The Taoist Companion of Jianmen Senior Brother Turned Out to Be...[puishu]

Luo Qinghuan, the senior brother of Jianxin Sect, has a secret. As a book traveler, he neither wanted to repeat the fate of the protagonist in the original work who was kidnapped and crushed to ashes, nor did he want to be devoured by the infatuation poison in his body and become a mentally retarded person who only knew what to do. So the Black Iron Cold Sword that had been with him since childhood became a tacit pair of monks with him. Luo Qinghuan: "Anyway, if you practice dual cultivation with people, your reputation will be ruined. What about fighting with swords? Swords don't count as people. Rounding it all off, I'm still a young person!" The sword spirit was knocked down by him when he transformed for the first time: "?" The sword spirit's human form was that of a handsome young man in black clothes, who held him on his knees submissively. Although it didn't feel good the first time, it will get better if you try it a few more times. It's just that every time after the spiritual power is blended, there will always be suspicious water marks on the hilt of the black iron sword. "It's weird, shouldn't the hilt be the leg..." Luo Qinghuan wiped the blade of the sword and whispered suspiciously, and his fingertips unconsciously traced the raised cloud patterns. Suddenly he felt the cold sword in his palm trembling slightly, and the sword spirit transformed into his body and held him against the edge of the pool. "Master, are you trying this?" A big hand with sharp bones led him to touch it. The hilt of the sword, which should have been cold, was surprisingly hot. "Back then, you were curious about why the hilt of the sword was covered with fine wine every time you practiced. Now, have you tested the results?" The tips of Luo Qinghuan's ears felt hot, and she remembered that she secretly examined the hilt of the sword while the sword spirit was dormant. The lines on the sword hilt ran over his skin, causing him to tremble, but he was caught by the suddenly awakened sword spirit. At this moment, his jade-like body was pressed against his back, and the low laughter overflowing from Sword Spirit's throat made his spine numb: "Since the master said he wanted to do an experiment, he should try it a thousand times..." Later, I always saw the Xuanyuan Sword hanging at the side of Luo Qinghuan's waist, the sword tip swaying lightly with every step. Occasionally, some disciples are confused as to why the senior brother always holds his waist while teaching. The only clue is the wet water mark between the lin lines on the sword hilt. Small Theater At the sword trial meeting, Luo Qinghuan had just finished arguing with the sword, and was in the middle of a cold war. He was blocked in the peach blossom forest by the most beautiful woman in the Immortal Sect: "Senior Brother Luo's sword spirit is just a weapon after all, it is better to be with me..." Why does everyone know that he has nothing to do with his sword? Luo Qinghuan didn't even have time to say "Brother, calm down". "The master said yesterday that the human tongue is warmer than the hilt of a sword." The male ghost sword spirit suddenly appeared behind him and tightly held Luo Qinghuan, "So it turns out that it's not to provoke me, but to steal, steal, taste, and pass in a place where I can't see?" Luo Qinghuan:... People always have to pay a "little" price for their oral pleasure... Reading guide: The jealous sword spirit boss who is extremely possessive and loves to show affection, attack × has a unique brain circuit, and once he comes, he will be safe and become a popular fan. Silly and sweet article, an XP work with a cultivation background and a free-spirited cookie ISTP×ENFJ Copywriting 2025.4.6 Intention: Let yourself go