The invincible Xiaoqiang became a god through dual cultivation

What surprised Xiyue was that Qiu Feng actually passed under her skirt.

She was slightly disappointed and confused.

For many years, no one could remain unmoved in front of her.

At dawn, the passenger ship docked, and the passengers were in a hurry to get off the ship. The scene was a bit chaotic.

The pontoon was already crowded with people, and some were even cursing.

Xiyue Qiufeng didn't want to squeeze in. They were the last batch of people to get off the boat.

There are many people on the river beach, and the hard-working vendors take the trouble to ask and recommend their products.

"Brother Qiu Feng, I am really happy traveling with you. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Xiyue's eyes were full of farewell and reluctance, and she stood on tiptoes and kissed Qiu Feng.

"Okay, sister Xiyue, see you later."

Qiu Feng didn't want to stay long, so he said goodbye to Xiyue after getting off the boat. He wanted to go find out about Luojia Village as soon as possible and return to Zhongtian City after finishing his business.

It turns out that Luojia Village is not very far away, it is also a small village close to Zhongtian River.

Without stopping in Qingyuan City, Qiu Feng and Yu'er only flew for an hour before they saw Luojia Village, located in a large river bend.

It is estimated that there are forty or fifty families living in a depression, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and surrounded by mountains and rivers. The scenery is not bad, but the place is not big and there is very little land available for work. They all make a living by fishing.

Qiu Feng got off the flying sword and walked to the entrance of the village.

"Grandpa, I want to find Luo Quansheng's house, which one is it?"

At the entrance of the village, Qiu Feng met an old man who was mending a fishing net. He had dark skin and was in good spirits.

"Luo Quansheng's house is at the end of the village. It's the last house at the end. Hey!"

The old man sighed and stopped talking. He lowered his head and continued to mend the fishing net. Qiu Feng could not continue to ask questions.

"Thank you grandpa."

Passing through the short street, Qiu Feng walked straight to the end.

The house was in dilapidated condition, the fence wall was also cracked, and there were several crooked cracks on the mottled earth wall, which looked particularly desolate.

"anyone there?"

Qiu Feng called several times at the door, but no one answered.

Instead, it alarmed the neighbors five feet away.

"Hunter, Luo Jing'er may have gone to do laundry. You can wait a moment, or come and sit for a while."

The speaker was also a middle-aged uncle, in his forties, very strong, with dark skin.

"Uncle, I am Luo Quansheng's friend, coming from Zhongtian City."

"Hey! This bastard has not been seen for several years."

Speaking of Luo Quansheng, the uncle also started chatting.

It turns out that Luo Quansheng's old mother committed suicide by jumping into a river more than three months ago. We don't know why. It happened suddenly.

It can be heard that the uncle does not think highly of Luo Quansheng, blames him, hates her, and sympathizes with Luo Jing'er's experience.

In the eyes of the uncle, Luo Jing'er and her grandmother are both very easy-going people. They live a very difficult life and rely on the villagers' charity. Luo Jing'er herself is also very well-behaved and always helps the village as much as she can. matter.

As Luo Jing'er grew up, she became more and more beautiful, and everyone was looking for her in-laws, but they didn't expect that something like this happened.

While talking with the uncle, time passed quickly. Less than half an hour later, Luo Jing'er came back. She had indeed gone to wash clothes, still holding a wooden basin in her hand.

"Jing'er, this is your father's friend."

The uncle handed Qiu Feng to Luo Jinger and returned to his home.

"Jing'er, my name is Qiu Feng, and I am your father's friend in Zhongtian City."

Luo Jing'er is not too tall, but is very well-proportioned. For someone who grew up by the water, she is particularly agile and well developed.

He was also wearing coarse cloth, but it was very clean. Under the loose clothes, there was an obvious bulge, tall and strong.

"Uncle Qiu Feng, come in and sit down."

The room was very simple, there wasn't even a good stool.

Qiu Feng handed Luo Quansheng's relics to Luo Jing'er and told her that Luo Quansheng was dead, but did not tell her the process, thinking that she would slowly tell her the truth in the future.

Luo Jing'er pursed her lips and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Thank you Uncle Qiu Feng."

Luo Jing'er didn't seem very sad.

But it's also understandable. When Lao Luo left, she was less than ten years old, so she didn't have deep feelings, and maybe she still had hatred.

"Jing'er, I'll leave you one hundred thousand spirit stones. Take it and don't hurt yourself. People can't be resurrected after death. You have to live well."

Qiu Feng was very sad to see such a scene, and left some elixirs and talismans for her, which would be enough for her to use until she was twenty years old.

"Uncle, I can't have your spirit stone."

Luo Jing'er resisted and refused to accept Qiu Feng's ring.

"Take it and be obedient. My uncle was born in a poor family and knows how difficult it is."

Unable to refuse such kindness, Luo Jing'er took the storage ring and chatted with Qiu Feng while cleaning the house.

Luo Jing'er herself said that her talent was average and she was only at the second level of Qi Refining. She could have gone to the sect to work as a handyman disciple, but she stayed because she had to take care of her grandma.

At dusk, the uncle next door brought over a fish. Qiu Feng was very moved and gave him a long sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Luo Jing'er's cooking skills are pretty good, and the fish she cooks is delicious.

Under the dim oil lamp, the two ate fish and chatted until midnight.

"Jing'er, you can rest, I'll just meditate in the outer room."

"But how can this make Jing'er feel at ease?"

There was only a broken bed in the house, and even if they were crowded together to sleep, it might collapse. Luo Jing'er was very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Jing'er, don't be so polite. Uncle doesn't need to sleep anymore. You can go to sleep. Don't worry."

Luo Jing'er still closed the door and went to bed to rest, but she never put out the pine oil lamp.

"Uncle, can you take me to Zhongtian City? I want to offer incense to my father, and then go to Arctic City to find my aunt."

After sleeping for a while, Luo Jing'er got up, wearing a bellyband and underpants.

Under the old bellyband, the girl's first growth is pure and playful, firm and tall.

You can still vaguely see black and white shadows in the washed translucent pants. Even under the dim oil lamp, you can feel the roundness and softness even through a layer of fabric.

"Do you know your aunt's address?" Qiu Feng looked into her eyes and asked.

"I'm not sure. She runs an inn over there. I only know the name of the inn."

"Okay, go to bed first, don't get cold."

After staying at Luo Quansheng's house for two days, Luo Jing'er dealt with various matters and then followed Qiu Feng to Zhongtian City.

Along the way back by boat, Luo Jing'er also established a certain relationship with Qin Feng. Qiu Feng felt that she was pitiful, but also very cute and well-behaved.

"Jing'er, you stay at the inn first, I paid the room fee."

Qiu Feng missed Mu Lan and Xia Qingqing and wanted to practice dual cultivation with them, but it was not convenient to bring Luo Jing'er there with them.

"Thank you, Uncle Qiu Feng. I want to go and offer incense to my father. When you have time, see if you can take me there."

After spending more than three months together from Luojia Village to Zhongtian City, Luo Jing'er became less restrained and would occasionally act coquettishly.