye Hong has always been troubled by the fact that he does not have the legendary “invincible Taoist heart”. He is doubtful and cowardly, but in Qingyi’s eyes, he has shown extraordinary tenacity and perseverance.

If a person insists on holding himself to an unrealistic, highest standard and not having any desires at all, he is actually asking for trouble.

The true Qi of thunder poured into his body, from head to heel, from hands to feet, up to the Niwan Palace, in the middle to the Jiang Palace, down to the bottom of the Yongquan Palace, the three parts and eight scenes, and all within his internal organs. Although it was painful and difficult, he knew that he was still alive. Ye Hong groaned and turned sideways, curled up like a fetus, then suddenly turned over and knelt in the pool.

Soon, the whole body seems to be caught in a melee with itself.

His body was telling him that it didn’t want to suffer like this anymore.

Ye Hong said, shut up, I am about to master the Taoist skill.

A few more days passed, and as expected, when the Spring Festival was approaching, he finally mastered the first level of “The Thunder’s Power, the God-shaking Strength” recorded in “The Art of Thunder Travels the World·Physical Training”. Legend has it that if one cultivates to the tenth level, one can kill a god with one blow, hence the name “The God-shaking Strength”, but no one has ever mastered it.

To explain in detail, the whole process is like this, then like that, and finally like that again, that’s it. It’s completely metaphysics, all you have to do is torture yourself… Maybe this can be called a magic skill?

Chapter 154: Madness

“I really have mastered it.”

Observing from a distance were the three ancestors Chenyu, Shenhe, and Qionghua, all of them were amazed.

Chenyu’s expression changed, and she asked Shenhe beside her: “Hulu’er, in your opinion, can he successfully survive the thunder tribulation like this?”

Shen He shook her head slightly. Of course, things were not that simple. Now she was just not afraid of ordinary thunder, but she was probably still far from being able to swallow the dragon’s heavenly thunder.

Chenyu didn’t say anything else, but watched Ye Hong and Qingyi talking intently. He pulled Qingyi over and made her stand beside him. He stood on tiptoe and whispered something to her. The latter looked at him calmly and peacefully. It was unknown what the two of them said.

Grandmaster Qionghua came in front of the two and sighed, “Before that, we have to find a way to prepare some ‘Sky Thunder’ for him.”

Chen Yu suddenly said, “Are you really going to ignore their business?”

Shen He’s eyes flashed with displeasure, her face was unfriendly, and she sneered, “She is a slut herself, why should I care?”

Hearing this, Qionghua was stunned for a moment, then she felt that this was a family affair between sisters, and it was not appropriate for her to interfere. At most, she could just say a few words that would not solve the actual problem. It was better not to say anything and her eyes returned to a place not far away.

There, Ye Hong was holding Qingyi’s wrist, and the two of them were walking towards the back mountain.

A handsome young man and a gorgeous woman in white were walking along the undulating mountains, along the winding paths, and through the dense woods.

Who would have thought that I would meet an acquaintance.

Liu Heting’s figure was like a rainbow across the sky, passing by. He had just returned to the main sect today. As soon as he got home, he saw his own disciple holding his sister’s hand intimately. He couldn’t help but be stunned, wondering when the relationship between the two had become so good, so he strode towards them.

He coughed lightly and flicked his sleeves. “Hey, Hong, what are you guys planning to do?”

Hearing this voice, Ye Hong’s eyes widened instantly. Oh no, he was discovered.

Qingyi’s face was very calm. She kindly broke away from his hand. Ye Hong glanced at her subconsciously, then restrained his expression and bowed to Liu Heting, saying, “Disciple greets the Master.”

Unexpectedly, before Liu Heting could say anything, Qingyi sneered, “Humph, what kind of headmaster is he?”

The head sect master, as the name suggests, is a sage from ancient times who is in charge of a religion. It is said that “the sage holds one religion and is the shepherd of the world.” Now, the Qiuye Sect is only a second- or third-rate force in the Hua Sect. It relies on the protection of the Hua Sect to be ranked among the eight sects. How can it deserve this title?

At this moment, Qingyi felt very unhappy. This traitor, didn’t he know how to talk nicely? Why did he treat his brother one way and treat her another way?

Hearing his sister’s words, Liu Heting couldn’t help but blush, then smiled gently, without getting angry, “It seems that my sister doesn’t want to see me, and thinks that I have disturbed you while you are teaching me. Then I can’t leave.”

He patted Ye Hong on the shoulder and said to him, “Well, it seems that you have made great progress during this period of time. That’s great, but you must not be proud. You still need to practice diligently and don’t be lazy. We’ll talk about it next time we meet.”

Ye Hong originally wanted to casually ask where the master had been during this period of time, and where Senior Brother Murong had been working as a slave, but since he said so, he must be in a hurry to pay a visit to Grandmother Shenhe, so he could only talk about it next time.

“Farewell, Master.”

Liu Heting smiled and shook his head, then turned and left. He seemed not to notice anything unusual and was unaware of the romance between the two.

After he walked away, Qingyi kicked her own disciple calmly, stared at him with her bright eyes, and moved her lips, as if she wanted to scold him for “treating people differently according to their status”, but she held back.

Ye Hong immediately understood what was going on. He was probably feeling unbalanced, so he took a few steps forward and said aggrievedly, “Master, I didn’t touch your buttocks or finger your vagina just now. I endured all of these. It would be fine if you didn’t praise me, but why did you hit me?”

