Single Dog Ending System Chapter 121 - When Uncle Master Become Master After 8

Chapter 121 - When Uncle Master Become Master After 8

Lang Qianxing had a dream, and it was a very obscene dream.
After he fainted in the Sword Casting Hall, his master stopped concentrating on forging and went to his side to help him up. He apologized softly in his ear, saying that he was suddenly angry and accidentally made a heavy hand and told him to not be angry.
Lang Qianxing was astonished that the always indifferent master actually lowered his posture in front of him. He soon felt that a pill was stuffed into his mouth.
It was probably an excellent medicine. It soon melted in the mouth, turning into a warm current that warmed his internal organs and dantian.
Immediately afterwards, his master held his hand in a very intimate way, clasping his fingers tightly, and thus giving qi to him to heal his wounds.
Lang Qianxing was reluctant to wake up.
After a while, he felt the master’s lips pressed into his ear and said a lot of words softly, but he couldn’t hear clearly. After that, his palm seemed to be slashed with a knife, then two fingers that were as cool as jade followed his blood vessels to draw blood, but he felt no pain.
Lang Qianxing felt that he might be dreaming, but the hand that touched him was so real.
Yes, that’s right. His master was touching him, still quite flirtatious too. His finger slightly circled around his body, teasing him.
Lang Qianxing only felt that his blood was surging, but his master seemed to feel that it was not enough to tease him like that.
He even stroked his lips with his fingers, slowly tracing the shape of his lips, then grinding, enticing seduction.
Lang Qianxing just wanted to open his eyes and immediately pressed the person under him. However, no matter how hard he tried, his eyelids seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, even a single slit could not be opened.
He was still struggling to open his eyes, but felt something soft on his lips. Master…is kissing him?!
It wasn’t a kiss that was like a touch of water, it was the opposite of his master’s usual indifference. The passion was lingering, like a fire, making Lang Qianxing’s soul tremble slightly.
Although Lang Qianxing found it difficult to breathe, he liked it very much.
However, his master let go of him when he teased him to the point of being in a difficult situation, then sighed, as if he was disappointed that he did not respond at all, and was about to leave.
Lang Qianxing was so anxious that he wanted to tell his master that he liked that kiss and wanted to continue, but it was as if his body had been casted by a body stilled spell, not only could he not be able to open his eyes, he could not even move his fingers.
Master really stopped touching him like he did just now, and leaned against the pillar, as if planning to really throw him away.
Lang Qianxing had no choice but to feel annoyed at himself and regret for the moment. His whole body was even more uncomfortable from getting his flame lit up by his master.
However, his master seemed to be reluctant to make him feel so uncomfortable, so he did not leave but continued it again.
Even, even taking off his pants…
Lang Qianxing seemed to be in the clouds, surrounded by soft and warm clouds, which made him sigh.
Lang Qianxing woke up and looked at the beam above his head, his face hot.
He actually had such an obscene dream about Qin Lang.
“Qianxing, you’re awake.” As soon as Bo Yi came in and saw that Lang Qianxing had opened his eyes, he quickly walked to his bed and looked at his face, “Why are your face so red, are you not feeling well?”
Lang Qianxing coughed unnaturally and try to sit up, “I’m fine, senior brother…Master he…”
But his body was a little weak, and the dizziness from sitting up suddenly made him almost faint again.
“Ai?” Bo Yi came to help him, propped him up with a pillow, and let him lean on it, “You should take good care of your wounds.”
Lang Qianxing pressed his forehead with his hand and felt a tingling sensation in his hand, only then did he realize that his left hand was bandaged. He was stunned.
“Senior brother, what’s wrong with my hand?” As he spoke, he wanted to untie it himself and take a look at the wound.
“I don’t know,” said Bo Yi. Zhong Yi came in, he turned his head and said, “Ask senior brother. Master asked him to bring you back from the Sword Casting Hall.”
“What?” Zhong Yi came in with a qin and saw Lang Qianxing’s movements, “Qianxing, what are you doing? It was master who bandaged you. What are you doing by unraveling it, don’t you want to get better?”
