The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The sun was shining brightly, and the coldness disappeared.

Zhao Linger, who took the warm sun jade, felt warm and the coldness disappeared.

At this time, the fairy's black hair was lifted, bringing a fragrant breeze.

Zhao Linger greedily took a deep breath, "As expected of a fairy, it smells so good!"

Then she frowned slightly, "Why is there a strange smell mixed in?"

Looking at Song Zhixue's figure getting farther and farther away, she hurried into the yard without thinking too much.

This is the front courtyard, where several plum trees are planted, each of which is blooming with bright plum blossoms, as gorgeous as rouge, beautiful beyond words.

Zhao Linger followed Song Zhixue's footsteps closely.

Entering the house and passing through a long corridor, Song Zhixue took her to the backyard.

There is a pavilion and a pool of water in the backyard.

The water in the pool was cold, with wisps of white smoke rising, and it was freezing cold.

Song Zhixue moved lightly and came to the edge of the cold pool, staring at the cold air in the pool, and the heat in her body was slightly relieved.

"Bathe." She opened her red lips lightly, and her voice was like the sound of nature.

Zhao Linger heard the order and hurried forward to undress Song Zhixue.

As the pure white dress floated to the ground, Song Zhixue's beautiful figure and snow-white skin were fully exposed. The upper body was a close-fitting pink underwear, and the lower body was a pair of underwear made of light gauze.

Zhao Linger continued to remove the last piece of shame for her...

Soon, Song Zhixue's jade body was unreservedly displayed in front of Zhao Linger.

"Miss, you are so beautiful..." She said softly with envy, with sincere admiration in her eyes.

Song Zhixue did not speak, but shook her head slightly, and her hairpin seemed to be pulled by a mysterious spiritual power and flew into the air.

Her ink-like black hair poured down, covering her smooth back like a waterfall.

She stepped lightly into the cold pool until her body was completely immersed in the water.

The heat in her heart gradually dissipated under the infiltration of the pool water.

Zhao Linger stared blankly at the side, with a hint of obsession in her eyes.

After a long time, she woke up from her dream, and secretly said in her heart that it was not good. She was just a maid, how could she stare at Song Zhixue so presumptuously.

She quickly avoided her gaze.

But she was secretly happy in her heart, being able to serve the fairy, I have no regrets in this life!

If I can grind with the fairy... it is worth dying for! !

This thought made her cheeks flush with shyness.

····

In the cold pool, Song Zhixue sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool like a jade sculpture, and the cold air around her seemed to condense around her.

She closed her eyes tightly and chanted the formula of "Taishang Wangqing Jue":

"Forget about love in the world, and the heart is still in the abyss of water."

"Put aside worldly thoughts and be free and at ease like an immortal."

"Wander in the realm of Taixu, and focus on the top of the spiritual platform."

"In the place without form and shape, Taishang Wangqing sleeps."

Just as her mood gradually calmed down, the erotic scene of Qin Shou and Zhou Guoguo's intercourse suddenly emerged in her mind.

This scene entangled her like a demon, making her heart unable to calm down.

"Why... I think of them..."

Song Zhixue's face changed slightly, and her hands involuntarily held up a pool of cold water in the cold pool. The cold water was like an arrow, hitting her face, but it could not erase the disturbing picture at all.

Zhao Linger, who was good at observing words and expressions, saw at a glance that Song Zhixue's expression was a little strange.

She walked forward lightly and asked with concern: "Miss, what's wrong with you? Is there something bothering you?"

"Yes!" Song Zhixue did not deny it. She stared at Zhao Linger and said softly: "Linger, do you still remember Qin Shou?"

"Qin Shou?" Zhao Linger's eyes revealed a trace of confusion. This name seemed to be looming in the depths of her memory, but it was difficult to recall immediately.

Song Zhixue reminded slightly: "Have you forgotten? The young man who hugged you on the Xianyun Ladder?"

A trace of memory suddenly flashed through Zhao Linger's mind. Her beautiful cheeks instantly blushed like the sunset. She lowered her head shyly and said softly: "Miss, I remember it! Why do you suddenly mention this person?"

Song Zhixue closed her eyes slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared on her beautiful face.

Tonight, she accidentally discovered what Qin Shou and Zhou Guoguo were doing, and found that Qin Shou privately learned the Xianyun Sect's skills.

With a virtuous heart, she knew that the punishment of Xianyun Sect was extremely severe.

If she really told the elders about this, Qin Shou would probably be doomed.

As for Qin Shou's stay or departure, she was really undecided, so she asked Zhao Linger for her opinion: "Linger, do you think this person should join our Xianyun Sect?"

Zhao Linger recalled the time when she was touched by Qin Shou's dirty hands, and said righteously: "This boy, as his name suggests, is a beast, and he must not be accepted into our Xianyun Sect!"

Hearing this, Song Zhixue's saintly heart was shaken...