He pretended to be surprised, “Oh, I understand. Could it be that Master is angry because I didn’t do anything? I will pay attention next time…”

Qingyi froze in place for a moment. Her pretty face turned red again unconsciously. Her ears also turned red. She was so angry that her voice trembled. “Shut up!”

Watch your head!

You still want to be praised, you should be polite and respectful, isn’t that what you should do? Could it be that you dare to touch me in front of Liu Heting?

What on earth are you thinking about all day long?

Qingyi pretended to fight again, and seeing this, Ye Hong pulled Qingyi’s hand as if begging for mercy, and shook it gently in a coquettish manner.

She then sneered and withdrew her hand. Her anger subsided a little, but her beautiful eyes were still staring at him.

At this moment, in Ye Hong’s eyes, the master’s skin was snow-white, and the white gauze skirt covered her whole body, but it could not hide her seductive body and the slender legs under the skirt, her snow-white neck, and her slender hands as smooth as mutton-fat jade, all of which had a heart-swaying luster, and the angry expression on her face made people feel extremely cute.

Ye Hong was a little proud. How could he not be proud? His master had always been a cold and aloof fairy who devoted herself to the Tao. If it weren’t for him, the “cowherd”, the damn mud-legged man who forced her to come down to the mortal world, she would probably never consider the love affairs of the mortal world.

The thought of her calling me a stinky dog ​​with disgust on her face, but being unable to reject me, this feeling is so great!

He held her sleeve and begged eagerly, “Master, let’s go quickly.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Since Ye Hong walked fast, she deliberately slowed down her pace, sneering in her heart.

……

The master and the disciple came to the tree house, and all the furnishings inside were so simple.

Qingyi lay on the bed with her clothes on, looking at the ceiling. Ye Hong kissed her fragrant neck and then held her slender hand.

She was not as indifferent as she seemed. On the contrary, such teasing made her feel a little hot inside.

Ye Hong said teasingly, saying that one day he would succumb to his fate of wanting to possess her forever and take her by force.

Taking over by force was not even a taboo between the two of them.

Qingyi just sneered and said, “Then I will castrate you,” as if this was her most powerful threat.

He said, no matter what, as long as he had a good time, he would be willing to die on his master.

This extremely lazy character really left her speechless for a moment.

Sometimes, Qingyi would sigh that the world is unpredictable. Who could have thought that the relationship between the two would develop to this point?

It would be a lie to say that she didn’t have high hopes for her apprentice now; but it would also be impossible for her to attach great importance to him from the beginning.

If you think about it carefully, it is because she poured too much love into him step by step, and in the end she could no longer take it back, let alone accept the sinking, so she became more and more indulgent towards him, and felt less and less concerned.

With her mind full of thoughts, Qingyi pursed her lips and accepted it submissively. When she was excited, she just hugged him tightly, feeling his breath and his heartbeat. She had a slightly girlish expression, with a cold face and red ears.

He was not as soft as the quilt, but he was warmer than the quilt…

She couldn’t hate him anymore.

After the kiss, Ye Hong suddenly said, “Master, there is something I have been hiding from you.” Then, he briefly recounted the previous conversation he had with his mother about marriage, love, and maternal destiny… In short, my mother doesn’t allow me to marry you, what about you?

If you feel unhappy, the three of us can sit down and talk about it together. There will always be a solution that satisfies everyone.

Even if there isn’t, there will be a “greatest common divisor”.

The expression on Qingyi’s face was a little stiff, but it broke after a moment. She sneered and called him crazy.

Surprisingly, her and Ye Wanqing’s positions were very consistent. One believed that her son should not get married, and the other believed that she should not get married.

Chapter 155 Inviting Parents

Qingyi thought silently in her heart, perhaps, it was time to meet with his mother and have a good talk.

She is decisive and does things as soon as she says she will.

After “dealing with” Ye Hong’s tenderness, he sent a letter to Ye Wanqing inviting her to spare some time to meet him.

Ye Wanqing was naturally very surprised at first when she received the invitation.

Because she rarely goes out, few people can see her, let alone invite her.

After finding out that the person who made the invitation was Liu Qingyi, her son’s teacher, she felt even more uneasy. After all, she had already heard about all the bad things her son had done, such as confessing to the female teacher. Could it be that this time the other party came to her on purpose to complain?

She immediately wrote back a letter and agreed with Qingyi on the time and place to meet.

Naturally, things like this should be resolved as quickly as possible.

It is better to do it today than to wait for a day. On the next day, Ye Hong said goodbye to his mother, went out and went down the mountain as usual.

After her son left, Ye Wanqing dressed neatly and waited quietly for the moment to meet Qingyi. There seemed to be a hint of melancholy between her brows.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Yu’er rushed in, flying up and down like a bird. Ye Wanqing reached out and hugged her in her arms, asking her to sit down beside her. She then silently calculated in her heart that it was almost time and Liu Qingyi should be here soon.

Yu’er held her chin with one hand, looked up and asked, “Wanqing, what’s wrong with you? Are you nervous?”

It felt like her body was collapsing.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly. Really, is it so obvious? Even a little kid can see it.

To be precise, facing Liu Qingyi was not simply a feeling of nervousness, but rather a feeling of being at a loss.

Yu Er added: “But it doesn’t matter.”

“Why do you say that?”

She said as a matter of course: “Because that boy is here. I have known him for such a long time, and I have never seen him suffer any loss.”