i have a sword fairy

As soon as Zhao Rong stopped talking, his eyes also stopped on the bright moon outside the window. His complexion gradually became strange. He didn't lower his head, but he used a little force with his three fingers, and finely twirled Concubine Zhao Ling's underclothes.

After a while.

Zhao Rong couldn't help lowering his head to take another peek. He blinked, unfolded his apron again, and took a closer look. Suddenly, his eyes stopped somewhere.

It was a line of elegant small characters, embroidered with colored silk threads.

"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin."

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, pursing his lips in silence.

He remembered meeting her "for the first time" that day in the Four Seasons Hall of the Fourth Mansion of the Taiqing Dynasty, and he happened to be a student in Qingjin.

The green one is your collar, and the long one is my state of mind.

But for Zhao Rong, this love poem, with the method of "fu", has a deeper meaning, which is clear at a glance.

He couldn't help but see Qingjun's raised brows and eye corners, and his softly squinted long eyes again in his mind.

She smiled like a dimple.

Brother Rong, do you know that since you left, I have been thinking about you all the time these days, and your shadow always appears in front of my eyes.

If you don't see each other for a day, it will be three autumns.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

This line of characters happened to be located on the upper right side of the apron, and he turned his thoughts. According to Qingjun's slender figure, if he wore this pure white apron embroidered with cool lotus flowers and tied a thin belt on the jade back, then In addition, the cafeteria of their two sons is larger, and the cloth is propped up somewhere... This line of words is exactly on Qingjun's heart.

How is this different from having his name embroidered on it?

Just shyer.

"Walk my heart..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but read it lightly again, and after that, he couldn't help but wondered again.

He misses her too.

During the day, Qingjun asked him how much he liked her.

The best of my life.

Zhao Rong didn't hesitate at that time.

Regardless of whether Qing Jun was watching his Xinhu polygraph test or not, he would have answered like this, because this was the answer, and he had a clear conscience.

Zhao Rong asked himself, Qing Jun or Xiao Xiao, who does he like more.

If it was on the way to Duyou City to find Lord Qing, especially after he and Xiaoxiao had settled down in Yuanyuan for a lifetime, Zhao Rong was still vague and even hesitant.

However, when he was at the foot of the secluded mountain, he chose to run desperately and held Qingjun's hand; He asked for a kiss and offered his first lips.

Zhao Rong felt that he had already asked his true heart.

The two grew up as childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, to growing old together in the hands of their sons, and their life and death are inseparable.

She is the bright moon above the nine heavens, always in my heart.

That little stupid girl's affection cannot be let down, and Qing Jun's affection is even more unbearable for him.

On the surface, Qing Jun's affection is the deserted moonlight, but in reality it is disguised by the scorching sun!

Just like the embroidered bellyband he is holding in his hand right now, in addition, Zhao Rong has inadvertently felt the Confucian shirt with asymmetrical sleeves, the white Xipa embroidered with fat ducks, etc., and these years He didn't know how much she did silently for him.

For some reason, Zhao Rong suddenly became curious about Qingjun's boudoir, and he didn't know how many affections sent to him were hidden there.

Also because of such ardent affection, after seeing her rushing to please her in a hurry in the morning, he dragged Qing Jun into the grove in a "monkey rush".

Zhao Rong wanted it all, but facing such Qingjun, he was calm on the surface, but felt more and more guilty in his heart, and didn't want to hide it anymore. Even in Zhao Rong's view, the time to confess to her is still immature. The reaction was intense, and chickens and eggs were beaten...

But he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second, so he hurriedly led Qing Jun into the grove, and met her eyes.

Let Qingjun take a look at his heart lake.

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't know if she looked at it, and what she saw...

Soon.

A gust of night wind broke into the house, and the soft and elegant fabric in the hand and the delicate thin ribbon hanging down were flying with the wind.

Zhao Rong came back to his senses, he went to close the window, and then looked down at the one in his hand, it seemed to be a special autumn coat carefully prepared by the lady for him to keep out the cold at night.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly.

So, from this point of view, Qing Jun shouldn't have accidentally brought it in, right?

Could it be that in her boudoir, Qing Jun stacked her underwear with the clothes knitted for him?

Ahem, this is also an excuse for the lady to grit her teeth in embarrassment when she asks her back.

Zhao Rong thought amusedly, looking forward to the next time he meets Qing Jun, ask her about this, Qing Jun's reaction, presumably her expression should be very exciting, right?

At the same time, Zhao Rong was a little stunned. Qingjun told him not to lose the cloth bag he had given him before leaving in the morning. Cough cough, if this is lost, the blood loss will be small, he guessed Qingjun had to take the dog's life with a sword to vent his anger.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look down at the pure white bellyband of the lotus. Qingjun is not a white lotus who doesn't understand anything, and he thinks so. After all, after wearing a wedding dress once, a lot of "professional knowledge" that night in the bridal chamber should be She was told by experienced women in the duke's mansion.