Lang Qianxing’s chest jumped wildly, that dream…Could it be real?
Lang Qianxing felt that his mouth was extremely dry. He licked his chapped lips and said, “Senior brother, I…Master, did he say anything?”
“Aren’t you embarrassed to mention master!” Zhong Yi frowned, put the qin on the table, and looked at him hatefully, “Bo Yi and I have been in Qingyun Peak for more than 200 years and master has never brought us to the Sword Casting Hall. Master asked you to follow up and teach you to forge, but you didn’t even focus. I think you deserve to be injured.”
Bo Yi patted Lang Qianxing on the shoulder, saying that he couldn’t speak for him either.
“Master asked you to think behind closed doors for seven days, and you are not allowed to go anywhere.” Zhong Yi pointed to the qin he brought, “Also, master said that if you don’t practice what he taught you, he won’t see you for a day.”
“I understand.” Lang Qianxing nodded.
“Then Qianxing, take care of your injury, we won’t be able to see you for seven days.” Bo Yi patted him on the shoulder, and left the room with Zhong Yi.
In the quiet room, Lang Qianxing pressed his beating heart, and looked at the qin that Zhong Yi had placed on the table. He saw that it was the qin that Qin Lang played that night.
He wanted to get out of bed and touch the qin, but his physical condition didn’t seem to be very good. He tried several times without success, so he had to look at it from a distance.
Yun Jue didn’t kill him, and even let him recuperate by thinking behind closed doors. To tell the truth, Lang Qianxing is happy.
The temptation in the Sword Casting Hall was naturally not that Lang Qianxing was courting death, he even maintained his hand.
After being reborn, he got a mustard seed space. This space is very different. It has entrances and exits, and once people enter, they can be completely isolated from the outside world.
He divided his consciousness into two parts, leaving half in the space. Even if his outside body and the other half of soul were destroyed by Yun Jue, he would not die completely, and could slowly cultivate the qi in the space.
Instead of being trapped in this Qingyun Peak forever, it is better to die than live.
However, it turns out that Yun Jue is really not like Yun Hua on the surface and behind the scenes. He is still a person who is easy to soften.
Lang Qianxing untied the muslin cloth wrapped around his hand and looked at the wound on his palm that was healing. The person who bandaged him obviously used good medicine for the wound.
Although the injury on his hand was the same as in the dream, when he calmed down, he only felt that it was just a boundless spring dream.
Yun Jue might feed him medicinal pills, heal his wounds, or take his blood for something, but it is impossible for him to rub against his ears, cannot take the initiative to tease him and kiss him, and it is absolutely impossible for him to lean down and give him his lips…
Even if he can really form a daoist companion with Yun Jue in the future, it would be difficult for Yun Jue to be obedient for him, let alone that?
After ten days without seeing Lang Qianxing, Qin Lang already felt that he was living more and more like a daoist priest. It was too fucking bland and boring. So he hangs up every day to play games and watch movies with Twenty-Five, but he can’t stop the emptiness and loneliness in his heart.
I miss my husband, I miss my husband’s big chest muscles, why hasn’t my husband come to me yet?
Just when Qin Lang was thinking about his husband, the sword he had been forging for Lang Qianxing was complete.
At the moment when the sword was completed, Qingyun Peak was shrouded in dark clouds. Behind the thick cloud layer, a mighty thunder was brewing.
“It’s heaven thunder! Qingyun Peak has attracted heaven thunder!”
“Is it Daozun Yun Jue? Is this a pill or a talisman tribulation?”
“No matter what it is, it’s nothing to do with us. It didn’t take long for Daozun Yun Jue to attract heaven thunder. This thing must have been prepared for his new disciple.”
“Oh, I really envy him, his luck is so good…”
“Who said it wasn’t? Who doesn’t know that the daozun Yun Jue of Tianyun Sect is proficient in everything and is the most valued disciple of ancestor Qiu Xuan.”
