Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Xu Ming, holding Shen Sheng's hand, followed Mo Zhu'er into the cave.

Shen Sheng looked at Xu Ming with concern.

Xu Ming shook his head and patted Shen Sheng's little head: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Still fine? You're practically dying," Mo Zhu'er retorted, rolling her eyes at Xu Ming.

Xu Ming: "…"

"Come, sit down." Mo Zhu'er smoothed her skirt, knelt on the ground, sat on her thighs, straightened her body, and patted the floor in front of her.

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Xu Ming looked at Mo Zhu'er with some doubt.

Mo Zhu'er said unhappily: "Don't look at me like that. If you die now, it won't do me any good. Besides, don't you not believe that I can regulate the spiritual power and true qi in your body? Now I'll show you a little."

Xu Ming still didn't move forward.

Mo Zhu'er rolled her eyes at Xu Ming: "If you don't believe me, then just drag it out. But I'll tell you in advance that the person who wants to kill you is not me, but the entire Black Lotus Sect.

Maybe you are already on the Black God Sect's list.

Do you really have the confidence to face the assassination of those cultivators?

Moreover, I am not helping you this time for nothing.

I have a condition."

"Speak," Xu Ming looked at Mo Zhu'er, feeling that this was more like it.

If Mo Zhu'er helped him without any conditions, he would feel uneasy no matter what.

And the woman in front of him would never do such a losing business.

"If nothing else, the other saintesses and sons of the Black Lotus Sect should also vaguely know that I have fallen into your hands. They are probably thinking of ways to kill me now.

I can help you recuperate.

But you must protect me."

Xu Ming smiled: "What if I don't protect you?"

Mo Zhu'er's lips curled up, her eyes curved, with a calm look: "If that's really the case, I can't help it~ I can only believe your verbal promise, do I have other options?

Besides, if I die, I guarantee that in this world, there will be no second person who can help you solve the problem of spiritual power and true qi in your body."

Xu Ming narrowed his eyes: "Are you so confident? Do you think that in this world, only you can help me?"

Mo Zhu'er leaned forward, her hands propped on the ground, her knees kneeling on the stone, her buttocks raised, revealing a patch of white cleavage in front of her chest: "I believe that in this world, only I can help you, and no one else!"

Xu Ming: "."

After Xu Ming pondered for a while, he stopped talking and sat in front of Mo Zhu'er.

"I accept your conditions, come on." Xu Ming was not the kind of person who liked to get entangled.

"You're not too stupid." Mo Zhu'er's lips curled up, and she sat back down, "Next, I will use spiritual power to enter your body. Don't worry, spiritual power is the cleanest thing in this world. I don't have the means to poison you through spiritual power."

"Let's try." Xu Ming closed his eyes.

Mo Zhu'er whispered a few words of "unromantic" at Xu Ming, and then propped her white and tender little hand on Xu Ming's back.

Xu Ming clearly felt Mo Zhu'er's spiritual power entering his spiritual veins and meridians.

The manic martial artist's true qi and spiritual power, under Mo Zhu'er's mediation, miraculously calmed down slowly.

Xu Ming gradually felt that it was not that Mo Zhu'er's mediation was so powerful, but that Mo Zhu'er's spiritual power was very special.

Her spiritual power was like a medicinal spring, and everything would gradually calm down wherever it went.

No wonder Mo Zhu'er said so confidently that only she could solve the problem of her spiritual power and true qi.

This should be due to Mo Zhu'er's special physique.

"Pfft!"

After a stick of incense, Xu Ming spat out a mouthful of瘀blood.

Shen Sheng was so frightened that she shivered, thinking that this妖女 was unfavorable to Brother Xu, she opened her mouth to bite Mo Zhu'er.

"I'm fine." Xu Ming pushed his palm out, made a forbidden gesture, slowly opened his eyes, and felt much better.

Xu Ming once again circulated the spiritual power and true qi in his body, feeling very smooth.

Although it is said that the spiritual power and true qi in his body are not completely adjusted, it is also eighty or ninety percent.

"Hoo, it's better."

Mo Zhu'er touched her forehead.

Just adjusting Xu Ming for half a stick of incense, Mo Zhu'er was already covered in sweat, the skirt on her body was tightly attached to Mo Zhu'er's figure, her hair was stuck on her forehead, and the blush on her cheeks was even more attractive.

"How do you feel? Have I ever lied to you?" Mo Zhu'er smiled.

"Indeed, you didn't lie to me." Xu Ming believed that she really had the ability to regulate the conflict between her spiritual power and martial artist's true qi.

"What I'm helping you now is only temporary." Mo Zhu'er looked directly into Xu Ming's eyes, "If you want to know the fundamental solution, give me the antidote first."

To the north of Rouge City, there is a mountain range.

At the foot of the highest peak in the middle of the mountain range, there is a stone tablet.

There is such a line on the stone tablet — "Unite the joy of the world and practice the happiness of the world."

Looking at this line on the stone tablet, a man touched his chin and said to the servant beside him: "It should be here."

"Yes, young master." The old servant nodded.

"Let's go, go up."

The man opened his paper fan, fanned the wind, and looked like a suave gentleman.

Walking into the mountain gate, both sides of the mountain road were very quiet, and there was no one.

Walking up about a hundred meters, a man and a woman guarding the gate were doing the Hehuan thing at the door.

Just in broad daylight, the man lifted the woman's skirt, and the woman propped up on the tree next to her, and the cry was extremely charming.

This good erotic picture made the servants around the man couldn't help swallowing their saliva, feeling hot in their stomachs.

"Excuse me, brother, can you report to your sect master?" The man pretended not to see anything and bowed to the man and woman.

The Hehuan Sect male disciple glanced at the person holding the fan, who looked like a scholar: "Who are you? Our sect master is not someone you can see if you want to."

"I am the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect in the Western Regions, named Ji Wuming." Ji Wuming revealed his family.

Hearing that the person named Ji Wuming was the Holy Son of the Black Demon Sect, the Hehuan Sect's male disciple stopped his movements all of a sudden, causing the woman under him to curl her lips.

The Hehuan Sect man immediately pulled up his pants and looked up and down at the Black Lotus Sect Holy Son.

"Please come with me."

The Hehuan Sect male disciple bowed and said solemnly.

He didn't know whether the other party was really the Holy Son of the Black Lotus Sect.

But if the other party was real and he didn't let him go up, then he would be the one who died.