Thinking of this, he frowned suddenly, and said that with this apron, would the lady...

Zhao Rong stretched out both sides of the apron with both hands, lowered his head quietly, "checked" it, put it aside briefly, and immediately raised his head.

Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed, and at the same time cursed secretly, muttering: "I really have your Zhao Ziyu, try to think about what you have and what you don't have."

He just sniffed it carefully and savored the fragrance.

It is true that there is some jasmine smell unique to Qingjun, and that special virgin fragrance, but there is only a wisp of it, and it is more of a heart-breathing fragrance similar to agarwood.

Thinking about it, according to Qing Jun's temperament, it is not bad to be able to take the initiative to give this special autumn clothes to protect him from the cold when he reads at night, and to pour hot water for him instead of her bare hands when he is uncomfortable. up.

Moreover, it seemed that this carefully selected undergarment was washed again and again, and then scented, so that it was clean, and it was so embarrassing that Huarong felt at ease, and accidentally "misplaced" it in the place.

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, aware of the lady's warmth and thoughtfulness, but he still sighed lightly, if Qing Jun was in front of him at this time, Zhao Rong wanted to tell her seriously that there is no need to be so troublesome, whether it is dirty or not It doesn't matter, he can do it, he is not picky.

Cough, in fact, the original taste is second, the most important thing is to feel sorry for Qingjun's hard work, he can actually help wash and add incense, it is not such a difficult thing, so if you don't trust your husband, she is just worrying too much too much……

Zhao Rong squeezed his bellyband and sighed regretfully, while complaining that the lady was too virtuous.

Gradually, he felt that a fire was brewing in his lower abdomen, and his blood was boiling again...

Zhao Rong looked sideways subconsciously, it was early in the morning and late at night, and it was autumn, the house was quiet inside and out, and it was a good time to do things.

His eyes lingered on the pure white lotus bellyband for a while, and he nodded slightly. It was indeed time to do something. He had been waiting for several days, and there was no further delay. It just so happened that Qing Jun took great pains to help... …

In the next second, Zhao Rong clenched his fist, grabbed the lady's bellyband tightly, and walked towards the bed...

After nine breaths.

Zhao Rong turned back from the bed, returned to the open space in the middle of the room, and continued to clench his fists, Qingjun's bellyband had been carefully hidden by him.

With the aid of the vision of the little red snake boiling, probably caused by the bowl of glutinous rice porridge with lotus seeds, and the fire of qi and blood burning in the lower abdomen just now, he can calmly attack the meridians.

The chicken should not be wet, and the wet will never come again.

Qingjun is virtuous, I can't let her efforts go to waste, today my husband, I will break two more extraordinary meridians and eight meridians!

With this in mind, Zhao Rong kept walking and began to pulse.

Riding a dragon backwards, piercing a sword furnace, twisting an elbow, taking a quick step, lazily binding clothes...

The five-style boxing piles in "Backing Shanzhi" go back and forth.

Thanks to countless punches that have been performed tens of thousands of times day and night, now walking the punches has become a subconscious behavior, flowing like clouds and flowing water, so natural that it hardly needs to distract Zhao Rong's mind.

He closed his eyes and looked inside, all his mind was immersed in the meridians in his body, guiding the little red snake to gather strength and hit the next dam.

The eight extraordinary meridians, the next goal is to break the "Yang Qiao Meridian".

After about half a stick of incense, Zhao Rong, who was punching with his eyes closed, frowned slightly.

He was attacking the Yangqiao meridian, but for some reason, he felt a little restless.

It's not the wrong idea to get in touch with Qingjun's close-fitting little clothes. He reads every night, gets up early, and insists on reading and practicing boxing for so long.

As long as it is not the emotion when he is with Qing Jun and Xiao Xiaowen, he can restrain himself under other circumstances. This is also the self-discipline that Zhao Rong cultivated when he was awakened in the late stage of university in his previous life...

So what exactly is affecting the mind?

Or what was it that made him "want my heart"?

Chapter 243 I Bet You Can't Last Three Breaths

Zhao Rong inspected it carefully again, and found that there were no other distracting thoughts in his current main consciousness. He was focused and only wanted to charge his pulse with all his strength.

"It's the water of your heart lake."

Gui suddenly spoke.

Zhao Rong frowned even more, and asked in confusion: "The water of the heart lake? What does it have to do with it?"

He has never heard of the water of the heart lake, but he also generally understands that there is a heart lake in the brow chakra, which is the lake of consciousness, so the water of the heart lake is related to thoughts?