“Ordinary four peaks disciples like us can only look.”
There were envious voices around, Li Xiu clenched the broom in his hand, his face was full of resentment. Tianyun Sect’s disciples who entered together, they have the same cultivation base, the same diligence, but Lang Qianxing became Yun Jue’s personal disciple, but he was only Baiyun Peak ordinary disciple that can only sweep the floor in daozun Yun Hua’s courtyard.
How unfair!
Yun Hua came out of the room and squinted to see the thunder in the clouds above cloud peak, his eyes darkened slightly.
He was about to turn around and enter the room, but inadvertently swept across the expression of an inconspicuous disciple in the yard. Yun Hua lightly lifted the corner of his mouth and asked the disciple, “What’s your name?”
The disciple knelt down nervously and replied, “Disciple Li Xiu.”
When Qin Lang came out of the Sword Casting Hall, his three apprentices were already waiting outside the hall, each with a more excited expression than the other.
Every cultivator who cultivates to a certain level will also encounter thunder tribulation, it won’t be unfamiliar anymore after golden core. Life and death are in an instant. If one passes it, they will go to a higher level; if one can’t cross it, they will only die.
The same goes for objects. Only after this tribulation can it be called a treasure.
Seeing the three of them, Qin Lang understood their excitement at witnessing the birth of a divine weapon for the first time. He also wanted to have a word with his husband, who he hadn’t seen for a long time, but he still had a serious face and ordered, “Go back.”
Seeing his serious expression, Zhong Yi didn’t dare to disobey the order in order to satisfy his junior brother’s curiosity.
It’s not as close as in the library here, but Qin Lang’s figure can also be seen.
Qin Lang was already standing above the Sword Casting Hall at some point in time. He was holding a sword in his hand. The sword blade seems to flow like red clouds, it stands out even more against his white clothes as the background.
That should be the result of his work in the Sword Casting Hall in the past few months. The three people in the library watched with bated breath.
Qin Lang stood on the roof so quietly, not doing anything, as if he didn’t even prepare a formation.
Although Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were excited, looking at Qin Lang’s appearance, they guessed that this sword should be the top grade of two thunder or three thunder. If it is a best or against heaven artifact, most use formations or other treasures to resist the thunder, which in turn temper the sword but not a divine sword which ultimately ruins it.
Soon, the clouds were getting lower and lower, and the sound of thunder rolling was getting closer.
When the first thunderstruck, Qin Lang, who had been standing on the roof without any movement, finally moved.
He lifted the sword in his hand, made a sword move, and faced the thunder head on. When the sword swung out, it was like red flame, igniting an extremely dazzling firework splitting the heaven thunder, and even lit up the cloud above.
Although the people watching from Tianyun Sect couldn’t see Qin Lang’s figure like Lang Qianxing and others did, they could imagine the imposing manner of the person holding the sword just from the fireworks that still left traces in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the second heaven thunder also fell. Qin Lang used a sword move again, as if it was a set of swordsmanship with the move just now, each sword had the potential to split the heaven.
The third one, the fourth one…the heaven thunder showed no sign of stopping at all.
Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were dumbfounded.
The other three daozun of Tianyun Sect also arrived in front of the Sword Casting Hall.
And Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang, whose clothes were slightly damaged by the thunder after countless thunder. His heartbeat was so fast that his body could hardly bear it.
He clenched his hands tightly and looked at the figure who was still splitting the heaven thunder with a fiery red sword.
That sword used his blood. That sword was made by Qin Lang for him.
Every time the thunder struck, he could feel a pure qi pouring into his body. His previous life’s cultivation had also reached nascent soul, so he naturally understood where such pure qi came from. From that sword, from the thunder that was cut and absorbed by the sword.
He spread out his left hand and found that his hand was trembling a little, there was a shallow mark on the palm. He didn’t know what kind of medicine was used by the person who bandaged him, even the scar disappeared very quickly.
T/N: I’m not sure if heaven thunder or tribulation thunder sound more appropriate but it’s Tianlei or I’m going with heaven thunder.