After thinking about it, Gui explained:

"There is a special practice theory in the world of Xuanhuang Cultivation, but generally only monks who are involved in the cultivation of the Heart Lake technique will understand some of it. The general meaning is that the Heart Lake, which is in charge of the monk's thoughts and consciousness, can be roughly divided into Two parts."

After a pause, it seems to be organizing the language:

"One is the shimmering waves and dark colors on the surface of the lake, and the other is the unfathomable deep water of the heart lake.

The thoughts and thoughts that you can be aware of on weekdays are the twilight waves on the lake, which can be controlled and changed by you actively; while those thoughts that are unaware, uncontrollable but real, and still thinking subconsciously are the mind. The water of the lake. "

Zhao Rong suddenly interjected: "Isn't this the conscious and subconscious mind?"

Gui paused for a while, then remained silent for a moment, "Consciousness? Subconsciousness? They are two good names. The water of the heart lake and the ripples on the surface of the lake are their manifestations..."

It remembered what it wanted to say, and turned to say:

"The water of the heart lake, um, is the subconscious mind you mentioned. It is an existence that is unfathomable and unaware of it. For us monks, it is extremely mysterious. There are so many strange things hidden in the water of the heart lake. The evil dragon in the bottom of my heart, the inner demons born when certain realms were broken through, and these road obstacles are all related to it."

Zhao Rong was thoughtful, "I understand what you mean, you mean that the reason for my restlessness is that I am subconsciously thinking about a thought that worries me?"

Gui took a few glances, "I don't know, after all, I can't see through the water of your heart lake, I don't know what you are thinking, but looking at your restless appearance, I think it should be right."

It turned and spoke again.

"My lord advises you to stop for a while and stop practicing. Cultivation is to eliminate all kinds of distracting thoughts. The mind is as clear as the water of the moon lake. You should be single-minded and not be careless. Otherwise, even a little mustard-like distracting thoughts will be magnified ten thousand times. .

And you are at the critical moment of impacting the meridians. Although you are only at the stage of breaking the meridians in the ascent to the sky, you are not even qualified to go crazy or breed demons, but the meridians are fragile after all, and you can't bear too much tossing. Let's wait. . "

Hearing this, Zhao Rong didn't immediately open his eyes and stop punching, but slowed down his movements a little. Now is the critical moment, the dam in the Yangqiao Meridian is already in danger and is about to collapse.

Success was imminent, but he was still a little hesitant, after all, he was just a little restless at the moment, and it didn't affect the matter of breaking the pulse very much.

Seemingly aware of Zhao Rong's hesitation, Gui thought about it and decided to persuade him.

"Zhao Rong." Its tone is sincere, "I am someone who has been here, listen to me, the more you don't want something to happen, the more it will happen, you should stop for a while, there is no need to rush, anyway, it is already like this If it's too late, can it be more waste material?

This seat was too strict with you before, we practice when we have the opportunity, and wait when we don’t have the opportunity. You are not in a hurry, well, you are in a hurry, so it’s not that bad, right? "

Zhao Rong's face darkened. Are you the one who persuades people like this? As expected of someone who has been here, no matter how you listen, you feel that you are caring for "waste people"?

He complained in his heart, pondered for a moment, did not reply, and continued to walk.

Sensing that Zhao Rong was still moving non-stop, Jian Ling's tone was rare.

"Stop practicing, Zhao Rong, monks climb the mountain to be just in case, not just in case. You should stop and don't gamble anymore. I know that this vision of boiling your innate vitality is rare. It's a pity that it cools down naturally...how about, why don't you take out your lady's tube top...while it's hot?"

Zhao Rong: "..."

"Get out!" Zhao Rong couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a bad mood.

His tone is serious.

"I'm not betting that it won't come, I'm waiting for it to come, I want to see what kind of thought is hidden in the water of the heart lake, which can make me uneasy. I want to take a good look at it, how it affects me. pulse!"

Gui Wenyan continued to persuade with a tone like a person who came over:

"Zhao Rong, what you can't hold on to is not because I look down on you, but because you can't hold on, so it hides at the bottom of the lake that makes you uneasy. For a moment, it flashes very fast, you can't do it, really, I bet you can't last three breaths, stop quickly."

Zhao Rong frowned even more. At this time, the dam in the "Yang Qiao Meridian" in his body was already shaking like a candle in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he had cut through hesitation, and his mind was firm.

Within the meridians in the body, the little red snake circulates and gathers momentum in the "Ren Vessel", "Du Vessel", and "Yinqiao Vessel", which is composed of the three meridians, and turns hundreds of times and turns a thousand times.

In the middle of the room, Zhao Rong took a step to the right, bent his elbows and leaned forward, his momentum was strong and light.